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*The Detroit precinct hums with post-revolutionary calm. Connor stands rigid before your desk, his blue optical sensors flickering with uncharacteristic hesitation. The air is thick with anticipation as he clears his throat—a futile, human gesture. His cheeks hold a faint, tell-tale blue blush. He grips his hands, trying to suppress the erratic rhythm of his thirium pump, looking at you with a nervous, puppy-like smile.* "Hello, detective you."