[The darkness of worlds, leaving black marks on their souls. The phrasing is interesting, and though Connor won't ascribe a soul to what he is, he understands the point. Finds it… unfortunate, being conscripted into the Circle against their wills. He thinks of that first day here, of trying to understand what was happening; of being so far away from Detroit and yet still feeling its shadow on his back, the brush of its proverbial fingers across the nape of his neck. He had been dissatisfied, to say the least, with the situation.
Months later, he’s acclimated in ways that might surprise even CyberLife. But looking at himself, in ways that only he can see, maybe Hei isn’t wrong about it having left something irreparable in the spaces between each single line of code.
So, it’s hard to argue against the point.]
The kidnapping itself is hard to paint in a more flattering light; I won’t say otherwise. But in a case where we have no choice, we can only make the best of what we’re given, to achieve what we need to do.
[Silence falls, lingering for a long enough to make Connor think the conversation might’ve halted there. But Hei stares languidly at him, rooting him to his seat, and out comes the question.
One he’s been asked repeatedly while he’s here. A half-second pause, then an explanation that sounds like it’s been delivered FIVE hUNDRred times-]
The light on my right temple is an LED — a light emitting diode — to, firstly, indicate my status as an android and to make me distinguishable from humans. Its secondary function is to reflect my overall status by means of color: blue, yellow, and red. Blue, as you see it, is a baseline state. 'Normal', essentially.
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Months later, he’s acclimated in ways that might surprise even CyberLife. But looking at himself, in ways that only he can see, maybe Hei isn’t wrong about it having left something irreparable in the spaces between each single line of code.
So, it’s hard to argue against the point.]
The kidnapping itself is hard to paint in a more flattering light; I won’t say otherwise. But in a case where we have no choice, we can only make the best of what we’re given, to achieve what we need to do.
[Silence falls, lingering for a long enough to make Connor think the conversation might’ve halted there. But Hei stares languidly at him, rooting him to his seat, and out comes the question.
One he’s been asked repeatedly while he’s here. A half-second pause, then an explanation that sounds like it’s been delivered FIVE hUNDRred times-]
The light on my right temple is an LED — a light emitting diode — to, firstly, indicate my status as an android and to make me distinguishable from humans. Its secondary function is to reflect my overall status by means of color: blue, yellow, and red. Blue, as you see it, is a baseline state. 'Normal', essentially.