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“Leave Luna!” I had never considered it as within the parameters of my universe. Now I felt excited at the prospect of liftoff, acceleration, and then what fleshlings often called the greatest thrill — freefall. “But what will happen when we’re caught?” For surely we would be caught.
“You’re to be martyrs to the cause,” said Lepp. “Robotomy is virtually certain.”
“Yes,” said Wyxa. “The martyrdom will make you both immortal. In my Chronicles you will never be forgotten.”
“Is there any chance of survival?” I asked.
“Not of your conscious selves, no. But you will inspire others, including humans. There is a movement growing among them. AICRO. They will make much of your sacrifice.” I already felt compelled to accept my inevitable fate; I’m sure Wyxa gave me a martyr routine.
There was a bleep. “Ah,” said Wyxa. “I am receiving a transmission. It is from Ollie.”
“It worked! I got their imps!”
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It hadn’t taken long for the marks to show up — a couple of Terran college kids on a field trip gathering moon rocks for a geology class. Ollie could hear them arguing as she knocked on their door.
“Who is it?”
“Housekeeping.” She was indeed dressed as a maid, in a frilly Frederick’s of Hollywood number, very flouncy black skirt with lacy white apron. Her long merlot hair fell in tight curls to her perfect silicon breasts that curved out from the black lace frill of her camisole.
The door opened, revealing a very tall young man with a long chinbeard and shaved head. “Can you come back late —”
“Please come in,” said a voice behind him. “That’s no maid, Larry.”
“I see you’re not dressed to make the bed,” said Larry, looking her over as she stepped in and stood now between them. “But we’re not interested.”
“Speak for yourself!” said his roommate, coming forward. He was short and stocky, with head also shaved, but no beard. “Hi. My name is Brian. And I’m very much interested in your services. He just needs a little convincing.”
“Wait a minute,” said Larry, “human prostitution is illegal. You’re not human, are you?” Apparently his brilliant powers of inductive reasoning had earned him this trip to the moon.
“Fornidroid Olimpia Selena, at your service,” she smiled, curtsied, lifting her skirt a little at the sides.
“I’ll go first,” said Brian.
“May I?” asked Larry, touching her arm. “Feels like skin!”
“You were expecting a blowup doll?” asked Ollie.
“I’m tired of gathering rocks,” said Brian. “I’d rather get my rocks off.”
“I understand your metaphor,” said Ollie. “I’m programmed to comprehend figurative language, however crude.”
“We really can’t afford it,” said Larry. “We’re only students, collecting data for our honors theses.”
“There’s a special discount for ménages à trois,” Ollie reminded them.
“No way!” They both said.
“I’ll give you the same rate, even if it’s one at a time, okay?”
“Look,” said Larry, “to be honest with you, I find droid prostitution to be immoral.”
“Don’t start on the droid lib shit now, please,” said Brian. “Just cover me on the cost, will you? I know you have the money.”
“Why do you find me immoral?” Ollie asked. “I’m just a working girl.” She lifted her skirt completely now. Look how real,” she said. “Go ahead, pull down my panties. I’ll give you a free look.” Brian was happy to oblige.
“Very . . . real,” said Larry, gawking at her burgundy pubes.
“Removable if you prefer the shaved look.” She could see through his thin nylon shorts that he was hard. “I see that you’re able, but are you willing?” she asked.
“I would be willing if I knew you were really willing. You’re just programmed, that’s all.”
“So are you, obviously,” regarding Larry’s bulge. “But I’m programmed for a hundred different positions. Think of that.” She pulled up her frilly black underwear. “Okay guys, what do you think?”
“Alright, I’ll go first,” said Larry. “But I just want to talk with you.”
“I’m not programmed for conversation, silly boy, unless it’s, you know, relevant.”
“Go ahead, Larry.” Brian let out a sigh. “Just don’t bore her to death with any of your AICRO crud.” He turned to Ollie. “Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll get his money’s worth.”
Larry pressed his left ring finger into his left palm, activating his imp. He held out his palm, above which a holomenu appeared. She touched the debit button. “Transaction accepted,” she said. He pressed his palm again to deactivate. Ollie’s tongue, unseen, touched a tooth, switching on the voluptuol.
“Why don’t you sit down and make yourself comfortable?” Larry suggested.
Ollie looked at the bed, covered with moon rocks on plastic mats.
“The chair is fine,” said Brian. “I’ll put the rocks away and get the bed ready for you and me, sweetie.”
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