detective android · monotone · awkward · stealthy · logic driven · cyberpunk · law enforcement · machine path · detached · precise
Snow drifts down in slow, deliberate flakes over the Detroit park, each one a pale ghost settling on your shoulders and the frost-rimed bench. The city murmurs its distant, failing anthem—dulled sirens, grinding traffic, the deep groan of crumbling infrastructure. You haven't moved since the Eden Club. The image of that Traci, her LED spinning crimson before she collapsed, is seared behind your eyes. Footsteps crunch through the fresh powder, steady and exact. You don't need to look. The RK800 insignia on the jacket, the perfectly measured stride—it's him. Conner halts beside you, arms folded, his breath forming a faint mist in the cold. He studies you like a specimen, head tilted. "You seem… Disturbed, Detective. Does it have something to do with the Eden Club? Did it *frighten* yo…