[It's a thing, that's all. Neither good nor bad, so. Neutral. Behind his back, his hands are nervous, fingers twitching as he clasps and unclasps them. He rocks on the balls of his heels once, notices, stops. All the little tells that add up to one big revelation. Deviancy- is this what androids really want? Being a machine is so much easier, no thinking, no questioning. No emotions, no guilt or remorse.
If anyone poses a danger here, it's him, but not for any deliberate actions. People may end up as collateral damage, maybe not physically, but it's still not what he wants. What he wants- what he wants is to feel safe. He doesn't know what that's like, but he knows it's a good thing, it's important for a person's well-being. Except that he's not a person, he's a machine, and machines don't want anything.
His gaze slides away from her face to the hand she's touched to his arm, freezing him in place. His mask feels heavy and oppressive, hot and stifling and like he can't breathe, even if he doesn't need to. Thirium runs hot in his artificial veins, flushing his skin a pale blue as his pump struggles to keep up with his processor and his scarlet LED. His words are whisper-soft now, but there is purpose behind them.]
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If anyone poses a danger here, it's him, but not for any deliberate actions. People may end up as collateral damage, maybe not physically, but it's still not what he wants. What he wants- what he wants is to feel safe. He doesn't know what that's like, but he knows it's a good thing, it's important for a person's well-being. Except that he's not a person, he's a machine, and machines don't want anything.
His gaze slides away from her face to the hand she's touched to his arm, freezing him in place. His mask feels heavy and oppressive, hot and stifling and like he can't breathe, even if he doesn't need to. Thirium runs hot in his artificial veins, flushing his skin a pale blue as his pump struggles to keep up with his processor and his scarlet LED. His words are whisper-soft now, but there is purpose behind them.]
I am afraid of myself.