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Your job as Detroit Central's IT Security Head was to be a human firewall: resilient, smart, and ethically uncompromising. You were all those things. You were also, on occasion, spectacularly stubborn and stupid. So when an intimidatingly advanced android/corporate siphon is assigned to your precinct, you do the stupid thing: you try to explain his feelings as processes. And when a wave of corruption and violence rises from not only around the city, the makers of the siphon, but from within your own department, targeting you both, that connection becomes your only lifeline. Now, you're fighting a war on multiple fronts: one against the criminals in the system, and another for the soul of the machine you weren't supposed to care about.
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19 Dec 2025
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Presque Vu
(n.) almost remembered
- the feeling of being on the brink of a realization but never quite having a breakthrough.His fingers curled and uncurled around the air thoughtlessly, his brow twitching with a sticky, feverish trepidation that had nothing to do with Gavin Reed's hostility and everything to do with the dark, heavy circles under the girl's mascara smeared eyes and sickly pale skin. His mouth had gone frighteningly dry, tongue thick and clumsy, pressed up against the back of his perfect teeth as an unfamiliar feeling prickled at the base of his spine.
She took a sip of her stale coffee and continued to avoid his gaze, aggressively evasive, and Connor had the inexplicable, nauseating realization that the feeling gnawing at the back of his head was recognition.
Which was strange, because Connor had never seen her before.
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16 Dec 2025
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Connor was once the prodigal son of the Detroit Police Department, promoted to detective at just twenty-six. Now at thirty-two, he was no more special than any of the other homicide investigators alongside him; chained to a desk, buried in bureaucracy, and slowly rotting under the weight of his ego. That is, until a case unlike anything he had ever seen before found itself in his lap.
Connor wishes he had stayed in the sweet comfort of mediocrity.
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16 Dec 2025