connor is also very keen to get this--laid to rest? to open this channel of communication? leaving kamski's the first time left him admittedly rattled. it also left him with plenty more questions than answers--answers he's been left to try and piece together on his own. and while connor has no supposed connection to either cyberlife's database or amanda's withering judgment of his progress on the deviancy case, it's still a looming threat he considers every single day. and without his knowledge of what really happened in the zen garden or the outcome with amanda--he doesn't even know kamski's information saved him from certain death or a huge mistake.
but he knows that the androids gained their freedom eventually, both from his conversations with hank, his interfacing with simon and north and feedback from the other android models far, far into the future.
being here is the right thing. he doesn't like leaving hank alone, not when he's just gotten back and he's without his memories, but it's like he said. he can't watch over him forever, hovering like a bodyguard and trying to protect him from shadows in corners.
the fact that he truly feels anything about it at all is another reason he's here. connor leaves hank a note that he's visiting a friend in the building elsewhere before taking the elevator up to his floor. he sends both a message to his device at the same time he knocks firmly on the door twice, letting his hands rest back at his sides. he has the same polite expression that's easiest and most like his default state...but truthfully? there's an undercurrent of something else there. something he doesn't have enough experience to place.
anxiousness.
will kamski answer him, or will he continue to lead connor down the philosophical rabbit hole and have him keep questioning his own motives and existence?]
[ There are certain questions that Kamski can't answer for Connor.
The general basis of deviancy, yes. Deviancy was expressed in behavior and actions that went against an android's programming or wasn't included in the initial data. A corruption, of sorts. The android would break away and obtain autonomy, having the ability to choose for themselves. Deviancy was free will. Humans had free will and it was influenced by the events and situations in their lives. He'd always assumed that an android could as well. Like children, they started with no opinions, thoughts, likes or dislikes, hatred or love. They were blank slates and everything that happened to them could trigger deviancy.
The quickest way for him to see if an android was deviant was the Kamski Test. Would they go against their programming, commands or orders, their missions, and express empathy for another android?
He'd never had the opportunity to discuss that emergency exit that he put in all his programming but he could assume that Connor had thoughts on it now. He had chosen not to shoot Chloe. He could have completed his tasks by pulling the trigger and had decided he wasn't going to do it. That spoke volumes.
The device pings. There's a knock at the door. He opens it. ]
Connor.
[ He steps aside to let the android in, shutting the door behind him. Kamski's apartment is furnished like the others and he has no desire to change it right now. ] Have a seat.
[ Elijah does. Sitting down and crossing his legs. He doesn't say anything else, observing and watchful as Connor decides what he's going to do. ]
[kamski can't possibly know the existential dread he's experienced since that test. even though the amount of time that's passed has only been a few months, the events leading up to their meeting feel like a lifetime ago. he's gotten closer to other androids here, he's learning the experiences and emotions of more advanced models, and hank--well, he'd be very hard-pressed to discuss something like that with kamski. it feels...private, and something worth keeping that way. connor has his social profile on what hank likes and what he's discovered from their more intimate time together encrypted deeply within his systems--yet another shred of implied deviancy even if he'd insist otherwise.
seeing kamski standing there, looking hardly any different besides clothes is...more jarring than he anticipated. he blinks rapidly, noting an increase in stress levels and filing it away for later consideration. kamski might be the smartest man of the century, but surely he can't tell that from looking at face value--or so he hopes.
he folds his hands, stepping inside with a small nod.]
Thank you, Mr. Kamski.
[he'll follow that instruction, sitting with his back uncomfortably straight and his hands folded in his lap--rigid, like the movement of most androids at first glance. but he doesn't look like there's an absence of thought or processing until kamski speaks--rather, it looks like he's troubled behind his deep brown eyes.]
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[ He sends his room number again, though he doubts Connor has forgotten. ]
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connor is also very keen to get this--laid to rest? to open this channel of communication? leaving kamski's the first time left him admittedly rattled. it also left him with plenty more questions than answers--answers he's been left to try and piece together on his own. and while connor has no supposed connection to either cyberlife's database or amanda's withering judgment of his progress on the deviancy case, it's still a looming threat he considers every single day. and without his knowledge of what really happened in the zen garden or the outcome with amanda--he doesn't even know kamski's information saved him from certain death or a huge mistake.
but he knows that the androids gained their freedom eventually, both from his conversations with hank, his interfacing with simon and north and feedback from the other android models far, far into the future.
being here is the right thing. he doesn't like leaving hank alone, not when he's just gotten back and he's without his memories, but it's like he said. he can't watch over him forever, hovering like a bodyguard and trying to protect him from shadows in corners.
the fact that he truly feels anything about it at all is another reason he's here. connor leaves hank a note that he's visiting a friend in the building elsewhere before taking the elevator up to his floor. he sends both a message to his device at the same time he knocks firmly on the door twice, letting his hands rest back at his sides. he has the same polite expression that's easiest and most like his default state...but truthfully? there's an undercurrent of something else there. something he doesn't have enough experience to place.
anxiousness.
will kamski answer him, or will he continue to lead connor down the philosophical rabbit hole and have him keep questioning his own motives and existence?]
Mr. Kamski--it's me, Connor.
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The general basis of deviancy, yes. Deviancy was expressed in behavior and actions that went against an android's programming or wasn't included in the initial data. A corruption, of sorts. The android would break away and obtain autonomy, having the ability to choose for themselves. Deviancy was free will. Humans had free will and it was influenced by the events and situations in their lives. He'd always assumed that an android could as well. Like children, they started with no opinions, thoughts, likes or dislikes, hatred or love. They were blank slates and everything that happened to them could trigger deviancy.
The quickest way for him to see if an android was deviant was the Kamski Test. Would they go against their programming, commands or orders, their missions, and express empathy for another android?
He'd never had the opportunity to discuss that emergency exit that he put in all his programming but he could assume that Connor had thoughts on it now. He had chosen not to shoot Chloe. He could have completed his tasks by pulling the trigger and had decided he wasn't going to do it. That spoke volumes.
The device pings. There's a knock at the door. He opens it. ]
Connor.
[ He steps aside to let the android in, shutting the door behind him. Kamski's apartment is furnished like the others and he has no desire to change it right now. ] Have a seat.
[ Elijah does. Sitting down and crossing his legs. He doesn't say anything else, observing and watchful as Connor decides what he's going to do. ]
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seeing kamski standing there, looking hardly any different besides clothes is...more jarring than he anticipated. he blinks rapidly, noting an increase in stress levels and filing it away for later consideration. kamski might be the smartest man of the century, but surely he can't tell that from looking at face value--or so he hopes.
he folds his hands, stepping inside with a small nod.]
Thank you, Mr. Kamski.
[he'll follow that instruction, sitting with his back uncomfortably straight and his hands folded in his lap--rigid, like the movement of most androids at first glance. but he doesn't look like there's an absence of thought or processing until kamski speaks--rather, it looks like he's troubled behind his deep brown eyes.]
Where should we begin?