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If you give a robot a book does that make it an E-Reader?

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Connor RK800, Jul 14, 2018.

  1. Connor RK800

    Connor RK800 Detroit: Become Human

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    July 1st, Year 7
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    He hadn't shot her. Kamski had put the gun in his hand, told him to shoot the android, and he couldn't. It wasn't just a matter of following orders from him. Despite being the creator of CyberLife, Lt. Anderson and Amanda were the ones giving Connor orders, not him. That where the problem lied though. Kamski had told him that if he shot Chloe, he would tell him everything he knew about the deviants. It would bring him one step to completing his mission. His mission was all that mattered. It was the only reason Connor existed.

    So why hadn't he been able to shoot her?

    The thought plagued him as he walked through Detroit's winter snowfall. Amanda would be very disappointed in him. He'd have to find a way of explaining this to her, when he couldn't even find a way of explaining it to himself. What would he say? That he looked into that android's eyes and realized that he couldn't pull the trigger? That wasn't an acceptable excuse. She was a machine, just like he was. Saying something like that made it seem like something was wrong with him. It made him seem like a deviant. But he wasn't deviant. He couldn't be. He was designed to hunt down deviants and solve this problem, so he couldn't possibly be one of them.

    Amanda wasn't there now, but Lt. Anderson was. He had confronted Connor, asked why he didn't do it, and he had gotten defensive and sputtered about how he didn't know the reason. For once, Connor felt lost, out of control. He hated it. Then, Hank had done something strange. He smiled at him. He said he thought he did the right thing. For just a moment, Connor quieted the voice in his head that said something was wrong with him. He wanted to believe the Lieutenant. He wanted to be reassured that he hadn't made the biggest error of his existence. It felt... reassuring, at first, but then Connor remembered something important. He wasn't supposed to feel reassured. He wasn't supposed to feel anything. He was an android designed for a purpose. If that was the case, then why did he suddenly feel so... lost?

    A thousand questions bounced around in his processors as he walked to the passenger door of the squad car, but he didn't speak them. He'd have time to mull things over before he had to meet with Amanda. Hopefully, that was enough time to actually sort these events into neat, logical sense. He placed his hand on the door handle, but he was pulled away from it before his hand even had a chance to close. Something was grabbing him, tugging him down. A quick look and it seemed like black chords were wrapped around him. He could scan them in a second to determine what they were, but the result came back unknown. Whatever they were, they weren't in any database anywhere, and Connor felt his programming strain in confusion. Not just that, but he also felt something writhe inside of him. His thirium pump began to go a little too fast. His thoughts were a little too disjointed. A name attached itself to the feeling as Connor was pulled downward without quite realizing how.

    Fear. He was afraid.

    Something in his systems warned him that his Software Instability had increased, but he couldn't deal with that right now. He had to react. He had to do something. But in the wake of something that he couldn't recognize, something that he could not make logical sense of, he opened his mouth and performed his first instinct.

    "Hank!"

    He didn't know if his voice ever reached his partner, but things suddenly began to happen very quickly. There was one final jolt, things went black, and he was suddenly released. Next thing he knew, he was thrown backward into something solid, and several smaller solid things were suddenly pelting down on his head. It certainly was a good thing he couldn't feel pain, or else he'd probably be in quite a bit of it right now. The LED on his forehead still spun in an alarmed red color as his eyes twitched before carefully opening. Artificial light flooded into his optics. There were shelves in front of him, many shelves filled with books. They were books very much like the ones that had landed on his lap. Connor immediately looked down and found himself covered by the things. Whatever had grabbed him, it must've thrown him back into the book shelf he was now leaning against and sent them all tumbling down on him when it had let go. But... Why were there book shelves here anyway?

    The red in Connor's LED continued to flicker as he took in the sight of the library around him. He wasn't in a library. He was outside of Elijah Kamski's home. It had been snowing, and he was about to get into the car with Lt. Anderson. This didn't make any sense. Connor's processor began to kick into overdrive trying to figure out this mystery. He sat up straight, rapidly looking around for any sign of his partner.

    "Lieutenant Anderson?" he called out. Now that the immediate threat was gone, he managed to stabilize himself enough to remember his place."Lieutenant Anderson!" A sharp "shhhhh!" rang through the library, and Connor quickly snapped his attention to the source of the noise. Well, he tried to, at least. He didn't see who exactly it was, but he did see a few eyes staring at him in bewilderment, and one in particular quickly headed his way.
     
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  2. Quirrel

    Quirrel Hollow Knight

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    Yet another day was being spent by Quirrel in the library, a stack of books on unrelated topics piled up beside him. The six foot tall bipedal beetle had a healthy love of performing research and expanding his knowledge, and found himself coming back to this establishment often to satiate this desire. He simply walked in like he always did and grabbed a book here and there until he assembled a full day's worth of reading material on subjects unrelated to each other.

    Being what he was, a giant bug, Quirrel was used to being looked at oddly. This had initially made his impromptu research binges rather uncomfortable due to other patrons of the library staring at him, but now that most of the regulars were used to seeing him around it hadn't been that bad. Now he simply settled into into a desk in a slightly populated area of the building and got to working his way through the stack of books, today starting with a text regarding geology.

    But all was not quiet today. A yell pierced through the polite silence normally permeating the library, someone calling out what was presumably a name. The masked bug's head snapped upwards as he set the book down and looked at the source of the commotion. A human, apparently, looking like they were getting their bearings. Quirrel's keen eyes noticed something black quickly vanishing. Almost like... vines? They were completely gone only a moment later, but to someone that had seen several arrivals into Pandora before a clear picture of what was occurring was painted.

    This man was most probably brand new to the box. Others in the library seemed more annoyed at the disturbance than they did aware of the situation, so it fell to him to try explaining things... even though he was well aware how new arrivals tended to react to a giant talking beetle wearing two masks. With a sigh the bug got up from his comfortable seat and began to approach. Perhaps the android's sensors would momentarily be confused and think Quirrel's appearance was just some elaborately bizarre costume, but it should quickly become evident from proportions and and the like that there was no chance the one approaching Connor was a human.

    "Are you alright?" the bug asked calmly, choosing to open with something polite before attempting to give an explanation. Best to let them calm down first... as hard as that might be for some people when faced with a creature that should not exist from their point of view.
     
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  3. Toriel decided to be in the library in the midst of what is going on. The onset of so many books is impressive, more than what she would ever have and to think, she is already curious about Pandora. On one end, she was at a distance, plucking out a book into her hands and it happened to be a joke book.

    Oh! Maybe there would be some more puns in here, she would absolutely love it no doubt.

    Perhaps she could check it out and as she grabbed it, she wrapped it under her arms and began for a new book, that is, until she heard some banter from one of the ends and turned her head in curiosity; well, it seems that a gentleman and a bug were chatting away.

    She was watching in silence.
     
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  4. C.A. Rotwang

    C.A. Rotwang Metropolis
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    With his nose buried in a very complicated book on robotics, Rotwang needed to concentrate and in order to do that, he needed dead silence. So far his day at the library had been relatively peaceful without any interruption, but Pandora was unpredictable as always. Not long after he'd reached the next and far more interesting looking chapter did he hear a shout coming from a nearby section of the library.

    Alarmed, the inventor looked up. Whoever had cried out sounded extremely confused and they'd called for a lieutenant, no less! Grumbling, Rotwang dropped the book he'd been looking so forward to continuing onto the nearest table and marched towards the scene. Somehow he doubted the person causing the ruckus was really in trouble, and that it was some sort of elaborate prank to get the attention of others. If that was really the case he'd be in for a good lecture, and not just from the staff.

    As he inched towards the aisle where the commotion was coming from, a very familiar bug caught his eye. Was that...? No, it couldn't be! The exact same beetle he'd sold that luminous fly to! And he seemed to attempting to comfort the man who had called out in distress. Rotwang squinted at the person in question, noticing a small circular light near his brow which looked a bit like an implant. Whatever it was didn't matter at the moment, though. Rotwang was going to give him an earful.

    "What is this?!"
    he hissed, eyes widened with fury as he stormed towards the group. "Crying out for the military in the midst of a peaceful library? Without any real reason to show for? This is madness!"

     
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  5. Connor RK800

    Connor RK800 Detroit: Become Human

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    Connor blinked rapidly at the image in front of him. He began to wonder if he had damaged his optical processors during whatever had just happened to him. That had to be the case, because otherwise there was no possible way that a giant insect was standing here and talking to him. He straightened himself upright, pushing a few books off of his lap and he stared at the creature before him. What was going on?

    Connor had to be broken. Well, perhaps not broken, but badly damaged. He wasn't sure when the damage would've been done or how an error would have occurred, but it was the only justification his highly logical mind could grasp at the moment. His gaze turned downward at his lap, away from what seemed to be the giant bug, if only to give his processors a break from trying to make sense that it was there. A diagnostic scan would be a quick way to figure out what was going on with him. As he activated it, his LED flickered from red to yellow as it processed. His eyelids rapidly fluttered as all his processing strength went into the effort.

    All hardware fully functional. All software online. No errors detected. Warning: Software instability dangerously high.

    Connor shook his head as the scan ended. The last part had nothing to do with how he saw things around him, just how he felt about them (meaning that he shouldn't be feeling at all). Everything for the most part was fully operational. Nothing was wrong with him. Except there had to be. How else could he be in this situation right now?

    Connor's head snapped back up to the scene in front of him as he heard another voice. A human, an unhappy one at that, was now charging at them. Despite the man's apparent anger, Connor felt a hint of relief to see him. At least there was one thing here he could make sense of. After a pause, Connor finally managed to collect himself enough to speak.

    "I'm sorry...," he began. His programming prioritized serving and answering the human, even if his yelling in this "library" had been justified. Then, he turned to the non human creature. Bewilderment was clear on the android's face, even if he technically wasn't designed to feel such a thing.

    "I'm okay," he answered, sounding skeptical of himself. "At least, I think I'm okay. My diagnostics say that everything's okay, but..." He looked around himself, and then turned his eyes back to the creature. "I was just in a snowy driveway in Detroit, and now I'm in a library. That... doesn't make any sense! What's going on? And... what are you?"

    Connor had already instinctively run a scan on the creature's face. He got nothing back. No name, no species, just an "Error: Subject unidentifiable" message. He had never seen that error before, and he didn't know what that meant.
     
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  6. Quirrel

    Quirrel Hollow Knight

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    The bug's eyes watched carefully behind his smooth white mask, picking up small details about the new arrival in front of him quickly. The light embedded in his head which seemed to change colors... was that some sort of cybernetic augmentation perhaps? Quirrel wasn't too familiar with such devices, but you saw things like that fairly often in Pandora. He hadn't a clue what it could actually do, though. The other odd thing was that where some uniforms might have a name, this man's clothes had some sort of... well, he wasn't sure what RK800 could refer to but it definitely wasn't a name.

    From elsewhere in the library came an unfortunately familiar face. What were the odds that irate man would be here now of all days?! "Oh, would you please calm down?" Quirrel asked Rotwang, his voice having the slightest edge of irritation to it. "He's clearly just been brought to Pandora, so he doesn't need people being rude to him like this when his situation is already so confusing." The beetle could take all the verbal abuse in the world from him, but he wouldn't abide Rotwang getting aggressive to anyone else.

    Having tried his best to get Rotwang to leave before he started going off on a tirade or the like, Quirrel moved on to actually address Connor. "Diagnostics? Never mind, that doesn't matter right now. What's important is what has happened to you," the beetle said, keeping a calm tone. The fact that his face didn't move at all as he talked might clue in Connor to the fact that he was wearing a mask of some sort. "You were in fact somewhere entirely different mere moments ago and this is not a dream, hallucination, or flight of fancy... even if I understand my own appearance might give that impression to most humans. The truth of the matter is that you are in another world. And to answer your last question, I am simply a large talking bug. My name is Quirrel."

    Quirrel pointed to an empty table with a chitinous hand. "Why don't we take a seat and chat about this in a bit more detail?" he suggested to Connor. "I understand what I've said so far probably has brought up more questions than it has answered, if you even believe me to begin with, but I'll do my best to answer your questions." Without waiting for an answer, the beetle pulled out two chairs opposite each other and took a seat in one of them.
     
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  7. What a curious bunch of people that Toriel came across in the visit. She almost feels tempted to chat herself but she didn't want to be rude. However, before long she put away the books and began her walk towards another section, which was of course, in the group's general direction.

    As she was walking by, she asked in a calm tone,"Excuse me but may I pass? I need to get over."
     
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  8. C.A. Rotwang

    C.A. Rotwang Metropolis
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    The inventor fixed his glare on the human with the apparent implant, preparing to give a lengthy speech on just how sorry he should be for disrupting the peace and why it was so ridiculous to call for military personnel when there was clearly no reason to. He quickly shut his mouth, however, as the all-too-familiar giant bug decided to speak up first.

    Rotwang directed his furious gaze on Quirrel instead, in complete and utter disbelief from what he'd just said. Was this overgrown pest really lecturing him? It took a moment for the inventor to make sense of what he was hearing, to understand that meek little Quirrel actually had it in him to talk down to him. Once he'd finally taken it all in, Rotwang answered both the man and the bug in a nervous whisper. "Calm down?! What with all of the unnecessary attention brought upon this room?" He gestured around the area, causing a few onlooking bystanders to avert their eyes. "The last sort of interruption that is needed is an investigation being held in the library! Especially while I am reading! Keep your voices down!"

    With a final hushing gesture, Rotwang turned on his heel and began marching back towards the location in which he left his book. While on the way, he overheard some unusual terms being thrown around by the two others, most notably 'diagnostics' or at least some other word that sounded similar. How curious! As he tried to listen more closely to the conversation, another person pushed past him and nearly knocked him off his feet. Looking over his shoulder, Rotwang gave a brief look of contempt towards whoever it was who had been so rude as to almost bump into him. Once he saw that it was a giant, two-legged goat, he instantly looked away, hoping against all hope that they didn't see his dirty look.

     
  9. Connor RK800

    Connor RK800 Detroit: Become Human

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    Connor's LED continued to spiral yellow as he desperately tried to process everything. The creature in front of him seemed to take offense with the human's objection, and the android wasn't so distracted that he didn't pick up on the things they were saying to each other. He heard the phrase "brought to Pandora". Given his extensive knowledge, he knew the Greek myth of Pandora, of the first woman created by the Gods who opened up the box containing all the bad in the world. He didn't understand what that had to do with this conversation though. It was just one more baffling thing to add to the pile that was this entire experience.

    He kept quiet as he listened to the pair, his eyes mostly locked on the bug like being in front of him. He had picked up by now that he was wearing a mask, but the proportions of his body did not match a human's. He considered the possibility that this was some sort of oddly shaped android, but his full body scan would've informed him if that was the case. Instead, Connor's scanners didn't know what to make of him. Quirrel then introduced himself and informed him that yes, he was indeed a giant talking bug, but Connor's coding just couldn't accept it. That wasn't possible. Things like that didn't exist. RK800 models were special designed for adaptability, considering their intended purpose for detective work, but this was a far reach for any cybernetic mind to accept.

    Quirrel went to sit down, but Connor wasn't so quick to follow. He was still stunned, and was only brought out of it when a new person asked to cross through. He looked up at her, and received another shock to his systems. This woman looked like a giant bipedal goat. Connor's social programming made him acknowledge the request, even as his mind kept spinning. He finally stood up, clearing a few books out of the way so he had space to stand without stepping on one, and stepped politely to the side. All the while, he kept his eyes on her, attempting another full body scan. Another error flashed in his mind. Whatever she was, she wasn't anywhere in his data bases either.

    Out of curiosity, he turned his eyes toward the man who had lectured him. His facial scan yielded a different result, but one no less troubling. His systems identified him as character portrayed in a German film from 1927, and Connor knew that had to be incorrect. Something had to be very wrong with him.

    "I... I think I'm experiencing a malfunction," he said. He knew his diagnostics had come back clean, but that function must've been effected by the error too. "Listen, my name is Connor. I'm an android sent by CyberLife. I need to report to the nearest CyberLife facility." As he spoke, he attempted to use his internal communication programs to contact CyberLife. He couldn't connect. No matter what he did, he couldn't establish a connection, and a strange sensation washed over him. It was similar to when he had experienced that deviant's consciousness at the moment of its death. It was fear.

    "If I can report back to them, they might be able to fix whatever is going wrong with me," he explained, taking a few steps closer to where Quirrel sat. He knew Quirrel had said that this wasn't a hallucination or a dream, but Connor couldn't experience either of those. This had to be an error in his code, and Quirrel saying that he was real had to simply be a part of it. "My communication program seems to be down too, and I don't think I can trust my GPS system. Where can I find the nearest facility?"
     
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  10. Quirrel

    Quirrel Hollow Knight

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    Alright, so the man, who had identified himself as Connor, wasn't quite in the mood for sitting. Understandable, really. New arrivals could be categorized into quickly accepting and adamantly rejecting their new reality, with very little in between, at least in Quirrel's experience. It seemed like the giant goat woman... who honestly had a strong resemblance to someone Quirrel had met before, had only caused Connor to cling harder to the idea that this wasn't real.

    The interesting thing was that this man had called himself an android. Now, Quirrel had learnt what the term meant at some point during his stay in Pandora and even had a sort of comparison back home to help him understand the concept, but he wasn't aware they could get so realistic. Admittedly a human would probably be a better judge of what looked human, but that didn't change the fact that it was a darn good facade. But it would make sense that a being running off programming would be a bit less accepting of a completely illogical piece of information than a human.

    "Listen, I've never heard of Cyberlife before, Connor," the beetle told him patiently, not sounding too bothered. "It probably doesn't exist in this world. You can choose to believe that this is all some error, if that's what you wish. Gods know I was pretty bothered the first time I saw a human. But no matter how hard you look, you aren't going to find a facility like that anywhere around here."

    Perhaps he was being a bit too pushy here? It was always so hard to tell, but Quirrel didn't think he was doing anything remarkably wrong here. "Perhaps you are malfunctioning, I have no way to prove otherwise," he continued to push. "But even if you were, this would be a pretty elaborate cognitive failure, right? Giant insects and bipedal goats in a strange library you've never seen before, not to mention the matter of seamlessly transitioning here after getting grabbed by black vines that appeared out of nowhere. They say the simplest explanation is the most logical one to choose barring any other information, but I don't think you are choosing the simplest one. You're choosing an easy explanation."