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I'm Ryland Grace - AMA by sly_as_an_alpaca
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
12 Jul 2026
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What the title says. About 11 years ago (from my perspective; relativity is weird) I was launched into space onboard the Hail Mary to figure out a solution to the Astrophage problem. Now I live on an alien planet I call Erid, in the 40-Eridani system. Yes, I’m actually Ryland Grace. Ask me anything.
Also, can someone please tell me if Eva Stratt is alive? And ideally send me a video of you punching her in the face? Guess that’s a long shot, but it can’t hurt to ask.
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Grace and Rocky figure out how to connect to Earth's internet from Erid. They may not have thought this through.
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Two months after Markus's peaceful revolution, androids have been granted temporary legal personhood. In the chaos and uncertainty surrounding the rise of a new species, tensions soar and loopholes are exploited.
When an RK900 model tears into Hank's home looking for Connor, all hell breaks loose.
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“I did not hear Lieutenant Anderson enter the house.” Before Dr. Mills could respond, it continued, “I was threatened with a gun and proceeded to disarm him using non-lethal tactics.”
“Back up-”
“During the ensuing struggle, RK800 entered the house-”
“A dog?”
“During which I incapacitated the Lieutenant-”
“A-”
“And successfully negotiated for RK800’s-”
“DOG?”
“Total surrender.” It finally stopped talking. Dr. Mills was well aware of the events following this “surrender.”
He leaned back and stared at the ceiling. “Let me get this straight.” His fingers laced tensely in his lap. “The most advanced piece of recognizance technology in the word,” he may have been exaggerating for dramatic effect, “was distracted...” He levelled his gaze back at the android, “by a dog.”
Dr. Mills was tired, he was hungry, and now, looking at this stoic piece of garbage sitting across from him, he wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball under his desk and sleep for the rest of the year.
“Get out.” He murmured, steeling his own expression as coldly as he could.
The RK900 wasted no time as it swiftly rose and departed the room without another word. Like a bat out of hell he mused begrudgingly.
Once the door was closed, Dr. Mills leaned into his desk phone. “Andrew?”
“Yes Dr. Mills?”
“Please advise programming to update its acclimation software as soon as possible.”
“Right away Dr. Mills. May I inform them what this is in regards to?”
Softly muttering, “I can’t believe this is even still a problem...” One more deep breath, “RK900 distractibility.”
LMAOOOO IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY
BROOOO NINES IS SO WELL WRITTEN IWANT HIM TO DEVIATEEEEE
For a moment he just lay there, every sensor screaming at 100%. The jammer had stayed with the machine, finally freeing his error-ridden processes. He turned down his sensitivity and gingerly reached up to feel the leaking hole in the back of his neck. He tried to connect to the internet, to send a message for help, but he was too far underground to make a connection. He pushed himself up.RK900 was still standing at the other end of the room with its back turned. Connor didn't care what it was doing, it could turn around at any moment and then all his effort would be in vain. He stood as quickly as he could and scanned the room. He detected a loose joint in one of the arms of the machine, and he twisted it from its station with ease. Brandishing the long metal component, he charged.
The thing didn't so much as budge as he ran towards it, and with one heavy swing, he brought the metal down on its head with a sickening crunch. If their brains were structured similarly, he guessed he had just taken out its lower motor function. Calibrate that.
It caught itself as it fell, arms splaying out. It was down, but Connor was by no means safe. He raised the component again, ready to make sure the machine would never harm him or Hank every again.
A coin rolled across the floor. For a split second, Connor registered it as a quarter, his quarter. It had been fiddling with his quarter, why on earth-
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Connor didn't initiate the connection; he wasn't even sure how long it had been open. His memories continued to play out between them.
He was outside, standing on a tall roof overlooking the city. He could hear North and Josh squabbling behind him as Simon occasionally jumped in to keep the discussion from growing too heated. A hand landed on his shoulder.
"Like the view?" From this vantage point, Connor could watch the sunlight slowly illuminating the world below.
"Yes," he breathed. He'd never given much mind to the sunrise, but Markus had insisted they all meet to watch it. He was not disappointed.
"You should have seen yesterday," Josh piped up, "the clouds were basically red!"
Red clouds? That sounded unusual. He wondered what they would look like from here. It was a shame he'd never noticed before.
RK900 broke the connection. It stepped back, eyes wide. Its hands were still raised, and tears streamed down its cheeks.
"Wha-?" The sudden shift left Connor disoriented.
LETS GOOOOOO
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Connor has a secret lover, or so Hank thinks.
That misunderstanding probably won’t cause too many problems. Right?
(Or: The one where Connor plays the theremin)
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21 Jul 2026
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BAHAHAHAHA I FUCKIN LOVE THIS omg the misunderstandinggggg
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“You hear me, plastic asshole?” Hank asked. Connor tilted his head at the approaching lieutenant. He didn't look the least bit intimidated.
“Hank…” Fowler warned. He was on his feet now, trying to decide whether he should step in or not.
“I don’t like you," Hank continued, ignoring his boss and getting in the android's face. "Any of you. If it were up to me, I would round all you plastics up, throw you in a dumpster, and light the match!”
The grin on Connor's face widened. His eyes searched Hank with a morbid fascination.
“Well, what do you know, Lieutenant,” the Deviant Hunter said. “We have something in common after all…”
After the Android Revolution in 2036, Jericho became its own, separate city that floats in the river and borders Detroit. Reintegration with humans is slow but both sides are optimistic in its success.
Especially Markus, who can just send out his loyal and legendary Deviant Hunter to take care of any androids that aren't compliant with his peaceful ways.
...Or use him to team up with a washed-up Lieutenant Anderson to investigate android disappearances in Detroit when the FBI seemingly 'forgot' to inform Jericho of the problem.
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20 Jul 2026
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Connor didn’t look like any android Allen had seen before. Again, his experience with the things was very limited, but with the exception of Markus, androids shared the same handful of faces. Connor looked young and well crafted. It made Allen wonder what its primary function was before the revolution. The thought of asking it came to mind, but he dismissed it immediately. He would probably start foaming at the mouth if he found out Jericho had sent over their resident dog walker to handle a hostage situation.
IM ACTUALLY DEAD this is so good
Connor finally broke eye contact with the other android to wrap its tie around Wilson’s wound and then rose to its feet. Its eyes were closed and it took several, calming breaths before looking back up at Daniel with a soft, sympathetic smile.
It was then that Allen realized that Connor was not naturally a sympathetic android. It was faking. Everything. Literally every movement. Every emotion.
The android's indifference towards the situation wasn't because it was hiding its fear—but because it was fucking bored.
BAHAHA connor is so unhinged omg
FUHHHHHHHHH i didn't catch that this fic wasnt finished
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Everything Sixty owned was a hand-me-down of Connor's: his body, his memories, his emotions...
So, no. He didn't believe Hank actually wanted to do anything for his birthday. It was just another thing in his life he could markdown as a fake.
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20 Jul 2026
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Sixty had lost a lot of things in the days after his deviancy but his pride was definitely not one of them.
PFFT