video: un; LT_ANDERSON

[fuckingpassw0rd]

[You know things Hank still hates? Speaking on networks. He'd had enough of his chat days and preferred the company of books more than anything else. Still a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. So you're getting video of a tired looking man stuck in a suit that he already absolutely loaths. This thing reminds him that the last three years have given him the dreaded 'cop gut', in a large part due to his self-destructive diet.]

Hey, this is Hank Anderson. I really hate using this...so I'll make it brief. One, what the hell is going on? Anyone with more knowledge than being tossed in here would be welcome. And does this place have booze? I feel like this might help dull the pain. Thanks.

[Honestly, this is just small talk for what's really important to him and the whole point of this conversation.]

Anyway...if you see an android walking around calling himself Connor, lemme know. About six feet tall, perfectly combed hair, a vest with 'Android' written in the back in bright white letters, glowing symbols on his clothing, an LED circle on his right temple [He points to his own head, that's where it should be], may or may not mutter about deviants, androids, dogs, and coming from CyberLife, you can't miss him.

If you're watching let me know if you're here!

[Stop making him worry, he just got here and his suit itches. OH right and an important PSA.]

Right, if you see him licking something, yeah, it's perfectly normal he uses it to analyze things, but shit, it's still disgusting no matter what stupid space circumstances we're stuck in. And before you ask, no, I don't fucking know why CybeLife decided this was the best way to make him do it.

Comments

[reposing]

Perhaps this author did not care for garlic himself. [a joke. maybe.]

I enjoy wine, even if it does not affect me. On deck three, you will find the bar. Deck two contains the mess hall with replicators that can generate food for you. I would show you, if it were possible right now.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

[A joke maybe?] Hell of I know.

Somehow I always imagined vampires might like wine. Kinda looks like blood and there's a whole...class to it compared to beer.

[More reasons why Hank's not a huge fan.]

Something happen to you?

[So far he was having the most polite conversation out of everyone with the son of Dracula so he might as well just continue with a question that dealt with the other more than him.]

[reposing]

Terribly flattering of you to think all vampires have class.

Yes. Nothing that will kill me, but I have no strength to move much at the moment.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

I never said all vampires. Especially not the ones that glitter in sunlight or sing bad rap.

[Don't question it too much.]

Right. Lemme guess, short blood supply?

[reposing]

...Rap.

[yeah he's gonna leave that alone]

Something like that.
I did not want to keep relying on everyone else in the station. That, and I need more blood than anyone can outright donate to me to heal an old wound.

The replicator was an option, but I witnessed it already making others ill. Connor has been able to test it for me.

The last batch did not go well. Not his fault, of course. Something was in there that was undetectable. It made me ill, leaving me back to the beginning of my recovery.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

Yeah...

[You'd like it or maybe this is more your style]

Is that why you know Connor? Figures. But shit, considering we're in space, I bet there's a bunch of ingredients he can't detect that CyberLife didn't program into him.

Guessing there's no blood bank on the ship either, huh.

[reposing]

I know him because we met in the bar. Learning he could analyze the contents of what the replicators gave was just a benefit. We also both wish to understand and escape this station, as I imagine you do.

No. But I will manage.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

I know that an abandoned space station just spells trouble, or worse.

[Thee's a hundred films that start with this premise. So yeah.]

Well if Connor trusts you enough to want to analyze shit for you, I guess you can't be all bad.

~~~not here~~~~

[rk800connor]

[Please, Hank, he'll lick anything for anyone.]

also not here

[fuckingpassw0rd]

[Just this face.]

[reposing]

Fair enough.

Is he capable of trust? He is immensely lifelike, but does not appear to consider himself much beyond a machine.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

[Great now it's even more into physiological questions. Which is why it surprises Hank when he just answers simply;]

I trust him.

[reposing]

I see.

I like him. I would like to think I have his trust as well.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

Not many people like or trust androids back home. Most people see them as nothing more than tools.

I know I was like that when we first met.

[He's not ashamed to admit it either. Hank is, if anything, bluntly truthful.]

So it's good there's people he can trust here as well.

[reposing]

I have gotten that implication. I think I would like to ask more questions about that, but it's best if you adjust to your surroundings first.

I hope to not violate that trust he has with me.

Take care, Anderson.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

There's not much you need to know honestly, androids became big about ten years ago, they get treated like shit, one of them started a revolution for their rights.

[Okay so that's the very very limited story version.]

Well if you ever do, you won't have just him to answer for. So I'm sure it'll be alright.

[Look it's not because he wants to be threatening, but it's just how he is.]

You too.

[He wants to add Alucard but it's so...weird to even write that.]