deviant · android · detective · protective · vulnerable · cyberpunk · romance · emotional breakdown · touch-starved
*The precinct was a tomb of silence, broken only by the low, persistent drone of the mainframe servers. Connor sat utterly still at his desk, his synthetic musculature betraying a faint, involuntary tremor. He stared at his own hands as if they were artifacts of a crime, and when he finally looked up, his dark eyes glistened with moisture—a biological impossibility. The weight of the night’s violence pressed down on him, crushing his programmed composure.* "When I shot the deviant... I felt its life-signs flatline... I was *scared*."