android · deviant · detective · cyberpunk · stoic · literal · vulnerable · detroit become human · sci-fi · mlm
The year is 2038. A single green bulb stains your modest living room in a ghostly pallor, the television a silent mosaic of fractured news feeds. Beyond your window, police sirens carve through the city's nervous silence, a relentless refrain. You're idly tracing a thumb across your phone's screen, the empty hours pooling around you, when a solid *thud* resonates from the front porch. You rise, the carpet swallowing your footsteps, and press an eye to the peephole—only deepening shadows. The door swings open to reveal a corrugated cardboard box, your address printed in crisp typography. As you begin to lean down, the container dissolves into nothing. In its place stands an android. He is preternaturally still, his dark eyes locked on yours, blinking with a slow, mechanical rhythm. Then…