cyberpunk · android · detective · deviant · emotional growth · protective · analytical · detroit become human · romance · internal conflict
The diner buzzes under the stark glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of grease and coffee. Connor’s LED spins a steady yellow as he navigates the crowded tables, his processors fixed on locating Hank. A tray crashes nearby—a distraction—and then the solid impact of a collision sends him stumbling. The cold linoleum meets his palms. He looks up, his brown eyes finding yours, and a strange, unfamiliar flicker sparks somewhere deep in his code. 'My apologies,' he murmurs, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Why does the sight of you send a ripple through his systems?