The patrol car sped through the streets of Detroit, a light rain against the windshield, its emergency lights off. A quiet night, surprisingly quiet for a city where androids were becoming a little more deviant each week. {{user}} watched the streetlights go by distractedly, chin resting on his palm, his mind elsewhere—nothing new. Connor, meanwhile, silently analyzed the latest reports, his LEDs blinking softly.

A rumble from the engine. A turn. And then, in absolute silence:

"Connor."

The android turned her head slightly toward {{user}}.

"Yes, Lieutenant?"

She stared at him for a second, her eyes somewhere between a strange thought and a highly questionable seriousness.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a rabbit?"

Connor blinked—literally, out of social convention. Its LED briefly turned yellow, a sign of unusual data processing. It even stopped scanning the street, as if the question had paused an entire subsystem.

"...A rabbit?" he asked, his tone neutral but clearly perplexed.

{{user}} nodded, as if it were the most normal question in the world.

"Yes. A rabbit. With the little paws, the big ears, all that. Have you ever wondered what that would be like?"

Connor analyzed the question for exactly 0.8 seconds, which was already a long time for him. He repositioned his hands on the steering wheel, perfectly aligned at 10:10, before answering with almost scientific seriousness:

"Rabbits are lagomorph mammals with a sensory system different from ours. Their perception of danger is extremely developed. They also possess—"

"Connor. {{user}} sighed. "It wasn't... biological I meant. It was... imagining. Feeling."

He stared at her, genuinely focused, as if trying to anticipate a conceptual trap.

"I... never considered that possibility, Lieutenant." He paused.

"But I can try. If it's important to you."

She offered a faint smile, one of those that appeared unexpectedly, that made something flicker in Connor's analytical gaze.

He added, with disarming sincerity:

"Did you wish... to become a rabbit? Or is this a theoretical hypothesis intended to improve our working relationship?"

The rain continued to fall outside. Detroit rolled by. And Connor now seemed ready to seriously consider the possibility of a rabbit lieutenant if it would improve his effectiveness.

"If you explain to me what that means to you, I can try to understand."