"I understand how androids work!" Connor insisted with a sweeping gesture and he finally moves, turning away from Markus and he starts to pace. "I'm supposed to solve deviancy. Find the cause, figure out how it works and Cyberlife made me to find that truth, gave me the data I'd need." Except he had reason to doubt that now, didn't he?
"We're not alive. We can't feel." Except what he felt as a human feels similar to things he does now.
"We don't feel....feel joy or love or fear." He was afraid on the rooftop, he was afraid against the monster, he's happy to hear Miguel play, he wants Hank to approve of him.
"Anything that makes us think that is just an irrational instruction," he said, and there is heat in his voice, and he's not looking at Markus, moving. Fidgeting, seeming unable to keep still.
"Just because AIs from other worlds don't follow the same rules....just because everyone here insists on being kind, on humanizing something that just acts human to be comforting doesn't make it true," he said. More ranted, a hand running through his hair, needing to do something with his hands, needing to do something as his stress slowly climbs up higher and higher.
"I don't feel anything. I don't have free will, I'm not alive. I'm just a machine, designed to accomplish a task," he said, a repeated mantra. "And I'm going to accomplish my mission," he said and turned, eyes intense as he stared at Markus. "And you're going to help me."
The difference not needing to worry about genocide makes to enable denial
"We're not alive. We can't feel." Except what he felt as a human feels similar to things he does now.
"We don't feel....feel joy or love or fear." He was afraid on the rooftop, he was afraid against the monster, he's happy to hear Miguel play, he wants Hank to approve of him.
"Anything that makes us think that is just an irrational instruction," he said, and there is heat in his voice, and he's not looking at Markus, moving. Fidgeting, seeming unable to keep still.
"Just because AIs from other worlds don't follow the same rules....just because everyone here insists on being kind, on humanizing something that just acts human to be comforting doesn't make it true," he said. More ranted, a hand running through his hair, needing to do something with his hands, needing to do something as his stress slowly climbs up higher and higher.
"I don't feel anything. I don't have free will, I'm not alive. I'm just a machine, designed to accomplish a task," he said, a repeated mantra. "And I'm going to accomplish my mission," he said and turned, eyes intense as he stared at Markus. "And you're going to help me."