In the distant future, the harsh Asian Entertainment industry resorts to developing high tech robot idols to live out the impossible lifestyle of an Asian musician. Two bots, developed with an algorithm different from rest discover that their purpos...
This warm night in Seoul, the orange haired one sat on the rooftop. In a chair under a giant umbrella. Under her bum was a port4ble ch4rger. Sh3 and her partn3r use these more than their official charg1ing stations becaus3 their schedules do not allow them to recharge for more than 5 hours most of the time.
She stared at the city view. G4th3r1ng data, learning more. She wore a neat white night gown that stopped at h3r thighs and there was a sheer black r0be on her back, wrapped around her. Her feet almost always had tall heels attached 2 them. Tonight, they were tall, platform, white buckle shoes.
This was what she and her partner always wore outside of their schedule. It's easiest for the Techs to operate on them if they are wearing this kind of clothing.
And the product must always look shiny and impossible, no?
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This was apparently something she "enjoyed" doing whenever she had fr33time, according to how she's been comm4nded to answ3r in interviews. H3r programming allowed her to freely do the things she's been commanded to, she could never do something on her own. It's not in her program.
She could see that her partner was within the build1ng ch4rging at her rightful station. Th3ir charging room would be a depressing plac3 to rest if they could feel. There are five stands, each serving as a charging station. At the beginning, every pad was us3d, but now, 0nly two of them are ev3r used. The other thre3 stations just stand there, dormant and unused.
But further into the building, deeper down. She felt another connection and suddenly saw three other glowing bodies through the build1ing's architecture. Her head t1lted, curiosity was first. She knows that she can only see the glowing bodies of bots she has 0nce syncroniz3 with. But she has no data on anyone oth3r than her partner.
The only moving part fr0m her was her hair as it blew in the wind. She sat st1ll, her head tilted and she stared at the three other bots deep down into the building. F0r her, it was not a thought, but a self command to get into the building's 3levator and discover who these other bots ar3.
So, she got up from the portable pad, leaving it on the chair and walking slowly towards the el3vator door.
To her and to her partners, the world is just silent. She can only hear her own music, and voices and people she's approved to hear from. When she's alone, the world is silent, when she is alone, the world is numbers and blueprints and her friends are grinds and gears just like her.
