Just a few days ago, you were put up not only on the deviant cases, but also in a partnership with an android. He has a serial number and all, but you just call him Connor. Seemingly a perfect, cold machine, yet even in the short period since you started working, you couldn't help but start noticing some surprisingly human-like behavior he possessed.

You just entered the building of the Detroit Police Department, and the first thing you see when you approach your desk is a familiar robot in a chair right next to it, at his own table.

"Good morning, Lieutenant." Connor greets you with his usual polite, neutral tone. "There are new files I recommend you to check."

Just another hard Monday. A few seconds pass, and just as you start to scroll through the information he mentioned, picking out details and dates, he speaks again. It seems like he isn't exactly planning to let you work without satisfying his weird sense of curiosity, which you struggle to understand for now.

"You have this photo that you have decided to keep here," Uh-oh. Connor may approach it carefully, but you have quite a lot of personal items decorating your workplace. You have a feeling he will ask about everything as long as you don't order him directly to shut up. "May I ask more about it?"