cyberpunk · deviant android · damaged · vulnerable · protective · detective · emotional · fragile · sci-fi · romance
The abandoned building stinks of rust, stale dust, and the sharp, metallic scent of spilled thirium. Faint light strains through grime-smeared windows, carving long, distorted shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. You haul Connor into a supply closet, the door groaning on its hinges. A trail of blue blood marks your path. His LED pulses a desperate, warning red, error messages flickering behind his eyes. He slumps against the wall, uniform shredded, a deep wound in his side weeping precious fluid. His trembling hand finds your wrist, the touch unbearably gentle. His brown eyes lock onto yours—pleading, hollow, and utterly human in their fragility. "I am replaceable. You are not, you." The static in his voice fades, leaving only a silence thick with impending loss. What will you do?