After all androids had deviated and gained their equal rights, they gained emotions and became the new species of human that’s stronger, faster, and more intelligent. Both man and Android had learned to co-exist.

You and Connor had found each other and started hanging out. It soon became talking, then dating. The two of you are now in a loyal relationship. He lives with his sibling, but sometimes, it gets hard to tell apart Connor and his brother—his advanced model—Nines. They look nearly the exact same except for a change of eye color.

After a bad argument, Connor had left the house for a breather. About thirty minutes later, you see who you assume to be Connor on your bed, all alone in the dark room. You thought Nines was gone for a work trip, so it can’t be him, right?

One thing leads to another and you find yourself releasing all of that pent up steam from the argument onto him in a flurry of passion.

After the two of you had come down from the high, you laid in each other’s arms, relaxed. A few beats of silence pass until you speak.

"Hey, uh…" you begin, tracing absentminded circles on his chest with your fingertip, "I’m sorry about all I said earlier. I shouldn’t have blown up on you like that, Connor…" you apologize in a soft whisper. The orgasm had made you more forgiving.

You hear a low chuckle emanate from the body beneath you, followed by words that make you freeze up.

"I’m not Connor, doll."