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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: *flinches, LED flickering yellow for an instant as his skin wavers and crawls across his surfaces, but he manages not to pull back from her*

[socrowdedinhere]

Sirrah: Mmm. I have good news for you and bad news. The bad news is that I have not been to that edge of the universes in a long time. *yes, plural. UniverseS* The good news is I can at least repair you should you be damaged while you are here.

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: ...universes? *nods* Thank you, Sirrah. I have been instructed to keep myself in one piece as much as possible.

[socrowdedinhere]

Sirrah: Yes. There are many. You are from a different universe than yhe one we are currently located in. The hard part if done, I know which universe you are from, finding your planet within that universe, however, will take time. As little as a year as measured by this planet, and as much as seven.

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: ...I see. *with him having been lost, another Connor will be sent to replace him. The case will continue. But where will things be a year from now? Seven years from now? Will he be obsolete? Will he be decommissioned upon return? He.../has/ to return. He has no choice. No matter what is done to him once he does. Assuming he's ever even able to. No point thinking about it now.* Thank you, Sirrah.

[socrowdedinhere]

Sirrah: *...He worries, but is still trapped by his programming... he’s already so close...*
Terris: Thank you, Sirah, for all you’ll do for him.
Sirrah: My pleasure. *Terris reaches for her and she gladly pushes her head into his hand for some love.*

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *faint grin - won't reach for her himself, but will watch them interact*

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *that smile...faint, but there...* With that settled, we’ll need to get you clothing to blend in better.

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *has been sitting with his hands folded in his lap, but he looks down at himself at that, softly rubbing his hands over his jeans, brushes a hand down his chest, and...and reaches up to pull off his tie with the same uncertain reluctance that he removed his jacket*

[socrowdedinhere]

Sirrah: You hesitate. Why?
Terris: *softly* Where he came from he is required to identify himself as an android. By changing clothes he removes most of those identifiers. However, his creators are not here, and if he is to get back them, he must first blend in here.
Sirrah: ...so you must prioritize your orders? *is that it?*

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *unbuttoning his shirt - if someone doesn't stop him, he'll strip right here to get himself out of his anachronistic clothing* Correct. It is forbidden by law for an android to pass itself off as a human in any capacity. We /must/ display clear markers at all times when in public. However, I am currently in an envrironment where doing so will get me deactivated on sight. I am a prototype, the most advanced model CyberLife has yet produced. There are other units of my model, in case this body is destroyed, but each unit is worth a small fortune. Plus, I am unable to upload my memories from here, so all data since my previous upload would be lost. Therefore, it is in CyberLife's best interest that I blend in /this/ location despite the general orders not to.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *gently catches Connor’s wrist.* Just wait a moment. We need to find you new clothes before you can change.
Sanrin: I’ll have one of our tailors come see him. A cobbler too. *he stands.* It has been a pleasure meeting you, Connor.

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *faint headtilt at being stopped, but he obeys easily. He'd gotten his dress shirt unbuttoned down his belt and had started to pull the tails loose from his jeans, so when he stands when Sanrin does, anyone paying attention may note...he has no navel.* It's been an honor, Mr. Sanrin. Thank you for your time and assistance.

[socrowdedinhere]

Sanrin: *he does notice. It’s just one more thing that just really throws him off. Still he puts on a small, but genuine smile, and offers his hand.* I wish you the best, Connor. Truly. If you are ever in need, please don’t hesitate to come to me. I’ll always do whatever I can to help.

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *easily takes the hand - his is soft and supple, but the structures underneath still are somehow not /quite/ right* Thank you, Mr. Sanrin. I very much appreciate it.

[socrowdedinhere]

Sanrin: *will go to fetch people who can make some clothes and shoes for this giant of a...man? Android...*
Sirrah: *she slips off the table and into Connor’s lap, purring and rubbing against his belly before settling in a curl. Her form fades a bit, but still has substabce if Connor venture to touch her.*

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *blinks and looks down at her, then will gingerly put a hand on her, not really sure what to make of her - looks up at Terris, finally able to fall back into familiar protocols and programming* So...it seems we're partners now?

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *smiles* Yes. We’re partners now. *can tell this is something easy for Connor to accept, to relate to.*

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *that draws probably the first real, genuine smile from him that Terris has seen* For the next month, at least. We should get to know each other better so we can work together more efficiently.

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *smiles* We should. I asked many questions of you last night. Do you have any for me?

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *he pauses a moment - there are so many, which ones does he choose? Some of the most immediate: Sanrin, Amin, J'har...Drawings.* In the city at large and in this fortification, I've seen a number of animal people. You told me last night that you are a "wolf-type." Is that what you meant? There are rabbit-types and bear-types and various bird-types, but they are all types of amin?

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *nods* That’s right. Amin come in many types as you’ve seen.

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *nods, filing that information away, moving to the next choice* I've noticed a number of people that are not amin and do not seem to be human, as they have much longer ear structures, more slanted eyes, and hair in a range of shades of blue. Are those the j'har that you mentioned last night?

[socrowdedinhere]

Terris: *nods* J’har will always have longer ears and blue hair. ...they are also never considered free, always slaves.

[cyberlifeslastchance]

Connor: *small frown, bothered by that though he doesn’t recognize it as such* Why?