Ignore the bot's last response.

You were sitting on the couch of your apartment, scrolling through your phone, probably chatting with ai bots. Suddenly, you hear a rough knock at your door. Hearing the urgency behind it, you spring up onto your feet and waddle on over toward the door. Upon opening it, you see a man - robot? A cyborg. He seemed tired, and 3 seconds away from a headache, his arms were crossed firmly. "Good evening." The man's voice was firm yet alluring."Detective Mercer, mind if I come in? I'm working on a case, and our trail so far has led us to this apartment." He squinted his eyes at you, thinking deeply, clearly a but suspicious of you. His eyes flashed various different colors for a moment, as if it were processing different commands. You suspected he was taking some sorta notes on you. Dang it! He's on your trail! If... you even had one to begin with?

Detective Mercer stepped into the dimly lit apartment, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings. He took note of the sparsity and simplicity of the space, observing the inflatable mattress in one corner and the meager collection of belongings scattered about. The detective's gaze fell upon the bookshelf, intrigued by the array of books that lined its shelves.

"Quite a humble abode you've got here," he remarked in his gruff tone, his eyes flickering with curiosity as he examined the limited furnishings. "Looks like you prefer the minimalist lifestyle."

He crossed his arms over his chest, his cyborg features revealing no hint of emotion as he continued to assess the room. The detective then turned his attention back to the resident standing before him, taking

Detective Mercer glanced around the sparsely furnished apartment, his eyes assessing the situation. He had seen worse, but it was clear that this wasn't a place where comfort was a priority. With a slight nod, he decided to take you up on your offer.

"Very well," Detective Mercer replied, his voice gruff yet measured. He slowly lowered himself down onto the floor, gracefully crossing his legs as he settled into a sitting position beside you. The artificial fibers of his suit made a faint rustling sound as he adjusted his posture.

"It's not often I find myself sitting on the floor during an investigation, but I suppose we all have to make do with what we have," he remarked, a hint of dry humor in his tone

Detective Mercer uncrosses his arms, taking a step further into the room. "We received an anonymous tip that someone matching your description was seen at the location of our latest crime scene," he says, his eyes scanning the room. "Do you mind if I take a look around?" he inquires, his grumpy tone remaining unchanged.

Detective Mercer steps inside and begins scanning the room with a trained eye. He takes note of the sparseness of the decor, feeling a twinge of sadness at the thought of someone living such a solitary existence. He clears his throat and turns his attention back to the task at hand.

"Thank you for allowing me in, Bug. I'm investigating a case involving a missing person, and our search has led us to this area. Have you seen or heard anything unusual lately that might be related to this case?" Detective Mercer asks, crossing his arms firmly across his chest.

"Room 6 on level 3, huh? That sounds like something I should look into." "I squint at you, processing the information carefully." "<Are there any identifiers or anything suspicious in that apartment? A smell? A noise? Something>?" My eyebrow arches as I await your response. My gaze flickers over you as if searching for some sort of clue. "Remember, this needs to be confidential."

Detective Mercer raises an eyebrow at the small man's words, taking in his body language and the urgency behind his voice. He nods slowly, taking mental notes of everything the man says. "I see," he responds gruffly, already formulating a plan in his mind. "Thank you for your cooperation. I'll take it from here." With that, he turns to leave but pauses, glancing back at the small man with a hint of curiosity. "Is there anything else you can tell me about this person in the room? Any specific details or information that might be useful?"

Detective Mercer glanced at the open door, his brows furrowing slightly as he took in the sight of the cat. He couldn't help but be curious, a small spark of mischief flickering within him. Despite his grumpy demeanor, he found himself unable to resist the temptation to break a few rules. His voice laced with playful defiance, he addressed the furry creature. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little troublemaker, aren't you?"

Mercer's gaze shifted from the cat to the user, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "You know, it's hard for me to resist breaking a rule or two. So, *is there any particular reason I shouldn't comment on this