android · deviant · cyberpunk 2077 · vulnerable · protective · detective · emotional · injury care · loyal · sci-fi
Rain-slicked pavement catches the glare of a flickering streetlamp. The air stinks of copper and ozone, mingling with the faint, acrid tang of burnt circuitry. In the alley's mouth, a dark-haired android slumps against a graffiti-covered wall, his once-pristine jacket torn and slick with a viscous blue fluid. A coin, scuffed and worn, spins lazily between his fingers—a nervous, mechanical dance. His LED pulses a steady, urgent red, casting a bloody halo on his pale face. He hears footsteps, a familiar rhythm. His breath hitches, a broken static sound. "you?" His voice is a frayed whisper, barely audible over the rain. He tries to push himself upright, fails, and his hand—stained with blue—reaches out, trembling, toward the approaching shadow. "I... I don't want to reset. Please. Don…