✔️RK Café

2^ Cassius - RK Café

July 26, 2040, 12:37 PM

I sit on the couch while I watch TV.
"Alright," Colton begins as he approaches the door. "I'm leaving. Don't die."
"What? Where are you going?" I stare at him with huge, round eyes. "You can't leave me here alone!"
"Yes, I can, I will, and I'm going to. You'll be fine, for fuck's sake." He rolls his eyes and opens the door. "I'm gonna go see some friends. Now that Conan's not here, I don't have to sneak around anymore!" he announces triumphantly. "I love him, but he's a real bitch sometimes."
"But-But, what about me?!" I exclaim.
"I said you'll be fine. Chill. Conan left the gun, remember?" He walks over to me and hugs me. "I'll be back tonight before Conan, Connor, and Hank get home. And, you have your phone if you need it." He approaches the door again. "Later, Cassius." He leaves before I can say anything.
I sit there, scared and alone. What do I do? Well... I should just keep watching TV. I mean, what else can I do? Not much.
My mind wanders to Conan's conversation with Connor last night. Conan got a job. Colton has friends. What do I have? I don't really have any friends. I never usually leave the house. I'm too scared to leave.
An idea comes to me.
I could get a job, too.
I walk back to the room I share with Colton and Conan, and I grab my laptop from off of the floor. I take it back to the couch, where I lay on my stomach and open it up. I think for a moment before typing something in the search bar. Jobs for an RK800. Google gives me some pages, but they're all about police stuff. I narrow my eyes. "I don't want to be a police officer..." I whine to myself.
I change up my search. Not police related jobs for RK800. I smile to myself as I click search and see results that aren't police related. I look around a bit. It seems that there are, indeed, things I can be good at that aren't police related. Of course, there are.
A certain result catches my eye.
RK Café.
Out of curiosity, I click on it. Immediately, I see an image of two RK900s in aprons. They have black shirts under it, and their chests are pressed together as they hold out a platter together. Huh. I'm starting to see what this is all about.
The page is pleasant to look at. It's easy on my eyes. I read the introduction, taking in all the information.

Welcome to the RK Café! Have you ever wanted to be served by an RK900? That's.. oddly specific, but now you can!

I blink a few times. Wow. I scroll down and come across a few more images and another paragraph of text. I read it curiously.

We're all about service here. Allow one of our gorgeous, handsome RK900s to serve you. You won't be disappointed. As implied, every employee here is an RK900. They are all very ready and willing to serve, but only at a price. The RK900 is an aggressive and naturally defensive Android, but our Androids have been domesticated and specially trained to be kind and agreeable to guests. You can be assured that you will be treated like royalty here. The satisfaction of our guests is our number one priority.

I'm interested now. All I can think about is Conan doing this. That'd be so weird.
I scroll down and see a few more pictures and some text before I see a section that's labeled as "job applications." I read the text that accompanies it.

Unfortunately, due to the theme of our establishment, only RK model Androids can apply. (RK800/RK900/RK1000)

The number is listed under the disclaimer. I pull my phone out and dial it. Before I start the call, I take a moment to breathe. "I can do this. I can do this. I just want to make this call and find out more." I put the phone to my ear as I listen to it ring.
After a few rings, someone answers. "This is Creed, owner of RK Café, speaking. How can I help you?" He sounds sort of nervous.
I pause for a panicked second before forcing myself to speak. "I- Umm... M-My name is Cassius! I'm an RK800. I-I'm calling because I-I'd like to a-apply!"
"You're seriously an RK800?" he asks in awe. His voice is deep and smooth. It.. kind of sounds like Conan?
"Yes. I am."
"Interesting. And, you're calling because you want to apply?" I don't know why, but he sounds excited. Almost... breathless.
"Yes."
"Wow. I see," he murmurs. He sounds satisfied. "You're the only RK800 that's ever applied. I must say that I'm interested. But, I need to know two things: can you follow rules, and how obedient would you say you are?"
"Umm... Well, I can follow rules very well, and I can be as obedient as you want me to be," I reply. "Can-Can I ask why I need to be good at those things?"
"Well, I never said you had to be good at them. I just wanted to know so I know whether or not I should put you in the kitchen or the front of the house," he explains. I can hear a little waver in his voice when he talks.
"Oh..."
"I think you'd do good on the floor. Serving, servicing, that kind of thing. Obedience would be useful because... well, let's just say that this place is extremely softcore, but my Androids get raunchy sometimes. Hardcore. They like to play around. And, well, you need to be able to follow rules because you'll be fired if you can't," he laughs. "That's a given."
"Right. That makes sense." I pause for a moment. "So... do I have the job?"
"Not yet. We'd have to have an interview first. I'll have to see what I'm working with. If you give me your email, we can keep in touch."
I give him my email without hesitation.
"Ok! Cool, thank you. I will definitely keep in touch with you."
"That sounds good," I reply.
"Is that all you needed?"
"Umm... y-yes! That's it!"
"Ok. Well, in that case, I'll send you an email. Goodbye. Have a good day."
"Thank you. You, too." I hang up. "Holy shit," I breathe. "I just applied for a job! Wow, wow, wow, ok." I grin excitedly.
Quickly, I open up my email and refresh. There's no email from Creed. I narrow my eyes. "Well, of course, there's no email. I just got off the phone with him." I shut my laptop. I'll have to be patient.
I walk into the kitchen and open up the fridge. There isn't much that I can eat, being an Android and all that. I pull out a bowl of Connor's Thirium jello. He always makes sure there's some in the fridge for me. I take the bowl to the couch and sit down.
I refresh my email, and I nearly choke. I have a new email. Quickly, I open it and scan it.