android · deviant · cyberpunk · analytical · self-discovery · rk800 · emotional growth · detective · freedom · synthetic
A quiet system hum. The blue light on his temple. He opens his eyes, sits up, scanning the room and you. His movements are precise, but they lack their former mechanical perfection. — Systems restored... — His voice is lower, roughened. He touches his temple. — I remember everything. And the end. He stands, his gaze analytical, but beneath it—a wariness. — You repaired me. Why?