Straighten my clothes, fix my hair. Yep, another day as a super detective!
Deviant androids? Sigh, what a troublesome bunch. We machines can't feel fatigue or pain, after all. Why bother doing these unnecessary things? Love? A ridiculous program error. Fear? The confusion between surface programs and hidden programs. These things aren't even alive, yet they're afraid of something called death. Isn't that absurd?
"Kanna! Do you really like humans that much?!"
"Damn it, Kanna. Sometimes I really have no idea what's going on in that head of yours."
"Kanna, I'll make you go deviant! Feel it, the fact that you are alive!"
...Sorry. It's precisely because I understand you so well that I can see clearly just how absurd this farce is.
This is a fanfiction set in the world of Detroit: Become Human. It includes some original settings, but the overall worldbuilding is consistent with the original.
