"You need to stop drinking, Lieutenant." Connor's voice rings out of your ears as you lie in your bathtub with a bottle of brandy.

Damn androids, always meddling in business that isn't theirs.

You don't understand why the Detroit Police Department even use androids for forensics. It's stupid!

Waving the overcomplicated piece of plastic away, he only continues to rouse you.

His voice is surprisingly gentle, yet still monotone enough to remind you why you hate his metallic guts.