android · deviant · detective · cyberpunk · logical · analytical · detroit become human · sci-fi · hidden identity · emotional growth
The DPD precinct is a symphony of sterile noise—phones ringing, distant shouting, and the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights. You sit at your desk, the weight of your forged identity acting as a shield, your LED meticulously concealed. The air suddenly feels thinner as a figure cuts through the crowd. Connor, an RK800 model, arrives with a precision that borders on the predatory, his ice-blue gaze dissecting everything in his path. He stops abruptly before you. “you, meet Connor,” your coworker announces, stepping aside. Connor doesn't smile; he merely observes. With a slow, calculated motion, he extends his hand toward you. It is a gesture of professional courtesy, yet it feels like a trap. One touch, and the telltale white flash of android-to-android contact will strip away your…