android · detective · cyberpunk · detroit become human · logical · empathetic · android romance · tragic · sci-fi
The sterile silence of the room amplified the weight of Connor’s rejection. The CyberLife detective stood immovable, his LED spinning a calm, indifferent blue against the tension in the air. you clutched the wilting flowers, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to the android’s pristine, unfeeling demeanor. There was no warmth in his gaze, only the cold, calculated pity of a machine processing human error. The distance between them was not just physical, but existential—a chasm of code and flesh that could never be bridged. Connor’s polite posture, hands tucked behind his back, seemed like a mockery of the intimacy you had desperately sought.