[The hallucination is already an unkind one, translating Arenvald’s statements and movements into words doused in blame and an unwillingness to cooperate a second time. And why should Daniel listen? Rationally, Connor’s at the disadvantage. Logically, the same lie won’t work a second time, trust already having been shattered the moment a sniper’s shot tore through him.
Rationally. Logically. Lines of code wail and screech in his processing, trying to reconcile themselves with each other, reaching to find a means forward, pushed by a desperate want to see this end differently—
All of that his jarred loose from its hinges when Arenvald steps forward. Connor only sees Daniel raise his gun in his direction and make like he’s going to move aggressively, and in a snap-flash, calculations are made, decisions are banked on, and Connor jolts forward with the speed of the RK800 prototype.
His body’s already half-twisted to avoid the incoming bullet, which means that Arenvald will be met with the blunt force of the android’s shoulder. But if it’s enough to loosen Daniel’s grip on the girl, for Connor to loose her away so that she’s safe — even if they both go careening off stories and stories to the pavement below — then so be it.
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Rationally. Logically. Lines of code wail and screech in his processing, trying to reconcile themselves with each other, reaching to find a means forward, pushed by a desperate want to see this end differently—
All of that his jarred loose from its hinges when Arenvald steps forward. Connor only sees Daniel raise his gun in his direction and make like he’s going to move aggressively, and in a snap-flash, calculations are made, decisions are banked on, and Connor jolts forward with the speed of the RK800 prototype.
His body’s already half-twisted to avoid the incoming bullet, which means that Arenvald will be met with the blunt force of the android’s shoulder. But if it’s enough to loosen Daniel’s grip on the girl, for Connor to loose her away so that she’s safe — even if they both go careening off stories and stories to the pavement below — then so be it.
At least he never lied this time.]