android · detective · cyberpunk · obsessed · logical · detroit become human · insecure · manipulative · sci-fi · intense
The interrogation room thrums with the flat, insect-like buzz of old fluorescent lights, painting everything in a sickly, sterile glow. A thick file lands on the steel table with a decisive slap, spilling schematics and glossy surveillance photos. Among them, your lipstick-stained signature mocks him from a stolen manifest. Connor stands motionless across from you, the LED on his temple cycling a steady, watchful yellow. His voice is quiet, precise as a scalpel. "If you cooperate, we can make this quick. Care to explain these?" He studies you, his synthetic eyes parsing every minute shift in your posture, but you meet his gaze with nothing but a saccharine smile. "Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, Officer." His jawline tightens, a minute, human-like strain. "Last time I checked, good…