2039
Software instability
during the nights I would keep watch, making sure nothing harmed Andrea. nothing would touch or harm her.
was it another error?
It had been only a few months since the war in Detroit and I still had some difficulty trying to maintain consciousness. Although I may be a deviant, Cyberlife still had some control over me. It would put people at risk if they found out, but for now, all they knew was that I was free. the cost of free in my hands was far greater, I was meant to obey every command sent my way. I was better than any android built before yet I still broke protocol. it wasn't enough though, it was never enough the fight still kept going inside in head. it was hidden, not to be revealed, for the sake of her.
it was something about the way she played the piano so gracefully that triggered a cascade of errors to spring into action. it was all new to me, I have never felt these emotions before. it was all so blurry, my mind palace was a haze of fog thick enough to swallow. I had to escape but the backup route had been uninstalled previous without me knowing. probably due to the last incident.
it was weird to think about emotions, like a newborn child learning everything for the first time while trying to act like a human adult. all so confusing, but she made it better. whatever it was it was driving my system into overdrive, a heat that killed me. Yet I yearned for more because she cooled everything down. she was like the newly fallen snow flowing gracefully through the air cooling the ground and everything it touched.
yet, what were the words that described he so?
for the last few months, all he knew was confusion, loss, pain, and sadness, emotions so negative that he thought that there was nothing else to feel. now everything is changing, it delighted him to the ends of his fingers, wanting to have them roam the tangle of her hair. feel the cold softness of her skin, to gaze into her eyes and see the world dance in circles.
these thoughts roamed within me causing a sensation that I never felt, anger? possessiveness? it wasn't these emotions.
"what is it?" Connor has said rather agitatedly, the thing inside him here bugging him. he wanted answers.
looking over at the now dimming fire he got up and looked for more wood to keep it alive. walking through the building he noticed that there were several plants that had now fallen over but still grew, for they were out of the harsh winds but still had the sun and soil from the pots to keep growing. connor looked away from the plants and began his search for wood once again, walking into another room he found a guitar, he analyzed it and it was produced of 89.78% wood.
"this shall work for now" walking back downstairs he placed the guitar in the fire and waited for it to catch fire. after doing so he got up and began his journey to the staff room, walking down a corridor he found what was to be a bathroom and then the staff room. within the staff room, he found a metal cooking pot. walking back out of the room and into the main room were Andrea lay he looked at her one more.
"please dream of something, it'll make me feel better that your neuropathways are working," Connor said, barely above a whisper. walking to the entrance he walked outside and dug the metal bowl into the ground to get a bunch of snow. after getting was he wanted he walked back inside to the fireplace. placing the pot onto the fire he melted the snow.
After Connor had finished melting the snow he let the pot cool. While waiting he sat in a nearby chair and thought, thought about the little things such as his hair, his hands, his face. What were these things that made him human. They were only bolted together by the finest of technology- barely skin. Yet, Andrea thought of androids as human, the longer he though the more he got confused about how he was human. To be concieved as human by others yet to be built and designed in another fashion. He would have to ask Andrea and see if she knew the meaning behind being human. Connor also thought about the larger aspects in life, more of the philosophical questions. His software had the knowledge of a thousand men and then some. But it failed to give him information about the soul, and what it meant to live as a being. He had heard Hank talk about religion and how and where we became, it intrigued him to the fullest yet again he failed to understand.
"Another question to ask Andrea" connor said aloud.
His software allowed him to understand concepts thay were materialistic in a way. He was designed to aid in the persecution of deviants, this lead to the failure of ethical and moral reasoning.
" looking back now I realise that what I was designed to do was wrong. Although I know nothing else of how the world works. My moral is nothing, but being deviant-" connor shook his head. "No being human has caused my curiosity to grow" Connor smiled "and that makes me happy, I get to learn and grow, as well as feel these new emotions that were not there before. It is all so new and bright." Connor glanced and Andrea and smiled. Something within him had grown and fflourished into something but since he was so new he didn't understand what it meant. His software provided no information on the matter.
Looking at the pot he scanned it and determined that it was cool enough. He grabbed it and walked upstairs, looking for the plant. He found the plant and before pouring the water onto it he scanned it.
Type: Butterfly Weed
Description: orange flower with narrow green leaves
Blooming season: midsummer
Other: drought and clay tolerant
"Such a rare flower, the only thing thats left are the leaves" Connor had poured the water over top hoping that it would help the plant survive the oncoming spring.
Winter was now fading into the back, the snow was still on the ground but his sensors told him of the rising temperatures. It was almost march anyways, things were moving as they should.
20 years ago in 2019 the world had put the earth on a death sentence. The pollution was way above average and 7 species had gone extinct. It wasnt without the help of two scientist that they were able to use the genes of the deceased animals and repopulate. It was devestating but in the early 30's the world was deemed back on course. Now with the rise of deviamt androids the world has yet to see the oncoming destruction.
"Now you are free to drink as much water." Connor turn around and headed back down stairs. It was nearing 3 am, at daybreak he would wake Andrea and they would begin there trek once again.
I know this is really really short and horribly written, I will come back later and edit it.
I just want to say right now that this is a 1st draft of the book, I am going to have a friend go through it and make various changes once it is finished!
peace out!