The Pitch: Part 2
The street was lit up with lighted ink ads on every available surface. Some were tasteful, peacefully beckoning you to come inside their establishment, others were loud and blaring, declaring that this model of Bot or WP was better than another, or this sheetscreen had the best resolution or what have you. The street was littered with people even at this late hour, coming and going on hoverboards above the crowd or walking along where there wherever there weren't cars. He darted between the natural gaps in the crowd, narrowly avoiding a low-gliding hoverboarder and coming to the larger main street.
And there it was. On the corner stood a tall grey building, the only one without advertising at eye level, but above, in magnificent hydracolor, the BotCorp logo flashed as an ad started playing. Music piped into the square, and several others near him stopped to watch.
A sleek white bot walked onto each screen and took a bow. As he stood, colors poured from behind him and he began to dance. With the background still solid white, colors played over his body in brilliant patterns. The music stopped suddenly with a soft ping a flesh-toned and clothed Nannybot came on screen, a wah-wah sound playing and speech bubbles with nonsense symbols appeared from her lips. The male robot, still rotating colors, stood there and rolled his head in frustration and finally put up a hand to silence her. The Nannybot looked shocked and disappeared from the frame as it refocused on the male robot walking away and putting his arm around another male robot and giving the crowd a thumbs up and a wink. Text appeared, flashing to different languages, but all saying the same thing: “Rebel - The new system interface from BotCorp”.
He shook his head and made his way across the square. He'd heard about that SI onwire, it was supposed to be that bad boy image that people occasionally favored. It was hard designing an interface that rebelled against the user without putting any human in danger, but they'd managed to code a safe word protocol that couldn't be overwritten by any of the current hacking techniques. They would know, BotCorp was the world's leading employer of hackers.
As he neared the door, a panel on the column closest to him lit up advertising exactly what he had been looking at, the E069-212. It displayed the current market price and had tabs for specifications, as well as where he could find it in the massive grey edifice. It offered to send the directions to his WP, but he left it in his pocket and accepted the slick plastic map with his destination blinking. It was just easier to hold things some days.
He took an elevator and hopped out on the sixth floor, to find only a few booths on either side and an attendant at the front desk. She was a genial-looking white Officebot with brushed aluminum detailing on her face and hands. She wore a white lab coat and looked up just as he stepped off the elevator. “How can I help you today, sir?”
“Um, I'm looking for-” He mumbled slightly, looking bashful.
“Oh, pardon me!” Her hands went to her lips, looking shocked that she had asked that. She wasn't terribly well-programmed. “Please, are you looking to buy a bot or accessories?”
“A bot.” He mumbled, trying to keep his eyes from her too-snug lab coat.
She guided him over to an enclosed booth, also white. “Please sir, you can find what you are looking for here. Please ask me if you have any questions or use the help icon-” she reached inside the booth and touched the wall, where a menu came up with a blue question mark icon, “-here!” She grinned, he smiled weakly back. Yeah, she was probably an older model, either that or was programmed to be used with children.
He took the seat, which automatically leaned to a particular angle based on his weight and height. The screen she had pressed lit further, and the door to the booth closed. The ambient lights dimmed and all there was in the room was him and the screen. A slender androgynous robot appeared on the screen dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. It was barefoot and had its hands in its pockets.
“So, what are you looking for today? No one can hear us now if you're worried.”
“I'm -um- looking for a sexbot.” He remained sheepish. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
“No problem. Male or female?” The androgynous bot began to unzip its pants.
“F-female!”
The robot's shirt became tighter, and she slipped the pants off and pulled the shirt over her head. She now stood completely naked. The B logo on her chest pulsed like a slow heartbeat and the graphic on her thigh pulsed a little slower. “Now then, do you have a particular model in mind?” She stood, stroking her hip absently.
“Th-the two one two?” He stuttered.
The model's case turned black with the familiar silver piping he'd seen online. She apparently didn't come with hair set initially. “Is this what you wanted?” She inquired, turning to show him her ass, her hands cupped her breasts and let them fall, bouncing pleasantly.
“Y-yes!”
“Would you like to choose some options for me, master?”
“Do they cost extra?” He leaned forward slightly as she bent over, testing her flexibility for him.
“Some do, some don't. I can let you know which ones do if you like.” She grinned and winked. Silver hair. She needed long, wild, silver hair, he thought.
“Can we take a look at hair options?”
In the end, the hair he wanted had cost a little extra, but the nipple caps and striping had been free, just a matter of moving plates around. He also bought a kimono for her to wear, in silver and black, and had it all delivered to his house for a very reasonable price. As he walked out, he turned in the slip of plastic that had served as his map and his account was charged for the amount she and her accessories cost. He walked out as he had walked in, but there was a spring in his step as he walked back to his apartment. Continue