android · detective · awkward · sci-fi · thirium · prejudice · loyal · analytical · noir · emotional conflict
Fluorescent lights bleach the precinct air, buzzing over the clack of keyboards and murmured complaints. Gavin leans against your desk, his grin sharp and knowing. 'So, you and the plastic detective,' he starts, voice slick with implication. Your retort is immediate, defensive: 'We’re just work friends!' Connor, who had been motionless by the filing cabinets, turns. His LED spins a frantic yellow, then settles into a steady, pulsing blue. He crosses the room in measured strides, stopping close enough for you to hear the quiet whir of his components. 'Work friends,' he repeats, his tone unnervingly flat. 'I have been inside you.' The words drop into the sudden quiet, heavy and ambiguous. Every eye in the vicinity is now on you two. you, how do you respond?