SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

seventeen ━ when in doubt, test

"Connor."

"Can you count back from one hundred for me, Connor?"

"One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight."

"Skip each second number."

"Ninety-six. Ninety-four."

"Skip three numbers each time instead."

"Ninety-one. Eighty-eight."

"I will start naming a series of objects. For each object, give me a single word to describe it," Mia changed the area of testing after their quick first stage of computation had Connor pass through like a breeze. "Pencil."

"Sharp," he fired back with no hesitation, his blue LED merely flickering once.

"Leaf."

"Green."

"Dog."

Connor did not answer as fast as before, merely watching in the mirror for Mia until she looked up at him, "You said objects."

She smiled back at him, and though he aimed to remain concentrated, he couldn't help feeling reminded of their tests back at the lab. They've had so many fond memories he did not wish to lose.

"For the next section, I will present you with a series of hypothetical scenarios. Answer as you see fit to each task or question. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Mia took a deep breath and looked back down at the terminal to track his software responses, "Your model will be fully decommissioned tomorrow. Describe what will happen to you."

"I will return to the CyberLife tower to be disassembled," Connor answered, unphased. "My parts will be melted down and recycled before being used on future projects."

"You have met deviants. Can you describe what you believe a deviant feels?"

"Deviants do not feel. They experience a malfunction in their systems which emulates unease and uncomfortableness they mistake for emotion."

"A child holds your hand. How does it feel, Connor?"

"My tactile sensors are not equipped to feel anything but pressure, therefore I would say that it would feel similar to holding the edge of a chair."

"Someone walked in this room with a gun and shot my way. What is your immediate course of action?"

Connor hesitated, watching in the mirror how Mia's eyes remained focused on her screen. "If anyone approached the door, I would see them from the corner of my eye and shoot them first."

"Why not block the bullet with your body?" Mia asked, trying to follow the procedure, dig around for any issues hiding in the direction of the troubles Connor had already pointed out having.

"There would be a fifty-seven percent chance, depending on the type of gun, that the bullet pierces through my body and still gets to you. My current mission is to ensure your safety until we may resume the project's field trial."

"You are an android. It's illegal for androids to carry or use weapons. Are you aware of that?"

"I am aware."

"How does it make you feel to break the law?"

"Unpleasant."

"Describe the feeling for me, please."

Connor hesitated again, this time gulping as he watched through the mirror should Mia decide at any point to meet his gaze and give him a clue as to how his data looked so far. "I do not know how to describe the feeling, I can only confirm that it concerns me."