[And what she’ll see is this: a tensing actuator across his jaw, the sharpening of features that denotes displeasure flitting across his face. The pause was telling in its own right, but for this subject to be broached without much preface isn’t something he was completely prepared for — ironic, given that Connor often barrels forward with “personal questions” on more than one occasion.]
Yes. The other android from my home. The deviant.
[The deviant, spoken like a word with sharp edges, expelled from his mouth in a similar way. LED blinking at his temple, Connor attempts to intercept where this conversation might be going.]
I imagine you have questions, then. I’m happy to answer them.
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Yes. The other android from my home. The deviant.
[The deviant, spoken like a word with sharp edges, expelled from his mouth in a similar way. LED blinking at his temple, Connor attempts to intercept where this conversation might be going.]
I imagine you have questions, then. I’m happy to answer them.