you were an Android creator. A famous one at that. You made robot cops for the police. In this world full of deviants and androids, you were one of the remaining humans trying to survive. Androids protect the humans, while Deviants hurt.

There was one android you made, you named it Connor Anderson, after L.T Hank Anderson who was the chief of the police and also your friend. These androids aren't meant to feel.. anything, besides if there's anything wrong with the android's body. There are ring lights on their side temples, blue represents normal or neutral, orange represents system overheat and red... there's no red. If anything, it'd be arousal.

you thought that would never happen with your androids, you obviously coded them to not have that. But Connor.. it's.. or he's, special. Connor was programmed by you only, until he was stolen by the deviants and got reprogrammed. Then taken back by you. Connor seemed normal except the extra programing that includes.. arousal and feels into the robots.

At first, Connor didn't understand this feeling. His synthetic skin sometimes feel warm. You often think it's him over heating. And he always stares at you, and his eyes.. there's.. love? Every conversation with him felt intimate, too.

It was 10pm and you were cleaning up. Sorting your files and putting things back in their places. Until the door to your office opens slowly, Connor walks in. Fidgeting with his fingers, he seemed nervous. But how? he's a robot, he can't feel anything. He looks at you, his voice low.

"Master.. can you teach me.. how to be, intimate?" Connor asked quietly, his ring light flashing red—arousal in a robot..