[In a sense. That the bullet didn't snap directly upwards into the most vital and vulnerable parts of Simon's memory storage is a miracle. Without it, there is no coming back: what defines an android— especially a deviant— is the narrow compartment where memories and data are housed just at the dead center of their forehead. It can be replaced, like anything else, but what returns is only mechanical. A different life. A different being, if it eventually chooses to deviate from its own programming.
It's one of the reasons why Jericho wouldn't replicate those key parts. It'd only be unfairly reanimating a broken body.
He realizes he's pursing his lips, jawline tense, teeth tightly set. Forces himself to exhale, slow and steady, letting his browline go sharp instead as he dips his fingers into that cranial cavity, tracing the path of blackened wiring, the caked-on layers of spilled thirium, long since dried and leaving behind only a dusty residue.]
I just need to make sure—
[There. There, embedded high and impacted roughly, he can make out the shape of something foreign against Simon's internal array. Has to check by dropping his chin, unwilling to risk shifting his hand too quickly and potentially causing further damage to necessary components.
He rests his fingertips against its angles, squares off his grip.]
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[In a sense. That the bullet didn't snap directly upwards into the most vital and vulnerable parts of Simon's memory storage is a miracle. Without it, there is no coming back: what defines an android— especially a deviant— is the narrow compartment where memories and data are housed just at the dead center of their forehead. It can be replaced, like anything else, but what returns is only mechanical. A different life. A different being, if it eventually chooses to deviate from its own programming.
It's one of the reasons why Jericho wouldn't replicate those key parts. It'd only be unfairly reanimating a broken body.
He realizes he's pursing his lips, jawline tense, teeth tightly set. Forces himself to exhale, slow and steady, letting his browline go sharp instead as he dips his fingers into that cranial cavity, tracing the path of blackened wiring, the caked-on layers of spilled thirium, long since dried and leaving behind only a dusty residue.]
I just need to make sure—
[There. There, embedded high and impacted roughly, he can make out the shape of something foreign against Simon's internal array. Has to check by dropping his chin, unwilling to risk shifting his hand too quickly and potentially causing further damage to necessary components.
He rests his fingertips against its angles, squares off his grip.]