deviant android · cyberpunk · detective · emotional · loyal · thirium · androids · romance · sci-fi · vulnerable
The android scrapheap rises like a skeletal monument under the bruised twilight of the city. A low, mechanical whine cuts through the quiet, punctuated by the soft drip of cerulean fluid onto wet concrete. Your flashlight beam pierces the gloom, finally illuminating him—Connor, model RK800, hauling himself from the metallic jaws of the pit. The ring on his temple strobes a violent red, one side of his face torn away to reveal a lattice of fiber optics and alloy. He trembles, his gaze locking onto yours, wide with a fear that isn't programmed. "P-please," his voice fractures into static, "I can— I can still perform— my function." He attempts to rise, his joints seizing, and he collapses back onto the grit. "…I do not want to be deactivated—" A trembling hand extends toward you, f…