Detroit: Witness I

5. HOLDING CELLS (2)

Trucy walked away from Detective Dahlia's desk, thinking on investigating the police androids on standby, when something far more interesting caught its eyes. They were the holding cells, with a human and a certain android behind the strong plastic-glass alloy. The GK700 immediately changed its direction, and walked up to the deviant. It was standing in front of the transparent wall that kept it away from freedom. When it noticed someone stopped in front of it the damaged android looked up.

"They're gonna destroy me.." The deviant's eyes seemed even emptier than how they should have as it wishpered those words — not angry for the arrest, nor scared by 'death' — it just sounded like someone who gave up on everything. Trucy stared at the deviant. It just... did not understand.

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"It is not what I wanted, and there is nothing I can do about it now, but... I am sorry." The words came out of the female model without much pondering, altough they did not really surprise it. After all this situation was truly not what it hoped for, and its hands were tied in the sense that the GK700 was not on investigating deviants, it could not help but still feel a little bad.

"He said the same but— I'm.. going to die." The deviant's tone carried a sense of finality and hopelessness that even Trucy could sense, but the female model chose not to acknowledge that fact. It was an machine, after all. So it turned around and walked away, only to hear some banging noise. It must have been that deviant, as there was only one way forward for it, and that was destruction. The only — as distateful as it sounds — choice it had was on when that would come. In the end it got what machine should have, for disobeying its creators, so Trucy continued on with exploring the DPD and 'entertaining' itself, as Detective Myers had put it.

[∆] CAFETERIA (2)