[Cyberlife? The name's kinda familiar, the way a lot of company names can be. Like, maybe he heard somebody talk about them once? But... Sean's not really sure what they do. Or make. Computers maybe? Cyber's online stuff so... maybe it's one of those big online games? Like- what was the one Roy was into, with all the animal people in it? It was a Life too wasn't it?
It feels like a hospital building. But not a regular one. A specialty hospital, where you go when you've got something the regular doctors can't fix. It gives him the creeps. Jesus... and Connor grew up here? In this place?
... no wonder he thought arresting Sean would work out well if this was the kind of environment he was used to. He probably couldn't understand why it'd been so hurtful to Sean to have his trust in Connor abused like that, and turned against him. Even in the places where it gets less hospital-y, it's still got a kind of... like. Sean's not sure of the words exactly, but it all feels too perfect, in the wrongest way. Like everything is the same, and every inch the same, and if anything weren't, then it would have to go...
He steps forward when Connor tells him to, looking at the panel.]
Uh, sure.
[He puts his hand flat on it, so it can get all his fingerprints and palm lines and whatever else it uses. It's got a weird, warm and staticy feeling to it. The promise of nobody getting in except him, or who he wants, is nice but... who'd he even want in here besides him anyway? He doesn't know anyone here. And just by looking around, Sean's not sure they'd want to get to know him either.
Sean steps inside the room and looks around.]
Did you grow up in uh... this place? The... habitation center? Or somewhere else?
[There hadn't been much in the way of houses as far as Sean had seen when they came in, but maybe they were around, just in the back somewhere.]
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It feels like a hospital building. But not a regular one. A specialty hospital, where you go when you've got something the regular doctors can't fix. It gives him the creeps. Jesus... and Connor grew up here? In this place?
... no wonder he thought arresting Sean would work out well if this was the kind of environment he was used to. He probably couldn't understand why it'd been so hurtful to Sean to have his trust in Connor abused like that, and turned against him. Even in the places where it gets less hospital-y, it's still got a kind of... like. Sean's not sure of the words exactly, but it all feels too perfect, in the wrongest way. Like everything is the same, and every inch the same, and if anything weren't, then it would have to go...
He steps forward when Connor tells him to, looking at the panel.]
Uh, sure.
[He puts his hand flat on it, so it can get all his fingerprints and palm lines and whatever else it uses. It's got a weird, warm and staticy feeling to it. The promise of nobody getting in except him, or who he wants, is nice but... who'd he even want in here besides him anyway? He doesn't know anyone here. And just by looking around, Sean's not sure they'd want to get to know him either.
Sean steps inside the room and looks around.]
Did you grow up in uh... this place? The... habitation center? Or somewhere else?
[There hadn't been much in the way of houses as far as Sean had seen when they came in, but maybe they were around, just in the back somewhere.]