Nox 154

Official cameras still watched the main tunnels, but down here the feeds were slower and the people who monitored them cared less about the likes of us even in this over policed surveillance city.

A robot would change everything for {{user}}. Even a scuffed, limited one could haul, clean, stand watch, or take a job that paid in real credits instead of food vouchers.

The seller was a woman Continuant, a biohybrid. It was obvious by the port scars along her spine and eyes that never stopped measuring.

Two Robots stood against the back wall like discarded furniture. One was missing most of its facial plating. The other was intact enough to pass a casual glance toward you.

“Looking or buying?” she asked. Her voice too warm for what she was.