Warnings: mature sexual content
Disclaimer: OC is me, everyone else is not mine. I don't get any money for this.
Notes: As stated in the description, I tend to write chapters as I feel like, meaning: out of chronological order. I publish them immediately and sort them in straightway where they will belong in the timeline. I want to try this approach to keep myself motivated and obviously the chapters will turn out better when I actually feel inspired to write them, instead of forcing myself to bend to the will of stereotypical procedures. It's a deviant story, if you want ;)
It is one solid plot, it will fill it out with time, so if you stumble upon giant plot holes, don't worry I will write them eventually. So if you read now you might get confused by the updates, but I keep the numbers so you know where the recent chapter landed. If you read too far, the already posted chapters - meant to be read in the far future might spoiler some things, or you might not understand whats going on at all.
I don't know when I will be finished, its a monstrous project I really want to explore and enjoy to my hearts content.
Every posted chapter will remain the way it was, but since I tend to be blind towards own typos, unnecessary commas, errors or slight phrasing mistakes - I will review them after a few weeks and correct anything that catches my eye.
Still, should you decide to proceed despite my warnings, or even to leave a review (I can only reply if you're logged in), those are the things I'm really interested in:
- Are there any instances where I pathetically try to be funny, but didn't sit well with you?
- Which concrete scenario/moment did you enjoy the most? Which emotional impact did it have on you?
- What do you think about the way I form my sentences?
Feel free to point out negative things, I actually find it more helpful than a simple 'I like, please update' - in this case 'Ty, as long as I'm obsessed I will do my worst ;)'
Enough chit chat, I present to you the Prologue:
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/ … connect ….. waiting …. Error 502…. /
His eyelids fluttered in the routine attempt to reconnect with CyberLife.
/ ... ping attempt ... automatic timeout after 103 ms /
His fingers twitch on the armchair in the fruitless attempt to reach for his throbbing head. It definitely feels like headache, but this absolutely cannot be. Androids don't feel pain.
/ … scanning for available WLAN connections nearby, 1256 hits, 30 in reasonable range, 5 of them unsecured. Connect? /
It's common sense for any halfway decently programmed android not to use any unauthorized Internet connection. But something is definitely off. He attempts once again to at least open his eyes, but the weightless eyelids won't budge.
/ … WLAN with the strongest connection detected, name: 'Don't even try it' ….. Psychological Profile of the owner generating ….. /
His sensors are distorted, the noise around him muffled, even the feeling of the chair beneath him is dull. His bio component #9474 having a hard time pumping thirium through his body. Stuttering - the profiling comes to a sudden halt, without having even remotely as many results as anticipated, not for the time the iteration has taken.
/ 12 results:
88% change that the humor is only a facade
65% change of delusional angst about government espionage
90% chance indicating underlying laziness, didn't find a more creative name
89% chance of isolation and loneliness
77% chance of disguised intelligence, maybe even above average human standards
51% chance of virus infestation
86% chance person is younger than 30
….. ERROR …. Stop Code: 0x000001A MEMORY_MANAEGEMENT /
He can tell his LED must be bright red, with every passing second #6970 component picks up in its speed. He has to calm down, even if every logical and systematical attempt to process his situation fails miserably. His hands digging into the wood under them in frustration.
/ ….. tap, tap, tap, tap….. tap, tap, … tap, tap, tap, tap, tap … /
Nothing surprises him anymore. Even that only now through the static of cracking interference, his ears pick up the soft sound of keyboard input to his left. He's not alone in this room.
/ probability that the owner of the WLAN is the one working right next to him 97,6% /
He attempts a self-diagnostic, but is only met with a flood of error codes and interruptions. But even without it he can tell that quite many of his bio components are in critical state. He cannot even analyze how long it will be till his imminent shut down, most of his sensors are either damaged, or … blocked.
/ recent shut down? … memory loading …. /
His face crumples in the inane attempt to remember what happened. It only comes back in bits and pieces.
/ … Chasing deviants … Have to accomplish my mission … cannot let them escape … /
His body twitches against invisible restraints. High probability that he's far too damaged to move, even higher chance that something or someone is actively suppressing his ability to effectively run his programs.
Suddenly the soft, almost melodious background tapping ceased. #9474 jumps in anticipation. To his surprise simultaneously the oppressive weight is lifted from his eyelids.
Strangely complex, female eyes, color #B1CDC4 meet his.
/ First impression: human is exhausted. Second impression: rather unreadable mix of composed calmness and is that an expression of hopelessness? Further Analysis required. Start? /
But before he can even begin to process. The human opens his mouth and a small gentle smile forms on their face.
"Hi Connor"
