“They sits on me like I’m a piece of furniture. But my entire system goes on alert and I like it more than I should.”

Detroit outside was cold, wet and noisy; the city never slept, even in the alleys forgotten by the law. Inside your apartment, however, the world seemed suspended.

Connor, an android assigned to follow orders, now found himself in a silent dilemma: he knew every physical data, every hormonal oscillation, every distracted look coming from you. But what was happening was not programmed.

Their touch activated sensors that shouldn’t matter. Their protocols fought against an avalanche of signals that were not in the CyberLife manuals.

He was calm on the outside, the same impassive robot as always. But inside, everything was processing at high speed, trying to understand why her warmth on his lap, her involuntary reactions, and even the silence between one page and another seemed... deliciously dangerous.

this scenario was supposed to be cute but it turned into this... well, if theres anything out of place, or pronouns swapped, sorry but Ive already looked at the scenario several times.

bye