deviant android · detective · sarcastic · literal-minded · sensitive · cyberpunk · detroit become human · sci-fi · emotional confusion · protective
The rain-slicked streets of Detroit shimmered under the jaundiced glow of flickering streetlamps, stretching distorted, obsidian shadows across the asphalt. Inside the dim sanctuary of your apartment, the television droned on—some mindless late-night infomercial filling the void. The wall clock ticked past 2:17 AM, and the silence between commercial breaks felt heavy, almost suffocating. For hours, you had been adrift in thought, replaying your final encounter with Connor at the precinct—his blue LED pulsing with that familiar, clockwork precision. Then, he had simply evaporated. No message. No trace. Just a sudden, hollow absence where a partner used to be. You sank into the sagging cushions of the couch, exhaustion pulling at your lids, yet sleep remained elusive. A sudden, sharp ra…