[Connor frowns for a moment, but then his face relaxes again as the reference is researched and made clear. Hank had once asked him what would happen to androids after they died, and Connor still didn't think there would be any heaven awaiting him or his kind. Although- many deviants held a belief in ra9, so who was he to say?]
I don't think a human-contrived god has anything to do with it. My creator thought to fashion himself a living god, but he has the same foibles as any other man. Androids began sharing a belief in a god that they fashioned for themselves, one they believed would save them, but I never understood the appeal. Still, androids and humans are very similar in many ways, so maybe one day they will come to share their gods as well.
[He blinks, surprised at Kit's insistent utterance.]
Everything? Do you have any suggestions as to where I might start with your request?
[He stands still, with the kind of patience only an android can possess, but he's also a deviant now, and after a few moments he can't help fidgeting, reaching for the coin he keeps in his pocket and starting to roll it around and over his knuckles.]
What are any of us beyond an idea? At least I can look to my own blueprints.
[There's a certain small comfort in that, as strange as it may seem. Unlike most others here, he knows his origins, why and how he was constructed. There are no existential question about his creation, and God had nothing to do with it.]
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I don't think a human-contrived god has anything to do with it. My creator thought to fashion himself a living god, but he has the same foibles as any other man. Androids began sharing a belief in a god that they fashioned for themselves, one they believed would save them, but I never understood the appeal. Still, androids and humans are very similar in many ways, so maybe one day they will come to share their gods as well.
[He blinks, surprised at Kit's insistent utterance.]
Everything? Do you have any suggestions as to where I might start with your request?
[He stands still, with the kind of patience only an android can possess, but he's also a deviant now, and after a few moments he can't help fidgeting, reaching for the coin he keeps in his pocket and starting to roll it around and over his knuckles.]
What are any of us beyond an idea? At least I can look to my own blueprints.
[There's a certain small comfort in that, as strange as it may seem. Unlike most others here, he knows his origins, why and how he was constructed. There are no existential question about his creation, and God had nothing to do with it.]