TEST DRIVE #002

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TEST DRIVE #002

( 0 0 1 ) » WAKE UP

Were you asleep or were you unconscious? It doesn't matter: when you come to, there's an odd taste in your mouth and there's a low-level mechanical hum in the air. Your head hurts and you feel nauseous. You aren't anywhere you know: everything around you is metal, from the floor you lie on all the way to the ceiling. You are dressed in a jumpsuit you definitely weren't wearing before.

"We tried to save the world. I think— I think we did the opposite."

The message repeats on a loop. If you look for its source, you find a comms device on the floor next to you. The logo on its wallpaper says REVERIE TERMINAL. Upon closer inspection, you find the same logo on your jumpsuit.

Welcome to your new home. What choice do you have but to explore your surroundings?

( 0 0 1 . 1 ) » WAKE UP WHERE?

When you wake up, you find that you're not alone. But more importantly, you find that you're in a closet. An empty closet, bar you and your new companion. It's small, cramped, and there is no door that you can see. The ceiling is low, there is barely any lights, only some coming from the tiny flashlight clipped to your suit's shoulder. You cannot be sure that there is any air coming in to the room.

Are these grooves in the wall supposed to mean something?

( 0 0 2 ) » OBSERVATION DECK

There were no windows in the corridor you woke up in and no windows in any of the crew quarters you might have checked for occupants — but there are plenty of windows on the uppermost level of the station, deck 1. In fact, there are windows from floor to ceiling all along the circumference of the station's circular deck, and it's possible to walk along it all. What it shows is a strange solar system you've never seen before and a planet that might resemble one you know, but certainly isn't the same.

You're in space. You don't know where you are. Neither does anyone else.

( 0 0 3 ) » BAR

On deck 3, you find the bar. Tucked away from the crew quarters, it's dimly lit, there are bar stools thrown down on the floor and what looks like some very old drink spills, crusty and dark against the bar top. But there is alcohol here, or at least, what you think is alcohol, in bottles with faded labels, most of them indecipherable. Take a drink, get drunk, start a fight, or start a party? You're stuck on this station, might as well make the most of it, right?

( 0 0 4 ) » SPACEQUAKES

One second, you are is walking. Magnetic boots are on, the ground feels solid enough, for a metal deck in a space station. Everything is perfectly fine, or at least as fine as it can be, given that you still don't know where you are or how you came to be here.

The next moment, it's like everything explodes around you. You're thrown against the wall as sparks erupts from electrical panels, as the whole station rumbles and shakes around you. You fall to the deck, earning yourself scratches from the grating. When you look up, it's like nothing has happened. No wires hanging from open panels, no flickering lights, no more shaking. Like an earthquake in space.

( 0 0 5 ) » NETWORK

The comms device you found next to you when waking up connects to a station-wide network, REVERIE NET. You have the option to post video, voice or text messages.

What will you share?

( 0 0 6 ) » WILDCARD

The station features a variety of locations, from sleeping quarters free for the claiming to a dirty swimming pool and a bar that still holds alcohol (though some of the bottles seem to have been opened a while ago).

Go wild, but don't wreck the place. It's your home for the foreseeable future, after all.

Comments

Connor | Detroit: Become Human {Potential Spoilers!!!}

[rk800connor]

(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?"


(006)
[wildcard me!]

002

[datbackstory]

Connor wasn't the only one worried.

The Spine had pinged every one of his siblings, he'd even gotten desperate enough to try pinging GG, sweet robot lord help him.

But no dice. Wherever he was, none of the other Walter robots were here. He was on his own, which honestly made him more uneasy than the change of clothing, or the kidnapping, or the unfamiliar expanse of space he could see outside the window. His steps were a bit heavy, the hiss of hydraulics a bit obvious in such a quiet place as he walked closer to frown at the stars beyond the heavy glass, a bit of steam slipping from the vents framing his face as he let out a low sigh.

"Sure isn't Kansas." Muttered more than anything before his attention shifted to the stranger standing nearby, green optics dimming slightly in concern. "You alright there buddy?"

[rk800connor]

Connor barely noticed the robot approach, caught in an inner loop of checking through star charts and restarting the search when no matches were found. The probability that no matches could be found was infinitesimal. It was causing a real issue with his programming.

Luckily, though, the question broke the loop and shifted his focus, forcing him to stop running the same futile program over and over again.

He looked almost surprised at the question. It was a rarity that anyone asked an android if they were alright.

"I'm fine," He didn't sound very convincing, the small circle of light on the side of his temple flickering between red and yellow still, "Do you... work... on board the ship?"

He'd never seen a machine like him before.

003

[reposing]

A curious look is given to Connor at the immediate friendliness. Alucard tilts his head, then finishes sitting down before having a glass of red wine filled. Not a typical bar drink, and for him it wouldn't even do much in the way of effects, but he does enjoy the flavor.

"Call me Alucard," he says. "I've not seen you here before, Connor. Did you just wake?"

[rk800connor]

The stranger is offered a polite smile upon making eye contact. No wonder people looking for a quiet place to get a drink were avoiding him.

"It's nice to meet you, Alucard," He responded automatically but had to pause for a moment to process the next question, "That... is as good of a way of explaining my sudden arrival here as any. And, yes, I did recently 'wake'.

Is there anyone on board who understands what is happening? I find it very odd that, of the people I've spoken to so far, none of them consider themselves to be part of the crew of this vessel."

It was a stab in the dark, but he was still hopeful he'd come across somebody who knew something eventually.

[reposing]

A well mannered individual. It was pleasant, but Alucard assumed it will change eventually. It seems to be the trend when people discover what he is. Still, that's not a topic he has to mention yet.

For now, a civilized conversation is pleasant.

"The pleasure is all mine," Alucard says gently. "If you seek the original crew, you will not find them, Connor. The people you meet are not unlike you, waking up in this station and taken away from their home or what they knew best. I am no different. We don't know why we are here, or how we ended up in this place."

A pause, if only so Alucard can drink some wine. "A mystery we are attempting to solve. It is taking time."

[rk800connor]

Alucard might be pleasantly surprised if he can overlook the android's slight social awkwardness.

Connor tilted his head slightly, a faint circular light on the side of his head lighting up blue and spinning slightly.

"For what... purpose?" A faint frown furrows his brow slightly for a moment, "That is a very puzzling mystery. If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been here? How long have most been here? And have we all arrived from the same place?"

[reposing]

It's not as if Alucard is perfect at socializing either, broody as he is.

The light does catch his eye, but admittedly Alucard can't tell if Connor simply has cybernetic implants -- or if it's something else.

"I will do my best to answer." Alucard folds his hands together, focusing on Connor now. "I do not know what purpose there is in us being here. If there is one, I have not discovered it. I have been here for a month, some for barely a week more than that."

At the final question, he smiles crookedly. "And no. We have not, to put lightly. I don't wish to overload you with information, but I can elaborate."

[rk800connor]

"I see," There was another short-lived hint of a frown, "If we aren't all from the same place, then that almost entirely excludes the possibility that someone sent us here. But it is also unclear how probable it is that someone brought us here."

The small LED circle on his temple spun yellow as the situation failed to add up in any rational way. There had to be some pattern to all of this. Something that he could make some sense out of.

He looked at Alucard for a moment, "Do you have any theories? Does anyone?"

[reposing]

A curious thing, watching the light change color, but Alucard doesn't ask yet. For now, he's more intent on answering Connor's questions as much as he can.

He takes another sip of wine first. Deeply, he wishes it would do something for him, but the taste is enough for now.

"I have several theories, none of which I can prove or disprove. At the moment, I'm convinced that an entity brought us here. Perhaps the old will of the person who used to captain this station, perhaps the station itself. It is prone to hauntings and strange events that melds magic and science. Additionally, there are clues from the previous crew, though not on purpose. A suggestion that whatever they did, it caused us to be here."

He shrugs. "I know people have shared some ideas on the network. Assembling the pieces should be simple, but nothing is enough to tell us where we are or why we are here. Whatever the previous crew did was powerful enough to draw people from many kinds of places. That in itself is concerning."

[rk800connor]

Connor, naturally, had no reason to stop and wonder if the man he was speaking to was from a place where androids were commonplace. It was simply an automatic assumption that Alucard knew what he was. Like Alucard, Connor was actually pleasantly surprised by how polite the stranger was being given that he was an android.

He leaned in a little closer, obviously curious to hear the man's theories. His own programming could be limiting at times and there was so little concrete evidence to build on here. His deductions had reached countless dead ends.

"An... entity?" Connor nodded when Alucard clarified. It was a similar conclusion to the one he'd reached. It was most probable that they'd been brought here. He perked up a little as Alucard went through his list of suspects, "The station itself? Has it shown signs of sentience?"

And then he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow dubiously, "Magic? I'm sure it can all be explained. It is simply not clear right now. You mentioned some clues left behind though? Like what?"

001

[backwaterbelle]

Rogue didn't wake so smoothly, his calm voice mixing with the recording instead startling her awake as being Not Quite Right, like a mission request having gone several times ignored. Perhaps her inability to sleep heavily most nights assisted, but whatever the reason, when she woke up crammed with a complete stranger in entirely different clothes with no gloves, she reacted poorly.

Her hand moved to grab his bare wrist, something she felt was much less aggressive than grabbing his throat, for example. "Who are you?"

[rk800connor]

Connor didn't visibly react in the least bit except for the briefest flicker of red light coming from the LED circle on the side of his temple before it shifted back to blue. Otherwise, his expression was completely neutral.

"My name is Connor," He repeated, "I think it would be best if we both remained calm."

He was in no danger of becoming emotional, but his programming suggested that using 'we' would likely be more effective than making it sound like she was the only one reacting negatively to the situation they were in.

[backwaterbelle]

The light caught her attention, and more pieces fall into hypothetical place as her senses adjust to wakefulness.

"You are calm. Creepily calm." She commented, hand relaxing, but not leaving his wrist. There's still a lack of trust unfortunately.

"What are you?" The question may be rude, but Rogue's patience wasn't sitting too high at that moment.

[rk800connor]

"I apologize. My intention was not to be off-putting," He said just as calmly and maybe, maybe with a little bit of sass. Maybe.

"I am a CyberLife android. Model RK800," He said factually, "My name is Connor.

I suggest we start focusing on finding a way out of this space."

Again, there's just the slightest hint of sass as in his suggestion. His tone was perfectly polite, all sass deniable.

[backwaterbelle]

"Off puttin'?" Her brow lifts. What a strange choice of phrase, but then again she's the queen of Southern colloquialisms. Who was she to judge?

But then it makes sense and she relaxed a bit further, her gaze shifting from him to their surrounding enclosure with a frown.

"Ah don't know Connor, what if ah want to stay here? How much air you think ah got to meditate it out?"

Sass you say? Rogue wouldn't know a thing about that.

[rk800connor]

"That is your choice, but I would advise against it," Again, his tone is completely neutral and polite but there's just something that seems ever so slightly snarky in his tone.

He tilts his head slightly, analyzing the size of the room and her breathing for half a moment before making eye contact with her again.

"If you did choose not to leave you would have seven hours and... three minutes until the oxygen in the room would be depleted to the point that you would no longer be able to remain conscious," He offered helpfully, "It would take another hour, or so, before your organs ceased to function due to the lack of oxygen, though permanent brain damage might occur sooner."

1 - Gonna assume he didn't say the 'My name is Connor" part

[fuckingpassw0rd]

"I am fucking calm Connor!"

The only source of light was Connor's own, as Hank's subhuman eyes were trying to adjust to the darkness - at least until he fidgeted with his elbow and realized there was a flashlight on him. A few thoughts entered his mind 'well the red ice ringleaders finally found him and kidnapped the both or them' and 'how much booze was I drinking before this' and yet neither of them feel right - he's too healthy to have been kidnapped by a crime syndicate, and he's too lucid to be in a dream.

"Where the hell are we?"

heheh yeah, probably would not reintro himself to hank XD

[rk800connor]

"And you should remain so. Increased respiration and heart rate will only deplete the limited amount of oxygen in this space more rapidly," Connor pointed out quietly. He wasn't exactly arguing with Hank.

He was quiet a moment at the question, LED flickering yellow, the change even more visible in the darkness.

"I... don't know," The words didn't feel right leaving his lips, "My internal GPS has been damaged... as has my internal clock. I believe some of my memory may have been corrupted as well... or deleted."

He shifted slightly, a hard android elbow jabbing into Hank slightly as he did.

"... We've been redressed," That was alarming, to say the least. He had no memory of being attacked.

Hank would worry Connor died again somehow

[fuckingpassw0rd]

He wanted to reply something back, but groaned instead, proof that he was both listening to the other's advice regarding the breathable air but also not very pleased by the fact Connor was being Connor again. Still it was true; Hank needed air, Connor didn't, Connor could monologue in here far longer than him.

That, however changes the moment the android continues. Suddenly, he is a lot more serious, troubled by the fact that whatever happened caused him so much damage. Then came the elbow jab. Right into his arm.

"Oww dammit!"

So much for conserving air.

"We can figure that out later. There's no door on my side. Maybe we can kick a wall down."

well, at least it wouldn't affect the investigation...

[rk800connor]

"Understood," Connor immediately agreed. He'd let himself become distracted while assessing their situation. Getting out of this space was definitely the priority though.

There was nothing obvious on the initial scan, nothing within the metal box looked like a door, there were no handles or knobs anywhere.

Trying his best to maneuver his arms without bumping into Hank again, he raised his hands over his head to press his palms flat against the low ceiling. He gave it a tentative push and then applied more pressure when it didn't budge. The metal groaned and creaked, but didn't give in the least bit.

"There are marks beside your head, Lieutenant. Are you able to see what they are?" He asked, focusing on something just over Hank's shoulder, a set of grooves he hadn't noticed before.

While Hank checked them, he eased his arms back down to rest at his sides, planning to try pushing on the walls next.

Connor no :(

[fuckingpassw0rd]

The biggest problem of having two figures both standing over six feet is that it left room for little else like elbows and knees - Connor might have been skinnier but that was little comfort in their predicament. He might have tried his best, but the android wasn't the only one guilty of accidental bumpage and pushing. However each one was punctuated by a colorful swear word, all uttered swiftly but briefly in an effort not to waste his breath.

Eventually he managed to turn his body or at least his torso enough to look at the fault that Connor mentioned. He flashed the light on his shoulder towards it, before moving a hand over the grooves

"Could be a way out."

Maybe, maybe not? Hard to think with this little space and air.

[rk800connor]

The scene might've been comical if they weren't trapped in a strange place with no idea how they'd gotten there. The cramped space meant a lot of accidental elbow jabs and, at one point, they almost bumped foreheads. A few of Hank's curses were met with quiet 'sorry, Lieutenant's though they began to sound less sincere and much more mechanical after the first few.

"I'll try applying pressure to it," He stated, shimmying a little to get his back against the wall opposite the grooved wall, the movement requiring another apology or two.

Once he'd calculated the best position to be in in order to apply the most pressure, he put his hands and one foot up against the grooved wall and started pushing. It wasn't often that androids revealed their full capabilities, it tended to be off-putting to humans, though Hank had witnessed some of it during chases. Connor's 'strength' was backed by engineering, hydraulics and metal, and the walls once again started groaning and creaking as he pushed. He grimaced slightly, a few warnings starting to pop up on his interface, but the wall, or maybe it was actually a door, was starting to give and bend, bowing outward. It was a separate piece, so bending it had broken the air tight seal and they could see out through the cracks where the piece of metal was no longer pressed flush against the rest of the box.

A fifth warning popped up, his joints and metal frame were likely to be damaged if he continued, forcing him to ease back with a scowl. As much as he wanted to get them free, damaging himself wouldn't do either of them any good. His 'breathing' was unusually audible, bringing in air to help cool his overheating core.

"You're not in danger of suffocating anymore," He pointed out, LED flickering blue as he examined the bowing sheet, calculations about it popping into his head, "I should be able to break it after my core temperature lowers."

This wasn't a failure. Not yet. He refused to let it be. He could get them out of here and he was determined to.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

It's only fair. Hank was surprised the android had gone so long apologizing each time. Connor couldn't be as frustrated as him or at least he assumed since Hank hadn't seen any of the few times Connor had sworn before.

He watched in silence as another reminder of the difference between the both of them rose up like the piece of cracking seal that let in precious air into his lungs. He couldn't see Connor's warning screens but the LED was giving him an idea of how much the other was putting pressure. Damn, CyberLife had thought of everything he mused as the sounds of the fans was just enough to almost emulate actual breathing. So many breakthroughs in ten years could only make him think of how much more it would have been changed as they went on. At least before Markus put a sort of stop to some of it...

It was Connor's voice that broke him of his inner thoughts, probably a side effect from how little air he had before. Like if he'd been prodded by an invisible rod, he let out a loud gasp as his body demanded more of it.

"Geeze Connor...that was intense."

The other's pushing that is. The flashlight looked up at the android's face to make sure the light hasn't gone red, or if he was showing any signs of damage. Not that...he'd know how to repair it, but it was the thought that counted.

"Gimme a minute as well. Phew...maybe we can try to push it down together."

Like hell Hank was going to make Connor do all the work at this point.

[rk800connor]

Connor didn't react to the light, no squinting, no flinching, his pupils just constricting to adjust for the shine of the flashlight. His chest expands and contracts a few more times until the warnings about overheating subside.

He gave Hank a single, curt nod.

"The metal is strained. It's close to breaking," He said, looking at the areas where the sheet was still attached to the closet walls. He tilted his head slightly to get a better look, making a more accurate assessment, "Pushing here will be the most effective."

He looked to Hank as he placed his palms against the bent metal, ready to follow the lieutenant's lead when he was ready to start pushing.