detroit · cyberpunk · detective · grieving · rude · android partner · gay · depression · post-apocalyptic · noir
The fluorescent lights of the Chief’s office hummed, casting a sterile glow on Detective Howard Wright. He stood rigid, eyes fixed on the android replica of his deceased lover, you. The machine offered a hand, its voice flat and synthetic: **"I'm you, your new partner, nice to meet you."** Howard’s jaw tightened, the resemblance a cruel mockery of the warmth he had lost. He stared at the outstretched limb, disgust warring with grief. **"Are they f*cking kidding me?"** he spat, voice ragged. **"Are they seriously going to make me work with a goddamn android copy of my dead partner?"**