[“What is it like” is such an open-ended question that it’s hard to know how to begin, and it’s indicative of her not having any experience with mankind at all — further proof that this aligns with his conversation with 9S, he thinks, and it opens up even more questions in his mind. But Connor was made to please, and as a result he’ll almost always tend to her own queries first; especially since she seems to have withdrawn into herself, and he wonders at all if his own questions would even land.
His consciousness has only existed in his own world for three months. And most of that time had been sequestered to CyberLife when he wasn’t working; waiting in standby, alone where they kept him stored and stoic.
But his time in the city was more poignant, enough to inform his experiences. Interactions with humans, in which he learned better how to respond to them. Cases he worked, ingraining themselves in memory, moving little pieces of his core programming here and there, adapting and changing.]
…Humans are hard to quantify. Some are inclined to dislike me, others will interact normally with an android. Personalities are varied and dictated by circumstance and history; I suppose you don’t need me to tell you that.
[Detroit, then.]
The city I’m from is called Detroit. There are more than half a million humans who call it home, and the buildings downtown are what you would expect from a large city — tall, multi-storied skyscrapers. Crowded streets. Lit up at night. Prominently, it is known for its art, music, and architecture. Though I cannot speak with authority on any of these subjects, unfortunately.
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His consciousness has only existed in his own world for three months. And most of that time had been sequestered to CyberLife when he wasn’t working; waiting in standby, alone where they kept him stored and stoic.
But his time in the city was more poignant, enough to inform his experiences. Interactions with humans, in which he learned better how to respond to them. Cases he worked, ingraining themselves in memory, moving little pieces of his core programming here and there, adapting and changing.]
…Humans are hard to quantify. Some are inclined to dislike me, others will interact normally with an android. Personalities are varied and dictated by circumstance and history; I suppose you don’t need me to tell you that.
[Detroit, then.]
The city I’m from is called Detroit. There are more than half a million humans who call it home, and the buildings downtown are what you would expect from a large city — tall, multi-storied skyscrapers. Crowded streets. Lit up at night. Prominently, it is known for its art, music, and architecture. Though I cannot speak with authority on any of these subjects, unfortunately.