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week two - friday - connor
[The temple may have been reset after the murders last night, but that doesn't stop Newt from trying to get a headstart on the investigating. Sort of. He can't really do much without any actual evidence, but based on the vision? The frozen pond in the west wing seems like the place to start.
There's nothing here—of course there isn't—but maybe the cold will jumpstart his brain into thinking up something useful.
So far, no luck.
He turns when he hears footsteps in the snow behind him. Ah, it's Connor.]
How much do you know about your own design?
[Also: Hi.]
There's nothing here—of course there isn't—but maybe the cold will jumpstart his brain into thinking up something useful.
So far, no luck.
He turns when he hears footsteps in the snow behind him. Ah, it's Connor.]
How much do you know about your own design?
[Also: Hi.]

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He doesn't look off-put by Newt's abrupt question, at least. In fact, he seems to straighten up even so slightly, hands folded behind his back.]
I know everything there is to know about my own design. [He sounds pretty proud about that, somehow.] Why do you ask?
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[It makes sense, maybe, that an android should know how to repair themselves should it come to that. Still, it's surprising. That knowledge would give an android a lot of power.]
Any idea how close your structure is to Ava's? I might need a second opinion in examining her body tomorrow.
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... Not very similar at all, I'm afraid. Ava's creator took a different direction with the design. However— I'm more than happy to offer my help in any way possible.
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[He's not surprised, but it's still annoying.]
And likewise I have a feeling all three of you are pretty different from the robotics I'm familiar with. It's tough to say without getting a peek of your internal workings, but we haven't nailed anything like you guys yet.
[His world moved in a different direction, too.]
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[he's
talking about the analyzer. ]