(001.01) Connor "woke" suddenly and silently, opening his eyes to the dark, cramped closet. His sensors immediately fed him information about the unexpected environment he found himself in - the ambient temperature, the dimensions of the space, and the vital signs of the person sharing the small space with him. What seemed very off were his internal clock and GPS systems.
"Please, remain calm," He said slowly and evenly like it was a prerecording, "My name is Connor. I'm sure we will be out of here in no time."
(002) An android in shock is probably a very bad sign, but as Connor approaches the massive observation deck windows, he is most definitely in shock. The small, circular light on the right side of his temple spun yellow as his eyes darted over the multitude of stars. Inwardly, his processor was matching what he was seeing against known star charts at an incredible speed. That none were matching up was becoming increasingly worrying, especially in combination with his malfunctioning GPS.
He stepped closer to the glass, raising one hand to press his palm against it. He's close enough that his breath, if he had any, might have fogged the glass, his hand should leave prints, but neither happens.
(003) Sure, everyone here was technically out of place but, at the bar, Connor actually looked it.
He wasn't going to order anything, but he wanted to speak to a few of his fellow shipmates, if that's what they were considering each other. So, instead of ordering a drink and keeping his head down, he'd found a seat at the bar and, after a short and fruitless conversation with the bartender, now continually scanned the room, looking hopeful that someone would come talk to him.
Anyone who sat close enough would get a friendly, "My name is Connor. What's yours?"
Connor | Detroit: Become Human {Potential Spoilers!!!}
Connor "woke" suddenly and silently, opening his eyes to the dark, cramped closet. His sensors immediately fed him information about the unexpected environment he found himself in - the ambient temperature, the dimensions of the space, and the vital signs of the person sharing the small space with him. What seemed very off were his internal clock and GPS systems.
"Please, remain calm," He said slowly and evenly like it was a prerecording, "My name is Connor. I'm sure we will be out of here in no time."
(002)
An android in shock is probably a very bad sign, but as Connor approaches the massive observation deck windows, he is most definitely in shock. The small, circular light on the right side of his temple spun yellow as his eyes darted over the multitude of stars. Inwardly, his processor was matching what he was seeing against known star charts at an incredible speed. That none were matching up was becoming increasingly worrying, especially in combination with his malfunctioning GPS.
He stepped closer to the glass, raising one hand to press his palm against it. He's close enough that his breath, if he had any, might have fogged the glass, his hand should leave prints, but neither happens.
(003)
Sure, everyone here was technically out of place but, at the bar, Connor actually looked it.
He wasn't going to order anything, but he wanted to speak to a few of his fellow shipmates, if that's what they were considering each other. So, instead of ordering a drink and keeping his head down, he'd found a seat at the bar and, after a short and fruitless conversation with the bartender, now continually scanned the room, looking hopeful that someone would come talk to him.
Anyone who sat close enough would get a friendly, "My name is Connor. What's yours?"
(006)
[wildcard me!]