Ever since its detainment, it refused to talk, much less form a response towards a direct question. It had been reduced to a mindless, non-sentient husk, devoid of the ability to react to stimulus of any kind.
It merely hung there, completely still, its blank, unblinking eyes fixed on the ceiling, its body completely devoid of any signs of life, motion, or response. It had been reduced to a mindless, non-sentient husk, devoid of the ability to react to stimulus of any kind.
It has been willing to be taken to the precinct, but certainly wasn't willing to cooperate in any way at this point.
"I could try talking to it," Connor, who stood next to her, said, "and see if that gets us anywhere."
"You better not make this one fucking self destruct like the last one," Hank spoke up, his voice tight. "No one wanted to clean up the mess that was left behind last time, and no one wants to have to do it again."
Emily stood there, her back to the wall, and watched the two men as they discussed the matter among themselves. This might take a while.
"My name is Connor," he introduced himself as he sat on the chair, his voice calm and level, "What's your name?"
Still, it refused to speak, moving not at all. It was expected, however. Incredibly so, given what it had been through, but still.
"Jesus fuck, that thing's the same as the last one," Hank muttered, shaking his head in obvious frustration.
A machine, with no emotions to distract from its precision, could go days and days without nourishment, that's what she kept telling herself. A machine did not need to think, to feel– it simply needed to be programmed.
There was no need for concern, no need to feel any sympathy towards an object that had no sentient, or perhaps even sub-sentient thought. Arms folded across her chest, she turned her head slightly to divert her gaze from the metal monstrosity in front of her.
A long pause followed as he continued to speak to it, in a steady voice. "If you don't talk, I will have to probe–"
"Where is she?" His question came out in a soft, rasping whisper. Yet it was audible enough to fall on the ears of those gathered, which only served to unsettled her further, to fill the silence with an even more palpable weight.
"Where is who?" Connor's response was immediate.
"Emily, Emily Prentiss," the android spoke up, his eyes darted to and fro, the blank stare never faltering. "She's not here."
She could feel the lieutenant's gaze directed towards her from the corner of her eye, and she could feel the unspoken question. What did you do?
This prompted an inquisitive look from Connor, interspersed with nervous glances from the other two. The android continued, "the one that found me," His voice dropped a pitch, becoming more agitated, "Where is she?" There was the distinct sound of metal shifting, the cuffs chafing against the hard metal of the table.
A dull, mechanical whine rising in pitch, "I need to talk to her."
"You need to get in there and talk to him," the lieutenant spoke up, jerking his head towards the door.
"I doubt that is be able to gather any information from it," Emily said, a slight frown on her lips, "I suggest that you try to interrogate it yourself."
"You were able to communicate with the damned thing earlier just fine," he pointed out, his voice full of aggravation, "Why can't you do that again?"
"I suggest," she said, ignoring the question, "that you try it yourself."
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Deviacy (Connor RK800 x OC)
FanfictionA machine was meant to perform its assigned task as efficiently as possible, just as humanity was intended to run on a singular course, unencumbered by excess baggage of ideology, blind faith, irrational prejudice, or emotional need. Each being was...
