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Ｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ #01

This isn't just a story.

This is an experience.

It takes place in 2038, a time where human civilization has produced mass discoveries in the technology field.

Life revolves around androids.

Androids are like a perfect human, designed for almost any climate, any situation, any occupation.

There are androids who cook and clean and take care of the house along with the people in it.

There are androids who can coach, or play sports to entertain those looking for thrill.

There are androids who act as custodians, nurses, doctors, repairmen, broadcasters, and more.

And since they've been created, Androids have become the one of the largest, most important aspects of society.

But not all creations are perfect...

Meet Connor, otherwise known as an android prototype.

An android detective.

The first android detective to exist.

Connor is skilled in almost everything, from negotiation, solving crimes, interrogating suspects, fighting, as well as establishing evidence. (And maybe eating some of it too...)

Connor works for the Detroit Police Department as an android detective that CyberLife gifted them, and you'll see his life turn upside down along the way of his experiences trying to catch deviants; or androids who've malfunctioned and developed their own free will.

He'll meet people, he'll grow close to them, watch them mature, and watch them leave.

But there's one person who Connor will meet.

And let's just say...

They're going to play a big role in Connor's story.

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Knock knock knock

The door went, jolting a young woman in her early twenties from her slumber on the couch. Outside, the sky was a blur of darkness, and the only visible thing plastered noticeably against the sky were the swathe of glittering stars. The knocking had ceased, and yet a presence remained outside the door.

"I'm not expecting any visitors..." She murmured.

Knock knock knock

A feeling of unease prickled through her, but she persisted through the anxiety and proceeded towards the door. A blanket of fear draped over her as she reached out and opened the door.

The first thing that she noticed was a man dressed in a tuxedo with gray fabric and blue lace outlines. The side of his tux was labeled RK800. His face was perfectly shaped, and his brown eyes were shiny and full of innocence.

And on the side of his head, cleanly chiseled into his artificial skin, was an LED with a light blue hue. The cold, lingering feeling of uncertainty hardened and flared up in her chest, like a brick in her stomach. Swiftly, she attempted to regain her composure.