Markus is a lot more generous and progressive in his thinking than many of the androids who lived in fear of the Deviant Hunter, but Connor would appreciate the sentiment. Connor's demons are never far, lying just below the surface and always threatening to break through. No doubt Markus has some demons of his own, being responsible for not only the success of their movement, but in keeping the momentum going once they'd achieved their initial goal. Connor isn't unsympathetic; he understands how dedicated Markus is to the cause and how frustrated he must be to find himself unable to be there now at such a crucial point, when android rights are still so vulnerable to the fears of human politicians.
"Don't you think I haven't thought of that? I don't think so, Markus. I mean that- I really don't think we are. It's too complex, with too many variables that I don't think even Cyberlife is capable of programming in. I don't think I would be that easy to fool, and what would be the point? Why trap us here in a simulation like this?" Connor takes a few steps deeper into the vines, spreading his hands and looking over the field before turning back to Markus. "It's too..." Quaint? Fantastical? Whimsical? "Illogical. Cyberlife wouldn't program a scenario that includes magic, oracles, temples or zombies, and it certainly wouldn't program a simulation that includes an emphasis on self-discovery. The last thing they want is androids trying to figure out who they are. And why would they include people who claim to be from different times, different planets, different universes? Believe me, Markus, I've spent a lot of time analyzing everything I can, and- I'm convinced it's real. I don't think this is a simulation."
Connor notes the color with interest, his own a rich amber, caught between the orange it was originally and the yellow he's been working toward. It makes sense that Markus would be closer to self-actualization than Connor is.
"No, Markus. You don't understand. I'm not trying to defend this place, or what's been done to us, but at the same time I'm not sure I would have come to some of the realizations about myself back in Detroit that I have here, because of what I've gone through- it was the obstacles placed before us that helped me to come to some of that self-awareness. We're playing to outside influences, but the discoveries are our own, and we're all on different paths. Sometimes those paths intersect, and sometimes we have to come to our truths by ourselves."
Connor obliges Markus and takes the photo, but he still wishes he could find a better way to explain things to help Markus make more sense of this place. Markus is approaching this head-on, a series of tasks to accomplish in order to reach an end goal, kind of like Connor with his old mission. Connor's learned by now that brute-forcing his way through the lessons of the islands is a sure way to backslide.
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"Don't you think I haven't thought of that? I don't think so, Markus. I mean that- I really don't think we are. It's too complex, with too many variables that I don't think even Cyberlife is capable of programming in. I don't think I would be that easy to fool, and what would be the point? Why trap us here in a simulation like this?" Connor takes a few steps deeper into the vines, spreading his hands and looking over the field before turning back to Markus. "It's too..." Quaint? Fantastical? Whimsical? "Illogical. Cyberlife wouldn't program a scenario that includes magic, oracles, temples or zombies, and it certainly wouldn't program a simulation that includes an emphasis on self-discovery. The last thing they want is androids trying to figure out who they are. And why would they include people who claim to be from different times, different planets, different universes? Believe me, Markus, I've spent a lot of time analyzing everything I can, and- I'm convinced it's real. I don't think this is a simulation."
Connor notes the color with interest, his own a rich amber, caught between the orange it was originally and the yellow he's been working toward. It makes sense that Markus would be closer to self-actualization than Connor is.
"No, Markus. You don't understand. I'm not trying to defend this place, or what's been done to us, but at the same time I'm not sure I would have come to some of the realizations about myself back in Detroit that I have here, because of what I've gone through- it was the obstacles placed before us that helped me to come to some of that self-awareness. We're playing to outside influences, but the discoveries are our own, and we're all on different paths. Sometimes those paths intersect, and sometimes we have to come to our truths by ourselves."
Connor obliges Markus and takes the photo, but he still wishes he could find a better way to explain things to help Markus make more sense of this place. Markus is approaching this head-on, a series of tasks to accomplish in order to reach an end goal, kind of like Connor with his old mission. Connor's learned by now that brute-forcing his way through the lessons of the islands is a sure way to backslide.