Exhale overheated fumes. Inhale cool air. Snap back at the human.
"I'm not alive!"
It's a simple procedure. The Critical threshold warnings fade away slowly, and Connor pushes up off the wall, LED spinning down to yellow as he turns to more properly address his 'rescuer'.
"As basic reading comprehension would tell you—" a hand jerks up, tapping sharply at his jacket "—I can't be 'hurt'. So if you thought—"
Connor is a machine. He isn't alive. He can't die. And whether he's shot or hit or lit on fire—however distracting the error flags might be—he knows he can't experience pain.
Still, his LED jolts back to red. Still, the words cut off with a small stutter of inhaled breath. The melted, damaged synthetic skin across his face... smooths, reforming faster than it should, and he stiffens.
no subject
"I'm not alive!"
It's a simple procedure. The Critical threshold warnings fade away slowly, and Connor pushes up off the wall, LED spinning down to yellow as he turns to more properly address his 'rescuer'.
"As basic reading comprehension would tell you—" a hand jerks up, tapping sharply at his jacket "—I can't be 'hurt'. So if you thought—"
Connor is a machine. He isn't alive. He can't die. And whether he's shot or hit or lit on fire—however distracting the error flags might be—he knows he can't experience pain.
Still, his LED jolts back to red. Still, the words cut off with a small stutter of inhaled breath. The melted, damaged synthetic skin across his face... smooths, reforming faster than it should, and he stiffens.
It—hurts.