FYOP/The Adventures of Alice/0002
Alice crept with her back against the wall away from the hall with the men; then when she thought she was at a safe distance, she booked it. She ran as fast as she could, ducting down corridors, and avoiding frozen figures, until she got to the stairwell and pushed through the door.
The stairwell was empty as far as she could tell. On the wall the number 17 was written, and a sign that read, “Warning: Do not remove the pleasuredroids from their respective floors. Doing such will result in revoking of membership.”
A voice came over an intercom,
“People please be advised that floors 16, and 17, are currently undergoing maintenance and are off limits. This should take a few hours. Please be aware that it will be moving to 15 and 14 after that. We’re sorry for the inconvenience.”
Alice leaned against the wall, and thought for a moment.
“I am a pleasuredroid.” She wasn’t sure if this was deduction on her part, or just data she could access now that her sleeper protocols were down; but she knew it to be true. The knowledge was strangely a relieving. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her.
“This is a robot brothel, where people live out fantasies, and I’m part of an office girl one,” She continued, “The reason I never had a relationship with Tiffany is because we’re programmed to pleasure clients and not each other.”
Alice was at a loss as to what to do now, if they found her they’d probably strip her of her new found awareness. Should she try but escaping, or hiding, or something else? What should she do?