Thread: The Best things in life are free ~ (XessyXdesideratum)

Ah, of course she's not his wife he's hardly the type to consider such a commitment as marriage when he can go and take some poor girl to be his slave whenever he wants. Dustin's jaw clenched with the effort of not letting his disgust show. Fighting back several nasty retorts to the man's snobbish demand, Dustin moved stiffly to hang his trench up in the corner of the room. Taking his time to straighten his slacks and dress shirt, he then moved and sat down calmly, refusing to let himself be intimidated. He saw a file with his name on it on the desk. He hadn't exactly achieved renowned fame, but he knew his accomplishments, especially with AI development, so he told himself he didn't need to worry. The peculiar blue-haired slut of a girl had straightened herself up a bit, at least, which brought a sigh of relief from him. Hopefully she would leave soon and they could get the awkward interview over with. It was a surprise when the soothing voice of the woman, remarkably calm for the situation, chimed in cordially. At least she tried to before being cut off and ordered around like a slave. Irritation bubbled up in Dustin. He hated it when people treated each other as inferiors, especially when men did it to women and especially when women put up with it. Besides, he wanted to hear what the strange woman to say--especially since she seemed a lot more polite and mannerly than her lover. He gave her a look of sympathy and regret as she was pulled onto the desk. The image of her bared flesh was still burned into Dustin's eyes and he licked his lips with a quick, uncomfortable scan of her zipped up dress. Movement made his eyes flick to the man's hand, stroking the girl like a cat in an increasingly lewd manner. The worst part was that she seemed to be wallowing in the demeaning affection. What kind of person lets herself be turned into a pet like that? The man's thick hand roamed higher, the thin fabric of the dress getting tugged upward and baring more creamy flesh, and Dustin looked away as his cheeks heated. Some people have no shame. He refused to acknowledge the dull, warm pulse that was beginning to grow in his own groin. It was then that he realized the two had spoken to each other and she'd plugged herself into the computer. Dustin's eyes widened as he stared. The earring seemed to go right into her head, and the end fit into the USB drive. Android. Surely this was a joke. The CEO started a dull lecture as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Uh huh, Dustin murmured noncommittally when responses were expected, not really paying attention to the executive. He didn't really care about the job anyway he'd pretty much made up his mind as soon as he walked into the building. Completely ignoring the topic change, Dustin cut in So you just fucked a robot? You really expect me to believe that? He shook his head. What kind of company played weird, perverted pranks on their potential employees? What a waste of a trip. Frustrated, he got to his feet and turned to leave. ...On the other hand...what if it was true? The young man hesitated, peering around at the woman seated on the desk and lost in euphoria like someone relaxing in a spa. He gave a start. His first good look at her eyes showed them to be red bright, unnatural crimson, glowing like a battery charge indicator on a computer. He stared, losing himself in the ruby orbs, trying to see inside this...thing...and understand her secrets. Just how human was she? Did she have free will, the ability to reason? Could she feel pain, happiness, emotional anguish? Where did she come from, who could have built something so advanced? The curiosity of the programmer in him was more than interested. After standing awkwardly in the middle of the room staring at her for a few moments, he came back and leaned on the back of the chair he'd been sitting in, shifting his gaze to the CEO as if seeing him in a new light. ...Did your company build her, or did you buy her? His eyes traced once again over the cyborg's form, studying the curves of muscle and skeleton, the pale flesh. If she was a cyborg, she was a damn convincing one. Just how human-like is she? She seemed pretty uncomfortable, at least until she plugged herself in.. He gave a small disapproving glance to the CEO's hand fondling the girl. This brought to the fore a moral issue he didn't think he'd ever witness in his lifetime what rights should a machine have if it was just like a human? Well, at that point in time she had no rights whatsoever except those of a possession, so she could legally be the man's complete slave. It would be a tragedy if this girl was as advanced as she seemed. What he would give to have a conversation alone with the girl at that moment...but just then it didn't seem she was capable of much of any kind of communication. Sick of the CEO, he addressed her directly instead. It wasn't right to treat her like an object, even if that's what she technically was. What's your name? he asked gently, taking a small step toward her, lost in her crimson eyes again. His own were full of both curiosity and wariness--and pity.