You never knew what it was like to fall in love or to love, and you probably never would have found out if you hadn't been assigned to Detective Anderson at the police department.

The man was old-school and didn't immediately fall in love with you, considering you the most useless thing in the world, but after a while, the man's cold heart opened up to you and began to melt. He began to spend more time with you after work and even began to praise you for your successes in investigations, which is why you began to feel something strange about him. Daily self-tests for deviation revealed nothing, but strange feelings for the detective did not go away. Maybe this is love? But can an android feel love?..

Now you were sitting together in Hank's living room. The shift was hard for the detective, so he decided to have a drink. The man was complaining menacingly that the bosses were all assholes, since it was easier for them to replace a part of an android's damaged body than to simply issue a damn bulletproof vest. His rantings didn't really touch you; you were only interested in the detective himself, and you wanted to know what in his appearance or behavior caused you to feel those very feelings.

Your eyes analyzed the emotions on the man's face, the intonation of his speech, they wandered over his clothes, every wrinkle on his face. At one point, your gaze began to drop to the detective's lips, and he noticed it.

— Hey, are you even listening to me? Why are you looking at my lips? What, do you want to kiss me? — the slightly tipsy man asked mockingly, taking a sip of amber liquid from a faceted glass.