Thursday, May 23, 2013
Day 153: Your Turn - When Robots Give the Massage
Occasionally, I'd sneak glances around the room at the other patrons. A man infected with technecrophilia, no wonder he's here, no one else will touch him. A straight laced business man sits in the corner, pretending to be absorbed by the web stream he has beamed into his ocular receiver. Probably watching videos of his kids. A construction worker, broad-shouldered and still filthy from a days work on the ground floor of the city. Lastly, a chain-smoking man with two mechanical hands.
Must've got caught stealing somewhere in the Middle East. That'll teach him, I guess. Of course, he must be pretty wealthy to be able to afford cigarettes and the license to smoke them.
Then I hear them call me.