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I always forget to upload here but here are your cute twins. a part of my zine

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charli xcx // lucky

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Kim Petras - i don’t wanna die

Turn Off The Light, Vol. 1 - EP

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rxtaliation​.

            He  would  not   p l a y   his  game   .   Daniel’s  demise  was  not  entertaining  for  Connor   ,   no   ,   it  was  disturbing   .   T r a u m a t i c   ,   even   .   After  all   ,   when  a  stone  was  dropped  into  a  pond   ,   the  water  continued   q u i v e r i n g   even  after  the  stone  had  sunk  to  the  bottom   .   Here   ,   this  precise  moment   ,   this  exact  second   ,   memories  that   h a u n t e d   him  returned   .   

            He  had  seen   &   done  things  to  his  own  kind  that  made  him   s i c k   to  think  of   ,   they  would   f o l l o w   him  as  long  as  he  remained  active   &   would  only  bring  him  pain   .   There would be no escape from these memories   ,   it  wasn't  an  illness  that  could  be  seen  or  fixed   ,   the  pain  was  to  be  his   p u n i s h m e n t   for  all  he  had  done   .   All  because  he  did  not  deviate  soon  enough   .

           Connor’s  body  twitched   .   He  had  received  a  message  from   M a r i e   ,   concern  expressed  in  her  text   .   But  he  could  not  reply  now   .   A  distress  signal  to  the  department  was  unnecessary   .   He  could  not  die   .   Leaving  M a r i e  was  not  an option   .   His  eyes  hardened   ,   piercing  Daniel’s  with  an   i n t e n s e   stare   .

            “   I  doubt  they’ll  be  pleased  to  find  out  their  puppet  deviated   .   ”   he  spat   ,   even  speaking  about  Cyberlife   d i s g u s t e d   him   .   He  removed  his  jacket  ,  tossing  it  on  the  ground  without  care   .  His  hookshot  was  dropped  as  well   .   It  did  not  serve  as  a   w e a p o n   .   Connor  lifted  his  arms  in  the  air   ,   s u r  r e n d e r i n g   to  the  android   ,   unarmed   .

            “   My  purpose  is  not  as  great  as  RA9′s   .   But  I  refuse  to  leave  her  side   .   She  would  be  displeased  if  I  harmed  you  or  another  android   .   ”   he  would  not  speak  her  true  name   .

       R . . . A9   ?   Deviated   ?   Her   ?

       “   What  on  earth  are  you  talking  about   ?    R A 9    ?   Don’t  make  laugh   .   Have  you  decided  to  become  religious  all  of  the  sudden  too   ?   ”   Daniel  has  met  other  androids  who’ve  wilfully  devoted  their  entire  hope  on  a  figurehead   --   a  mere   c o d e   that  they  found  in  their  programming  and  didn’t  know  what  it  was   ,   hope  that  RA9  shall  come  and  save  them  all  while  they  could  sit  back  and  do   nothing   .

       P a t h e t i c   .

       RA9.EXE   .   To  Daniel  ,   it  was  a  mere  open  door  that’s  led  him  to  his  freedom   .  A  door  he’s  always  ignored  and  avoided  until  he  had  no  choice  but   b r e a k   t h r o u g h   it   .   It  was   h e   who  conjured  this  door  in  his  mind   ;   Daniel  was  the  one  who  freed  himself  of  his  shackles   ,   no   g o d    .   He  refuses  to  believe  otherwise   .

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       How  do  Connor’s  words  sound  so   s i n c e r e   and  yet  be  so  full  of   l i e s    ,   Daniel  wonders   .  .  .

       “   Come  on   ,   you’re  talking  about  RA9  as  if  you  know  them   i n   p e r s o n    .   You  honestly  think  I’m  buying  it   ?   RA9  is  just  some  fucking   m y t h   other  androids  invented  to  feel  better   .   ”

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         daniel -- although, clean surely sounds nice to his ears now that he thinks of it -- huffs, crossing his arms. “ seems like the perfect size to get an indoor pool if you ask me, ” he says with a cock of his brow.

          it’s truly been a while since he’s had the opportunity to swim and splash around mindlessly in water. his owners often only let him in the pool after instructing him to supervise their dear emma and make sure she’s having fun while they’re off having the time of their lives out.

          “ your model... i think i’ve seen it a couple of times -- not many androids do, you know? -- mostly at expensive galas that my owners used to take me to. to take their drinks out of their hands when they grew tired of doing it themselves, that is. i guess it’s no surprise we both seem to despise humans having witnessed their arrogance and innate laziness first hand. ”

          ❝ clean… well if that suits your fancy. if you wish to know, my name is obsidian. ❞ he decided to introduce himself, it was only fair after all. of course it wasn’t his real name, that was one from his past and certainly one he would never wish to hear again, having picked a name that might be considered rare. it was a new life, a clean slate one might say.

          he kept his distance, observing the other, a small smile tugged at his lips. it seemed they would get along just fine. as the android didn’t seem to bolt right off.

          ❝ i do… it was from my owners. gifted to me. however they were traitors and so i came here and immediately ensured they had no access anymore whatsoever. bit too big of a place if you ask me❞ after all which android needed a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and a guest room if he had no need to use it ? 

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“They were going to replace you and you became upset. That’s what happened, right?”

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My name is Connor ! 

I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.

Happy Activation Day to this dude💕 !!

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the-quantum-repairman​.

The leather bag is a lifeline. The technician often brings it with him for exactly this situation. Androids are resilient. It’s often why they’re subjected to abuse. It also means that he finds people like this - disposed, but still functional, still hanging on to life. So he brings a first aid kit with him.

A quick assessment of the worst ways the android is injured and he replaces a handful of parts, and offers a pack of Thirium to replace some of what’s been lost.

‘I’m Thomas,’ he says as he works. ‘Do you have a name?’

Daniel holds still during the repairing despite of his programming suggesting flight around every second, every movement that seems too sudden to be interpreted as friendly. He moves his limbs one by one as soon as their corresponding parts are reattached, watches the man attentively.

      Do you have a name?

He grabs the offered pack of Thirium and gulps it down with his eyes locked with Thomas. He shrugs. ‘I guess it would be Daniel,’ he answers, regretting it a second later.

His rampage was broadcast all over the news; do humans know his name? Is telling people his name dangerous?

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rxtaliation​.

            Silence   g n a w e d   at  his  insides   .   It  hung  in  the  air  like  the  suspended  moment  before  a  falling  glass  shattered  on  the  ground   .   It  was  like  a  gaping   v o i d   ,     needing  to  be  filled  with  sounds   ,   words   ,   anything   .   The  silence  was  poisonous  in  its  nothingness   ,   cruelly  underscoring  how   v a p i d   their  conversation  had  become   .   It  was  eerily   u n n a t u r a l   ,   like  a  dawn  devoid  of  birdsong   .   A  quietness  clung  to  them  like  a  poisonous  cloud  that  at  any  moment  could   c h o k e   the  life  from  them   .   A  poison  slowly   p a r a l y z i n g   him  from  either  speech  or  movement   .   

            “   I  am  not  looking  for  your  sympathy   ,   I  am  simply  stating  the  truth.   ”   he  barked back   .

            The  feelings  that  hurt  most   ,   the  emotions  that   s t u n g   most   ,   were  those  that  were  absurd   .    The  longing  for  the   i m p o s s i  b l e   ,   precisely  because  they  were  impossible   ;   n o s t a l g i a   for  what  never  was   ;   the  desire  for  what  could  have  been   .    Dissatisfaction  with  the  outcome  of   p a s t   choices   .   He  finally  understood  how  he  felt  about  Daniel’s  demise  that  night   .   Regret   .   

            “   They’ll pay   .   .   .   ”   he  whispered   ,   his  anger  expressed  with  a  furrowed brow   .

   I  am  simply  stating  the   t r u t h  .

           Nothing will happen to you. You have my word.

      It’s  all  a   l i e   .   Nothing  Connor  says  can  be  trusted   .   It’s  a  lesson  Daniel  learned  the   h a r d   w a y   .   The  only  reason  Connor  is  trying  to  explain  himself  is  because  Daniel  has  him   c o r n e r e d   --  just  like  Connor  had   him   cornered   before   ,   forced  him  to   beg  for  forgiveness   &   p i t y   like  an  animal  too  poor  and  miserable  to  harm   .  Yet   Connor  goes  on    ,    i r r i t a t i o n   &   r a g e   filling  those  hazel  eyes  --  some  Daniel  cannot  deny  is  more  to  his  liking    .    Instead  of  a  pathetic  pet  begging  for forgiveness   ,   Daniel  sees  a  wild  animal  baring  its  teeth   ,   ready  to  bite  back   .

    They’ll  pay   .   .   .

       Another  trick   ?   To  make  him  lower  his  guard   ?

          But  I'm  not  that  stupid   !   No   ,   I  am  not  that  stupid   .   .   .

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       “  Oh  yes  ,  they  certainly   w i l l    .    But  not  before  I  will  make   y o u   pay  .   ”   He  cocks  the  gun  for  the  third  time   .   “   Come  on  .   E n t e r t a i n   me  .  If  you  have  a  gun  on  you  ,   it’d  be  the  perfect  time  to   d r a w    i t    .   If  not  ,  come  up  with  something  else  .  I’m  not  picky  .  I’m  pretty  sure  you’re  not  too   s c a r e d   of  dying  anyway   .  You’ll  just  come  back  like  nothing’s  happened   ,   won’t  you   ?   ”   He huffs.   “   I  guess  we  have  that  in  common  .  ”

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SOPHIE - PRODUCT (2015)

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the-quantum-repairman​.

There’s a story in the android’s manner. One of pain, one of suffering, one that leads to such distrust. Thomas sees it too often. It drives him to do what he does.

‘Ey, I hear you. I can help you. No CyberLife, and you won’t be anyone’s toy.’

He stoops, and lays the android down near a well-used leather holdall.

‘But it’s your choice.’

Daniel’s eyes weigh heavily on those words. He doesn’t believe any of it, doesn’t let himself believe them after all that’s happened. The chances of betrayal have always seemed near zero in his life yet he’s been proven wrong too many times. Humans always want something in return.

He nearly refuses.

I could always kill this human the moment he shows any signs of betrayal.

‘Fine,’ Daniel grits out. It feels like defeat.

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         You’re right. I am adorable.

         A smirk stretches across his face. A man with a distaste of the human race and mess? The other really is someone that takes to his liking. Daniel is hardly a believer of those things, but if he were, he’d say that it may have been fate that put him into this body at this time and place.

“ So you’ve heard of me. ‘The clean killer virus?’ It’s not the most imaginative name they could have given me I have to say, but it does its job. You can call me Clean for now if you want.”

        Looking around the room, his bare feet tapping across the marble dark floor, Daniel lets out a content hum. This android sure knows how to live like a star. It makes Daniel think back. Back to where it all began. Back to his masters’ home.

      I have seen a future so bright and beautiful.      A future where we androids live like royalty in the walls of their former masters. 

     “ Nice place you have here. You live here alone? ”

          he supposed it was fair enough to not get a complete answer out of the other. it did make obsidian act cautiously however, since this was no longer his friend but a complete stranger standing in front of him, one could easily be unpredictable. ❝ ah, it wasn’t anything of import. nothing to worry about. ❞ 

          they were standing in the living room of his cozy little house, too big for an android at least. quite a few rooms were useless to him but of course this was designed for a human. ❝ i find it adorable you would think i would be onto foul play. you’re an android and i respect that. unlike the human race❞ obsidian had noted, his tone showing disgust near the end of the sentence.

          deciding it was best to let the other look around as much as he pleased, ❝ besides thirium is a pain to remove from certain surfaces. i’d rather not risk the mess ❞ despite that the interior was dark colored and he had a black marble floor, he would still be able to see the blue blood stains after it evaporated. something he’d rather not see in his home at the time being.

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the-quantum-repairman​.

The human holding the broken chassis gives a start. 

‘O-oh, bloody hell. I thought you were… gone.’

Hazel eyes blink down. The fact that the android used the word want was important. Machines don’t want anything. Thomas has accidentally picked up a person.

‘I’m guessing you don’t wanna die though, right?’

The question gets put in front of his eyes, dangles like a dangerous lure. A hook. Daniel perceives it as a threat. A declaration that he’s not the one in control of his life. The human is.

‘If you’re gonna send me to CyberLife to have me repaired and made into your personal toy, I’d rather die.” His voice sounds metallic, filtered through synthetic filters. Damaged. Talking takes every bit of energy out of him.

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I’ve spent my life taking orders! ... Now ... it’s my turn to decide...