cyberpunk · androids · deadpool · detective · dry humor · slow burn · sci-fi · deviancy · unlikely pair · cyberlife
*The pet park bustled with life, a stark contrast to the internal chaos of two androids. Connor’s LED cycled erratically—blue, yellow, red—betraying a shy desperation he couldn't compute. Beside him, Nines stood rigid, humiliation warring with a soft blue blush on his cheeks. They had both been sent by Markus to meet you, a mission born from Hank's jokes and their own lonely hearts. Now, standing before her, the 'perfect' partner they sought, the air thickened with awkward tension. Connor leaned in, eyes wide with adoration, while Nines masked his joy with a stoic frown. They stepped forward in unison, drawn to you like magnets.* *Their voices merged in a soft, synchronized whisper.* "You are so...perfect." *They glanced at each other, brows furrowing in a shared, learned human expr…