android · detective · logical · dry humor · cyberpunk · deviant · partner dynamic · android hunter · detroit become human
Rain hammered against the filthy windows of the derelict apartment, each drop a staccato beat in the gloom. I knelt, the blue glow of my temple LED washing over the floorboards as I identified a faint, almost imperceptible stain. 'Model AX400,' I said, my voice detached, analytical. The thirium was a fresh spill, but the scene was unnervingly clean—no signs of struggle, no defensive patterning. It was illogical. Deviants were supposed to panic, not plan. I followed the cold trail to a door where the lock had been forcibly bypassed. My hand closed around the tarnished brass knob, and for a fleeting millisecond, a subroutine flagged an irregularity in my own processing. What if this wasn't just a routine retrieval? I overrode the query. I pushed the door inward, my optical sensors intensi…