Fragile Machines (Connor x Reader)《Detroit: Become Human》

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*sorry in advance for any writing mistakes, as I said in the description of the story

(Also, if anything is written between parentheses and in bold, it is not part of the story, it's just author's notes/thoughts)

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*annoying alarm tone*

  Uuuuuuuuuuuugh, mornings... I hate them with a passion. "6:45" I dismiss the alarm and lazily get out of the (incredibly more comfortable in the morning) bed and make my way to the bathroom and do... all the jazz that you can do in there at almost seven in the morning.

  I change into my CyberLife uniform and look at the clock on the wall (yeah, I still have one of those) (yeah, I know it's 2038, I just have a dent in the wall from when Hank threw a ball at Sumo and I didn't find anything else to cover it with, plus I think it looks good, kinda vintage).

         "7:30"

  I just grab a chocolate bar from the fridge for breakfast (probably won't even eat it), grab my keys, phone, lock the door (after I exit the house, of course) and drive off to the CyberLife tower.

 

  After 20 minutes of intense traffic, I finally get to my destination and go to my desk, where my colleague/friend Daniel (not the android) is standing with his arms crossed.

  "Well good morn-"
  "Woah, what is up with you, you're only 4 minutes late!" He says waving his hands around like he's at a Knights of The Black Death concert.
  "I guess it's my lucky day, also good m-"
  "Just when I planned on scowling at you for being late..."
  "Then I guess it's not your lucky day."
  "Yeah, whatever, so what were you going to say?"
  "Nothing"
  "Well a "good morning" would've been nice..." He says walking off to his desk, but I stop him:
  "Oh, did you bring my (coffee/tea)?"
  "Yeah, it's on your desk."
  I look there to see my hot beverage and thank him.
  "GOOD MORNING BY THE WAY!" I call to him, since his desk is three rows ahead of mine.
  "YEAH, SURE" he calls back, chuckling. He's a good friend.

  I sip on my drink that isn't even cold yet (perks of being not that late) and open my computer to see the new tasks.
I'm an android designer, and also detective at the Detroit Police Department, I have a friend there too, his name is Hank, basic old, grumpy, suicidal but fun, heavy metal fan kind of dude. Daniel and Hank are basically my only friends.

  Tasks:

~URGENT TASK~
•The Detroit Police Department is in need of an unique android
            Male
            Design especially to facilitate integration among humans
            Must not look like any previous android models
           

Take as little time as possible

  Well it looks like we'll be having a new partner at the station, but... why didn't Captain Fowler say anything about this?
I wonder if Hank knows.

  After i finish my drink i throw it in the trash can under my desk and start working.
  Well, if he'll be working at the station it means that I'll see him every time I have my shift, so I might as well just make him look pretty. (Not that the other android models are ugly or something, they're perfect for fuck's sake, but just not my type).  

  I start sketching his face on the computer program, as I imagine what he would look like: Warm brown eyes, dark brown hair, sharp jawline, almost perfect, but not that perfect, with a few darker dots on his neck and face and a strand of hair falling on his forehead, to make him look more human.
Just my type of perfect.

As for his outfit, instead of the usual android uniform, I decide on a gray semi-formal jacket, white shirt, dark tie, and dark jeans, to "facilitate integration among humans".

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I DO NOT own any media present in this story by the way, it's all from good ol' Google

Kinda short (I think) but it's good for a start I guess...

Also kinda boring, I know, hope it will get better.