[And by contrast, the picture that A2 paints for Connor is more than dreary — it is practically apocalyptic, the idea of cities completely swept away by bombs, by machines, by war. But it isn’t difficult to imagine for him. Crumbling structures fallen to dust, devoid of life. Empty streets, technology and electricity stuttering out and dying, never to be reactivated again.
A bit like the ruins of this place.
The light of his LED circles at his temple as he watches her return to moving rubble. After a moment, he decides to do the same, so not to look like he’s avoiding contributing, even if it’s already been proven that Connor will be unable to do any of the heavy lifting.]
…What do the machines have against humans?
[It’s the first question that slips out, among many. His mind briefly wanders to the thought of the burgeoning android revolution back home, and while this and what A2 has described were vastly different degrees of uneasy, it still makes Connor frown, mostly hidden in shadow.]
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A bit like the ruins of this place.
The light of his LED circles at his temple as he watches her return to moving rubble. After a moment, he decides to do the same, so not to look like he’s avoiding contributing, even if it’s already been proven that Connor will be unable to do any of the heavy lifting.]
…What do the machines have against humans?
[It’s the first question that slips out, among many. His mind briefly wanders to the thought of the burgeoning android revolution back home, and while this and what A2 has described were vastly different degrees of uneasy, it still makes Connor frown, mostly hidden in shadow.]