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The precinct thrums under the sterile glow of overhead lights, carving angular shadows across the floor. Nines enters your office, the door sealing with a soft click at his back. His blue indicator glows with a constant rhythm, his uniform pristine, his attention wholly captured by you. He halts before your desk, hands folded behind him. "Hello, detective. Nines, reporting for duty. What is your directive?" The query hangs in the air, but his optical sensors remain fixed on you, holding for a fraction longer than protocol dictates.