Connor did, upon arrival, try to rationally explain that he is an android, and though there might be something like DNA in certain of his biocomponents, it is not actually DNA and he might not be the best candidate for whatever this is supposed to be. It was met with entirely deaf ears.
And so here he sits, at what was sold to him as a 'networking event', but what looks like an interrogation if only the suspects interrogated back. Helpfully, he's holding a piece of paper in front of him with such things as...
"If you were a celebrity, describe your signature fragrance."
He manages to ask this with a straight face and a perfectly affable tone of voice. But the LED on his right temple is going in quick little yellow circles.
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03. entry position, 36 years experience req'd
It's not lack of money that makes Connor march his way into the job fair bright and early a couple of days after arrival - it's curiosity. He asked himself what it is people - other people, he has to remind himself of his own personhood sometimes in little ways like this - do with their lives, and the first answer he thought of was that they work. He's never had a job before. (Some might argue that he absolutely has had a job - he was a detective. Connor would argue that he was more like a piece of--
"Roomba technician."
--a piece of equipment.)
"It seems like these terminals came programmed with a sense of irony," he says, half to himself...but also sort of to his neighbour at the terminal over.
Connor | Detroit: Become Human | OTA
Connor did, upon arrival, try to rationally explain that he is an android, and though there might be something like DNA in certain of his biocomponents, it is not actually DNA and he might not be the best candidate for whatever this is supposed to be. It was met with entirely deaf ears.
And so here he sits, at what was sold to him as a 'networking event', but what looks like an interrogation if only the suspects interrogated back. Helpfully, he's holding a piece of paper in front of him with such things as...
"If you were a celebrity, describe your signature fragrance."
He manages to ask this with a straight face and a perfectly affable tone of voice. But the LED on his right temple is going in quick little yellow circles.
--
03. entry position, 36 years experience req'd
It's not lack of money that makes Connor march his way into the job fair bright and early a couple of days after arrival - it's curiosity. He asked himself what it is people - other people, he has to remind himself of his own personhood sometimes in little ways like this - do with their lives, and the first answer he thought of was that they work. He's never had a job before. (Some might argue that he absolutely has had a job - he was a detective. Connor would argue that he was more like a piece of--
"Roomba technician."
--a piece of equipment.)
"It seems like these terminals came programmed with a sense of irony," he says, half to himself...but also sort of to his neighbour at the terminal over.
Irony or self-hatred, or ironic self-hatred.