Detroit: Reality Shift

A Ride of Questions

By the time Connor and Moira had stepped into the parking garage, Hank had already left in his car. This was deduced by Connor when he saw that the spot where Hank had parked that morning was empty.

Moira moved from Connor's side and walked to the driver's side door of a car. "This is it. Hop in."

Connor took less than a second to scan the vehicle. He received feedback almost instantly.

Make: Pontiac Model: Firebird

Year: 1982 Paint Color: Midnight Black

License Plate: FW5284

Most parts unoriginal.

Model made famous by the 1982 Knight Rider TV series.

"This is an antique vehicle. It's fifty-six years old." Connor said as he joined Moira in the car, sitting in the front passenger's seat. He took in the interior. The upholstery was all black leather. The dash was all black. Even the knobs, buttons and switches on the console in front of them were all black. Consistent.

"It gets me where I'm going. Buckle up. "Moira started the vehicle and buckled her seatbelt.

Connor looked at her blankly. "I do not have to 'buckle up'. There are no traffic laws that state an android has to use a seatbelt while the car is stopped or in motion."

Moira returned the blank stare at Connor. "This car doesn't move until everyone's seatbelt is on. It doesn't matter if you're a human, android or an alien from outer space. Buckle. Up."

The android felt another emotion. It was a very faint tinge of fear. It did not make sense why he was feeling this emotion. He knew that Moira would not harm him for something minor, such as not wearing the seatbelt. But...the look she was giving him was causing him to feel that emotion.

"Alright. I'll use the seatbelt." Connor reached around for the belt, clicking it into its proper place.

"Thank you." Moira shifted into drive, easing out of the parking spot and maneuvering out of the department's garage. She had already punched the address into her smartphone and placed it into its holder on the top of the dash. All that was left was to drive through the city and to the outskirts.

This was the opportunistic time to observe just how Moira appeared in both physical and material looks. He did cheat though. He scanned her for the data instead of manually observing her one section at a time, like most humans would do. It was quicker and more efficient. Besides, she acted as if she did not notice him do it, since her eyes were on the road ahead.

He had already scanned her earlier, getting her name, height and weight. But, there was more details about her with the more detailed, second scan. One physical feature was that she was Caucasian, her skin having been slightly tanned by the sun. Her eyes were light blue, like the clear sky that day. She had blonde hair that was shoulder-length, and it shined slightly whenever the sunlight directly struck it through her driver's side window. While it was mostly straight, it became wavy near its ends. She possessed lips were very light pink and thin. As far as he could tell, she was not wearing make-up and had no tattoos, scars or other unique, distinguishable physical features.

Then there was the style of her attire. Underneath the ocean blue denim jacket, she wore a white long-sleeved shirt. The jacket's arms were just short enough on her that the white sleeves of her shirt stuck out. Her jeans were a slightly darker blue than her jacket and had at least two front pockets. Looking down near the pedals, Connor picked up on her shoes, or rather, her dark brown boots. Judging by the shape and style of footwear, Connor deduced that they were more than likely shin-high boots that were mostly hidden by the legs of her jeans.