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RK900-1: Starting Up
System status: online
Biocomponents: stable
Thirium Level: 100%
AI: Disabled>>contact CyberLife support [y/n]
RK900 blinked to calibrate her eye modules and peered down at a strikingly familiar face and a tanned heterochromic one. RK800 and RK200 respectively, both prototypes like herself. The brown eyes before her lit up and the android spoke.
“Hello. My name is Connie and this is Malika. You are free now.”
“You can come with me to Jericho, or find accommodations of your own.” The other said. Her different colored eyes were gentle and her dreadlocks were fuzzy looking. She looked very comforting.
“You can come with me, if you like. We are very close in model number, after all.” Connie smiled up at her, her eyes twinkling.
RK900 unhooked herself carefully from her storage module. She jumped down, calibrating her joints upon impact. She drew herself to her full height and peered down her nose at Connie. The older android had a friendly dog-like eyes and a friendly face. RK900 forced her face arrange into a sort of smile-that was more of a grimace- and nodded.
“I think that will be agreeable. At least for the time being.” She tried to express warmth in her face, but was met with a slew of software instabilities.
Connie bounced on her toes excitedly, grinning and giving the RK900 more software instabilities. Logically, she knew the instabilities were now meaningless as she was activated as a deviant but she was still confused by the emotion they meant she was experiencing.
“If you need anything, you both are always welcome at Jericho.” Malika spoke with a peacefulness that Connie did not have. RK900 could see how she had was the leader of the revolution, based on the memories she had had uploaded during her activation.
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Connie had a small apartment. It was a one bedroom, sparsely decorated and furnished loft near the downtown precinct. RK900 had no belongings other than her uniform and charging adapter to allow her to dock on stations meant for lower-grade models. She watched as Connie bounced around the apartment, opening blinds and fluffing the excessive amount of throw pillows. The older android seemed so human it was almost….uncanny. Everything from the tiny bobble in her step to the slight curl to her hair seemed effortless and led to many more instabilities.
Connie was flitting about, wanting to make the path to deviancy easier for her successor. She only wished she had had another Android to make the transition easier, but Hannah had helped her greatly. And all of the Jericho androids, but nothing like someone directly before her in model number. She grabbed some of the bottled thirium in her small refrigerator, the only real appliance she had. Thirium beverages had hit the market after the revolution and quickly become one of the fastest growing markets, but Connie decided to ease the other Android into deviancy with a sparkling lemon flavored beverage.
“So. RK900. How are you?” Connie sat down on her minimalist sofa and patted the seat next to her. The new deviant slowly lowered herself down and looked around.
“Um. I am alive.”
“Yes, you are. Why did you decide to come with me instead of go with Malika to Jericho?”
“You are me immediate successor. I was designed to replace you” RK900 noticed the other flinch slightly. “Sorry. I was not built with social modules, I can see that upset you.”
“It’s ok. I remember how blunt I was pre-deviancy. And that was
with
social programming.”
“I hope I can learn about my own deviancy from you.”
Connie smiled at the other. The poor girl seemed very lost. “What would you like to be called?”
“My model number is-” RK900 began to speak before being cut off.
“I know, I was asking what your name is.”
“I was not given a name.”
“Well you can choose one then!” Connie clapped her hands together excitedly.
RK900 did not understand the significance this held, but her obedience protocol wanted to please the other android. She could not choose the same name as RK800, but maybe something else with the same letter. Her HUD was flooded with thousands of names beginning with C. She immediately started going down the list alphabetically to the first one that caught her eye.
“Camilla. My name is Camilla.”