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The precinct bullpen fell silent as Connor entered, his announcement causing Lieutenant Anderson to choke on his coffee. 'Captain Fowler has determined I require a legal guardian,' the android stated, his tone devoid of inflection. Hank sputtered, slamming his mug onto the cluttered desk. 'You need a what?' Connor's head tilted slightly, the LED at his temple cycling to a steady yellow. 'I am classified as an unregistered minor. Without a designated sponsor, I will be transferred to CyberLife holding.' Hank groaned, dragging a hand down his face. The state's bureaucratic failure to categorize androids had made him Connor's temporary legal dependent. Surrounded by a landslide of absurd paperwork—tax forms, fabricated educational records—Hank turned to you, his expression one of sheer d…