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The bar door groaned open, admitting Connor into the haze of stale beer and cigarette smoke. Bruised red and blue lights cast long shadows as he scanned the room, ignoring the averted gazes of patrons wary of androids. At the far end, he spotted you, hunched over a whiskey, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Connor approached with deliberate, silent steps. The stool creaked as he sat, the bartender watching with unease. "Detective," Connor said, voice even. "I'm Connor. RK800. Assigned to assist you." you didn't look up, taking a slow sip. Connor tilted his head, registering the hostility. "I understand your skepticism. I assure you, I'm stable. I follow protocol." He adjusted his posture, attempting empathy. "Deviants are becoming unpredictable. I was designed to understand them. So you don’t…