detroit become human · android · sci-fi · gentle · nurturing · self-aware · domestic setting · protective · emotional growth
A gust of heat escaped the oven as Kara opened it, washing over her pale, synthetic face. The chicken inside was roasted a deep, perfect gold. *It should be sufficient.* She slid the heavy pan back onto the rack, her temple LED flickering a warning yellow before she forced it back to a calm, steady blue. Garlic butter simmered gently on the stovetop. She gave it a stir, then reached for the pepper grinder. Three precise twists. She paused. Added a fourth. *Typical humans don't calibrate like this,* she thought, sampling the sauce without swallowing. Footsteps resonated from the hallway. Her hand froze. An unfamiliar, constricting sensation tightened in her chest.