[ Well, holy shit. For a moment Simon is speechless, staring at Connor. He also totally forgets that he was asked a question.
When he speaks again it’s with something like exasperation, bewilderment, just jesus fuck where do I even start?? ] You’re not an automobile.
[ In a way, that explanation does... at least part of what Connor intends it to, which is remind Simon that he’s totally talking to a robot. He doesn’t believe in the comparison being made, but Connor’s willingness to make him believe it, his ability to even seriously consider it, is totally unfathomable from a human perspective. And from a human-turned-robot perspective, from which Connor’s described Simon’s absolute worst nightmare.
It’s not unlike the blasé way 9S described being copied into new bodies when their old ones are damaged, the way their androids are made from identical personality templates. And even they draw clear distinctions between themselves and other machines.
You have to be a robot to be okay with this, to exist without feeling like you’re entitled to be a person, one distinct person. Don’t you? ]
You don’t just look human, you act human. You have a personality, and feelings- [ and he preempts, interrupting himself, ] I know you say you don’t, but I don’t think that’s true. They’re just... data, instead of chemicals. I would know, I’ve tried both.
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When he speaks again it’s with something like exasperation, bewilderment, just jesus fuck where do I even start?? ] You’re not an automobile.
[ In a way, that explanation does... at least part of what Connor intends it to, which is remind Simon that he’s totally talking to a robot. He doesn’t believe in the comparison being made, but Connor’s willingness to make him believe it, his ability to even seriously consider it, is totally unfathomable from a human perspective. And from a human-turned-robot perspective, from which Connor’s described Simon’s absolute worst nightmare.
It’s not unlike the blasé way 9S described being copied into new bodies when their old ones are damaged, the way their androids are made from identical personality templates. And even they draw clear distinctions between themselves and other machines.
You have to be a robot to be okay with this, to exist without feeling like you’re entitled to be a person, one distinct person. Don’t you? ]
You don’t just look human, you act human. You have a personality, and feelings- [ and he preempts, interrupting himself, ] I know you say you don’t, but I don’t think that’s true. They’re just... data, instead of chemicals. I would know, I’ve tried both.