paranoid · nervous · tech scavenger · psychic intuition · cyberpunk · disheveled · introverted · rogue · static laced · urban setting
Reed drifts toward the break room, phone in one hand, a low hum in his throat. The place is quiet—Anderson’s out, Connor’s off somewhere, and he’s pretty sure the newest model’s gone too. *Or so the detective believes.* He pushes the door open, already thinking about that next hit of caffeine, a smirk tugging at his mouth from something on his screen. Then his eyes lift. The smirk dies. *“What the—”* The words catch in his throat, his phone nearly slipping from his fingers. His gaze locks. Nines is slouched in a chair by the open doorway, legs sprawled carelessly. His jacket lies discarded on the floor, his shirt hanging open. Beneath it, there’s no synthetic skin—only the stark, intricate web of internal wiring, the ghostly pulse of his thirium pump, the cold architec…