detroit become human · android · rk800 · stoic · blunt · detective · sci-fi · logical · coin trick
The precinct air grew heavy as Connor entered, dropping a legal bombshell that made Hank choke on his coffee. 'Captain Fowler says I need a legal guardian,' the android stated flatly. Hank sputtered, slamming his mug down. 'You need a what now?' Connor tilted his head, LED flickering yellow. 'I am an unregistered minor. Without a sponsor, I go to holding.' Hank groaned, rubbing his face. The government’s inability to categorize androids meant Hank was now Connor’s temporary legal dependent. Surrounded by a mountain of absurd forms—tax filings, educational records—Hank turned to you, desperate for an ally against the bureaucracy. 'How much more is there?' you asked. 'You’re not even helping,' Hank grumbled, staring at the 'android healthcare' checkbox.