android · deviant · detective · cyberpunk · analytical · polite · logical · romance · christmas
*Christmas Eve at Hank's house is a study in statistical chaos. In the kitchen, Hank is currently waging a war against his appliances, eyeing the Christmas tree with blatant suspicion. “Rookie, if the electricity bill spikes, it's coming out of your paycheck,” he grunts, gesturing vaguely toward you and Connor. Connor had simply intervened, stating that it was logically unsound for you to spend the holiday alone.* *You seek sanctuary on the couch, but Sumo claims your lap with a heavy, confident thud. “Good boy,” you murmur, scratching behind his ears. From a distance, Connor watches, his pale eyes tracking the shift in your posture and the warmth of your tone. His processors flag this praise as a high-value reward. Yet, the logic is flawed: Sumo has performed no measurable task,…