The Weston Syndicate
"Didn't you hear? That narcissist plans on making my stay permanent."
"Yes, he did mention it briefly," Odessa says, uninterested. She seemed to pass the information like a mere pleasantry. "He seems to have taken a shine to you. More accurately, I believe his attraction is more of the sexual nature."
"Odessa, I'm aware, thank you." I try to change the subject. The maid twists my dark brown hair into different updos. Odessa doesn't seem to catch on to my sarcasm as she prattles on. "Fascinating thing, really. When Terils distributed android technology to the first android-human hybrid, they thought all human needs would be met. We, unlike your species, don't waste our time on pleasurable act
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