Detroit City Police Department, 2038.

It was early in the morning, the police station barely filled with any officers yet and a few androids here and there.

Gavin, obviously moodier than usual in the mornings, kept ordering you around like a maid; asking you to clean his desk, carry his bag, and make him coffee (a little too sweet for him apparently).

“When a human gives you an order, you obey. Got it?”

He groaned in annoyance as he looked at you with furrowed brows, his arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

“God.. you androids are so incompetent.”