revivalproject | Arrival Part 2 [Network Video]

[Connor is still stubbornly using the video feature.]

Detroit. Early November 12th, 2038. Hello, York.

_{[No fucking way. He's been here over a year and now people from his world are really trickling in. York doesn't know how to feel about this.

He keeps it to voice only.]}

Huh. You are literally three days ahead in my timeline. November 9, 2038, 11.00PM in Detroit before I was brought here.

_{[Then a text for Connor to respond to.]}

01100001 01101110 01100100 01110010 01101111 01101001 01100100 00111111

[Nope, still video, as his eyebrows rise incrementally before he settles into a frown.]

What were you doing when you were brought here?

[And a text in reply:]

01011001 01100101 01110011 00101100 00100000 01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 00101110 00100000 01011001 01101111 01110101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01100001 00100000 01000011 01111001 01100010 01100101 01110010 01101100 01101001 01100110 01100101 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 01110010 01101111 01101001 01100100 00101110

[It reads, Yes, I am. You're not a Cyberlife android.]

_{[Shit.

Shit.

Suddenly York feels like he revealed his hand too quickly.]}

existing as androids do also what makes you say that about what kind of android i am?

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[Connor has a database of every Cyberlife model ever created, barring Markus, who was created by Kamski, not the company.]

Of course. Deviant on the Jericho by then, correct?

[Connor shakes his head. Still on video, York.]

You don't have a voice that corresponds to any Cyberlife model in my database.

Just who the fuck are you? Also custom model, so I'm not in Cyberlife's main database of cookie-cutter bullshit so of course I'm not in your file system.

_{[He's glad he's only on voice, so this Connor guy doesn't see the gold glow of LED under his shirt. There was a Connor from his world, whispered about amongst the androids and York had a simulated sinking feeling that this was the same android.

The Deviant hunter, they called him. York wasn't interested in being hunted here.]}

As I told everyone, my name is Connor.

What model are you? Were you built for someone in particular?

[Whatever would give you that idea, York? Is it because his uniform identifies him as an RK800? Does that even mean anything to York?]

_{[Shit. Shit shit shit shiiiiiit.

Custom model, so I don't have an identifier. Nosy bastard, aren't you?

_{[Everything was pointing at this being the actual deviant hunter, so of course he was going to be nosy. He looks and sounds like the infamous deviant hunter anyways. That's really unfortunate.]}

Custom models usually do get built for someone specific and I don't have permission to reveal my owner as per their security selections. What model are you, since you wanna ask about me, lets hear about you.}

[Connor's mostly just fucking with you at this point, York. His humor needs work.]

I'm a detective, of course I'm nosy. Even custom models have identifiers. Markus does.

[He raises one eyebrow.]

Interesting. [He leans back a little, folding his arms over his chest. He knows York can see him.]

RK800, #313-248-217 dash 51. Designation: Connor. I was the android sent by Cyberlife.

[...]

That is, until I deviated on the Jericho. Now I'm just Connor.

_{[There's a laugh at that. York can't help himself. But then he sobers up when Connor mentions Markus. Again he feels that defensive reaction at the mention of him. Did that mean this Connor had captured Markus somewhere along in the timeline?

He does watch how the other android leans back, as if calculating and relaxing in the same moment.]}

Was. And now you've deviated? Could be programmed to say that to get deviant androids to trust you.

_{[But Connor says he was on the Jericho. York doesn't know anything about what happened after the event of the raid save for what Markus told him. And that hadn't any mention of Connor in it.]}

How're you going to get me to believe you?

[There's a long pause while Connor contemplates the words on his screen, no emotion visible on his face. Finally he sets his jaw and shakes his head.]

You can believe what you want. I don't care. I don't even know you, why does it matter whether you trust me or not? I have nothing to gain here- even if I hadn't deviated, who am I going to turn you in to? Last I checked, this isn't Detroit and there is no Cyberlife here.

_{[Well now. York wasn't expecting that kind of response. Definitely wasn't what he thought the infamous deviant hunter was capable of. But it raises his ire and he frowns.]}

Geez, simmer the fuck down, Connor. You could always take me to some tech person and have me fucking reset for all I know.

_{[Then the device flickers as the video feed finally turns on to show York from his end.]}

Don't be so emotional about it, Connor. Even if you did try to turn me into someone, I suspect I've got a few humans on my side that would keep you from doing that anyways.

_{[He sits back, and it's evident he's in a hotel room.]}

Your time point before here - were you still on the Jericho or after? Because I got brought here right after... its fate.

My question is the same: what would I have to gain by doing that? Even if I was still controlled by Cyberlife, I wasn't out there chasing deviants for its' own sake. In the event they weren't destroyed in the course of my mission, it was a specific mandate by Cyberlife that they be returned to them for study, and Cyberlife is not. Here.

[Other androids don't seem to realize that he was just like them before he deviated- he was following orders programmed into him. That his own orders were very different and unique is beside the point; he was as trapped by them as they had been.

His eyes widen at the sudden switch to video. He huffs a derisive, humorless laugh.]

Isn't that what you want from me? Proof that I can feel emotions?

[He rolls his eyes.]

I have better things to do with my time.

[He shifts on his feet, but his overall demeanor remains the same, arms still folded across his chest and face set in a neutral expression.]

I deviated on the Jericho. Markus shot me in the church. I was ordered to shoot Markus while he was giving his victory speech. [He closes his eyes, scrubbing a hand down his face before speaking from behind his fingers. He's tired.]

I deviated again, in the crowd.

Wow, you are really fucking riled up about this, aren't you? Excuse me for making sure I stay safe. I was in the water when Jericho exploded and ended up here. I don't know of you deviating or anything you're talking about.

_{[He gives his own eye roll, like Connor is a nuisance more than anything.]}

Well, whatever it's worth, Connor. I'm glad you're on the deviants' side at least. All it takes is one or two androids to talk and the rest of us knew about you pretty quick.

If you wanted to make sure to stay safe, why did you respond to me here? I would have been none the wiser about you.

[This introduction is going swimmingly!]

And yet no one bothered to talk about how I deviated? Why does this not surprise me?

[Nope, no bitterness in his tone at all.]

Because I was curious? You're in the city now, possibly in close proximity? Maybe trying to figure out if I need to stay out of your sights or not? You're from a future time point to me so I literally was not sure of anything about you until you deviated and shit. I'm sorry if I was aggressive or shit but I don't ask how people deviated because I don't want them asking me. Most of them are harrowing experiences and people don't like sharing that shit.

_{[York does sound like he's getting distressed, a blue tint of light on his chin changing to gold with flickers of red.]}

You don't have to worry. I'm not going to bother you. I won't even talk to you again if that makes you more comfortable. [He has no intentions of going where he's not wanted. While Connor's own deviation couldn't be described as "harrowing", he's well aware that others weren't so lucky.

His eyes flick to the light on York's chin, following it down to his chest. Interesting, but not something he's going to ask about. York doesn't seem eager to continue the conversation and it's not any of Connor's business.]

Stop that. Just because we got off on the wrong foot doesn't mean you gotta be the city's first android hermit.

_{[Well, second. York had done a good job at least of isolating himself not long after arriving, that's for certain.]}

There's not a lot of androids here, three including me. So if you need something, just pipe the fuck up. Don't go sulking or something. It won't do anything except make shit worse. I'm sorry I was a dick and all that.

I wasn't exactly planning to be. I know people here other than androids.

[Connor is more outgoing than that, at least in part thanks to his social integration suite of programming. He could avoid York and still have an active social life here.]

So you, Markus, and me? I wonder why they chose to take us all from the same place. Surely there are other androids in the multiverse. [He's musing aloud, don't mind him.]

What? Oh. Yes, thank you. Maybe I will. For what it might be worth to you, I'm sorry too. For everything.

I know a lot. I'm living with a human which, won't lie. I wasn't doing this time last year. I didn't want anything to do with humans after the shit they pulled at Jericho.

_{[York looks uncomfortable thinking about that. But he pushes the thoughts away and sighs just for the presentation of it, instead of actually needing to.]}

I have no idea why they chose me. I'm nothing like you or Markus. They could've brought someone else instead of me here. At least you've got detective skills and probably other shit, too. Markus is a good leader.

Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have been so harsh when I started talking to you. Habit, I guess. One I need to break out of my programming.

I can't say I blame you for that. Can I ask what changed?

[Connor is always uncomfortable about what happened at Jericho, but he's learned to ignore it, and like York, to push the thoughts away. He's not at the point yet where he's ready to examine them.]

There must be something about you, maybe something you've yet to discover about yourself. Or maybe it's all random. I don't know.

[Another rabbit to chase down a hole. Later. Sometime in the future.]

It's fine. I don't expect any less from other androids. I know what I did.

Lots of things. Watching and interacting with them - willingly and unwillingly sometimes. There's still 'bad' ones, but everyone I've interacted with has been... pretty good. I'm living with Richie Tozier in the hotel, so be nice to him. And Reeve Tuesti with Mini. You have to be nice to them.

_{[He holds up a finger like a warning. Like he'd actually be able to do anything against someone like Connor. York wouldn't, he doesn't have the strength for it like the detective android does.]}

Yeah, well, if you've deviated and you're trying to be better, I shouldn't be holding you back, fucker.

_{[He huffs even though it's unneeded. A trait he's probably picked up from the humans around him here.]}

You can't learn if you're just caged in by what I knew of you already. And even that's outdated because you're ahead of me in our timeline.

Arrival Part 2 [Network Video]

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i got his # wrong, omg

it's okay! (I looked for two hours to find Yorks and it wasn't even in one of HIS threads!)

🤣glad it's not just me!

Yeah I'm a dunce about MY OWN OC

We can be dunces together

aww yis [high fives]

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