Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Machine Love

top!harry

bottom!draco

author: aminathescorpio

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(I)

Draco sighed to himself as he chewed on his tasteless meal cube. It was cheaper to provide the workers with pure nutrients than to give them actual meals all the time. He didn't hold any resentment towards the bosses, but he would appreciate getting hot meals more than once a week.

Then again, the bosses were just ManagerBots, who lived specifically to, well, manage.

Ever since Nikolai Melnikof had invented the first EmotiBot in 2798, the world had changed drastically. Now, there were all kinds of androids, from BabyBots to WaiterBots to even ErotiBots. Draco still didn't understand how people had sex with robots, no matter how lifelike they were.

Now, in the year 3264, things were as advanced as ever, with robots now outnumbering humans on the globe. The population of humans was slowly declining, and Draco knew that extinction wasn't too far off. They had gone from a massive ten billion in 2050 to a meager fifty million now. A couple more centuries and they would be gone.

For some reason, this didn't terrify Draco nearly as much as it should have. He didn't care much for extinction now; he had the brothel to focus on.

Draco had literally run away from his parents to join a circus when he was sixteen, three years prior to now. Even though he was rich and well off, his parents had more or less forced him to get a job or be kicked out. There was no room for mercy in a cold world. And Malfoys were notoriously ruthless, even to their own kind. The loss of their only son wouldn't mean much to them; they could always find somebody else to take his place in a heartbeat.

It wasn't easy finding one, but after months of surviving by himself, he had found a brothel instead.

Draco wasn't one to deny an opportunity and turning away the brothel in favor of a circus was madness when he was so desperate.

Circuses had become quite a big deal ever since the early 3000s, and seeing one perform was a blessing most could only hope to receive. There were tall tales of people running away to join circuses; now Draco knew that most of them ended up in brothels instead.

As he breathed in the chemical air, he sighed. Ever since trees had gone nearly into extinction, people had found other ways of sustaining the atmosphere and climate change. Now, the air everybody breathed was made in labs before being pumped out into the world. The icebergs had been restored, the ozone layer had been fixed and even greenhouse gases had been converted into eco-friendly fuel.

Only the wealthy owned trees. To even see one was a luxury, not to talk of breathing its pure air.

It was ironic that the Earth was nearly perfect, yet so desolate and bleak.

Now, all the ground was made of plated metal sheets, with a few clumps of green grass peeking out of the cracks here and there. Animals had been kept in zoos and laboratories, bred at an inhumane rate just to satisfy the hunger of the human race. Plants were kept in reservoirs and preserving parks. Everything now was cold, metallic and emotionless.

Over the years, humans had become smarter and colder. Most people lived alone, save the lucky few who managed to find love in a cold world like this.

Draco had no hope that he would find love. He didn't like to dwell on it too much.

"Time to meet!" A loud voice echoed over the speaker. Draco swallowed the remains of his meal cube, prying the gummy bits out of his teeth with his tongue as he left his hover-house and sat at the door, his legs dangling hundreds of feet above the ground. He took his gravity boots from the mudroom and put them on, making his way towards the giant tent in the center of all the hover-houses surrounding it. When he walked on air, Draco liked to look down at the world below. It looked beautiful and ugly at the same time.