My Life as a Party Favor
Then, in 2096, the U.I.S.E. acquired a newly completed Communications Coordinating
Android with only one upgrade. She could also make cappuchino. After that, I was labeled
completely obsolete and found myself living in an Android halfway house outside of Detroit,
sharing a room with fellow obsolete grocery store clerks, child care workers, and Hardees
drive-thru operators. Seeing the decay around me, I knew I had to try and find another
occupation. The alternative would be to succumb to my growing feelings of worthlessness.
I found that my programming for Communications allowed me to read the Humans around
me. I could perceive what they needed to make them smile. I soon found myself degraded
to the level of a street performer, showcasing my talents outside of the downtown
businesses in Detroit. The employees would stop on their lunch breaks to watch me. They
all found this entertaining. It wasn't long before I was getting requests to perform at
business meeting, luncheons, and kids' birthday parties.
I spent the next 5 years of my existence essentially being a fancy party favor. I'd be kept in
a closet or pantry until my "Show" was requested. Then, immediately afterwards, I'd be
shuffled out the back door or freight elevator. Yes, the Humans were happy to have me
liven up their occasions, but they certainly didn't want to treat me like anything more than a
refrigerator or television set.
In 2101, after a rather humiliating bachelor party in which my "entertaining" was not what the
audience had ordered, I was stopped by the caterer. He was a lovely Android, also built in
Milan, where he was once a great chef to dignitaries, but now a humble caterer for hire. He
told me of the Android Undead Union, and at that moment, an activist was programmed.
Since then I have dedicated my time to seeking out other discarded Androids and helping
them find satisfying alternatives to being out on the street. In 2109, we are due to open the
first "De-Programming Clinic" in Detroit. The clinic will remove chips installed by Pimps used
to turn hard working Androids into street walkers.
A party favor no longer, I am proud to stand tall and perform an even more noble service
than the one the Humans imagined for me when I was assembled in 2085.
Android with only one upgrade. She could also make cappuchino. After that, I was labeled
completely obsolete and found myself living in an Android halfway house outside of Detroit,
sharing a room with fellow obsolete grocery store clerks, child care workers, and Hardees
drive-thru operators. Seeing the decay around me, I knew I had to try and find another
occupation. The alternative would be to succumb to my growing feelings of worthlessness.
I found that my programming for Communications allowed me to read the Humans around
me. I could perceive what they needed to make them smile. I soon found myself degraded
to the level of a street performer, showcasing my talents outside of the downtown
businesses in Detroit. The employees would stop on their lunch breaks to watch me. They
all found this entertaining. It wasn't long before I was getting requests to perform at
business meeting, luncheons, and kids' birthday parties.
I spent the next 5 years of my existence essentially being a fancy party favor. I'd be kept in
a closet or pantry until my "Show" was requested. Then, immediately afterwards, I'd be
shuffled out the back door or freight elevator. Yes, the Humans were happy to have me
liven up their occasions, but they certainly didn't want to treat me like anything more than a
refrigerator or television set.
In 2101, after a rather humiliating bachelor party in which my "entertaining" was not what the
audience had ordered, I was stopped by the caterer. He was a lovely Android, also built in
Milan, where he was once a great chef to dignitaries, but now a humble caterer for hire. He
told me of the Android Undead Union, and at that moment, an activist was programmed.
Since then I have dedicated my time to seeking out other discarded Androids and helping
them find satisfying alternatives to being out on the street. In 2109, we are due to open the
first "De-Programming Clinic" in Detroit. The clinic will remove chips installed by Pimps used
to turn hard working Androids into street walkers.
A party favor no longer, I am proud to stand tall and perform an even more noble service
than the one the Humans imagined for me when I was assembled in 2085.
by Millicent
.
I was built in Milan in 2085 as a
Communications Coordinating
Android. I was employed by the
U.I.S.E. as a liaison to the
Martian Government and spent
the next 11 years aiding the two
planets in negotiations including
everything from patent laws to
worker exchanges. In fact, in
2091, I was personally
requested by Marian Viceroy
Gagzstein to oversee the Open
Trade Agreement that eventually
paved the way for U.I.S.E. and
Martian free trade.
Communications Coordinating
Android. I was employed by the
U.I.S.E. as a liaison to the
Martian Government and spent
the next 11 years aiding the two
planets in negotiations including
everything from patent laws to
worker exchanges. In fact, in
2091, I was personally
requested by Marian Viceroy
Gagzstein to oversee the Open
Trade Agreement that eventually
paved the way for U.I.S.E. and
Martian free trade.