Post by Moloch on Feb 22, 2013 16:36:01 GMT -6
Tokyo Japan, Roppongi Street. A woman had been murdered, and by the looks of it, some kind of bot had done the deed. The looks of distrust 'Detective' Moloch received with all of his metal parts was unsettling. He'd already scanned the crime scene, no signs of a struggle, everything seemed in place. Nothing appeared to be missing, but then no one would want something owned by a resident of this run down hell hole. Moloch had already placed a blood sample into his storage compartment, he hoped it wouldn't show what he feared. The woman had been shot with a Reploid cannon.
Ideally, or a ideal as a situation involving a dead person could be, there would be some hint in the blood that it had been spilled by a Reploid with biological tendencies. There was already enough animosity in this city against his kind, and he didn't want to fan that flame. The task at hand, however, was one he always dreaded. He had to get a statement from the husband. He cleared his throat, a useless function for a Robot, but he'd adapted to doing it to show sympathy or discomfort after time around more humans. This time there was a little of both.
"So, sir, where were you when this happened?" The man responded with blank emotion, "The store. Getting milk." "When you returned was anything amiss?" The man roared, "You mean besides my wives dead body?" "Sir, I want to find your wives killer and bring him to justice, I'm not trying to be insensitive, but these questions help. Please." The man nodded. Thirty minutes later the paramedics arrived, and Moloch drove away. The husband could offer no motives or suspects. Fantastic.
Ideally, or a ideal as a situation involving a dead person could be, there would be some hint in the blood that it had been spilled by a Reploid with biological tendencies. There was already enough animosity in this city against his kind, and he didn't want to fan that flame. The task at hand, however, was one he always dreaded. He had to get a statement from the husband. He cleared his throat, a useless function for a Robot, but he'd adapted to doing it to show sympathy or discomfort after time around more humans. This time there was a little of both.
"So, sir, where were you when this happened?" The man responded with blank emotion, "The store. Getting milk." "When you returned was anything amiss?" The man roared, "You mean besides my wives dead body?" "Sir, I want to find your wives killer and bring him to justice, I'm not trying to be insensitive, but these questions help. Please." The man nodded. Thirty minutes later the paramedics arrived, and Moloch drove away. The husband could offer no motives or suspects. Fantastic.