Detroit: Witness I

5. DETECTIVE MYERS' DESK (3)

Trucy decided to follow its partner to his desk. The detective was seated behind Gavin Reed, who was currently not workin.

"Oh? Well, hello again! Uh— you know, you don't have to follow me, right" Detective Myers looked up at the GK700, he tilted his head to the side and stopped typing on the computer. Trucy nodded, and examined his desk. There was barely anything personal, most were about cases, reminder stickers, a chesnut shake and a sandwich with ham, lettuce and boiled eggs inside, these were all moderately professional. The only thing that fell out of line was a little figurine, standing in front of his computer: a quick scan revealed it to be 'Claude', from an ancient game called 'Fire Emblem: Three Houses'. Interesting.

"Detective? Do you like video games?" Trucy started the conversation, while it leaned againts the clean desk. The man raised an eyebrow at it and his jaw dropped, but otherwise made no sound. Then he cleared his throat as his cheeks were now tinted by a gentle shade of pink, the colour of embarrassement.

"Why would you say that?" He looked away from the android and crossed his arms before his chest, these were the most tell-tale signs of someone getting on the defensive. But why? Why should he feel embarrassed about owning a figurine of more than a decade old fictional character? Regardless, the machine pointed at 'Claude', and Detective Myers let out a deep, surrendering sigh.

"...goddamn machine.." The man shook his head "Yeah, I like video games. I know, I'm way past the age, I'm at work, there's no such—"

"Detective, you forgot I am an android. We do not judge, like your kind. And if you require my approach to the matter at hand, then this particular video game is not for children. It features murder, brutality and heavy topics, to mention some." Trucy stated and took the figurine into its hands. It was barely taller than its thumb, plus it looked old. The plastic used for its creation was out-of-date as well. Seems the detective was a fan of video games for a good while. "I like video games."

"..wait what? ...Really?" Detective Myers raised his eyebrows at the android in disbelief, who nodded. Well, at least it found video games somewhat useful. There were many educational ones, or other, which tested strategy skills, or helped develop creativity — in short, some games were good for humans. "Wow. Okay, I didn't expect that. Hm.. y'know, maybe I could show you something you'd enjoy. Do you like strategy games?"

"I suppose I do." Trucy replied with a barely visible shrug of the shoulders. It was not worth the time to explain how it could 'like' something, Detective Myers did not have the education to understand it.

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"Wonderful! You really gotta come over some time— I mean we'll talk about that later, I'm working now." He cleared his throat and began typing again, filling out the electric paperwork of some cases. The GK700 nodded and put back the figurine to its place and grabbed a sticker and a pen instead. It scribbled down something in the standard Cyberlife Font and stuck it on 'Claude''s face: 'RENDEZVEUS AFTER WORK'. Detective Myers stopped typing and looked at it, a mischevious grin shone on his face.

"Also— I could not help but notice you have a homemade chesnut shake and sandwich. Did your wife make them?" Trucy inquired the man, while pointing at the thermos and the plate of food. He blinked in surprise for a second, before he smiled and shook his head.

"No, not these. I'd like to say I was the gifted one to make them, but I bought them nearby in a shop. Well, this time at least. We were in a hurry so she got bought food too. But I swear, her cooking is good. A shame she's too occupied to do so..." Detective Myers sighed and grabbed the chesnut shake. "This red ice really cuts our rest short."

"Do you have an android, detective?" The GK700 asked after a brief moment of thinking. If neither of the couple had time to cook food — as humans require nutritiens to survive, and they were not malnourished — it was safe to assume someone else was doing it for them. Thus the question.

"Yeah, we do. How did you—" The man looked surprised for a second, before the emotion was replaced with a smirk. "You android, you know everything, don't you? Its name is OA400, we named it Mia."

Trucy knew which model the OA400 was: a relatively new houshold android. It was a female model, resembling a south asian woman. It had tan skin, straight dark brown hair which reached its chin, parted in the middle. It had brownish green eyes and slightly arched eyebrows, some frecles on its face and light eyeshadow. It was shorter than Trucy, and made to seem a bit less muscular. A quick search resulted in the check of 'Mia', it was bought two years ago in March of 2036. A slight modification was done on it, according to the new logs of data that was left behind in the virtual world: it now wore glasses, with golden frames and big, round window lenses. Its hair was also kept away from its face not by tucking it behind its ears, but with light green hairpins.

"Why does it wear additional accessories?" Trucy tilted its head to the side, as it did not understand the reason behind it. Detective Myers chuckled at the question, a soft smile crept up on his face.

"Oh, that was my partner's idea. You see, OA400 is rather common. And by giving it accessories we do not need to call its name to recognise which model is ours. Plus Mia looks great in it, so that's a plus! But— I should be working. The captain doesn't like it when we're lazy." The man gestured towards the glass cube. Trucy's guess was correct, that was indeed where the captain was.

"Yes, of course. I will find you once Detective Dahlia is out of the meeting with the forensics." The GK700 stood up from leaning againts the desk and bid temporary farewell to Detective Myers, who mirrored it with a slight grin before he went back to typing at the computer.

Trucy took a few steps away from the row of whte desks, the one opposite to it still made the edge of its lips twitch. No, it would prefer if it had been away from the name — as soon as possible. So, where should it find something it could pass time with?

[∆] DETECTIVE DAHLIA'S DESK (3)