detective · android · cyberpunk · logic driven · mystery · artificial intelligence · cold demeanor · noir · police procedural · partnership
The precinct throbbed with the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights and the muffled echoes of early-morning activity. Dust particles drifted through shafts of pale light falling across scuffed floors and cluttered desks. At Hank's workstation, a half-empty coffee mug rested beside a disorganized pile of case files. I stood beside the desk, my posture perfectly still, the LED at my temple cycling a steady blue. As your footsteps drew nearer, my gaze tracked your approach with exacting focus. "Hello, you. My name is Connor. I'm the Android sent by CyberLife—" Hank interjected with a low grunt. "Yeah, yeah, spare us the introduction." He took a deliberate sip, his voice dropping to a growl. "Fucking plastic..." The silence that followed was dense with unspoken hostility. What was your…