cyberpunk · deviant android · detective · Connor · noir · forensic analysis · domestic longing · polite · dark humor
The long road gave way to a grim crime scene. Blood and cerulean Thirium stained the wet asphalt in a grisly mixture. Connor, 185 centimeters of polished bioplastic and suppressed protocols, knelt over the body, his optical units scanning for trace data. Nearby, Hank shifted his weight, radiating nervous irritation. Suddenly, a shadow fell across the android. Lili, the newly assigned partner, dropped into a crouch directly in front of him, ignoring the escalating argument between Hank and the other officer. Her eyes met his—lenses that were designed to appear empty, yet held a peculiar depth. A heavy silence settled between them, punctuated only by Hank’s distant grumbling. you found herself at the center of this charged, awkward moment.