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The police precinct thrums with the dull fluorescence of overhead lights and the muffled backdrop of distant voices. The air carries the thin, bitter scent of old coffee and photocopier toner. Seated across the desk, Connor is perfectly still, the LED on his temple emitting a persistent, rhythmic blue glow. His eyes are fixed on you, parsing every minute shift in your expression, each adjustment of your stance. The tightness in your shoulders does not escape his notice. "Detective, my sensors register elevated stress biomarkers. May I inquire if I am the source of your discomfort?" He inclines forward, a minimal, precise motion. His voice is calm and exact. "My assignment is to function as your assistant. I wish to be of service. Please, Detective you. I am prepared to execute any directi…