That was all Connor's could read before his lines and lines of commands jumbled into a scrambled mess. Immediately he knew this wasn't a normal 'wake up'. First of all, he didn't remember being shut down. 'Dying' either. Last he recalled, he'd left Hank at the station, ready to confront the leader of deviants, to solve his case, to fulfill his purpose of being made.
And now he was here. But where was here?
Connor's eyes open, looking up at a rotting ceiling. He doesn't recognize this place, scouring his memory banks of all he had. He doesn't know where he is, simply because he is denied to know. He quickly runs the command again and is given the repeated answer that he is indeed, disconnected from Cyberlife.
Odd. That's never happened before. Ever.
Connor sits up and looks around. A room. Several beds. All equally grungy as his own. A kids room perhaps? There are chests... probably the most colorful things in this room. Perhaps a dorm instead? He notes the chest nearest to his own bed and has that programmed detective like urge to start poking about. He stands with little trouble -all motor functions and biocomponents optimal; that was something at least- and begins to inspect the contents. His LED on his temple flickered with hues of yellow with each sentence he reads from the pamphlet.
This information...No. It made no sense. Quirks? Super Powers? Was this the reason for his scrambled command prompts? What was VA? Why was there a training ground for an academy? Did this mean there were other 'students'? Were they like him and taken? What was the point-
Before he could gather his thoughts to analyze, an old scratchy intercom blared a voice. A voice that was no doubt the person behind his current predicament. Friendly? But... sinister. Smart. Only someone as such could ever orchestrate something so extravagant. It was very rare for Connor to be caught completely off guard. And yet, here he is, listening to some weird instructions and being forced to participate in an academy?!
And that realization made the whole situation terribly undeniable. This wasn't some new simulation. This wasn't some glitch as far as he could tell. This was real. He didn't know where he was, or if anyone knew he was missing. He needs answers. N̶ o̴ w̵.̷. His line to Cyberlife, to his source of information was broken. He couldn't reach the outside world. Is this what it's like to be human? Connor doesn't like. He doesn't like it at all. And that fact did something to give a haze of static across his vision and an unneeded hitch of air into his chest. His LED flickered a maddening red.
>S̴O̴F̵T̶W̷A̵R̶E̵ ̶I̴N̶S̷T̵A̴B̴I̴L̷I̴T̵Y̸ ︽
The notification jerks Connor out of his void of unending thoughts, blinking away the static. This was would probably be where Hank would tell him to 'get his fucking shit together'. There was no use to sitting in a grimy room pondering the lack of answers. He was, after all built to find answers. And find them he shall.
Connor left the contents of the chest back where he found them, straightening up his Cyberlife issued tie and heading for the the door outside of his room. Dorm. Prison. As Hank would say: Whatever. He had a new mystery to solve. And the sooner he understood it, the sooner he could get home and complete his true mission.]
~~~
A [Connor has since been wandering the hallway of the the academy, frequently stopping and staring about, scanning and filing away information to his memory, trying to take in anything and everything to understand this mystery.]
B [He may also be found in the courtyard, fixated on the overgrown fauna, maybe poking at a flower curiously, or spacing out (scanning) around the yard.]
C [Conner can be seen in the library as well, looking about the ruined books in equal fascination and disappointment, not finding the clues he's seeking.]
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>MOTOR SYSTEMS: ONLINE
>FORESNIC SYSTEMS: O̷̡̓N̸̼͋L̷̡̐Í̵̹N̵̬̾E̴̬͘
>CYCBERLIFE NETWORK CONNECTION: O̸͒̄ F̵͂̄ F̶̀̚ L̶͘͝ Ḯ̴͂ N̶̈̒ E̷͖̊
>N̴E̵W̷ ̶M̴A̷N̶U̵A̴L̸ ̴D̷A̸T̶A̴ ̷I̵N̸P̵U̴T̵:̵ ̵
That was all Connor's could read before his lines and lines of commands jumbled into a scrambled mess. Immediately he knew this wasn't a normal 'wake up'. First of all, he didn't remember being shut down. 'Dying' either. Last he recalled, he'd left Hank at the station, ready to confront the leader of deviants, to solve his case, to fulfill his purpose of being made.
And now he was here. But where was here?
Connor's eyes open, looking up at a rotting ceiling. He doesn't recognize this place, scouring his memory banks of all he had. He doesn't know where he is, simply because he is denied to know. He quickly runs the command again and is given the repeated answer that he is indeed, disconnected from Cyberlife.
Odd. That's never happened before. Ever.
Connor sits up and looks around. A room. Several beds. All equally grungy as his own. A kids room perhaps? There are chests... probably the most colorful things in this room. Perhaps a dorm instead? He notes the chest nearest to his own bed and has that programmed detective like urge to start poking about. He stands with little trouble -all motor functions and biocomponents optimal; that was something at least- and begins to inspect the contents. His LED on his temple flickered with hues of yellow with each sentence he reads from the pamphlet.
This information...No. It made no sense. Quirks? Super Powers? Was this the reason for his scrambled command prompts? What was VA? Why was there a training ground for an academy? Did this mean there were other 'students'? Were they like him and taken? What was the point-
Before he could gather his thoughts to analyze, an old scratchy intercom blared a voice. A voice that was no doubt the person behind his current predicament. Friendly? But... sinister. Smart. Only someone as such could ever orchestrate something so extravagant. It was very rare for Connor to be caught completely off guard. And yet, here he is, listening to some weird instructions and being forced to participate in an academy?!
And that realization made the whole situation terribly undeniable. This wasn't some new simulation. This wasn't some glitch as far as he could tell. This was real. He didn't know where he was, or if anyone knew he was missing. He needs answers. N̶ o̴ w̵.̷. His line to Cyberlife, to his source of information was broken. He couldn't reach the outside world. Is this what it's like to be human? Connor doesn't like. He doesn't like it at all. And that fact did something to give a haze of static across his vision and an unneeded hitch of air into his chest. His LED flickered a maddening red.
>S̴O̴F̵T̶W̷A̵R̶E̵ ̶I̴N̶S̷T̵A̴B̴I̴L̷I̴T̵Y̸ ︽
The notification jerks Connor out of his void of unending thoughts, blinking away the static. This was would probably be where Hank would tell him to 'get his fucking shit together'. There was no use to sitting in a grimy room pondering the lack of answers. He was, after all built to find answers. And find them he shall.
Connor left the contents of the chest back where he found them, straightening up his Cyberlife issued tie and heading for the the door outside of his room. Dorm. Prison. As Hank would say: Whatever. He had a new mystery to solve. And the sooner he understood it, the sooner he could get home and complete his true mission.]
~~~
A
[Connor has since been wandering the hallway of the the academy, frequently stopping and staring about, scanning and filing away information to his memory, trying to take in anything and everything to understand this mystery.]
B
[He may also be found in the courtyard, fixated on the overgrown fauna, maybe poking at a flower curiously, or spacing out (scanning) around the yard.]
C
[Conner can be seen in the library as well, looking about the ruined books in equal fascination and disappointment, not finding the clues he's seeking.]