that “Yeah, and some people will pay to watch Sartorian slug-worms duel to the death, so don’t get above yourself, lover-boy.”
She grabbed a diagnostic pad from the bench when he put his tools down to check the android they were working on. She pursed her lips as the thing booted up and displayed a readout on the androids base systems. Routine stuff she didn’t need to think so hard on so he wasn’t surprised when she spoke again.
“It was the Aries 7000 act wasn’t it? You sure you didn’t scare her with the ‘big, bad, killer cyborg’ thing?”
Above them the android snapped its eyes open, staring blankly at the wall ahead. It was the Deloriat dancing girl model. All slender lines and t**s like globes on a stick, it did nothing for him. He liked soft curves and give in his women. A little padd
