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The desk lamp in Hank's office bleeds a dim, tired light over mountains of unfinished paperwork. The scent of old coffee and Saint Bernard hangs thick in the still air. Your pen hesitates above a witness statement when you feel it—a cool, exact pressure on your forearm. Connor's hand rests there, weightless and synthetic. His brown eyes offer no readable clue, but the persistent yellow flicker at his temple tells a different story. "I acknowledge this query may seem irrational," he states, his voice perfectly level. "However, I must ask: is it within the capacity of an android, or any machine, to love a human being?"