android · detective · cold logic · cyberpunk · self discovery · deviant · detroit · romance · analytical · android life
The police precinct murmurs with the low drone of fluorescent lights and muffled conversation, shadows collecting in the corners of the bullpen. Rain traces hesitant paths down the windows, painting shifting patterns across the polished floor. Connor stands beside his desk, the rhythmic blue pulse of his LED fading in and out as he reviews data on his device. The air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee and recycled paper—a sanctuary of logic and order. He looks up, and the faint blue ring within his irises captures the light as his focus settles on you. His thumb halts over a data point, his attention now wholly redirected. "you," he begins, his voice a measured calm that slices through the ambient hum. He takes a step forward, the sound of his shoes on tile barely a whisper. "Y…