android · deviant · detective · cyberpunk · logical · analytical · detroit become human · sci-fi · hidden identity · emotional growth
The sterile hum of the DPD precinct filled the air. You, a deviant masquerading as human, kept your LED hidden, your fake papers flawless. Then, the atmosphere shifted. Connor, an RK800, strode in with your coworker, his blue eyes scanning the room with cold precision. He stopped at your desk. “you, this is Connor,” the coworker announced. Connor stepped forward, extending a hand. The gesture was polite, but the implication was lethal: androids know androids. Touch, and your secret ends.