The Pitch: Part 1
Hey kiddies! Remember I was going to write things on a regular basis? Remember that?
You don't? Well have something that will turn into robot porn then!
“Shopping for your brand new bot, from your old screened computer to the store to your home! So many to choose from! Errandbots, Nannybots, Officebots, Messengerbots, PocketBots (for kids and adults!), and of course, the ever-popular Sexbot! So many to choose from, which will you take home?”
He’d heard it so many times before. It was on practically every station three times an hour. They’d gotten better and cheaper since he was a kid, back when their faces were of a single form and you could only choose one gender. Some of the older ones didn’t even have a gender. A few of the newer ones were androgynous, Officebots and the like, but most had a morphing skin that could be activated by the owner.
He knew a little about them from hearing blogs on the Wire, mostly. Chatter, some of it nonsense came through his stream, onto his WirePiece implanted at his temple. Thankfully he could take it off as he slept, though he found out when he went to college that he was one of the few that did so. It just went on as they slept, dialing pictures of fluffy animals or car wrecks or whatever else the news contained into their brains as they slept.
Right now it was displaying a page he’d kept open for the last week. He could see it if he looked up and slightly to the right. There she was. Beautiful. Silky black casing, silver piping at the joints, the Bot logo glowing faintly on her chest, which would fade once he’d set the preferences correctly. A line of lights trailed down her waist, ending in another image, an identification badge that would also fade, but be scanned no matter where she went, no matter what she wore on top of it.
He spun the image with the flick of a finger in midair, watching her from all sides. She was inert, looking like a human asleep, her breasts would shift with the relative gravity of where he spun her. Nothing new, really. Fun to play with though. He supposed he’d have to buy her hair separately, though it didn’t mention anything in the article about excessive fees levied with this model.
She was the E069-212, top of the line Sexbot with the Ebony casing. They were a limited model, thus the feature onwire. She had millions of other functions besides her title, but they designed her casing to be pretty and installed the S-system on her rather than the typical B set that came with the other bots. It was...subtly different, so he’d been told.
A pesky dinging jerked him from his reverie, there was a call waiting on his WP, the notification was in the lower corner. He poked the air to bring it up, glanced at who it was, and canceled the call. Now was not the time for chatting absently when there was shopping to do.
He dismissed the entire browser with a click of the WP, and slid the interface off to keep him from getting distracted. He slipped it in the pocket of his jeans and looked out into the world around him.
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You don't? Well have something that will turn into robot porn then!
“Shopping for your brand new bot, from your old screened computer to the store to your home! So many to choose from! Errandbots, Nannybots, Officebots, Messengerbots, PocketBots (for kids and adults!), and of course, the ever-popular Sexbot! So many to choose from, which will you take home?”
He’d heard it so many times before. It was on practically every station three times an hour. They’d gotten better and cheaper since he was a kid, back when their faces were of a single form and you could only choose one gender. Some of the older ones didn’t even have a gender. A few of the newer ones were androgynous, Officebots and the like, but most had a morphing skin that could be activated by the owner.
He knew a little about them from hearing blogs on the Wire, mostly. Chatter, some of it nonsense came through his stream, onto his WirePiece implanted at his temple. Thankfully he could take it off as he slept, though he found out when he went to college that he was one of the few that did so. It just went on as they slept, dialing pictures of fluffy animals or car wrecks or whatever else the news contained into their brains as they slept.
Right now it was displaying a page he’d kept open for the last week. He could see it if he looked up and slightly to the right. There she was. Beautiful. Silky black casing, silver piping at the joints, the Bot logo glowing faintly on her chest, which would fade once he’d set the preferences correctly. A line of lights trailed down her waist, ending in another image, an identification badge that would also fade, but be scanned no matter where she went, no matter what she wore on top of it.
He spun the image with the flick of a finger in midair, watching her from all sides. She was inert, looking like a human asleep, her breasts would shift with the relative gravity of where he spun her. Nothing new, really. Fun to play with though. He supposed he’d have to buy her hair separately, though it didn’t mention anything in the article about excessive fees levied with this model.
She was the E069-212, top of the line Sexbot with the Ebony casing. They were a limited model, thus the feature onwire. She had millions of other functions besides her title, but they designed her casing to be pretty and installed the S-system on her rather than the typical B set that came with the other bots. It was...subtly different, so he’d been told.
A pesky dinging jerked him from his reverie, there was a call waiting on his WP, the notification was in the lower corner. He poked the air to bring it up, glanced at who it was, and canceled the call. Now was not the time for chatting absently when there was shopping to do.
He dismissed the entire browser with a click of the WP, and slid the interface off to keep him from getting distracted. He slipped it in the pocket of his jeans and looked out into the world around him.
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