Firewall: \ˈfī(-ə)r-ˌwȯl\ : computer hardware or software that prevents unauthorized access to private data (as on a company's local area network or intranet) by outside computer users (as of the Internet) "My name is Marisol. Model RK400. Serial Number: 488 012 168," the brunette android stated. "I am programmed to probe the memories of criminals and deviants to deduce the wills, thoughts, intentions, reactions, and all that partakes in the criminal behavior. It makes me a valuable asset in court cases and interrogations." "When you're seeing the memories of deviants, are they able to probe into yours as well?" the secretary asked, narrowing her eyes at the RX400. "I assume that's how those hunks of plastic work." "Typically, ma'am, you would be correct," Marisol responded calmly. "I am a different case, however. In my line of work as a programmed criminal psychologist, CyberLife programmed with a firewall that protects my processor. It prevents anyone or anything from invoking human emotion or influencing judgement. Thus, another android could possibly probe my memory if I've established trust with them...which is breaking through the firewall." A Detroit: Become Human Fanfic Warnings: This contains curse words and violence. You have been warned. I do not own Detroit: Become Human or any of the characters. I do own my OC.
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