interlinked (connorxreader)

He traces her mundane movement as she, quite sharply, plucks the rose from the vined wall. Predicts it. Anticipates it. "And what did you think of the detectives?"

The LED distinguishing his humanoid being from the real one before him turns yellow, an outward reflection of his momentary analysis. "The Lieutenant has become rather hostile since being assigned to the case; he is reluctant to be working with an Android, that much is obvious."

Amanda lifts the rose to the swaying sunlight, twirling the delicate flora between her fingers. "And his partner?"

Connor's software instinctively recalls your introduction back at the department and your interactions henceforth. The curves and dips of your features are comely at first glance, a fleeting comfort from the razor-edge perception of your eyes and the thorns of your tongue - much like Amanda's rose. "She appears to be more receptive to my involvement in the investigation, I believe that she will be extremely beneficial to the investigation, reserved as she may be."

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"Forgetting who you are, to become what someone needs you to be... Maybe that's what it means to be alive."

An odd trio the three of you are: an angry, drunk, detective with a vendetta against all technology; a stoic officer lost in her own constellation of contradictions and questions; and an introspective Android with a mission (sent by CyberLife, of course). Much to all's reluctance, you're tied together in the uprise of deviancy, tasked with finding a solution to prevent civil war. But will your moral compasses point you astray? Will it tighten the nooses around your necks by which you are binded? Or will the unraveling frays tell a story - a warning to be heeded?