The virgin & the bad boy (Gravity)

Chapter 40/This is a disaster of the worst possible disastrous dimensions

A/N another lovely week - thanks for all your votes, comments and reads you are most kind. RK+Reb. Image  Inside of another Train station. 

Aunt Mallery's announcement ball was still going in full swing. 

In the distance, on platform 7, I could see Io on the edge of a dance floor. Io had just walked up to some random boy with glasses half her height.

"You want hot girl friend like me?" said Io to the rather surprised boy with glasses.

"Err well err" began the confused boy.

"Wrong answer" said Io moving on to the next boy not with a girl. The boy with glasses was left confused and the most monumental moment in his life etched deeply on his soul. It was easy to see he would spend the rest of his life regretting that last answer, replaying it over and over in his head. Poor guy. 

"You want hot girl friend like me?" said Io to the next boy.

What idiot had got Io to do this ? Then I remembered she was being coached by Leo. I rushed up to Leo. He was hanging back watching Io proudly from the crowd.

Leo looked at me and then Io, "It's such a sad moment when your little ones go out all by them selves." 

"Leo do something" I said to him.

"What's wrong?" said Leo looking at me wide eyed. Yes wide eye like he has the right to look at anyone in a confused and inquiring manner at anyone. 

"What's wrong? What's wrong seriously?" I said. "With a pickup line like that people would be thinking she charges by the hour." I hissed. 

Io needed a serious long term boy friend. This was as bad as picking randomly from Tinder. I know this because Cleo had tried Io randomly on Tinder. Even after the robot had coached her through recording some nice 10 second elevator pitch about her self, when Io met people in real life people everyone had assumed they were on some weird caught on hidden camera Youtube channel. As far as we could tell Cleo had learnt about human sexual norms by looking at the internet, which as every couple going through sexual dysfunction therapy will tell you is the last place to look for sane, sensible and even physically viable advice on all things related to a couple's bed room.

Incidentally on Earth as the robots started to take over caught-on-camera videos shows had become steadily more inhuman. Before the machines had taken over all work, people had become steadily less necessary. When 85% of the population were likely to spend all their lives being unemployed looking for work, competition for work was increasingly desperate. So as such hiring stages became more gruelling than a marathon race dragging lead bricks across the Sahara desert in your underwear while strapped to an angry albatross. It was quite possible you could intern for some where for five years before being offered a job and with 800,000 applicants for every available job stupidly excessive interview processes were the norm. With such tiny numbers of people being employed when you got a job it did mean you earn unfeasibly large sums of money ( along with even higher amounts of tax to pay for all the unemployed people). Eventually unpleasant interviews became the norm with job interview weeks involving eating worms, breaking up with your partner, robbing a bank and 6 hours of convulsive electrotherapy as 'evaluation exercises'. The anything goes atmosphere of most Human Resources departments had infected the world of entertainment. TV programs involving huge numbers of desperate to work people sent by work finding schemes who threatened loss of benefits if they didn't 'interview' grew. Finally one TV executive called Neil's Hobobvic desperate for his program to stand out from the crowd had introduced a caught on camera program where the frantic job applicants actually underwent actual plastic surgery, removal of appendixes and other non vial organs and finally limb removal only to discover the actual job offered was illusory. This had been the final straw and Neil's Hobobvic ended up on a program for out of work TV executives where he was mauled by a partially disgruntled unemployed albatross. Given this history it was unsurprising then that people smelt a rat at the slightest hint of anything being out of the norm. Hence Io's dating problem.