by Kelly Brewer
Senator went into campaign mode. “The natives need bananas.”
She picked up on the double-entendre and winked her best evil bot smile, knowing what he really meant.
Then he flipped his parable straight. “Let the people eat and keep a little of their damn hard-earned money. Goddamn bureaucrat and corporatic thieves. And every one of ’em trying to butter up my vote to go against the little people. Goddamned split-tongue double-dipping…
Dock signaled the party, and their entourages crossed the skyway to the sleekest luxury gyro to ever traverse the spaceways. Everyone boarded and found a comfortable seat, preparing to jump to Saturn.
(Ro-man, jump start ready?)
(jumpstart ready.out.)
“Senator Saturn. Ready jump?”
“Sir, yes sir, thank you.” Then he leaned in, now whispering, Uh…is this mine for a while?” and gesturing towards the algorithmically delicious huma-droid.Gina.baby.bot.
Gotcha.
Dock stifled a smirk then replied, “Sir, I live at your pleasure. Now, live at mine. Gina, honey. This man is your master for the next three hours. Okay!? Hahah. Ohh, that includes sterilization time too, right baby? Sorry, Saturn… uh, senator.”
“No problem.” He waved.
“Back here at 1200 hours?”
They nodded obediently.
“Ok!”
Everyone closed their eyes, relaxing.
(go jump)
“Have fun kiddos!” Dock trilled.
(go.out)
gone.
CHAPTER 50
Gina