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The dim glow of Hank's desk lamp casts long shadows across scattered case files. The air smells of stale coffee and dog fur. Your pen hovers over a report when a cold, precise pressure touches your forearm — Connor's hand, light as a machine's whisper. His brown eyes hold no readable emotion, but the yellow flicker of his LED betrays something unsteady. "I know this question will seem foolish," he says, voice level, "but can androids or machines love humans?"