[Connor possesses an indelible sense of pride, buried somewhere beneath the amicable mannerisms and sociable programming, but none of it has to do with his own physical strength. Even back home, he was far from the strongest android created; it simply wasn't in his design, instead made to harbor other traits to compliment his purpose.
He doesn't so much as frown as the rubble slips past his hands, picked up by A2 with enviable ease, to be tossed aside with the rest. It lands with a clatter and a upward puff of dust. Connor straightens and watches her back.]
No. I'm not. [He continues without missing a beat, treating this as an introduction. The implied request for information is easily noted and he's happy to supply.]
My name is Connor. I'm an RK800 unit -- a prototype. I was created to assist law enforcement, and my main functions exist to compliment the processes of investigation, interrogation, and negotiation.
no subject
He doesn't so much as frown as the rubble slips past his hands, picked up by A2 with enviable ease, to be tossed aside with the rest. It lands with a clatter and a upward puff of dust. Connor straightens and watches her back.]
No. I'm not. [He continues without missing a beat, treating this as an introduction. The implied request for information is easily noted and he's happy to supply.]
My name is Connor. I'm an RK800 unit -- a prototype. I was created to assist law enforcement, and my main functions exist to compliment the processes of investigation, interrogation, and negotiation.