Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, March 20, 2014 Under: Poetry
Pina Colada, he told the bartender coming right up, swiveled the service automaton a discard from the droid army in a cereal box looking tuxedo not going so well at the Dry Cleaners? He asked jokingly Servicebot swerves around with mixed drink in a glass goblet “Ha. Ha. Ha. Dry Cleaners at Grid 214-Parker-Avenue-Under-Maintenance. Clothing processors working at 35.4% rate of productivity/capability does human find the apparel offensive? He gave it a bored look, glancing down at his watch while pardoning himself with other hand no, don’t worry about it, Sparky thanks for drink “Certainly, sir!”
Automaton places napkin and packets of crystallized sugar next to goblet goes back to facing walls of Europa whiskey at corner of (empty) bar, Asian or Taiwanese woman sits down, leaning over the counter top flirtaciously makes eye contact with him he coolly returns to his drink, then glances over again she has short dark hair, a cutely inviting figure, glinting white teeth and smells of rose garden mechanic: cyberpunk motocross gear on must mean there is oceanic cruiser in parking lot she opens her scanners to him, licking her lips he quickly reads over her bio records, skipping over miscellaneous files she divulges no STD’s, no incidents clean record -last oil change-?
Wait he breaks the intoxicating quiet “Excuse me, are you human?”
Woman fidgets uncomfortably, shuts off her scanners “Uhhm, no… Cyborg” she replies back in a softly succulent voice both are disappointed with this transaction he grumbles, finishes his drink and leaves then the bartender hits on the Asian cyborg
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