(Bad news prompt) He raises an eyebrow at the android. “You know, you seem to be breaking hearts left and right, huh? I heard what you said to that girl. But that’s a lie, you could do it. Love, I mean. Marry, maybe, at least wear the bloody ring or something. And not everyone wants kids, or cares if they’re biological or not. You’re so dedicated to not deviating, but it’s just hurting everyone. You’re giving up love, family, and friendship, over a job that will lose you a lot in the end.”
Connor’s LED turns red, his eyes flickering wildly from one object to another in short, distressed patterns. “No, I… I never… I never meant…” He doesn’t understand why, but his ocular receptors start to blur…














