The Pleasure Trojan
Shayla was stunned. Mocked? Children are making fun of me? This is not good. Not good at all. What should I do? She sniffled, and buried her face in the pillow.
Irene the bot sat back in the corner.
Shayla’s eyelids felt a hot light shining on her face. She opened her eyes and found two doctor bots examining her.
“Ah, you are awake. We have some good news for you. The psychiatrist gave you the green signal. You can leave the hospital as soon as you are ready.”
“Okay.”
“Yes, the stitches have set in. Your scans are clear.” The bots smiled at her.
Shayla sat up. “Where are my clothes?”
The bots continued to smile, “They were discarded as they smelled bad.”
“That’s okay,” Irene chirped. “I have something from your dwelling.”
Shayla got dressed in a gray skin suit
