SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

post-credit ━ every version of you

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Date
AUG 15TH, 2038

Model RK800
Serial#: 313 248 317 - 51
Reboot ... >>Complete<<

Checking Biocomponents ... OK
Initializing Biosensors ... OK
Initializing AI Engine ... OK

All Software: Active
Mission: Find Amanda

Connor opened his eyes to the brightness of a quiet garden through which morning sunlight danced in rays separated by the heavy branches of tall trees. In their leaves, he could hear the quiet whisper of a breeze as it joined the hiding birds in a song meant to accompany him as he took his first step into the warmth of his new safe haven. The path was laid out for him so clearly, weaving white cobblestones throughout the garden and around the central lake and its single central island. Nature embraced him on both sides, and he took it all in with the serenity and curiosity of someone seeing everything for the very first time. 

Though there was much he could observe, from the lotus leaves on the surface of the water, to the carefully arranged stones and the perfectly lined patterns in the sand areas shaded by trees right besides his path, his one task required him to find the one person currently no where to be seen. Taking the scenic route became a necessity, and as he let his feet carry him around the lake, he indulged his attention with tracing the beauty of the water's surface, morning light painting out patterns of golden glows across its stilled shine. He wondered, for a brief moment, if there were any fish in there at all, waking up just then to a calm, warm day.

Just as his walk would have required him to make a turn to the left, his peripheral vision alerted him of two changes in this environment otherwise embodying a constant state of perfection, something which, though statistically impossible to ever describe a scenery of nature, by definition inherited with the imperfection predilection of the living beings it comprised itself of, he accepted as it was. To his left, waiting under the shade of a tree bent over the path to create a half cupola of leaves and branches braided within one another, Amanda was waiting for him, watching the lake and seemingly unaware of his presence. To his right however, in a clearing of bright green grass freshly cut, just two steps off his path, something peculiar stood out to him just about enough to prompt him to turn right and look down, eyes squinted. 

A printed picture, his scanners identified for him and though Connor's processing unit was adamant in reminding him with a translucent pop-up on the edge of his field of vision that he ought to talk with Amanda first, he took a measured step off the garden path and into the grass, bending down to one knee in order to turn over the picture. Holding its fragile state as gently as he could in the palm of his hand, he frowned ever so slightly at the degradation damaging well over half of it. The only side of it still visible though depicted a woman he had never seen before, smiling brightly towards the camera her body posture told him she was holding up herself when the picture was taken. 

Red hair, bright green eyes, a wide smile. I would have recognized her if we ever met, Connor concluded, despite his thought processes conferring him only more questions. What is her picture doing here? Who is she?

"Connor?" Amanda called out to him just as he was about to scan the picture for facial recognition, thus making him drop his current tasks and get up.

"Coming, Amanda," he turned around, but did not let go of the picture. For some reason, he held onto it tighter now that his steps led him down the path to Amanda. The latter greeted him with a cordial smile, finally acknowledging his presence by turning her gaze away from their garden's little lake.