ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cyberlife) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} theconsolelog, |
True, Connor was still learning to emote properly. Part of his original programming did not come with a standard model that was more suitable for a household, dealing with a family and people in a regular setting--but cops. Not reflecting much emotion wasn't needed for an android that was supposed to solve investigations. But when things troubled him, when he was...afraid, that was slowly slipping through onto his face.
At least he was able to smile now with renewed confidence that Hank wasn't about to just sit on a couch and hope for the best. 11-14 calories per chip, is what Hank was currently digesting. But Connor kept his mouth shut, shaking his head and sitting beside him on the couch. "I didn't mean squatting." Alright, so stealing all of the androids from the Cyberlife headquarters wasn't legal. Killing those guards in the tower was not legal. But those were special circumstances, and Connor did not want to die. Freeing people was a special circumstance.
But he wouldn't break the common law and squat. He looked over to the tent that Hank mentioned, the corners of his lips turning down and even his brows furrowing this time. No. Not the tent.
"We can do better." Hank was armed. The locals in this town were not attacking them on site. He had over a 90% chance of survivability, especially with Sumo relaxing there, and it seemed as though the lieutenant was content there with his artery clogging excuse for food. His friend wasn't a statistic, but he did trust he could take care of himself. Connor could be quick, and he could be efficient. The android pushed himself up off of the couch, adjusting his jacket, his tie was gone but he did like his jacket...even if it did say his model number and Android on it. "You go ahead and rest, I'll figure this out." He did take Hank's device, the skin on his hand fading away to reveal the real white plastic-like material as he interfaced with the technology, hacking it, to make it...Hank-friendly. Mostly easy to contact him. Seemingly pleased with himself, Connor handed the device back to his friend, his skin fading back into place as he stood to his full height. "Call me if something happens. But I'll return shortly..."
An hour or two later and Connor had fully analyzed and explored the town for what it was. The citizens of New Leaf were intelligent, animal creatures that thrived on building, planting, clothing, and fishing. Very similar to other civilizations. He'd found that he could in fact secure them a stay at the local inn in return for coins, or labor. Because the android was so fast, he had no problem procuring favors, and more coins. And a relatively comfortable room for Hank, Sumo, and himself at the Inn. It had odd furnishings and touches, but nothing dangerous. Almost too cheery for Hank's demeanor. Connor had even procured more water. This time in bottles, some fruit, vegetables, and a few meal trays. Burgers, pizza, and donuts were available but he avoided those. Sushi, tacos, steamed meat, those were much more healthier options.
They didn't have to trust the animals. But Connor thought they traded well. And the dwellings would work for now. Though he could tell Hank was critical. "See? Much better than a tent. They're very willing to work out a bartering system....and surprisingly talented with building things." At least Hank and Sumo had an indoors, sustenance, and Connor could keep an eye on them while they rested and he learned more. "They even had books. Real ones." He thought Hank might like those.
His desire for Hank's approval was very important. But Connor assumed because Hank was his first close relationship and he would unquestionably give his life for him, and Hank had shown him what it was to be 'human', this was normal. No one else was teaching him humanity after all. Or...anything. Hank had taught him much, and that was special to Connor.