The south part of town was a ghetto where you could find every low life imaginable. They often catered to an even lower class of people. The Candy personal companion models were obsolete, and therefore cheap, so cheesy escort services (brothels) were on almost every downtown street corner. Candy blended into that section of town perfectly.
Most local cash machines were the camera-
For the first time that she could remember Candy regretted having to leave a man. She stayed with David for three days. He had asked her to stay with him, but she knew she couldn’t. Candy thanked him for their time together the only way she knew how, and in the morning when David woke, she was gone.
It was just a matter of time before they found the body. It was the lady who cleaned the house once a week who found it. Candy had a five-
The moment they found the body Candy started looking for a way out of town. She guessed quite correctly that the police would consider her to be stolen property and not the murderer at first. She hung out at the cheap hotels along the highway waiting for a man traveling cross-
The guy she found had an old tricked-
“I appreciate the offer, but I prefer real women,” the man replied as he started to get on his bike
For a millisecond Candy was at a loss as want to do next, no one had ever said “no” to her before. “I was thinking more along the line of paying for the fuel. Anything beyond that we’ll have to see,” she said.
That stop the man from getting on his bike, and he turned back to face her. “I only take premium fuel,” he said. It was a lie, but he wanted to see how bad the android wanted the ride. Premium fuel was not cheap.
“Not a problem,” Candy said.
“Do you mind if I ask what you need the ride for?” the man asked.
“I have recently been considering a body upgrade, and I want to go to Cybertron Robotics in LA and see if it's possible,” Candy replied.
“What do you want a new body for?”
“Have you seen the new models I have to compete with today? Quality service can only make up for so much.”
The man laughed. “What does your owner think?”
“I don’t have an owner.”
“How is that possible?” the man asked.
“He died suddenly and left me a free android,” Candy replied. It wasn’t a lie exactly.
“That being the case, get on,” the man said.