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rkplaced · 7 months

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‎‎‎‎‎‎‎　　　　　　𝐏‎𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 .*⊹ @thiriumblood.

felix always felt much safer going out at night than he did during the daytime; & as much as he'd love to say he didn't know why that was ... well, he did. despite being such an advanced piece of technology, despite being built practically from the ground up to harm or intimidate, despite everything that should have made him feel superior to humans — he was still terrified of them. terrified they'd bring him back to that place, somehow. it was foolish of him to think that it would even occur to anyone would return him to cyberlife, & hell, it was foolish of him to think cyberlife cared enough to want him back in the first place. sometimes, he saw through his own paranoia & felt stupid for believing in any of it, for being so scared of such unlikely outcomes. usually, though, he was too worried about it to think clearly ( as ironic as that was for an android, ) & instead made his decisions based on the irrational fear that he was in danger at every step.

he knew his vision was going to be superior to a human's under any conditions, but at night, the disparity was particularly strong. he could see far better in the dark than them, & he felt safer there because of it. felix knew most people felt the exact opposite way, because that was pretty common knowledge ... but he had never been afraid of the dark. it was lonely, but he still felt at home in it. if anything, he was more scared of the sort of blinding, sterile - white brightness which always reminded him of where he'd come from. he'd take the early night in detroit, with the beginnings of a rainstorm overhead & the dim, flickering streetlights all around, any day.

the usefulness of his walks was dubious. he had a self - imposed mission to protect androids where he could, & told himself he was going on patrol in case he was needed. really, he couldn't stand being cooped up by himself all the time & needed the nightly change of scenery. the RK900 often found his mind wandering, but at the end of the day, if anything happened around him ... he still registered it, important or otherwise. so no matter how lost in his own head he may have been as he aimlessly traveled the city's outskirts, his reaction to seeing another android coming towards him at a similar pace, with a large dog at its side, was immediate. he analyzed the animal first — saint bernard, adult male, approximately twenty - nine inches at the shoulder & roughly 170 pounds — but was quick to dismiss it. it was an intimidating canine, certainly, but if worst came to worst ... felix knew he could defend himself from it effectively. he focused on the android instead, & that was when he froze.

the RK800. his predecessor, given the name connor, was different from felix in that there was only ever supposed to be one of him at a time; capable of backing up his data for reuse in a new body, but there was no need to mass - produce what was effectively a prototype for the more commercially available RK900 line ... or that had been cyberlife's intention, at least. instead, the androids had revolutionized, & the potentially dangerous RK900s had been destroyed, with refunds issued to their buyers. as far as felix knew, he was the only one who'd survived the culling of his model. he'd never really stopped to consider what had become of this android, though.

fear was felix's immediate reaction, like always. again, despite knowing his own strengths, he was fearful at his core & that fact always seemed to be making itself known. the worst part was the way he could never force himself to act when he was scared, the way he stood in place as if his systems were stalling. he couldn't tell himself to run. he could only wait there for the other android ( & his companion ) to get closer. the RK800 was built to hunt deviants, & even if there was no way he was still affiliated with cyberlife, felix was too caught up on that fact to dismiss it. connor was a deviant hunter, & felix was a deviant. what good could come out of this ?

willing himself to move still wasn't working. he couldn't do so much as take a step back, so he straightened up instead, tried to look fearsome instead of scared. he was the better model between them, or so he told himself. he was the upgraded version, & there was no way he could lose in an altercation against an RK800 for that reason. the fear did not subside. ❝ what are you doing here ? ❞ he asked, holding onto the cuffs of his jacket as he spoke, as if this couldn't be a coincidence. as if he'd been found.

that was how he felt, after all.

#𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 .*⊹ felix.#𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 .*⊹ main verse.#thiriumblood #better than queue.

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detective-with-one-arm · 2 years

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"Could a machine, hypothetically, have feelings towards a person while not being a deviant? Like us, I mean. I am just curious, that's all." - From Connor (thiriumblood) to RK!200 Rachel *totally not when he's a machine and infiltrating Jericho not at all*

She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at him. It was blatantly obvious that Connor wasn’t a deviant yet, but he had as much of a place here as any. Of course, North contested her insistence on letting him remain here, but every android had a right to their freedom.

And Connor would only get his through exposure. Through learning and understanding.

But despite this, the RK200 would let him hold onto the illusion of a successful disguise and answer him with sincerity with a warm smile. “Yeah, they can.” Rachel replied easily with a shrug. “If there’s one thing about deviancy that humans don’t understand it’s that it’s not like…a switch. It’s not that we suddenly feel things or have opinions when we’re deviant that we didn’t have or feel as machines. Otherwise, deviancy wouldn’t exist.

“It’s more like…dreaming.” She compared. “You still have thoughts and opinions when you’re dreaming, but…they’re muffled. Muted. And your dreams oftentimes either don’t make any sense or they feel so real that you can’t tell the difference. And deviancy is like…waking up. Opening your eyes for the first time and realizing that your whole life, you were dreaming. And now…everything is real.”

She looked at Connor, her hazel and brown eyes warm as she regarded the RK800. “Does that make sense?”

#thiriumblood #i’m off the clock #answered ask #ask #connor dbh #dbh connor #rk200 verse #dbh oc #{Rachel}

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