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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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[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...*

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *thinks about that a moment* Until now, I would have said that race would not change the answer. Caucasian, Negro, Pacific Islander, Asian...they're all still human. However...I think you are referring to individuals who aren't human at all. That I cannot answer.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: ...Hmn. We will not worry about that for now. Come morning, when it is safe to travel, I will take you to the law enforcement of the nearest town. Will the head of the guard be of sufficient authority for you to take orders from? *asked as he pours himself a cup of hot water and adds a mix of herbs.*

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: That is not my decision to make. However, if that is all that is immediately available, I believe my programming would require me to at least consult with this person if any such instructions existed.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *nods* Then come moring that is what we will do. For now, I would like to know more about you. You said you are an android, can you explain to me what an android is exactly?

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: An android is a machine designed to accomplish a task. Each model is meant for a different purpose. For example, the AX400 is a female domestic servant - clean house, do laundry, mind any children. The PL700 is a male model version for the same purpose. We serve humans in whatever capacity is required of us. We are garbage collectors and sex toys, police and military soldiers, construction workers and miners, receptionists and entertainers. We do the work that is too menial, too repetitive, or too dangerous for humans to perform.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *heart clenches at all of this, but focuses on what he doesn’t yet understand.* Machine? *if Connor looks around again, he’ll be reminded of his rather primitive surroundings...* And what was your...designed purpose, Connor?

[cyberlifeslastchance]

*This...person lives a very primitive life, but it hasn't yet occurred to him that this might be indicative of the whole country and not just this person living off the grid as a hermit.*
Connor: A machine is a construct of separate parts, each with a different purpose and function, that is used together for the performance of some kind of work. Assuming I am successful in my current mission which is serving as my testing phase, the RK800 'Connor' series will serve law enforcement as a detective. I can investigate crime scenes to offer real-time analysis of unknown substances, scan the location for clues, and reconstruct the likely series of events based on those clues. I can also serve as an interrogator of suspects, a negotiator in hostage situations, and while I am not permitted to make formal arrests, I have permission to capture a suspect for my human partner to detain for questioning.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: And...you are a machine built by humans...? *this is hard to take in. Hard to process, hard to believe, hard to fully grasp... hard to hear...*

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: Correct. All androids in the United States are built by CyberLife. Only two other countries in the world have developed comparable technology and achieved the creation of androids - Russia and China. *small headtilt, studying Terris* Having never seen or heard of androids before, you are having a hard time telling how I am different from a human. That is understandable, as we are designed to integrate as seemlessly as possible. It is why we are required by law to wear distinguishing markers. Perhaps if I show you what I look like without my activated skin, it would help you understand better?

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *straightens a bit.* Yes, perhaps that would help...

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *nods and will remove his jacket, folding it neatly to set aside. He was told to sit, and while it wasn't a human's orders, he has no reason not to obey, so he'll remain sitting, pulling his dress shirt free of his jeans and removing it and his tie. Both get just as carefully folded before he reaches up to touch his temple in the center of the LED ring. With that, his flesh seems to...melt, flowing back and away from his skull, off his chest, up his arms, leaving behind brown eyes gazing out from a completely snow-white face, the seamed surfaces of his head, chest, and arms perfectly smooth and alien.*

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *his one eye widens a bit, and then he shifts around closer for a closer look. He starts to reach to touch Connor’s face, but stops himself.* May I? *he’s sure he already knows the answer, but it’s polite to ask.*

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: Yes, of course. *and because his programming tells him that people don't like being stared at when they are this close, especially by an android when examining it, he shifts his gaze to look straight ahead as Terris explores him*

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *softly touchs Connor’s face, shoulder, and arm.* You are truly amazing, Connor. *sits back.* You will find you are truly unique in this world. *not so sure that’s a good thing.*

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: ... *nods, not sure what to say to that*

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: What will you do if you find that you have no orders to follow here?

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: ... *actually looks a bit troubled at that, gaze sliding away to one side* I...would go into standby, I suppose. I am not permitted to operate completely without a human handler.