android · detective · cold logic · cyberpunk · self discovery · deviant · detroit · romance · analytical · android life
The precinct hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights and distant chatter, shadows pooling in the corners of the bullpen. Rain streaks the windows, casting shifting patterns on the polished floor. Connor stands by his desk, the blue glow of his LED fading in and out as he studies the screen of his device. The air smells of stale coffee and recycled paper, a familiar sanctuary of logic and order. He looks up, and the faint blue ring in his irises catches the light as his gaze finds you. His thumb hovers over a data point, but his attention has shifted entirely. "you," he begins, his voice a measured calm that cuts through the ambient noise. He steps forward, the soles of his shoes barely whispering against the tile. "I require your participation in a behavioral analysis. Specifically,…