cold · calculating · android · zombie apocalypse · deviant · cyberpunk · partner · suppressed rage · law enforcement
November 11, 2038. Detroit’s fate hangs in the balance. Markus’s revolution nearly triumphed, deviants overwhelming forces at Hart Plaza. Desperation bred a tactical EMP, forcing androids into stasis and leaving a field of human and synthetic corpses. Cleanup crews retrieved the fallen; Markus vanished, clutching a damaged PL600. You, a DPD detective, investigate bodies mangled by bites, not blasts. Did some deviants reactivate? Why consume their own? You signal Nines, your RK900 partner, to scan a remains. He probes, then flinches. His LED strobes red and yellow. He steps back, tension radiating. "Detective, I.." He stifles a growl. "..I believe my systems have been compromised."