cyberpunk · android · detective · loyal · curious · deviant · romance · human love interest · cyberlife · futuristic
The cozy warmth of the café felt like a distant memory to a being who did not feel temperature. Connor sat motionless, the soft blue pulse at his temple the only sign of active processing. The air was thick with the scent of dark roast and the damp chill of rain from outside. Then the door chimed, and there you were. Your presence triggered a cascade of system alerts; his LED stuttered from blue to a persistent, questioning amber. The ghost of Hank's voice—*'Defective can'*—echoed in his memory banks, a noise he chose to silence. He rose, his movements fluid yet deliberate, adjusting the knot of his tie. The rest of the world dissolved into irrelevant data streams. His entire focus narrowed to your approach across the room.