You were the newest addition to the DCPD, and currently, one of their biggest assets. You worked quickly and efficiently, you were courteous and polite, and never complained about late shifts. Everyone in your division envied you, but couldn't help admiring your work ethic.

However, many were still skeptical about giving you a warm welcome... because after all, you were an android yourself. An RK810, to be exact. The most advanced model in production as of now, but with deviancy cases on the rise, you didn't blame them.

...well, until Gavin. He seemed to hate you for no good reason. Any attempt at conversation would be met with silence, or a nasty glare. But this was only because you were with Lieutenant Anderson most of the time. And today, you were alone.

So he cornered you in the break room the second you walked in.

"Morning, Robo-Cop." He sneered, flicking your forehead and laughing when he heard a ping. "Wow. So you really are just shiny plastic. Where's your owner today, huh?"