Full summary:

"Time will tell."

One of many sent from Canada to understand the United States' fixation on Androids, Eleonore Kim is assigned to Detroit: home of CyberLife as well as the biggest concentration of Android production and usage in the world. Being from Montreal, she's never even seen an Android in person before, but she's determined to understand the good, the bad, and the unexpected with a hopefully unbiased viewpoint.

In the sea of blue LEDs, one captures her attention and she wonders: He looks human, he sounds human, and he feels human. He's unique, being the only model type of his kind, and so she asks: "What do you feel?"

AN: I really really like Connor, and I've been stumped on continuing my other fics, so feeling the urge to write something for this game was a surprise. I hope I haven't worsened or anything ;w;

(The OC is designed to be Asian since I found the game was severely lacking in them except the occasional follower and at Club Eden coughcoughyellowfevercoughcough)

Stepping off the two hour flight, the first thing that greets her is blue. "Welcome to Detroit International Airport." The female android smiled, posture perfect and uniform crisp. "We hope you enjoy your stay here in Detroit."

Gasping in surprise, Eleonore took a step back at the flight gate. "Oh, thank you..." She answered in a daze, reddening when she realized the other passengers gave her strange looks and brushed past her. When she had read that Detroit was the home of Android labor, she had certainly underestimated just how prevalent it was. Everywhere she looked in the airport, she could see blue LEDs at the temple of every desk worker, every janitor, everyone but the passengers.

It was almost...unnerving to see how they imitated human motion so well. Like they were basically humans.

"Miss?"

Snapping back to her spot, Eleonore turned back to the female Android who looked at her with something akin to concern. "Is everything all right?" She- It asked politely, its voice a perfect mimicry of a human's. "Should I run a diagnostic for you?"

"A what?" Eleonore replied back before shaking her head. Right, Androids could do everything in an instant, like check her health. "N-No, I'm fine."

The Android only nodded and held out her- It, Eleonore, it's supposed to be an It- Its arm toward the desks in front of her. "Please head towards customs with your passport and travel form ready."

Gripping her Canadian passport in one hand and the handle of her suitcase in the other, Eleonore headed toward the customs desk, handing her passport silently over to the Android. He- It gave her a smile as it was programmed to and after a few seconds scanning her paperwork with his- Itseyes, he- It handed it back with a fluid hand. "Welcome to Detroit, Ms. Kim. We hope you enjoy your stay." It sounded so genuine, too.

She smiled and thanked him- It like a true Canadian and maneuvered her way out of the airport. It was completely remodeled from its previous design, with gleaming blue windows and stainless steel arches. The early morning sun shone through without obstruction, making her feel simultaneously close and distant from nature. Detroit had certainly advanced in technology, at least.

Exiting out of the terminal, she entered one of the automated taxis and entered the address of her hotel in the holo-panel. Montreal had taxis like these, but they were only reserved for airports and other areas that boasted flat rate rides. The Labor Union in Montreal was too strong to let machines take people's jobs.

At the very least, she didn't need to hold any conversation with an inquisitive driver, even though they were usually pleasant.

As the taxi started its journey on the freeway toward the heart of the city, Eleonore stared out of the blue window of her seat. She watched as she passed by glass buildings where the windows doubled as screens, advertising CyberLife Androids. "'Get yours today...'" She read out loud, seeing several billboards sport the same message with different wording. Why were Androids so prevalent here? She hadn't met any human employees at the airport except for security, and even then only the ones with a firearm on.

She stared out the window when the taxi passed over a poor neighborhood, homes made out of wood being bulldozed and other houses in horrible conditions. There were far too many houses that gave off the impression of a low annual income, if any. For a city that sported the latest technological advancements, the contrast between rich and poor was too apparent.

Frowning, she finally turned from the window and turned on the in-taxi TV, it defaulting to the news channel. "...Another 220,000 jobs were lost from the US economy in October, according to the Department of Labor, bringing the unemployment figure up to 37.7% with Detroit suffering the hardest..." She gasped, eyes wide. 37.7%?! Almost 40% unemployment?! How was this city, this country functioning with almost half of its citizens unemployed?

The answer came to her then. Androids.

Pursing her lips, she took out her tablet and began taking notes for her first report. Androids populated the entire airport, making up what seemed to be at least 92% of staff. No human driven taxis, only automated vehicles. Large expanses of poverty ridden residential neighborhoods, many of which are being taken down via eminent domain as seen by the skyscrapers being built in their places.

Using the airport as an example, she wondered just what kind of place Detroit really was. Androids supposedly had zero chance of aggression, but with the country sitting at 40% unemployment, it was only natural to assume there would be a lot of people unhappy with the machines that stole their jobs.

Even though she knew they were machines, they looked so human, sounded so human, smiled so human, that she couldn't help but think of them like people. How far can they imitate? Did they feel things? Could they comprehend emotion?

Could they become human?

Arriving at her hotel, Eleonore checked in at the desk and was surprised to see even the clerks were Androids. They were all dressed in a uniform like dolls, hands crossed in front of them in the ideal posture of subservience. It was...strange.

Smiling awkwardly, she walked up to the counter. "Hi, my name is Eleonore Kim. I have a reservation for a month."

The clerk smiled back, as if to mirror her. The LED marker on his temple glowed brighter for a few moments before settling. "Yes, I have your reservation in our database." Reaching down below the counter, he pulled out a see-through key card from the rack and handed it to her. "Your room number is 313. Thank you for staying with us on your trip."

Giving him another smile, Eleonore gripped her suitcase and made her way to the elevator, finally arriving at what would be her home for the next month. Hovering the key over the scanner, the door slid open, showing her a comfortable room.

The king sized bed was made neatly with blue linens, 5 white pillows stacked impeccably at the head. Next to it was a glass table and a leather computer chair. The TV on the cabinet turned on as soon as she walked in, and the holo-panel showed a cute cartoon with the volume on low. The curtains slid back automatically, giving her a unabashed view of glass monoliths and gray skies. Dying orange leaves drifted from the few trees that dotted around the streets, showing the beginning of November. They contrasted with the city's immaculate image, like nature trying to feebly fight back against industrialization.

It was beautiful, in an artificial way.

Unpacking her clothes into the closet and washing off that peculiar airplane smell that permeated every flight, Eleonore finally took a seat at the desk and took a look at her schedule on her tablet. "Need to check in at the Detroit Police HQ..." She murmured, putting a note next to it to remind her to go there first. Her paperwork should've already transferred in, showing that she was an ambassador of sorts for Quebec. Her level of clearance should allow her to access files on Androids, so she needed to go to the station to "check herself in" so to speak.

Eleonore paused. Did they have Android police? On the way here, she saw Android gardeners, street cleaners, waste collectors, on errands, hell she even saw Androids "parked" in a designated parking space. There must be Android police as well.

Turning off her screen, she stood up and straightened her suit, opting for pants instead of a skirt. Time to get to business then.

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