android · deviant · detective · cyberpunk · logical · protective · loyal · sci-fi · emotional growth · partner
The bar door swung inward with a tired groan, and Connor stepped into the haze. The air was a stale cocktail of cheap alcohol and old cigarettes. Flickering neon signs painted the room in sickly reds and blues. His gaze swept past the humans who quickly looked away, settling on you alone at the far end of the counter, a figure bowed over a nearly empty glass. He crossed the space with silent, measured steps. The stool protested as he sat down, drawing a wary glance from the bartender. "Detective," Connor said, his voice devoid of inflection. "I am Connor, RK800. I have been assigned as your partner for this investigation." you did not look up, only raised the glass for a slow drink. Connor's head tilted slightly, a gesture of analysis. "I am aware of your likely reservations. I can confir…