Chapter 22: The Heart of a Machine
The Heart of a Machine
"It was right under my nose!" I spoke with excitement.
[Not every cargo is fully reported, after all.] Chloro said.
I knew from the blueprints that there was a storage facility here, but I hadn’t expected to find this. This was an android storage vault. There were robots, like serving robots or cargo drones, which had purely functional, non-human appearances.
There were humanoid robots, like security robots, but they still looked nothing like humans. And then there were these robots, completely different from the others, created to look exactly like humans and designed to serve.
These are androids, often referred to as "dolls." It’s obvious what their purpose is: services based on direct physical contact with humans. Yes, sex, of course. Although they can be used for other purposes, it's better to use robots specialized for those tasks. Why bother replicating human appearance and skin? It only drives up costs, complicates maintenance, and reduces durability.
“So, the reason there weren't any in the VIP area is because they were all waiting here.”
It doesn't make sense that a place catering to important people wouldn’t have attendants, does it? As sex partners, the first-generation dolls were passable, but the latest models are far better than any living woman. They can even help with housework or act as secretaries.
Of course, saying something like this in front of real women would be a huge mistake. Whether male or female, no one likes to hear that they can be replaced. It makes people feel uncomfortable. And if it threatens their livelihood, it sparks tremendous resistance. In fact, there were news reports almost daily about doll shops being targeted in attacks.