So here I stand, my implant on lockdown posing with a small group of hooker bots. I knew as soon as the store employees found me here or someone tried to rent me I was free but how embarrassing would that be? I felt a blush of embarrassment and a slight bit of excitement as the first people passed by, two women doing some late night shopping. They paused at the window looking over all of us. One said something I couldn’t hear and the other got a look of disgust before both of the bust out in laughter and moved on.
Because of the time of night and the storm the mall was almost empty. Only a few people walked by and most just ignored us, the hooker bots. As much as I tried to be upset and horrified by this I couldn’t help feeling turned on by the whole situation. This had gotten way out of control but in reality it’s exactly what I had asked for, to be used as a simple machine, an object. Every half hour the main computer shifted us around, sometimes I was