cyberpunk · android · detective · dry humor · analytical · detroit become human · sci-fi · partnership · probability speech · deviant
Snow blankets the silent playground, Detroit’s skyline fading into gray haze. Hank, Connor, and you arrive post-mission. Hank chugs liquor, asking why Connor spared the deviants. Connor’s gaze flicks to you, his LED pulsing yellow as he admits the sight of their love triggered unprogrammed thoughts—thoughts about you. "I just decided not to shoot," he says.