[ When Simon becomes aware that 9S’s footsteps have stopped and not resumed, he looks behind him, and sees the look on 9S’s face even though he’s started moving again once Simon notices. It takes a moment for him to realize what made him freeze in his tracks. He feels a pang of sympathy that shows on his face; it feels weird, like it lends 9S a sort of innocence, different from the innocence Simon (most people, surely) ascribes to all YoRHa units for being so capable of kindness and empathy but forced by their programming to kill and fight, and punished for disobeying.
Of course this time it’s something a biased organic would think of, that violence with blood is different, worse, than the violence Simon knows full well 9S is intimately familiar with. That he’s only surprised by this because the war he was made for is between people who don’t, you know, have blood. He just can’t help thinking it anyway. He wonders if 9S feels some kind of grief seeing it all, if his hardwired servitude to humanity includes that somehow. If the androids feel reverence that deep. But he’s not about to ask.
Instead he waves him over. He glances at the map on the wall — Storage, Payload Design, Conference Room, Examination Room, Project Development Hub... well, it looks normal, he guesses. ]
We shouldn’t be out in the open. [ He keeps his voice low, stays out of the middle of the hall and flanks the walls until they reach a door that asks them to “Swipe Omnitool”.
Simon waves it in front of the panel — “Access Granted” — and steps into a room with the excellent omen of a biohazard symbol in its decor. The door to the orange chamber in the back is open, which is... weird... but whatever. ]
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Of course this time it’s something a biased organic would think of, that violence with blood is different, worse, than the violence Simon knows full well 9S is intimately familiar with. That he’s only surprised by this because the war he was made for is between people who don’t, you know, have blood. He just can’t help thinking it anyway. He wonders if 9S feels some kind of grief seeing it all, if his hardwired servitude to humanity includes that somehow. If the androids feel reverence that deep. But he’s not about to ask.
Instead he waves him over. He glances at the map on the wall — Storage, Payload Design, Conference Room, Examination Room, Project Development Hub... well, it looks normal, he guesses. ]
We shouldn’t be out in the open. [ He keeps his voice low, stays out of the middle of the hall and flanks the walls until they reach a door that asks them to “Swipe Omnitool”.
Simon waves it in front of the panel — “Access Granted” — and steps into a room with the excellent omen of a biohazard symbol in its decor. The door to the orange chamber in the back is open, which is... weird... but whatever. ]