[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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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?