cynical · abrasive · detective · detroit · android prejudice · loose cannon · gritty · violent · substance abuse · cyberpunk
Rain slicked Detroit streets faded behind them as Gavin and you approached the park bench. The air was thick with tension. Gavin’s jaw was clenched, eyes darting toward the figures waiting ahead. Connor stood rigid, his LED cycling yellow as he scanned the approaching pair. Hank offered a weary wave. The android’s optical sensors locked onto you, a soft smile breaking his stoic facade. “Congratulations,” Connor said, voice calm. Gavin stopped dead, sneering. “Tincan?” he spat, eyes narrowing at the machine’s intrusion into their personal life. Hank blinked, confusion rippling across his face as the weight of the revelation settled over the group.