[If Connor were privy to IG-11's internal readouts, he would have objected to one word. "Life". As things stand, he finds himself with plenty to observe. The uncovered casing. The stiff, robotic gait. A machine, clearly—but just as obviously, not one of Cyberlife's design.
He tilts his head, scanning more closely.]
Connor model #313 248 317-60.
[Two fingers come up to tap at his jacket's right side as he speaks—where the same serial number, prefaced with a large RK800 glows from the material. Apart from the clearly branded outfit and a small, blinking light at his right temple, the android looks visually human.]
Arrival
He tilts his head, scanning more closely.]
Connor model #313 248 317-60.
[Two fingers come up to tap at his jacket's right side as he speaks—where the same serial number, prefaced with a large RK800 glows from the material. Apart from the clearly branded outfit and a small, blinking light at his right temple, the android looks visually human.]
What are you?