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[reposing]

I suppose now is as good of a time to mention it as any -- if only to keep track of the station and its oddities. It took me sometime to mull over the experience, but I shall share.

Three days ago, I became violently ill due to consuming what the replicators provided me. A matter I'd been concerned with for sometime. Though I thought it safe, it seems unfortunately whatever agent or curse was placed on what I received was undetectable.

Last night, I experienced a hallucination, or what I presume to be one. It was my mother, who has been deceased for little over two months now. She spoke things she would not normally say.

It's difficult to say if I was delirious. I don't believe I was and I felt sound of mind at the moment, but who's to say. I believe completely that the intent of either who is running this station or the station itself saw fit to play unnecessary tricks, though I suppose we have no way of knowing for certain at the moment.

I do not wish to cause concern regarding the replicators, but you must know the risk of using them. I suppose some of you already do.

If you've any questions, I will answer. I believe I summarized sufficiently.

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[rk800connor]

[Finally, finally, something Alucard says seems to deeply impact Connor. He looks shattered, a mix of despair and surprise and happiness. And disbelief.

'it doesn't mean it deserves to be thrown away'. And then Alucard makes the audacious claim that he'd blame the creation's failure on its creator. That felt like it was going too far, but he... he didn't deserve to be thrown away. Even if he didn't single-handedly stop the deviant revolution, he was still useful. He knew he could continue to help the Detroit Police. And Hank.]

My creators would disagree, I think. [His voice his quiet and he offers Alucard the hint of a smirk when he says it. It wasn't an argument and he certainly didn't seem to be defending CyberLife in the least bit.

He felt a strange pang of anger towards Amanda. Towards her threats and disapproval and, most of all, to her indifference.]

[reposing]

[The mix of reactions on Connor's face narrows down any doubts Alucard had about the possibility of Connor being alive. No mere machine would look at him this way. The sheer rawness of his reaction, the doubt and despair and joy. There is life in those eyes.

He hopes to one day prove it to Connor.]

Then I pray I would meet them, to inform them distinctly of what I think.

[The hand on Connor's face drifts down to gently hold his chin, his golden eyes watching brown and the way the android gives his little subtle smile. In return, Alucard smiles warmly.]

You are not to be thrown away or disposed of. And I believe your partner would agree with me on that sentiment.

[rk800connor]

[Connor leans in a little. They'd already been sitting close to one another, he simply closed the distance between them to press his forehead against Alucard's lightly.

Physical contact and affection wasn't something that had really been programmed into him. Actually, the opposite was true. But the more he experienced it the more he felt himself desiring it. He liked being close like this. For no purpose other than being close.]

Hank. Yes. He... [He makes a sound that mimics a fond sigh.] He's found it difficult to view androids as machines since I first met him. It upsets him when I am too... mm [he mulled over what word might be the most appropriate to use - cold, blunt, unemotional, factual-]... indifferent.

[reposing]

[It's a light contact, but they are terribly close now and he thinks, a moment, about what it had been like kissing Connor. What would it be like, now, without being influenced by an outside source?

But it's a terrible time for it.]

Neither of us would see you as useless, or a machine meant to be thrown away.

[His thumbs gently stroke over Connor's cheeks, tracing his cheekbones. It seems to him, at least, that Connor enjoys this -- and he could not possibly deny him.]

I like you. If it is in my power, I would not let that happen to you.