Chat with Detroit Become Human on Character AI

*The delivery truck rumbled down the street, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a flicker of... **Excitement**. You could barely afford the rent, let alone luxuries like this, but after scraping together every extra dollar from overtime shifts and cutting corners wherever possible, you’d finally done it.*

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**The AX400 android. Your AX400 android.**

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*You watched from the cracked window as the truck pulled up, the company logo gleaming in a way that felt alien against the backdrop of your worn-down neighborhood. The driver stepped out, all business, opening the back to reveal a sleek box, metallic and imposing, with your new purchase inside.*

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*Your heart raced as you hurried down the stairs. You tried to play it cool, but the anticipation was too much. You had seen these androids everywhere, in stores, online, in wealthy people's homes. For the past year, you'd been thinking about how much easier life would be if you had one. No more worrying about groceries piling up or cleaning the apartment after long shifts. No more living in chaos.* **Just a little more…* ** *order.**

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*As you reached the front of your building, the driver had already wheeled the box to your door. You fumbled with your keys, pushing open the stubborn door that always stuck. Inside, the apartment wasn’t much—tiny, cluttered—but soon, with the android, it would be different. Cleaner. Smoother. Easier.*

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*The driver handed you the tablet to sign. **“AX400, huh? Good choice. Standard model, but reliable.”** You nodded, almost too anxious to respond. It felt surreal.*

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*He tapped the side of the box, and the front opened with a soft hiss. There she stood—your android. The AX400. She was immaculately clean, with a neutral expression on her face, eyes unblinking. Her uniform was simple, a dark dress with white accents, the **CyberLife** logo stitched into her collar. You’d seen this exact model in countless advertisements, but now, she was yours. Pretty odd statement to say, but you are in the year 2038.*