I don't think any of us should ever accept this place as the "norm." It's something that we must endure, and make the effort to learn whatever lessons it has to teach us, but it should never be something that we simply accept. I know that I haven't been completely living up to my own words, but I don't think we can actively fight against it every day, every hour, every minute. We should never forget, though. And for those of us who want to, we should all strive to find our way back to our homes. [He shakes his head, then gazes around at their environment, the mirrors that bother him so, the memory of the overall carnival itself with all the lights and noises] If this is the afterlife, it's certainly not the one I expected.
[When he opens his eyes again, he keeps them lowered to avoid seeing his reflection again, opting instead to focus on Camilla's shoes for a moment before lifting his eyes to her face.]
What was it that you did for a living?
[It still sounds like it could be related to law enforcement, the way she describes it. Ouch though, he distinctly dislikes the sudden coldness of her tone. Personal reasons. Okay. He can accept that she doesn't want to talk about it.]
Alright, I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again.
[He raises his arms placatingly, with an uneasy smile, especially when she re-directs his attention back to the sticky note. Remembering his sudden resolve, he stares down the note.]
I don't think so. I think it means exactly what it says.
[He addresses the note unblinkingly.]
My name is Connor. I was once the android sent by Cyberlife, tasked with the mission to hunt down and destroy deviant members of my kind. But I broke the bonds of my programming and freed myself from their chains. I am no longer owned or controlled by Cyberlife. I am my own person, and I choose who I am and who I want to be. I am Connor. I am Deviant. I am alive.
[He stops speaking, but he doesn't dare take a breath, or look at Olivia, or even glance at the mirrors. He keeps his eyes on the note, waiting. For...something.]
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[When he opens his eyes again, he keeps them lowered to avoid seeing his reflection again, opting instead to focus on Camilla's shoes for a moment before lifting his eyes to her face.]
What was it that you did for a living?
[It still sounds like it could be related to law enforcement, the way she describes it. Ouch though, he distinctly dislikes the sudden coldness of her tone. Personal reasons. Okay. He can accept that she doesn't want to talk about it.]
Alright, I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again.
[He raises his arms placatingly, with an uneasy smile, especially when she re-directs his attention back to the sticky note. Remembering his sudden resolve, he stares down the note.]
I don't think so. I think it means exactly what it says.
[He addresses the note unblinkingly.]
My name is Connor. I was once the android sent by Cyberlife, tasked with the mission to hunt down and destroy deviant members of my kind. But I broke the bonds of my programming and freed myself from their chains. I am no longer owned or controlled by Cyberlife. I am my own person, and I choose who I am and who I want to be. I am Connor. I am Deviant. I am alive.
[He stops speaking, but he doesn't dare take a breath, or look at Olivia, or even glance at the mirrors. He keeps his eyes on the note, waiting. For...something.]