If I'm honest... [Slowly, like he's trying to parse his own thoughts.] It does. Androids were created in humanity's image, but we were never meant to pass for human beings. You're not the first person to say it's difficult to remember I'm just a machine, however.
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It makes me wonder... If it's not your perception of me that's flawed, but rather...
[One time is a mistake. But twice, thrice, too many times to count? He won't finish his statement, but it's easy enough to guess where he's going with this.]
[He lifts his hand just enough to be seen. Say no more, say no more.]
Indulge me this once and I won't speak of it again. If you were created in humanity's image, why consider it a flaw to think like one? Isn't this counter-intuitive?
[In so many ways, Connor strikes him as the pinnacle of innovation. The hubris of creating machinery in man's image notwithstanding, it's amazing what those machines can do.
He turns his gaze back to the pool.]
This is where I met the young man—Ray—for the first time.
[Does he? He doesn't look too devastated when he revisits the memory. Call it the practiced grace of someone who's witnessed many deaths in his life as he looks up in thought.]
Our first meeting . . . was really weird. He was covered in feathers and glitter. No matter what he did, he couldn't wash them off his body.
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And then Connor shakes his head, slowly.]
I apologize. I'm not sure I know what you're referring to.
[It's pretty telling that he doesn't resort to talking his model up, or how he's a state of the art prototype.]
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[He looks down at the floor. Actually, it's especially hard now.]
Of course, I can't forget what you are simply because of something like that. Still, does the fact that I think this cause trouble for you?
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[...]
It makes me wonder... If it's not your perception of me that's flawed, but rather...
[One time is a mistake. But twice, thrice, too many times to count? He won't finish his statement, but it's easy enough to guess where he's going with this.]
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Indulge me this once and I won't speak of it again. If you were created in humanity's image, why consider it a flaw to think like one? Isn't this counter-intuitive?
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Because I'm not human. I'm a machine, and machines aren't meant to think for themselves. We're meant to do as we're told and nothing more.
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To do as they're told and nothing more, huh.
Then why is Connor here?]
. . . I think I understand. When it's like that, the past few weeks must have been rough on you.
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... I was designed for adaptability. The past few weeks have been at odds with my programming, but it's nothing I cannot handle.
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[In so many ways, Connor strikes him as the pinnacle of innovation. The hubris of creating machinery in man's image notwithstanding, it's amazing what those machines can do.
He turns his gaze back to the pool.]
This is where I met the young man—Ray—for the first time.
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Oh...
[It's difficult to think about Ray now, without picturing his corpse in the coffin first. They still don't know who killed him, too.]
Do you want to speak about it? Your first meeting?
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Our first meeting . . . was really weird. He was covered in feathers and glitter. No matter what he did, he couldn't wash them off his body.
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