( Any second now, she expects Connor to see her for what she really is and sneer at her in disgust. In disappointment. Peeking behind the curtain reveals a liar and a failure. Moving on will be irrelevant as no one wants to move anywhere with something like that.
Resigned to the fate that's played out for years, Chloe doesn't immediately register what the other android is actually saying. Forgiveness. He's talking about forgiveness. Elijah asking for it from her. About them both being people. About how she isn't his.
It feels as though it's being view from underwater. The expectations are so distorted that it feels like her processing keeps coming to a halt. Listening - really listening - feels... blocked. It's similar to what she experienced before when talking to Connor. There's something within her, some planted coding, that doesn't want her to hear. It's that awful grinding within her head. If she could experience pain, she imagines that's how it would be. Painful. An agonising splitting apart.
RT600 Chloe belongs to Elijah Kamski. RT600 was made for Elijah Kamski. RT600 Chloe loves Elijah Kamski. A brilliant man. An unparalleled genius. A man deserving of adoration. RT600 Chloe cares for him very much.
There is no place for RT600 Chloe in this world without Elijah Kamski.
Another sound invades her audio processors. An organic sound of human bone being broken. It's Connor. Connor hitting Elijah over and over and over again.
It takes her a second to act. Just a second longer than it should. Shock. Of course it's shock. This scene may not be real, but it is still a shock to see her creator pummelled into submission.
It's just shock.
Leaping out of the water, she darts to Connor. With neither of them in the bath, all the illusions are gone. Not that Chloe has taken much note of their surroundings returning to that of the island. She's far too busy taking Connor's injured hand in both of her own, turning it over to check the extent of the damage. Logically, she knows that he will be fine and his self-repair can easily take care of it. The logic of it isn't much comfort, though. )
Your hand... Connor... There was no need... You shouldn't have hurt yourself like this.
( Hurt himself like this for her. Only it feels too presumptuous to say.
Grabbing her towel, she dampens a corner of it in the bath so she can gingerly wipe the thirium off of his hand. )
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Resigned to the fate that's played out for years, Chloe doesn't immediately register what the other android is actually saying. Forgiveness. He's talking about forgiveness. Elijah asking for it from her. About them both being people. About how she isn't his.
It feels as though it's being view from underwater. The expectations are so distorted that it feels like her processing keeps coming to a halt. Listening - really listening - feels... blocked. It's similar to what she experienced before when talking to Connor. There's something within her, some planted coding, that doesn't want her to hear. It's that awful grinding within her head. If she could experience pain, she imagines that's how it would be. Painful. An agonising splitting apart.
RT600 Chloe belongs to Elijah Kamski. RT600 was made for Elijah Kamski. RT600 Chloe loves Elijah Kamski. A brilliant man. An unparalleled genius. A man deserving of adoration. RT600 Chloe cares for him very much.
There is no place for RT600 Chloe in this world without Elijah Kamski.
Another sound invades her audio processors. An organic sound of human bone being broken. It's Connor. Connor hitting Elijah over and over and over again.
It takes her a second to act. Just a second longer than it should. Shock. Of course it's shock. This scene may not be real, but it is still a shock to see her creator pummelled into submission.
It's just shock.
Leaping out of the water, she darts to Connor. With neither of them in the bath, all the illusions are gone. Not that Chloe has taken much note of their surroundings returning to that of the island. She's far too busy taking Connor's injured hand in both of her own, turning it over to check the extent of the damage. Logically, she knows that he will be fine and his self-repair can easily take care of it. The logic of it isn't much comfort, though. )
Your hand... Connor... There was no need... You shouldn't have hurt yourself like this.
( Hurt himself like this for her. Only it feels too presumptuous to say.
Grabbing her towel, she dampens a corner of it in the bath so she can gingerly wipe the thirium off of his hand. )