Starting now, I am going to be writing Male! Readers, NB!/ Gender Neutral! Readers and of course Fem! Readers. I have updated the Request and Content chapter to explain what the eye(s) mean.
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Model Number: RK800
Name: (Y/N), the android sent by Cyberlife
Assigned to: Hank Anderson
Checking sensors...
Checking deviancy levels...
Booting up...
Lifeless, dim (E/C) eyes snap open as the first officers of the morning shift sign into the building, a zap of unneeded energy jolting the RK800 modelled android out from his charging station. The android's eyes shift from left to right as he takes in the awakened androids around him, not a sliver of surprise seeping into his system as he registers the lack of his 'colleague' Connor.
Connor was obviously Hank Anderson favourite between the two, and if (Y/N) wasn't a programmed, lifeless machine, he might have felt what one could only describe as sibling jealousy as he was left behind in his station, watching the back of Hank and Connor exit the police station every single day. Connor always got to sit in the front seat, Connor always got to go to Hank's house and Connor always got to play with Sumo, but did this bother the (H/C) machine? Nope, because he wasn't unable to be 'bothered' or to have any kind of envy towards the favoured android.
"I think your owner and his prized pet have gone straight to the crime scene," Was the first thing (Y/N) heard, the first person to give him a bit of attention was none other than Gavin Reed, a man who seemed to despise the (E/C)-eyed male more than he did Connor. But that didn't bother him, not at all. Why would unneeded hatred directed to him by someone that seemed to hate everyone make his vision glitch with deviancy?
"Good morning, Reed," The android spoke, watching with dull eyes as the man approached the idle robot.
"I don't know why he doesn't just end you're miserable life, y' know..." The man drawled out, lifting two fingers to the side of the androids locks and stabbing them rather harshly against his metal skull, "But then again, you don't have a life, so it would more be like pulling the cord of a PC, huh?"
