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Connor stared at the swinging doors leading to the diner and through the ocular conjoined windows where glossy red stools and patches of sunlight were visible through. Contemplating a decision mid-execution wasn't something he usually did. Routes were planned in advance and adjusted on the fly based on new information, but he'd run across no one since his first morning at the inn. Instead, he was stuck in a self-defeating loop. All attempts to communicate with Cyberlife or even access the world wide net were unsuccessful each and every time. Even entering stasis resulted in nothing--Amanda wasn't even present in the virtual garden. Connor had opened his eyes to his designated room of pastels from a lifeless, frozen hellscape and felt no better for it. But while he still functioned, he could still investigate on foot. Gather testimonials. Seek other residents for advice.

Really, that was the only thing left.

Finally passing through the threshold, Connor took a quick stock of the diner and deemed it no different from any other--no hidden cameras or bugs. At the sight of the first body--a cook and presumably a human (though he'd learned not to assume)--Connor approached the counter. "Hello."

Date: 2019-02-12 04:57 am (UTC)
st_ormbreaker: (This place is perfect for you.)
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"Is pop culture knowledge pertinent to your mission?" Thor asks lightly.

Date: 2019-02-12 05:24 am (UTC)
st_ormbreaker: (Confused.)
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"What's with the coin?" he asks, directing a finger towards Connor's breast pocket. It's been the biggest mystery of this entire conversation.

Date: 2019-02-12 05:45 am (UTC)
st_ormbreaker: (Hella charming.)
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"It's not exactly something most people would do in public." At least when not prompted to.

Date: 2019-02-12 05:59 am (UTC)
st_ormbreaker: (If you were really here I might even giv)
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"You seem fine to me," Thor says; he wouldn't go so far as to say he'd mistake Connor for a human. Setting aside the device at the side of his head that strangely reminded him too much of the Obedience Discs back on Sakaar, there was something slightly off about him that Thor couldn't quite put his finger on. "Your programmer did a good job."

Date: 2019-02-12 06:12 am (UTC)
st_ormbreaker: (This place is perfect for you.)
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"Plenty," he says. "Thanks for the conversation about AI. It was enlightening."

Thor might have been better off not knowing how risky Tony's procedure was, but he was glad to know it. If he could, he wasn't going to allow Tony to do it again.

Date: 2019-02-12 06:19 am (UTC)
st_ormbreaker: (If you were really here I might even giv)
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"Thank you," Thor says, with genuine appreciation. "If there's anything you need, feel free to send me a message." Thor's not entirely sure that there's anything that Connor might need, just as he's not sure there's anything the Tony AI might need (aside, perhaps, from a body).

Date: 2019-02-12 11:10 pm (UTC)
st_ormbreaker: (If you were really here I might even giv)
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"Yes," he says, watching Connor. "Send me a message if you see her."

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