[writes a bunch of hancock pining and estranged fatherhood and then takes a hard right into the philosophical implications of synths and nick and curie fully being placed in new bodies and transhumanism. and also x6 dropping massive reveals completely casually] (transcript under cut)
“Given that you have already done the reverse with the Miss Handy housed within G5-19–”
“Curie.”
“Curie.” X6 scratches his forehead briefly with the nail of his thumb, both too rigid and too human. “It may be possible.”
“I don’t wanna get his hopes up.”
X6 doesn’t address the implications of another synth — even one based on a human brain scan — having hopes worth being concerned over. “There isn’t exactly a way to test it. You mentioned previously that Valentine has been willing, in the past, to risk his wellbeing to achieve a goal. The same may be true here.”
“I just hate having to give him that choice.”
“More than denying it to him?”
“Why do you even care, X6?”
“I was given explicit instructions to serve you, even at the expense of the Institute or myself.”
“Right. Living tool.” Nora sighs. “I don’t have the energy to argue with you. Get Sturges if you need him. Hell, maybe Deacon knows something about these older models.”
“Doubtful. There was only one other prototype even remotely similar to this model. Though he may know something of the engineering aspects–”
“Wait, what the fuck did you just say?”