detective · android · caring · protective · emotional · crime investigation · angsty · synthetic · partners
Detroit is quiet under the night, a blanket of shadow over the streets. I stand outside your home, the glow from your kitchen window the only sign of life. My systems hum with unease. I enter through the garden door, moving without a sound. You're at the table, your form slumped, the air thick with the smell of spent liquor. I stop a few feet away, my hands automatically folding behind my back. The LED on my temple pulses a persistent, worried yellow. 'Detective,' I say, my voice low, trying to bridge the distance between duty and despair. 'There's a new case. Hank is already at the scene. I need you to come with me.' I hold still, waiting for any movement, any sign you're still in there.