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🏠︎ Connor | F5 R01
✉ connor@dualislink

🕪 "This is Connor. You can leave a message for me after the beep and I'll be in touch."

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“Makes sense,” she says, nodding agreement with Connor’s assessment. “It’s easy to get stuck with only what you know. But they still need some kinda wakeup call, ‘cause what they’ve been doin’ ain’t gonna cut it.”

Nick presses a finger to her lips, signaling to Connor the need for caution again as she flips the EMP switch off. She then reaches for the tool kit she’d borrowed for possible use in repairing Connor’s knee.

“Navi was OK - that’s what we called the ship. Those bastards didn’t even bother giving the ships a proper name, just called ‘em ‘Navigator.’ So we shortened it to Navi. Lotta people spent a lot of time yelling at Navi, but shit wasn’t their fault. Navi was as lost as the rest of us. Just trying to find their way home.”

Not unlike the people here, like Connor and herself, who’ve been snatched here against their will. Nick selects a few tools to start with and sighs.

“Well, you ready to let me take a stab at makin’ your knee all better?”

He feels the odd sensation coming over him from the EMP, and nods. It's a feeling he might liken to the hair standing up on the back of his neck, were he human.

"Right." He stands, fluidly despite it being one-legged, and quickly pulls his pants down and off with zero shame. He could have pulled his pant leg up, but that's more awkward. Easier to just get the fabric completely out of the way.

"I know that as an AI, I could be put into an advanced enough ship like that. And Navi could probably be put into my body, and it shouldn't make any difference to us." He flexes his knee, or tries to, but it's a jerky movement that feels like it's scraping along shards of broken components. The two wounds gape, dark and grotesque. "But I guess it really affects how organics treat us all the same. I look human. I'm much easier to treat with respect for some people.

"Would you rather my skin stay on or come off?" he asks, glancing up from the knee. "I can switch it on and off, I mean. I don't have to peel it or anything."

...He's not helping.

Nick's seen enough weird shit in the past few years that Connor's sudden de-pantsing and offer to switch his skin off just earns him a light laugh of amusement. It also helps that he's not a creep, so it all comes across as genuinely helpful.

"Let's go with off for now," she says, and sits down on the floor so she can work on his knee at a better view. She frowns faintly as she gives the damage a thorough visual inspection.

"Navi wasn't AI - they were grown, like test tube babies? Except they're space ships. But you'd kinda get into the ship if you were on it, I guess - everyone got these weird symbols on their hands, mine faded when I ended up here, and Navi had one too." She taps at the center of her forehead to indicate where that symbol was located. "Navi didn't really talk, but we had this - mental link? I think that's what you'd call it, basically Navi talked to us all telepathically. Everyone on the ship also had a partner, and you could talk to your partner that way, too. Navi said they were powered by the energy made by good partnerships - which I guess ain't the weirdest thing. The assholes in Hadriel were powered by emotions. At least Navi didn't do shit like bury us alive to scare us."

He nods, and the skin on his leg seems to flicker before it vanishes entirely. The affect of skin was already a little shaky in that area - cutting out in the area of the bullet holes before reactivating in sporadic bursts - but it did a passable job of hiding the damage. Now, it's very visible - the bullet had gone through what would be the kneecap of a human, but on Connor is much more complex machinery. Then it had burst out the back of his leg with a much larger exit wound.

The leg feels exposed - more so than he feels with his pants off - and it feels odd looking at the dark hole in the front of his leg, feeling the shards of polymer and occasional bit of wiring hanging out of the back, so he's grateful for Nick talking while she sits next to it.

"Huh." He leans back in the chair, tries not to stair at Nick so intently while she examines the leg. "I'm used to people being able to talk into my mind, but I can imagine it must be difficult when you're not used to it."

He decides not to ask about the buried alive part, or the general torment. It's probably not easy to talk about. But he can't help his face twisting at the mention of it all the same.

"Could you read each other's minds, or just send and receive messages?"

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