[ he never really argued in full with mister mandalorian about it— but he knew the man’s stance, and he remembers until today. he remembers them all. the ones who have cared for him, the one who did him harm and then later had a change befall him. ]
I’ve met three androids before Trench. Two of them took care of me.
[she leaves her thoughts on cops on the side for now. if connor-51 got out then he is technically one of the good ones.]
Mm. Well, that just goes to show you that even in the same line, you're gonna get different kinds of people. We're all just... people, you know? We don't follow programming like that. It's all just part of what being humanity is like, even if it is artificial. And whether it's nature or nurture, it all comes down to having a soul and the freedom to make our own choices.
[ and he much cherishes that, even finds it beyond fascinating that this can be created. it's too advanced for falco's timeline, but being exposed to it hasn't done any malice— it's just broadened his horizons. ]
I'm almost there with your cake, Miss Anna. Do you eat? Mister Connor didn't have to, but he could taste. He helped me learn how to start cooking by myself.
I do eat. I'm a cyborg, so I still have some bio parts in me. (Neck up, mostly.) I don't get as much out of it as I used to, but I think digging into a cake like that is gonna fill me with more pride than I know what to do with.
Oh, right. I appreciate the formality, but it's just Anna, okay?
in lieu of incoming chaos, we can hand wave the rest of this to a soft sit down with rainbow cake!
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She goes by A2 for short. Android from ten thousand years in my future.
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You design something to be the same as a human, it's gonna have a soul.
Did I just help you settle an argument?
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[ he never really argued in full with mister mandalorian about it— but he knew the man’s stance, and he remembers until today. he remembers them all. the ones who have cared for him, the one who did him harm and then later had a change befall him. ]
I’ve met three androids before Trench. Two of them took care of me.
IG-11 and Connor-51. I love them very much.
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Back in South Sister?
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We weren’t really friends.
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Mm. Well, that just goes to show you that even in the same line, you're gonna get different kinds of people.
We're all just... people, you know? We don't follow programming like that. It's all just part of what being humanity is like, even if it is artificial.
And whether it's nature or nurture, it all comes down to having a soul and the freedom to make our own choices.
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[ and he much cherishes that, even finds it beyond fascinating that this can be created. it's too advanced for falco's timeline, but being exposed to it hasn't done any malice— it's just broadened his horizons. ]
I'm almost there with your cake, Miss Anna. Do you eat? Mister Connor didn't have to, but he could taste. He helped me learn how to start cooking by myself.
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I don't get as much out of it as I used to, but I think digging into a cake like that is gonna fill me with more pride than I know what to do with.
Oh, right. I appreciate the formality, but it's just Anna, okay?
in lieu of incoming chaos, we can hand wave the rest of this to a soft sit down with rainbow cake!
I hope you like it.