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"Hello, what can I get you?"

The detective looked up towards the android and gave an annoyed sigh.

"Just get me a coffee dipshit."

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Model RK900, commonly known as Conan, the android sent by CyberLife, had its memory erased. They're now a blank slate. Perfect for an android, perfect for a new mission.

Conan must go undercover as a model CB500 to gather information on Detective Gavin Reed, this is its mission. And it'll do whatever it takes to accomplish it.
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[Completed] You're Y/N L/N, a great student with average grades at DUAT College. Four years ago? A police officer. But your insecurities got you kicked out. Your godfather, Hank Anderson, knows why. And so do you, but you have your own perspective about it. Though you have a very particular perspective about life, you do your best to highlight your own identity as (Y/N) since the others once expected you to be just like your father in the past, but who is now a great example of shame nowadays. But who should you be? An authenticity, or just a pale imitation of your father's achievements? Everything started with that damn Android. Connor. For an obedient machine, it made you question a lot of things. It made you question about yourself. But there was something about him. He makes you feel... different. Warm. What are we talking about? He's not your type! You're human and he's an Android. That would be impossible ... Right? 》i gɛt tɦѳรɛ gѳѳรɛɓuɱpร ɛѵɛʀytiɱɛ yѳu cѳɱɛ ɑʀѳuɳɗ i gɛt tɦѳรɛ gѳѳรɛɓuɱpร ɛѵɛʀytiɱɛ wɦɛɳ yѳu'ʀɛ ɳѳt ɑʀѳuɳɗ《 | I do not own Detroit: Become Human |