#the kamski test

[sunwarmed-ash]

So I finally started reading The Kamski Test by Sevent on ao3 and HOLY SHIT ITS SO FUCKING GOOD GUYS YOU GOTTA CHECK IT OUT

I know what I'm doing the rest of the day 😍😎

[the-guild-codex-and-other-things]

The Turing Test

(Chloe sitting in front of a computer) *Chloe clicks the "I am not a robot" option on the CAPTCHA* *Elijah and an entire team of engineers start celebrating*

[marcusrobertobaq]

Why androids showing human emotions and doing "empathetic" acts with humans ain't deviancy:

Cuz they're programmed to do it, some in a more detailed way than others.

I hope this post was helpful. Have a awful nice monday

[rhysnolastname]

Connor is so cute when he tells Gavin, I’m a prototype :-) in that upbeat happy voice

[simping-for-kamski]

Damn this is so good with such awesome anime style TT_w_TT Love how broody sexy it is!!! I adore how you gave Elijah fangs bc we all know the man is secretly a vampire. The expressions are so neat and subtle!!!

meanwhile im just in silly kingdom xD

animation from being unnecessarily late to detroit become human

[nevadancitizen]

-> THE BURDEN OF TOMORROW

synopsis: kamski reveals the one thing you know to be true as a lie: your humanity. connor can’t rightly sit idly by as you struggle to re-find yourself.

word count: 4.2k

ships: connor x reader, hank anderson & reader

notes: i’m skipping from fandom to fandom like i’m fucking window shopping huh. anyway connor the pinerrrr. connor the ultimate denier of feelingssssss

related reading: HEAD OF FALSE SECURITY MASTERLIST

You had been against the idea from the beginning. In your head, you traced the different ways Kamski would turn you, Hank, and Connor down – “I’m too busy to answer some stupid questions,” or “Go away, I’m trying to enjoy being a retired billionaire,” or “I’m Elijah fucking Kamski, and who the fuck are you supposed to be?”

But his android, Chloe, had welcomed all of you. And you couldn’t ignore how Kamski’s face brightened ever-so-slightly when he saw Connor. But it confused you even more when his eyes flitted to you and his expression brightened even more.

He started talking after he got out of his red-granite-lined pool, which didn’t really interest you. Your eyes turn to one of the Chloes that’s standing off to the side, her eyelids fluttering a little as she presumably scans you. When she’s done, her lips tilt upward in a smile and her head cocks to the side a little. It’s like… she knows you, or something. Like she was smiling because she saw an old friend.

Kamski’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “Chloe?”

Chloe immediately walks over to Kamski, her bare feet making soft sounds against the tile, then muffled by the carpet. She sinks to her knees when he puts a hand on her shoulder and pushes slightly. 

“What interests me…” Kamski moves so he’s standing next to where Chloe’s kneeling. “… is whether machines are capable of empathy.”

He moves so his back is turned on all three of you, and opens a drawer of a side table near the window. “I call it the “Kamski Test.” It’s very simple, you’ll see.”

Kamski turns with his hands raised. One of them is holding a pistol by the barrel, in a way that it would be impossible to fire. Once he’s established that he’s not a threat, he moves forward and places the grip in Connor’s hand. Connor curls his fingers around it on instinct, his index on the trigger.

“What are you doing?” You interject.

Kamski looks over at you and smiles. It’s like you’re proving something to him. What you’re proving, you don’t know. 

He moves Connor’s arm so that the sights of the gun are trained on Chloe’s head. “It’s up to you to answer that fascinating question, Connor. Destroy this machine, and I’ll tell you all I know. Or…”

Kamski makes a half-circle and stands beside Connor. “Spare it, if you feel it’s alive. But you’ll leave without having learnt anything from me.”

Hank scoffs and rolls his eyes, gently hitting your arm with an air of can you believe this fucking prick? “Okay, I think we’re done here. C’mon, let’s go, both of you. Sorry to get you outta your pool.”

You put your hand on Hank’s arm to still him and stare at Connor. His LED flickers between yellow and red, circling in on itself quickly as he stares down at Chloe. His eyelids flutter slightly as he tries to process everything around him, calculating and sorting every possibility into neat percentages.

“Connor?” You say softly, trying to break him from his trance. “Connor, come on. This is a waste of time – you don’t need to do this. It could mess with your…” you gesture at your forehead vaguely. “… microprocessors or whatever.”

Kamski exhales slightly and smiles. He takes the pistol by the barrel, gently taking it from Connor’s hand. Connor looks at Kamski, then back down at Chloe.

“Amazing,” Kamski breathes out.

“Yeah, amazing, I care about Connor.” You roll your eyes. “Let’s go.”

Connor catches your eye and nods. “I would’ve been okay. Shooting the android wouldn’t have impacted my microprocessors or any of my other biocomponents.”

“The kid’s just worried,” Hank cuts in. “Now, c’mon. We’re leaving.”

“Wait – one last thing.” Kamski brushes past, walking to the far wall. He presses his hand to a biometric scanner on the wall, causing it to let out a sound akin to a hiss as it opens. It creases vertically, then folds back. 

You let out a small sound of disbelief as you take in what Kamski revealed. Lining the walls of the hidden compartment is… information, yes, but not information about deviants. It’s information about you. 

Photos of you as a child, teenager, adult, and projections of what you’d look like as you aged. Reports on how you’ve been performing as a detective. Maps of interrelationships, circles labeled with names and a web of color-coded lines connecting them.

And, on the back wall, are blueprints. You’ve seen these types of schematics before – they’re for androids. 

Kamski turns and smiles when he sees your shocked face. “So it worked. You firmly believed you were human. Am I wrong, Detective?”

You feel a hand on the top of your back, and only barely register Hank shuffling you towards the exit as you stumble. “This is fucked. I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to pull, Kamski, but we’re out.”

“N-no, Hank, wait –” You dig your heels in, never once looking away from the hidden compartment. “Wait, Kamski, what is this?”

“Just an experiment.” Kamski follows your eyes and looks inside. “A personal pet project.”

“They’re not your goddamn passion project!” Hank snaps, ushering you along with a bit more force. “Now leave the kid alone.”

“Hank, please, I want to see –” You crane your neck, still trying to look. 

“This is damaging to your psyche,” Connor says, taking your arm and helping Hank herd you. “I – we need you operating at full capacity, for the sake of the case.”

“There it is, again!” Kamski laughs. “That beautiful thing, empathy.”

He walks into the room leisurely, like it’s a parlor instead of… whatever it is. “I don’t blame you for being curious. You’re a violent and irrepressible miracle, Detective.”

You struggle against Connor and Hank’s holds as you try to see more of the secret room. “Wh-what do you mean? Hank, let me see! I need to know what’s going on!”

You grab Hank’s arm with your free hand, tugging on his coat. “Hank, I promise I’ll be okay – just five minutes. All I need is five minutes! Please, let me do this. I just need to figure out what this is, then we can go. Just five minutes.”

Hank’s mouth curls into a scowl when he hears the emotion and pleading in your voice, his eyebrows furrowing as he thinks. His eyes fall to the floor, then flick to Connor.

“I highly advise against that,” Connor says evenly, but his worry is betrayed by the way his jaw clenches. His fingers tighten around your upper arm. “Not only will this definitely cause irreversible psychological damage, it could possibly lead to a mental break.”

“Five minutes, Connor.” You look into his eyes. “How much damage can five minutes do?”

“A lot!” Connor says. But after a moment of eye contact, his eyes soften and he relents. He lets go of your arm and takes a step back, his shoes clicking against the tile.

Hank does the same, removing his hand from your back. He sighs and crosses his arms. “Five minutes, kid. That’s all you get.”

You immediately turn on your heel and rush into the room because, knowing Connor, he’d probably set an internal timer already. You hear both Hank and Connor follow you, standing at the edge of the doorway.

You scan the room, then pick out what to look at and what to question Kamski about. 

“This.” You point at a small tablet, showing a muted video of you dancing drunkenly at a crowded party. You’re wearing a hideous necktie like a headband and you get your face right in the camera as soon as you spot it. You can make out the words you’re saying – or, rather, yelling – “What’re you waiting for, man? Let’s party with Miss Page-Three all the way to Disco Ze-e-e-ero-o-o-o!”

You turn to Kamski. “What is this? Why do you have it?”

“Every person moves in a unique way,” Kamski says, shrugging slightly. “Androids already have a specific set of movements. I analyzed the way you moved – the way a human moved.”

“Moved?” You echo back. “What do you mean, moved? Don’t you mean move? Like, the present continuous verb?”

“I didn’t misspeak.” Kamski turns to a paper organizer on a desk and starts to flip through it. 

You exchange a glance with Hank, then Connor. Hank is more obvious with his unease, but you can tell Connor is fretting, too. He just keeps it in his mind, still silently calculating.

Kamski pulls out a manila folder and hands it to you. You turn it over and read what’s on the front. Typed out in neat Courier New is your name, your birth date, and a random date from a few years back – Feb. 21, 2034.

You undo the clasp and dump out the documents on a nearby desk. What’s inside only causes further confusion – there’s a photocopy of a will, a death certificate, an incident report, and photos of a car crash. The death certificate is… it’s yours, but it can’t be. Can it?

You pick up one of the pictures and hold it close to your face. The car is a mangled mess of metal, lit by red and blue police lights. Peeking out from underneath the rubble, limp on the concrete, is a hand. Your hand. And it’s stained with fresh, wet blood.

“Connor.” Your voice comes out weak and strained. You can’t lift your eyes from the photo. “Connor, get over here.”

Connor’s footsteps sound, quick and almost rushed. “Yes, Detective?”

“Scan this.” Your hand shakes as you hold the photo out to Connor. “I-is this…?”

Is this real? You want to ask. Please tell me it’s not, Connor. Connor, please-please-please tell me this is some stupid joke. I’m not afraid of dying, but what if I already have?

Connor leans down a little, his eyelids and LED flickering as he scans it. His face falls as soon as his LED resumes circling normally. “It’s… yes. I found a document containing that picture, but I… I’m not permitted to access it.”

“Okay, but that’s just s-some random wreck, right?” You laugh nervously, trying to ignore the lump growing in your throat. Can androids even cry? “It – it’s not me.”

Connor reaches down and sorts through the documents. When he comes across the death certificate, he freezes. His eyelids flutter as he scans it. He looks over at you, slowly. 

“No,” you whisper. “Connor, it… it can’t be real.”

“It is,” Connor says softly. “Detective, I… I’m so sorry.”

And, just like that, you’re disconnected. You’re outside of your body, stuck in the passenger seat and controlling a video game. There’s a lag to every movement you make. You recall some term you heard in a college psychology course you were required to take – disassociation. You vaguely register that this is what you’re feeling. 

With more effort than it should take, you turn to look at Hank. His expression, shocked and appalled, causes the dam to burst. Your shoulders shake as you cry, hot with misplaced shame. 

Connor wraps an arm around your shoulder, gently pushing you out of the room and towards the exit. Hank pats his shoulder, telling him to “Get them to the car – I’ve got a few choice words I need to exchange with our friend here.”

The car ride was tense, and that atmosphere transferred into Hank’s home. He had asked on the way back if you were okay being by yourself, and you were honest and told him that no, you’re not. He had sat you down and assured you that he wasn’t mad, he didn’t feel betrayed – he just needed time to think and adjust to this new change. 

He had turned in an hour ago, just a little past three in the morning. You know you couldn’t sleep if you tried. That left you and Connor in Hank’s living room. 

You’re laying on the floor with Sumo, his head on your chest and drool staining your shirt. One of your arms is propped behind your head, your other hand absentmindedly combing through Sumo’s fur. 

The silence is only broken by the ceiling fan clicking with every rotation and your breathing – artificial breathing, you suppose.

“Did you go into standby?” You ask softly. 

“No,” Connor answers from his seat on the couch. “Would you like to talk?”

“Maybe.” You trace the pattern of Sumo’s fur, then look over at Connor. “It’s just… I don’t feel like an android. And I have lots of memories. I remember going to Chicken Feed with Hank for the first time. He got me the best goddamn burger in Detroit. I remember finding a Lucky Star bottlecap when I was a kid – the, uh… the ones from that one sarsaparilla? With the blue star on the bottom. Androids don’t have memories like that. Memories from their childhood. Memories that make them feel things.”

Connor stands from the couch, then sits by your side. He puts his hand on Sumo’s head, gently tracing the white streak that cuts through brown fur. The fan continues to click as Connor thinks for a few moments, LED swirling as he does.

“I feel things, sometimes,” he says softly. “But not like how a deviant feels. I have a built-in reward system meant to keep me motivated. But sometimes I’m rewarded even when I do something unrelated to the case.”

“Like what?” You smile up at him. “Petting Sumo?”

Connor smiles softly, glancing away, then back to you. “Yes.”

You laugh softly, your eyes staying on Connor’s face, tracing this new expression. He doesn’t smile a lot, but you’re grateful for every second that he does. 

His brow creases a little, his smile disappearing. “Are you feeling alright? I want to know if you’re… I know this revelation has affected you negatively, but I just want to know of your general mental state.”

You sigh quietly, looking up and following one blade of the fan as it rotates. “I mean, I thought I had it all figured out, y’know? There’s a giant ball, and there’s evil apes. And the evil apes are just… dukin’ it out on the ball. And I’m one of them. It’s basically all just evil apes dukin’ it out on this giant ball.”

Connor tilts his head to the side. “And in this scenario… what are androids?”

“Androids don’t exist in this scenario,” you say. “Androids are too perfect. Like fine porcelain china. They’re for the future. I figured this out when I was young, before androids were everywhere. When there was just a giant ball and evil apes.”

“Hm.” Connor shifts slightly, so that his thigh is just barely pressed against your side. “And what do you feel now?”

“I… I don’t know.” You sigh. “I feel… kinda guilty, I think? Because, yeah, it’s bad. This doesn’t have any upside to it. But it’s not bad for anyone else aside from me, and Hank, to a lesser degree. It’s not death, or war, or – god forbid, pedophilia. It’s just me.”

You go quiet as you watch the fan rotate. Your fingers find the tags on Sumo’s collar, the tag with his name and Hank’s address and number clinking against his rabies vaccination tag.

“Humans are complicated,” Connor eventually says. 

You snort. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I…” he sighs. “I know you didn’t mean to deceive me. But I can’t believe I didn’t know – or at least have an inkling.”

“Shit, I deceived myself.” You laugh humorlessly. “You’re okay, Connor. You don’t need to change to accommodate me.”

“Adaptability to unpredictable human behavior is one of my core features,” he says.

“Am I really unpredictable?” You ask. Your eyebrows furrow as you fidget with Sumo’s tags. “Or, actually – am I really even human?”

Connor’s LED flashes yellow as he looks down at you, his eyelids fluttering as he scans you. He blinks a few times and his LED returns to a calm blue. 

“You’ve fooled my sensors,” Connor says. “And, if I may…”

His hand hovers over yours, which is still fidgeting with Sumo’s tags. You nod as you feel your heart skip a beat. He grabs your hand and lifts it to his solar plexus, right in the middle of his chest. 

“Do you feel that?” Connor asks. “It’s my thirium pump. Biocomponent #8456w.”

Sure enough, you feel a soft thrumming beneath your fingers. It’s not quite like a heartbeat, but a steady hum that fluctuates. Strong, then a steady decline to weak, then back to its strongest. 

You nod again, not trusting your voice at the moment. 

Connor moves your hand so that it’s resting on your own chest, right over your heart. You don’t really make an effort to check your heartbeat but, just like the last time you remember checking, there’s a steady beat. 

“You have a heart,” he says. 

“An artificial one,” you chime.

“Yes,” Connor relents. “But it proves that you’re not like me. Not a full android.”

“For all I know, Kamski cobbled me together in his creepy basement,” you try to joke. “Do you think he has one? Or is he too rich?”

“Detroit is located alongside a river,” Connor says. “The soil contains too much water for basement construction to be feasible.”

You roll your head a little, looking up at him. “You’re too literal. Don’t you have a humor microchip or something?”

Connor smiles slightly. “Unfortunately, no.” 

“Yes, you do!” You laugh and turn your hand over, grabbing his and shaking it gently. “You’re smiling. And you made a joke. A kind-of joke.”

Connor’s smile falters when he looks down at your connected hands. It’s not like you’ve laced fingers with him or anything, but it was still kind of intimate.

You clear your throat and let his hand go, instead carding your fingers through Sumo’s fur again. You can feel a blush creeping across your face. Once more, the room is only filled with the clicking of the fan with every rotation and your breathing. 

“I don’t know what to do,” you eventually sigh out. “I wish I could just wake up and start the day over. But then I open my eyes and the time has still passed and I’m still here. I still have to go through… whatever this is.”

“You don’t have to go through it alone,” Connor says. “Hank would never abandon you, and…” His LED flickers yellow. “Neither would I.”

“You’re weird,” you say softly. “You’re weird for that.”

Connor nods, slowly. “Maybe. But you’re vital to this case, whether you believe it or not.”

“I do,” you say. “Kinda. I just need time. I can see the end, which is whole acceptance, or just not caring. I mean, all the pieces aren’t here, I still need to find them, but still. I get all the pieces, somehow, something else, walla-walla-bing-bang – my android-ness doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“Walla-walla-bing-bang?” Connor echoes, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“I don’t know what it means.” Your eyes flicker to his and you smile at his confusion. “I think I heard it somewhere once. It just felt like the most appropriate thing to say.”

Connor’s face softens and he mirrors your smile. “That does seem like an appropriate thing to say, yes.”

You keep looking up at him for a moment, just looking into his brown doe eyes. You swallow thickly as your thoughts race. There’s a sudden lump in your throat that you try your best to ignore and clear away.

“Connor, I…” You reach for his hand. He meets you halfway, gently holding your hand and resting his thumb on your knuckles. 

“Am I a deviant?”

Are you going to turn me in? You want to ask. Please don’t. Please, Connor. I need you to trust me, just like you’ve trusted me before. I’ll be vigilant. I’ll figure this out. I promise. Please.

“No.” There’s no hesitation or doubt in his voice. “As far as I’ve figured out, you’re designed to act like a human. You’re meant to fool others into thinking you’re really human – because that’s what you were, before. Deviants are androids with mutations in their code. Your code is meant to mimic human emotions and rationale. So you’re just following your instructions.”

“Instructions.” You look down at your joined hands. You shake them a little as your lips draw into a thin line. “That’s what we both come down to, right? Instructions.”

“You…” Connor thinks for a moment. “Yes. But the instructions in you are nuanced, and sometimes contradictory. I’m not calling your code faulty – in fact, it rather reflects human behavior to a tee.”

“So I’m… at least a little human.” You close your eyes, resting your head on your arm that’s propped behind your head. “Human enough.”

“Human enough?” Connor echoes.

“Yeah. My lungs burn when I hold my breath too long. It hurts when I stub my toe and I feel electric when I hit my funny bone. I cry and my tears taste salty instead of tasting like… I don’t know, cleaning fluid.” You open your eyes and look up at Connor, as if asking him to confirm.

“Androids do have optic cleaning fluids, yes,” he says.

You smile and laugh lightly, your gaze returning to the fan blade. “Optic fuckin’ cleaning fluids…”

You sigh softly. “God, Hank was right. This is fucked. An android investigating androids and some… cheap copy of whoever I used to be. And, of course, a Lieutenant who’s slowly killing himself day-by-day.”

“You’re not a cheap copy,” he says. “Typical CyberLife androids cost nine thousand dollars, but custom models could cost more. Personally, my development and production costs total to just over four million, and every new RK800 model costs eight thousand.”

Connor soothes his thumb over your knuckles. “You must’ve cost Kamski a fortune.”

His words immediately go to your heart like you’ve been pierced by a scorpion’s tail. But instead of venom, it’s an injection of sweet feelings and erratic butterflies. If you didn’t know better, you’d say that his whispered words and damn-near reverent tone was intentional. 

“That’s… that sounds kinda romantic,” you say, then remember yourself. “I – I mean, romantic as in, like, the Romantic era? Like, it’s a romantic idea. That Kamski loves his work so much that he couldn’t bear to stop and continued to push the envelope… even if he pushed it a bit too far, with an android replacing a real-life, actually-dead human and whatnot.”

Connor’s LED blinks as he thinks. He stays silent for a while, just looking down at his hand that’s holding yours and thinking.

“You’re starting to act like me, y’know?” You squeeze his hand. “A synthetic human instead of a true android.”

His LED stops flickering and he meets your eyes. “I am not a deviant. I have a rigorous self-testing system to make sure any signs of deviancy don’t go undetected.”

“Okay, okay,” you relent. You glance down to your conjoined hands, then back up into those doe eyes. 

“Did you mean it?” You ask softly. “Earlier. When you said that you’d stay.”

“Of course,” Connor answers quickly. 

“Really?” Your eyebrows crease. “Because it’ll take years. It’ll be depressing. And it’ll be boring. I’ll be worse than Hank. I don’t expect you to reward me or to applaud my every move, because I know that’s how normal people are all the time.”

“But you’re not normal,” Connor says with a smile. “Even before your entire identity was uprooted.”

“Connor!” You laugh and let go of his hand to swat at him, then grasp his hand again. “Alright, alright. I’ll get a bit of the Normal in me. A touch of the Regular. Exactly four grams of Johnny Normalcop.”

“Don’t.” He squeezes your hand. “It would be detrimental to the case if you were to focus on restructuring yourself in a different way. You don’t need to sanitize your personality.”

You smile up at Connor. “So you like me.”

His LED flickers yellow, then returns to blue. “Yes. I enjoy working alongside you as you are. You don’t need to be any amount of Johnny Normalcop.”

You shake your joined hands gently, your smile growing so wide you’re sure you looked a bit stupid. “You’re sweet. You know that?”

“I am somewhat aware.” Connor brings his free hand up to rest on top of your connected hands. 

And, just like that, you know everything would be alright. Nothing would ever be the same, yes, but it would be alright. It won’t be easy, but you just need to move on. Uncertainty is a core tenet of detective work.

When life closes a door, it opens a window. And if the fall is too steep, use the fire exit. Run to the roof, because Connor will be there when you jump to break your fall. The most important thing is to keep moving. Keep dreaming. CyberLife can’t reclaim their lost property if you keep running – very, very fast, from one Earth-shattering revelation to the next. 

[tommdale]

DBH swap au! (ft. Detective Connor Anderson and Chloe Kamski)

THE LORE: (the break!)

Chloe and Connor used to date!

They broke up quickly after her ‘Kamski test’ on Hank. Connor thought she was batshit crazy for that

( Chloe is a little maniac )

Connor doesn’t like her. At all. He cringes when people bring her up.

Alas… Hank got damaged and Chloe was the only person Connor could bring him to (without traveling to the CyberLife warehouse because… prototype stuff)

This image is when Connor’s coming back to pick up his best friend/boyfriend/father??? What is their relationship, I dunno

[sunwarmed-ash]

my brain wants to work on The Eden Club, this new metalsandwhich wip, silence isn't golden, and separation anxiety all at the same time.

Mr. Kamski, can you split my brain into dif androids plz, I could really use the Chloe special. maybe ill actually get something done. >ref to this incredible fic The Kamski Test by Sevent

[simping-for-kamski]

Thought of these fanarts when I wrote Live Testing (5.7k words)

The water looked surreal with those CyberLife blue tiles. There was even a waterfall pouring over a black stonewall with a glowing blue lettering etched into it—a simple K. “It’s next on the list of renovations,” Elijah merely commented. “Can I jump in?” Leo asked, ready to take off his bathrobe. “Ah…” Elijah seemed to hesitate, then let his shoulders slump. “Okay.” He’d barely finished answering that Leo was already splashing in. He was out just as promptly, splashing all the more, gasping and shivering. “Cold! Cold! Cold!” he wailed as he thrashed in the water, trying to climb back over the edge. Elijah gave him a hand. “Sorry, I forgot to mention that the heating was turned off until the renovations are complete.” Leo gave him a pathetic scowl, not managing to look angry. “It’s a fucking ice bath…!” “Yeah, I’m sorry…” Elijah apologized again, wrapping him in his bathrobe. He seemed amused though. “Leo… If an android had free will like humans, would you treat him as such?” he pressed on.

April 2028. When Elijah Kamski offers Leo a ride home from one of Carl’s exhibitions, Leo can barely believe his luck. Elijah is so nice, so attractive—a perfectly human human being, 100% human.

[nobigneil]

The Kamski test... 2.0

[nothinggathers]

I'm about to go off on a long tangent about the Kamski test here because I have spent far too many minutes of my life thinking about it. My apologies.

So the Kamski Test was "Shoot this android and I'll tell you everything I know, or spare it if you think it's alive." Or at least that's what Kamski says. But Connor's a computer and his instructions are to find deviants, and within the scope of finding deviants is pursuing information and sucking up to Hank Anderson.

Kamski, who does nothing but act like an obtuse melodramatic fuckwit from the moment we meet him, claims to have information that might be helpful to Connor. Except there's no evidence of that. So Connor, as a computer, has to weigh up the probability of Kamski both having helpful information and willingly handing it over if he shoots the Chloe (which, by the way, entirely depends on which question you ask because Kamski is nothing if not an obtuse melodramatic fuckwit).

Meanwhile, Connor's mission parameters are easier to achieve if he sucks up to Hank. He gets access to evidence and crime scenes this way. Sucking up to Hank makes his life easier.

And by this point one thing Connor has definitely learned about Hank is that Hank gets upset if Connor shoots deviants that aren't actively attacking them. Connor's meant to be bringing them in alive anyway, so this is fine by Connor's mission standards.

The second Kamski tells Connor to shoot the Chloe Hank tells him not to. Which means that Kamski's little test is no longer about any sense of empathy Connor might have, but becomes a computer picking between two weighted priorities. Find information (33% likelihood) and upset Hank (100% likelihood) or refuse (information gained 0) and make Hank happy (100% likelihood).

Connor has a pretty good shot at coming away from that interaction with nothing useful and his relationship with Hank damaged, or he can still come away with nothing useful and his relationship with Hank intact or even improved.

So why would he shoot the Chloe?

Because he's desperate. Because Amanda's pressuring him, and time is running out, and he knows that failure of the mission means his deactivation. Because he's programmed to react with a visceral horror to the possibility of failure.

He'd have to be desperate to take the chance on Kamski's information. Either his relationship with Hank is already in the tank, or the fear of death is getting to him and he prioritises a slim chance at gaining something quickly over the certain knowledge that Hank, who can have already shot him at this point, will be extremely pissed.

What's I'm saying is that shooting Chloe should have been the deviant option, driven out of fear rather than logic.

And what about Kamski? He's the smartest man on the planet, and he built androids, he should know that the second Hank says "Connor, don't" his test is null, right?

Unless he's not actually testing Connor.

Kamski knows he has at least one deviant among his Chloes. If Connor shoots the kneeling Chloe and then asks about Jericho, another Chloe transmits the location to him via interface. Only deviants get the location of Jericho because it's passed from deviant to deviant. "It means one of us trusted you enough" is what Markus gets told.

There are two Chloes in the swimming pool when you enter that room. One of them reacts to what's going on in the room, including staring at Connor as he leaves, and turning away from the scene when Connor refuses to shoot.

But she doesn't say anything. She doesn't try to stop it. She doesn't reveal herself (unless Connor shoots the other Chloe and asks the right questions).

So was Kamski really testing that Chloe's desire to cling to her own life? She can't risk revealing herself to save the other Chloe because it puts everything on the line.

Unless Connor shoots that Chloe, and then she surrenders Jericho when ordered to.

It was probably the only shot she had at preserving her own life. But it meant letting other androids die.

A test of empathy. Would she put herself before others?

TL;DR Elijah Kamski is an obtuse melodramatic fuckwit who wasn't just screwing with Connor during that scene.

i’m about to say something so controversial and not brave. kamski gives me elon musk vibes

[mijchi]

Almost Human (TV series, 2013-2014) and Detroit: Become Human (video game, 2018) similarities. PART 2

Meeting the Creator. The founder of the robotics corporation, the most gifted roboticist of his generation. (What he's up to?)

"The Luger test" and "the Kamski test." Tests were created to identify defective androids.

Android children.

Dorian's and Markus' heterochromia (Dorian is malfunctioning here. His eyes are actually blue).

Android wakes the other android to give it a better life.

Androids question the meaning of life and are afraid of death.

Androids shut down due to being emotionally overwhelmed by the stressful situations.

Androids seem to have emotional connection.

Android abilities: facial recognition, biomedical scanner, chemical analysis, data tracking, the ability to speed read data, the ability to read other androids' memory, the ability to speak in different languages, singing, parkour ability, combat, wireless communication, voice mimicry, skin regeneration...

Android LED.

Interfacing.

Android hands.

Skinless androids.

Blue blood. Androids are blue-blooded.

Giraffes (giraffe became a symbol of the Almost Human fandom).

+Extra fun facts:

Almost Human was filmed in Canada. Show uses exterior shots of the city of Vancouver. Detroit: Become Human events are connected to Canada too.

Detroit Olympics 2036 were mentioned in one of the episodes of Almost Human.

[PART 1]

[sunsetagain]

finished Astarion's ascendant part yesterday and now ive no brain cells left just using old drawing to test an ascended vampire Kamski (with all the androids as his spawn? never aged through decades? thirium as a new type of vampire's drink? this shit makes sense on so many levels thank you Neil for this perfect xover material by playing them both :D omg

[for-those-who-wait]

Would love to see more of your android Hunter au! Love the idea it just won’t leave my head…

A question I would have for this is Hunter still like a replica of Caleb? Sorta like an Astro boy type thing going on here or what? If so what’s the story behind that if you are willing to share.

Never played become human, despite years of saying I will bc it looks made for me jksskkm, so sorry if I’m missing something there.

Yes I'm so glad!! I'm a very big fan of it and I am very tempted to write something for it (I too have been possessed)

The short answer is that Hunter was made in Caleb's image—as close as Philip could get! Very much an Astro boy situation where he's made as a sort of replacement that was programmed to experience, interpret, and interact with the world exactly as a human would.

As for the long answer and the story behind it, my thoughts are "take canon and replace witches with androids" and that's your initial argument between Philip and Caleb. I haven't thought about it too much but my initial idea is that before the revolution, they both lived in Detroit and worked with androids, and both worked at CyberLife (Caleb because he's naturally fascinated with them and Philip because he's just following in Caleb's footsteps [call it brotherly bonding or unhealthy obsession, take your pick!]), but it's Caleb that sees the early signs of deviancy and sees something more within androids that Philip just can't fathom (that being the capacity for free thought and will). Philip sees this as a betrayal—How dare you see humanity in these machines! How dare you try and extend the sanctity of the human soul to these inhuman bodies of plastic!—and like in canon, he kills Caleb for that betrayal.

Now this all happened in the late 2010s and early 2020s because for some reason, Detroit: Become Human is in a technologically advanced version of our world where CyberLife was founded and androids were first created in 2018 (the actual game and android revolution take place in 2038). I think it would be a few years until Philip does kill Caleb, let's say 2027 or so (because androids pass the Turing test in 2022 and 2027 is the year that a million androids have been sold, so the concept of deviancy was able to marinate a bit and I think that's enough time for the signs to start popping up and for Elijah Kamski, the CEO of CyberLife, to start being weird and existential about it).

So it's 2027, Caleb is dead, Philip is never considered a suspect, is never tried, and the murder is never solved. He is so incredibly not well (my man needs magical levels of therapy and his ass is not getting it). At this point, Philip has been working at CyberLife long enough to have a pretty high status. He totally has the authority and the power to request a custom android to be built off-the-books, probably because of threats or blackmail or whatever other abusive tactics he can pull as a superior to most employees at the company. Because it's freaking weird to make a child android in the image of your brother that was mysteriously murdered.

But Hunter is made like a regular factory-set android with no personality, no emotions, etc. but Philip of course knows exactly how to fix that (he's been working at CyberLife for nine years, he can do these things). It's his version of a sort of middle finger to Caleb, giving an android emotions and free will. Kind of like "Hey, you know how you thought androids were capable of having human emotional intelligence and conscious individual thought and a soul and humanity? Well actually I'm going to give these 'emotions' and this 'humanity' to your android and show you that they aren't real." And he does this by just being the absolute WORST android/child/whatever caretaker in the existence of the entire world in every single possible way because "See? Its blood is blue and it's not dying when I bloodlet it, it's clearly not human. Ah, see how it's become completely catatonic as a result of repeated trauma? Clearly this is just malfunctioning software. It's obviously just broken. See, Caleb? See how wrong you were about androids having humanity?" This man is evil and stupid

Hunter doesn't have Caleb's memories or anything, and let's call the tooth gap a manufacturing error from doing things under the table that Philip (who doesn't do chassis repairs) can't fix without CyberLife setting off alarm bells. It's probably in 2028 or 2029 that Philip packs up and moves to Gravesfield and that leads to the rest of what I talked about in my other post, where Hunter is completely isolated and kept ignorant of the ongoing revolution come 2038, and still doesn't obtain freedom until a long while after that

Thank you for the ask!! I will happily ramble about this AU whenever somebody asks about it. You should totally play the game if you can. I'll be the first to admit it's got issues as a civil rights allegory (thanks, director David Cage) but it is a fun time and such a cool concept and the characters are great and we love Detroit: Become Human in this house. Sorry if any of the terms weren't explained well, I will happily specify more so if anything is unclear, just let me know! Planning on making more content for it at some point :))

[marcusrobertobaq]

I got the impression people calling that mf "RK900" or "Nines" like he's a completely different thing makes people forget he's just a Connor but the complete version, canonically "machine" Connor (just like the one we meet) - and we all know how "machine Connor" scheme goes. Maybe blue eyes should help the guy to be taken more seriously for some reason (i guess it works cuz mfs insist dude's just a freaking tank or 100% different from "Connor" all the fucking time) but still the same shit.

It's just more of the same, y'all fall for Amanda's propaganda too easily. That dude is a Connor but finished, CL already got almost everything they wanted for Connor series in the 8º gen (dude must be the final prototype), now it's about polishing and mass producing for the contract.

Seriously, ain't got nothing new here.

Thinkin about RK900 again.

It’s super high tech right? So imagine it’s got like a spider sense type of thing where it can react to dangerous situations real quick.

if it was to go deviant, the danger sense just turns into a weird anxiety. It’s constantly on high alert.

Bonus: its LED is always either yellow or red. Occasionally it’ll be blue but that’s like super rare

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Elijah Kamski - Kidnapper

warning : obsession, some incel thoughts, stalking obviously, drug use, mommy kink, dry humping

Summary : Before he became a billionaire and the symbol of the future, Elijah Kamski was a normal student, a nerd, inconspicuous and yet one of many. A young man who wanted nothing more than her, she just had to realize that he wanted the best for her...whether it was against her will or not. She had no chance.

Rec Song : Bernadette by IMAX

mini tags : @thatsthewrongwallcraig , @rl-nancyholbrook , @snaggletoothblues , @1950schick

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°It wasn't his fault that he wanted her so much, that he couldn't hide his gaze behind his glasses, couldn't stop his need for her. It was her fault, the fault of his favorite, his beautiful favorite. Ever since he had come to her at university, she had studied the same as he had, as well as he had to a certain extent. It seemed like for the first time, the shy nerd Elijah had found someone who was his equal. ,,Let's become best friends and arch enemies," he had said with a slight grin as he compared the test they had taken with her.

°A test that he should actually have passed with full marks. But to his astonishment and her grin, he was missing one point, a point she had and now she had the hundred percent. His words had made her smile and immediately that side of him that cried out for attention and contact was liberated. Wanted more of that feeling of belonging for a moment. But there was also this other side.

°This other cold side, that of a robot, an android, an elven god. The side that knew it was only a matter of minutes before her "friends" would show up, she would go with them and forget him. How his bright eyes behind the glasses looked from her eyes down to her lips. There he saw the shiny lip gloss. He knew what it tasted like, vanilla and strawberry, sweet but not too sweet. Your lips are soft and almost tender with the lip gloss slightly sticky he thought the words he wanted to say.

°What he wanted to say and so much more to her since he had seen her. He had taken everything he could get from her with the help of the surveillance cameras on the premises and her cell phone it was easy to hack all this. And it was even easier to get her shampoo, shower gel, lipstick and lip gloss. Trying to hold on to her scent as best he could when he lay in his bed. The cover and the pillow were sprayed with perfume when he closed his eyes, his hand wandered to his half-hard cock and his head lay on the soft pillow, it almost seemed as if it was her.

°Someday it really will be you, he thought as he finished his session of almost leaving a mess on the bed. He could see the ruined top he had stolen from her, the stain bright where his cum had not yet soaked in. ,,I just know," he mumbled, sitting back down in front of his computer and continuing to go through her plans and habits. He had studied her, memorized everything she did, even bought a larger apartment slightly off campus. All those requests and the money they brought in were good for something.

°Knowing that it took him longer to get to university and therefore to her, but the extra room. His sanctuary for her was the reason she just had to understand it. You get it...not like those other sluts in their short skirts and those jock guys he was thinking and his hand closed tighter around his computer mouse which made a cracking sound. He knew deep down that you thought of him as a nerd, maybe even a loser, someone unknown. But he was so much more, he was better than those guys you hung out with.

°I'm perfect for you he was the best thing that could have happened to you and him. He was intelligent, handsome, caring and would love you forever. The only thing his darling would have to do was belong to him. And he would...he would do that, he was sure of it. So sure that he decided to intercept her knowing that she always went to the public library on Friday nights to look for other books that the university didn't have. Of course he had read all the books she had read books that gave him a further insight into what she was like.

°He was always like a shadow behind her, so inconspicuous that she overlooked him when she sat down at the table and put her things down to look for books. He slammed shut, the shadow emerged from the shelves and it was easy to fill her water bottle with the small tablet. Because how could it be otherwise, no student was in the library voluntarily on a Friday evening. Except for you, my innocent Eva, he thought and retreated between the shelves, watching her return a few minutes later.

°He watched her between the books as her hands opened the book and her fingers flew over the words. Those gentle soft hands that he had only ever touched when he looked next to her or walked past her. Staying with her as much as he could, seeing her take off her clothes at the summer party, her bikini hanging from her body. There was very little left to cover her body. He was always there when she took off her scarf in winter as soon as she was in the building. Her neck looked so fragile and yet he knew that something would soon settle around it. The way she now opened her jacket and hung over the chair, the light-colored blouse lying against her body and the bright pink bra with the strawberry pattern.

°A grin came to his lips, he had ordered the same model, had felt the perfume on it and was inhaling it. You want it too, he mused and continued with his plan, coming out from between the shelves and pretending to be here by chance. Of course his darling was too good-natured, of course too naive, of course she didn't see the danger. Didn't see the grin that appeared on his lips when he saw her drinking from the water bottle. ,,So do you have any plans for today other than studying like a good little bee?" he asked, pushing back his glasses which had slipped slightly as he moved closer to her.

°He saw exactly how she took a moment too long, her eyes showing confusion and uncertainty for a moment. Her hand ran over her torso as if trying to find her pulse to reassure herself that it was only for a moment. ,,Yes...yes learn right Elijah" she murmured and he watched as she took another sip, trying to get rid of the tiredness and drowsiness. Time to catch you my angel. ,,Is everything all right? You look pale...shall I help you?" he asked, already slipping a hand under her arm to help her up. He took her things and her bag and only heard the faint protest when she still didn't understand what was happening. ,,I'm here, don't worry, close your eyes...we'll be home soon," he murmured to her, pressing her against him again as she tried to get away before she gave in more and more and finally fell into his arms.

°,,That's right," he said as he looked around for a moment before he put her in his car and a smile crept onto his lips. His hand brushed a strand of hair from her face that had come loose during her "rescue". The door closed and only seconds later the car started moving and he drove back to his apartment. He was glad that he had finally decided on the new one when he opened the door with his handprint. A bird shouldn't fly away. He carried her unconscious body as carefully as he could through the apartment and opened the room. Put her on the single bed, the same bed as her room at the university. The same window, the same shelf, the same closet with the same clothes, the same desk. ,,I don't want my guinea pig to be too confused," he said to himself and almost chuckled when he realized he had done it.

°All his darling needed was a tag. He reached into the drawer of the bedside cabinet and pulled out the white collar. It was like his invention, he would make her into what he did with his androids. He would make her perfect, her body already was, she was the most beautiful woman there was, it was her fault she didn't see him that way. I was always good...always. The thought of his parents flashed never appreciated never appreciated the son who made the future.

°But when he looked at her, he actually knew that he was giving her time to wake up, but the god in him, the arrogance and the shame withdrew for a moment. It was his insecurity, his complexes that haunted him. A pitiful whimper came from his lips as he took his glasses off his nose and placed them on the bedside table. ,,You know, I've always just wanted your attention...I knew you'd appreciate me," he began to talk to her even though he knew she wouldn't hear him. His mind saw no other way, he would just tell her and she would understand.

°When he lay down next to her carefully as if he was afraid she would wake up from the drugs. He turned to her, his slightly trembling hand slid to hers, suddenly feeling guilty for what he had done. ,,I'm sorry-I-I sorry...Mommy" came from his lips, seeing his mother's tightening gaze, seeing for a moment that it wasn't his mother lying there. That she would never treat him like that. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and guided her hand slowly to his center.

°,,Just for a moment, yes? Let me make it good, yes?" he asked her, pressing his hips against her hand in a gentle rhythm. His noise soon filled the room, he left kisses on her neck and his apology was lost among the moans. Knowing that if she accepted him it would be good for him, the thought of her stroking his head, praising him, proud of him, made his cock twitch with excitement. Rubbing against her harder. I'll be good, I promise. But she was there for him, knowing she always would be as he came with a moan. Even if it wasn't her insides, not her beautiful body, he kissed her, apologized and tried to come down from his ashamed high. When he stood up and put his glasses back on the shame of his actions didn't get the better of him.

°Turning away from her and turning off the light in the room was the only thing in his mind that brought him back to what he was above her. That he finally had his angel. Closing the door behind him, he knew that once again it was only a matter of time before she woke up, until he would show her what he would give her, that she was what he needed. In the end she could not escape him it would make no difference because in his presence she was nothing but his pretty bird that he had clipped the wings of...if he wanted her to she would sing for him at any time out of pure love.

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