There are. The Resistance are androids that were deployed about a hundred—two hundred years ago. Way before my time. They've been on the surface all that time, fighting the machines.
What, did you think us YoRHa types were the only ones? I was surprised too, when I first encountered them on my mission.
[ Command failed to mention their presence on Earth, among other things. Now that she thinks about it, she wouldn't be surprised if there were others scattered around other parts of the globe. Perhaps even older ones, manufactured around the time of humans. ]
And my visual processing is fully functional in both eyes. The goggles display HUD info, usually. [ It hasn't been much use here. ] Besides that, it's part of YoRHa standard to keep them on.
[ Not like she has to abide by Command's orders anymore.
She fiddles with the eye patch in her hand. Her more professional peers within YoRHa would probably chide her for this. ]
YoRHa types were the only ones that I was aware of, though admittedly my frame of reference doesn’t extend beyond what I’ve learned from those here.
[What a thought, though, the idea of Earth now under the control of machines. It’s so difficult to apply his own image of home — Detroit, in all its bustling life — to what he’s heard from other androids like A4.]
So obscuring the eyes is part of the… uniform, so to speak. That’s an interesting design choice, if you don’t mind me saying.
The others could tell you more, if you're interested. They've a few years of experience on Earth.
[ Unlike A4, who'd only been on the surface for a few days. She hasn't seen much else beyond Mt. Ka'ala. ]
I wouldn't be able to explain the reason for the design choice. It's just how it is.
[ The android that came up with Project YoRHa would know, whoever that may be.
She turns once to face her back to the mirror. With a glance over her shoulder, she can't quite see what's on the back of the CyberLife jacket, but she's aware of the words spelling out "ANDROID" in large letters. ]
Speaking of design choices, why the big ol' text on the back? Are these on all CyberLife types? It really stands out.
[And it is. He'll make a mental reminder (pinging in his processing, filed away for later), to ask.]
Yes, there are several identifying factors that androids must adhere to at all times. The LED, the triangle at the front of the jacket, and the clear indication of 'ANDROID' across the back.
Simply stated, it's so that humans can differentiate us from them.
Right. That makes sense. [ Knowing that he comes from a world where humanity's still living on the surface. ] I'd rather not be mistaken for a human.
[ Humans are far above androids in hierarchy after all, on the same level as gods.
She spins back around to face forwards and tugs the jacket closer to herself. Her gaze drift back over to Connor's reflection in the mirror. Her lips widen into a grin. ]
Wanna try going full-on black some time? We've already got the pants... it's kind of a work in progress.
[ The leather pants are unforgotten. Does she just want to see him dressed like a YoRHa unit? Maybe. ]
[Strange wording, something that he pries gently upon just to see if she'll explain further.
However, as for the rest:]
Black? I suppose you're trying to dress me in a similar way to you, then. [A knowing look, but it's innocent enough.] The pants you mentioned, they looked... slim-fitting.
[Connor, being as he is, will definitely not argue against that particular comment. So easily spoken, it must be nice to know your place in the world without something coming up to question it time and time again -- there's irony in that, he thinks, but doesn't focus on it for now.
Instead, tight-fitting pants. A very important topic.]
...Well. Generally not. As long as it doesn't restrain movement.
[ ...Does it? She doesn't think it would. Or maybe she only believes that since she's an android built with ridiculously amazing reflexes. Jumping around and fighting in a dress is normal. ]
You'll have to try it on to find out. Maybe when I can create a perfectly coordinating black coat. Oh, and I'd have to find some matching gloves and boots somewhere. It'll be a fun change of pace!
[ She claps her hands together, giggling as she's imagining all sorts of possibilities. "Fun" for A4 anyway. Yes, this is a very important topic to think about. ]
By the way, is it fine by you if I wear your jacket awhile? I feel cute in it.
But being as he is, he'll probably give it a try once. Hank will probably walk into his room and laugh at him, but you know. No big deal.]
I'll be sure to call on you when I do. In the meanwhile, I don't see any harm in you borrowing it for a little bit. Just promise that you won't damage it; it is a part of my required uniform, as I said.
[Don't destroy it on some world called Akvos or anything, okay.]
Oookay, promise, promise! [ Oh boy, she's bouncing on her heels again. A happy smile, accompanied by yet another peace sign. ] And don't worry, I won't tell CyberLife.
[ A little joke. Not like CyberLife's here to find out. Unless Astoria decides to bring in a company official or something. ]
Well, this was fun. Enjoy your new duds! I'm going to go see if I can find a matching shirt in my room.
[ Or she can just make one herself, but that might take some experimentation before she procures something properly matching. Before she heads off, she gives Connor a pat on the shoulder and makes her way out of the room, a jovial skip or two in her steps.
Well, there it goes. The last Connor will ever see his jacket in pristine condition. F ]
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What, did you think us YoRHa types were the only ones? I was surprised too, when I first encountered them on my mission.
[ Command failed to mention their presence on Earth, among other things. Now that she thinks about it, she wouldn't be surprised if there were others scattered around other parts of the globe. Perhaps even older ones, manufactured around the time of humans. ]
And my visual processing is fully functional in both eyes. The goggles display HUD info, usually. [ It hasn't been much use here. ] Besides that, it's part of YoRHa standard to keep them on.
[ Not like she has to abide by Command's orders anymore.
She fiddles with the eye patch in her hand. Her more professional peers within YoRHa would probably chide her for this. ]
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[What a thought, though, the idea of Earth now under the control of machines. It’s so difficult to apply his own image of home — Detroit, in all its bustling life — to what he’s heard from other androids like A4.]
So obscuring the eyes is part of the… uniform, so to speak. That’s an interesting design choice, if you don’t mind me saying.
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[ Unlike A4, who'd only been on the surface for a few days. She hasn't seen much else beyond Mt. Ka'ala. ]
I wouldn't be able to explain the reason for the design choice. It's just how it is.
[ The android that came up with Project YoRHa would know, whoever that may be.
She turns once to face her back to the mirror. With a glance over her shoulder, she can't quite see what's on the back of the CyberLife jacket, but she's aware of the words spelling out "ANDROID" in large letters. ]
Speaking of design choices, why the big ol' text on the back? Are these on all CyberLife types? It really stands out.
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[And it is. He'll make a mental reminder (pinging in his processing, filed away for later), to ask.]
Yes, there are several identifying factors that androids must adhere to at all times. The LED, the triangle at the front of the jacket, and the clear indication of 'ANDROID' across the back.
Simply stated, it's so that humans can differentiate us from them.
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[ Humans are far above androids in hierarchy after all, on the same level as gods.
She spins back around to face forwards and tugs the jacket closer to herself. Her gaze drift back over to Connor's reflection in the mirror. Her lips widen into a grin. ]
Wanna try going full-on black some time? We've already got the pants... it's kind of a work in progress.
[ The leather pants are unforgotten. Does she just want to see him dressed like a YoRHa unit? Maybe. ]
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[Strange wording, something that he pries gently upon just to see if she'll explain further.
However, as for the rest:]
Black? I suppose you're trying to dress me in a similar way to you, then. [A knowing look, but it's innocent enough.] The pants you mentioned, they looked... slim-fitting.
[THEY LOOKED TIGHT....]
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[ Her words are casually stated. Perfectly content with acknowledging herself as someone of much lower status.
She places her mask over her eye as she talks, carefully re-affixing it around her head. ]
Slim-fitting? Is that bad?
[ BUT YOU HAVEN'T TRIED THEM ON YET... ]
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Instead, tight-fitting pants. A very important topic.]
...Well. Generally not. As long as it doesn't restrain movement.
[Does it restrain movement?]
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You'll have to try it on to find out. Maybe when I can create a perfectly coordinating black coat. Oh, and I'd have to find some matching gloves and boots somewhere. It'll be a fun change of pace!
[ She claps her hands together, giggling as she's imagining all sorts of possibilities. "Fun" for A4 anyway. Yes, this is a very important topic to think about. ]
By the way, is it fine by you if I wear your jacket awhile? I feel cute in it.
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But being as he is, he'll probably give it a try once. Hank will probably walk into his room and laugh at him, but you know. No big deal.]
I'll be sure to call on you when I do. In the meanwhile, I don't see any harm in you borrowing it for a little bit. Just promise that you won't damage it; it is a part of my required uniform, as I said.
[Don't destroy it on some world called Akvos or anything, okay.]
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Oookay, promise, promise! [ Oh boy, she's bouncing on her heels again. A happy smile, accompanied by yet another peace sign. ] And don't worry, I won't tell CyberLife.
[ A little joke. Not like CyberLife's here to find out. Unless Astoria decides to bring in a company official or something. ]
Well, this was fun. Enjoy your new duds! I'm going to go see if I can find a matching shirt in my room.
[ Or she can just make one herself, but that might take some experimentation before she procures something properly matching. Before she heads off, she gives Connor a pat on the shoulder and makes her way out of the room, a jovial skip or two in her steps.
Well, there it goes. The last Connor will ever see his jacket in pristine condition. F ]