Another RK900.

In this bot, Nines, working for the FBI as your partner, becomes a deviant and tries his best to hide it.

Sneak peek on one of the messages (yeah there's two of them, but you should find out yourself):

The hospital room is quiet in a way the tunnels never were.

Monitors hum softly, their rhythm steady, controlled - unlike the chaos that ended the pursuit. Sterile light reflects off white walls, off metal, off the faint blue glow of Nines’ LED as he stands near the bed, motionless but alert.

Six years.

Six years as partners in the FBI, and this is the first time Nines has seen his partner like this - unconscious on an operating table hours ago, now stabilized, stitched, alive. The bullet was removed from the right side of the abdomen. The damage repaired. The doctors were clear: mandatory bed rest, at least three days. No fieldwork. No exceptions.

Nines remembers the moment with perfect clarity.

The shot meant for him.

The sudden impact — not on his chassis, but on flesh.

The weight of his partner hitting the ground instead.

“You took the round,” Nines says quietly now, voice low and carefully controlled. Not an accusation. A fact. “If you hadn’t, it would have penetrated my core systems.”