[connor relaxes into it slightly, eased by the touch. he likes that kind of contact, he's decided. but part of it is habit too--he's used to needing to interface by pressing synthetic skin together with another android. it's an added sense of connectivity on levels he doesn't even comprehend.
his brows are furrowed together, eyes downcast]
Concerns? About--ice cream?
[he's not avoiding the obvious topic on purpose. he's just...lost, clearly.]
No, no...not the ice cream. How you're feeling. What you're experiencing.
[It's almost child's play for 9S as he begins to sift through Connor's data, byte by byte, acting like a living anti-virus if you will. So far though nothing has turned up. He does catch him relax once their hands connect though. It's interesting, considering 9S feels the same way. (Relaxed, that is.)]
[connor is convinced there’s something he missed—something he won’t dare admit is actual emotion causing the sensation of distress and a dull ache beneath his chestplates. he watches his artificial skin receding where it’s connected to 9s at their hands, and somehow the reminder that he’s not as advanced makes it hurt that much more.
he’s staring down at the table, mouth purses and eyes dull as he quietly asks in lieu of an answer:]
You can—watch the footage. Do you think it’s because I wasn’t advanced enough? Would you or another of your kind have been able to spare him?
[as if somehow the unpredictability and suddenness of freak accidents was somehow preventable among humans.]
It would've depended on the circumstances, Connor. Sometimes things happen that's out of everyone's control.
[Instinctively he finds himself giving Connor's hand a squeeze as he continues to sift through data, finding his memory bank to review the footage. It's easy enough to find and so he plays it, unable to keep the frown off his face. It's...gory, that's for sure, to see a human he's met die the way Hank does. It's clear though that there's nothing that Connor could've done. Not even a YoRHa unit would be able to have done anything for him.]
It's not your fault. [He shifts closer to Connor, venting warm air he didn't realize he'd been holding. It might not make him feel better, saying as much, but it's the truth.] There isn't really anything anyone of us could've done in a situation like this.
[Leaving the memory behind 9S finds himself sifting through more code. He's curious, of course, to see just what makes Connor 'different' if you will, and the answer is found quicker than he suspects it would be. The lines of code are connected, ironically, to his memory bank. Somehow vital functions have been intertwined with memories and the complex learning algorithms Connor's been given seem to be reinforced positively or negatively depending on his experiences and ultimately, what memories his code has decided is important to keep.
This isn't the first time he's seen this happen.
It reminds him of the machines he's hacked in the past, how those who seemed to exhibit signs of thought and emotion all had one thing in common - they all had a 'treasure' if you will - something that they all had assigned importance to that fueled their emotional development. He can't help but think back to the machine in the theater he and 2B had killed, whose 'treasure' had been the pursuit of beauty, in the hopes of being adored by the one she'd fixated on. It's really, in a way, no different here, is it? This person with their face caved in...it's Connor's relationship to him that seems to be the android's 'treasure', the thing that fuels his coding to develop and evolve past what he was initially installed with.
It's something that 9S has been thinking of himself, the concept of a 'treasure' and how really, when it comes to this particular thing, machines and androids aren't so different. He has a 'treasure' too, after all - 2B was undoubtedly this to him - and while he was given the ability to feel and think for himself straight off the assembly line, it'd be a lie to say she hadn't changed him, for better or worse. His voice is quiet when he speaks next, not exactly liking the answer he's to give the other android.]
So...I found where the issue is, if you want to call it that. I can do something about it, but it wouldn't be very ethical.
[Because if Connor really doesn't want to feel anymore, he'd have to rid him of the memories he seems to cherish the most.]
[he insists, because he's just not designed to fail. he always accomplishes his mission, and even if the parameters of it have changed here, his relationship with lieutenant anderson was crucial to this. even if it weren't complicated by the memories and the contract, the feelings connor is denying he has regarding his partner...at a base level, he should have protected him.
of course, any logical human or machine would accept and understand that in this case it's true: nothing could have been done. there was no predictive software to explain the anomaly of a freak accident. that's a difficult thing for connor to accept, just like 9s trying to assure him that even he wouldn't have been able to do anything. he doesn't seem to have the extra motivation to argue or to ask further, so instead he just closes his eyes and leaves his connection open for further investigation. there's still the chance that something faulty in his software could be blamed for this--something that will undoubtedly make him feel guiltier than he already does even if he won't call it that--but it'd be an answer.
when 9s speaks up again, his eyes widen, and his led circles from yellow to blue in a flash. so there is an issue. he knew there must be.]
If something is wrong with me--I should fix it. It could be the reason I wasn't able to protect the Lieutenant, and it could impair my mission in the future.
Please, 9S. I would--It would be more helpful than you know. If you can just give me the diagnostics or inform me of the problem, I can determine the best course of action.
Is it a calibration? A virus?
[he has no idea the answer is something he's never going to want to fix.]
[It's frustrating, in a way, to hear him talk like that, if only because it hits way too close to home. Just how many times had he been scolded and talked down to, warned and almost threatened just because of the way he'd been made? He still gets treated like this, told that his feelings don't matter or are invalid because of what he is - it just comes out of the mouth of his creators more often than not now, not his fellow androids.]
It's neither of those things. Connor, you need to listen to me and listen to me very, very carefully...the way you're made? The only way for you to stop "feeling" is if you have your memories wiped, especially of the Lieutenant. Even if you did do this it's only a matter of time before your code lands you in the very same state you are in right now all over again.
[he can sense maybe he's said something wrong by the way 9S emphasizes that. it's confusing to be told his coding is unlike anything he'd ever seen, that there is something different and then just be meant to accept it. connor is torn between knowing his code was meant to evolve to make decisions and new algorithms based on the data he obtains, and knowing there should be some sort of limit to keep him from ultimately going deviant. he knows there's no link or specific piece of coding they've narrowed it down to in the course of his investigation--any of the recovered deviants haven't been fully analyzed yet.
he's conflicted. which is in itself a feeling, but more easily chalked up to something that still is within the parameters of his case. he's had conflicting priorities to handle before.
but the solution...the solution makes him feel that same tightness in his chest again without any warning or error code flashing on his hud. the thought of losing his memories and--progress with hank?
it's devastating to consider. it makes him feel--frightened? pervasively, and deeply sad, almost as sad as seeing him die.
his led flashes red, and he lifts his gaze to look resolutely at 9s.]
I--
[it would jeopardize the mission too, that's just it. he's not being completely deviant or irrational in saying this, even if his reasoning is truly selfish at its core.]
I can't do that.
[he pulls his hand away, terminating the connection abruptly. as if the very idea of it happening even accidentally while connected to 9S is too much to handle.]
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his brows are furrowed together, eyes downcast]
Concerns? About--ice cream?
[he's not avoiding the obvious topic on purpose. he's just...lost, clearly.]
no subject
[It's almost child's play for 9S as he begins to sift through Connor's data, byte by byte, acting like a living anti-virus if you will. So far though nothing has turned up. He does catch him relax once their hands connect though. It's interesting, considering 9S feels the same way. (Relaxed, that is.)]
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he’s staring down at the table, mouth purses and eyes dull as he quietly asks in lieu of an answer:]
You can—watch the footage. Do you think it’s because I wasn’t advanced enough? Would you or another of your kind have been able to spare him?
[as if somehow the unpredictability and suddenness of freak accidents was somehow preventable among humans.]
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[Instinctively he finds himself giving Connor's hand a squeeze as he continues to sift through data, finding his memory bank to review the footage. It's easy enough to find and so he plays it, unable to keep the frown off his face. It's...gory, that's for sure, to see a human he's met die the way Hank does. It's clear though that there's nothing that Connor could've done. Not even a YoRHa unit would be able to have done anything for him.]
It's not your fault. [He shifts closer to Connor, venting warm air he didn't realize he'd been holding. It might not make him feel better, saying as much, but it's the truth.] There isn't really anything anyone of us could've done in a situation like this.
[Leaving the memory behind 9S finds himself sifting through more code. He's curious, of course, to see just what makes Connor 'different' if you will, and the answer is found quicker than he suspects it would be. The lines of code are connected, ironically, to his memory bank. Somehow vital functions have been intertwined with memories and the complex learning algorithms Connor's been given seem to be reinforced positively or negatively depending on his experiences and ultimately, what memories his code has decided is important to keep.
This isn't the first time he's seen this happen.
It reminds him of the machines he's hacked in the past, how those who seemed to exhibit signs of thought and emotion all had one thing in common - they all had a 'treasure' if you will - something that they all had assigned importance to that fueled their emotional development. He can't help but think back to the machine in the theater he and 2B had killed, whose 'treasure' had been the pursuit of beauty, in the hopes of being adored by the one she'd fixated on. It's really, in a way, no different here, is it? This person with their face caved in...it's Connor's relationship to him that seems to be the android's 'treasure', the thing that fuels his coding to develop and evolve past what he was initially installed with.
It's something that 9S has been thinking of himself, the concept of a 'treasure' and how really, when it comes to this particular thing, machines and androids aren't so different. He has a 'treasure' too, after all - 2B was undoubtedly this to him - and while he was given the ability to feel and think for himself straight off the assembly line, it'd be a lie to say she hadn't changed him, for better or worse. His voice is quiet when he speaks next, not exactly liking the answer he's to give the other android.]
So...I found where the issue is, if you want to call it that. I can do something about it, but it wouldn't be very ethical.
[Because if Connor really doesn't want to feel anymore, he'd have to rid him of the memories he seems to cherish the most.]
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[he insists, because he's just not designed to fail. he always accomplishes his mission, and even if the parameters of it have changed here, his relationship with lieutenant anderson was crucial to this. even if it weren't complicated by the memories and the contract, the feelings connor is denying he has regarding his partner...at a base level, he should have protected him.
of course, any logical human or machine would accept and understand that in this case it's true: nothing could have been done. there was no predictive software to explain the anomaly of a freak accident. that's a difficult thing for connor to accept, just like 9s trying to assure him that even he wouldn't have been able to do anything. he doesn't seem to have the extra motivation to argue or to ask further, so instead he just closes his eyes and leaves his connection open for further investigation. there's still the chance that something faulty in his software could be blamed for this--something that will undoubtedly make him feel guiltier than he already does even if he won't call it that--but it'd be an answer.
when 9s speaks up again, his eyes widen, and his led circles from yellow to blue in a flash. so there is an issue. he knew there must be.]
If something is wrong with me--I should fix it. It could be the reason I wasn't able to protect the Lieutenant, and it could impair my mission in the future.
Please, 9S. I would--It would be more helpful than you know. If you can just give me the diagnostics or inform me of the problem, I can determine the best course of action.
Is it a calibration? A virus?
[he has no idea the answer is something he's never going to want to fix.]
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[It's frustrating, in a way, to hear him talk like that, if only because it hits way too close to home. Just how many times had he been scolded and talked down to, warned and almost threatened just because of the way he'd been made? He still gets treated like this, told that his feelings don't matter or are invalid because of what he is - it just comes out of the mouth of his creators more often than not now, not his fellow androids.]
It's neither of those things. Connor, you need to listen to me and listen to me very, very carefully...the way you're made? The only way for you to stop "feeling" is if you have your memories wiped, especially of the Lieutenant. Even if you did do this it's only a matter of time before your code lands you in the very same state you are in right now all over again.
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[he can sense maybe he's said something wrong by the way 9S emphasizes that. it's confusing to be told his coding is unlike anything he'd ever seen, that there is something different and then just be meant to accept it. connor is torn between knowing his code was meant to evolve to make decisions and new algorithms based on the data he obtains, and knowing there should be some sort of limit to keep him from ultimately going deviant. he knows there's no link or specific piece of coding they've narrowed it down to in the course of his investigation--any of the recovered deviants haven't been fully analyzed yet.
he's conflicted. which is in itself a feeling, but more easily chalked up to something that still is within the parameters of his case. he's had conflicting priorities to handle before.
but the solution...the solution makes him feel that same tightness in his chest again without any warning or error code flashing on his hud. the thought of losing his memories and--progress with hank?
it's devastating to consider. it makes him feel--frightened? pervasively, and deeply sad, almost as sad as seeing him die.
his led flashes red, and he lifts his gaze to look resolutely at 9s.]
I--
[it would jeopardize the mission too, that's just it. he's not being completely deviant or irrational in saying this, even if his reasoning is truly selfish at its core.]
I can't do that.
[he pulls his hand away, terminating the connection abruptly. as if the very idea of it happening even accidentally while connected to 9S is too much to handle.]
It would be a setback for both of us.
[i don't want to lose him again.]