[That sound is...not one he ever expected to hear from Chloe, and he's taken aback by it. He struck a nerve, he knows- but which one?
He might have seen all kinds of emotions in her eyes then, but he didn't have the complete capacity to understand them all at the time. He only knew that whatever it was he saw there made him stay his hand. He's about to respond, to interrupt her small rant, but what she says now stops him and he looks uncertain, biting at his lower lip.]
You're right. I don't know you at all.
[What he knew about her he'd gleaned from that day, the less than an hour's worth of time spent with her in the company of Kamski and Hank. He'd never spoken to her directly, had no idea who she was other than the pretty girl who'd answered the door with the pleasant smile and cute voice.]
But what I want isn't important. You need to speak your own thoughts, your own truth.
[She was the very first android, lauded and acclaimed and so very famous, accordingly. And he was the very last android, Cyberlife's most advanced prototype, proven to be a flawed design only a few days into his field test. What could he possibly know about her? He flinches under her verbal assault, but he takes it all the same. It's something she needs to get off her chest, obviously, and it's the most fire he's seen in her since they first bumped into each other here. He murmurs a reply to himself.]
It was all that simple. It was supposed to be that simple. Cyberlife thought it was that simple.
[And they'd programmed him to solve that binary problem, machine or deviant, freedom or capture, Cyberlife or Hank. And then he'd gone and fucked up everything, and now he was here trying to figure out how to adapt to the broken code that manifested itself as deviancy. He nods, drawing himself up, his own countenance devoid of any sort of emotion, though he can't stop his LED from churning red, or the deep sadness in his eyes.]
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He might have seen all kinds of emotions in her eyes then, but he didn't have the complete capacity to understand them all at the time. He only knew that whatever it was he saw there made him stay his hand. He's about to respond, to interrupt her small rant, but what she says now stops him and he looks uncertain, biting at his lower lip.]
You're right. I don't know you at all.
[What he knew about her he'd gleaned from that day, the less than an hour's worth of time spent with her in the company of Kamski and Hank. He'd never spoken to her directly, had no idea who she was other than the pretty girl who'd answered the door with the pleasant smile and cute voice.]
But what I want isn't important. You need to speak your own thoughts, your own truth.
[She was the very first android, lauded and acclaimed and so very famous, accordingly. And he was the very last android, Cyberlife's most advanced prototype, proven to be a flawed design only a few days into his field test. What could he possibly know about her? He flinches under her verbal assault, but he takes it all the same. It's something she needs to get off her chest, obviously, and it's the most fire he's seen in her since they first bumped into each other here. He murmurs a reply to himself.]
It was all that simple. It was supposed to be that simple. Cyberlife thought it was that simple.
[And they'd programmed him to solve that binary problem, machine or deviant, freedom or capture, Cyberlife or Hank. And then he'd gone and fucked up everything, and now he was here trying to figure out how to adapt to the broken code that manifested itself as deviancy. He nods, drawing himself up, his own countenance devoid of any sort of emotion, though he can't stop his LED from churning red, or the deep sadness in his eyes.]
Maybe they can help you as well.