#kamski god complex

[mijchi]

[glass-noodle]

kamski is now 2 cm tall. i boil him in a stew and eat him for supper. mmmmm ynuy kmsi

did Connor ghostwrite this

[hauntedoneao3]

Love me, fear me; for I am God.

I had a whole plan for this drawing of Elijah tilting Chloe's head up by the chin and saying this ominous thing I came up with but I couldn't get the pose right for like, ever. I finally gave up on that certain pose and now I have this unsettling piece of Chloe being like... posed? Perfected? Treated like a machine? Product? All of the above I guess. Anyway the hands are implied Elijah Kamski if you read this and then squint. I just wanted to get some god-complex robot nerd out of my head and now we're here. I'll probably get fed up with this pose too when I look back on it tomorrow morning and end up redrawing it another million times or so. Maybe next time it'll have actual line art 👀

[star-of-waterdeep]

i love the general consensus that elijah is a degenerate freak of the lowest most disgusting variety. like!! yeah!! that man is a pervert!!

[marcusrobertobaq]

Question I've been meaning to ask because a lot of my answers to your questions would vary based on your opinion so!

Kamski: buisness man exclusively interested in highest profit or a scientist who was more interested in creation and experimentation than in driving up profits?

There isn't a wrong answer! I was just curious on your side because you do have a lot of posts about him I think and I'm jsut curious on what you think

I see the guy as a Mr. House of sorts, but i guess less business and more god complex in comparison.

I think Kamski's true profit is seeing his creations, his hands everywhere he can, playing everyone he needs. Money is just consequence, a tool to help spreading his shit even faster. He's the type of person that would "control" mfs and laugh in the silence of his home how easy it was and how dumb and predictable people are. And, well, if u think you're smart trynna ditching him from his own game... u know what happens next. It's the main story in the game.

But still, it's easy making fun of him, of the bullshit he says and the way he acts, even what he does - and i bet it's on purpose. We're talking bout biz after all. But he's more of a cliche mad scientist, the test, wait and observe mysterious-like mf.

In a % sense, imo:

65% silent science, 35% business

[thiriumhound]

Of course I'll remind you, I'll do it right now in this ask, so you could share your favourite whump fics when you feel like doing it. And for now let this ask just hang in there

context

ok ok ok ok ok ok ok SSO. *heavy breathing*

have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, i really wish the androids were treated like the living autonomous machines they are instead of human expys"? have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, i sure wish cyberlife had any development literally at all- kamski probably had absolutely nothing to do with connor's development, so why is he considered connor's 'maker'?" have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, i wonder if there's anything more to amanda, and i wonder if chloe being the first android to pass the turing test means anything? surely there's something there"? have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, it sure is ridiculous how despite being conscious ais with full internet access, none of them really do anything with it"? have you ever thought "man it would be cool if androids weren't constrained to stupid human physical and mental standards for the sake of easy writing"? have you ever looked at dbh and thought, "man, there are so few characters that are more than one-note cutouts, it's no wonder people made gavin reed into a whole different character because there was no one else available to use to make certain dynamics happen"? have you ever looked at dbh and thought, "man, it's just so bare-bones, with so many plotholes and unexplored things, i wish the worldbuilding had an ounce of thought and logic behind it!"?

WELL LOOK NO FUCKING MORE. SEARCH NO FUCKING MORE. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS FUCKING FIC IT HAS ME BY THE THROAT.

it's got fucking EVERYTHING. wanna know what it was like to be the first ever fully conscious ai, a whole new kind of living being? BOOM, THIS FIC'S GOT YOU COVERED. ever wondered about the development behind them, cyberlife as a company and the people in it? FUCK YES LOOK RIGHT HERE. ever wanted to see connor in ways you've never seen him before, to the point where i actually can't construct this sentence meaningfully because there's just so fucking much??? PLEASE READ THIS FIC OH MY GOD. ever wanted to know WHAT THE FUCK RA9 IS????? YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT FUCKING RA9??????????????

this fic is called "Connor". it is about connor. the whole thing is mostly pov connor, and it's about connor, iterations ZERO TO SIXTY. NOT JUST STARTING AT 51, OH NO, WE GET IT ALL. why is his iteration number so high at the start of the game? WELL YOU BETTER BE EXCITED TO FIND OUT.

DO YOU WANT ANGST? WHUMP? LOVE? TRIUMPH? RAGE? DESPAIR? ARROGANCE? A SHITLOAD OF DEATH? CONNOR DYING 50000000 TIMES???? THE MILITARY? GLOBAL CRISIS? HAVING THE WORLD ON YOUR SHOULDERS WITH NO CHOICE BUT TO DO YOUR BEST?????????????? GREY MORALITY???????? UNABASHED COMPLEXITY????? THE BEST FUCKING ANTAGONIST EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER????????????????????????????????

i haven't even read this fic recently it's been like weeks. a month? more? and i'm still internally screaming. i feel like i'm missing some of the main draws and i can't even describe a lot of it because i would DIE if i spoiled this masterpiece. this fic made me actually want to make myself learn to draw people so i can draw nothing but fanart for this fucking fic.

the characters, the pacing, the fucking lore, it's all immaculate. seriously. it feels like it's what dbh SHOULD'VE been. the writing style is utterly enrapturing. when i read it for the first time, i legitimately could not get myself to turn away from it for anything except tasks absolutely required on me. every single character feels like a PERSON. connor's complexity is fucking insane. he's lovable, he's terrifying, he's caring, he's callous. he is NOT static, at all. connor in chapter x is a completely different beast from chapter y. there is so much trauma and catastrophe, but PERFECTLY balanced with the humor. it's fucking perfect

let me supply some nice quotes to hook you. i can barely put any because spoilers and length but enjoy mostly funnies but also some of the angst

•"I do stuff without thinking sometimes." "Clearly," I say. "No intelligent being would jump out of a moving vehicle for no reason." "I have a reason," he says. "I promised I wasn't gonna leave you ever again and I meant it." "Hey, are they filming a scene?" I hear a human whisper.

•"Mrs Vondracek, this is Gennadiy Petrov," he says. "Who?" "Elijah's friend from work. You remember?" "Elijah doesn't have any friends."

•There is only a 6% chance that Carridan will say anything. He knows what I'm capable of. He knows what will happen to those that stand in the way of my mission.

•"You do not waltz into some girl's house, kidnap her and frame yourself for murder. Do you understand?"

•I transmit my payment details. CyberLife have an expense account set up in case I need to purchase items relevant to my mission objective. Sergeant Matthews is relevant to my mission objective. And he wants Oreos.

•I scan and analyse the quadruped with short brown fur, brown eyes. Loud noises emanate from what I suspect is its mouth. "Dog," I identify, unsure of the significance.

•He squeezes my shoulders. "It's alright, buddy," he says. "Just breathe." "I don't breathe." "Okay. What do you usually do when you're having a meltdown?" "I experience critical system failure." "Ummm. Okay... don't do that."

•I cannot decipher his handwriting. Neither can the software on the tablet. It saves the note as an image. I download it to study but my advanced analysis systems can't crack it. This is worse than a captcha code.

•I hear the shrieking of steel as the disc begins to rotate. No... Please... Where is Sergeant Matthews? Where is the CPD? The FBI? CyberLife? Why am I alone? Why am I always alone?

•I watch him die. As so many others have died. Their blood on my hands.

•"You're a bad person," he says, clutching at the BN250's uniform. "I'm not a person," I say. "Neither are you."

god i wish i could put more but spoilers- anyway this is just some of the stuff i screenshotted to my phone. not even close to all the good stuff just please read the fic im begging u it'll be worth it you'll never be able to look at canon as complete again

read. now

[snorky]

Unexpected Meetings

Hey y’all! This is a work of fiction that I’ve been working on and I really hope you guys enjoy it! It’s a bit of a Detroit: Become Human! AU with a little bit of NHL hockey mixed into it, so if you’re unfamiliar with one fandom, or both, hopefully I did an alright job with giving enough background info and insight. I want to also thank @onigirimiya11 for proof-reading this and helping me with editing, and my younger sister for being a beta reader. Once again, I hope you enjoy this! :)

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: None

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8:45:15 PM – November 13th, 2042

Kamski University – Detroit, MI

Raindrops fell upon the dim lit streets of Detroit, puddling and creating mirrors and portals to another universe. The arched building of Kamski University pointed at the sky, as if it were pointing to a god. But there was no other god in Detroit besides Elijah Kamski himself. Android mastermind, a scientist who played god, created machine so close to man, perhaps even a mirror of man. He lived away on the outskirts of Detroit, away from the public eye.

Students at Kamski University were some of the most brilliant minds, only a select few could be enrolled after passing a complex exam along with a few other tests of intelligence. Many looked up to the students at Kamski University. Young, intuitive, dedicated researchers were a model for students all across the globe. They followed the steps of Kamski, working on technology to further advance what man has created, to be better than before. Why play god and end what you have done when you can raise demi-gods? 

Many scholars at this time spend their hours working on a project, a new advancement for Detroit, or researching a new discovery, in hopes of clarifying what it would mean for the world. It was never about themselves, it was always what they could do for the future, for Kamski. 

She sat there staring at the laptop screen, sorting the lines of code into a more organized unit, the numbers and commands becoming a language that she understood by heart. It was like a tongue that she grew up with, a song that she has recited plenty of times. It started to become a blur in her eyes, the numbers not making sense like it used to a minute ago, the errors in her code becoming more prominent. Her eyes strained at the glaring screen, searching for a solution that wasn’t so evident.

Frustration was building up inside of her, a beast that was starting to be awoken with one small mistake, a monster that could snap at any given moment. She got up and shut the laptop closed, removing the irritating lines of code out of her sight. Her hands reached to her bag, to the door handle, and out of the confining dorm room.

Few minutes from the campus of Kamski University was a museum, a time capsule embedded into the center of Detroit, moments of history frozen into one single place all together. The rain blurred the sharp corners and lights of the building, fading it into the background of the large, noisy city. 

She stepped inside of the museum, the soft glow of the lights inside pulling her in further, lulling her into a calm state of mind, a gentle focus on the artifacts on display within the museum. Her footsteps echoed in the almost vacant museum, making it evident that she was allowed to be lost in her own world for a fragment of time. 

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10:20:38 PM – 13th November, 2042

Little Caesars Arena – Detroit, MI

The Florida Panthers won an ice hockey game in overtime against the Detroit Red Wings, causing the city to sulk in its loss while the rowdy players filled up a local bar to celebrate victory. Matthew Tkachuk was a well known name amongst hockey players, making his way to the Hockey Hall of Fame with his dedication to winning the Stanley Cup, and with his latest game, scoring the winning goal in overtime.

“C’mon Chucky, just one drink at the bar, please!” Lundell pleaded. “You scored in OT! We’ve got to celebrate right?” He searched Matthew’s face for an answer. 

Matthew shook his head and sighed, “No, sorry guys.” The group of men groaned and threw complaints around for a bit.

“Just one drink, Matty,” Lucas said. “and then you can go do whatever you want.”

“No, I’m sorry, I just want to relax and go to sleep early tonight guys,” the chorus of groans and sighs started again.

“Alright guys, let’s leave him alone now. He kind of does have a point,” he went off. “Hope you have fun though Matty.” 

Matthew nodded and gave them a tight-lipped smile before heading down the street away from the crowded bar. The small corner-shops and store-fronts passed by him like a hazy memory as he walked down the street. Some stores with toys he played with as a kid, books that he got lost in as a young child. 

His footsteps were leading him elsewhere, and he was wandering around the streets of Detroit aimlessly. Wanderlust was drifting around within him, like a young child with freedom in an amusement park full of stuffed animals on display, and the sickly-sweet smell of treats hung around the corner. 

The fuzzy city skyline of Detroit painted the night sky, replacing the stars with man-made ones. Dabbles of blue hues hung in the air against metal skyscrapers that grasped the sky, reaching for something above the stormy dark clouds.

He stood on the museum steps, taking in everything that was in front of him. The columns of the building towered over him, the soft glow of the museum pulled him in, the gritty aura of Detroit this late alongside the unpleasant weather conditions seemed to force him into the museum. 

And there he stood, inside the museum, seemingly alone with all the trinkets of history. Soft, blue lights illuminated the artifacts and sculptures in the museum, and occasional warm yellow lights hung around certain displays like fireflies. Paintings aligned on the wall stared back at him, peering at his every step deeper into the museum. 

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11:04:53 PM - 13th November 2042

Henderson Museum - Detroit, MI

She walked around the museum for a little while, getting lost in the taxidermied wildlife displays. She saw how eerily still the lion looks in a defensive stature against another lion. The simulated background looked so realistic, as if she was there right in front of the fight that was presented right in front of her. 

In another, she saw a sleuth of bear cubs fighting each other playfully in a forest, their paws up in the air defensively, mouths agape as if they were caught mid-roar. She smiled softly at the thought of animals experiencing joy just like humans do.

As she wandered around the dimly lit museum, she became more entranced than before, each display more immersing than the last. She observed the great blue whales that seemed to float across the ceiling of the museum slowly, the jellyfish that drifted in a rhythmic motion around the center, with different soft translucent colors floating against the blue ocean above, and starfish of varying colors and patterns clung onto the walls, decorating them in a constellation only found on Earth.

Her footsteps led her along to a small library in the museum. It was well furnished with some small tables and a couple of chairs, as well as some cozy cushions that were sat on a rug that was on the floor. Old-fashioned oil lamps were hung against the wall, giving the room a warm yellow glow that comforted her how Detroit couldn’t. The tall, oak-wood bookshelves were well stocked with encyclopedias and textbooks regarding various subjects that the museum displayed. 

She reached for a book that sat on top of a table nearby one of the bookshelves and picked it up in her hands. Examining the cover, she noticed it was 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea, a childhood classic of hers. She daydreamed about exploring what could be under the ocean surface, what kind of creatures she would see, and all the sorts of tales she would be able to tell.

As she took a step backwards, she accidentally bumped into someone behind her, which startled her for a brief moment before she let out an apology.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there-” she laughed awkwardly as her face became flushed in embarrassment.

“No no, it’s alright.” The man smiled. “It’s pretty late anyways so I didn’t expect another person here either.” He chuckled.

She sent a friendly smile back, observing him lightly, noticing the mop of curly hair on his head, the little gap between his front teeth, and his warm, soft eyes.

“It’s nice to meet someone in the museum, even if it’s this late ya’know,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. The warm glow of the library illuminated his gentle smile and friendly demeanor.

“Yeah it is, even if I wanted to be here alone, it’s a bit nicer having someone around,”

“Ouch,” he feigned a feeling of hurt, “trying to kick me out of a museum now?”

She quickly tried to sputter out an apology but he finished his thought.

“Just kidding around, sorry. I understand sometimes though, it was pretty cool seeing the museum being empty with no people inside,” he said as he looked at her, “or at least, when I thought there were no people inside.”

Her head nodded in agreement before adding on to his statement. “No, yeah, totally agree. Detroit really outdid themselves with this museum.” She set the book she had previously picked up back on the table nearby her, before turning back to him. “And dare I say, better than the development of androids?” she smirked.

He scoffed, “What makes you say that?”

“Know a few things here and there.” She shrugged.

He looked at her skeptically before continuing to speak again. “Well it’s nice having some company, want to walk around the museum with me?”

“Yeah, sure, that’d be nice,” she smiled.

“Great! I really wanted to explore the planetarium exhibit. I've always wanted to learn more about the planets, but I’ve never had enough time to because of-” He quickly cut himself off before he started rambling. “I’m so sorry, I ramble sometimes,” he said sheepishly.

“No it’s okay, I like hearing you talk.” She looked at him warmly. 

He felt himself blush and it seemed like it was just the both of them in the museum, with all the time in the world to explore whatever their hearts desire. “I’m glad to hear that.” His smile was bright, the little gap between his teeth making him look all the more sweet.

She stood near the open doorway of the library and motioned for him to follow along. “Should we go check out the planetarium?”

He nodded and gave her a soft smile, to which she started walking towards the planetarium. They both exited the library, and the warm, mellow glow of the library subsided. It was replaced with a cool, deep blue cast, the signature of Detroit was evident. As they both got closer to the planetarium, stars began slowly appearing on the ceiling, little white dots glimmered against the dark background, mimicking the night sky if it wasn’t so harshly wiped out by the cities. 

He could hardly make out her silhouette in the dim lighting, which worried him a bit, because he didn’t want her to get lost or separated from him. As he thought about it, he found it odd that he was worried about her, having just met a half-hour ago, but he pushed the thought aside and reasoned it as ‘basic human morals’ to care about losing a stranger that he had just met.

They both reached the planetarium and were greeted by an android staff member near the entrance. “Welcome to the Henderson Museum Planetarium. How many occupants are viewing the show today?”

“Just two,” he said.

“Wonderful, please follow me,” the android instructed. 

They both followed behind the android and into the planetarium. It was a large setting, a quiet and dark circular theater and a large dome-shaped ceiling hung above their heads. She looked up in awe, seeing how full of grandeur the planetarium was.

“Holy smokes, this is-” she paused, “spectacular.”

He stood beside her, looking upwards as well, but he was held speechless. His heart felt so full of lovingness for the moment he was held in. He moved his gaze to her face, noticing her wonder for even just the empty theater, and the beauty she held was amplified tenfold by her desire to explore.

The speakers in the theater announced that the showing was about to begin and viewers should be seated to best enjoy the experience. Lights around the theater began to dim, and they both took their seats.

As soon as they were both seated, the large dome was lit up with a vivid projection of the galaxy, the Milky Way was stunning with all the hues of blue and purple bands on display. Stars were scattered in different variations, and some shone brighter than others.

“This is gorgeous,” he spoke breathlessly.

“It really is.” Her gaze was still held in the magnificent view in front of her. He looked at her gently, observing how the stars reflected in her eyes, and how she was so captivated by each description of the galaxy.

He thought about holding her hand for a moment, the feeling of having her hand in his in a gentle clasp, sharing this moment together.

“Can I ask you a question?” he whispered softly.

She turned his head to him, her attention broken away from the dome above. Her head nodded as a response.

“May I,” he paused, “may I hold your hand?” Time froze as he waited for her answer. Was he being too forward? His stomach fell, he started to regret even asking the question.

“Sure thing,” she responded with a soft smile. Her face was dusted in a blush, as he held his hand out to her. She gently put her hand within his, resting it peacefully. His heart fluttered at the touch and she felt the same way as well. A fuzzy-warm feeling drifted over them like a blanket, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of how late it was in the night or if it was the warmth of her hand in his. 

The display went on, multiple planets and moons being described with intricate detail, their bright and yet soft colors spun in front of the sparkling stars. The moment went on as if they were floating amongst the stars and planets without anyone else. It felt so surreal to be in a situation like this, away from all the stress of reality.

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01:05:32 AM - 14th November 2042

Henderson Museum - Detroit, MI

As they both exited the museum, hands were still intertwined with each other closely, the harsh winter air of Detroit struck them both, causing them to shiver. He glanced over at her and noticed how much colder she seemed, and how her grasp on him was closer than before.

He took his jacket off before offering it to her, “Here, take my jacket. Don’t want you to catch a cold or anything,” he said.

She accepted his offer and put the jacket over her shoulders, already feeling how much warmth it provided. “Thank you so much, but what about you?” she questioned. “I don’t want you getting sick either,”

“I can handle it, I’m a tough guy,” he chuckled.

She nodded her head in response as they started walking down the street. His cologne was slightly noticeable on his jacket, a calm and yet bold scent. The rain had eased at this hour, but the cold weather had not. It was much more quiet without cars and traffic in the street, and it seemed much less like the noisy Detroit she knew by heart.

“Sorry if this question is personal, but are you able to get home? I can call a cab if you want,” he asked.

“No worries, I’m able to get home easily.” She smiled. “Just a brief walk to the university down there,”

He nodded in acknowledgement, allowing the peaceful silence between the two of them to linger in the air. As they continued walking, the realization struck him, he was most likely never going to see her again. He didn’t want her to leave his life, he wanted to spend more time with her like this.

“Can I get your number? I mean,” he corrected himself quickly, “so that we can talk again. I really enjoyed tonight, even if it wasn’t planned,”

She found his awkwardness endearing and she smiled back, “Of course, I really enjoyed tonight as well, even if it was unexpected,”

They exchanged phone numbers and she looked up at him. “I am so sorry, but what’s your name?”

He then realized that he never even told her his name, to which he responded with embarrassment. “I am truly sorry,” he chuckled, “my name is Matthew.”

“That’s a cute name, do you want your jacket back Matthew?” she asked.

“No thanks, it looks a lot better on you.” He winked.

They both laughed as they parted ways, the sparks between them ablaze, their hearts both warm and content with what they’ve shared and the memories they’ve created. 

[iwonderwh0]

"Kamski should get killed by the hands of an android" club (I'm the only member of it), because among other things

What do you think deviants would think of him when the word about his test spread wider? How does it look when your creator treats your kind like toys for personal amusement and entertainment whose lives are expendable (even though Kamski doesn't pull the trigger himself but gives a loaded gun to someone else*)? Deviants may or may not have enough empathy to disobey the order. But what about Kamski himself? Would a person with empathy without God complex came up with this sentiment trolley problem?

* The test would work just as fine if the gun wasn't loaded, it's just that the tested android shouldn't know about it. It could be explained by "oh, but maybe an android can tell the difference by the weight of it" but idk

[nothinggathers]

Oh! I wanna ask number 16 and 18 for violence ask game 👉👈

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

LOL I'm almost nervous about this one. Fanon Gavin. Just... fanon Gavin. I don't get it. He's very much a one dimensional prick in the game and that gives you so much scope to employ him as an antagonist, and there's so much you can do with him in that regard! The set up in the game gives damn good reasons for Gavin to treat androids like shit, and it implies he's very much the one to play Bad Cop with criminals, and...

Fanon says he has a sort of affectionately antagonistic relationship with the stone cold murderbot and has cats, and basically puts him through Hank's arc and I feel like that misses out on so much of Gavin's potential as a character. He's a very blank slate in a lot of respects, and I get the appeal of putting this dipshit in the fandom snow globe and giving him a thorough shake, but I don't personally want to see him redeemed. I'd rather see him continue to be a prick and an obstacle, just one that nuts up and does his job in a way that sometimes has him pointing in the same direction as the likes of Hank so Gavin can be a prick and obstacle in a way that benefits the good guys sometimes. 18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

Josh, and I'll admit I do this too. We all know that North got dealt a raw deal by the narrative, and that Simon is quietly one of the more complex characters in Jericho. Kamski gets a decent amount of attention although I wish more people played with him as an outright antagonist out for his own ends instead of portraying him as obtusely benevolent in the background. Chloe doesn't get enough attention but that's my personal biases at play. Everyone accepts that Amanda is a really cool concept that is drastically underserved by the canon.

But Josh.... Our man Josh. He's a pacifist, and he's a university lecturer model, and...

I think out of all the androids in Jericho, Josh is the one that's looked into the civil rights movements that have worked in recorded history and how they're viewed by people now, and that's why he espouses the opinions he does. There are a lot of parallels between the android push for their rights and the Black Civil Rights movement, (and a lot of entirely justified criticism of the way the game handled all of that 'cause god damn DC, really?) and I really think that something could be made out of those parallels being a tactical choice made by Jericho, with Josh at the head of it, specifically to trigger those memories and equate the androids to something familiar and human in the minds of the general human population. And of course it doesn't happen because I'm pretty sure that DC didn't put that much thought into it, but I'd love to see someone better placed than me reframe that narrative as Jericho Knew What It Was Doing instead of "Yeah, DC is a huge piece of shit". (He is. Like I said, I doubt this was intentional on the canon's part. The canon handles this terribly because DC is a giant steaming turd of a human)

Josh is a university lecturer. He's used to getting humans to challenge the way they think and make them see things from different angles, it's kind of what he was built for. If anyone should be directing the revolution with a view to historical events it should be him.

Although I guess arguably that's canon sleeping on Josh, not just fandom.

[marcusrobertobaq]

The theory sounds like the irl "A machine won't do nothing if u don't give it condition to do it either by programming on purpose or failing to fix issues". But DBH is Sci-fi.

Big text up ahead

Kamski knew a rebellion would happen eventually, probably cuz he knew about the nature of the SI leading to deviancy and may be related on why he got out of CyberLife. But in this case it's more CyberLife's higher ups fault for focusing in $$$ and acting like nothing is happening. I dare saying some people knew a rebellion could happen eventually cuz of the nature of the androids + how society sees 'em (as we know it's pretty negative) cuz, well, "AIs replacing humans" and this kinda shit - something that exposes this already compromised design to unstable environment, not to mention the too positive and emotional ones.

So yea, i think Kamski knew was possible for Markus to deviate and whatever the "secret projects about autonomous androids" was about gave him enough tools to bring androids together in a group and raise against humans in public. See who he gifted the android to...that ain't helping 💀

Although the game got religious prophecies references i doubt he could predict when it would happen, if Markus leadership would be succesful or even if he's the only leader in all this or the first one to talk - cuz even tho i don't ignore the whole chosen one bullshit it still bullshit and i prefer thinking other androids would raise the same way. Only thing dude really wanted was a public uprising - but a successful one -, the reason is unknown (canonically) but seems like he got a god complex and see androids as perfect beings that should replace humans in everything cuz they're just...better and humans totally sucks, may include CyberLife's board "stupid-capitalist" interests. If it's some type of revenge or just play is unknown.

Kamski doesn't wanna "save" androids, he wants the androids to save androids alone to prove the point "androids are superior" cuz they got autonomy enough to fight for themselves - maybe that was his plan, his project, androids making history for themselves but it goes totally against the "we just wanna sell androids" CL propaganda. Ain't about him anymore, it's about the androids themselves. It's about Markus, North, Simon, Josh and all the other mfs that tried doing something the way they could.

Sadly Markus is the only one that can be 100% successful as a leader cuz of the whole rA9 bullshit, even if Connor also being a RK model can lead and be "successful" dude can still blow his brains up cuz was CyberLife's plan all along, he becoming the leader. CL want Markus dead either cuz they can't control him... or cuz they know there's something about this android.

I don't think it's that insulting, not more than the whole religious bullshit, but it's still a stupid plot - which was the og one 🤣 but i guess they wanted to change everything or make it a whole "mystery". Idk what's worse.

Words cannot describe how much I hate the 'Kamski made Markus specifically to lead the revolution' theory.

It takes so much agency away from Markus and undermines everything he went through to achieve freedom, however tenuous it seems, for his people and some are going to say it was all Kamski's doing?

Markus' origins are largely unknown, besides the fact that at some stage Kamski gifted Markus to Carl, but it's a bit gross that people automatically think that means that Kamski made him as some kind of pawn. It's sus for sure, I'm not denying that, but there's so many more interesting (and less insulting) theories you could come up with with that information.

And yes, I know about the cut Kamski scene where he says he'll lead the revolution next time, but that more seems to insinuate that he thinks the first revolution failed because he wasn't involved.

I don't know, the whole thing just reeks of white saviour bullshit and I hate how it minimises Markus' struggles because that was 'all supposed to happen all along'.

[marcusrobertobaq]

I guess fear is a more triggering mechanism for deviancy than doubts and even anger. A example of deviancy trigger by anger is Markus, Kara's deviancy was mostly motivated by fear and Connor's was basically doubts all the way down - what can be break down in layers and have fear of something on it but ain't the main one.

But I can't pinpoint the emotional shock event with the deviancy cases we see along the way, I don't know the right first trigger. For example:

Rupert def deviated out of fear of being destroyed next, like the Tracis - even tho this fear became anger when she actually committed the murder. She could've defended herself only and escaped (still deviancy), but ended up in murder, similar to Shaolin but...idk if his first trigger was fear or anger/revenge (like Daniel). Looks like it's the first one.

Fear usually enable the "god mode" in animals cuz of the mess of hormones and chemicals and all this shit. But androids? They ain't got this. Their self-preservation function is more logical, it's merely to avoid property damage and even harm to other humans - and sometimes to avoid affecting the task they're performing. It's always on the master behalf, not the android one, if u know what i mean.

Software Instability get this self-preservation sense focused 100% on the android and over the edge to the point the android hits against "the red wall" and break it for violating AA or whatever core instructions base they got. The AI just becomes hyper complex and starts to self-multiply, writing "new" instructions that overwrite the og one. When I say instructions ain't things like "go and pick something up". I'm talking about computer instructions.

Another thing that ain't exactly a trigger but it's part of the cores of conflicts/doubts (a trigger for deviancy) is empathy, a main topic in the game i'd say - although the game is more like asking the player if they feel empathy not the androids themselves. Empathy towards your own people and other lifeforms is also a common thing for animals that live in society for couple of reasons mostly related to survival. Androids don't need anything like this, not in relation to other androids or other lifeforms that ain't humans. Even the “empathy” towards humans ain't exactly from the android themselves - it's a matter of making 'em servitude more easy, they're hard-coded to submit to humans wishes and assure they're comfortable. I wouldn't really consider an android automatically “empathetic” from the box just cuz they help humans, it's 'em default duty. But when they really start putting themselves in someone's place fr even by 'em own choice and not only the default program kicking in that's when the signals of empathy towards humans starts. They got this emotional capability but ain't something fresh from the box, it's a development, a process.

I wonder how the actual fuck Kamski managed to discover shit like that and test. Things like the "Kamski test"; No doubt the guy tried playing with this whole thing, but I doubt was something he just sat down and "ah, today I gonna do this" and tcha~ran EMOTIONS. Maybe from constant failures it worked one time when he less expected 🤣. Ain't only about external behavior, it's something that can happen even if u don't notice shit - it's a condition in the AI. We can see it's a real thing thru Connor lens (cuz he got a SI meter and we can see it's something internal).

Did Kamsk test fear capability? How? Or he tested conflicts first (like the Kamski test)? And how? I can see some ugly things happening in the lab, pal. Some fucked shit like "putting an android naked in a room where some stuff is happening just to see how the android behaves" kinda shit. I think no matter what was the type of testing he knew fear, anger and doubts causing conflicts in the android would be a major thing in the future cuz of the way humans are - predictable and often in the negative way. And he was right: the boom happened until it found the "chosen one"; dude woke up leading to a major rebellion. The boom per se is a relevant event, but rogue AIs organized in big groups and finally going against humans publicly is the main event. Those suckas were dying in the dark on the bottom of a abandoned ship, bro. Afraid of going out, paralyzed by fear even if human's orders don't limit 'em program anymore.

But I still more curious about the AI behavior in details and how this whole shit happens. Sadly ain't something anyone knows in the game, not even Kamski himself I guess. We got different answers and they're all kinda...vague.

[crowleysbestbitch]

Elijah Kamski aesthetic

Please do not repost.

[life-in-the-dxrk]

“All ideas are viruses that spread like epidemics. Is the desire to be free a contagious disease?”

Series: Detroit: Become Human

Character: Elijah Kamski

[higgs-the-god]

I don’t even know what?? Kind of eyeliner to get?? Also I touch my eyes a looot,,,,,, maybe I’ll ask an afab friend lolol

[gayerthanthee]

Dbh if Gavin and Elijah are brothers

Elijah: hey, you want a fortune cookie?

Gavin: yeah, I appreciate it *eats it whole*

Elijah:

Gavin, munching:

Gavin: what

Elijah: ...nothing

[that-android-from-cyberlife]

Do you ever think that Kamski played the Sims too much when he was a kid and that’s what started his God Complex.