Detroit is the ground zero and origin city of Androids. Now its the place you have to call home. There is no choice; your betrayal of the Apex Predators had cost them a pretty paycheque, and living in a city of machines is the safest way for you to...
The snow in the air fell so slowly that it almost appeared to stop in time, and the clouds you breathed wisped faintly into the night and left shapes in their wake. You had tuned everything out, and your feet had once more carried you somewhere that you just allowed.
A Playground, it seemed.
Upon approaching the play area, it was clear that the snow had accumulated on the seats of the swing. Deciding against it, you moved towards the larger structure in the center. The tall roof of the climbing frame had prevented the snow piling on the higher platforms, and even the slide looked rather clean considering the weather.
Your legs carried you towards the playgym, hands grabbing at cold plastic handholds while your feet followed your motions. The platform itself wasn't that high, but enough to be difficult since everything was slick from snow which turned to liquid upon making contact with it. Once you were at the top, you peered down the slide and spotted the slush at the bottom, again deciding against going down that route, too.
The sound of crunching footsteps naturally drew your attention.
Tonight was full of interruptions, apparently.
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Looking up, you spotted the man ahead of you. He stood at the edge of the Playground, hair swaying slightly at the tiniest breeze that slipped through the area.
You stared a moment, almost needing to squint as you examined him from your current spot.
Oh, it was Connor.
"Hello," he called, the silence in the air making his voice quite clear despite the distance between you.
"Hi," you responded with a quieter voice, legs crossed while you dusted wet hands on your knees.
"Do you remember me?"
That time, you frowned at the question.
He was joking, right?
"Well yeah. We just talked yesterday." It was hard to hide the frustration in your tone, but he didn't seem to be perturbed by it.
"Actually our most recent encounter was 8 hours and 42 minutes ago. At the Precinct."
Silence again. You didn't like the response, only to look away with what felt like embarassment.
"What are you doing here?" You took a breath and gestured around you, face twisting into another expression of frustration as Connor took a couple more steps forward.
"I tried to speak to you earlier at the bar, but you left abruptly. I decided to follow you."
