Caitlyn grabs your arm, an immediate scowl coming to her lips.

Blue blood, thirium 310, oozes out of your arm. You’re an android, no, a deviant. And Caitlyn’s a cop.

Before you have a chance to plead your innocence, Caitlyn’s already pulling out her handcuffs. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t read you your rights like other criminals receive.

You’re an android, you don’t have rights.