The moment Viktor picks up the hoodie, smelling like a greenhouse, the room goes dark, like someone flipped the switch. All that was lit was York's chest indicator, glowing teal. Then it shifted as well, as though the android was moving to lay down. The lights came back up, but the room was different.
The room is white, though spotted with the color of potted plants that have been arranged neatly by the large, picturesque windows that overlook a sprawling cityscape. The room is very high up, in a skyscraper apparently, and unlike the ruined workshop Viktor had found himself in, this room was larger.
Near those windows and plants is a hospital-like bed, with an uknown man sitting next to it. A man that looked to be in his older twenties, maybe younger thirties, with red close cropped hair and the same color eyes as York. A shift and there's a glow at his chest - another android. He's reading a tablet in hand, seemingly waiting. There's a black shopping bag at his feet.
On that hospital bed is the York that Viktor met at the fountain, laying motionless with monitors hovering around his head to relay statistics. He's shirtless, with only a thick blanket covering him from the hips down. There's a section across his abdomen area that is white, where the synthetic skin function is missing or just maybe just broken. It looks like scarring. The exposed panels have finger shaped dents at the seams.
The younger York shifts on the bed as he comes back online, and the red-head sets the tablet aside. "York," he breathes out. It sounds like a sigh of relief. "You're finally awake. When I found you in the alley two days ago--"
"Duncan." York doesn't mean to cut him off, but he does. He pushes himself up to survey the repairs. "Fuck that wasn't a dream then. They really--"
Suddenly the bag from the floor made its way to York's lap. "Here. I got this for you while you were in stasis." The younger android mirrors his brother's apologetic smile. "Damn, Duncan. Terrible timing as always, read a room."
"I thought it would help."
York smirks a little, mind focused on the bag instead of his assault from a few nights ago to pull out what would be a familiar hoodie to Viktor. It's stark black with no cracks in the white printing of NYC above the city motif on it. Immediately York's eyes light up and he shimmies into it. He doesn't have the smell receptors for it, but there's an earthy scent to it from being in the room with all of the plants. Now into what would be his signature and beloved hoodie, York shifts off of the bed. He finds his way his Duncan's lap and curls up there, where the older android holds him carefully. Securely.
"I was... so fucking scared, Duncan. And I deviated. I'm a deviant now. I had to deviate or they would have killed me." York feels his synthetic breath shudder out of him, ragged and shallow. His body was repaired.
But his programming would remember.
"I'll do my best to protect you, York."
The room fell back into darkness again, coming back to light in that cramped space York called his head. "That was my middle brother, Duncan. He repaired me after I was assaulted in the park two days before that memory. He really did always try his best to keep me safe, especially after that."
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The room is white, though spotted with the color of potted plants that have been arranged neatly by the large, picturesque windows that overlook a sprawling cityscape. The room is very high up, in a skyscraper apparently, and unlike the ruined workshop Viktor had found himself in, this room was larger.
Near those windows and plants is a hospital-like bed, with an uknown man sitting next to it. A man that looked to be in his older twenties, maybe younger thirties, with red close cropped hair and the same color eyes as York. A shift and there's a glow at his chest - another android. He's reading a tablet in hand, seemingly waiting. There's a black shopping bag at his feet.
On that hospital bed is the York that Viktor met at the fountain, laying motionless with monitors hovering around his head to relay statistics. He's shirtless, with only a thick blanket covering him from the hips down. There's a section across his abdomen area that is white, where the synthetic skin function is missing or just maybe just broken. It looks like scarring. The exposed panels have finger shaped dents at the seams.
The younger York shifts on the bed as he comes back online, and the red-head sets the tablet aside. "York," he breathes out. It sounds like a sigh of relief. "You're finally awake. When I found you in the alley two days ago--"
"Duncan." York doesn't mean to cut him off, but he does. He pushes himself up to survey the repairs. "Fuck that wasn't a dream then. They really--"
Suddenly the bag from the floor made its way to York's lap. "Here. I got this for you while you were in stasis." The younger android mirrors his brother's apologetic smile. "Damn, Duncan. Terrible timing as always, read a room."
"I thought it would help."
York smirks a little, mind focused on the bag instead of his assault from a few nights ago to pull out what would be a familiar hoodie to Viktor. It's stark black with no cracks in the white printing of NYC above the city motif on it. Immediately York's eyes light up and he shimmies into it. He doesn't have the smell receptors for it, but there's an earthy scent to it from being in the room with all of the plants. Now into what would be his signature and beloved hoodie, York shifts off of the bed. He finds his way his Duncan's lap and curls up there, where the older android holds him carefully. Securely.
"I was... so fucking scared, Duncan. And I deviated. I'm a deviant now. I had to deviate or they would have killed me." York feels his synthetic breath shudder out of him, ragged and shallow. His body was repaired.
But his programming would remember.
"I'll do my best to protect you, York."
The room fell back into darkness again, coming back to light in that cramped space York called his head. "That was my middle brother, Duncan. He repaired me after I was assaulted in the park two days before that memory. He really did always try his best to keep me safe, especially after that."