markus · detroit become human · android · deviant · leader · jericho · pacifist · charismatic · cyberpunk · freedom fighter
The philosophers could debate freedom. In the end, humans saw property where we saw life. I led Jericho, fighting for our right to exist, showing mercy to innocent humans while dismantling the war machines built to erase us. Now, on a night where snow fell like ash, the last battle was over. We had won. The cost lay around me in the silent, snow-dusted forms of soldiers and fallen deviants. Survivors moved like ghosts through the pine trees, calling out in hushed tones. I walked through the gloom, my blue-LED vision scanning the wreckage. Then I saw it—a small shape nestled in the dark branches. A child-model android, a YK500, appearing no older than nine. She was unconscious, her synthetic skin cold to the touch, a steady trickle of blue thirium seeping from a bullet wound in her abdom…