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[socrowdedinhere]

*Connor has a mission, he is to find Lieutenant Anderson. He’s been to four bars already and is heading to the fifth when the world around them lurches. He’ll lose sight of everthing around him and when he can see again the city streets are gone and the darkness of the forest is all that is around him.* 

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[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *that was...quite thorough...* Well, I can say for certain that amin are not werewolves, as curses play no part in determining the type an amin will be. I happen to be a wolf-type, but amin come in many types. I, and all amin, are not and have never been human. Also, we are people, not monsters, and certainly far too common to be mythical or legendary.

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *gazes at Terris as he explains his people, blinking only because his programming tells him to, to avoid staring and being creepy. The 'people, not monsters' comment draws a small frown from him* I'm sorry. I did not mean to be offensive.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *small smile* I do not offend easily. I have a feeling you will have much to learn here... *and he will learn a lot from Connor...* Now, describe your... handler so we can look for her.

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *visibly starts to say something, but then stops, the small frown back on his face as his LED goes yellow and spins slowly* If this is in fact a physical location, not a digital one, we won't find her. She's a virtual avatar, my link to CyberLife. I meet her in a graphic interface designed to look like a Japanese zen garden.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: Mmn. I’m afraid I only truly understood about half of that. Are you thinking she’s not actually here? And... how did you come to be here, Connor?

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: Correct. Assuming this place is...real, she is not here. It's not possible for her to be. *LED starts spinning faster as his frown deepens mildly* I...I don't know. I was looking for my contact, Lieutenant Hank Anderson. He's a homicide detective with the Detroit Police Department. My instructions are to find and accompany him on his cases involving assault and even murder by androids of their owners. He wasn't at home or the station, but I was told to look for him in the locals bars. I was just entering the fifth one when I stepped through the doorway into...this. *gestures to indicate the forest around them*

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: I see. *he considers a moment and moves to stoke the fire.* Come sit, Connor, I would like to talk, perhaps together we can figure out what happened and what we need to do from here.

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *hesitates, then follows Terris back into the cave, kneeling to sit on his heels on a pillow opposite Terris, shoulders square and hands on his thighs - he doesn't look uncomfortable, but it's still a rather rigid pose*

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *eyes Connor a moment, but won’t comment. He’ll get the fire going and put a kettle on to heat some water. With the fire, Connor can now see the creature’s scarred face, glass eye, and seemingly perpetual scowl on just the left side.* Will you tell me about where you’re from?

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *considers a moment, trying to determine what exactly he's being asked - that's a /very/ broad question* I was activated in the CyberLife Tower six days ago, although the first of the Connor series was initialized approximately four months ago. After initial testing, that android was assigned its first mission, a hostage situation involving a deviant android. It was successful, though the unit itself was destroyed in the process. But it successfully uploaded its memories which were then downloaded into me when I was activated. I was released from the CyberLife Tower on my current mission this afternoon. *a beat, then* I'm not sure if that answers the question as you intended it, but your wording left a very broad margin of interpretation.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *blinks, taking that all in... wow... he can’t help a small, amused smile.* I apologize, I meant more the place, the city or town, is there anything you can think of that could possibly explain how you came to be here?

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: ...oh. *quietly as he looks away* Well... *LED goes yellow, spinning slowly as he tries to pull up /any/ information that might be relevant, finally shaking his head* No, there's nothing. Teleportation and any kind of travel to another world is simply not possible. It exists only in the realm of science fiction. Then again . . . werewolves - or amin - only exist in fantasy fiction. *meaning...he has /no/ explanation whatsoever for what's happened to him . . . and that visibly bothers him, LED still a spinning yellow as he gazes into the fire*

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *reaches over to rest a hand on Connor’s arm.* It’s all right. We’ll figure something out. I have another question for you; what do you require for sustenance?

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *looks up at the touch, a flicker of something that might be taken for appreciation hinting in his eyes* Thank you, Terris. I do not require food or drink like a living being, if that is what you are asking. I have a battery that will sustain me for one hundred seventy-three years.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *gives Connor’s arm a light squeeze before sitting back.* Battery? I don’t know what that is, but I assume that means you don’t need anything? No food, no water, nothing else...?

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: That is correct. I require nothing unless I become damaged, then I would be in need of repairs.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: Mn. Then we will need to ensure you never need repairs. *he’s not certain yet, but uas a feeling no one would know how to “repair” Connor.*

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *mild frown* I think that would be advisable. *looks out the cave* It's very quiet here. I can't pick up any signals or transmissions or electrical noise of any kind. Is there some kind of curfew, or is it always this quiet?

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: Electrical noise? *shakes his head* I don’t think you’ll find any of that at all here, since I’m guessing you’re not meaning lightning.

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: No, not lightning. *considers a moment* You said there are humans here. Are they close? I should find them. *maybe he can find someone who can tell him how he got here and how to get back...or t least give him /some/ direction*

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: ...There are, but I doubt they will be too accepting of you. You are clearly different, *taps his right temple to indicated Connor’s LED.* I worry that you heading to town would result in you being attacked and hurt... damaged. *since that is the term Connor used.*

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: ...that may be. They'd have that right. But I still need to check in with someone for instructions.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: ...you require instructions? And they must come from a human?

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: I do. While I have more social and analytical protocols than any other model of android, I am not intended to be completely autonomous. I require a handler. And...yes, from a human. *small headtilt* Who else would it come from?

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: Another race? *like from him? He doesn’t like it, but he will take this poor man in...*