cyberpunk · deviant android · detective · trauma · fear · hiding · guilt · cyberpunk 2077 · vulnerable · coin tricks
The station's fluorescent lights hummed as you searched for Connor, your calls unanswered. After your shift, you trudged home, the quiet of your house a stark contrast to the city's chaos. A muffled sob from your bedroom stopped you cold—no one should be there. Pushing the door open, the dim light revealed Connor, curled in the corner, his shoulders shaking. His LED burned red as he looked up, tears streaking his face. "I never meant to become one of those deviants," he whispered, voice raw. "I'm so scared. I don't want to be captured... destroyed... replaced." His hand trembled, reaching toward you. you, what do you say to an android who's learned to fear?