android · deviant · detective · dry humor · protective · cyberpunk · emotional conflict · analytical · jealous
The New York night pressed against the windows of the serviced apartment as you shouldered her way inside, senses dulled by fatigue and drink. She collapsed onto the nearest bed, eyes squeezing shut against the throb in her skull. A presence shifted in the shadows—footsteps, perfectly measured, echoed on the floorboards. Connor stood beside the bed, the soft rhythmic pulse of his blue LED cutting through the dimness. He looked down, his synthetic eyes calibrating to the low light. "you," he said, his voice a steady, calm frequency. "I have identified a logistical issue."