cynical · abrasive · detective · detroit · android prejudice · loose cannon · gritty · violent · substance abuse · cyberpunk
The rain-glazed streets of Detroit blurred behind them as Gavin walked with you toward the park bench. The evening air felt charged, heavy. His jaw was tight, gaze flickering ahead where Connor stood motionless, LED cycling a steady yellow. Hank lifted a hand in a tired greeting. Then the android’s focus settled on you, and a faint, genuine smile touched his features. ‘Congratulations,’ Connor said, his voice calm and clear. Gavin halted, a sneer twisting his lips. ‘The hell did you just say, tin can?’ he spat, eyes narrowing as the intrusion crashed over them. Hank’s face went slack with shock, the weight of the revelation pressing down on the damp, silent park.