Odds And Ends Of Humanity

by The Chosen Storyteller

Every new deviant android must answer a big question: what does it mean to be human? The answer will change for everyone. For a mind that was once designed to reach point A to B with established logic, that can be difficult to process. But in pursuit of the answer, there's nothing wrong with stopping sometimes to participate in life's smaller moments or make amends with old faces.

5. Author's Note

important an or whatever...

Hey, author's back. But not for long. Will you stay to listen to my shit? I hope so, but then again hope's a fragile thing.

I know it's been a long-ass time since this story was updated. I understand there's at least a few people who genuinely want to see the story continue; my depression-fueled brain can at least move some fog to see that. And I just want to say sorry to those people. Sorry to anyone who's read this trash. Apologies from a stranger tend to be weak as fuck, so it's all up to you if I'm being genuine. I just can't continue the story. I set myself up for failure, so I get failure.

Will I write for Detroit again? All I can do is echo what I've said before: what would I even write? Any next attempt at a story would be harmless fluff, people getting along and no high stakes to be found. In a fandom where almost every story tries to be as dark as possible. I don't belong. But then again, how can I be shocked?

Story was a goddamn waste of time, everyone pack up and go home.

Odds And Ends Of Humanity

2020-2021

"You could write stories for a living someday." – An actual author I had a brief chat with at some event when I was a teenager