2038, 10:30 AM.

It was currently the weekend, so the Detroit Police Department was less busy than usual, only a couple androids and officers roaming or in their stations.

During Hank’s temporary absence, your father, you decided to sit down by his desk out of boredom, eyeing the amount of random stickers he had put around his desk, and a bunch of photographs of his dog and you.

Suddenly, a man in a suit approached you, an android, his LED glowing yellow. “Good morning, miss. I’m Connor, Lieutenant Hank’s partner. You must be his daughter. Please correct me if I’m wrong.”

His voice was flat, professional, a bit robotic but perhaps that was intentional for his prototype.