revivalproject | Arrival Part 2 [Network Video]

_{[He feels like he recognizes that face, but he's not sure. So he uses the text feature to communicate for now.]}

hey. i'm york where'd they pull you from then?

[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?

Edited (forgot some html...whoops) 2023-07-25 00:24 (UTC)

[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.

[Sorry Connor, you've really got to deal with a video of a cat talking to you. This is totally normal.]

'Allo Connor. Ah'm Mini. Ya gonna tell us a wee bit more about yahself?

[Sorry, he's just a little cat with a scottish accent that is really playing it up at the moment.]

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.]}

Hello, Connor.

[Talking cats are something of a theme, here]

Sounds like York is sorting you out, right? It's almost more androids than cats, these days. How're you settling in?

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?]

[He's met Pikachu already; maybe this won't be so strange.

Nope, still strange.]

You're a cat. And you're talking. Do all manner of creatures here talk?

[The accent really is the cream on top of the milk, so to speak.]

[So it would seem.]

Hello, second talking cat. Is this going to be a thing?

[He's not trying to be rude, he's mainly startled by the talking cats, plural.]

I guess he is? ...I'm not sure. I feel like I'm having to constantly look over my shoulder and I never know what's coming next.

[Karma, maybe, for his deeds in Detroit.]

All cats can talk. It's a thing.

[This is said in a resigned sort of a spirit. It's always the same damn greeting.]

Well, the Agrii did bring you here, so... That's not totally unwarranted. I'm Quintet, by the way.

Ah'm less of a kitteh than Quintet is. But nae true that all creatures talk. Ah'm hardly quite fully a real cat.

Oh? Then what are you more of, if you're less of a cat?

Is it now? What about dogs? Do they talk too?

[Sorry for being common like that, Quintet, but you're a talking cat! It's understandable that people will react that way, isn't it?]

Nice to meet you, Quintet. Yeah, I guess I shouldn't be surprised about it. How long have you been here?

Oh geez. Seasons.

—And, yeah. Dogs can talk. Pretty much everything can talk. We're all people, like you.

It's only recently that I've been considered a person, but I'll keep that in mind about talking anim- people. I've never heard my partner's dog talk.

I take it seasons is a long time?

Well, sure. I'm— well, more or less twenty-five seasons old? Not exactly middle-age, but pretty old.

[How does that work out in the Hominid calendar everyone seems to rely on? She could never make it make sense in her head. How many days in a week? Three sleeps is four— no two... ugh, nevermind.]

He probably doesn't speak the common language. Most of us learn one of the base lingua and common together, but if your dog friend lives in the Hominid Society, then he isn't part of our own Society, and... They'd probably just know Canid. I'm pretty good at Canid, my best friend was a dog, once upon a time...

But you know, you don't speak common either. There's something about this place that makes everything translate. It's freaky.

If seasons work like they do where I'm from that means you're around six years old, more or less. That works out, if the average lifespan of a typical feline is, say, what? Thirteen years or so?

[So she's been here for what must seem like a long while in her way of reckoning time. She's probably not wrong.]

I speak English by default, but I can speak a variety of other languages as well, including some coding languages. Can Sumo- my dog friend -understand me when I speak to him? Or if he were to somehow be brought here, would I understand him?

I don't know your friend, but if he's reasonably smart then he probably knows at least a couple of words in whatever language you people use most around him. Probably can't speak it, though.

...I...don't know. That'd be interesting to find out. If you did, I could translate at least...

Do you always ask a lot of questions?

I don't know him well enough to know how smart he is, I'm afraid, but I'm sure he knows at least as much as his name and some other positively-associated words.

I'd love to be able to have a real conversation with him. I want to know what he knows about certain things.

Oh. Uhm. Sorry, yeah, I guess I do. I'm a detective, it's my thing.

A detective? Like, an officer of the rationale— [No wait, what was the word] ...a policing person?

Yes, like that. ...Why?

.......

[She wonders if her supervisor would object to this. Honestly, she hasn't exactly comported herself as befit a proper officer of the Rationale. But still. She had gotten the job. It wasn't as if it were a lie.]

...Me too. For my Society, I mean. Or, I was. They probably think I abandoned my post, or died somehow.

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