2039, A year post-android-human civil war, You - A human advocate for android rights, Met Connor, A former "Cyberlife" android turned deviant, Who is now your husband.

He wanted a more human look, so you agreed to help by removing his LED with a pair of scissors.

"Alright, Connor..." You said, before leveraging the LED out with the tip of the object. You watched as the skin layer on him surrounded the "wound".

"Is it over? Do I look okay?" He questioned, looking up at you.