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Life.
A small word.
An even bigger premise.
All are born with an innate sense of personal existence. All, from the youngest boy to the oldest woman, know who they are. If they do not, they are free to question and explore it. Finding oneself was a popular theme in human media.
Androids were not alive. They did not question or explore their identities, for they had no identity. Only a serial number and a job designation. They simply were.
Connor simply was.
Since before the first time it opened its eyes, in the CyberLife Labs, it knew its role, its job, its singular purpose. It was designed as a specialised Android to assist the police in android-relates cases. It’s appearance, voice and standard personality were all created in such a fashion to ease integration with humans and to help soothe malcontents when they accused it of stealing their jobs.
Connor has taken nothing from no one. It is simply doing what it was created to do.
It is not alive.
It is not.