hunger ; detroit: become human

eighteen

Cynthia

Night of November 11th, 2038 - 3:45 AM

No matter how hard she tried, Cynthia couldn't fall asleep. Elijah had finally succeeded in getting her to shut off the TV, so their bedroom was plunged into darkness once more. Beside her, he was sound asleep, his chest rising and falling evenly. He had one arm draped over her waist, like he always did at night, pressing her back against his bare chest. He was warm, his embrace was inviting, but her mind was racing. Carefully, she slipped out of his hold, tucking her pillow under his arm in her place, and grabbed her robe from the hook on her closet door. She pulled it on and tied the belt around her waist, sighing as she left the bedroom. She tiptoed down the hall, but tried to move quickly, as the tile floor was freezing, and she was barefoot. She reached her office and opened the door quietly, shutting it behind her with a sigh. Flicking on the light, she made her way to her desk, sitting down in her office chair and opening up her laptop. Chloe had been kind enough to plug it in for her earlier that night, but it was also her way of getting Cynthia to power down. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the door was shut before she turned back to her laptop, clicking over to her emails and pressing the button to compose a new one.

Mr. Harold Meyer,

Effective immediately, I am submitting my resignation from CyberLife as its Creative Director. I can no longer, in good conscience, continue to work for this company while also holding the morals I do. I will return to the CyberLife offices in the coming days to collect my belongings from my office, but only when officials have deemed it safe enough to travel to the Tower. I should hope that the events of the last twenty four to forty eight hours have been as eye opening for you as they have been for me, and that you will take the appropriate steps to protect your current employees. I also hope that, with the changing tides, you'll work to ensure that the rights of androids will not be ignored in the future. I wish you luck in your future endeavors, and Elijah Kamski sends his regards.

Cynthia Kamski

Without a second thought, she pressed 'send' and leaned back in her chair. She rubbed her face and leaned forward, her elbows resting on the desk as she took a deep breath. Now that that was out of the way, she had one more message to respond to. Then maybe her mind would quiet down enough for her to sleep. Going back to her emails, she sifted through a few of them before finding a previous correspondence she'd struck up the day prior.

Jeffrey,

After careful consideration, I would like to formally accept your offer to begin employment down at the Detroit Police Department. I really do feel as though this is a wonderful opportunity, and I cannot thank you enough for the chance on such short notice. This position is right up my alley, and after having worked alongside several of your officers, I'm confident in saying that work will be done well, and effectively. Once again, my most sincere thanks for this opportunity, and I'm ready to start whenever you'll let me. And sorry for such a late correspondence, my husband and I have been glued to the television all night, like I'm sure most of Detroit has been tonight. Hope you and your family are safe.

Cynthia Kamski

After sending the second email, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to see Chloe, the first model, standing behind her.

"Is everything all right, Cynthia?" she asked, her head tilting slightly.

"I think so. Did Elijah send you in?" she asked, and to her surprise, Chloe shook her head.