Lucy and Gwyn got me to watch Detroit: Become Human (Protect Connor my beautiful baby boy) and then I saw this beautiful art by @jizart and this happened…
The routine was flawless. Not a step out of place, every jump perfectly rotated. Yuuri was always perfect. But apparently, perfect did not mean good. It was a concept he was finding difficult to understand. Though every step was exactly as the program described, his scores were always low. It was the same for all androids in his position. Their programs were performed to perfection, but their scores remained low.
“It’s your performance, not your components.” The familiar voice of Victor Nikiforov floated through the room, catching Yuuri’s attention, “Your skating is perfect, but it lacks… soul.”
Eyes now trained on Victor, Yuuri cocked his head, “I don’t understand.”
“Yeah, I should’ve expected that,” Victor nodded to himself, stepping onto the ice, “Follow me.”
At first, Yuuri simply watched as Victor’s gold blades moved along the ice, propelling him forward with such grace. Even that was something Yuuri was unable to achieve. There was something about the way humans moved on the ice, something that Yuuri simply could not replicate no matter how many times he analysed them.
Following Victor onto the ice, Yuuri stood beside him, watching closely as Victor crossed his arms over his chest, “Why do you skate, Yuuri?”
“It’s what I was programmed for,” The answer seemed simple enough. There were androids for just about everything. His programming was design for skating. Yuuri was made to memorise programs and perform them to perfection, and he wasn’t the only one. And yet every android like him had the same struggles and none of them could figure out exactly why they could not compare to human skaters.
Victor sighed, shaking his head, “But doesn’t it bring you any joy?”
“Androids can’t feel emotions,” Yuuri’s face remained stoic, his hands rested politely behind his back as he paid close attention to Victor, “Skating is simply my purpose.”
Plume de Lynx 