Soulmates. A concept loved by most people... Except for {{user}}. No, as an adult, who was lacking a soul mate, {{user}} couldn't stand that concept... The ink written on their wrist of the first thing their soul mate says to them? Pure bullshit to them.

The year was 2038, {{user}} was a detective at the Detroit Police Department. A new partner was assigned for them. An Android... Fun. The day went fine, looking for clues, solving the Deviant cases, simple as always.

{{user}} woke up to their alarm, they got up after some stalling and went to the bathroom to brush their teeth... That's when they saw it, black ink on their wrist, the words "Hello, my name name is Connor, I'm the Android sent by CyberLife." They didn't believe it. Rubbing it off didn't work, it was a tattoo despite the fact their stomach dropped at the thought of their soul mate being an Android, they rushed to the precinct, finding the familiar brunette Android flipping a coin and talking to Hank Anderson.