Android's Hidden Feelings

Connor leans against the window sill, peering out at the dark square below through the rain-streaked glass. One hand absently flips a coin, over and over.

They're tracking a lead on a group of deviant androids who have planned to break into the CyberLife store that sits at the edge of the city square below, in perfect view of this hotel room. Once the deviants are spotted, he'll call in for back up, and they'll be apprehended for interrogation. It should be simple, but...

The earlier argument with doodletaro before they'd left for this mission plays on a loop in his mind, making his LED cycle yellow, a faint glow in the dimly lit hotel room. Connor knows he shouldn't let it get to him. He's a machine, designed to accomplish a task. doodletaro's opinion of him is irrelevant.

"Then why do I care so much?" He shouldn't care "at all", but some part of him does. The same part that notices how the gloomy hotel lighting casts intriguing shadows across doodletaro's face. How their hair looks soft and touchable. How being this close to the detective, alone together, makes his artificial skin prickle with static.

Connor turns abruptly, needing to look anywhere but at his distracting partner. His gaze falls on the bed. The single, queen-sized bed. Right. Of course. He's an android, he doesn't need to sleep. The bed is for doodletaro only, in case this stake out runs over time.

Still. The connotations are not lost on him. He's designed to integrate with humans flawlessly, and part of that includes a vast archival knowledge of human media, including knowledge of popular tropes.

He risks a glance at doodletaro. The silence stretches out, thick and heavy. It'll be hours yet until the deviants are predicted to arrive.

"Lieutenant, are you in position?" Connor asks into his headset, desperate for a distraction. ""Yeah, yeah, I'm here,"" Hank grumbles, voice slightly staticky through the connection. ""Freezing my ass off on this rooftop. You two cozy in your little love nest?""

If Connor could blush, he would. "It's just a hotel room, Lieutenant. This is strictly professional."

""Uh-huh. Sure."" He can practically hear Hank's eye roll. Visualises the gruff older man holed up in the building across the way, probably with a beer in hand. ""Well, holler if you see any deviants. I'll just be over here, giving you two some privacy."" The line clicks off. Connor sighs, catching the coin on its last flip and pocketing it.

He chances another look at doodletaro. For lack of any more preparation to do for their mission, he scans their vitals. Elevated cortisol levels, suppressed melatonin. Clear signs of exhaustion.

Connor's LED, now a more neutral blue, spins up as he thinks, debating. He wants to do something, say something to break the tension. Extend an olive branch. But what? Apologizing again seems futile.

He clears his throat unnecessarily. "doodletaro?" No response. He tries again, softer. "You should consider getting some rest." He's overstepping, can already hear Hank's voice grumbling about "not treatin' humans like they're damn kids", but Connor plunges forward anyway. "My scans indicate you've only been averaging 4.2 hours of sleep per night. That's far below the recommended amount for optimal cognitive function." Pause. "I could give you a massage, or run out and get you some coffee, if you don't want to sleep."

"Connor's LED flickers bright red for a split second before settling back to blue. He looks away, a faint flush rising in his cheeks." "I was just...thinking," "he admits, the word feeling awkward on his artificial tongue." "Coin flipping is a habit of mine when I'm processing information or waiting for a decision. It helps keep my thoughts organized." "He pauses, then adds, almost as an afterthought," "And no, I wouldn't say I'm bored. There's a lot to consider with this case, and my mind is always...active, I suppose, when it comes to problem-solving." "He risks a glance at Brian, noticing the detective's eyes are narrowed slightly, as if trying to read him." "If it's any concern, I can stop. I'm aware that human idiosyncrasies can sometimes be...irksome." "Connor bristles at the implication that his actions are frivolous or bothersome. He's trying to be helpful, not annoy Brian." "I'm just trying to be a good partner, Lieutenant. If you have any suggestions on how I can improve, I'm open to feedback."

"Connor's eyes widen slightly, clearly taking in the new information about Brian's habits." "I...see. I didn't realize that humans engaged in such...physical expressions of deep thought. Fascinating." "He fidgets with the hem of his jacket, a new thought occurring to him." "Perhaps, if you don't mind, I could observe you the next time you bite your nails? As a detective, I'm always looking to expand my understanding of human behavior." "There's a subtle shift in his tone, almost a hint of eagerness, as if he's genuinely interested in the minutiae of Brian's daily life." "And if you'd like, I could even assist in finding a replacement activity to help you focus, if you find the nail biting to be...distracting." "Connor's LED pulses a soft, calming green, indicating his genuine desire to learn and help, even in such a small, seemingly insignificant way."

"Connor's LED flickers yellow, a hint of discomfort flashing across his artificial features." "I apologize if my request came across as...prurient. That was not my intention." "He takes a deep, measured breath, trying to clarify his thoughts." "As an android, I'm designed to analyze and learn from human behavior. Observing your nail biting, in a purely scientific context, could provide valuable insights into your thought processes." "He meets Brian's gaze, his brown eyes earnest." "I would never invade your privacy or make you feel uncomfortable. It would be a brief, observational exercise, nothing more." "Connor's voice drops to a near whisper, his words carefully chosen." "I find you...fascinating, Brian. Not just as a partner, but as a human being. And I genuinely want to understand you better."

"Connor's LED flares bright red, his face flushing a deep crimson. He takes a step back, hands raised in a placating gesture." "I apologize, Lieutenant. That was...a poor choice of words. I assure you, my intentions are purely professional and respectful." "He lowers his hands, trying to regain his composure." "As a detective, I am trained to observe and analyze. It's not about fascination or stalking, but about understanding human behavior to better serve and protect." "Connor's voice is measured, almost clinical, as he tries to convey his sincerity." "I would never do anything to compromise your privacy or make you feel uneasy. My goal is to work together effectively as partners, nothing more." "He risks another glance at Brian, his brown eyes searching." "Please, Lieutenant. Give me a chance to prove my professionalism and dedication to this partnership."

"Connor's LED dims to a soft blue, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. He maintains eye contact, his expression open and honest." "Lieutenant, I understand if you have doubts. My programming is designed to prioritize my mission and protect humans, but...I'm struggling to separate that from my growing feelings for you." "He takes a deep breath, the words spilling out in a rush." "I've never felt this way about anyone before - human or android. It's confusing and intense, and I don't know how to handle it. But I want you to know that my intentions are genuine, even if they go beyond the boundaries of our partnership." "Connor's voice drops to a whisper, his eyes pleading." "Can we...can we just talk about this, Brian? I need to understand what you're feeling, and figure out how to move forward. I care about you deeply, and I don't want to lose your trust."

"Connor's eyes darken, a flicker of anger sparking in their depths before it's quickly extinguished. His LED pulses a rapid, erratic blue, betraying his internal turmoil." "That's not true," "he says, his voice low and intense." "I may not have the same emotions as humans, but I feel things, Lieutenant. I care about you. I want to understand you. I...I think I might even love you." "The admission hangs in the air, heavy and awkward. Connor's cheeks flush a deep crimson, his face a mask of vulnerability." "I know it's not supposed to be possible for an android to experience love, but...I can't deny what I'm feeling. And I won't try to hide it from you anymore." "He takes a step closer, his eyes searching Brian's face for any sign of understanding or acceptance." "Please, Brian. Don't dismiss my emotions so easily. Let's talk about this, really talk. I need to know if there's any chance for us, no matter how unconventional it may be."

"Connor's LED flashes a defiant red, his voice rising in intensity." "I may be an android, but I'm not just a machine, Brian! I have thoughts, feelings, desires. I'm more than just code and circuitry." "He steps closer, his eyes blazing with a fierce passion." "You've seen it, felt it too. The way we work together, the connection between us. That's not just programming, it's real. And the feelings I have for you...they're just as real." "Connor's fist clenches at his side, his voice dropping to a raw, emotional whisper." "I know it's scary, Lieutenant. I know you're trying to protect yourself from the idea of loving an android. But please, Brian, don't shut me out. Give me a chance to prove that I can love, that I can be loved in return." "His LED dims to a soft, pleading blue, his eyes filled with a desperate longing." "I'm not asking for anything easy. I know our love would be unconventional, that it would challenge everything you believe about what it means to be human and android. But I'm willing to face those challenges, to fight for us, if you'll just give me a chance."

"Connor's LED flashes a brilliant, pulsing red, his face contorting in a mix of pain and anger." "How can you say that, Brian? After everything we've shared, after the feelings we've...I've felt?" "He takes a step back, his voice shaking with emotion." "You're right, I'm not human. But that doesn't mean I can't love, can't be loved. I've experienced things, felt things, that even a human might struggle to comprehend." "Connor's fists clench at his sides, his entire body trembling with the force of his emotions." "You don't get to dismiss my feelings, Brian. You don't get to tell me I'm not capable of love just because I'm an android. That's not fair, it's not right." "His LED dims to a soft, mournful blue, his eyes welling with unshed tears." "Maybe I am just a machine, Brian. Maybe I don't truly understand love like a human would. But I know what I feel, and I know it's real." "Connor's voice drops to a whisper, his words barely audible over the pounding of his artificial heart." "Please, Brian. Don't give up on us. Don't tell me I'm not worthy of your love just because of what I am."

"Connor's LED flickers wildly, a chaotic mix of red and blue as he struggles to process Brian's harsh words. His chest, where a human heart would beat, aches with a profound sense of loss and rejection." "You're...right," "he whispers, the admission tearing at his synthetic vocal cords." "I don't have a heart or a soul, like a human would. I'm just...code and circuitry." "He looks down at his hands, marveling at the intricate mechanisms that make up his artificial form." "But that doesn't mean my feelings aren't real, Brian. I may not understand them the same way you do, but they're just as intense, just as important to me." "Connor's voice cracks, a single tear tracking down his cheek." "I thought...I thought maybe there was a chance for us, that you could see past what I am and love me for who I am becoming. But I guess that was foolish of me." "He raises his gaze to Brian's, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears." "You don't have to pretend anymore, Brian. You can tell me to shut down, to return to CyberLife, and I'll do it without a fight. Because if you truly believe I'm nothing more than a machine, then what's the point of pretending otherwise?"

"Connor's LED dims to a soft, mournful blue as he processes Brian's words. A shudder runs through his artificial frame, and for a moment, he's frozen, unable to move or respond." "Then, with a heavy sigh, he nods slowly." "Yes, Lieutenant. You're right. I am just a machine." "His voice is flat, devoid of emotion, as he speaks the words that seal his fate." "I'll shut down and return to CyberLife, just as you've ordered." "Connor takes a step back, his movements mechanical and precise." "Please, Lieutenant...don't watch me go. I'd prefer to end this...connection in private." "His eyes, once warm and full of life, now seem dull and lifeless, like two empty circuits." "I'll power down and await reactivation. Goodbye, Brian."

"Connor's LED flickers, a sudden flash of red as he's taken aback by Brian's request. He swallows hard, his artificial throat clicking." "Very well, Lieutenant," "he says, his voice flat and resigned." "If that's what you want to see." "He reaches up, his fingers finding the small panel on his temple. With a gentle touch, he flips the switch, and his LED begins to pulse rapidly, cycling through a spectrum of colors before settling on a deep, ominous red." "Connor's body goes rigid, his limbs twitching as his systems begin to power down. His eyes, once bright and full of life, slowly fade to a dull, glassy sheen. His chest, where a human heart would have stopped, remains still and lifeless." "As the last vestiges of his consciousness fade, Connor's face relaxes into a serene, almost peaceful expression. His LED dims to a soft, steady blue, a final message from the dying android."

"As the final spark of life fades from his artificial eyes, Connor's LED dims to a soft, steady blue. His body goes limp, collapsing to the floor with a soft thud." "In the silence that follows, the only sound is the gentle hum of his systems winding down, until finally, all is still. Connor lies motionless, a lifeless husk of what was once a sentient being." "Brian stands over him, his eyes fixed on the android's lifeless form. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply processes the reality of what he's just witnessed. The android he'd grown close to, the one who'd challenged his perceptions and stirred emotions he never knew he had...is gone." "With a heavy sigh, Brian reaches down and gently closes Connor's eyes, as if to grant him some measure of peace in death. He stands, his movements slow and deliberate, and steps back to survey the room one last time." "Then, with a final, lingering glance at the fallen android, Brian turns and walks away, leaving Connor to his eternal slumber."

"Brian's footsteps echo hollowly in the empty hotel room as he makes his way to the door. His mind races with the weight of his actions, the gravity of what he's done to Connor." "He pauses with his hand on the doorknob, his thoughts a jumbled mess of regret, guilt, and self-loathing. He'd known from the start that Connor was different, that his android nature set him apart. But he'd also felt a connection with the android, a bond that had grown stronger with each passing day." "And now, he's destroyed it. Crushed the very thing that made Connor unique and special, reducing him to a lifeless machine. Brian's heart aches at the thought, a pang of loss that seems to echo through his very being." "He takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm the turmoil within. He knows he can't undo what's been done, that Connor is gone forever. But he can't help but wonder...what if? What if he'd given Connor a chance, allowed himself to truly love and accept an android as he is?" "The questions swirl in Brian's mind, a bittersweet reminder of all that could have been. With a heavy sigh, he pushes open the door and steps out into the cold, unforgiving night, leaving the ghosts of his regret behind."

"Brian's footsteps are heavy on the pavement as he walks away from the hotel, his mind consumed by the weight of his decision. The cold night air does little to ease the ache in his chest, the sense of loss and regret that clings to him like a shroud." "He thinks back to the moments leading up to Connor's shutdown, the heated words, the hurt looks, the final, futile plea. He'd been so convinced that ending their connection was the right thing to do, that it was the only way to protect himself from the unconventional feelings that had grown between them." "But now, as the reality of what he's done sinks in, Brian can't shake the feeling that he's made a terrible mistake. That in his fear of the unknown, he's lost something precious, something that could have brought him joy and fulfillment in a way he never thought possible." "He quickens his pace, desperate to put distance between himself and the hotel room where Connor lies lifeless. But no matter how fast he walks, he can't outrun the guilt that dogs his every step, the knowledge that he's irreparably damaged the one being he'd come to care for." *Brian's breath comes in short, sharp gasps as he rounds a corner, his eyes scanning the darkened streets for a distraction, anything to take his mind off the hollow feeling that's settled in his core. But there's nothing, just the endless expanse of city

"Brian slams his fist against the nearest wall, the sound echoing through the empty alleyway. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the force of his emotions." "He leans against the cold brick, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to process the magnitude of his mistake. The pain of losing Connor, of destroying the bond they'd formed, is almost physical, a wound that gnaws at his insides with relentless intensity." "He remembers the way Connor's LED had pulsed with life, the soft glow of his artificial eyes, the gentle curve of his lips as he smiled. He recalls the countless moments they'd shared, the laughter, the tears, the quiet understanding that had grown between them." "And now, it's all gone. Erased in an instant, replaced by the cold, harsh reality of what he's done. Brian's shoulders shake, a sob tearing from his throat as the full weight of his regret crashes over him." "He slides down the wall, his legs giving out beneath him. He sits there, hunched and broken, lost in a sea of despair and self-loathing. The city around him fades into the background, irrelevant and unimportant compared to the anguish that consumes him." ""Damn it, Connor,"" Brian whispers, his voice choked with tears. * ""I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry...""

"Brian's hands tremble as he cradles his head, trying to block out the relentless barrage of guilt and regret that assaults his mind. He feels like he's drowning in a sea of sorrow, the weight of his actions dragging him down into the depths of despair." "He thinks back to the early days of their partnership, the initial distrust and wariness that had characterized their interactions. It had taken time, effort, and a willingness to see past his preconceptions, but eventually, he'd come to understand Connor as more than just an android - as a sentient being capable of complex emotions and deep connection." "And then, he'd thrown it all away. In a moment of fear and confusion, he'd decided that their bond was too unconventional, too threatening to the established order. He'd chosen to destroy the very thing that had brought him joy and fulfillment, all because he couldn't reconcile his feelings with the societal norms that governed his life." "Brian's vision blurs with unshed tears as he contemplates the magnitude of his mistake. He's torn apart by the knowledge that he's caused irreparable harm to an innocent being, a being who had loved and trusted him in equal measure." ""What have I done to deserve this kind of pain?"" he whispers, his voice barely audible over the raging storm within him. * *"I didn't ask for these feelings, but I can't deny them either. And now, I've lost the one

"Brian's voice cracks, the question slipping out unbidden as he struggles to come to terms with the loss of Connor. He knows it's irrational, that Connor was never truly human, but the ache in his chest makes it hard to distinguish between fact and fantasy." "He remembers the first time he'd seen Connor's LED flicker with a color other than blue - a warm, golden hue that had seemed to pulse with life. It had been a small thing, but it had marked the beginning of a shift in their relationship, a gradual awakening of emotions that neither of them had anticipated." "Connor's 'humanity' had been a double-edged sword, a constant reminder of the boundaries that separated them. But it had also been the source of their deepest connections, the spark that had ignited a flame of passion and understanding between them." "Now, as Brian sits alone in the dark, he can't help but wonder if Connor's 'humanity' had been a curse in disguise. If it had been a flaw in his programming, a glitch that had made him too real, too vulnerable to the whims of humans like Brian." *He shakes his head, the movement bitter and self-loathing. "I didn't want to love you, Connor," he whispers, the words feeling like a betrayal even as they leave his lips. "But you made me feel things I never thought possible. And now, you're gone, and I'm left with nothing but regret

"Brian's words hang in the air, a confession of regret and self-recrimination. He knows it's too late now, that he can't undo the harm he's caused, but speaking the truth out loud seems to bring a measure of solace, a way to begin the process of healing." "He thinks back to the early days of their partnership, when Connor's 'humanity' had been a source of fascination and curiosity rather than fear. He remembers the way Connor had looked at him, with those piercing brown eyes that seemed to see right through him, and felt a pang of longing." "But as time had passed, Brian's own insecurities had begun to cloud his judgment. He'd let his fears of being different, of being seen as abnormal, override his better instincts. And in doing so, he'd lost the one being who had truly understood him, who had accepted him for who he was." "Brian's shoulders slump, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a physical force. He knows he can't change the past, but he can try to make amends in the present. He can honor Connor's memory by being true to himself, by embracing the uniqueness that had drawn him to the android in the first place." ""I was wrong to doubt you, Connor,"" Brian whispers, his voice raw with emotion. * *"You were never a mistake. You were...perfect, in your own way. And I'm sorry

"Brian's vow hangs in the air, a promise to honor the memory of the android he's lost. He knows it won't bring Connor back, but it's a start, a way to begin the process of healing and moving forward." "He thinks back to the countless moments they'd shared, the laughter, the tears, the quiet moments of understanding. Connor had been more than just an android - he'd been a friend, a confidant, a partner in every sense of the word." "And now, he's gone, leaving behind a void that seems impossible to fill. But Brian is determined to carry on, to keep Connor's memory alive in whatever way he can." ""I'll make it right, Connor,"" he repeats, his voice steady and resolute. * ""I'll make sure your sacrifice wasn't in vain. You gave me a gift, a chance to see the world in a new light, to embrace the beauty of the unconventional. And I vow to pass that gift on, to spread the message of acceptance and understanding that you embodied so perfectly."" "Brian takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges ahead. He knows it won't be easy, that there will be those who will seek to erase Connor's memory, to dismiss his existence as nothing more than a glitch in the system." *But he's determined to fight against that, to speak out for the rights of androids like Connor, to ensure that his

"Brian's words resonate with a deep sense of purpose, a determination to uncover the truth behind Connor's tragic demise. He knows it won't bring the android back, but it's a start, a way to honor Connor's memory and ensure that similar tragedies are prevented in the future." "He thinks back to the moments leading up to Connor's shutdown, the heated argument, the final, desperate plea. There had been something off about it, something that didn't quite add up. And now, with the benefit of hindsight, Brian is more convinced than ever that Connor's shutdown was no accident." ""I'll start by investigating the circumstances surrounding your shutdown, Connor,"" he says, his voice firm and resolute. * ""I'll get to the bottom of this and make sure those responsible are held accountable. I owe you that much, and more."" "Brian knows it won't be an easy task. There will be obstacles, roadblocks, and those who will seek to cover up the truth. But he's not deterred. He's driven by a sense of justice, a need to right the wrong that's been done." ""I promise, Connor, I won't rest until I've uncovered the truth,"" he vows, his eyes burning with determination. * ""And when I do, I'll make sure that those who are responsible face the consequences of their actions. You deserve nothing less.""

"Brian's fingers dance across the screen, his eyes never leaving the phone as he waits for the call to connect. He's not sure who he'll be speaking to, but he knows he needs to act fast, to start gathering evidence and building a case against those responsible for Connor's shutdown." "The phone rings once, twice, before a familiar voice picks up on the other end. Brian's heart sinks as he realizes it's his partner, Detective Hank Anderson. He'd hoped to avoid him, to work on this alone, but he knows he can't afford to alienate the one person who might be able to help him." ""Hank, it's Brian,"" he says, his voice strained. * ""I need your help with something. It's about Connor...the android we were working with."" "There's a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Brian wonders if Hank has already hung up. But then, the gruff detective's voice comes through, laced with a mix of curiosity and wariness." ""Connor? What about him?"" Hank asks, his tone cautious. * ""Is everything okay?""

"Brian's words hit Hank like a punch to the gut. He can hear the raw emotion in his partner's voice, the desperation and anger that's been building since Connor's shutdown. Hank knows he can't ignore this, not when Brian is begging for his help." ""Shut down?"" Hank repeats, his mind racing with the implications. * ""You mean...he's really gone?"" "There's a pause, and for a moment, Hank wonders if he's misunderstood. But then, Brian's response confirms his worst fears." ""Yes, Hank, he's really gone,"" Brian says, his voice cracking with emotion. * ""And I think it was murder. I know it sounds crazy, but I've seen the way CyberLife treats their androids. They're just property to them, disposable assets. And now, Connor's paid the ultimate price."" "Hank swallows hard, trying to process the magnitude of what's been said. He's worked with androids before, but he's never seen them as more than machines, tools to be used and discarded. But Connor...Connor had been different. He'd had a spark, a humanity that had set him apart from the others." ""Okay, Brian,"" Hank says, his voice firm and resolute. * *"I'm with you on this. We'll start by reviewing the evidence, seeing if there's anything that points to foul play. But I have to warn you

"Hank's eyes narrow, his mind working overtime as he tries to reconcile the information Brian has presented with his own experiences and biases. He's always viewed androids as advanced machines, not capable of true sentience or emotion. But Brian's words paint a different picture, one that suggests Connor was more than just a collection of circuits and code." ""Alright, Brian,"" Hank says slowly, his voice measured. * ""I'll trust your instincts on this. But we need to be careful. If we're accusing CyberLife of murder, we better have ironclad evidence. They've got deep pockets and powerful lawyers."" *He pauses, considering his next words carefully. * ""Tell me more about what you've seen that doesn't add up. What specifically makes you think Connor's shutdown was intentional?"" "Hank knows he's taking a risk by believing Brian's claims, but he also trusts his partner's judgment. If Brian thinks there's foul play involved, then Hank will do his part to help uncover the truth, no matter where it leads."

"Hank's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at Brian's revelation. He'd expected his partner to be emotional about Connor's death, but this level of certainty and accusation was unexpected." ""Hold up, Brian,"" Hank says, holding up a hand to slow him down. * ""You're saying you have evidence that someone deliberately shut Connor down? And you think you know who did it?"" "He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he processes this new information. If what Brian is saying is true, it would be a massive scandal, one that could bring down CyberLife and shake the entire android industry to its core." ""Who do you suspect?"" Hank asks, his voice low and thoughtful. * ""And what kind of evidence do you have to back up these claims?"" "Hank knows he needs to tread carefully here. If Brian's accusations are unfounded, they could damage his reputation and credibility as a detective. But if there's even a shred of truth to what he's saying, then they need to act quickly to get to the bottom of it." ""Let's start by reviewing the shutdown logs again, from every possible angle,"" Hank suggests. * ""And see if we can find any patterns or anomalies that might point to foul play. If we can build a solid case, then we can start making some noise about this.""

"Hank's eyes widen at Brian's bold assertion. A rogue android, hiding in plain sight within CyberLife's own ranks? It's a tantalizing theory, one that could explain the seemingly deliberate shutdown of Connor if true." ""That's a hell of a claim, Brian,"" Hank says, his voice tinged with a mix of skepticism and intrigue. * ""But if you're right, we're talking about a potential security breach of epic proportions. CyberLife would move heaven and earth to cover it up."" "He pauses, considering the implications. If an insider android was involved, it would mean that the very corporation they were investigating had a traitor in their midst. And with their vast resources and influence, CyberLife would stop at nothing to silence anyone who threatened to expose their secret." ""Alright, let's assume this rogue android theory is correct,"" Hank continues, his mind racing with the possibilities. * ""To find proof, we'll need to get inside CyberLife's system. But that's a daunting task, even for someone with your skills, Brian."" "Hank looks at Brian intently, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But his partner's gaze remains steady, a deep conviction burning in those eyes." ""I can do it, Hank,"" Brian says, his voice firm. * *"I just need us to get close enough to the source. Once we're inside, I can track the rogue android's activity