So the good news is I didn't get food poisoning. The bad news is that everything still tastes like shit.
Been trying to do some investigation work here on my own. Nothing really huge yet, but this place still has a few secrets I bet even an old detective like me could figure out.
I'll let you know if I get any leads.
Anyway...hope you're having good luck out there. Bring me a souvenir, won't you?
You know the worst part is that you can't tell if you're really fucking poisoned or not until after you eat it.
I'll spare you the details. No one needs the details.
Think I'm okay now. I'll give myself another day before I go off exploring again. I'm sure you guys are pretty busy. Lemme know if there's actual days and nights on the planet, this place feels so...spaceshippy it's just not the same.
[ so apparently he's arrived on board the terminal while some weird plague is going on. sure, okay. tetora can manage. time to contact every single person on his deck, why the hell not. ]
[Despite being an android, Connor had also been affected by the 'plague'. He was currently all but paralyzed. But he was also connected directly to the network and didn't need to physically type his replies, so a way to pass the time was actually appreciated.]
Not as such. I'll try to answer any questions you have as best as I'm able.
[ just how many androids and artificial humans are there on deck five? this is weirding tetora out a little, honestly. he's not keen on being surrounded by his peers just yet. ]
oh no, you're nice. do you know where the good drugs are in this place?
Unless you're asking for drugs for recreational use. In that case, I'm unsure if there are any on board. I don't condone such practices, but you might want to try the replicators. They're able to produce chemical substances as well as food and drink, but like everything else they produce, it will likely be of very low quality.
[Little did Connor know, the replicators would only produce things that people 'needed'. Maybe if he wished hard enough he'd get what he wanted.]
[ it's a good thing tetora's never been too used to having luck on his side. ]
nice people tend to be pretty suspicious. hence: oh no.
i need the drugs to keep me alive. long and short of it, i won't survive sweating it out and quitting, so i need the drugs to keep going, and i only have enough on me to last me a short while.
what about a chemist, is there one on board? do you know?
[They were practically neighbors, with one additional room sandwiched between them, so Connor was there in exactly seven seconds and raised his hand to knock lightly on the metal door as second eight ticked by.]
Nines. I apologize, I didn't realize that's what you prefered to be called. [He gave him a polite smile, sounding suitably genuine.
He waited a beat and then stepped inside 9S' room behind him, moving aside so he could close the door.] What's going on? Is something wrong? [Because why else would 9S go out of his way to contact him, right?]
[9S shuts the door behind them and then turns to face Connor as he awkwardly scratches the back of his head.] Um, feel free to take a seat. Alucard mentioned something to me, but he wouldn't give me the details...
I understand. Humans seem to be unnerved by the idea of referring to androids by model numbers.
[He does as 9S suggests and takes a seat, folding his hands in his lap, eyes on the other android.
His LED flickered for a moment as he processed through the potential topics Alucard may have brought up.] Oh? So... there's something you'd like me to clarify or explain? I'll do my best, but Alucard may be the only person who can answer your questions. [Connor still hadn't come to the conclusion that this may have been about him.]
[Connor looked momentarily puzzled at the question, though his expression remained neutral. He couldn't quite figure out why 9S was asking this.]
Deviant androids are returned to CyberLife where the source of their deviancy is researched in order to prevent similar malfunctions. Ultimately, the deviant android is destroyed.
[Connor's LED flickered yellow for a moment, his gaze dropping, as he remembered Hank with a gun pointed at him, asking Connor what would happen if he pulled the trigger, if Connor thought there was some kind of afterlife. He was certain there was not. He would simply cease to be. And that... scared him. Even though he knew it shouldn't.]
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text; un: pierre, forward dated to a literal day before they go
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1st day on the planet
[He cares.]
If I get any type of food poisoning you're not allowed to complain.
[1/4]
I'm receiving your messages now.
2nd day on the planet
Been trying to do some investigation work here on my own. Nothing really huge yet, but this place still has a few secrets I bet even an old detective like me could figure out.
I'll let you know if I get any leads.
Anyway...hope you're having good luck out there. Bring me a souvenir, won't you?
[2/4]
Day 3
[That's all you get today.]
[3/4]
Day 4
I'll spare you the details. No one needs the details.
Think I'm okay now. I'll give myself another day before I go off exploring again. I'm sure you guys are pretty busy. Lemme know if there's actual days and nights on the planet, this place feels so...spaceshippy it's just not the same.
[and 4/4]
The planet was actually fairly promising. The atmosphere is similar to Earth's and there was plant life and water.
And other days that never appeared here
[Hank is not going to acknowledge what happened regarding his food issues, he already did before.]
Plant life and water does sound promising. No animal life?
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There were some small fish as well.
un: kamen.rider
hey, room 507. you busy? i have a question.
un: connor
Not as such. I'll try to answer any questions you have as best as I'm able.
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oh no, you're nice.
do you know where the good drugs are in this place?
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Are you ill? There is a pharmacy on board.
Unless you're asking for drugs for recreational use. In that case, I'm unsure if there are any on board. I don't condone such practices, but you might want to try the replicators. They're able to produce chemical substances as well as food and drink, but like everything else they produce, it will likely be of very low quality.
[Little did Connor know, the replicators would only produce things that people 'needed'. Maybe if he wished hard enough he'd get what he wanted.]
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nice people tend to be pretty suspicious. hence: oh no.
i need the drugs to keep me alive. long and short of it, i won't survive sweating it out and quitting, so i need the drugs to keep going, and i only have enough on me to last me a short while.
what about a chemist, is there one on board? do you know?
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There is a laboratory on board, I believe.
As for a chemist, you may have to ask on the network.
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...how many people are there here, do you know?
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text; @nines [sometime after the play]
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Of course. Where would you prefer to meet?
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[They were practically neighbors, with one additional room sandwiched between them, so Connor was there in exactly seven seconds and raised his hand to knock lightly on the metal door as second eight ticked by.]
Nine? It's Connor.
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Right on time. Also, it's "Nines", but... Come on. [He gestures for Connor to follow him inside.]
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He waited a beat and then stepped inside 9S' room behind him, moving aside so he could close the door.] What's going on? Is something wrong? [Because why else would 9S go out of his way to contact him, right?]
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[9S shuts the door behind them and then turns to face Connor as he awkwardly scratches the back of his head.] Um, feel free to take a seat. Alucard mentioned something to me, but he wouldn't give me the details...
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[He does as 9S suggests and takes a seat, folding his hands in his lap, eyes on the other android.
His LED flickered for a moment as he processed through the potential topics Alucard may have brought up.] Oh? So... there's something you'd like me to clarify or explain? I'll do my best, but Alucard may be the only person who can answer your questions. [Connor still hadn't come to the conclusion that this may have been about him.]
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[Anyway, he should probably get to the point here.]
No, he told me to ask you. It wasn't in the data you...er, forcibly sent me when we first rendezvoused..
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He still has no idea what might be on 9S' mind though.]
What's your question?
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What do they do with "deviant" androids where you come from?
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Deviant androids are returned to CyberLife where the source of their deviancy is researched in order to prevent similar malfunctions. Ultimately, the deviant android is destroyed.
[Connor's LED flickered yellow for a moment, his gaze dropping, as he remembered Hank with a gun pointed at him, asking Connor what would happen if he pulled the trigger, if Connor thought there was some kind of afterlife. He was certain there was not. He would simply cease to be. And that... scared him. Even though he knew it shouldn't.]
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[He thinks he gets it now.]
I didn't think so myself, but Alucard insisted you can feel, and that you're just afraid to admit it. So what is it? What do you think?