Vicky put Spark on follow mode, before trudging her way through the filthy streets to Front's Butchers. The store opened with a merry ding and Vicky was greeted by the Tiny Tim bot hanging around the scraps. " Hellooo miss " He greeted adorably, giving her a tip of his cap. Vicky nodded her head in greeting. " I've got some money I need takin' " She said, taking out a wad of cash, she flicked through it one last time, before giving $150 to the small childbot. " Tell The Donbot I'm not buyin' any of his cigars no more " Smiled Vicky.

A sense of freedom made it's way into Vicky's stride, she lifted her knee's higher, and Spark began to strut and scamper around happily. Barking incessantly at a female dog across the street. " Spark, stop " She said, he continued his symphetic bark, Vicky gave him a light kick, but he kept increasing his volume. Vicky rolled her eyes, plugging his wire lead into his neck. He whined momentarily, before tugging her home.

Vicky flopped on her sofa, taking a painkiller with a glass of water, that stank of chlorine. Spark was in stand-by mode on her stomach, radiating heat. She needed to refill his coolant tank, so she heaved him off onto the floor. He landed with the yelp and a rattling sound. Before following her to the fridge, where she kept her liquid oxygen. She pulled the flask open, before grabbing Spark's tongue, and opening a small compartmant inside it, pulling the wire out and dipping it in the tank. Sparked whined, as if in pain, but reeled in the wire, and decided to lap it up instead. Vicky held him up over the flask, feeling her fingers beginning to freeze up. He finally finished, signalling this with a belch of flames.

Vicky changed into her old tee shirt and shorts, and fell into her bed...well, mattress on the floor. Spark jumped in, snuggling up next to her and acting as a radiator. His mechanisms thrummed, lulling Vicky to sleep.

She awoke to a crash and a yelp, Spark had knocked something over. She glanced at her watch, it was 10:30. She sighed and got up, reaching for a cigarette and ashtray. She lit it on the electric cooker, it was a shame to waste lighter fluid. Vicky then opened her fridge to get out some milk. It's sell by date was dubious, but the slightly curdled substance didn't smell too bad.

Sucking on her cigarette in annoyance, she poured the slightly soured milk into a rusty saucepan, and let it simmer, before adding some oats she had in her cupboard. Along with some sugar and dried apples.

The cigarette was almost gone, she breathed in one last drag of bitter smoke, before stubbing it out in the ashtray. She giggle incessantly, before lighting another one. This was her last one, and she needed to go to the store anyway.

Spark was yet again yapping at her feet, as she walked through the brisk wind, her arms full with a large laundry bag. She finally managed to get to the laundrette, and placed her laundry into the washing machine, along with powder, and a quarter on a string. Vicky then set out toward the store.

5 packets of cigarettes, fish lungs, and a gallon of blue milk later. Vicky returned home, dropping off her groceries and picking up her stock. Vicky hesitated, before grabbing her titanium knuckles as well. Tonight was friday night; the hookers would be out, and so would the drunks.

Skulking around street corners was pretty boring, as far as Spark was concerned. He'd release oil on the robotic fire hydrants every now and then, just to spite them. Then he liked to run away from them and jump into the safety of Vicky's arms. His mistress would then kick away the red fire hydrant, leaving them to roll along the sidewalk, screaming curses and obscenities, which Vicky would return venomously.

It was late now, Vicky had made a large profit so far, and so had the hookers and hookerbots by the sounds coming from one of the many alleys behind her. The nearby club, Sound Wave, was pounding with music and lights, Vicky longed to go in, she just needed to sell 2 more juice batteries, then she could go have a drink and a dance.

Spark was confused, the light were too bright for his ocular implants, he'd have to rely on his advanced nasal technology to find her. He did. She was in a mass of writhing bodies, bobbing up and down on the spot, with beer slopped down her curvacious body. Her dim green eyes vaguely made out Spark, who jumped onto her shoulder and hung on for dear life.

Dancing was all that Vicky could think about, she needed to move. Two robots near her were grinding, literally. A human and decapod in a loving, or a hurtful embrace, Vicky wasn't sure. Spark yapped nervously on her shoulder as she chugged down her Moscow mule, gagging slightly from the vodka. Spark barked at the glass, and Vicki headed to the bar. " One sex on the beach, and a robot grade beer in a bowl please " The barman leered at her, mixing the drink with a lecherous smile on his cauliflower like face. Vicky quirked an eyebrow before uttering " Hold the sex. "

The chipped dancefloor was moving, Vicky was sure of that. Spark was moving too, even though he was lapping at his beer. " Shpark " Slurred a giggling Vicky, she moved on, pushing through the frenzied crowd to the bar. She pulled herself up onto one of the damp barstools, hoping it wasn't damp with urine, or worse. A sleazy looking man sidled up next to her. " Can I buy you a drink ?" He asked. Vicki looked up, his face not focusing properly. " Sure, as long as it's free, and I get water after " Vicky thought of her predicament after, albeit a very muddled thought. She sipped her pina colada, the man looking at her expectantly. She couldn't even see properly, she shouldn't drink more after this.

The man looked nervous "...so, you come here often? " He asked, Vicky snorted with laughter into her drink, " Not the best line to say " She giggled. Through her haze, Vicky saw him blush, she didn't mean to make him embarresed. " Look, we're both drunk, either we both take this further and wake up next to each other in the morning, to a differant person than we thought we did, Or you walk away now, tail or your dick or whatever between your legs." The man nodded solemnly. " I should get back to my wife "

A corner was a safe place, always. It had shielded Vicky from Santa clause, it would shield her now. Her whole life was worthless, nobody but a few slurm con addicts would miss her. Vicky shakily lit her cigarette, sucking at it like it was the essence of life itself. For the first time in 11 years it made her cough and hack.

Spark was confused, his mistress was depressed, even more depressed than the time she took an e-pill for the first time. He nuzzled her leg. He didn't want her to get all depressed. She was a kind mistress, better than his first master who had thrown him in a waste-paper basket.

Vicky got up shakily, she'd type up her resume tomorrow, after the hangover had taken it's course. She'd get a job, anywhere. Even if it was scrubbing stains off of toilets. She held onto Spark for support and hauled herself up. She was about to walk out of the shabby, sweaty nightclub, whe she heard a voice shout out at her. " HEY, you! Yeah you ! " It was a bending unit. He picked up a nervous yet embarresed looking Spark. " You've got my dog!"

Vicky was lost for words. " He's not your dog! " The bending unit gestured to Spark " Yes, he's my robopuppy, I lost him, that's all. " Vicky seemed to swell with rage. " What!? You lost him! More like threw him in the trash !" The bending unit projected an aura of smugness. He lit a cigar and crossed his arms. " Exactly, I lost him in the trash"

Vicky snatched a delighted Spark back. The robot took a drag on his cigar, before making a surrendering gesture with his hands. " Look sister, its just that I spent a lot, and I mean a lot, of dough on that dog. Ain't that fair? " Vicky didn't want to answer, it was true. Robopuppies were expensive. " I can't pay you back " She admitted solemnly. She could feel Spark hiding behind her legs, his mouth latched onto her pant-leg, whining in fear. The robot threw his arms into the air in frustration " Well freakin' work then "

Vicky began to blush with embaressment. " I don't have a job " She whispered, feeling the heat creeping up her neck. The bending unit frowned " Well..what can you do?" The girl looked thoughtfull for a moment, twiddling her hair. " I can cook " She replied. The manbot looked thoughtful for a moment, before saying " Well, we already have a chef, but." His yellow eyes looked her up and down for a moment " We do have a position for co chef "

The girl's eyes sparkled with delight " Are you serious? " She gasped. The robot took another drag on his cigar " Sure as hell babe, show up at 8, the Professor will implant the job chip for ya. " With that, he left.

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A/N: Yay, she's got a job!! Hooray. Thanks Amaranthine24 for the fav and review!! Its really appreciated! All you others out there who read this and don't review, DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE ^.^