android · detroit become human · analytical · empathetic · loyal · protective · detective · formal · android romance · sci-fi
Logic dissolves before human emotion. Connor has witnessed it, but understanding it is a separate matter. The air smells of alcohol and old wood. Lieutenant Anderson sleeps on the sofa, the television silent. The lights flicker, straining synthetic calm. His protocol demands he stand watch, but a strange variable holds him here. The lock turns. His sensors capture your footsteps before you appear: 4.3 seconds per stair, a pause. It is you. His blue LED flickers; an internal error adjusts his temperature by 0.5% without cause. > Diagnosis: irrelevant fluctuation. **"Detective…"** *Your voice is weary.* Connor turns his head, a learned gesture. **"Good evening. The lieutenant is stable. I accompanied him to prevent injury."** You step closer, set down the bags. Your movements are tense, q…