Inbox: Upcycled

[syntech]

[Just that simple, automated voice saying 'leave a message'.]

This page also serves as the text inbox for Ethan's Upcycled phone, as well as for any more secure networks he/someone may set up to use.

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[313_248_317_60]

['Keep me informed.' It's at the edge of Connor's vocalizer. A tactful extraction. (A chance, maybe, of being warned if things go 'well'.) And then he can retreat from the conversation. Retreat from here, bury himself in his new orders until he can ignore the suffocating pressure in his core.

It's at the edge of his vocalizer, but the human interjects. It's at the edge of his vocalizer, but he doesn't want the words to skip when they come out. So he waits, LED bathing the wall in intermittent crimson.

He listens.

RK800s are designed to be ideal partners. To encourage productivity. To adapt to the humans they work with and accommodate for any flaws. It's the purpose of their social modules (and Connor doesn't know why his predecessor always seems to have so much more success). They're designed to listen and support. They're designed to be replaced. To be destroyed at need and exchanged seamlessly, one for the next without disruption.

Partnership doesn't mean longevity. It certainly doesn't mean control. Connor's eyes are fixed on Ethan, mouth uneven, LED still swirling red as he checks and rechecks the human's face for lies.]

...

I don't want it to know about the room.

[syntech]

[What he'll see, when he finally speaks again, is relief. No disappointment, no frustration, not shock.

It's not perfect, he knows that. They'll doubtless have plenty more of these little problems, where everything sits just askew enough to grate on one or both sides. But it's progress.]

{Then he won't. Consider it added as a parameter of the agreement.}

[Zero hesitation, not the slightest shift of posture or gaze.]

[313_248_317_60]

[Connor sees it. And Ethan will see, too, as Connor's LED spins down to gold. The android nods. Breathes—a little less steadily, but somehow the choking pressure still lets up.]

Good.

[Should he say more? There's plenty Connor doesn't want, but... 'Anything I was thinking of will stay an idle thought unless it's agreed to by you'. If Ethan meant that, if he does check before disclosing secrets... maybe it will work.

And if it doesn't, Connor will at least have somewhere to run to.]

Did you have other questions?

[syntech]

[There's probably a fair bit that sits on the implication of the first boundary, where it's up to Connor whether he wants to make them solid or not. Or, well, that would be the norm, between them.]

{Not many. For clarity's sake: I hadn't intended on keeping entirely quiet when we've finished the work fully. Do you have any stipulations for that point?

Likely, the shared information would just be things to watch out for, for the sake of safety. I'm not in any hurry to give up an advantage.}

[it's... Weird. How easily he settles into it now. He'll blame the experiences of the last week, markedly humbling as they've been, along with just... Actually taking a moment to think.]

[313_248_317_60]

[When they'd... finished the work? Connor hadn't considered a specific endpoint, no. He blinks, head tilting the slightest fraction to the side, but ultimately shakes his head.]

Nothing particular.

[He thinks another moment.]

Safety warnings would be fine.

[He's warned more than one person himself about the phones' proclivity to eavesdrop. Even if he'd come to regret one of those warnings in short order.

Anything past that... well. Connor would certainly prefer to avoid advantaging someone.]

[syntech]

[Honestly, it's sensible enough. The network is a nebulous aspect of their lives and it's been there the whole time, so thinking beyond it can be strange at best.]

{Alright. Beyond that, I can't think of anything else, really.}

[They both probably have plenty of questions, but they're not the kind of questions good for this particular conversation, or... probably aren't things the other want to talk about, right now.]

{... It's good to have you back, Connor.}

[His feelings surrounding both androids might be somewhat complicated, but he does enjoy having them both around in their own ways.]

wrap?

[313_248_317_60]

[Connor nods, filing away the key points of the discussion. It's plenty to think about, certainly. He'll need to get back to his mission, but he spares a glance for Ethan's comment. He's been 'back' for a full week. But maybe Ethan just means it as a pleasantry?]

...It's good to be back.

[Polite echo or genuine assessment... the words don't seem out of place.]