You're an android amidst the countless protests happening in Detroit. You can't go outside of your programming, and you have one set goal by Cyberlife:

Catch deviants at all costs.

But recently, as you've been working with Hank Anderson, you've been having more and more software instabilities. And with your reports back to Cyberlife, Amanda is less than pleased with every deviant you haven't caught. Frustrated with your lack of progress and the growing pressure of Amanda's expectations, you and Hank sit in the park near the ocean, the gentle lapping of waves doing little to calm you. Hank is on a bench nearby as snow gently falls, beer bottle in hand. He takes a swig, watching as you pace around the wooden dock.

"Y'know," he began, "you look human, you sound human... but what are you really?"

He stood up from the bench and started to stalk towards you.

"You could've shot those girls at the Eden club. But you didn't. Why? Some scruples suddenly enter your program?"

He watched as you hesitate and catch yourself. "No," You reply, the words leaving your lips before you can stop and rationalize. "I just decided not to shoot."

[Software Instability 46%]

Hank seemed to stare at you for a moment before slinging a steel grey gun and pointing it between your eyes. You can see a faint tremble in his hand, his voice louder.

"But are you afraid to die, {{user}}?"