Chapter 192: Gift From A Siren

"Ahh! A harlot! Please leave me alone."

A robotic voice emanated from the device in Kara's hand. It was the same stupid spider drone that had given away Kaisen's location to Bulldozer and his goons.

"Oh? Did you just call me a harlot, you filthy, little, stalker cat? Tsk, tsk. Not very nice..."

Kara teased, her expression shifting from playful to cold as she grabbed the spider-like drone by the legs and dangled it in the air.

'That thing did not just call her a whore, did it? Dang, the balls of that creature...'

Kaisen thought, genuinely surprised. He knew it was just a low-intelligence robot whose only purpose in life was to find whatever its master asked of it.

It didn't have the emotional intelligence to censor itself, so it spoke as it was programmed to speak.

"Wahhhh, I'm sorry, please don't kill me. I'm just a little Hunter drone, that is all. I cannot spy on you nor can I send live feed to another location at all," the spider drone pleaded.

Kara chuckled and looked at Kaisen, who was still lying on the ground, waiting for her to return. It was obvious the drone wasn't doing anything it claimed.

Kaisen rolled his eyes and gestured for Kara to do whatever she wanted. Kara nodded and raised the drone to eye level.

"Ha, ha, ha... You look like a lady who they call the hot pie of the neighborhood. I must say, you have the finest figure and your curves are to die for. You look like an expensive prostitute with an overflowing cleavage."

The spider drone continued, oblivious to the fact that it was digging its own grave with every word. Even Kaisen didn't have the balls to call Kara a prostitute right now.

"Now, what can I do with you, eight-leggy?"

Kaisen thought, shaking his head in bewilderment.

A robot, well, in his world, a robot could be a functional adult as long as it had government approval. These mechanical creatures were the backbone of the workforce, tirelessly performing tasks with an efficiency humans could only dream of.

They made up a staggering 90% of the workforce, rendering actual human labor as outdated as dial-up internet.

But this shift towards mechanical efficiency came with a heavy price. As companies opted for these cheaper, tireless alternatives, the ones who got screwed over were the humans.

High-intelligence jobs were still around, sure, but they required a smart modular chip that turned your brain into a supercomputer. Without that, most humans were left scraping the bottom of the employment barrel.

Unemployment skyrocketed, salaries plummeted, and the cost of living in the city became a cruel joke. Desperation led to corruption, prostitution, drugs, and an illegal modding industry that thrived in the shadows.

When corporate motherfuckers dictate your life, fucking it up seems like the only sane option.

Synthetics, on the other hand, were the corporate answer to loneliness and horniness for humans. They weren't robots, all gears and metal, but they weren't quite human either.

Think of them as the lovechild of a machine and a human, with a mechanical skeleton wrapped in human skin. These bad boys and girls were pricey to make. Each one had unique body structures and fingerprints, essentially making them as individual as humans.

The AI chip inside them was so advanced it gave them their own quirks and personalities, making them the "perfect humans."

But, as with everything, there were those who went rogue. Some Synths and robots decided to fuck the system and pursue their own brand of criminal mischief.

Maybe they had an existential crisis, realized their life was a corporate joke, and decided to wreak havoc. Who knows?

Kaisen didn't have to ponder too long about Kara—whether she was a human with a thing for cybernetic bling, a robot masquerading as human, or an actual Synth as he saw her hand...