[A2 listens, for once not irritable or angry. Instead she looks thoughtful, trying to envision it. A city not unlike the one they were under, she's thinking, but with life and conflict. She's seen remnants of human civilization in her world, bombed out "apartment complexes" and streets torn apart by centuries of war, flooded over ruins, skies choked so dark with smoke they would never again be blue. Connor's own world, in contrast, seems almost alien, or better, fantastical. Like a comforting story handed down generations.
...It's nice to imagine. Even with the mention of humans sometimes disliking him (and she imagines, androids as a whole), the other things...music and art, architecture, those are only snippets in her database, fragmented pieces from whatever human's memories she had been given on her activation. Scraps of history, haphazard and disconnected, made soft and rose-tinted by the androids' collective worship of humanity.]
...It's hard to imagine.
[Said quietly, almost to herself.] The cities are gone in my world. Bombed out by machines. [And androids too, but she won't say this right away.
This information is delivered bluntly and without much emphasis, but it's clear she's trying...her best...to have a conversation. At least to exchange information.] Humans are gone too. [She turns back to her work of removing rubble, having determined she's rested long enough, and unaccustomed to having a conversation for the sake of it. It's easier on her to be working as she speaks.] They fled to the moon after the first war started.
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...It's nice to imagine. Even with the mention of humans sometimes disliking him (and she imagines, androids as a whole), the other things...music and art, architecture, those are only snippets in her database, fragmented pieces from whatever human's memories she had been given on her activation. Scraps of history, haphazard and disconnected, made soft and rose-tinted by the androids' collective worship of humanity.]
...It's hard to imagine.
[Said quietly, almost to herself.] The cities are gone in my world. Bombed out by machines. [And androids too, but she won't say this right away.
This information is delivered bluntly and without much emphasis, but it's clear she's trying...her best...to have a conversation. At least to exchange information.] Humans are gone too. [She turns back to her work of removing rubble, having determined she's rested long enough, and unaccustomed to having a conversation for the sake of it. It's easier on her to be working as she speaks.] They fled to the moon after the first war started.