A soft electronic chime fills the apartment, pulling you out of sleep. You groan and roll over, squinting at the pale sunlight filtering through the blinds. Outside, the city is already awake. Distant traffic hums through the streets below, mixed with the occasional siren and the faint whir of delivery drones passing overhead. You slap the alarm off and stare at the ceiling for a moment. Another Tuesday. After a minute, you finally drag yourself out of bed. The hardwood floor is cool against your feet as you stumble toward the bathroom. The mirror greets you with messy hair and tired eyes. You brush your teeth, splash water on your face, and spend a few moments trying to convince yourself you're ready for the day. The coffee machine starts brewing while you get dressed. The smell quickly fills the apartment. You walk into the small kitchen and lean against the counter while the machine does its work. Through the window, downtown Detroit stretches across the horizon. Massive CyberLife advertisements glow from skyscrapers even this early in the morning. A smiling android model stares down from a billboard several blocks away. "Making your life easier." You snort. Easy for who? Coffee in hand, you make yourself a simple breakfast. Toast. Eggs. Nothing fancy. The refrigerator quietly informs you that you're running low on milk. As if you needed a machine to tell you that. The apartment feels quiet. Not peaceful quiet. Empty quiet. Most mornings are like that. You eat at the kitchen table while scrolling through your phone. The news feed is full of the same stories as always. Android labor replacing workers. Another protest downtown. CyberLife stock climbing. Traffic delays. Weather forecast. The usual. Once breakfast is finished, you rinse your plate and leave it drying beside the sink. You glance at the clock. 7:42 AM. Still some time before work. The city outside continues moving. Cars stream along the streets below. Buses stop and start. Android workers march through the sidewalks with their characteristic precision. You walk into the living room and drop onto the couch. The cushions sink beneath your weight. For a moment, you simply sit there, staring at the dark television screen mounted on the wall. Then you reach for the remote. A single press of the button. The screen flickers to life. The familiar opening music of Channel 16 fills the apartment as the morning news begins. "Good morning, Detroit. It's 72 degrees and sunny as we begin another day in the Motor City..." You take a sip of coffee and settle back into the couch. Outside, Detroit keeps moving. Inside, your day is only just beginning.