Success and failure. [Hank doesn’t sound outright derisive when he says that, but he doesn’t exactly sound approving either. He shakes his head.] You think that’s what needs ‘commiserating’ here? Those people back there, in Akvos, if there’s even any- You think any of them give a shit if you, uh, if your programming was adequate to accomplish your self-determined objective, or whatever?
[It’s so easy to find reasons to shit on Connor right now. It’s so fucking easy. But- fuck, Hank misses the days when he could just do that without feeling worse afterward, without thinking twice about it. He shakes his head, looking away from Connor, up at the clouds.]
Fuck it. What is it you want to talk to me about? Robot losses, right? Go on, tell papa Hank all about it.
[He huffs, almost amused, and wiggles his hand absently, dragging the bottom of his bottle against the dirt.]
God. If I ever call myself that again you slap me just as hard as you can, okay Connor?
instead of typoing ‘okayConnor’ my phone suggested ‘okay bacon original’. i don’t know why
[It’s so easy to find reasons to shit on Connor right now. It’s so fucking easy. But- fuck, Hank misses the days when he could just do that without feeling worse afterward, without thinking twice about it. He shakes his head, looking away from Connor, up at the clouds.]
Fuck it. What is it you want to talk to me about? Robot losses, right? Go on, tell papa Hank all about it.
[He huffs, almost amused, and wiggles his hand absently, dragging the bottom of his bottle against the dirt.]
God. If I ever call myself that again you slap me just as hard as you can, okay Connor?