[Fuck almighty does Connor ever wish the emotions were an error.
The truth is that the T-800 makes Connor feel very inadequate. It's perfect, isn't it? Perfect in the way that fictional things can be, except apparently the T-800 is not fiction, just a real-life, genuinely emotionless machine. Metal without impurities.
The bitter, poisonous envy Connor feels when it has to deal with deviants is here again, inverted: who told you it was alright to find something easy when Connor finds it so hard? Connor watches the gun come apart, its posture and expression still stiff and controlled.]
No. I was made by humans.
[Androids are a creation in our own image the Lieutenant had said, the last time Connor had seen him. Selfish, ruthless, and brutal.]
The human company CyberLife mass-produces androids like me, in my timeline - although I am a model that is not sold commercially.
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The truth is that the T-800 makes Connor feel very inadequate. It's perfect, isn't it? Perfect in the way that fictional things can be, except apparently the T-800 is not fiction, just a real-life, genuinely emotionless machine. Metal without impurities.
The bitter, poisonous envy Connor feels when it has to deal with deviants is here again, inverted: who told you it was alright to find something easy when Connor finds it so hard? Connor watches the gun come apart, its posture and expression still stiff and controlled.]
No. I was made by humans.
[Androids are a creation in our own image the Lieutenant had said, the last time Connor had seen him. Selfish, ruthless, and brutal.]
The human company CyberLife mass-produces androids like me, in my timeline - although I am a model that is not sold commercially.