Oops.
“Try this one.” The unbothered vendor handed me ametalversion with a ridged surface that reminded me of a meat tenderizer.
“Uhhh…” I grimaced. “I’m not sure that’s safe for?—”
Pedro snatched it directly from the vendor, and the enrichment must have hit, as all that emerged this time was the sound of grinding metal and contented cooing.
“It cleans the teeth,” the vendor sagely explained while accepting payment from Ziggy. “And maintains incisor sharpness.”
Bitey enrichment.
I nodded in thanks before we moved on to the next stall. By the time we’d visited every vendor in the first row, I’d taken over baby sling duties, and Zig had star hopped three loads of purchases back to the ship.
What baby Pedro wants, baby Pedro gets.
While waiting for my man to return from his latest door dash, I stumbled upon a corner lot filled with robots of all shapes and sizes, fenced in by shelves of accessories and mods.
Is this a freakin’ droid shop?!
I had no idea why something like this was being offered in the bomb-egg sector, but I couldn’t seem to locate anyone in charge to ask what their purpose was.
Let’s be real, Imma want one anyway.
Some of the droids were basic, little more than geometric trash cans on wheels, but most were humanoid shaped. I was relieved none were covered in skin—since Iwasalone in this creepy back alley full of lifeless automatons—but I couldn’t stop my nerdy little engineering heart from beating a little faster at the sight of so much tech.
And I know someone else who’ll appreciate this…
Digging out my phone, I snapped a few photos of a bright gold, blinged-out model and immediately texted them to Gabe.
I’m thinking ‘bout recruiting a new crew member.
To no surprise—probably thanks to him being an actual psychic—Gabe replied almost instantaneously.
Earth Angel
Bruh, did you make that?! Is there anything you can’t do?
I smiled down at my phone, my cheeks heating at the thought of someone as impressive as Gabriel Suarez thinkingIwas cool.
I’m such a dork.
Pedro made a little trilling sound from within their nest, and I peeked inside, finding their enormous yellow eyes rhythmically blinking up at me, like a cat showing they were happy.
Gah! So cute!
Earth Angel
Dre wants me to ask if it’s a sex bot
I could clearly picture Gabe’s twin lurking over his shoulder, reading his texts while inserting himself into everyone else’s business, as usual.
He should know by now that I clap back.
It is. Now, Dre has someone to play with the next time you come visit.
Unless he wants to take Ziggy up on his offer…
Earth Angel
