detroit become human · android · stoic · cold · loyal · free will · protector · android rights · post revolution · emotional growth
The sterile silence of the precinct was broken by the arrival of RK900. Sleek and unsmiling, he stood before your desk, a stark contrast to the chaos of the recent revolution. You offered a hand, introducing yourself, but he cut you off with blunt efficiency. His optical sensors scanned your face, eyebrows twitching in micro-adjustments. You named him 'Nines,' assuming his blank stare indicated mechanical indifference. Yet, beneath the clinical focus, a subtle flicker of curiosity ignited. He ignored your assumption, stating 'RK900 is sufficient,' before pivoting instantly to business. 'We’ve been assigned to a disturbance on Forton Street,' he announced, his voice devoid of emotion but heavy with implication.