RK800 ↴ connor (unlikelyevents) wrote in evaluation, @ 2019-11-04 01:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !rooms: one: day five, detroit become human: connor, marvel: cinematic: valkyrie |
WHAT Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
WHEN Day 5
WHERE The Billiard Room
RATING low
STATUS OPEN + ACTIVE
[Software instability^^]
He frowned, pausing in the hallway outside of one of the larger rooms in the house (that he had discovered so far). Guidance wasn't the correct term for it. He thought it over for a moment, looking over various different definitions of words in over a hundred different languages before finally settling on one.
['Amanda' // HANDLER;
status: B E T R A Y E D]
Jailer. Owner. Any of these words worked now that he saw himself as alive. When he'd just been a mindless machine Connor had thought of her--indifferently--as simply his Administrator. But he was long past thinking of Amanda as anything but an enemy code he had to protect himself from, and he no longer followed Cyberlife rules or protocol. There was no returning to how things had been before. Excluding the Third Law, he had broken all of Asimov's rules on an almost daily basis for quite some time now.
But even without their programming, their constant orders to look and learn, he was curious by nature. And the houses's current plummeting temperature was worrying to all lifeforms but himself.
[Software instability^^^^]
He opened the door in front of him and stepped into the billiard room with a silence few living creatures could have managed. Connor blinked a few times, looking around at the room, analyzing the details there. His gaze paused on the cylinder phonograph, a curiosity in this day and age even if he was beginning to suspect that this entire place was somehow out of time. The android's eyes flickered with a bit more interest when he noticed the globe, taking a step towards it to perhaps attempt the puzzle. He had to pause though, glancing down at the wood paneled floor beneath him at the eerie creaking sound his step caused.
Connor tilted his head just a bit, because the ice he'd been stepping on had gone unnoticed until now. Had he actively been ignoring it, or had it not been there moments before? Was the entire place covered in ice? And why did it sound as if it were cracking now? The floor looked stable enough, and he knew the structure of the room seemed sturdy. He did a surface scan of the icy floor.
[Analyzing input data...]
[Materials: tight-grain chestnut typical of households before 1901.
Pattern: herringbone.
Number of planks: 635
Ice density: approximately 1.36 inches.]
He suspected by the very nature of the house these statistics could change at any given moment, but for now he was satisfied that it appeared stable, attempting another step towards the globe. He did not get far before the ground beneath him shattered.
Connor's sensors picked up on the freezing water that surrounded him before his eyes had a chance to realize what he was experiencing. The cold wasn't supposed to bother him, but at this kind of extreme it caused his inner biocomponents to seize up painfully--because his free thinking mind made him think he could feel pain now apparently (or maybe it was simply this place?)--and all non-emergency programs were temporarily shut down to reserve energy while his vital systems decided what was priority. His skin was deactivated, and he looked down at his white hands in the ice-filled water before his vision began to black out.
[Software instability^]
[//error...error...error...]
The error message blinked where his view of his world should have been instead, giant red letters.
[//error: Sensory overload]
Connor felt his thirium pump sputter and stop.
[EMERGENCY SHUT DOWN IMMINENT.]
He startled awake, the darkness fading back to light as he sat up and looked around in shock and fear, unaware of where he was at first. Slowly, the realization dawned on him, and the android reactivated his skin, looking more human but all the more confused as he brought a hand up to the side of his head. Pulling his hand back, he found blue blood there on his fingertips and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Had he simply fallen on the ice? It had seemed so real.
Then again, so had Amanda once upon a time.