Who: Connor Temple and Cameron What: Conn is checking out the machinery in a non pervy way. When: This morning Where: Cameron's cell Warnings: none
Time at the prison had been good so far...time. That word had an entirely different feeling to Connor than it did to most people. It didn't mean something inevitable and flowing it meant something topsy turvy and winding...often winding back on itself. Something with infinitely many options. This was by far not one of his favorite options. A future filled with zombies and monsters that challenged the human population (what very little was left of it) day in and day out. Robots AI weren't so bad to think about though. Provided this one wasn't trying to take over the world like Cameron had mentioned when he first got here. She was another time traveler and that in and of itself lent them a kind of kinship he might not get with anyone else. Maybe she was missing someone the way he was missing Abby. If AI had real feelings and missed people or even made friends. He had a lot to learn on this front.
Luckily for Cameron though he wouldn't be too troubled by the machinery aspect of things. While he was rusty on his human-machine manners his skills were second to none except Tony Stark, that dreamy genius. So when she called on him to check out her system and work on some enhancements he was more than willing. Looks like he was even going to get his happily gloved mitts on a gaming laptop which was more than he could have asked for. He missed his old set up, it was manipulated to perfection for late night raids with his buddies on their favorite dungeon crawlers.
Those were pleasant memories to fill the time while he got dressed and left his cell. Inexplicably he still wore his fingerless gloves...it was just something he'd always worn and it felt wrong to stop now. At least fall was just about here so it wouldn't seem to strange soon enough. He practically skipped up to the cell, leaning over to poke his head in "Good mornin'!"