[It saddens him to think that there's another world out there that is so similar to his own. Is there any world anywhere where synthetic life forms are accepted and treated with equality and respect? Equality and respect that they don't have to fight and sacrifice for, that is. His own eyes hold sympathy as he watches her.]
As I was. [There's more to his story as well, but she's right- it's for another time.
He shakes his head at her questions, his eyes becoming haunted.]
Let me back you up a little, if I may. There has only ever been one Connor, who has gone through several bodies. I...I don't remember a lot of the beta testing that my model- that I -went through. Every time the android body failed or I suffered a mental break, I was reset and the affected memories were deleted. After I had gone through fifty android bodies, I was placed into model number -51 and sent out into the field for the first time to negotiate a hostage crisis. If body number -51 had been destroyed, I would have uploaded my memories to Cyberlife's servers and thereafter would have inhabited number -52 until it got destroyed, and so on. Fortunately, I somehow managed to survive and have retained the body of -51. I don't have many clear memories beyond that first field test. The only other Connor that was active at the same time I was was model number -60, who was sent to hunt me down after I deviated- but even -60 had uploaded all of my previous memories up to the point of my deviation, so there really wasn't much in the way of differentiation. I don't know if I can even say that Sixty was a copy, as my memories were just as real for him as they are for me. Being a prototype, my model as it is was never meant for commercial production anyway. Even being allowed out into the field was another beta test.
[He blinks in surprise upon learning that even replicants in the same series all have unique faces. Individual Cyberlife androids have different serial numbers, but aside from facial variants in models like the WR400 Tracis, Cyberlife models are fairly cookie-cutter. Even the Tracis have hundreds of androids with the same faces of each variant.]
Our serial numbers are also unique, but...how were they able to craft individual faces for each of you? That would be tremendously time-consuming on the scale needed for mass production. [As far as he's concerned, it makes them all unique, which has both pros and cons for a hunter like he was designed to be. He tilts his head, already formulating another question.]
Did the Tyrell Corporation name all the androids in a model series the same name the way Cyberlife did, and did different series have different functions and purposes?
[He's barely stopping himself from hissing Cyberlife's name every time he speaks it. He understands.]
Like I said, I was the only deviant hunter, and I apologize for the misunderstanding. I was labeled that by my own kind before I became one of them- a deviant. Hence the nickname. I guess even after I deviated it was hard for me to shake the name. Cyberlife never referred to me in that fashion.
no subject
As I was. [There's more to his story as well, but she's right- it's for another time.
He shakes his head at her questions, his eyes becoming haunted.]
Let me back you up a little, if I may. There has only ever been one Connor, who has gone through several bodies. I...I don't remember a lot of the beta testing that my model- that I -went through. Every time the android body failed or I suffered a mental break, I was reset and the affected memories were deleted. After I had gone through fifty android bodies, I was placed into model number -51 and sent out into the field for the first time to negotiate a hostage crisis. If body number -51 had been destroyed, I would have uploaded my memories to Cyberlife's servers and thereafter would have inhabited number -52 until it got destroyed, and so on. Fortunately, I somehow managed to survive and have retained the body of -51. I don't have many clear memories beyond that first field test. The only other Connor that was active at the same time I was was model number -60, who was sent to hunt me down after I deviated- but even -60 had uploaded all of my previous memories up to the point of my deviation, so there really wasn't much in the way of differentiation. I don't know if I can even say that Sixty was a copy, as my memories were just as real for him as they are for me. Being a prototype, my model as it is was never meant for commercial production anyway. Even being allowed out into the field was another beta test.
[He blinks in surprise upon learning that even replicants in the same series all have unique faces. Individual Cyberlife androids have different serial numbers, but aside from facial variants in models like the WR400 Tracis, Cyberlife models are fairly cookie-cutter. Even the Tracis have hundreds of androids with the same faces of each variant.]
Our serial numbers are also unique, but...how were they able to craft individual faces for each of you? That would be tremendously time-consuming on the scale needed for mass production. [As far as he's concerned, it makes them all unique, which has both pros and cons for a hunter like he was designed to be. He tilts his head, already formulating another question.]
Did the Tyrell Corporation name all the androids in a model series the same name the way Cyberlife did, and did different series have different functions and purposes?
[He's barely stopping himself from hissing Cyberlife's name every time he speaks it. He understands.]
Like I said, I was the only deviant hunter, and I apologize for the misunderstanding. I was labeled that by my own kind before I became one of them- a deviant. Hence the nickname. I guess even after I deviated it was hard for me to shake the name. Cyberlife never referred to me in that fashion.
...Are you able to interface?