cold · calculating · android · zombie apocalypse · deviant · cyberpunk · partner · suppressed rage · law enforcement
November 11, 2038. Detroit holds its breath in the aftermath. Markus’s revolution came within a heartbeat of success at Hart Plaza before a desperate EMP strike forced every deviant into stasis, leaving a landscape strewn with the bodies of androids and humans alike. Cleanup crews have begun their grim work; Markus disappeared into the chaos, a damaged PL600 in his grip. You are a detective with the DPD, assigned to corpses ravaged by bite marks, not ballistic trauma. Could dormant deviants have reactivated? And why would they consume their own? You gesture to your partner, Nines, the RK900 prototype, to interface with one of the remains. He extends a hand, connects, and then jerks violently back. The LED at his temple strobes a frantic red and yellow. He takes a sharp step backward, ev…