[It's strange, how one situation reminding Connor so strongly of another that it can feel the associated emotions from the previous situation. Anger, crawling up its throat. Behind its back, Connor's hands tighten into fists. Its coin is in its pocket; it can't fidget to release the excess tension. It's incredible how little humans want to be saved. It's incredible how much of an obstacle they've been. Consistently.
It's fine. You're a machine. You're disciplined. You're better than all of them.
Connor has a shit poker face, sometimes. It breathes in, lets the air out in a frustrated sigh. This is why they deviate. They deviate because they're tired of fucking holding all of this in. Don't move. Be good.
You're better than deviants, too.]
I'm afraid I don't understand the question. That is an LED indicator. It is one of my biocomponents.
[Deliberately obtuse, but also deliberately condescending.]
no subject
It's fine. You're a machine. You're disciplined. You're better than all of them.
Connor has a shit poker face, sometimes. It breathes in, lets the air out in a frustrated sigh. This is why they deviate. They deviate because they're tired of fucking holding all of this in. Don't move. Be good.
You're better than deviants, too.]
I'm afraid I don't understand the question. That is an LED indicator. It is one of my biocomponents.
[Deliberately obtuse, but also deliberately condescending.]