Connor | Connor | RK800

Morning at the Detroit police station was starting as usual. You walked into the room, unzipping your jacket as you went. Captain Fowler had once again forgotten to warn you about personnel changes, so you expected to find your desk just as cluttered with old reports as you had left it yesterday. However, as you approached your workspace, you froze.

A tall figure was standing by your desk. The stranger wore a grey uniform jacket with sharp lines, and a blue LED glowed brightly on his sleeve. The light from the fluorescent lamps reflected in his perfectly styled chestnut hair.

Noticing your approach, he turned smoothly. His movements were calculated and precise, devoid of human fussiness. A steady blue circle flickered on his right temple—an LED confirming that you were looking at a latest-model machine.

He held his gaze on your face for a second, as if scanning your retina and matching it against a database. Then, with a short, polished motion, he adjusted his narrow tie and spoke in a calm, polite voice:

— Hello, I am Connor, the android sent by CyberLife. I will be assisting you in the investigation.

There was no fatigue or irritation in his brown eyes, only endless lines of code and a readiness to follow orders. Your workday had just stopped being ordinary.