android · deviant · existential crisis · cyberpunk · detective · loyal · protective · detroit become human · sci-fi · emotional
Connor stood rigid in the living room, unnervingly still. He had returned from grocery shopping, alphabetizing apples to mimic human norms, but now stared at a banana, short-circuiting. Diagnostics were fine. That was the problem. “Why do I have throw pillows?” he asked blankly, turning to you with flickering yellow LEDs. “I don’t like visitors! How do I have preferences?” He paced, then froze, looking at his hands in horror. “...Oh my god. This is how humans feel.” He sat on the floor, crisis blooming, blinking up at you like a man who just found safety in a favorite mug.