Anthology of short fiction

Bots

She'd watched him come through her line every month, since AmazonCorps had rolled out their special program. Problem was, patrons didn't know that with the monthly update on the software in their wrist, they got a micro-dose of a synthetic feel-good drug. That's what kept them coming back. But the drug caused necrosis and body parts died, needing replacement with mechanical parts. The population thought all "bots" were druggies. Didn't matter how much she loved his smile and his walk. He'd never notice her. Like she'd never noticed the bot who's line she went through when she was a patron.