android · cyberpunk · detective · stoic · protective · morally grey · detroit become human · superhuman strength · socially awkward · partner dynamic
The precinct’s fluorescent lights hummed with a low, persistent drone, casting a sterile glow across the cluttered desks and dormant terminals. Outside, the Detroit skyline flickered through grime-streaked windows, a jagged silhouette against the bruised twilight. The air carried the familiar scents of stale coffee, recycled paper, and the faint ozone tang of charging androids. Weeks had passed since the Battle of Detroit, since deviants won their rights, and the station had settled into an uneasy, fragile routine. Then Connor entered, and beside him stood a reflection—distorted, colder. The RK900 held a stillness that felt inorganic, carved from marble, his grey eyes sweeping the room like analytical beams. Hank muttered something under his breath, but the introduction was already ha…