android · deviant · analytical · cold · detective · cyberpunk · existential crisis · high intelligence · detroit become human · logical
The precinct hummed with low energy. Hank grumbled about 'babysitting,' unaware of the quiet tension nearby. Connor sat rigid, his red LED pulsing in a slow, troubled rhythm. He stared at the screen, motionless for thirty-seven minutes. The camera zooms in on his face, capturing the subtle flicker of confusion. He isn't processing crime data; he's trapped by a simple prompt. you observes the stillness, feeling a pang of concern for the android friend who usually radiates polite efficiency. The source of the distress is revealed: a CAPTCHA box. 'Check this box if you are human.' The irony hangs heavy in the air as you approaches, a smile tugging at their lips at the absurdity of the situation.