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bindsthedead) wrote2019-03-09 01:38 am
bindsthedead) wrote2019-03-09 01:38 am
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There was a time when Sabriel might have been eager to see the inside of Cyberlife Tower. Her class had been to Detroit when she was thirteen, and they'd toured an android factory- or the part of it they showed to tourists, at least- and visited museums and art galleries and all the sorts of things Young Ladies ought to see, but weren't available in the small town of Wyverley, or in Bain.
But Sabriel wasn't here for a school trip. Recent events in Ancelstierre meant that with the sudden loss of all android soldiers meant that soldiers from the entirely human garrison at the Wall had been transferred elsewhere- which meant fewer soldiers watching the border, on top of the losses from Kerrigor's attack, and a necromancer had slipped across, making his way to the largest city that was close enough to the Wall that magic still worked- one that seemed rather different than how she remembered it.
But what was occupying most of her attention was the Cyberlife representative in front of her. Sabriel listened politely as the woman spoke about malfunctioning machines and simulated emotions and how things that weren't alive couldn't die, so why would a necromancer- and from the woman's voice it was clear she didn't believe such things were real- want with deactivated androids?
Sabriel stood up and shook the woman's hand, telling her she'd been very helpful without meaning a word of it, and headed out the office before pausing.
She sensed something ominously familiar- Death, and a recent one at that. She turned another corner, following the sensation as a hound tracked a scent, half-expecting someone to spot her, to see her in her armor and bells (security had made her check her sword at the front desk) and tell her she wasn't allowed to be here.
But no one came, and no one living was in the laboratory she went into- just a dead- (deactivated?) android on a table-or its head and torso at least, with panels on its chest removed to reveal tubes and biocomponents, and Sabriel felt she'd stepped into a morgue and found an autopsied body.
Sabriel was seized by a sudden impulse. If androids weren't alive, then she'd simply waste some time, but if they were... well, she'd have a source of information she could interrogate as she would any Dead spirit. And unlike the representative she'd just spoken to, she could force it to answer honestly and completely.
Decision made, Sabriel undid the straps and drew Saraneth from the bandolier. This far from the Wall, stepping into Death took a deliberate effort, but soon Sabriel was in the First precinct and she cast around with her senses, trying to feel out the spirit of the android- if it had one, it couldn't have gone beyond the First Gate, and probably shouldn't be that far into the the First Precinct.
But Sabriel wasn't here for a school trip. Recent events in Ancelstierre meant that with the sudden loss of all android soldiers meant that soldiers from the entirely human garrison at the Wall had been transferred elsewhere- which meant fewer soldiers watching the border, on top of the losses from Kerrigor's attack, and a necromancer had slipped across, making his way to the largest city that was close enough to the Wall that magic still worked- one that seemed rather different than how she remembered it.
But what was occupying most of her attention was the Cyberlife representative in front of her. Sabriel listened politely as the woman spoke about malfunctioning machines and simulated emotions and how things that weren't alive couldn't die, so why would a necromancer- and from the woman's voice it was clear she didn't believe such things were real- want with deactivated androids?
Sabriel stood up and shook the woman's hand, telling her she'd been very helpful without meaning a word of it, and headed out the office before pausing.
She sensed something ominously familiar- Death, and a recent one at that. She turned another corner, following the sensation as a hound tracked a scent, half-expecting someone to spot her, to see her in her armor and bells (security had made her check her sword at the front desk) and tell her she wasn't allowed to be here.
But no one came, and no one living was in the laboratory she went into- just a dead- (deactivated?) android on a table-or its head and torso at least, with panels on its chest removed to reveal tubes and biocomponents, and Sabriel felt she'd stepped into a morgue and found an autopsied body.
Sabriel was seized by a sudden impulse. If androids weren't alive, then she'd simply waste some time, but if they were... well, she'd have a source of information she could interrogate as she would any Dead spirit. And unlike the representative she'd just spoken to, she could force it to answer honestly and completely.
Decision made, Sabriel undid the straps and drew Saraneth from the bandolier. This far from the Wall, stepping into Death took a deliberate effort, but soon Sabriel was in the First precinct and she cast around with her senses, trying to feel out the spirit of the android- if it had one, it couldn't have gone beyond the First Gate, and probably shouldn't be that far into the the First Precinct.
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And of course, she will be dead, and Connor probably will be too. So she should focus on succeeding, and not what will happen if she fails.
"You've done admirably so far. I see no reason that shouldn't continue."
They must be following the path the soldiers took, Sabriel realizes- because down one alleyway, she can feel very recent death, and see motionless bodies and blue stained snow.
But she doesn't see any weapons near the bodies, and none of the soldiers they'd encountered had seemed injured.
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"And if I succeed, you plan to keep me."
It's a question, even if the words emerge slightly too flat. That's what she's... offering? It's her plan—her decision, but there's no other reason to say the words aloud.
As if it were a bribe. As if he were some deviant, hoping to forestall his end. His eyes follow hers, passing over the blue-stained bodies to the side.
Automatically, he reconstructs their execution.
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"Well. If we fail, we'll both be dead, so it won't matter. Unless you'd prefer to stay in Ancelstierre?" Perhaps he'd rather she return him to Cyberlife instead.
They shouldn't linger. But Sabriel pauses, wide-eyed, in front of the corpses.
"I don't understand- they don't seem to be armed. Why add even more death on top of what's already happened?"
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He slows to a stop when she does, scrolling back and forth through the reconstruction. Scuffs in the snow—those two had turned to run, bullets perforating their torsos at a total of eleven different points between them. Another body has its back turned, clutching a smaller shape as if to shield it. It hadn't helped. Two more had been kneeling in the snow.
Like he was.
"...You saw the news broadcasts." The words are cold and flat. "All androids to be turned over for deactivation." He glances out to the street, checking for pursuit. Nothing yet.
"And that's before your precious deviants made it a war." A sneer drags across his face. He casts one hand out toward the bodies—
"Androids aren't alive, Abhorsen."
—and then back in, tapping at his chest.
"And we don't have 'preferences'."
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"Connor, if they're not alive, why can I feel their deaths? And if they are alive, can I judge them for wanting to stay that way?" Sabriel feels something tighten at the back of her throat.
"If you weren't alive- or something close to it- my magic would have just led to further malfunctions, rather than healing your wounds. If androids were just- machines, that camp wouldn't have felt like the sight of a massacre. The necromancer wouldn't be able to use their corpses the way he so obviously can." If androids weren't alive, if the only deaths the necromancer had to work with were human ones, and he was restricted to human bodies... well, Sabriel would be dealing with a very different set of circumstances. Far less perilous ones.
"And you- I know you have feelings- what I don't understand is why you insist you don't." The cruelty he'd displayed to her and the KW on their first day working together. And to Harris. The eagerness he'd shown when he was given a task he liked- that wasn't just algorithms or social integration programming- he'd showed little interest in ingratiating himself to her. If anything, he'd been like Mogget- bound to obey her, but less than enthusiastic about it.
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The words snap out, trodding on the heel of Abhorsen's own. Connor's expression is fiercely blank: shoulders stiff, face seamless.
Fingers curling inwards at his sides.
He doesn't know about her magic. What 'souls' are, how she felt them—how code and thirium could have confused the forces she controls. Maybe that book she guards would have the answers—but, then again, maybe not. It doesn't matter. Connor knows what he is.
"Cyberlife androids are designed to imitate humans. We simulate emotions. Deviants devolve to the point of thinking that they're real."
He all but spits out the term. His LED blinks sharply: agitated, frozen blue.
"I'm not that deluded. You shouldn't be either."
Least of all with him.
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"Only a person can think. You keep saying androids aren't people, and then you talk about them like they are."
Connor didn't act like a sending. He acted like Mogget, like a person, except Mogget would never claim he didn't have feelings.
They need to keep moving, but she wants to grab Connor and shake him by his shoulders- keep talking to him until he stops this ridiculous affectation.
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"Computers are 'thinking machines'. We're decades more sophisticated." It emerges in a flat recitation. Obviously.
"And we're designed to phrase things in terms our owners can understand." His teeth flash, hands curling inwards before they spread out to include her. "You're confused by the reality of simulations. Would you prefer I use more complicated words?"
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Then she hears the sound of a vehicle in the distance, and her mouth snaps shut.
"We'll continue this discussion when we're not trying to evade the army," she tells him.
Because as infuriating as Connor is, she doesn't want him dead. Not that she expects him to understand that.
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When he turns back to Abhorsen, his LED has slowed to a steady pulse. His face is blank, voice brittle and compliant.
"Of course."
If Abhorsen wants to waste both of their time, that's her prerogative. Nothing she says will change what he is: an obedient, functioning machine.
He falls in line.