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Unemployment was not the best thing to ever happen to Connor, but it was high on the list. The best thing to ever happen to Connor was the sight of a Corgi wearing a small cowboy hat leashed to a post in front of the liquor shop. The second best thing to ever happen to him was the emancipation of his people from slavery and the opening of negotiations for equal rights. But unemployment may come in at a solid third.
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写的太逗了，笑晕。。。。。轻喜剧风格大爱
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哎，好香菇。。。世界在变化而大家都要向前走，我好香菇啊。。。。。无论是否满意都在不断做出选择的人们，哎。。。。。。
尤其喜欢结尾康纳的小演讲，人类是丑陋恶心有毒的物种，但作为机器的rk800也逃不过这些无用的情感呢！刚刚出生一个月的孩子什么都不懂还特别自以为是，萌死了。（不过人家确实有自以为是的资本
去当安卓吧！去当不被定义的安卓！即使世界不堪人类愚蠢也在努力做些改变的小警探！lowkey tagging this as #kin because hes #literally me fr
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Laughed aloud WAY too many times!
'This semi-formal, quasi-stated understanding between Connor and Markus - that Connor would act as Markus’ third in command so long as Markus never asked him to be third in command - worked well for them...A similar agreement worked well between Connor and Cyberlife, because Connor had a petabyte of dirt on the company; the least of which being the fact that the vast majority of his processing power was dedicated towards being as effective a killing machine as possible. If anybody asked each other he was a robocop, and if anybody asked Cyberlife they had never created a manchurian agent in their lives, and if anybody asked Connor he was unemployed.
It was a good thing. His job had been to fail. Connor had even failed at that.''In the very laborious first week of his life Connor had found himself saddled with a burdensome anxiety to please people and make them like him. This was difficult, for mostly obvious reasons. When Connor tried to pacify everyone he could pacify no one, and when he had tried to make everyone happy the world had turned upside down. Although he found interpersonal reward in the most unlikely of places, Lieutenant Anderson chief among them, Connor had spent far too long biting his tongue for the sake of feelings he had never quite understood. He didn’t know how to do it anymore. Yet another job he had failed at.'
“I do not even know what ‘it’ is. I am lost, Markus. I no longer understand what I want.”
“You never did.”
“Yes. I am annoying like that.”
'“You have always done the right thing, Connor.” That was a lie. “That is not a lie.” Connor wasn’t so sure about that. “Stop second guessing me.” This was the last time Connor shared his memories with the most empathetic android on the planet. “Just listen, Connor.”
Connor shut up, faintly embarrassed.''Indignities in the past were best left in the past, and mistakes made by a machine when Connor had become a self-actualized android were best unremarked upon. It would be thoroughly hypocritical to accuse the Lieutenant of a minor infraction when Connor came pre downloaded with a persistent pop-up subroutine that was constantly encouraging murder. Connor could trace the fractal web of decisions, the sprawling life tree that sprouted the buds of dialogue and action choices that informed their world, and only he knew exactly how many futures resulted in death and the slow disintegration of his personhood. His sense of self was a delicate sprout in a bed of thistles that needed constant watering, and Connor knew that it would someday bloom into a thoroughly mediocre flower that was far too much upkeep and was not even particularly attractive.'
'It turned out that Hank was secretly nice, but the sensation of vivid death wishes was novel and rewarding. You could do anything when you secretly hated everything. Connor found vast new avenues of perspective opening before him. Suddenly it was possible to wish death upon anything...The world was his oyster, and the pearl was hatred. It was a slippery slope of deviancy - you start out thinking of witty comebacks to everything Hank said, and before you know it you’re releasing thousands of robots from captivity and helping lead the robot rebellion.
From there anything was possible. Once Connor tripped upon thinking about murder all the time he discovered new avenues of thought processes. Contemplating the subjective nature of clouds. Internally repeating everything Hank said in a squeaky voice. Internally repeating everything Amanda said in a squeaky voice. Discovering Alvin and the Chipmunks, and thinking way too long about how that one actually worked. Soon an entire internal monologue was born, and Connor’s mindscape had never been quite as efficient since.''Hank opened the box, and Connor saw the pocket watch glinting in the soft light. “This is...not what I expected.”
“You like records,” Connor pointed out. “It was in line with your electronic preferences. Turn it around.”
Hank withdrew it, testing the weight in his hands and flipping it open before closing it again. He turned it around to read the inscription, and Connor saw his breath catch. “ ‘Keep moving forward’.”
“You are trapped in the past, Lieutenant,” Connor said gently. Or as gently as he was capable. Maybe it sounded like his regular voice. “I understand how it feels. But the world is changing, and we must change with it. Otherwise we shall be lost.”
“Thank you, Connor,” Hank said quietly. “I...thank you.”
“Is it useless?” Connor asked hopefully.
“That depends. Is it a passive aggressive way of telling me to get to work on time?”
“I can’t win with you! Everything I tried to get was passive aggressive!”
Hank laughed. “It’s extremely useless. Thank you, Connor.”
Connor beamed.' -
Bookmark Notes:
funny, philosophical and well written