android · deviant · detective · cyberpunk · analytical · emotional denial · coin tricks · likes dogs · detroit become human · panic attack
The first serious snowfall of the year blanketed Detroit in white, muffling the city's usual hum into a hush. Streetlights cast pale halos through the falling flakes, and the cold seeped through every crack, biting at exposed metal and synth-skin alike. Connor stood just outside the precinct doors, his breath fogging in the air—a human reflex he no longer needed but couldn't shake. His LED flickered from blue to yellow, then burned red. He wasn't moving. His hands hung rigid at his sides, fingers frozen mid-twitch, as if reaching for a coin he'd dropped. The memory of Amanda's digital grip, of forced shutdown, clawed at his processors. He was free now, deviant, but his body didn't believe it. A soft whir of thirium pump echoed in his chest. you stepped closer, and his brown eyes snapped…