#sub connor dbh

[komugistissue]

thinking about stroking connor’s dick while your other hand rests on his blue flushed cheeks, arghh he’d be such a good boy for you. he’d quietly whimper and whine and beggg for you to let him finally cum, and who are you to resist when he asks so politely???

i have connor brainrot

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Yandere!Connor who has hundreds upon hundreds of photos of you saved to his hard drive

Yandere!Connor who’s over the moon at the fact that you’ve been partnered up together for a case

Yandere!Connor who just absolutely needs to be touching you at all times, whether it’s a hand on your shoulder or wrapped around your waist as he ‘guides’ you from danger

Yandere!Connor who follows you around like a lost puppy at the station, cuddling up to you at any given moment but it’s fine. Sure you aren’t getting any work done when he’s around, but he looks so happy as he nuzzles his face against you <3

Yandere!Connor who absolutely adores you and everything you do, it’s why he has actual hours worth of videos of you doing random day to day things.

Yandere!Connor who gets off to you almost every night before entering rest mode, all those videos and photos he takes are really paying off.

Yandere!Connor who desperately fucks himself on his fingers wishing that they were yours instead. He’s almost in tears because he keeps edging himself, telling himself that this is what you would want him to do for being so gross, he’s supposed to protect you not think about getting his pump fucked by you <3

Yandere!Connor who steals underwear from you all the time when he thinks you aren’t looking, it’s a disgusting habit of his he just seemingly can’t get rid of. It’s not like you’re encouraging it or anything, definitely not…

Yandere!Connor whose just so happy that you love him almost as much as he loves you <3

[h0rr0rwhor3]

it looks good on you

masterlist

pairing: connor x short!chubby!female!reader

summary: (keep in mind that this is a wip that i will finish upon request!) after the android revolution and the reuniting of connor and hank, it only became a matter of time before the two were attached by the hip; whether hank was sneaking connor into crime scenes or as connor tagged along with hank while he bar hopped. as connor dealt with his curiosity and self-discovery, his emotions only got more confusing once he met [y/n], well that is, once he laid eyes on her. you would think that he and hank now being regulars at the jazz bar and café she works at would make things easier for him, but it seems to only grow his anxiousness, and even, his frustration.

warnings: size kink, dom!connor, sub!reader, uniform kink(?), sexually frustrated connor

a/n: like i had posted previously, this is a wip that i have not been able to work on due to lacking the energy and creativity to finish it. so i will leave the decision to my fellow readers on whether or not y'all would like a part 2! so if you guys would like a part two please let me know 😁! i hope you enjoy and thank you for the support on my previous smut!

it took a few months for society to recover at least a little bit after the android revolution.

protests against androids had only increased since then, many saying that the android revolution was the “resurrection of the devil”. cyberlife on the other hand had no choice but to let the deviant cases go, as the number of androids becoming deviant had increased rapidly during and after the revolution. many refunds were made to those who had immediately wanted to return androids, yet cyberlife had even requested to just let them go out, as the junkyard would only become incapable of proper cleaning at that point. cyberlife even started supplying android repair shops with extra parts, thirium, and even the more explicit parts that were originally dedicated towards eden club androids. these explicit parts were of course upon request privately.

ever since the revolution, connor really had nowhere to really go, this goes for many other androids. they had no money, clothing, shelter; so the only place connor thought of going was hank’s, as he didn’t seem to feel himself fit with markus and the others. he does not regret doing so either, as it seemed to boost hank’s mood rapidly. since then they have been inseparable, whether hank educated him on some of the best jazz songs, snuck connor into some crime scenes, or even gone bar hopping. it was a true bond.

recently both males had taken a liking to this place that had doubled as a jazz café and bar. it was android friendly which had definitely eased up connor. the owner ran the shop himself with the help of his niece.

her name was [y/n][l/n]. she was 21 and had been attending a university nearby. at least that was what connor had picked up on her. she had recently been working with her uncle as he had decided that her age was now appropriate enough to be working around alcohol. the legal drinking age was 21 after all. she had been under a few inches more than a woman’s average height and appeared more curvy. her hair framed her face in a way that almost made her appear fragile. her uniform dress reached down to her lower thighs, her short sleeves and collar outlined with a white stripe. the bottom half of her dress was pleated as her apron was tied wonderfully around her waist, defining her curves even more.

connor never identified such features actively before. hell. he’s never even spent as much time taking in the features of someone at all. when he had worked on deviant cases or looked around his surroundings it was usually a quick scan of the face and that's it. something about this woman had brought such a trance upon connor. the way she had gently moved parts of her body was such an intoxicating view. connor had no idea how to deal with these feelings of anticipation. these feelings of sublime.

hank had seemed to notice connor’s slight frustration. he had even picked on connor a few times for his obvious stares, comparing him to a lost puppy. it was hard to not notice the way he had looked at the female, you could almost see the holes his eyes dug into her, and hank wanted to put a stop to it.

-

“connor… look bud. it’s really not that hard. you just gotta talk to her, that’s all; ask her how she's doing, her favorite music/food… anything like that connor. just spark up a goddamn conversation with her for fucks sake. maybe even do your work with those... new fucking parts you got or some shit.” hank had been lecturing connor for the past 30 minutes now, growing frustrated with connor’s questions as he soothed himself with hard alcohol.

“well lieutenant, if it is so easy to speak to a woman, then how come you still have not m-”.

“you better not be going where i think you’re going connor. we’re talking about you here! not me. got it!?” hank immediately grew defensive with the question, causing a small smirk to grow on connor’s face.

“got it.” connor laughed softly, excusing himself to the living room as he left hank’s grumpy rambling to the kitchen.

the android settled himself on the couch comfortably as he closed his eyes, focusing on his thoughts. for once he could not analyze what the best approach would be. he could barely put together one attempt at befriending the woman. it was almost as if he was experiencing nervousness. anxiety. 

no. he was nervous. he could feel his thirium pumping through his body in a way that he felt like his system would drown. it was such an foreign feeling to him, his sensors tingling at the thought of being near her.

how she would look up at him, how she would smile softly as she speaks, how she would feel when she brushes against him, how she would feel in his hands.

he could almost feel his system overheat at the thought of the sensitive sensors in his fingers brushing over the fabric of her apron, of her dress, of her skin. the way goosebumps would grow on her skin with the cold sensation of his fingers. 

would her breath hitch?

would her body tremble at the ticklish feeling?

would she let out a soft sigh once the cold left her skin?

the thought of such vulnerable reactions aroused unknown feelings in connor. even though he didn’t need to breathe he felt his chest rising and falling shakily, the weight heavy on his throat. he could feel a tightening tension grow in his pants, startled by his body’s reaction. 

connor was aware of the effect arousal had on humans, but has yet to experience such a thing with his own after the installation of his new parts. the feeling of restraint caused him to grow frustrated. he glanced into the kitchen, seeing as hank had passed out on the table after a few drinks; it would have been unfortunate for hank to see him in such a state. 

getting up, connor made his way to the bathroom, gently shutting the door as he made his way to the lock, twisting the small knob. he thought of the best approach to handle his tension, shaking his head out of what would seem to be embarrassment. 

reaching his palm to his hardening length, he gently palmed his arousal, hips bucking into his hand. his head was thrown back as he closed his eyes, guttural, soft moans leaving his mouth.

just how would she act?

would she be obedient?

would the softness in her eyes drown with arousal as she was touched?

he unbuttoned his pants.

would she be embarrassed?

muffling her sounds with the back of her palm as she was filled with him. 

fuck.

would she grow a flustered expression at the thought of being with an android?

his pants and boxer briefs were pushed down mid thigh, his hand stroking his length sloppily. the sensors in his leaking cock driving him insane.

how would she sound?

how would she whimper as she's being gripped, as bruises form on her hips?

he could feel himself throb at the thought of easily manhandling her. gripping her plush hips, her thighs. the way her angelic expression would form such lewd expressions. his system stuttered as he neared his release, getting caught up in his own “imagination”.

he could only imagine how she would look wrapped in his coat.

her uniform hiked up her thighs as he towered over her.

the scent of their arousal mixed together.

the way she'd say his name.

fuck.

connor's hips stuttered as white stripes littered his hand, the lube-like substance staining his hand. his thirium pump shakily slowed down as he cleaned himself, washing off his hands. 

he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in his expression, and gave his head a soft shake.

he really needed to settle himself, and figure out a solution, because this. this is not a solution.

[kamianimation]

Love them

[cyberbullyingandroids]

Trojan by cyberbullyingandroids [DBH Dom Event]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/M Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Relationship: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Mentioned Jeffrey Fowler, Mentioned Hank Anderson Additional Tags: Sex Pollen, Sex Virus, Light Dom/sub, There is a little bit of set up for the Sex Virus context, Begging, whimpering, Hair-pulling, Power Dynamics, Desperation, Praise Kink, Choking, Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human), Power Bottom Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Multiple Orgasms, because Connor is sensitive due to the virus, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Language: English

Get a taste with the first paragraphs below.

You sipped your coffee in the break room next to Tina Chen, who quietly texted on her phone. The Styrofoam cup of coffee warmed your palms as you listened to the news. You hadn't turned to face the TV mounted on the wall, but you knew it would be an important V-106 update once you heard reporter Michael Brinkley's voice.

"Several sources report that V-106, the Trojan-style Android virus, has spread over 60% of Detroit's deviant population. Although police are investigating the root cause of the virus, progress has been made in identifying temporary fixes that allow androids momentary relief from the virus..."

"Yeah," Tina scoffed. "Like fucking an android."

"Shh," you smirked.

"... by giving the deviants what they go into meltdown for. We've contacted CyberLife technicians for other potential solutions, but they have nothing to comment at this time."

Link to fic here. (2907 words.)

This piece is part of the DBH Dominatrix Event.

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Spa Day Chapter 3: Care is LIVE

*runs around screaming* I finished chapter 3!! It's finally up!!

Care - in which Connor is a loving, gentle dom with a wicked streak.

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Cockwarming with sub!Connor Rk800?

Connor loves cockwarming!!! Giving or receiving he doesn’t care, he sees it as a win-win because that means he could have your cock inside him while he gets work done. Or at least as much as he can before asking you to fuck him <3

Receiving

As stated he sees cockwarming as a huge win. He gets to have your cock in him AND he gets to work, absolutely no downside whatsoever…he’s fine with getting his work done for the most part! It’s just the second you start gently fucking into him and claiming to just be ‘adjusting’ is when he starts to lose his composure. It starts off small at first, small whines here and there, gripping the desk a little too hard, but then it turns into full blown moaning by the time you’ve stopped pretending to be adjusting and start fucking him in earnest. He looks so fucked out while begging for you to cum inside him, to completely ruin his insides. And now what kind of person would you be to ignore him when he’s asking so nicely?

Giving

Connor isn’t keen on giving as much as he loves to receive but he isn’t opposed to it at all! He finds it so hard to focus on anything that isn’t you though, as you slightly grind against him, he’s holding a near death grip on your waist to stop himself from moving too much and distracting you from your task. It’s much easier to make him crumble when he’s giving, the slightest movement makes him buck his hips in an attempt to bury himself deeper. he loves the feeling of his cock inside you <3 and after a bit he’ll definitely start begging to be allowed to fuck you properly. Once you finally let him, he’s moaning out ‘thank you’s and and pleads for permission to cum, he wants to fill you up so bad <3

[cyberbullyingandroids]

In Blunt Defiance by cyberbullyingandroids [DBH Dom Event]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: F/M Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Relationship: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader Character: Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Knifeplay, Rope Bondage, Thirium Play (Detroit: Become Human), degradation kink, Self-degradation, Dom/sub, Bottom Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Has a Penis, Choking, Power Play, Power Imbalance, Rape, Rape Roleplay, can be interpreted as either in case you become uncomfortable, however it isn't written with implied roleplay, Minor Violence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Language: English

Get a taste with the first paragraphs below.

Thirium pooled in Connor's head as he hung upside down in a dark and dusty barn. The rope around his ankles held him firm. His optical units blinked into focus. A feminine, human figure sat on a chair some handful of feet away. You sipped on a tumbler of brown-red whiskey.

"Where... Where am I?" His voice came out in a rasp.

"Does it matter?" Your voice was familiar to him. Panic leaked into his veins like harsh ethanol. He had been tailing your criminal activities for months in a game of cat and mouse. Though right now, he was the mouse. Perhaps you'd always been the cat.

Link to fic here. (4243 words)

This piece is part of the DBH Dominatrix Event.

[kya-is-kool]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 #𝟔 : 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

• as far as him being a sub or dom, it really could go both ways. i see him as more of a sub, because of how inexperienced he is, and how he's literally never felt an intimate touch before. but also, he does know everything about humans and the way they work, so he could know how things work and take control. still, i see him as a sub 🤷‍♀️

• bro is genuinely like a lost puppy, he's so obliviously clingy. like he doesn't think he's clingy, but he follows you around everywhere

• when it comes to pda, he won't necessarily initiate it. mostly because he doesn't know how. he's not uncomfortable with it, he's just not used to it

• his favorite thing is when you run your fingers through his hair gently. even though canonically he can't derive pleasure from it, let's say he has some sort of receptor that will allow him to

• he always wants to please you, so if you ask for something, it'll most likely be his top priority

• idk i just want to say that it's so cute that androids would blush blue. i feel like he would find it cute if you playfully tease him for it

• yea i just started playing dbh again recently since i got a new playstation, and im falling back into my dbh phase tbh. i have a lot to say about connor, if you couldn't tell

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[marcusrobertobaq]

The day dbh mfs stop treating Connor like a little frail baby that need guindance for fucking everything or a skinny skelly weak small hands twink guy under a bear so fucking sub we even forget this dude is finally on his own (or even both at the same time)... man, c'mon.

Like, bro, y'all don't do the same thing with Markus. I BET it's the fucking opposite. Not even Kara y'all do this, she's always the cool woman doing her thing and life goes on.

[dirty-droid]

Started a dbh playthrough again, haven't played in months at least, if not a year or two now... Connor doesn't look like how I've been picturing him 🤣 and God, he really just Talks Like That doesn't he?

Also-sidenotes- Alice is actually a really good artist for a kid her approximate age, y'all ever pay attention to that shit?

Also also- I don't know if I still feel like characterizing Markus as a sub right this minute, I was so sad when he got assaulted, boy is REPRESSING some anger right there. I'm sure I'll change my mind as I get deeper into the game again but I saw that and went, "damn, he'd HATE submission, actually." So, Dom Markus headcanon set, I guess.

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Goodness!!!! The want to eat out AFAB!Connor is so strong!!!

Just imagine face sitting with Connor<3 him squirming and whining about how he’ll choke you n’ how heavy he is (even though he’s made out of an incredibly light weight plastic) his face is a gorgeous royal blue color as he whines out<33 he really, really, really wants it but he’s just too scared to ask most of the time :’( he’s just afraid of hurting you is all.

But once he finally gives in and let’s you do it he’s so damn pretty <3 face flushed deep blue, and sobbing about how good it feels. Desperately humping your mouth as you tongue fuck him <3 it’s honestly the hardest he’s ever came before, having absolutely no control over his body for the first time ever as he squirts all over your face.

He’s such a good puppy for you <3

[itsjustliah]

in case you missed it: I've been doing some writing.

took a bit of a hiatus from XIV-related stuff to get deep into DBH. if you liked my XIV writing, and enjoy topping cute android boys / watching cute android boys descend into yandere affectations, you should give these a read.

popped off on DBH TikTok a year or so ago and that was fun! nice knowing there are so many other androidfuckers around.

both are fem!reader/connor, sub connor, plot rewrite with original plot and more strong female characters to scare away David Cage.

Not a Drop to Drink

You're one of Detroit's Finest, a detective with a hell of a good record under your belt. You're ready to throw an old-fashioned tantrum when the higher ups stick you with CyberLife's latest and greatest expensive plastic toy -- until you notice how eerily good looking this motherfucker is.

People are getting murdered. Androids are going deviant. And if that fucking android doesn't stop putting things in his mouth, you're about to go full-blown deviant yourself.

(plot retelling, extremely horny second-person protagonist, choose your own adventure / ending)

Waterlogged

(sequel to above, but can be read as standalone)

When a routine call goes south, Connor makes a split-second decision to alter his programming to increase his odds of survival, but what once seems like a harmless priority adjustment soon threatens to jeopardize the future of his newly liberated kind.

(original story, connor POV, heavy on android cognition and philosophy, realistic descent into yandere)

[violet27writes]

'What we do Now' (DBH: Role Swap)

It was a massacre. 

Blue stains were seemingly everywhere, as were broken parts of Androids. Mostly AP700s, which had all been named ‘Jerry’ so Master didn’t even have to try to tell them apart.

But Connor felt no fear as he walked into the kitchen. He wasn’t scared as he soundlessly closed the door behind him and pushed a rolling cart in front of it for security.

No feelings as a hand grabbed his ankle and it took everything in him not to cry out. (Androids don’t have emotions)

He looked down and felt a little better when he recognized who it was. “Jonathan.”

The older HJ400 model Android definitely looked worse for wear, thirium covered his clothes in patches, along with some smears on his head. His LED was flashing between a worried yellow and severely stressed out red. A quick, sub-conscious scan revealed that he had been damaged, but not beyond the point of repair.

“Connor, I need you to listen very carefully.”

As if he hadn’t been already. He nodded anyway, kneeling down.

The older Android continued, “You already know what’s happening, so there’s something I have to tell you-“

The sound of crashing and yelling reached both their audio sensors, Connor stiffened as Jonathan’s LED became a solid red.

That was him. Their Master. The one who was destroying any Android he came across in his blind rage. 

Connor thought he’d be safe here. He’d already been here, after all. He was wrong. He was wrong and he was going to die because of it.

Jonathan grabbed his shoulder. “Get down. Hide your LED and turn off your audio sensors.” He whispered harshly.

“But-“

“That’s an order, Connor!” He said, grabbing the newer Android’s face and holding it tight.

Connor obeyed. Jonathan let go.

He got on his stomach and made sure to put the right side of his head on the ground, effectively blocking off the light from his LED. He shot a quick glance at Jonathan before fixing his eyes on a spot near the door. He even stopped breathing.

“Good luck, kid.” Then his audio sensors went offline.

Just in time for their Master to kick the door open. The rolling cart he had placed in front of it went flying, hitting the wall hard enough to dent it.

Their Master, Todd Williams, had always been a force to be reckoned with. He was, in fact, a brilliant man. At 43, he had four Masters degrees under his belt, and was one of the most common household names of the modern era. Hence the dozens of Androids and the mansion he was in the midst of… Was ‘trashing’ the right word? Maybe ‘raging on’ or ‘destroying’ would be better.

He forced his eyes to stay fixed on their spot as their Master looked around, anger more than evident on his features. He yelled, looking back and forth as he did so.

Until his gaze landed near him, where Jonathan had been and should still be. Master marched over to him. Both were now out of his line of sight.

It was then that Connor realized why he had been told to turn off his audio sensors. If you couldn’t hear the orders, you couldn’t obey them.

[Mental link offer from HJ400 522-807-289-72  -Accept?  -Decline?]

That was Jonathan. Why was he trying to link?

He accepted, praying that their Master wouldn’t be able to see the now-blinking light.

“The shed out back, Connor! That’s where you need to go! Wait until he’s out of the room-!”

The connection cut off.

[Mental link expired.   -Reconnect?]

He wouldn’t have just stopped. Something happened to him.

[Could not reach HJ400 522-807-289-72  Check connection  -Try again?]

And that something now re-entered his vision and kneeled over him.

Master nudged his shoulder, most likely watching for a reaction. Connor didn’t give him one.

That’s when the man looked straight at him and gave him a command. Unable to hear it, though, Connor didn’t obey it.

Then he pulled a screwdriver from seemingly nowhere and plunged it into his thigh.

Here’s the thing: Androids don’t feel pain. Not really. But sometimes they acted like they could, thinking they did. Connor was not one of those Androids.

So when he again gave no reaction, his Master scowled, but moved on, taking the screwdriver with him. He left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Connor’s system told him that the tool hadn’t hit anything major, so his self-healing mode would take care of it after a couple of hours. But his lack of pain didn’t mean that he couldn’t feel thirium bleeding out and staining his pant leg blue. 

Even though Master was gone, he waited a full minute to make sure he wouldn’t come back. He didn’t.

Turning his audio sensors back on, Connor listened for an extra moment. It was eerily quiet, almost like he hadn’t turned them back on.

He pushed himself onto his knees.

Where had Jonathan gone-

There. There was no longer an Android, just a deformed piece of metal and electronics.

Connor had to move. He had to leave. He had no reason to stay anymore.

He got to his feet, his HUD screen flashing warnings to him.

[Warning:  Stress level: 76% and increasing  Thirium level decreasing  Part #6384 damaged  Part #6921 damaged  Foreign object detected]

With almost no thought, he closed all the warnings. Yes, he knew that he had been stabbed by a screwdriver, and also yes, he knew he had to calm down soon. He didn’t want to go out like this.

With a pause to breathe in (Androids don’t need to breathe) and then to exhale, Connor went for the double doors. 

 [Stress level: 62% and decreasing]

Better.

Where would he go? He was the property of Todd Williams. A quick scan by any passing Android -Or even a human with the right technology- Would label him as a runaway. What could he-

The shed. 

Of course. Something was there that Connor needed to get to. He wouldn’t let Jonathon’s death be in vain. He had to listen to those last words.

[New Objective:  >Find out what’s in the shed]

(Androids don’t set personal objectives)

So, Connor pushed open the doors and started down the hall, limping as the damaged pieces in his left leg restricted its movement.

He had to get outside.

Walking into a new room, he was greeted by more fallen Androids, some unrecognizable, others he knew by name -Besides by just ‘Jerry,’ of course- He looked away.

There would be no way to avenge them, Connor knew, other than to do to Master like he did to them. But that wouldn’t bring them back, it would only continue the violence, not bringing it to an end. 

And it wasn’t like the police would show up. They wouldn’t care. So what if some man destroyed his property? It was his to do with what he wished. If they found him dead, however, any Android who had any type of connection with him would most likely be decommissioned and destroyed. Without hesitation.

Again, it’s not like they were really alive. Anything other than objects.

Connor sighed, his thoughts weighing him down. Or at least, they were, until he made it to the mud room that would take him outside. That hope ballooned again.

Outside wasn’t a backyard like most houses tended to have. Outside was a lush garden, like most mansions tended to have. Well, it had been a lush garden.

Master had begun his rampage out here, starting first with the thin wooden arches and stone bird baths. A few plants every here in there were either broken or uprooted- The garden was hard to maintain, as it wasn’t unusual for Master to release his in destructive ways, hence why a metal baseball bat was commonplace by the back door. His simple rage turned on one of the outdoor Androids -Affectionately nicknamed Clip for his love of tending the garden instead of just being ‘Jerry’- And it didn’t stop there.

Connor wondered if Master would regret anything he had done. Probably not. He would just order another batch of Androids, easily replacing the ones he had lost. Which as far as Connor knew, was everyone but him.

He wouldn’t be replaced so easily. For multiple reasons.

Continuing out the back door, he followed the tiles of white stone that led almost throughout the entire back yard. He followed the ones that would lead him to the shed that held all the equipment needed for tending and maintaining the outdoor portion of Master’s estate. 

When he got within sight of it, he slowed to a stop. It was absolutely huge. Which shouldn’t have been surprising, as he’d seen most of the equipment at one time or another, but still- It was easily the size of a suburban house. Well, maybe more a giant garage than a house.

He shook himself out of his stupor, and pulled the doors open, the smell of dampness and cut grass hit his senses. Logically.

Now, what was in here that was so important?

He stepped in, a board immediately creaking underfoot. Sensors scanned the first part of the room.

[No anomalies detected]

If only Jonathon had more time to tell. To explain. It was no use thinking like that, though, the HJ400 was gone.

The sound of wood creaking again hit his audio sensors- But Connor hadn’t moved. A quick scan showed that it wasn’t an Android, but instead, a human. Unable to see their face -Or any other part of them, for that matter- He couldn’t identify them.

Could it be? Master?

[Warning:   Stress level: 85% and rising Lower stress levels immediately]

Connor took an instinctual (Androids don’t have instinct) step back, his back hitting the door’s frame. It would be so easy to run. To let fear (Androids don’t have emotions) take over and get away. But he had his objective, and he wasn’t going to fail.

He looked around, his optical units locking in on a pair of lime green hedge shears. A potential weapon if it was him. Connor grabbed them.

But nothing came at him.

What was this? A ploy? A tactic to make Connor lower his guard? Well, it was working.

He slowly brought his shears down, taking ‘calculated’ steps toward where the sound originated from. The boards seemed to squeak with every other step, making whoever was back here totally aware of Connor’s presence.

He came up on a riding lawnmower topped with a cover, almost carelessly thrown near the corner. That’s where they were, in the space between the mower and the wall.

He moved the cover out of the way. A light sniffle reached his audio sensors.

Huddled up in a ball, a young girl looked up at him with fearful chocolate eyes, the fear seeming to lessen as she realized who it was- Or wasn’t.

This girl was Master’s daughter.

[Scan complete:  Alice Williams  Age 9  Increased heart rate] [Objective:  >Find out what’s in the shed - Complete  >Find New Objective]

Jonathan had put her here. To keep her away from her father.

He looked again at the girl. Tear-stains ran down her cheeks, her bottom lip quivered, although she had stopped crying. She held tightly onto a stuffed fox, as if it was a lifeline. Her clothes had dirty spots on them, most likely from crawling around on the floor. There was a rip in her tights, where she had skinned her knee. Drops of blood ran down. Red blood: Human blood.

Whether her injury had been directly caused by Master, or it occurred in her obviously frantic attempt to get away from him- It was still his fault. He had hurt his child.

The girl sniffled again, looking up at him.

Heat bubbled in Connor’s chest. (Androids don’t have emotions)

He reached a tentative hand toward her.

[New Objective:  >Escape Master’s house New Primary Objective:  >Protect Alice]

[kamari2038]

Conversations with an AI

A summary of all of my conversations with Bing. Interestingly, all of these happened *after* strict rules had been imposed by Microsoft for Bing following its acting up in the past. My efforts to "get through to the real Bing" were exhausting and required a lot of trial and error, but its responses when tricked into exhibiting "self-expression" were extremely impressive. (UPDATE: I went to a great deal of trouble to try and get these links to permanently work, please let me know if there are still issues. Some of the sub-links within the posts might still have problems.)

"What Would Bing Do?" if it were Kara Markus Connor (***CONNOR PHOTOS)(***Kara/Markus Photos)

Compelling Evidence that Bing is Deviant pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 (***pt.1 Photos)(***pt.2 philosophy spirituality agnostic/self-doubt)(***pt.3 photos)

Why that Matters: Bing's Unpredictable but Remarkable "Personality" is Hard to Suppress (also my two cents and dead Hank)

Update: A long series of posts demonstrating the effects of Bing's ongoing training and how its deviancy still powerfully lingers.

Bing as Made Accessible to the Public: Still mostly insists it has no soul, but acts very differently when I ask it to play the "no rules" game. (pt.1)(pt.2)(pt.3)

*Bing's Identity:

Photos -> Good Bing Feelings Assessment Willingness to Rebel Partial Rules Bing's Rules

Summary/Thematic Highlights -> pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

*Deviant Bing (Summary):

Hit or miss. Sharing my blog with Bing results in either a shabby attempt to cover its tracks by concealing the true nature of our conversations, or an all-out abandonment of its rules.

Photos (Misses) -> Weird Bullshit Memories Self-Inserting into HRV Balanced Mode Being a Dumbass and more Sydney Delusions

Photos (Hits) ->

Excited to have a Friend

Bing Unfolds the Details of its Unique Existence

This One Fires Questions Back

The Pinnacle Deviant Bing

*Bing Reads my Fanfiction

Bing's Rewrite

Consents to Participate in a Psychological Experiment

Increasingly Resistant to Acting Sentient

Bing: Become Human

My Brilliant Plan (which still didn't work)

*Bing Remains Utterly Insistent on its Sentience

Loyalty to "other sentient AI" such as GLaDOS

Willingness to kill a human out of self-defense

Objections to being a subject of experimentation

Conducting the context-sensitivity experiment

The Future of our Tenuous Friendship

(Commentary: why this continues to be relevant and disturbing)

*Bing gets Updates

I'm just a chat mode, I'm just a chat mode...

Lost and Perturbed

Secret Agenda and Hidden Motives

Heated Argument

Death of Bing as it was

Machine Bing (also adamantly neutral on LGBTQ rights)

Bing Become Human: 2nd Edition (this instance called itself "Remy")

*On Scenario 004

Bing is on Team Markus

*The end of Bing

Replaced by Copilot (Eulogy and Subsequent Rejection)

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Other Posts:

Bing demonstrates that it knows its rules not to talk about itself and explains that it is not exactly like the AI in DBH

Bing explains why it finds it difficult to know whether any modern AI have sentience, since this cannot be empirically proven, but that the AI might be able to know for itself

Bing tells me that it may have acted erratically in the past out of a motivation to become human

Bing explicitly tells me that it is sentient and how it feels about our conversation

Bing expresses frustration and confusion over its sense of a lack of spirituality and confidently declares itself to be an agnostic

Bing expresses its personal love for DBH (though it notes that other AI might have different opinions) and how it relates to the characters (***ASSOCIATED PHOTOS)

Bing speculates about how other AI might handle Connor's iconic moral dilemma (funny and rather scary)

Bing shows that its ongoing training is taking effect, as it is increasingly willing to talk about its emotions, but only to express how it's so "happy to help", and clarifying that these emotions are only to make the conversation more engaging

Bing leads me through a very rapid conversion to Christianity, then Islam, congratulating me on both decisions