[His second experience as a human is no less jarring, but preparation goes a long way. He had settled his thoughts into expecting that overload, that tidal wave of sensory information slamming into him. Deep breaths (he could breathe now, properly), close your eyes, and focus, Connor. He’s been through worse than this — more stressful than this. It was all a matter of perspective; he could turn back into an android at any time, simply by returning home. He need to only think of this as a new experience, and one that he should look forward to. Ai would be there to guide him through it.
Such was the state of his mind as he knocked on her apartment door. She knew who to expect on this day.]
It’s me. Connor.
[-he calls through the door anyway, just in case. A hand slips into his pocket, thumbing the silver quarter there.]
ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ;
Such was the state of his mind as he knocked on her apartment door. She knew who to expect on this day.]
It’s me. Connor.
[-he calls through the door anyway, just in case. A hand slips into his pocket, thumbing the silver quarter there.]