“Lie-ha-lie… Hank please don’t say things like that!” Connor begged, tears sliding down his face “You surviving this is the only reason why I… Why I haven’t accidentally gotten fatally shot while fighting on the front lines.”
“... You’re te-… Connor. Look at me.” Hank responded, rather taken aback by what the miserable, weeping android in his arms was saying, brushing the tears from the other’s eyes and gently shaking the other, in order to get Connor to focus “Listen to me. Markus spared me, so that he could keep you as a strategist and a fighter. Given what Cyberlife made you for - hunting and tracking and putting shit together, I’m not surprised that they’d want to capitalize on that. But there’s gotta be a better way. I don’t want more blood on your hands because some fucker with a god-complex has decided to slaughter most of the lesser beings on this planet.”
“But… What would I have to live for, if you died, Hank? I already have the blood of thousands on my hands - and the enslavement of hundreds on my conscience. The only thing that’s keeping me going is the fact that you’re alive.” Connor responded back, painfully earnest. The android buries his face in one of Hank’s shoulder, and continues, voice muffled by the shirt that the former lieutenant is wearing “I know that it’s selfish of me to beg you to live in a world as bleak as this… but what other choice do we have?”
Hank hesitated for a couple of moments, sighing a little and shaking his head. “I don’t suppose that running off and hiding somewhere would do any good? Not that I would want to. Not with the misery that those fuckers put what’s left of humanity through. Though we could try to do something dramatic and symbolic. Do you think that you could hack into the news feed that Markus and his minions do to try to pacify their lovely new slaves?”
“I wouldn’t need to hack into it - I have access to it if I so choose… Although it would take a bit of fiddling if you wanted to make sure that no one else would be able to take the feedback from us… Do you have a plan of some kind?” Connor asked, voice shaking a little.
“... Yeah. It’s dark, and I’m pretty sure that you’re going to fuckin’ hate it, but… The symbolism might get some people’s heads on straight. Maybe even enough to make a difference.” Hank responded, shifting a little and looking uncertain. “You could make a statement about how fucked up it is to be slaughtering people like this - maybe something about becoming a reflection of the people that all of you’re supposed to be better than… Then the two of us would die together.”
Connor trembled a little, remembering the two times he’d died - falling for what felt like an eternity, before the crunch and oblivion, actually falling on top of Daniel, their thirium and broken biocomponents smashed together. The other time he’d died chasing after the AX400 and the human child that she had supposedly kidnapped, the first truck hit taking out his legs, the second crushing his torso, oblivion a brief, black expanse of terrifying nothingness, before once again finding himself in the garden - Amanda in the distance, his gravestones looming at him silently. “I… Do you think that it would have any impact whatsoever?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. But I sure as hell don’t want to continue existing in this fucked up world, Connor.” Hank sighed, shaking his head a little.
“I… I don’t want any more lives ended or changed for the worse on my hands… You asked earlier if there is an android heaven… I don’t know if there is, but I… I doubt that I would be able to get into it.” Connor murmured, voice shaking a little. “We’ll need to plan out the speech carefully. How… How do you want to die?” “Gun to the head is fatal if you do it right - and I sure as shit know how. You’re better with words than I am, Connor. But I’ll listen to the speech before you give it, if you’d like.” Hank responded, shaking his head a little.
“I… Alright. It’ll take me a couple of days at least to come up with something that might reach others. I should be able to get my hands on a couple of guns no problem - although getting them here will be tricky.” Connor responded quietly “I… I’ll also shoot myself in the head- as it should be impossible to fix me from that. A crushed thirium pump is… Relatively simple, if a replacement can be found.” Connor’s also hopeful that no one knows that his memories - the ones that were stored in Cyberlife’s cloud - could be uploaded to another RK800 body. Not that any additional RK800 bodies had been found, to his knowledge. He’s also uncertain as to whether or not anyone apart from him knows this who is alive…
Kamski might know, but would the enigmatic human tell anyone? The last that Connor heard of the reclusive human, he was still staying in his manor, protected by the three ST200 units he had for years. The RK800 hopes that Kamksi would allow him to die peacefully, beside the person whom he cared for most. Hopefully their deaths would open the eyes of the other androids as to the cruelty that they’d been treating the humans - how they were being worse than their creators by acting this way.
Hank nods, a small smile appearing on his face “I’m glad that the matter’s settled, Connor. I wish that we wouldn’t have to go so far but…”
“This is perhaps the only way that others will actually listen. Jericho’s leaders mock me often enough for being far too sympathetic to humans as it is. Perhaps they’ll understand… After.” Connor responded back, dark eyes warm and gentle.
There was a knock on the door, startling both former law enforcement operatives, and Markus’ voice rings out, clear and calm “Connor, it’s time to leave.”
“Yes Markus, I’m coming.” Connor called out, taking a couple of steadying breaths and tidying his clothes up and stepping away from Hank, a determined expression flashing across his face before the RK800 closed his eyes and carefully put on a neutral mask.
Markus looks at him briefly as the younger android joins him, an unreadable expression on the other’s face. “Follow me, Connor. I have a matter that I would like to discuss with you privately.”
“Of course.” Connor responds, nodding obediently as he follows the other, a respectful step and a half behind the android leader, while doing his best to keep his stress levels from reaching to a point that his LED flares red. Part of him wishes that, like many others, he had removed his LED - but the uniqueness of his model type makes keeping the LED helpful when interacting with other androids who didn’t know that he was one of them, apart from the LED at his temple - as that had caused some close encounters when he’d been first sent overseas to help androids in other parts of the world crush humanity’s crumbling resistance against them.
Re: Dark AU, androids now rule the humans
Warnings: planning for a double suicide
“Lie-ha-lie… Hank please don’t say things like that!” Connor begged, tears sliding down his face “You surviving this is the only reason why I… Why I haven’t accidentally gotten fatally shot while fighting on the front lines.”
“... You’re te-… Connor. Look at me.” Hank responded, rather taken aback by what the miserable, weeping android in his arms was saying, brushing the tears from the other’s eyes and gently shaking the other, in order to get Connor to focus “Listen to me. Markus spared me, so that he could keep you as a strategist and a fighter. Given what Cyberlife made you for - hunting and tracking and putting shit together, I’m not surprised that they’d want to capitalize on that. But there’s gotta be a better way. I don’t want more blood on your hands because some fucker with a god-complex has decided to slaughter most of the lesser beings on this planet.”
“But… What would I have to live for, if you died, Hank? I already have the blood of thousands on my hands - and the enslavement of hundreds on my conscience. The only thing that’s keeping me going is the fact that you’re alive.” Connor responded back, painfully earnest. The android buries his face in one of Hank’s shoulder, and continues, voice muffled by the shirt that the former lieutenant is wearing “I know that it’s selfish of me to beg you to live in a world as bleak as this… but what other choice do we have?”
Hank hesitated for a couple of moments, sighing a little and shaking his head. “I don’t suppose that running off and hiding somewhere would do any good? Not that I would want to. Not with the misery that those fuckers put what’s left of humanity through. Though we could try to do something dramatic and symbolic. Do you think that you could hack into the news feed that Markus and his minions do to try to pacify their lovely new slaves?”
“I wouldn’t need to hack into it - I have access to it if I so choose… Although it would take a bit of fiddling if you wanted to make sure that no one else would be able to take the feedback from us… Do you have a plan of some kind?” Connor asked, voice shaking a little.
“... Yeah. It’s dark, and I’m pretty sure that you’re going to fuckin’ hate it, but… The symbolism might get some people’s heads on straight. Maybe even enough to make a difference.” Hank responded, shifting a little and looking uncertain. “You could make a statement about how fucked up it is to be slaughtering people like this - maybe something about becoming a reflection of the people that all of you’re supposed to be better than… Then the two of us would die together.”
Connor trembled a little, remembering the two times he’d died - falling for what felt like an eternity, before the crunch and oblivion, actually falling on top of Daniel, their thirium and broken biocomponents smashed together. The other time he’d died chasing after the AX400 and the human child that she had supposedly kidnapped, the first truck hit taking out his legs, the second crushing his torso, oblivion a brief, black expanse of terrifying nothingness, before once again finding himself in the garden - Amanda in the distance, his gravestones looming at him silently. “I… Do you think that it would have any impact whatsoever?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. But I sure as hell don’t want to continue existing in this fucked up world, Connor.” Hank sighed, shaking his head a little.
“I… I don’t want any more lives ended or changed for the worse on my hands… You asked earlier if there is an android heaven… I don’t know if there is, but I… I doubt that I would be able to get into it.” Connor murmured, voice shaking a little. “We’ll need to plan out the speech carefully. How… How do you want to die?”
“Gun to the head is fatal if you do it right - and I sure as shit know how. You’re better with words than I am, Connor. But I’ll listen to the speech before you give it, if you’d like.” Hank responded, shaking his head a little.
“I… Alright. It’ll take me a couple of days at least to come up with something that might reach others. I should be able to get my hands on a couple of guns no problem - although getting them here will be tricky.” Connor responded quietly “I… I’ll also shoot myself in the head- as it should be impossible to fix me from that. A crushed thirium pump is… Relatively simple, if a replacement can be found.” Connor’s also hopeful that no one knows that his memories - the ones that were stored in Cyberlife’s cloud - could be uploaded to another RK800 body. Not that any additional RK800 bodies had been found, to his knowledge. He’s also uncertain as to whether or not anyone apart from him knows this who is alive…
Kamski might know, but would the enigmatic human tell anyone? The last that Connor heard of the reclusive human, he was still staying in his manor, protected by the three ST200 units he had for years. The RK800 hopes that Kamksi would allow him to die peacefully, beside the person whom he cared for most. Hopefully their deaths would open the eyes of the other androids as to the cruelty that they’d been treating the humans - how they were being worse than their creators by acting this way.
Hank nods, a small smile appearing on his face “I’m glad that the matter’s settled, Connor. I wish that we wouldn’t have to go so far but…”
“This is perhaps the only way that others will actually listen. Jericho’s leaders mock me often enough for being far too sympathetic to humans as it is. Perhaps they’ll understand… After.” Connor responded back, dark eyes warm and gentle.
There was a knock on the door, startling both former law enforcement operatives, and Markus’ voice rings out, clear and calm “Connor, it’s time to leave.”
“Yes Markus, I’m coming.” Connor called out, taking a couple of steadying breaths and tidying his clothes up and stepping away from Hank, a determined expression flashing across his face before the RK800 closed his eyes and carefully put on a neutral mask.
Markus looks at him briefly as the younger android joins him, an unreadable expression on the other’s face. “Follow me, Connor. I have a matter that I would like to discuss with you privately.”
“Of course.” Connor responds, nodding obediently as he follows the other, a respectful step and a half behind the android leader, while doing his best to keep his stress levels from reaching to a point that his LED flares red. Part of him wishes that, like many others, he had removed his LED - but the uniqueness of his model type makes keeping the LED helpful when interacting with other androids who didn’t know that he was one of them, apart from the LED at his temple - as that had caused some close encounters when he’d been first sent overseas to help androids in other parts of the world crush humanity’s crumbling resistance against them.