Connor sat nervously in the passenger seat of Hank's car, he was unsure of how the man would react. Hank had proved several times throughout their investigation to be irrational and emotionally unstable. Still, it was a risk he was willing to take to cheer the man up. It had been 2 weeks since Hank had asked him to stay and while he enjoyed the company, he grew tired of Sober Hank's complaining. Alcohol would not be a good resolution, but Connor had thought of something better.
Purple and pink lights soon shined into the windows of the car as Hank parked. "Would you care to explain why the hell you wanted us to come to 'Eden Club'? Connor I'm asking you a ques--". "My research says that the latest data analysis shows 67% percent of unmarried men perfer the company of a Tracy. That percentage is even higher for unmarried men above 50." Hank stared at him for a minute before laughing.
"Oh fuck, my robot is trying to say I need to get laid. How quickly your life plummets after retirement." Connor turned and tried to give a reassuring smile before placing his hand on Hank's knee. "With all due respect sir, I think it would be best for you to get a physical release, in hopes of that maybe resulting in a general better state of mind."
Hank grabbed his hand and tossed it back at him. "You know, the one thing that hasn't changed about you is that smart mouth. You should really work on that if you want to intergrate with humans." Hank opened the door and Connor followed behind.
The inside of 'Eden' was the same as last time. Dozens of perfectly sculpted androids prancing around in barely any clothing. "I guess even with freedom, an android still has to make a buck, right Connor?" Connor was connected to a male dancer a few feet over, ignoring him, till finishing up and stepping back over. "It would appear that most businesses are weary about hiring androids,
So hundreds are turning up at Eden in search of quick money. Hank shook his head,"That will definitely get it rock hard." Connor gave him a puzzling look. "It was sarcasm Connor."
Connor smiled, "Right, pick out any Tracy you want sir, or as many. It's on me." "Alright, give me some time to look around." Connor nodded and stepped away. Fuck I can't believe he brought me here. Hank walked up to the desk and was greeted by a blonde android with huge breasts. "Hi, welcome to 'Eden Club', is there anything I can help you with?" He sighed, "Yes, I need help choosing a partner." The android smiled. "Certainly sir, what kind of features do you like? Light, medium, or darker skin tones? Blondes, brunettes, or exotic colored hair? What is your idea bust and hip measurements?" He paused not sure what to say. "What about dominant or submissive? We also have models designed with special traits. Do you like vocal? Silent? Or what about a model comfortable with your wildest taboo desires?" He was completely caught off guard by this process. Hank looked over at Connor, who was chatting with a pink haired Tracy. It looked like she was showing him how to change his hair color back and forth."
"Perhapes I misread your desires. We have a very wide selection of Toms as well. Although I'm not sure that model works here." Hank turned quickly to face the blonde. "What!? No- that's my friend... he brought me here." The girl laughed. "Perhapes you may find it more comfortable to go home and explore those possibilities."
Hank felt himself growing annoyed with the android. "He's not a Tom. His model was designed to work along side police investigations. You know what, I'm actually not even sure why I'm still entertaining this fucked up place." Hank turned to leave, but the blonde had one last thing to say. "It doesn't matter what he was designed for, he still can engage in sexual relations. Cyberlife designed all of it's models with basic sexual features. The majority of the androids that have shown up here for work aren't even escort models. Most of us fled to Canada. The models you see here were nannies, construction workers, office aids, nurses." Hank looked around, astounded by the information he learned. Why would Cyberlife make all their models able to function sexually? He left the desk and started towards to the door. "Hank, where are you going? You haven't chosen a Tracy yet?" He wasn't in the mood for Connor's persistence. "Come on, we are leaving. I've had enough of 'Eden' for one night."