[Part of Connor, even now, sometimes wants to claim that he isn't deviant; it's something--not being deviant--that was so integral to everything he was supposed to achieve that it feels almost like suddenly being considered a different species. It feels foreign and unnatural at times, even though in others he can recognize clearly all the things that make him more than a machine.
Most of the time it's somewhere in between, though, like now. He can feel wanting to have preferences, and that he does have preferences, but at the same time it's almost like those preferences are coming from someone else and he's just relaying them. It's... Strange.
But he's trying, even if all he can really manage to Maeve's response is a small nod of understanding and agreement; he feels distant from the whole thing, even while engaged, and even while recognizing that her agreement to include something blue causes a positive emotion. Maybe it's just that he still doesn't care much about the clothing thing, but she seems to and so he decides to ask--]
You said you were looking to expand your own wardrobe. What are you looking for for yourself?
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Most of the time it's somewhere in between, though, like now. He can feel wanting to have preferences, and that he does have preferences, but at the same time it's almost like those preferences are coming from someone else and he's just relaying them. It's... Strange.
But he's trying, even if all he can really manage to Maeve's response is a small nod of understanding and agreement; he feels distant from the whole thing, even while engaged, and even while recognizing that her agreement to include something blue causes a positive emotion. Maybe it's just that he still doesn't care much about the clothing thing, but she seems to and so he decides to ask--]
You said you were looking to expand your own wardrobe. What are you looking for for yourself?