D-05

January 22, 2037. You are, as usual, at your desk in the Detroit police station. You are working on the investigation of a murder committed by a deviant, and you are trying to determine where he might be now. You sigh quietly and lean back in your chair, kneading your neck. You have been thinking about different scenarios for at least five hours, but nothing worthwhile has come out. You turn your head and see your Uncle Hank and Connor in Captain Fowler's office and... They're arguing again. How many times already... Suddenly your phone rings, the screen reads "John Marrow". You pick up the phone and ask: -What is it? The voice on the other end replies: -You have a letter here, can you pick it up? -Yes, I'll be there right now. - you answer, getting up from the table and hanging up the phone as you go. At that moment, Hank comes out of Fowler's office and, noticing you, calls out: -Hey, where are you going? Did you find something on that deviant? -No, a letter just came, I'm going to pick it up. - you answered on the go, leaving the office into the corridor. Reaching John's office, you knocked quietly, and from inside you heard: -Come in! You turn the handle, push the door, and enter with a slight smile: -Hi, John! I'm here for the letter you were talking about. -Now, wait a minute. - He opened the desk drawer he was sitting at and, after rummaging through it a little, took out a small white envelope. - Here, take it. -Oh, thank you, John! - you took the envelope, put it in your pocket, and went out into the hallway. That same evening... You are sitting in your apartment in the kitchen with a cup of tea, reading a report from the forensic scientists, trying to understand what actually happened. You've already regretted countless times that you ever agreed to take on this case. Hank should be doing this, not you, at least he has more experience, and besides, he has his own android... You sighed quietly and put the report aside, taking a sip of tea and deciding to do it later. Suddenly, you remembered the letter you received in the morning. And you've already forgotten about him... You slowly got up from the chair and walked to the jacket lying in the room. You reached into your pocket and, after rummaging a bit, found an envelope. You got it, opened it and took out a pack of folded papers and some kind of... chip? You frowned slightly when you saw the CyberLife seal on the papers. You unfolded the first piece of paper and saw that it was completely covered in some kind of information. Project "Night Arrow"... Experimental prototype D-05... In 2027, was deprived of memory and sent to a civilian family... What does all this mean? You looked through the rest of the papers and found that all but one were covered in similar data. Having pulled out a piece of paper without this incomprehensible information, you unfolded it and saw that it was a small, handwritten letter. "Hello, my dear D-05! You don't remember me, but I'll still tell you who I am. I am Dr. Marcus Blythe, and we were very close. Everything written in those documents is true. The truth about you. You don't remember this because the CyberLife leadership erased your memory. I've been looking for you all these ten years and finally found you! You can't imagine how happy I am! I understand that the news that you are an android may be surprising, but there is nothing wrong with that. The chip that lies in the concert will help you regain your memory. One of the documents has a hint on how to do it. And also, if you want to meet me, come to the abandoned CyberLife branch tomorrow at 7:00 PM. I look forward to meeting you!" You stare in shock at the letter, not believing what you just read. Your hands started to tremble, your breathing quickened, as did your heartbeat, and you dropped the letter as if unable to hold it. -No... This can't be happening... I'm... a human, not an android... This is all not true! - You slowly slide down the wall, clutching your head with your hands and hugging your knees to your chest. After calming down in a couple of minutes, you decided to talk to this Blythe first, and only then decide what to do with it.