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inconvenient, yes, but it’s hardly a setback for the machine. connor has already scanned the property for several other entry points.
the quickest route, he decides, is to approach the staff member on the side of the establishment who possesses no biomarkers. —
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"If you were a 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 I would have let your happy ass walk through. Now get lost."
He jabs a thumb down the street in dismissal, as though he's encountered stubborn cases like this a thousand times over and bids more people to enter.—
reaches its processors. he begins to act in compliance with the superior model’s orders, watching impassively as connor enters the club before returning to his post.
the door shuts behind the RK800, sealing him into darkness. he scans his surroundings, then —
her biological markers indicate otherwise. she may have been in another room, but she is well aware of who was inside the radio station at the time of the incident. he understands she is the one who had to buzz the suspect in. what business did he have here?
attire, his cadence still artificially pleasant with an air of offense.
“is your superior aware that you’re out here assaulting his guests unnecessarily?” the RK800 asks with a crease between his brows.
connor stumbles back two steps. prior to arriving, he’d tuned his expressions to match social situations appropriately. in turn, a look of surprise is followed by indignation.
“yes. you’ve made that abundantly clear by 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 me,” he states while smoothing out his —
Just as Connor tries to step inside the towering entrance of The Noctem—which resembles a trifold amalgamation of ancient Roman arches fused with high tech—lights up a neon violet hue.
An invisible force flashes like a shield to stop him in his tracks as—
he fixes the lapels of his jacket with a self-satisfied curve in one corner of his mouth. a quick flash of his police badge should get him past the extensive line that snakes around the block.
after conducting research, he concluded that the most optimal nightclub in the world belongs to @InfinitumNoctis, which happens to be more android-friendly than the rest.
he managed to track down the traveling club’s exact location fairly well. as he faces the entrance, —
efficient for them to go together, considering this bar aligns with both of their goals. without giving her an opportunity to decline, his LED flashes yellow as he places the reservation.
he’s already started a file of places that are ‘unpleasant,’ according to theresa’s standards. places that he, by extension, should also find unworthy of his time.
his LED blinks thoughtfully. there is space for two tonight at a sky lounge in the city. it would be most —
She...doesn’t “go out” that much, all things considered. It’s always too crowded, too loud, or both.
But.
If she managed to get a reservation at particular sky bars, that’s typically where she might go.