"Glub glub", he whispers.

A fishy business

It was in the middle of the night. A night, which couldn't have been stormier. It was as if the sky had known what was happening below it. The rain hammered against the face of the young android, who was supposed to clear his first case in only a few minutes later, as he took his last steps towards the skyscraper.

It was 2038 and humankind stood shortly before an apocalypse. The machines, which they built, were turning against them. Android, built to execute the tasks, that the humans didn't want to perform themselves anymore. Maids, babysitter, garbage collector – these jobs had not been done by humans in a long time. Emotionless, submissive robots took over common tasks and pushed their creators towards unemployment, rage, into a situation in which they could not trust their loyal robot-workers any longer.

And at this time, they also did not want to accept any help of them, as the android, who was built shortly before starting his mission, had to notice. Connor, model RK800, an android that was created to support the Detroit police with their investigations, entered the building. The staircase was empty, and, beside the rain and the wind, which were hammering against the windows and made them shake, silent. Not a single soul was to be seen or heard, as if they didn't exist or had never existed at all. But the staircase, or other people, were not the reason for Connors appearance in the building.

He pressed the button, which led to moving the elevator onto his level, and entered it. In his pocket was a coin, which he took and skilfully threw from his one hand to the other, caught and lastly put back into where he took it from. There was no sound in the elevator either, as even the rain, which hammered against the windows, wasn't to be heard anymore. A bell rang, the door opened, and Connor entered the hallway of the apartment he was supposed to enter. The room's colour scheme was grey – simple, modern, minimalistic. The floor was wet, the sound of the storm outside was loud again. And then, human voices.

He was greeted by a woman, who was clinging onto his chest. Her face screamed desperation – an emotion he himself had never felt before. Through red eyes (she had to blink a few times to be able to see through her tears) she mustered him for the first time. "You're sending an android?!", she screamed hysterically and was escorted out of the apartment by a police officer that came out of a nearby room. Connor was, as expected, not intrigued by this. He fixed his suit and tie, then looked around. There was not much time left, but his fast reflexes and programs, which allowed fast investigation of any crime scene, made him to be one of the most efficient androids which had been built up to that date.

A tank, which was located on one side of the room, was destroyed and the fish, which had lived in it until a few minutes prior, jumped up and down on the floor. The android bent down and helped the tiny creature by putting him back into his home. Die orange scales, which were interrupted by white stripes that were shimmering blue in the light, were gliding through the water and the water creature stared at his hero for a few seconds. He formed bubbles with his mouth, which were shining in the water. A rare kind of fish, one that was discovered only a few years ago in a grotto on Madagascar, that was now famous for its easy way of handling. Connor felt something, as he watched the exotic fish, as it produced its bubbles in the water. Nonetheless, Connor had to investigate the scenario. He stepped back from the glass, turned around and officially entered the crime scene.

Broken glass and decoration were laying across the floor. The wind was howling through the apartment, moving the curtains that were covering the door that was leading onto the terrace – the place that was the reason as to why the android was called. But walking outside blindly, without knowing about the crime scene at all, was a stupid idea and so the android approached on of the officers.

Like the woman, which clung onto the android's chest before, the policemen were not amused to have an android around. Were they afraid of losing their job because of him? Or were they afraid of him not being able to correctly end his mission? Connor should not have cared, but he slowly became angry at the humans, that called him, only to treat him as if he was not needed. He couldn't gather any information from any of the people he asked, as if they wanted him to give up right away. But he did not give up, so he started gathering information himself.

The family that lived in the apartment consisted of a father, a mother, their child and an android, which was supposed to help with the household. But, even if their daughter had a great connection to the android (even calling him her best friend), the parents wanted to replace their android with a newer model. As the robot noticed this, he grabbed the father's gun and shot him. Then he took the little girl and ran outside with her onto the terrace, threatening to jump with her. The police were alarmed, but they had to wait for Connor to arrive, who should take control over the situation. Funny, what the policemen were doing – or actually not doing – to help said android. Why were people so irrational and fixed on their own wishes and emotions? Connor didn't understand, why these people would rather let the girl stay in the most scared moment of her life instead of helping him. If it wasn't that impossible for Connor to feel emotions, he would've thought that he could feel the emotions, the anger, the sadness, of the android outside. He wasn't receiving help either, wasn't said what he could improve so they wouldn't feel the need to replace him. Instead he was replaced, something that would happen to Connor as well, if he couldn't solve the problem soon.

But Connor knew the solution, he'd only have to ... - it was too late. There were screams coming from the terrace and all around Connor was ammunition, gun shots, so dense that he could not see anything besides it. Then all became white. So white, that the policemen had to close their eyes and sink down onto the floor. But Connor heard a soft voice, which was calling him, and he stepped onto the terrace. "You did your best but failed. Reach out to Dewey, the fish in the tank and plead for forgiveness to not be punished. But be quick, god's light won't be able to save you forever."

The android ran down into the hallway, leaving god's light behind him, and stared at the fish. It grew and grew, destroyed the tank's glass even more and said: ".nuf gnivah eb ll'ew ,thgink raed ,sehtolc ruoy evomeR" Connor understood and so he removed his tie. He'd do everything to escape his bad future. He unbuttoned his shirt, opened his pants and took them off. He felt something cold and smiley on his chest and opened his eyes, which showed him that the fish placed one of his fins there.

Connor noticed that this was not the only part of his body that was wet. He put one hand over his boxer shorts and was greeted with a wetness, that was unbelievable. ".reisae tca gniwollof eht ekam ot krow ym si sihT", Dewey said and made sure Connor noticed that he knew exactly what was going on down there. But even if he didn't know – he'd know the moment he'd lay his fins onto his throbbing cock. The touch was, like the one of Connors chest, cold and slimy. But Dewey's slime mixed up fast with the one of Connor's dick. The coldness of Dewey's fins seemed, as if it was the only thing that held Connors erection back from exploding.

The fish pushed Connor down onto the floor, without saying anything, and pushed his fishy cock in his anus. Would Connor not have been made out of a metal-like substance, he was sure his anus would've raptured. But even if Connors thoughts in his normal state wouldn't have thought about having sex with a fish, the soft voice that told him to do it had the upper hand in this situation. His cock was throbbing and hot, while the fish on top of him became faster and faster. He stroked the fish with one hand and noticed, that rubbing his gills turned him on, which led to him pushing it in faster. With the other hand, that wasn't busy rubbing gills, he grabbed his own dick. He knew that there wasn't much time left, so he rubbed his throbbing cock and nearly felt his cum shooting out of it, then stopped. Something told him that he needed Dewey to cum first, so he put both hands on Dewey's gills, until he felt a cold liquid in his ass.

"Glub glub", he whispers. Connor didn't understand the fish language anymore, what told him, that time was over. Did he make it? He closed his eyes and waited, until he'd hear a sound.

He heard a gunshot, then he didn't hear anything anymore.