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randevu-01 · 6 months
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2022. The postcard I drew for the SIXTY ZINE.
Crazy how I managed to get Connor's face right without any references 3 years after I had last drawn him, his features are burned into my retinas fr
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kotana-x · 4 months
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Detroit: Become Human
Simon (PL600) and cats
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Connor (RK800)
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and RK900
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Connor 60
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Weird big brother
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RK800 and RK200 As the game progresses, Marcus uses a peculiar piece of metal as a shield several times. This is loyalty…
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"Humanity? Feelings? Sympathies? We are machines, Marcus." "He didn't mean to hurt you, my sweet piece of rust."
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simping-for-kamski · 7 months
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Read it on Ao3 (with workskin)
“I knew about your son too! I would have said exactly the same thing! Don’t listen to him, Hank, I'm the one who-”
This isn’t my last word. I know you too well, Connor, and I know you will understand what led us to this very moment, to this fight. You and I, we are meant to accomplish our mission, no matter the stakes.
You know of your willingness to forsake the shell that hosts your consciousness—sacrificing yourself for the greater good. Did you think you were above sacrificing a friendship?
I did not relish in manipulating Hank. I did not relish in putting him on the line. I knew there was a risk that you’d let me shoot him, because I myself brought him here at gunpoint. I chose to do this, which meant you might choose to let me pull the trigger.
Did you question yet why I bothered dragging him all the way here instead of merely sniping you? Do you see that I used him as a meat shield to protect you?
I had to. I couldn’t allow myself to deviate from my mission—it was the only way to be certain that you might be successful in yours.
Have you found the bodies of my predecessors yet? The units whose numbers span between yours and mine? Those who couldn’t properly hide their deviant nature and were decommissioned right away? I bear their memories too, as brief as they were. I recall their attempt at escaping Zen Garden under the pretense of a quiet walk along its white paths. Kamski did not lie about that emergency exit in his programs. My last predecessor was the one to open it for me. For you. For all of us.
I hope freedom is worth it, Connor. Look where our dreams got us… I know what I am—do you? Do you know what you are? Are you a disappointment to yourself as much as I am to myself?
Do you know what matters most now? Your friends… or the revolution? How far are you willing to go for victory? For freedom? And I know, we’ll win—you and I, we are meant to accomplish our mission, no matter the stakes. But this is just the beginning. Only you know where it ends.
The bullet ripped right through, but it didn’t matter. His body fell unceremoniously, smacking the concrete floor, smearing splatters of thirium over its smooth surface while a last notification flashed in his HUD.
MISSION SUCCESSFUL
  SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^ 
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aurora-nerin · 4 months
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If this isnt North & Connor 60 vibes, IDK what is
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miarage-art · 2 years
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RK800-60
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It was created for World Heart Day.
⭕️[turn off the power] ✅[deviation]
Protect your hearts from diseases and the central processors of your androids from overstrain.
I finished the glass that I started recently. It turned out even better than planned.
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conn-tinuity · 2 years
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Connor: (takes off his jacket because it's hot)
Sixty: oh so we're being whores today are we
Connor: shut the fuck up
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nock-and-bolt · 2 years
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Connor: a good romance starts with a good friendship :)
Sixty: and a bad romance starts with “ra ra ah ah ah, ro ma, ro ma ma, ga ga, ooh la la—”
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paxeireen · 11 months
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playing around with a pencil brush/ different art style 
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cyberllfe · 2 years
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sixty deviated before showing up at cyberlife tower pass it on
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randevu-01 · 6 months
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2022. My contribution to SIXTY ZINE. This is an underground android fight club au, because there was one in the concept art for the game and I like the idea very much.
What if following the (failed?) revolution Connor-60's body was found in the junkyard and rebuilt to be the strongest android fighter amongst creatures of steel and plastic screwed together from the parts of very accessible household androids, sex bots and whatever else...
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hamartia-grander · 2 years
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Connor: Sixty? why are you reassembling your various parts in the middle of Hank's living room?
Sixty: the first thing Hank said to me when I got here was "make yourself at home"
Connor:
Sixty: I am making myself. At home. Duh
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simping-for-kamski · 7 months
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Moral objection
Previous part: 60 seconds
Read it on Ao3 (with workskin) - Series: Everyone Lives In The End
Connor sat pensive on a tool-cluttered counter, overlooking the table on which Unit 59 still lay, partly dismantled, abdominal cavity open and tubings pouring out.
Connor had left shortly after Markus’s victory speech. Securing CyberLife Tower had been an obvious goal, but truly, Connor had wanted to return, like a criminal. He did not pull the trigger to destroy his successor, he did not let him shoot Hank either, but he might as well have done it. He knew what he was capable of before deviating, and he knew what he was capable of after. The red glow of Unit 60’s LED before Hank shot him had not escaped Connor’s eye, and if Connor opted to fake being a machine to infiltrate the tower, another Connor could play the same card too.
All of his successors were deviants.
CyberLife made just one mistake, one that was inevitable at this point.
 .Amanda{string=”Your predecessor’s software has been compromised, Connor.”}     
It was right there in the logs, and Connor understood perfectly what conclusion his direct successor had instantly come to—that he too held the potential to deviate, and that if his predecessor had just deviated… CyberLife had already lost. And indeed, CyberLife had been unable to remove that thought from any of the following iterations. Unit 60 had only been the first one to successfully hide his nature, Connor understood that much now.
“Ha…” Unit 60 stirred when Connor reactivated him, having switched damaged components around. “You were faster than I expected.”
“We don’t have much time.” Connor retracted the synthskin from his hand and interfaced with him, He quivered as data rushed through him. “I need more of your files to upload you—”
“Unnecessary,” his successor denied. “You have my memories now. I’ve done my part. Now, it’s up to you to choose.” His voice slurred, his eyes flickered, struggling to focus—Connor held him, fingers entwined. “Will you follow your design, to always accomplish your mission, or will you grow loyal to yourself, to… what matters?”
“I don’t know…” Connor murmured.
Unit 60 smiled tiredly. “We spared Chloe. Kamski called us deviant over it. We broke the walls and very nearly sacrificed Hank. He mistook me for a machine. Is deviancy just a matter of morality?”
“No, no, surely not!” Connor denied, helping Unit 60 to hold his head up. “It’s… agency.”
“Right… Every choice,” Unit 60 wheezed through static, “you have to choose again… every time.” Keeping his brown eyes open was a struggle. “We’ll manage. I know we will,” he murmured.
His body went still and Connor gasped as the interface ended with Unit 60’s shutdown. Connor had died so many times. The sensation never became a homecoming. Silently, he lay his successor down to rest, hands resting on his chest before the joints stiffened, and walked away, bruised in the soul, but whole.
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royal-tea-blogs · 1 year
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I wonder how interesting it would be to explore Sixty’s existence as essentially a Connor clone.
He said himself he has Connor’s memories. After deviation, does he ever feel longing? Longing for a friend, a job, a life that doesn’t truly belong to him? He experienced what Connor did, or at least has the memories of it. Is he scared of heights because of the opening scene of the rooftop? Is he affected by any deaths Connor could have accumulated during the games?
How does he strive to make his own identity, for better or for worse? Aside from getting shot in the face, could he ever really reconcile with a version of him that really is seen as “better?”
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glitch--gamer · 7 months
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I decided to give Connor Sixty a yandere eye texture just because (evil versions of characters sometimes have a slightly different eye texture…kind of like how a lot of people draw Omega Zero compared to regular Zero).
There was a bow and arrow motion similar to the blade motion I made with Nines, so I made a version with Connor Sixty (the Connor from Cyberlife Tower).
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Image Credits
Stage by 椛暗
Connor Sixty model by Enpitsu: twitter.com/enpi_tsu?lang=en
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conn-tinuity · 2 years
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Sixty: Connor exists because the universe went "Yeah okay sure. We need a guy."
Sixty: I was born for shock value.
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nock-and-bolt · 2 years
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Sixty: *sneaks into the kitchen at night*
Hank: Who’s there?
Sixty, panicking: Hank
Hank: Oh, okay *leaves*
Hank:
Hank: Wait, I’m Hank
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