#this au uses some supporting characters from the peter-at-horizon-labs comics which i have not actually read

[softgrungeprophet]

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here i'll give you one from an AU that i DEFINITELY won't finish and haven't touched in a long-ass time lmfao—

the "johnny is a sentient android" spideytorch au

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"What are Asimov's three laws of robotics?"

Peter smiled to himself as he tested the shoulder maneuverability on the empty body, and behind him…

"Ugh." Johnny sounded displeased. "How many questions are you gonna ask me?"

A stubborn one indeed. Still not full proof of anything, though normally the androids weren't capable of expressing disinterest or refusal… But even that could simply be error or damage, or just a customized personality chip. Especially as a life replica... Not everyone actually wanted a servile, obedient pet.

"As many as I need." Grady straightened his papers. "Tell me something: Do you have a soul?"

Peter cocked his head, as for a moment Johnny remained silent.

After a few seconds, he said, "I don't know. Do you?"

And Peter added, "You know that test only works on AI that hasn't been exposed to philosophy or the internet."

Grady groaned, but he said, "Of course I know that." He tossed his clipboard to the side. "What else am I supposed to do? I can't even prove your sentience. It's a completely intangible concept with no provability."

Johnny grumbled something.

"In your defense, no one can prove my sentience or lack thereof." Peter brandished his screwdriver. "My mind is an impenetrable fortress bolstered by 400 milligrams daily of pure caffeine."

A soft laugh escaped Johnny's speakers, and Grady and Peter both looked at Johnny.

Sure, they were all programmed to laugh at jokes, even to be self-conscious, but…

"That wasn't even funny." Peter pointed his screwdriver at Johnny, who'd averted his eyes. "I'm offended that you laughed at that."

Johnny's artificial eyebrows drew together, with this slight, half-formed smile as he said, "You're weird."

"Oh, I'm weird?" Peter pointed at himself, eyebrows shooting up. "Lemme tell you something—"

"Peter, don't argue with the sex bot."

Johnny's expression turned stormy, and his eyes locked on Grady to say, "I'm not a sex bot."

Grady put his hands up in surrender, leaning back in his chair. "Okay, okay."

"Just equipped like one—hey, what's wrong with being a sex bot, anyway?" Peter turned his back to the both of them as he rambled, reaching to turn the chassis he was working on so he could open the panel in the back. "Sex is great."

Behind him, Grady sighed.

Johnny's voice was the same even tone it had been this whole time, and he said, "I don't want to exist solely for someone else's sexual gratification."

Peter paused with a handful of screws in one hand. He looked over at Johnny, whose eyes were locked on him, face impassive. Peter stared right back. It was uncanny, of course. A human-like head on a metal stand. A depth to the eyes that he couldn't blame entirely on the craftsmanship, even though logically that was all it was. Craftsmanship. Nothing more.

So Peter asked the first question that came to mind: "What do you want?"

Johnny turned his eyes away again. "I want to take a break."  A glance, exchanged between Peter and Grady.