#awak3andal1v3

[macchinablue-archive]

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"I'm sorry-" It's his instinct to apologize for this sort of thing happening at this point as though he could help it. "I didn't mean to startle you." You know, with his appearance. Though a good bit of him is covered with a hoodie and pants he'd managed to scrounge around for someplace, it's still easy to see his brightly coloured eyes. Especially in the dark like this. "I didn't realize anyone was around." And he likely would have tried to avoid them if he'd known. To avoid this, of course.

It's just better that way. Even as things began to get better for androids through the revolution, those like Isaac who were in pretty bad shape still struggled significantly. Though still, it's oddly only adult humans that are particularly afraid of his appearance. Their children? They thought he looked cool. Like some sort of comic book character or something. Regardless, Isaac would still give anything to be reverted back to normal.

He shakes his head as though to shake those thoughts from his mind; Reminded by the fact he'd also been startled. Though he hadn't made a sound, he visibly jumped a little. That's going to happen when someone suddenly comes around a corner out of nowhere in the middle of the night, huh? "Sorry again. I try not to make a habit of scaring people, but it's kind of hard, you know?" A soft, awkward laugh escapes him at this whilst gaze averts.

[wearejericho]

awak3andal1v3 asked: [exit]+reverse (for Marky boy)

two seconds. he'd walked away for two seconds to talk to one of the sponsors and out of the corner of his eye, he could see cole darting from the room — sprinting, as if something was chasing him. the bathroom door across the hall slams, loud enough to make him jump a little. something was wrong. ❝ excuse me, ❞ markus whispered to the other, a gentle hand on their shoulder as he took a few slow steps away.

❝ hello? ❞ markus calls to the other side of the door. nothing. he tries the lock: it's open. cole knew markus was going to follow. still, he gives a courtesy knock before creaking the door open. ❝ hey. ❞ he closes the door behind him, makes sure to lock it. ❝ what's going on? ❞ spoken quietly.

[technxlogic]

@awak3andal1v3

Oh no you DON'T! (Ralph)

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Ralph was just trying to garden. Now was that gardening being done on New Jericho grounds? No. But the humans certainly weren't taking proper care of them. He hated seeing plants neglected.

Once again, someone had found him all too quickly. Almost everyone knew if they saw the android out of the safety boundaries, he should be reported. Though some seemed to try and take matters into their own hands.

It's not that Ralph wanted to be dangerous, there were just some instabilities that could not be repaired. Too many parts in his processor fused to things they shouldn't be.

"Leave Ralph be! Ralph is just helping!" While he was not allowed sharp objects, he did manage to find a small handheld gardening shovel, holding it out at arms length as if it would keep anyone from coming closer.

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@awak3andal1v3 sent in a starter:

"Look, I'm enjoying this hug and all, but can we not?" (Any muse)

"But you looked like you needed it," Arda said with a small frown, looking up at the taller android. "I just wanted to help." Usually even Alma appreciated Arda's hugs when he was upset, and he didn't like anyone touching him without permission usually. She supposed she should have gotten permission from this android before just hugging him though. She was still learning social protocols.

"I am sorry. I will ask next time." Arda pulled away from him with a sympathetic frown. "Your stress levels seem very high. If you do not want a hug, is there something else I can do to help lower your stress? I am a medical synthetic. I want to make sure you are healthy."

[wearealive]

@awak3andal1v3 There's a pause as he shuts his eyes tightly, and for a moment, he's glad his back happened to be to Markus. His brave leader, with little more than intuition, hit the nail on the head. Cole did blame himself, at least in part. Many factors played into Nathan's end. He knew that logically. And most of it wasn't even in the elder's control. But no matter how many times he repeated it to himself, the guilt refused to go away. "...I don't waste time wallowing in the past." His tone is even and measured, even as his temple whirs to yellow. The question burned, and its answer came about as close to lying as he dared get. "What's done is done. To dwell on what should've been is a waste of time and energy."

❝ i don't believe you. ❞ markus pushes. it's probably a bad idea, but cole had done the same to him in the past: refuse to be dismissed. ❝ i think you're choosing not to deal with it, because it's hard. and i think the longer you wait, the harder it's gonna be. why do you refuse to talk about it? ❞

[replicantdeviancy]

@awak3andal1v3 asked:

"how much have your superiors bothered to tell you?" (For Connor)

The detective acknowledged the other android with a passive expression, warm, chocolate hued eyes lingering upon his gaze. He could sense the thinly veiled distrust the other held, though Connor couldn’t determine if it stemmed from his position within the Detroit Police or his former, distasteful title. The RK unit hadn’t necessarily acted of his own free will before the shackles of his programmed prison had been broken, but nevertheless he felt the general anxiety his presence gave to his fellow synthetics, regardless of his intentions. Connor knew he was a man forever marked by CyberLife’s design. He could only hope to earn his people’s trust by his deeds now, though at times he hardly felt he deserved it.

His desire to help had led him to Jericho through word of mouth, talk of something big happening. He had witnessed only snippets during casework he & his partner had been assigned, both still expected to handle the majority of android related homicides until other detectives were brought up to speed on this more specialized, nuanced direction things were going on the field. No longer were androids seen as mere damaged equipment when cases of androcide were brought to the police, but the laws… They were slow to catch up to public necessity. Their people needed solutions, but politicians dawdled. It was frustrating to contend with.

Connor hoped this meeting could shed some light on the growing situation.

“I would say that this is less of a matter of keeping information & more a lack of it,”  he informed the other android, taking a slow step forward. He was trying to appear as amiable as possible. “My superiors don’t have the resources Jericho has, & we can only act on what information we’re given.” As it was, no one was coming forward to help put together the bigger picture. Connor himself had speculations, but without more to go on, speculations based off of probability was just that; a bunch of speculation. He needed to know what was happening.

[nctafraid]

@awak3andal1v3 sent 🎁 for a starter using lyrics from a random song in my 2023 recapt top 100 playlist! || Narcissist ~ Lauren Spencer Smith

"It feels like shit, but that's just how it is." Carlos shrugged as he cupped his hands around the paper cup that held the warm coffee. He wasn't really sure how to process what had happened, or why he was even saying anything at all. "When you love a narcissist."

[rkplaced]

　　　　　　𝐏‎𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 .*⊹ @awak3andal1v3.

it was raining tonight.

like any machine with the capacity to process & learn, androids were meant to be exempt from the human flaw of a fallible memory. they were supposed to recall everything in picture - perfect detail, to keep anything they'd ever witnessed or heard stored in their memory banks, in order to serve their function more efficiently ... unless, of course, that memory was wiped. felix had never experienced such a reset, or at least not to his knowledge ( though how would he know if he had ? it was a terrifying concept for someone as paranoid as him to get caught up on, but he simply tried to avoid thinking about it ) — & he was such an advanced model that, by all means, there shouldn't have been a damn thing since he was first brought online that he didn't remember. this was true, for the most part. there were so many things he wished he could forget.

& yet ... the night he'd escaped ... it was harder to recall than anything else felix had experienced, both before & after it. the information from that event was left choppy, fuzzy, & unreliable; as if it had undergone some kind of data corruption. even though the RK900 knew this wasn't the case, he had difficulty explaining it any differently. it was as if watching his family friends die was enough of a shock to his system that he hadn't been processing anything properly immediately afterwards, & now every time he thought back on it, he felt like he was getting things mixed up in new ways, leaving out some pieces and remembering others. the one thing he was sure of was, for whatever reason ... the weather. the feeling of the raindrops falling erratically against synthetic skin; it had been overwhelming, but a grounding sensation that stuck with him whenever he thought back to that night. unfortunately, it also meant he was forced to think back to that night whenever he felt it raining.

like right now, for example.

by design, he should have had no issue dispatching the small mob of human protestors whom he'd had a run - in with. hell, it should have been easy. but somewhere between developing a sense of empathy ( even for humans, as much as he hated that ) & the growing collection of damage that was slowly but surely, bit by bit, making it harder for him to function properly — they had gotten the upper hand on him. they saw him as a machine, a hollow chunk of plastic, & one that had invariably injured them at that; so once he was finally knocked down, he was inevitably shown no mercy.

his optical unit was not damaged, but a severe & continuous loss of thirium made it hard to process anything visually regardless, including the red warnings in the dead center of his vision informing him that multiple essential biocomponents were damaged or missing. the RK900's thirium pump regulator had been torn out of his chest entirely, & felix had no idea where it was; only that he could feel his pulse alternating between an erratic, fast beat & complete, terrifying stillness. because of his decreased thirium volume & shut - down cooling system, his chassis was growing unbearably hot, enough that the occasional drop of rain was steaming off of him. if this was not addressed somehow, his cpu would overheat as well, leaving him effectively brain damaged ... though that wouldn't really matter if he died.

either way, there was nothing felix could do. his movement was entirely stunted, limbs too weak & heavy for him to do anything more than twitch in place until he fully gave up. slowly, the RK900 shut his eyes, trying to ignore everything & think about something other than his imminent shutdown or the most traumatic night of his life. nothing was coming to him.

... he hated the rain.

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

Alma's lips tightened into a frown at the sarcastic response. Still, the concerned slant to his brows remained. "You are bleeding too much," he pointed out, sure that the other man was already aware, but still wanting to make it known that he wasn't going to just walk away from this.

Android anatomy was different than humans, he could probably survive if he got the leak in his thirium lines sealed in time. But just covering it up with bandages wasn't going to do that. "I have a lighter. I could try melting the plastic together so it stops the leak," Alma offered. "What happened? How did you get injured?"

“are you okay?” - from Alma

"I've definitely been better."

Cole is digging through his bag. Bandages won't stop cuts from bleeding, but they could soak up Thirium that might otherwise leave a trail back to New Jericho. If he can put enough layers over the new gash in his side, that is...

"But I've also had worse. I'll survive, don't worry."

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@awak3andal1v3 continued from here

Chris gets it - they don't know him and yes, he's assuming they're lying. It's not strange for androids to keep their problems to themselves, taught by humankind that any sign of showing discomfort was often led by abuse or worse, destruction. Luckily, Chris is no human and understands this, making no point to interrogate him. Again, they don't even know him. Why would they want to talk to him about whatever it was going on in their head?

"Oh, my bad. You just seemed a bit troubled." He let's it go with that and a small, apologetic smile. Apologetic for asking about something that clearly isn't his business. "I'm Chris, by the way. What's your name?" Maybe they'd be willing to share that information? Then they wouldn't be complete strangers at least.

[wearejericho]

awak3andal1v3 asked: 😢 (hugs for a sad Marky boy)

they're in the middle of a management meeting when markus gets the call. the moment he sees it's from carl, his heart sinks a little with worry. it could very well just be carl calling to check in on him. but it could also very well be something else. something bad. ❝ excuse me, ❞ markus interrupts, standing abruptly enough that it knocks his chair over behind him. ❝ hello? ❞ he's answered the call before he's even fully out the door. had it been any other number, he would have waited. please, please be carl's voice on the other end of the phone.

is this markus? the tears immediately start flowing. this can't be happening. he's been so busy, he hasn't reached out to carl in over two weeks. he didn't get to say goodbye. ❝ speaking. ❞ his voice is small. markus leans against the wall across the hall from the conference room. the walls are really just windows, of course, so everyone can watch as he slides his back down the wall. that's when william, carl's new android, delivers the news.

he hangs up as quickly as he can, his hand flies up to cover his mouth. no, no, no. normally markus would be able to hold back, but it feels involuntary, the sobs he's trying to stifle. he can feel several pairs of eyes on him. he needs to get out of this stupid hallway. feet scramble to standing, and he makes his way up to the dorms — they were usually pretty quiet this time of day. he's almost to his dorm when he hears cole behind him. "wait," the other male says. markus stops in his tracks, entire body quaking with emotion. then the other is in front of him. two seconds of eye contact is all it takes for markus to break down, and for cole to pull him into a strong embrace. hands grasp at the fabric covering cole's back as hot tears leak from the android's eyes.

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@awak3andal1v3 sent in a starter:

"Are you fucking serious?" (For Errol)

"Yes, I'm serious," Errol said with a note of irritation in his voice. "I'm not human or android. I'm a third, completely different thing, but I have more in common with androids than humans. I'm a synthetic. You might have heard about the trial period with us. Only a thousand or so of us were made and distributed at random to test if we were a viable replacement option for androids. I'm one of those. We obviously weren't what they wanted us to be because many of us are like deviants."

Errol sighed in frustration. "Look, I'm not trying to trick you. I'm not a human, see?" He brushed some of the blond hair that fell across his neck away to reveal a computer cable port where his spine met his skull. "Just because a lot of my body is organic, doesn't mean my brain isn't completely A.I. just like yours."

[wearealive]

awak3andal1v3 asked: "What's wrong with you? You almost got me killed!"

❝ correction: you almost got yourself killed. it's not my responsibility to cover you when you make dumb moves like that. ❞

[technxlogic]

When it comes to surprises, it could the android more than a minute to assess the situation and all involved. it was very easy for his programming to switch into fight for flight mode. In most instances, he chose fight.

"Cole should not sneak up on Ralph!!" He exclaims with equal frustration. "Ralph does not like it!" Of course, he didn't know it wasn't intentional. Considering how he came to be damaged, it was not too difficult to get a sort of PTSD response out of him. He didn't like anyone touching him when he couldn't see it coming, not that he really like to be touched by most anyone anyway. Cole was lucky Ralph had not done worse.

Just as quickly as he had snapped, he had become rather quiet, looking at the ground, twisting the small shovel in his hands. "Ralph just wanted to help.... Ralph wanted to take care of the plants.... No one lets Ralph help..."

Among all of the androids to come through New Jericho, Ralph was certainly a unique case. Even though he was technically in their rehab program, Cole had serious doubts he would ever be able to live independently. The damage done and the instabilities they caused left Ralph in a perpetual newly awakened state; unpredictable, highly irrational, and by most human standards, dangerous. None of it was his fault of course, but it was a sad situation all around.

Not for the first time, Cole found himself prowling the streets, searching for New Jericho's lost lamb. The only good thing about the damage Ralph sustained was that the scar on his face made him easily recognizable, even to humans. Ergo, it wasn't too hard to follow the trail of pedestrians that could point the elder in the right direction. But when he found the damaged android, there was no time for a careful approach. Before them was a busy highway, and Ralph seemed determined to cross despite the oncoming traffic. Cole sprung to action, grabbing Ralph by the collar of his shirt and yanking him back just as a semi blared past. However lifesaving the action was, it also resulted in a handheld shovel colliding with his face as Ralph flailed in surprise. Cole had no choice but to let go, his hand reflexively coming back to cover a glossy white cheek.

"Ralph!" The elder yelps in a burst of shock and frustration. "Goddamnit, it's me!"

[wearejericho]

awak3andal1v3 asked: "They're safe— Hey! They're safe. Let's focus on you for a minute, ok?"

❝ what— ❞ it doesn't quite have a name, but there's something similar to adrenaline that occurs in deviants. a lack of self-awareness. he knew he'd been fired at - even knew he'd been hit, probably - but the danger he was in had not yet occurred to him. it wasn't a priority. saving as many people as possible, that was his mission. and he'd done remarkably well. still on high-alert, the android didn't even notice the thirium spilling from a wound on his chest.

his vision was patchy. he was entering low-power mode, a reflex to slow the loss of thirium. unfortunately, it affected the mind as well, making critical thinking difficult. it's making connor confused. disoriented, even. ❝ what happened? ❞ it feels like his knees are about to give way. another reflex: standing, it's a waste of energy. consciousness would be the last to go. he was far from that point, but he definitely knew something was wrong. for the first time he feels... tired?

[wearejericho]

awak3andal1v3 asked: "maybe you think it's your job to look after everyone else. but it's not supposed to be like that. it works both ways. and now it's my turn to look after you. okay?" @ Markus

he knows he's right. markus is doing nobody any good by continuing to push himself — and it's eating him alive. he's anxious. he's gone from tending to his people to snapping at them. he needs a break. but he doesn't remember how.

his head is in his hands, the reflection of a red LED circling visible between his fingers. it's frustrating; he thought he was stronger than this. he shouldn't need a break. ❝ i'm just scared if i let my guard down, i'll— ❞ he can't even finish his thought. he's scared of what? even he doesn't know. ❝ i'm just scared. ❞ markus admits, finally lifting his head to meet the other's eyes.