"Ahh! A harlot! Please leave alone."
A robotic voice emanated from the device in Kara's hand. It was the sa stupid spider drone that had given away Kaisen's location to Bulldozer and his goons.
"Oh? Did you just call a harlot, you filthy, little, stalker cat? Tsk, tsk. Not very nice..."
Kara teased, her expression shifting from playful to cold as she grabbed the spider-like drone by the legs and dangled it in the air.
'That thing did not just call her a whore, did it? Dang, the balls of that creature...'
Kaisen thought, genuinely surprised. He knew it was just a low-intelligence robot whose only purpose in life was to find whatever its master asked of it.
It didn't have the emotional intelligence to censor itself, so it spoke as it was programd to speak.
"Wahhhh, I'm sorry, please don't kill . I'm just a little Hunter drone, that is all. I cannot spy on you nor can I send live feed to another location at all," the spider drone pleaded.
Kara chuckled and looked at Kaisen, who was still lying on the ground, waiting for her to return. It was obvious the drone wasn't doing anything it claid.
Kaisen rolled his eyes and gestured for Kara to do whatever she wanted. Kara nodded and raised the drone to eye level.
"Ha, ha, ha... You look like a lady who they call the hot pie of the neighborhood. I must say, you have the finest figure and your curves are to die for. You look like an expensive prostitute with an overflowing cleavage."
The spider drone continued, oblivious to the fact that it was digging its own grave with every word. Even Kaisen didn't have the balls to call Kara a prostitute right now.
"Now, what can I do with you, eight-leggy?"
Kara narrowed her eyes, making the drone's lone red light blink in what could only be described as robotic fear.
This thing was only good for surveillance; combat wasn't its forte at all. Plus, since it didn't have any storage, all the visuals and data it collected were already sent to its master.
In this case, the Bulldozer guy. So, it was a pretty useless machine... unless...
Kara looked over at Kaisen and then back at the drone with a glint in her eye.
"You know," she purred, "if you were a man, I'd have ripped your dick off by now for talking to like that. But since you're just a little bug, I guess I'll have to get creative."
"Uh, ho? Why waste your ti and energy on a useless thing like , fair lady," the spider drone said, trying to sound suave, though its voice betrayed more fear than charm.
"What do they call you?" she asked, her voice as smooth as velvet yet sharp enough to cut through steel.
"Stupid. No, no, no. I'm not call you a stupid, because that would be stupid of . But that is what master gave as a na," the machine replied without hesitation, like a well-trained parrot.
Kara frowned, then smiled again, her lips curling in a way that made Kaisen's heart skip a beat.
"How about I change your na? Give you sothing aningful and a new purpose."
"That is impossible. My ownership transferred when my previous master died. Only my master can give a purpose and a na," the machine droned on, earning a bored yawn from Kara.
"Even if you want to change my na, I will not be tempted by a voluptuous thot like yo--kl--ggrl- what are you- dhdhl- doin...."
The machine's protest was cut short as Kara, in one fluid and unhurried motion, flipped the drone onto its back and plunged her hand into its smooth surface. Her fingers slid inside without resistance.
'Damn, what is that power? Wait a minute, the better question is, is she a robot, a human, or a synthetic...man, tis are confusing,'
Kaisen thought, shaking his head in bewildernt.
A robot, well, in his world, a robot could be a functional adult as long as it had governnt approval. These chanical creatures were the backbone of the workforce, tirelessly performing tasks with an efficiency humans could only dream of.
They made up a staggering 90% of the workforce, rendering actual human labor as outdated as dial-up internet.
But this shift towards chanical efficiency ca with a heavy price. As companies opted for these cheaper, tireless alternatives, the ones who got screwed over were the humans.
High-intelligence jobs were still around, sure, but they required a smart modular chip that turned your brain into a supercomputer. Without that, most humans were left scraping the bottom of the employnt barrel.
Unemploynt skyrocketed, salaries plumted, and the cost of living in the city beca a cruel joke. Desperation led to corruption, prostitution, drugs, and an illegal modding industry that thrived in the shadows.
When corporate motherfuckers dictate your life, fucking it up seems like the only sane option.
Synthetics, on the other hand, were the corporate answer to loneliness and horniness for humans. They weren't robots, all gears and tal, but they weren't quite human either.
Think of them as the lovechild of a machine and a human, with a chanical skeleton wrapped in human skin. These bad boys and girls were pricey to make. Each one had unique body structures and fingerprints, essentially making them as individual as humans.
The AI chip inside them was so advanced it gave them their own quirks and personalities, making them the "perfect humans."
But, as with everything, there were those who went rogue. So Synths and robots decided to fuck the system and pursue their own brand of criminal mischief.
Maybe they had an existential crisis, realized their life was a corporate joke, and decided to wreak havoc. Who knows?
Kaisen didn't have to ponder too long about Kara—whether she was a human with a thing for cybernetic bling, a robot masquerading as human, or an actual Synth as he saw her hand…
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