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[instabilitatem]

I am Connor. The android sent my Cybrerlife.

[text] [voice] [action]

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[theroadwarrior]

[... Connor...

Max hums, low in his throat, and considers the silence that follows.]

Usually better at answering questions.

[instabilitatem]

I am, yes. [Connor's programming is blaring, loud, sharp. Still not answering the question.]

[theroadwarrior]

Mm.

Can't, or won't answer?

[He does wonder. How far this apparent programming goes.]

[instabilitatem]

I'll answer if you instruct me to. [But there's a strong undercurrent of he would prefer not to.]

[theroadwarrior]

[His eyebrows raise.]

Would you rather I guess?

[instabilitatem]

I don't want to hurt him.

[theroadwarrior]

Mm... Can't be helped, if you're completing the mission.

[instabilitatem]

[And this is the moral quandary Connor is facing.]

I suppose you're right.

[theroadwarrior]

[Max wonders about that...

But he'll switch gears a little. Get more information.]

What does he want for you? This friend of yours.

[instabilitatem]

He wants me to be safe and happy. [Which is still something Connor is trying to figure out.]

[theroadwarrior]

Easy thing to want. Hard to obtain.

Safety and happiness... it's limited.

[instabilitatem]

It is. Even more so in Solmara.

[theroadwarrior]

[A soft hum of agreement, as Max seems content to leave the conversation on that thoughtful note.]

Call us. If anything important comes up.

[And enjoy the freedom while you can, because there's a possibility they won't get to have it too much longer, depending on how things go.]

[instabilitatem]

Of course.

[Connor, too, is feeling the pressure.]