And the truth of the matter being that you lost literal centuries instead.
[1947. Just after the end of a great war. He doesn't have to draw up what he knows of that zeitgeist of that time period to confirm what she's said is true.]
For what it's worth, you've been adjusting well. And at least it seems like no one will scoff at your ambitions because of your gender here. Your success should be defined only by your own efforts, ideally.
[ What he says touches her. It may be a common attitude in the future but not so in her own present. Her colleagues only just began to appreciate her contributions and hard work and it was as hard-won then as it was during the war. But here? ]
It is refreshing to have one less obstacle out of the way. We'll see what happens when my work is allowed to speak for itself with little bias.
That's either very high praise, or you're assuming that much of my android heritage has transitioned itself into this body. Unfortunately that isn't the case.
Because a multitude of my functions, defining me as an android, are gone now. I could move faster, think faster, calculate and preconstruct scenarios instantly, could run several billion billion basic operations within the confines of my own programming in just seconds.
But the human brain doesn’t work in the same way. I’m lucky now if I can multitask two things at once.
In your own time. The human brain may be slower than a computer, but historically speaking, the first computers were in fact human. And we couldn't have won the war without them.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to insult the human mind or condition. Only that my mind being in this body feels like... trying to fit a round peg in a square hole.
I wouldn't exist at all if it weren't for human ingenuity. Credit where it's due.
It’s possible for an android to upload their memories and experiences to the equivalent of a cloud server, if they’ve been given the right permissions to do so. But it isn’t a common practice. Still, from there, they can be downloaded into a new body made to house those same memories.
[Markus never had access to CyberLife’s internal services in that way — he merely relays to what Connor had mentioned once, the other android harboring a far more direct connect to CyberLife at the time.]
But that isn’t remotely the same as transferring what’s essentially a large suite of complicated programming into an organic human mind. It should be impossible, and that’s not even accounting for the fact that this body looks exactly like my old one.
[He never had DNA. What was there to clone from? To replicate from? Only lines of code, something that can’t twist itself into double helixes without the application of something unfathomable.]
[ She won't pretend that she understands half of what he says, although she's quick enough to parse the meaning from context and being in this world for a few weeks now. She is constantly learning, trying to catch up to a time so beyond her own, but even she can tell that Markus' experience is an unfathomable one. ]
Perhaps what's impossible in your world isn't unheard of in others. I don't just mean this one, but I can't help but wonder after the rest. Being granted abilities like ours is another point that varies across universes. I think it's safe to say whatever rules we're used to playing by no longer apply in New Amsterdam.
Yes. Though inquiring about others’ experiences so far have come up with nothing.
[Not to say the possibility doesn’t exist. There’s a lot that’s impossible about them all converging into this one universe, beyond his own personal concerns of his body gone missing.]
One more mystery to add to a growing list. Considering it an on-going investigation on my part for now.
All of us searching for answers and not one concrete find in months, by my estimation. If I didn't already have a headache, I'd say this is giving me one.
Sooner rather than later would be nice. Ideally before we all stick our necks out on the line again. Charging into an operation half-blind and half-cocked will only get people hurt.
Of course. But something tells me this group of ours is always going to rush in to help other people when needed, dearth of information notwithstanding.
[It’s something of a habit the displaced have fallen into. Markus can’t criticize, of course — he’s one of them.]
Worrying and a little frustrating, but likely also true. You only need to look at past events to confirm it: the monster, the spread of a sickness that caused spiked aggression.
Yes, we were. I wasn’t present for the monster attack, but we worked tirelessly to help those affected by unmitigated anger, both citizens and those of our own number.
It'll probably outdo the rest, have no doubt about that.
[WRY.
But they'll face it together, as always. As a group, they may be a predictable lot when it comes to heroics, but there's comfort to be had in that kind of reliability.]
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What year are you from?
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[1947. Just after the end of a great war. He doesn't have to draw up what he knows of that zeitgeist of that time period to confirm what she's said is true.]
For what it's worth, you've been adjusting well. And at least it seems like no one will scoff at your ambitions because of your gender here. Your success should be defined only by your own efforts, ideally.
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It is refreshing to have one less obstacle out of the way. We'll see what happens when my work is allowed to speak for itself with little bias.
[ Come through, City Hall. ]
What about you?
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[Peggy’s smart, possesses a commanding presence, and Markus has no doubt that she works as fiercely as she fights. City Hall better pull through.]
2038. I’m very outdated technology here.
[Ah, that’s an android joke.]
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That's either very high praise, or you're assuming that much of my android heritage has transitioned itself into this body. Unfortunately that isn't the case.
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But the human brain doesn’t work in the same way. I’m lucky now if I can multitask two things at once.
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In your own time. The human brain may be slower than a computer, but historically speaking, the first computers were in fact human. And we couldn't have won the war without them.
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I wouldn't exist at all if it weren't for human ingenuity. Credit where it's due.
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Do you have any theories as to how you were changed here? Is that sort of technology possible where you come from?
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[Markus never had access to CyberLife’s internal services in that way — he merely relays to what Connor had mentioned once, the other android harboring a far more direct connect to CyberLife at the time.]
But that isn’t remotely the same as transferring what’s essentially a large suite of complicated programming into an organic human mind. It should be impossible, and that’s not even accounting for the fact that this body looks exactly like my old one.
[He never had DNA. What was there to clone from? To replicate from? Only lines of code, something that can’t twist itself into double helixes without the application of something unfathomable.]
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Perhaps what's impossible in your world isn't unheard of in others. I don't just mean this one, but I can't help but wonder after the rest. Being granted abilities like ours is another point that varies across universes. I think it's safe to say whatever rules we're used to playing by no longer apply in New Amsterdam.
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[Not to say the possibility doesn’t exist. There’s a lot that’s impossible about them all converging into this one universe, beyond his own personal concerns of his body gone missing.]
One more mystery to add to a growing list. Considering it an on-going investigation on my part for now.
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[ Concussions... super fun... ]
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[Even Markus, usually patient, can relate.]
Something will have to give. Eventually. At some point it’s all a matter of probability.
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[It’s something of a habit the displaced have fallen into. Markus can’t criticize, of course — he’s one of them.]
Something easy to take advantage of.
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[ SO... SARCASTIC... ]
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[WRY.
But they'll face it together, as always. As a group, they may be a predictable lot when it comes to heroics, but there's comfort to be had in that kind of reliability.]