[Her question is met with a slight tilt of his head, almost as if he doesn't quite get why she's asking, before he shakes his head.]
No. That won't be necessary. All CyberLife androids are waterproof.
[And as to prove his point, he's stepping closer to the water, until it's touching his shoes. No deeper than that, though, if only because his current outfit isn't really suitable for being on the beach.
After a beat, he adds:]
... But thank you for asking. It's very thoughtful of you.
Correct. [Zoe is truly one of the good ones...] Though I'd rather not in my current attire. I won't find a suitable replacement in the temple if I happen to ruin this one.
[Suitable replacement, as in one that follows the laws of his own world. Sad.]
Like... I was really, really happy the loophole worked and that guy didn’t die. But right after that, I got really confused and... Surprised, I guess is the right way to put it?
[Certain Things gets met with Certain Things, apparently. He knows the moment she realizes it, of course. He can hecking feel it. But that doesn't stop him from trying to put a lid on it so he can pretend this has nothing to do with him.]
—Zoe? [Stop?? Looking at him????????] Is something wrong?
You came to talk to me because you were feeling weird things too and you didn't know where they were coming from. Right? And you happened to be feeling weird things at the exact same time I was. Including right now, while we're talking.
I apologize— But your entire premise is flawed. [Firmly. Insistently.] If you've been Strung Red, then I'm not the other party. I'm a machine. You can't receive emotional feedback from something that has no feelings. It's impossible.
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No. That won't be necessary. All CyberLife androids are waterproof.
[And as to prove his point, he's stepping closer to the water, until it's touching his shoes. No deeper than that, though, if only because his current outfit isn't really suitable for being on the beach.
After a beat, he adds:]
... But thank you for asking. It's very thoughtful of you.
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That’s pretty cool. So you could go swimming if you wanted to?
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[Suitable replacement, as in one that follows the laws of his own world. Sad.]
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[She tilts her head, though.]
So, what’s up?
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Can I ask you a question, Zoe?
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Yeah, sure. Shoot.
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[Huh.]
Why?
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"Weird." In what sense?
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... I see. [Frowning. Hm.] And would you consider those emotions to be your own?
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...Oh, shit.
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—Zoe? [Stop?? Looking at him????????] Is something wrong?
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[til one of my friends is a repressed roomba]
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[LET HIM BE REPRESSED.]
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Why did you ask me that specific question today, Connor?
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[That is bullshit and Zoe 100% knows what she's talking about, tbh.]
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Wow. You are such a fucking liar. Good to know.
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[Also: Still grinding his feelings into the dirt. Let him live.]
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[Connor, please.]
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I apologize— But your entire premise is flawed. [Firmly. Insistently.] If you've been Strung Red, then I'm not the other party. I'm a machine. You can't receive emotional feedback from something that has no feelings. It's impossible.
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Not in the same way a human would.
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