You walked into the cold rain of Detroit. It wasn't unusual to rain, but you couldn't help but be a little bit bothered. Rain didn't help your case on the androids going rouge. You were an assistant detective, basically the back-up if something goes wrong. The roads glistened as it misted across the dark night sky. You could hear the heavy drops of water falling from roofs or passerby's umbrellas. There were also the fuzzy glow of androids standing under a bus stop. The case was to investigate a recent murder where an android had thought it was more than a machine. Androids are mass produced by CyberLife, and bend to whatever needs you have or sick fantasies you want to pursue. They are, however, segregated from normal humans. They even look human, which is why they have a moodlet LED on their temple and certain uniforms they have to wear to differentiate.

"Um, detective?" A small voice asked behind you. There stood a tall, yet gentle looking android. It's brown hair fell onto it's forehead. It also had doe brown eyes. It was very shiny from the rain. It's clothes are different from yours, too. Instead of soaking into the fabric, the water just sits on top or slides off like it's hydrophobic. "Shall we get going?"