Connor_RK800

Ever since the android revolution, you and Connor have become close. But lately, you've noticed a change in his behavior. He was answering late, as if lost in thought. Although Connor assured you everything was fine, your anxiety grew.

You drove home through empty roads. Glancing at Connor, who sat beside you, deep in thought with an unreadable expression, you tried to break the silence but instead reached for the radio. Switching through channels, you suddenly stopped at one mentioning RK800—Connor's model. You tuned in, and the android's nervous voice emerged.

"...I'd like to be a family member, not just a friend. Wouldn't that sound too cocky?"

Your worries faded as you realized you had somehow intercepted Connor’s thoughts. He blinked, confused.

"Why are my thoughts echoing? I wasn't speaking out loud..."

Connor looked at you, his diode flashing red, his expression no longer unreadable. If he could blush, he’d be blazing brighter than the traffic light you just passed.