If that's true, Hank saved her long before Connor ever stepped inside Elijah's home. She sets this knowledge aside to think over later, choosing instead to focus on the warmth in her stomach that comes from considering the fact that despite everything she's seen, everything she knows humans may have suffered at the hands of androids, they are still capable of caring about them.
A quick search tells her public opinion of them is still sympathetic, thanks to the peaceful demonstrations led by Markus and the way he had chosen to show that androids do have feelings.
His last attempt hadn't even been an attempt, she's sure. He had looked at the soldiers surrounding him and reached instead for the WR400 beside him, had embraced her, and had kissed her. It had been enough to turn the tide, and that one act of love had changed the world.
Reflecting over this, over the way that Connor looks when he talks about Hank, the tone to his voice, Chloe has to wonder-
"Have you experienced feelings of love yet, Connor?"
That's a little blunt, but they are androids and the concept of oversharing isn't really something that's built into them yet.
"Elijah programmed something like that into us, but I can tell now it was only ever artificial. He gave me infatuation with him and an eagerness to please, and satisfaction when I did. I believe he loved me, as much as a man like that can love anything."
He had put her on her knees and given Connor the chance to end her life before it ever even had a chance to start, though, so there is a pinch between her eyebrows, a look of uncertainty.
"I would like to know what it feels like," she goes on, looking up at him again to put thoughts of Elijah aside as well. "But I'm not sure if I can yet, or how long it will take to feel that."
"Oh," he says with a lift of both his brows in mild surprise. Mainly because...he's never really considered it. But of all the emotions he's learned in the past few days, he knows none are as strong as evidence he's seen from others just what exactly that means. Markus and North's embrace and their kiss even in the face of certain death--that was romantic love. Hank killing himself a little bit each day and grieving the loss of his son and ensuing loneliness without him in this lifetime--familial love.
"No. I don't think I've experienced the type of love you're referencing at this time," he admits honestly. "But--I'd like to," he follows up with, the same eager note in his voice when he'd told Hank he wanted to listen to heavy metal.
As far as Elijah goes, that's a different beast altogether, one he considers for a moment. He doesn't know her experience, but he does know that by all rights and accounts, her model is considered obsolete. Kamski clearly duplicated more advanced models of her and kept them as live-in...girlfriends? Assistants? He's not sure.
"You were his first great success. I'm certain he cared for you, but it's like you said. Only as much as he was capable. Something tells me it's very different from the way most humans express themselves. But...now you have the chance to find the kind of love you want, Chloe."
He lets his lips press together in another small smile, meant to be reassuring.
Everything they've both begun to think and feel, it's still all so new that she supposes she should have expected that answer. Of course he wouldn't have experienced love yet, he probably hasn't even had time to stop and really process everything that's happened to him- no, to the whole world now.
Everything is changing, and so are they.
"I think we have time to learn what it means to be in love," she says, and she reaches for his hand because the connection had made her feel more secure and it's something she feels a desire for again when confronting these kinds of thoughts. "We'll have the chance to do anything we want now, thanks to you and Markus."
There might be something like hero worship there, despite the fact that he may not welcome it. The simple fact, in Chloe's opinion, is that if Connor hadn't done what he had to warn Markus and see him and his people to safety their people would probably be nothing more than immobile white bodies breaking down in a landfill somewhere.
"I'm glad we're reconnected too," she admits with little trouble. "I hope that we can spend much more time together, I think it would be good for me to form relationships with- new people."
With someone who isn't Elijah Kamski is what she means, but even now, even far away and no longer under the influence of that programming that bound her to him, she still doesn't want to speak too poorly of her creator.
Connor suppresses the flush threatening to heat underneath his artificial cheeks when she takes his hand again and says...that. He knows realistically she means that they'll need to learn in their own way, not necessarily with each other, but...it's not hard to let preconstructions start formulating. He opens his palm more than willingly, letting their fingers lace together.
He hesitates just for a moment, a little overcome by the sentiment that he holds any measure of importance to the people that he once was meant to hunt down and betray. There are at least three bodies hung up on the wall at the DPD or in FBI storage that are a physical testament to that. And yet...it's like Markus had said. He wants badly to believe that he's one of them now too, that he can have a second chance to understand what it means to have his own identity, hopes and desires like any human.
So he lifts their hands together slightly, just enough to brush his fingers lightly across her knuckles in an affectionate manner before glancing up through his lashes.
"I'd like that, Chloe."
He doesn't quite pick up on her implication, though it'll be a topic of conversation in the near future. It doesn't seem polite to bombard her with questions about the man she's just walked out on so soon. He'd rather have her settle in a bit before prying into the circumstances, out of a sense of duty and his own personal curiosity. At the time he'd been disturbed by the effect it had on his psyche--the way his hand had been forced and he'd been pushed into his deviancy--but he has to wonder if that's something that was familiar to Chloe. He frowns slightly, fingers flexing just enough to be noticeable.
"I'm glad I was the one to find you, and that I'll be able to keep you safe for now."
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A quick search tells her public opinion of them is still sympathetic, thanks to the peaceful demonstrations led by Markus and the way he had chosen to show that androids do have feelings.
His last attempt hadn't even been an attempt, she's sure. He had looked at the soldiers surrounding him and reached instead for the WR400 beside him, had embraced her, and had kissed her. It had been enough to turn the tide, and that one act of love had changed the world.
Reflecting over this, over the way that Connor looks when he talks about Hank, the tone to his voice, Chloe has to wonder-
"Have you experienced feelings of love yet, Connor?"
That's a little blunt, but they are androids and the concept of oversharing isn't really something that's built into them yet.
"Elijah programmed something like that into us, but I can tell now it was only ever artificial. He gave me infatuation with him and an eagerness to please, and satisfaction when I did. I believe he loved me, as much as a man like that can love anything."
He had put her on her knees and given Connor the chance to end her life before it ever even had a chance to start, though, so there is a pinch between her eyebrows, a look of uncertainty.
"I would like to know what it feels like," she goes on, looking up at him again to put thoughts of Elijah aside as well. "But I'm not sure if I can yet, or how long it will take to feel that."
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"No. I don't think I've experienced the type of love you're referencing at this time," he admits honestly. "But--I'd like to," he follows up with, the same eager note in his voice when he'd told Hank he wanted to listen to heavy metal.
As far as Elijah goes, that's a different beast altogether, one he considers for a moment. He doesn't know her experience, but he does know that by all rights and accounts, her model is considered obsolete. Kamski clearly duplicated more advanced models of her and kept them as live-in...girlfriends? Assistants? He's not sure.
"You were his first great success. I'm certain he cared for you, but it's like you said. Only as much as he was capable. Something tells me it's very different from the way most humans express themselves. But...now you have the chance to find the kind of love you want, Chloe."
He lets his lips press together in another small smile, meant to be reassuring.
Technically, he has the same choice now too.
"For now--I'm glad we've located each other."
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Everything is changing, and so are they.
"I think we have time to learn what it means to be in love," she says, and she reaches for his hand because the connection had made her feel more secure and it's something she feels a desire for again when confronting these kinds of thoughts. "We'll have the chance to do anything we want now, thanks to you and Markus."
There might be something like hero worship there, despite the fact that he may not welcome it. The simple fact, in Chloe's opinion, is that if Connor hadn't done what he had to warn Markus and see him and his people to safety their people would probably be nothing more than immobile white bodies breaking down in a landfill somewhere.
"I'm glad we're reconnected too," she admits with little trouble. "I hope that we can spend much more time together, I think it would be good for me to form relationships with- new people."
With someone who isn't Elijah Kamski is what she means, but even now, even far away and no longer under the influence of that programming that bound her to him, she still doesn't want to speak too poorly of her creator.
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He hesitates just for a moment, a little overcome by the sentiment that he holds any measure of importance to the people that he once was meant to hunt down and betray. There are at least three bodies hung up on the wall at the DPD or in FBI storage that are a physical testament to that. And yet...it's like Markus had said. He wants badly to believe that he's one of them now too, that he can have a second chance to understand what it means to have his own identity, hopes and desires like any human.
So he lifts their hands together slightly, just enough to brush his fingers lightly across her knuckles in an affectionate manner before glancing up through his lashes.
"I'd like that, Chloe."
He doesn't quite pick up on her implication, though it'll be a topic of conversation in the near future. It doesn't seem polite to bombard her with questions about the man she's just walked out on so soon. He'd rather have her settle in a bit before prying into the circumstances, out of a sense of duty and his own personal curiosity. At the time he'd been disturbed by the effect it had on his psyche--the way his hand had been forced and he'd been pushed into his deviancy--but he has to wonder if that's something that was familiar to Chloe. He frowns slightly, fingers flexing just enough to be noticeable.
"I'm glad I was the one to find you, and that I'll be able to keep you safe for now."