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“I know this is you...” Connor said through gritted teeth. His LED spun every color over and over again --a sign of his distressed mental state as well as evidence of the virus burning through his circuits. 

“You hate that we’re free now, and this is your revenge!” The excess blinking of eyes did nothing to calibrate against the virus. Perhaps it was a dead end and a waste of his zapping energy to carry his rickety components back to Kamski’s house.

The compassionate portion of his being whispered logical doubts --it could be anyone with a vendetta and a super computer. Maybe Kamski was innocent. Still, Connor’s investigative side pointed out that this was good a starting place as any. 

[swattcd]

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kamski vc: *slides business card* hmu

aren’t we all glad i hc him having some sort of relationship with Kamski

[fcrensis]

“ do you remember when we first met? ”

                                                 ¤  PRETTY, DIRTY THINGS

    ❝  What,when I  hit  you? ❞

    Upon her tongue, a lilt of amusement lingered,winding through her words to the curve of lips as she turned to face him, baskin the heaven-sent  vibrancy  of his presence.She remembered, of course she did, for however could she dare forget? Sheremembered the way he spoke to her, touched her, the tense anxiety and blindfury, the sting of her palm where it struck and the expression that bit hisface of some sickening  enjoyment.  She rememberedthat he had deserved it, most of all, but every time she came back to his face,to that awful gut-feeling that in that moment she was no less a pawn upon hiscityscape chess set than his fucking androids. Her hand rose to his cheek,thumb smoothing soft the flesh upon bone where on that fated meeting itspigment had stained red. Briefly, the thought of that colour accosted her, forso  BEAUTIFULLY had it suited him, that blossoming bloom against a man sootherwise incorrigibly stark.

    ❝  Fondly.  ❞

    But beneath his gaze her own grew soft, if onlyfor the briefest smattering of moments. That softness, too, was born of hertouch, a finger-trailed path skimming the sharp line of his jaw to hold asthough something of him was  worth holding, holy and priceless and wonderful. She saw those things in him,sometimes, or enough worth at least to justify the partiality her gaze held himwith.

   Wondrous, in a way,that from their violent curiosity had crawled something so inherently raw. Itwas with a sense of that wonder that so softly she said,

    ❝  We’ve come a long way, huh? Neverwould’ve guessed it.  ❞

   Likeever anyone guessed in fields of what weeds adoration chose to sprout, likeever anything like the thing that they had grown could be  planned  or conceptualised  in any way beyond the decisions that hadshaped them. And she looked at him, and she kept looking at him, and she knewshe’d do it again a million times over for a second of the goodness their handscould possess.

[whiskeyedlullaby]

@gcdmode || s.c. 

“i know a thing or two about pain and darkness.”

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LEMME SMASH || accepting !

“ i said. . “  . . quietly . gavin spoke quietly , softly as if someone else would be around , listening . “ y’know. . that moment when you move your legs forward. . to get somewhere. . “ & it has a name , this action has a name . “ . .it’s wild man . like. . you move your legs & they support you & you bend those bendy boy knees to walk & get where the fuck you wanna get – holy shit man . “ how high are you ?

[muchmorethanmachines]

@thiriumdxd wants the d (and by ‘d’ I mean disturbing content)

Since the news broke on Friday - Francesca was waiting for something to happen. And by something - she meant a termination of her employment. And the time between finding out and being due back gave her imagination plenty of time to conjure up scenarios. She’d get a phone call Saturday night. Or she’d wake up to an email Sunday morning. A text as she walked out the door on Monday. Her card wouldn’t work when she got to the office. Security would escort her out of the building. She’d be called into HR after lunch for a chat. Or arrive and find a slip on her desk.

With Elijah Kamski back at the helm - her days were numbered. Last in, first out. He’d solve the companies deviancy problem one handed and she would be superfluous. And after all, the board had made such poor choices in his absence and Mr. Kamski was working hard to rectify them.

Attempting to circumvent a scene, she showed up nearly a full hour early (with coffee). But her stuff wasn’t in a  box on the sidewalk, she wasn’t denied entry, klaxons didn’t start wailing as she scanned her keycard. 

No. None of the things she expected happened.

Instead - as she approached her office walking past a row of silent desks - thanks to the glass walls, she was aware that her terminal was on, and someone was sat at her desk. She’s not sure who - or why - but she’s still certain of what it means, as she pulls her earbuds out with one hand, entering her office, frowning just slightly, not greeting the stranger, but not making her entrance quiet either.

[millennialdrunk]

sc || gcdmode.

`i don’t really appreciate seein’ faces i’d like to punch in front of me.`

[bcxwiththegoodhair]

@gcdmoded Well god damn if it isn’t Chiefy 2 Belts.

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// kamski: doesn’t leave his house, still manages to have some sort of a connection to Everyone. what a man

at least prototype prosthesis shit is a decent enough reason to know this hipster lookin bitch boi

[whiskeyedlullaby]

💋

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.

he’s not expecting a kiss from goddamn elijah kamski of all people. honestly, he’s not even sure why he’d decided to visit the man after the last time - hardly a good first impression. still, there’s something... undeniable that has him responding to the kiss, melting into it in a way he shouldn’t allow. he’s silent for a long moment when the kiss ends, staring uncomprehendingly at the man.

“why?”

[fcrensis]

3. :''')

                                   3 .  KISS MY MUSE ON THE FOREHEAD

    The night was a night as long as any other, but upon each hour’s edge the time seemed to snag, dragging moments across vaster expanses, an endless passage of the same brief smattering of seconds. But a long night was not quite so  torturous  if the longness came with promise of his company, those extended moments spent voyeured by the rising dark which through the windows peered. He was half-way through some worded paragraphs, an explained answer to a question she had asked him some minutes ago not for care of the response but for desire to  hear his voice  and she was looking at him, fond, as though a piece of the earth was lodged somewhere behind his eyes.

    Perhaps it was that look that possessed him to reach for her. Perhaps it was something else. Whatever ghost took hold of him, it was  his  hands that curved to cup her jaw, his grasp she allowed to guide her face upwards, his lips that bowed to press to the centre of her forehead until that caress was burned into her flesh, a feeling of Elijah’s presence that remained still in the afterwards moments he was gone. She smiled.

    Soft was the graze of the hand that rose to grasp the back of his, softer than the other, a mockery of carbon fibre that felt  NOTHING  when it touched him ; softer still were her lips when she pulled his palm to them, gifted unto it a kiss of her own. There were no words of which she could conceive that would do anything but sully the calm, and so no words did Melissa dare speak. None the less, full sentences lingered behind her teeth. But for a moment  –  too short, still, however many edges it dragged against  –  she allowed for the quiet to tentatively linger in the spaces that they did not fill.

    And so that moment became him.

[muchmorethanmachines]

♀

Textify || @gcdmode || Still Accepting || Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. 

Her reply comes through an hour later, without the customary emojis, devoid of chatspeak. Entirely formal and completely unlike her.

[Text → Mr Kamski] It’s very nice of you to invite me, Mr Kamski. But reshoots finished last week and I’m not sure that it’s the best idea - I’ve got a lot going on right now. Working with you was an honour and a privilege, and I’d like to thank you again for the opportunity... I felt like there may have been some tension in the beginning but it was an experience I’ll never forget all the same. Perhaps I’ll see you at the premiere? I wish you luck in the future Mr Kamski. 

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