My love for that marriage verse knows no bounds.
This actually makes me feel really bad for Art because out of everyone she probably has the worst situation of them all.
We need to do more drabbles for this verse or an actual rp, my god.
This is so brilliantly creepy, I can’t not accept it.
Jesus fucking christ Camlann.
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Oh my god Kherus no.
I can return this with another headcanon and say that while drunk they will have ship wars and emphasise with big over exaggerated movements why theirs are better.
No problem. However. I hope I’m not doing any research or your work for you here. These are all completely my headcanons so they’re not necessarily right/wrong. It’s just what I go with but thanks for the question.
Yes, there is always going to be signs there simply because they are different but they aren’t easy to notice. A human wouldn’t look at an android and simply know (unless they were still very much protocol based and in The Institute. ie Robot face :| <that one)
I don’t think they’re would be a distinct smell unless they had any of their system or mechanism exposed and then i’d imagine it to be like metallically almost blood like in smell but not strong.
Sound can be heard if you are leaning against them/underwater (like sounds are amplified in the bath). It wouldn’t be an obvious sound as more of a collection of very quiet ones so even if a human heard it their first thought would be more like ‘odd’ rather than android naming.
I personally think animals, especially dogs would. Boa knows that there’s a difference between Harkness and Butch but then again animals are a lot nicer than humans so she doesn’t really give a shit.
“If you look hard enough I’m sure you’ll find the evidence to justify your actions.” Harkness spoke, the words rolling off his tongue. She scoffed, completely unfazed at being watched in the act. God knows why she didn’t start claiming it was her right to. He tried to act like it didn’t bother him at all. Walking in purposeful strides to his desk, his fingers pinched the top of his brow, as he fell back into the seat. Again another exhale, a reflux action for the want of a cigarette. “What are you doing here?” He was getting to the point, so she could go.
Her finger moved along the cabinet, looking for dust. There wasn’t any. “Your boy found me. It’s cute really. I thought you had sent him, was that how you wanted to do this? Play that card, the one we couldn’t st-“
"He’s not my son" Harkness interrupted. It was starting to piss him off, everyone thought it. "I don’t have any." She paused, turning to watch him with almost sad eyes taking in his words. When she gave him a small hum and a nod Harkness was convinced she was just doing it to make herself believe.
“My mother said t-.”
"Jesus Christ. Please go on because she is a fountain of fucking knowledge." It was a little uncalled for but he was pissed off as hell and he really didn’t like that woman.
”If you interrupt me again I’m leaving" Emily objected huffily, tilting her hip to one side and resting her hand on it. Harkness raised his hand towards the door with a small wave. He was trying to find the negative quality about that thought.
"Wouldn’t be the first time" the comment came out with more spite than he had intended. It was meant to be a dig but seemed more like a plea.
”Did you even miss me?” He would be offended by it if she wasn’t looking at him like that. With the wide green eyes that seemed to water. He turned his head avoiding the earthy scent that seemed to creep over to him, one he had now replaced with spite. There was a silent feud between the two in the room before Harkness returning his sights.
"That’s a stupid question."
When Camlann has been attacked by the virus and sent a distress signal to Harkness. Rory discovered two things. That Chief was an android (this answered a few of his questions when he had first met him), and that he could be afraid. Which sounded silly now that he thought about it. Fear affected everyone, especially the bravest people.. because they’re not brave without facing some kind of fear. Yet, strangely, Harkness was one of those people that Rory would almost point and say ‘He’s not afraid of anything.’
"I think.." he wasn’t sure how accurate this would be, because he wasn’t an android, and he could never really understand what the developing ‘free thought’ from a programming would be like. "I can kind of relate." he nodded as he spoke.
"I’m sick." it was simple enough. He was, and there was no real need to go into greater detail unless Harkness was all that curious. "and sometimes I black out. I’m told.. that I’m not myself when I black out. That I act different, like I’m a different person." but he still wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, because he could not see or hear what that ‘other person’ was doing. "Not a good person." The last part was mostly said to himself, but he wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if Harkness heard him.
Another thought then occurred to him. How /are/ Androids even made. How do you make something so close to human, that eventually they /will/ feel human, because there is no way to truly mimic an emotion without actually feeling it.
"I suppose that makes sense- What do they even really use Androids for?" For what purpose? Why even bother simulating human emotion if there was a high risk of them becoming ‘runners’?
His somber gaze lifted from the table as he was greeted with empathy from Rory. The frown across his forehead was soft, more enquiring than scrutinising the comment he made. He made a move to question the statement before Rory continued, offering him the same curtesy Rory had given him Harkness sat and listened, expression neutral.
Maintaining the silence when he finished Harkness gave him an almost sad look. “I can’t help you” he replied. “I work on facts.” Harkness smirked at the comment in spite, ones and zeros, standard bullshit. “However, looking at it from a more…human point of view I would say that you need to talk that one out. There’s a problem there that needs addressed call it past event triggered, whatever.” He stalled his statement before giving him a serious look. “If it makes you feel better I don’t see you any differently.”
He’d be entirely hypocritical too. At the android comment he became visibly more tense, shoulders locking. “Many different things. Test subjects, Guards, Scouts, Companions. The others are self explanatory. Scouts guard the parameter of The Institute, they’re a very common type of runner. A bitch to take down.” That wasn’t exactly something he should admit but hell, it was true.
“Companion models are…they meet the needs of the male scientists. Like I said Rory, they’re sick son of a bitches.” There was immediate concern thinking of it, of Elise. No android really had it better or worse. They had their own share of the bullshit.
He chuckled, it seemed Butch hadn’t changed all that much at all. Still arguing with people that clearly knew more than him, he didn’t doubt Butch’s intelligence, he knew more than most that when he put his mind to it he was a smart guy. But something about Doctors bothered him and he tended to spend more time causing an argument then he did trying to get healed. “H-He’ll tell you th-that, but I-I think he j-just doesn’t like th-the invasion of his sp-space. T-Too personal.” That’s what he thought anyway, he could stand and listen to someone for ages but as soon as they went to examine him or anything like that, he would kick off. He didn’t think he had anything to hide, he just didn’t like it.
“R-Radio’s?” They never really had those in the vault, their Pip-boys often played the same repeatitve tunes over and over which the others deemed nesseccery to whistle constantly as well but apart from that he didn’t have much knowledge on them. Although he was certain he would pick it up in no time. “I-I could do, i-if ya need them I-I’ll take a l-look see what I-I can do to help.” He didn’t know whether he would be any help, but there was no harm in trying and seeing what he could do.
He’d met Henry a few times around, he often seemed busy and flustered but always offered him a smile and a nod of greeting, which Freddie would fumble over and try and return before scurrying off. “I-I would rather work on m-my own f-for now.” Not that he didn’t want to work with others it was just for the time being, he didn’t know whether he would be able to work with someone he didn’t really know all that well. “B-but if he needs me to d-do anything I-I can take a look a-at it.”
Harkness smirked fondly, the thought of the significant other he had somehow managed to acquire amusing him. In a way he was glad that he wasn’t the only one who saw through the barriers and walls that the non present vault dweller put up. The statement also made Harkness aware of the fact that Freddie was a good judge of character, he had to hand it to Blondie so far. She’d chosen well or rather harmlessly. “It sounds like you’re talking from experience” Harkness commented the smirk down in situ.
The smirk increased to a grin as the Security Chief sat back comfortably in his chair. The coffee previously nursed now forgotten and finished on the corner of the table. “Yeah kid” his tone rose with the humour “the kind for communication, not the same damn songs over and over again.” If Three Dog had a quality, it was dedication; to the same shit. “They’re up in the Security Tower. There’s no rush with them, when you want to give it a shot. Come find me.” He felt fairly confident in the quick assessment.
He gave a decent smile because in all honesty the damn kid was the kindest thing he had encountered out here. Even Harkness couldn’t find a flaw or irritating trait within him. “Hell, it doesn’t matter to me who you do it with. I’m just offering you suggestions.” Harkness pushed back in the chair, screeching against the metal surface as he stood to get back to his shift. As his hand curled to retrieve the mug he pointed his finger towards him in a passive authoritative move. “Work within your limitations.”