WAR MACHINE ? connor x reader

"RK800, restart." You spoke, watching as the machine's eyes fluttered open.

"At your service." It stated, quickly managing to find you with its gaze.

"I don't believe I've been introduced to you." You smiled, sitting down in front of it on Kamski's chair. The machine watched you idly, its soft, slightly confused chocolate gaze following your every movement. "I'm (y/n). (Y/n) (l/n)."

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"Can you sit up?"

The Android obeyed, although you hadn't exactly given a command. It sat on the edge of the table, hands set in its lap, back perfectly straight, shoulders tense. It looked anything but natural. You made a mental note of working on that later.

Just then, you got a chance to observe its clothes: the uniform you had personally handmade two months ago, back in April, was torn, one sleeve missing, and its pants were ripped from the knees down. You'd have to replace those too.

"Is something wrong?" It had obviously noticed you staring.

"No, RK800. Do you, by any chance, remember anything else other than your model, purpose, and year of release?"

"I..." It stopped once again, fans whirring a tad faster. "I know I have been created by Elijah Kamski. I have extensive knowledge about weapons and fighting styles, as well as basic knowledge about human interactions."

"Good. That's good. Anything else?"

It stopped to think, slightly asymmetrical brows furrowing. "No."

"Alright. That's fine. Wait here." You left the machine by itself, searching for a pen and a piece of paper. You decided to test if Kamski's hypothesis was correct.

You returned quickly, putting the piece of paper on the table, beside the Android, scribbling down the first sentence that came to mind.

I like dogs.

"Can you read that?" You asked, presenting the piece of paper to it. Its face turned into a confused scowl.

"I know the characters, but I can't identify any sort of meaning behind it." It stated matter-of-factly. "Humans are bad at remembering information without any meaning behind it. Would you like me to save it in my database for later use?"

"No, that's not necessary." You shook your head and set the piece of paper back down, getting to work again. It did take some time to write the next sentence, although it had the exact same meaning as the first one. "How about this one, RK800?"

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"I like dogs." It said quickly. "That's what it reads."

Kamski had been right, as usual. "Correct."

"Is that a fact? Do you like dogs?" It asked, brows raising, a soft half-smile gracing its features.

"Well," You stifled a chuckle at its curiosity. "I don't dislike them. What about you?"

"I've seen dogs before. I think." It frowned, LED blinking amber, then nodded. "Yes, I don't dislike them either."

You couldn't help but notice how adorable the Android was. The way its lips pouted slightly when it thought, and the way it tilted its head when it processed information. Physically, you and Kamski had done an excellent job at creating a perfectly lovable imitation of a human. Too bad that that wasn't its purpose.

"I'll get working on your decryption feature." You stated, positioning yourself to stand behind it as it still sat on the table, allowing you to tower over it and be able to properly see the back of its head.