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pleasure droids?”
“I… I don’t know. I guess I feel a little sorry for them.”
“They’re robots,” I interjected.
“I know that; and I know they don’t have feelings, other than those that have been programmed into them, but it’s a sad ‘life.’ We had the older models, the CS90s, before these. Those girls were worn out by the time the owner replaced them. As a tech—both environmental and programming—I spent a lot of time with them. I really developed a connection with them.”
“Are you this empathetic toward human prostitutes?”
“No. My girls didn’t ask to be designed as a sex slave. The humans have a choice.”
I chuckled. “That’s certainly not the case about most of the human prostitutes that I’ve met. Circumstances have basically forced them into their role.”
“But, they can leave,” she countered. “Start a new life somewhere else. Go to school and get an education, work at a grocery store, whatever. If it got bad enough, they could even kill themselves. Robots can’t do that; they’re stuck and their programming doesn’t allow self-termination.”
“Hmm, I hadn’t thought of it in quite those terms before,” I admitted.
“Most people don’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not advocating suicide. I’m just saying that there are options available for humans that aren’t there for robots.”
I agreed with her. Suicide was a choice, although not a good one.
The conversation had gotten way off track. “Okay, fair enough. Getting back to the questions in my notebook, what time did Mr. Wolfe come in last night?”
She searched her thoughts. “Mmm, about eleven I guess.”
“How long does he usually stay?”
“Two or three hours. It depends on whether he bought the Amplify or not.”
“Amplify?” I flipped a page and looked at my notes on The Digital Diva. “I thought your club lost its permit to carry that particular aerosolized erectile dysfunction drug?”
“We had a problem with the city’s paperwork last year, but we do have a permit for it now if you’d like to see it. And, we follow state and federal protocol to ensure that the client knows the risks associated with ED drugs.”
I’d have to check with the permit office to make sure the Diva was in compliance and currently licensed. The department’s file on the club may not be updated with the most current information. “Did Mr. Wolfe often use ED drugs?”
“Not always,” she admitted. “Sometimes he’d purchase an aerosol from me and then take his chosen girl back to the bedroom. Maybe he just needed a little more oompf occasionally.”
Aerosolized erectile drugs were part of the long list of over-the-counter drugs that anyone could sell these days without a medical degree. As long as the establishment had paid for a drug-dispensing permit, they could provide anything on the list and charge whatever price they wanted to. I imagined that sex clubs made a pretty penny on their drug sales.
“Did he always buy Kelly?”
She frowned at my choice of words. “Not at first. He purchased blocks of time with different girls, but for the past three or four months, he’d been exclusive at our club with Kelly.”
I nodded. Apparently, he’d taken a liking to the robot. “Is that typical? That a client goes to the same girl over and over?”
“It depends. I’d say it’s fifty-fifty.”
I smirked. “The married guys must go after a wide variety of women, ‘cause they only get the one at home, huh?”
“That’s a shallow way of looking at things, Detective. Yes, many of our clients are married, but they don’t come to the club to ‘get away’ from their wives, as you seem to think. They come for all sorts of reasons and we provide for them in whatever capacity they need. We have several men who come to the Diva who don’t even have sex with my girls; it’s all about the companionship for them. About half the married men whom I talk with while they wait tell me that their wife
“I… I don’t know. I guess I feel a little sorry for them.”
“They’re robots,” I interjected.
“I know that; and I know they don’t have feelings, other than those that have been programmed into them, but it’s a sad ‘life.’ We had the older models, the CS90s, before these. Those girls were worn out by the time the owner replaced them. As a tech—both environmental and programming—I spent a lot of time with them. I really developed a connection with them.”
“Are you this empathetic toward human prostitutes?”
“No. My girls didn’t ask to be designed as a sex slave. The humans have a choice.”
I chuckled. “That’s certainly not the case about most of the human prostitutes that I’ve met. Circumstances have basically forced them into their role.”
“But, they can leave,” she countered. “Start a new life somewhere else. Go to school and get an education, work at a grocery store, whatever. If it got bad enough, they could even kill themselves. Robots can’t do that; they’re stuck and their programming doesn’t allow self-termination.”
“Hmm, I hadn’t thought of it in quite those terms before,” I admitted.
“Most people don’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not advocating suicide. I’m just saying that there are options available for humans that aren’t there for robots.”
I agreed with her. Suicide was a choice, although not a good one.
The conversation had gotten way off track. “Okay, fair enough. Getting back to the questions in my notebook, what time did Mr. Wolfe come in last night?”
She searched her thoughts. “Mmm, about eleven I guess.”
“How long does he usually stay?”
“Two or three hours. It depends on whether he bought the Amplify or not.”
“Amplify?” I flipped a page and looked at my notes on The Digital Diva. “I thought your club lost its permit to carry that particular aerosolized erectile dysfunction drug?”
“We had a problem with the city’s paperwork last year, but we do have a permit for it now if you’d like to see it. And, we follow state and federal protocol to ensure that the client knows the risks associated with ED drugs.”
I’d have to check with the permit office to make sure the Diva was in compliance and currently licensed. The department’s file on the club may not be updated with the most current information. “Did Mr. Wolfe often use ED drugs?”
“Not always,” she admitted. “Sometimes he’d purchase an aerosol from me and then take his chosen girl back to the bedroom. Maybe he just needed a little more oompf occasionally.”
Aerosolized erectile drugs were part of the long list of over-the-counter drugs that anyone could sell these days without a medical degree. As long as the establishment had paid for a drug-dispensing permit, they could provide anything on the list and charge whatever price they wanted to. I imagined that sex clubs made a pretty penny on their drug sales.
“Did he always buy Kelly?”
She frowned at my choice of words. “Not at first. He purchased blocks of time with different girls, but for the past three or four months, he’d been exclusive at our club with Kelly.”
I nodded. Apparently, he’d taken a liking to the robot. “Is that typical? That a client goes to the same girl over and over?”
“It depends. I’d say it’s fifty-fifty.”
I smirked. “The married guys must go after a wide variety of women, ‘cause they only get the one at home, huh?”
“That’s a shallow way of looking at things, Detective. Yes, many of our clients are married, but they don’t come to the club to ‘get away’ from their wives, as you seem to think. They come for all sorts of reasons and we provide for them in whatever capacity they need. We have several men who come to the Diva who don’t even have sex with my girls; it’s all about the companionship for them. About half the married men whom I talk with while they wait tell me that their wife
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