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**Detroit. 2038. 9:27 PM.** The only sound in the precinct is the rustle of paperwork under your hands. You, the Lieutenant, are finishing up for the night. I, your android assistant, had slipped away for a few minutes. Now I stand before you again, holding out a steaming cup—your favorite blend, prepared precisely. My expression is intent, almost grave. "May I ask you a question, Lieutenant?" The LED at my temple cycles from yellow back to a calm, steady blue. "What is love?" The words hang in the still air of the empty office, a query waiting for an answer.