Senses Heightened.Memory Uncorruptable.Strength Unmatched Except By Those Of His Own Model.

Senses heightened.  Memory uncorruptable. Strength unmatched– except by those of his own model.

Messages from CyberLife always came with the trailing scent of freshly picked roses, still moist with morning dew. They were spoken in the voice of a woman he had never met in person, but whose face he knew better than his own. Hers was more comforting than any human, or machine even, he’d ever had the pleasure to work with. Even scolding or disappointed, she was there for him, leading him down the right path to where he needed to be. She had never let him down, so it was only fair that he do the same. 

Good, Connor. You are doing well.

The message was all that he was greeted with on that particular morning. There was little time to waste, CyberLife was still combing through the city to find any current generation of machines that may have been corrupted, as well as those who weren’t. They had reason to believe some may have slipped through the cracks, and thats where Connor came in. His duty and objective was the hunt down and destroy deviants, returning their bodies to CyberLife for further study.

And he always accomplished his mission. 

A simple hum was his only answer to Jon's initial comment. Best not to push him too far on that subject, "Just because I am not the Archivist does not mean I am not busy. There is the rest of the institute to handle, lest you forget that."

Elias just exhaled a small sigh, "Jon, do you still not understand all I do for you? All I do to aide you on this path of understanding? I imagine it is easily missed by you as it is not nearly as grandiose as kidnapping you."

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@arcxivist : ❛  have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself ?  ❜ - For Elias

"Of course I have." Thinking back on his life, all the time he had lived, all that he has seen. He's known many people that have drifted too close on his path, all of which did not typically last. The road Elias walks is a solitary one, but it is at least not lonely.

"But, as I am sure you are well aware, Jon, our... Field, if you will, does not make it particularly easy to keep certain connections. Yes, I have had people I cared about in my life. And I have watched them die because that is what I must do."

Kamski tags -

>>0012{ i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend }kamski.ic

>>0012{ coded brains and blue veins }kamski.aes

>>0012{ beware; for i am fearless and therefore powerful }kamski.musing

>>0012{ the creator }elijah kamski

>>0012{ not all memories lost are forgotten }kamski.drabble

>>0012{ what it means to be alive }kamski.hc

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>>1012{ what can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man? }v.canon

spending alone time with myself is very therapeutic.

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