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Post by Redfleck on Sept 21, 2018 16:58:12 GMT -5
"Once again, an android was found dead at her job. Colleagues of hers testified that she had been experiencing strange glitches—but just like previous cases, her diagnostics had reported nothing wrong.... What could possibly be wiping out the android population? Mr Park, your insights? I know you're an avid techie yourself...."
Connor stood by the coffee maker, eyes glued to the TV screen and fingers fiddling with his coin. Though he appeared relaxed, his mind churned with one thought after another: compiling data, running calculations, checking errors, fitting theories, finding correlation, and so on and so forth. His LED pulsated yellow. Circling, circling.
It was widely thought that there was a virus infecting these androids. Connor didn't disagree; in fact, he considered that was almost certainly true. But where had it come from? Some pointed to the anti-android activists. Others believed it was a side effect of turning deviant. Connor…had yet to arrive at a sturdy conclusion. For one, there simply wasn't enough information. He could draw literally any theory out of the existing data. It was useless to consider.
At the moment, Jericho was focused on the treatment of infected androids. Establishing quarantines, giving lessons on how to maintain secure firewalls, but they had made little process on finding an actual removal method. Even with the help they've been trying to provide, Jericho could not stop the virus from killing hundreds of androids. With every passing day, an average of fifteen androids' lives were taken by this unknown illness, and they were useless to stop it.
Useless, until Connor could get something to test his programs on. Markus wouldn't allow him to test his or Detective Floyd's programs on the quarantined androids, and normal machines didn't behave the same way deviant androids did when exposed to or infected with the virus.
"We simply cannot make any progress with the way things are now," he stated, leaning onto a nearby table. His gaze went from the television screen to Parthor Floyd, the hacker of the police department, sitting right beside him. "There must be a way to convince Jericho to let us test our cures," he said. "They will die, but we can't let them die in vain. We've got nothing else, detective."
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 21, 2018 16:59:37 GMT -5
~∂єѕтιиу You can post your character form here in this page! Uh... I decided I wasn't going to post one for Connor, since I feel that I would rp his personality into the responses anyways. That said, you only really need to write the appearance for Prathor. I'll probably get a grasp on Prathor's personality anyways as you rp—but if you want to have the reference down, feel free to write it! I'm just saying that because I'm not writing one for Connor... Also, I'm currently playing around with different rp post formats. So I might end up replying with some style of post, then another style, etc. If it bothers you, don't hesitate to let me know.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 23, 2018 11:44:42 GMT -5
No the diffrent font doesn’t bother me at all! Also no worries about Conner, I’ll figure him out soon enough!
Prathor Floyd - Human - 27 — Prathor stands 6’2 with a lean build, his shape kept refined and athletic despite the solitary profession. His face is sharp, with a narrow nose and slightly slanted, hooded eyes. His expression is naturally cold and harsh - something that betrays he true nature in most cases. He has tan skin, his cheeks laced with old acne scars and covered head to toe in freckles. His eyes are deep blue, hidden by thick eyelashes and an intuitive squint. His hair his thick and wavy, though he keeps it cut short enough it can’t fall into his face. It’s a dark black and generally kept sleek with product that is distinct just enough to define his musk. — Prathor sat in the seat to the left of the android he was working with, his gaze focused on the the swirling contents of his cup as he rotated his straw around the mixture. The coffee had just enough creamer to only soften the deep watery brown into a thick chocolate like color, and he’d been stirring it long enough that there was no possible way it could still need mixing. The man was too distracted to notice he was no longer obligated to give his drink anymore attention - listening intently to what the television had to say on their case.
It seemed as though they were retrieving body after body, and yet they hadn’t discovered a single thing about the source of the deadly malfunction. Markus had tested his patience when he was denied the opportunity to play around with one of the infected androids, but he supposed it was all in good nature. The droid was rightfully stressed, but he didn’t seem to understand how agonizing it was for him to not know how to fix things - especially when he was supposed to be the expert. He was certain he was right, after all he had to be, but until he was given the right to test his science he was just another idiot left wondering how things would get better. Frustration ignited the halt of his straw, although the coffee around it continued churning.
The intimating glare fell short when Connor spoke, and he turned to look at him as he extracted his straw. He remained silent for a moment as Connor voiced the truth, quietly tapping the stirring instrument on the rim of his cup. He couldn’t say working with an android was his ideal situation, as he didn’t enjoy being shown up by others. The man had grown up unpleasantly, and had to work daily to keep his figure appealing, and shave his face every night - while the seemingly man-like creature next to him had none of those responsibilities. Annoying as it was, it didn’t dampen his opinions, nor effect his work. Connor was tolerable enough. “Unfortunately, our hands are tied unless permission from Jericho, which doesn’t seem likely anytime soon. Can’t say we have many options left...damn,” he sighed a bit, clearly peeved by that fact.
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 23, 2018 18:03:02 GMT -5
If Connor noticed the other man's aggravation, he surely didn't show it. At that moment, he was too busy deciding for himself how to proceed. No one knew anything about android forensics yet. And dead shells of plastic revealed nothing. Connor knew that; he had probed the memories of those dead androids himself. Nothing was there, and it wasn’t even due to the virus—deviant androids automatically unlinked from Cyberlife’s network, meaning that once the android shut down, all of its information just…vanished.
Connor closed his eyes. They needed a real specimen who was alive right now. Not some corpse. Not another corpse. What options were there?
[X] NOTHING [O] FORCE > [∆] TRY AGAIN Connor had done nothing for too long. Everyone had done nothing for far too long. And force? That was out of the question. This was the Detroit police; Connor could never suggest something like kidnapping a sick android. Unless-
“I doubt we’ll discover anything if we keep investigating dead androids like this,” he began, eyes peering down at Prathor's swirling coffee. “I suggest we pay Jericho quarantines another visit.”
Connor's LED glowed a strong yellow; he had yet to create testing procedures, a hypothesis, and—most importantly—safety precautions. What if this virus found its way onto the police network? What if infected Connor? What if the android died before they could make significant progress? Even if more androids were willing to be poked and prodded for the greater good, Markus wouldn't allow for more androids to be sent to solitary confinement and potential torture. As he awaited Prathor's response, he initialized outcome generation and let it run—something he normally did before he voiced anything, but… well he didn't yet have an explanation why, but it probably had something to do with his deviancy.
//PRECONSTRUCTION COMPLETE// Filters: NOT "no functioning androids"
IF "at least one sick android found functioning at Jericho quarantines", THEN "it is willing to be tested on" Future Objective = find more androids to test on; discover treatment; discover cure OR "it is unwilling to be tested on" Future Objective = find other androids to test on; discover treatment; discover cure
end of preconstruction
That was the most unhelpful scan ever, thought the android, suppressing an eyeroll. But perhaps it emphasized how little anyone knew—about androids, about the epidemic, about everything happening now. The only information Connor had to go on were remarks and theories on social media. Nothing he considered trustworthy enough to use as a basis for his deductions.
“We need a sick android,” he added quickly. He finally removed his eyes from the coffee and looked at the detective. ”And it needs to be alive and functioning. If someone is willing to be a test subject, then Markus can't refuse.”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 25, 2018 16:25:10 GMT -5
Sorry the past few days have been a handful))
As Connor spoke the man nodded, fingers tapping around the cup as the thought. Unlike the android beside him, his thoughts were a swirling an unorganized attempt - so he supposed working with someone so naturally headstrong was beneficial for the decision making process. In this instance, perhaps, he’d like to hear an easier option. A small sigh escaped him as he heard the android’s words, shaking his head a little. It was true that they’d likely keep hitting dead ends if they didn’t restyle their efforts, but connecting with Jericho sounded just as pointless.
Markus was a warrior - a leader in fact - and he’d taken a thought to be mindless species and made them something new. His entire being thrived off of rebellion and strong determination. That meant changing his mind was like engaging in another war. Interesting enough, Markus seemed to have a habit of winning despite impossible circumstances. As an outsider, it seemed obvious that the androids would want a cure, but at the same time he knew it was difficult to potentially sacrifice the lives of his people. There was a lot to jeopardize by putting their future in the hands of a man and a previous Cyberlife dog, but with a sigh he pointed out; “He’ll just have to have some faith in our abilities - and in the fact our motives are true.” The second part was a quieter comment, but still spoken with heavy weight.
“The issue is, we can’t just go around asking who’s willing to trust us unless we address only the already sick. How much time does an android have after recognizing their illness and breaking? We only have a relative period to convince any potential subjects...working fast is ideal...a frustrating fact considering we haven’t even begun moving forward.”
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 27, 2018 18:27:11 GMT -5
"He’ll just have to have some faith in our abilities - and in the fact our motives are true."
Connor nodded without saying a word, letting his eyes close as Prathor said the latter part of the statement. There was no doubt that Jericho and Markus didn't yet trust him—after all, he was the former deviant hunter. Furthermore, he still worked for the DPD, and although he had turned deviant he still retained that mechanical personality. Markus might have spared him, but even then he knew the rest of Jericho held their own personal grudges; if Markus himself wasn't skeptical of him, the rest of Jericho would be. North had once made it clear that she despised him, and she wouldn't be alone in that...
"We may not be moving forwards now," said the android, "but it's better to start late than never." He lifted his hand and hesitated for a millisecond—detective's shoulder or the table?—before he brought it down on the table with a clunk. It was enough to create a ripple in the detective's coffee, the hot drink sloshing upwards and just barely remaining contained inside the cup. "This will give us a chance to seek a cure. Even if it's only one android."
If they managed to snag an android for testing, Connor knew for certain he could discover the virus's means of infection—and ultimately how a sick android shut down. With that information alone it wouldn't be long before the investigation team could produce a working treatment. In a couple months, they could even have a cure. And by then they should be working on exterminating the virus from every system nationwide.
But...what if he couldn't do it? That prediction was surely too optimistic... He must have missed something- No, that was impossible. He was a machine designed to solve cases. But what if he didn't know everything? Information in the real world wasn't perfect, so naturally his own predictions weren't perfect either... Connor groaned internally, sending his LED flickering red for a split second before circulating blue again. In any case, it all depended on if they could find an android who would comply to their tests.
"We need something, Detective Floyd," said Connor finally, beginning to step away from the table. "I'll…"
A pause. His programming demanded they not contact Markus, that they force their way into the quarantine without the revolution leader's approval. If Markus didn't let them in, then there was no plan. Technically, the best course of action was to break in themselves, lie to the androids, and ask for their cooperation—without Markus' knowledge. In the corner of his vision flashed a brief error notification: Software Instability.
"It's best for the mission if we avoid contact with Markus while visiting the quarantined androids." His suggestion was matter-of-fact and confidently voiced, yet his LED still pulsated yellow. "Why don't we start moving after break? I already know a place we could use to store sick androids."
~∂єѕтιиу _ I'm sorry for the late response.... School has been killing me lately, so I almost feel as if this response might even be a bit low quality. I don't know. My apologies; once things have blown over I should be more consistent with my replies! I always feel like such a nerd writing these out lolol it makes me happy and slightly self-conscious at the same time.... It's been a while since I've done fandom rps, so.
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Post by Redfleck on Oct 1, 2018 20:21:19 GMT -5
~∂єѕтιиу Just a reminder that it's your turn to respond to the rp!
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Post by Redfleck on Oct 5, 2018 17:35:54 GMT -5
~∂єѕтιиу Prathor and Connor are waiting to save the androids! (Obviously not without a little action going on first.) If it's moving too slowly right now, perhaps I could write a timeskip ahead to the android quarantines? If there's anything I can do to make this rp more interesting, please tell me.
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