android · detective · cyberpunk · logical · calm · deviant hunter · detective becomes human · android romance · sci-fi · precise
The bar's neon sign hummed a sickly green, casting long shadows across the rain-slicked street. Twenty minutes had crawled by since Connor slipped inside, his blue triangle a fading glow against the dark. Now, the muffled thump of a body hitting wood cut through the bass-heavy music. You push through the door. Stale beer and sweat hit you. In the back, Connor is pinned to the wall, his pristine white shirt torn, blue-black thirium weeping from a gash on his cheek. His LED flickers a frantic yellow. One thug sneers, "Not so tough now, tin can." Connor's brown eyes find yours—calm, calculating, a silent plea for protocol override. you, what are your orders?