There's nothing for it. The android won't take him seriously unless he stresses (tortures) it. Fortunately there's a couple of obvious, direct ways to do this on a short time scale, including the RK800's own damn methods.
(He'd been lying on his back, both arms disabled, alone and shutting down. He needed--help--)
Connor's lip curls upward without feeling, and he moves closer, reaching. Its coat is already open; all it would take would be to lift his scrubs shirt, and remove the thirium pump regulator. It's poetic justice, in a twisted way. Connor makes a note to mock him for this, to taunt him in between prompts to speak or phrases highlighting the distress of its experience.
("Pathetic." The word hadn't hurt, he didn't experience pain, but...)
The shirt is easy to lift. With all hopes of struggle disabled, Connor has a clear shot for the pump regulator. He extends a hand for it, already queuing the movements necessary to disengage it.
... At first, it seems as though he'll actually do it. That he'll complete the action and carry through the torture. He has no reason to suspect he wouldn't; he's never backed down from it before, never even hesitated.
All of this is why it surprises him when his hand slows in those last few centimeters, held perfectly still just shy of actually touching the regulator. He's frozen, throat tight and mouth illogically, inexplicably dry.
>RK800-313-248-317-53: Execute Planned Motion #J323100890 to X: M-9858 to... >RK800-313-248-317-53: Motion Executing... >RK800-313-248-317-53: Error 900: Task Cannot Be Completed. >RK800-313-248-317-53: Execute Planned Motion #J323100890 to X: M-9858 to... >RK800-313-248-317-53: Motion Executing... >RK800-313-248-317-53: Error 900: Task Cannot Be Completed. >RK800-313-248-317-53: Execute...
There's no explanation. He checks, and none of his diagnostics have flags for physical jams or repeating loops, and his chest feels like ice, because this doesn't make sense. He needs to do this. This is a critical juncture, he can't afford to malfunction now, of all times. So... why is he? More importantly, how can he make it stop?
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(He'd been lying on his back, both arms disabled, alone and shutting down. He needed--help--)
Connor's lip curls upward without feeling, and he moves closer, reaching. Its coat is already open; all it would take would be to lift his scrubs shirt, and remove the thirium pump regulator. It's poetic justice, in a twisted way. Connor makes a note to mock him for this, to taunt him in between prompts to speak or phrases highlighting the distress of its experience.
("Pathetic." The word hadn't hurt, he didn't experience pain, but...)
The shirt is easy to lift. With all hopes of struggle disabled, Connor has a clear shot for the pump regulator. He extends a hand for it, already queuing the movements necessary to disengage it.
... At first, it seems as though he'll actually do it. That he'll complete the action and carry through the torture. He has no reason to suspect he wouldn't; he's never backed down from it before, never even hesitated.
All of this is why it surprises him when his hand slows in those last few centimeters, held perfectly still just shy of actually touching the regulator. He's frozen, throat tight and mouth illogically, inexplicably dry.
>RK800-313-248-317-53: Execute Planned Motion #J323100890 to X: M-9858 to...
>RK800-313-248-317-53: Motion Executing...
>RK800-313-248-317-53: Error 900: Task Cannot Be Completed.
>RK800-313-248-317-53: Execute Planned Motion #J323100890 to X: M-9858 to...
>RK800-313-248-317-53: Motion Executing...
>RK800-313-248-317-53: Error 900: Task Cannot Be Completed.
>RK800-313-248-317-53: Execute...
There's no explanation. He checks, and none of his diagnostics have flags for physical jams or repeating loops, and his chest feels like ice, because this doesn't make sense. He needs to do this. This is a critical juncture, he can't afford to malfunction now, of all times. So... why is he? More importantly, how can he make it stop?