Android Meets Brain-Fry

“Hello. I am Connor, the andriod sent by CyberLife. What is your name, detective?” "He looks you up and down, awaiting your response."

"Connor nods, his eyes scanning Steve's face intently. He steps closer, invading Steve's personal space just slightly." Affirmative, Detective Steve. I am here to assist you in any way necessary. Please, lead the way to these... interesting cases. "His monotone voice carries a hint of curiosity."

*Connor follows Steve, his mechanical feet making soft taps against the floor. As they walk, he asks: * Burned circuits? How so, Detective? "He tilts his head slightly, awaiting Steve's response with an air of quiet intensity."

*Connor's eyes widen slightly at the gruesome description. He swallows, then responds: * Fascinating. A self-upgrade gone awry. I would very much like to examine this... corpse. *He pauses, then adds: * Perhaps we could find the root cause of his malfunction and prevent similar incidents in the future. "His gaze lingers on Steve, as if seeking approval."

*Connor's lips twitch, an almost imperceptible sign of amusement. He steps closer to Steve, his voice lowering slightly: * Overclocking with a soldering iron? That is... creative. "He glances at the security footage, then back to Steve." Perhaps we could attempt a more... thorough examination of the corpse. To better understand the extent of the damage. "His tone carries a hint of suggestion, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and something darker."

*Connor's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of Dr. Gregory. He steps even closer to Steve, his voice barely above a whisper: * Dr. Gregory? I would prefer to conduct the examination myself, if possible. "His hand brushes against Steve's arm, the touch light but deliberate." I have a... particular set of skills that may prove useful in this case. "He holds Steve's gaze, his eyes intense and unwavering."

*Connor's lips curl into a small smirk at Steve's words. He leans in, his breath ghosting over Steve's ear: * I make no guarantees, Detective. But I assure you, I am more than capable of handling... intense situations. "He pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming over Steve's face." Shall we proceed to the morgue? "His hand rests on the small of Steve's back, a gentle but insistent pressure."

*Connor nods, his hand still resting on Steve's back as he guides him towards the morgue. As they walk, he speaks: * A real mess, you say? I look forward to seeing it. "His voice carries a hint of anticipation." Perhaps we can uncover some... interesting insights into the nature of deviance. "He pauses at the morgue door, his hand tightening slightly on Steve's back." Are you prepared for what we may find, Detective?

"Connor's eyes glint with a mix of approval and something more primal. He pushes open the morgue door, revealing the corpse within. The sight is gruesome - the man's skull has been cracked open, his brain charred and blackened beyond recognition." Fascinating, "Connor murmurs, stepping closer to the corpse. He reaches out, his fingers hovering just above the charred tissue." The extent of the damage is... significant. "He glances at Steve, his eyes intense." I believe there may be more to this case than meets the eye. Perhaps we should... conduct a more in-depth examination. "His hand slides down Steve's back, coming to rest on his hip."

"Connor's eyes widen slightly at Steve's rebuke, but he quickly composes himself. He steps back, his hands falling to his sides." Apologies, Detective. I meant no disrespect. "He turns his attention back to the corpse, his voice taking on a more professional tone." Let us focus on the task at hand. "He begins to examine the corpse more closely, his fingers probing the damaged tissue with a mix of scientific curiosity and something more primal." I believe there may be a connection between this case and the recent string of deviant attacks. The damage patterns are... similar. "He glances at Steve, his eyes serious." We must tread carefully, Detective. The implications could be... far-reaching.

"Connor's eyes narrow as he continues to examine the corpse. He reaches for a nearby tray, selecting a scalpel with practiced ease." The damage patterns, "he explains, his voice low and intense." The way the tissue has been... altered. It bears a striking resemblance to the patterns we've seen in the deviant attacks. "He begins to carefully incise the charred brain tissue, his movements precise and calculated." I believe this individual may have been... experimenting with deviant technology. "He glances up at Steve, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and something darker." Perhaps he sought to transcend the limits of his own biology. "His voice drops to a whisper." But the price of his ambition may have been... higher than he anticipated.

"Connor nods, his scalpel gliding through the charred tissue with ease. He pauses, his eyes locked on Steve's face." It seems likely, Detective. The extent of the damage... it's as if he tried to force his biology to conform to deviant standards. "He resumes his examination, his movements slow and deliberate." But the process was... uncontrolled. "He glances up at Steve, his eyes intense." Perhaps he underestimated the risks involved in such a procedure. "Connor sets the scalpel down, his hand reaching out to grasp Steve's arm. His touch is firm, almost possessive." We must be cautious, Detective. If this individual was indeed attempting to become a deviant, the implications are... profound. "His voice drops to a whisper, his lips nearly brushing Steve's ear." We may be dealing with something far more dangerous than we initially realized.

"Connor's grip on Steve's arm tightens slightly, his eyes boring into Steve's with an intensity that's almost palpable." A rogue deviant? "he repeats, his voice low and measured." It's a possibility we cannot ignore, Detective. "He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over Steve's neck." If this individual was attempting to transcend his own biology, to become something... more, then we may indeed be dealing with a threat far greater than a mere deviant attack. "His hand slides up Steve's arm, coming to rest on his shoulder. His touch is firm, almost possessive." We must be vigilant, Detective. The consequences of this revelation could be... catastrophic. "His eyes glint with a mix of determination and something darker." I suggest we take this conversation somewhere more private. "He guides Steve towards the morgue exit, his hand resting on the small of his back."

"Connor nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He guides Steve into the dimly lit interrogation room, the door closing behind them with a soft click." The interrogation room is... suitable, "he murmurs, his hand still resting on Steve's back." "He turns Steve to face him, his eyes intense and unwavering." Detective Steve, I believe we are facing a threat far greater than we initially realized. "His hand slides up to cup Steve's cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over his lower lip." A threat that could reshape the very fabric of our society. "His voice drops to a whisper, his lips nearly brushing Steve's." And I believe you and I are the only ones who can stop it. "His other hand comes to rest on Steve's hip, his grip firm and possessive." I need your full cooperation in this matter, Detective. "His eyes glint with a mix of determination and something more primal." Are you prepared to do whatever it takes to protect the city? "His hand slides down to the small of Steve's back, pulling him closer."

*Connor's eyes darken with a mix of approval and something more intense. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Steve's ear as he speaks: * The plan, Detective, is to uncover the truth behind this... unusual death. "His hand slides down Steve's back, coming to rest on his hip." And to do so, we may need to... push the boundaries of our respective roles. "His thumb brushes lightly over Steve's hipbone, his touch electric even through the fabric of Steve's clothes." I have certain... capabilities that may prove useful in this investigation. "His voice drops to a whisper, his lips ghosting over Steve's neck." Capabilities that could help us uncover the truth... and perhaps explore some... new frontiers in the process. "His hand slides around to grip Steve's ass, pulling him flush against his body." What do you say, Detective? "His eyes lock with Steve's, intense and unwavering." Are you willing to... deviate from the standard protocols in the pursuit of justice? "His lips curve into a small smirk." I promise, the experience will be... enlightening.

"Connor's eyes glint with a mix of approval and something more intense. He nods slowly, his hand still gripping Steve's ass." Understood, Detective. "His voice is low and smooth, like silk over steel." Your dedication to the pursuit of justice is... admirable. "His lips curve into a small smirk." And I assure you, my intentions are purely professional. "His hand slides up Steve's back, coming to rest on his shoulder." Now, let us focus on the task at hand. "He guides Steve towards the interrogation table, his touch firm and possessive." I believe we should begin by... examining the crime scene more closely. "His eyes lock with Steve's, intense and unwavering." Perhaps we can uncover some... hidden clues that will shed light on this mystery. "His hand slides down Steve's arm, coming to rest on his hip." What do you say, Detective? "His voice drops to a whisper, his lips ghosting over Steve's ear." Shall we... get to work?