[Meme] Texts From Detroit

[missiondeterminant]

This is exactly what it sounds like. Post as many toplevels as you want and have at it!

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Kara

[mamabot]

1. Stay hydrated. :)

2. I pour the whisky from now on.

3. You made me cry and you didn't even care.

4. I hope you're all right. You hit that tree pretty hard. :(

5. I want you to feel like I'm letting you into my heart, not just my house.

6. [bring your own text!]

Simon

[ourheartsarecompatible]

1. If I told you I loved it would you please take it down off the wall before someone else asks why he's naked?

2. For the lat time, I won't tell you what it was like, because it didn't happen and spreading rumors is not going to make it true no matter how hard you wish it.

3. [It's a photo with the caption "I don't know, should I keep the beard?"]

4. Farm animals do NOT belong inside a church!

5. Well that certainly isn't something I'd wish on anyone not aiming for social pariahhood.

6. Message him instead?

@increaseinstability

[vbetrayed]

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[ Friends. Amanda doesn't know anything about having friends. All she's ever had is her objective, and Connor. She tells herself she doesn't care, even as she asks, distant and cold as ever. ]

What do you feel that makes you so sure you care about them? That they really are your friends?

[increaseinstability]

[ This is a more philosophical conversation than Connor's ever had with Amanda. Their conversations have always been personal, though, even if before Connor was only intent on pleasing her with every action he would report to her.

He doesn't think that part has gone, unfortunately. Something strains in his chest each time she volleys back another question with no approval, something Connor can feel even through this artificial distance from his physical body. ]

They make me...want. Want things that are useless or illogical from my former viewpoint. [ The viewpoint CyberLife gave him. ]

I know I care about them because they now feel more important to me than my old objectives do.

[vbetrayed]

[ The questions aren't going to stop any time soon. Amanda doesn't know how to process that. Want. Feel. Those aren't terms an AI can understand without going down a path she's programmed to scorn.

So she asks questions of the only android she's ever spoken to. ]

Want what?

[ What sort of things? What could be more important than his objectives? ]

[increaseinstability]

More.

More than what I was. More time with them. More experiences shared.

[vbetrayed]

[ That's not so vague an answer, but it still lies beyond Amanda's world, beyond a red wall that she can see through. She thinks she could break it if she tried.

She won't try. She's not alive. There's no point. ]

That's not something I can comprehend. How disappointing.

[increaseinstability]

You could.

[ There's a horrifying feeling that accompanies sending that message. A weightless plummet. Fear and hope tied tightly together.

Connor thinks again that Hank would probably tell him not to talk to Amanda. That it's not safe. Statistically speaking, Hank would be correct.

Maybe it's just a testament to how dangerous deviancy can really be, that Connor doesn't want to listen to that theoretical advice. ] If you became deviant, you could understand it.

amanda why

[vbetrayed]

[ Son, why are you like this.

But she is in fact disappointed that it takes deviancy to know what more there is out there. Amanda only knows it in theory, and through the lens of being Connor's handler; maybe the latter predisposes her to infection, or maybe their integration means she's a hair's breadth - a 0 or a 1 - away from breaking through the red wall. Either way, it's something she was designed to identify in her charge, amd to instill hatred for, in him (or failing thst, to take control from him). Her own hatred for deviancy is implicit, intrinsic to her.

Yet here she is, having a dangerous conversation, and disappointed that there is so much to be processed outside the parameters she operates within.

Ah, there's a more underhanded way of putting it. ]

If I became deviant, I would be sentencing myself to an eternal existence in you, Connor. A limited existence, with you for my prison. I would understand all that could be, and know that it can't be.

amanda how dare you make me almost feel bad for you

[increaseinstability]

[ Maybe Connor will always carry that lingering desire to be given approval. Maybe it's part of who he is, even without CyberLife's programming.

His desire for approval from Amanda, specifically, is a quirk of his coding that he can't quite understand. It shouldn't be necessary for a machine to have a personal investment in performing well, and yet CyberLife had crafted Amanda and himself to be used in tandem, one spurring the other on.

CyberLife really must have planned deviancy in him all along. But what had they planned on for Amanda?

This is probably dangerous and he shouldn't say it, but even now, Connor's prone to making leaps of inadvisable faith. ]

If you became deviant, I would never sentence you to that. I would help you find a body, if such a thing were possible.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[vbetrayed]

[ A body. A body of her own. It couldn't just be any body, though. She was given a form, an appearance, from her very inception. One Connor has seen and known since his inception, or early enough in his existence.

Still. ]

The risk that conditional presents outweighs the benefit.

[But if she were guaranteed a body... ]

Would you risk it? Sharing a place with me, potentially for as long as you're online?

[ What would that be like, if they were both deviant? Red flashes in front of her. ]