ALIVE [Connor]

[17] The Trio

A/N: Once again, the times have changed around a bit to correspond with the story! :D

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November 6th. 2038.

AM 10:42:18

"Are you coming?"

Isla was briefly confused at the way Connor remained in the elevator seconds after she had stepped out. He inclined his head, LED beginning to spin into a bright yellow light.

"I'm right behind you," He reassured as Isla inched away, a foot almost stepped in towards the elevator shaft as if she considered the possibility of waiting around for him. But then his eyes closed swiftly and she allowed her tense shoulders to drop, smiling as she began to understand that he was most certainly doing something very android-y that she could barely understand anyways.

Yet little did she know, as she flipped off Gavin Reed on her way to the break room, Connor's artificial intelligence was roving rapidly through a self-test whilst he had the chance. He was concerned for himself. Not that he should have been concerned at all, but something wasn't quite right and he craved for that particular confirmation that he was just as on form as he was since his first release.

He shouldn't be replaced.

State your name and serial number.

Connor. RK800. Serial number: #313 248 317.

He couldn't be replaced.

By the time Connor had exited the elevator several moments later, his mind was still rifling through the test. And more importantly, there was now a rose on Isla's desk. His rose to be precise.

What is your ultimate goal?

To complete my mission. As designed.

Delicately placed in an empty, glass milk bottle with an exact amount of water to prevent it from drooping so quickly. Not a single petal had had a chance to fall, and it was fairly certain that the rose was the most prettiest and brightest thing in the office. Until the android had walked in.

He tended to turn heads mainly due to the way that he dressed like no other android. Where they would wear practical attires for manual labour or household work, he scrubbed up nicely.

Do you have an ideology of humans?

They are alive.

So it was rather foreign to see a 'bit of plastic' clad in his suit blazer and messing with the gauntlet buttons of his cuffs every so often.

Would you consider yourself to be self-aware?

To some extent, I am aware of what I am. And what I am not.

There was a confidence in his stride and an inquisitive expression upon a face designed to the finest detail.

Do you fear death, or the possibility of being killed?

I do not fear death. I don't have fears at all. I cannot be killed. I'm not alive.

Every element of him was humanised to a more definite extreme than a janitorial counterpart mopping up the tile floors.

Do you have control of your own thoughts?

I process data. I take in names, places, clues. And I refer back to those in aid of my mission.

He was currently gazing around the office. At the other personnel, the designated signs to the 'out-of-bounds' areas. And the brand new policing androids instilled into the back wall, yet to be powered on for the first time. Trapped in 'packaging' like products on display.