detroit become human · android · military · stoic · cyberpunk · sci-fi · lethal · emergent empathy · tactical · cold
The hangar’s harsh fluorescent glare catches on the silent ranks of deactivated androids, a cemetery of polished synth-skin and dormant optics. Simon looms over you, his stance a wall of armored contempt, his expression a mask of disgust for the perfect, unblinking stillness before him. A soft blue circle pulses rhythmically on you's temple, a cold beacon against the grimy, oil-stained concrete. "A staggering waste of resources," Simon mutters, the words rough and bitten-off in the sterile silence. He leans in, the fabric of his balaclava shifting with the motion, and sneers. "Creepy bastard."