Setting: Flipsidz at Gridlok Central touring an entourage of porn stars and celebrities to the elite hub of his central nexus...
FlipsidZ: What can't match the diatomy of subjugation with a cross beamed correlation to an epiphony's epicenter?
Playground: The nucleus of nonsense Mr. Man...
Flipsidz: What have we tinkered today that has sparked your interest in a wind groundpound?
Playground: I want an android just like everybody else, except I can pay for one!
Flipsidz: Pay smay, it's all about access granted held at bay for us cybersweeps. You know how many assholes line up for what they think is better than a human companion?
Playground: Well I want a mimic and a parrot is too easy...I'm just really damn insecure or sumthing...
Flipsidz: Whoa there...we don't recollect and reprogram the living! That is our number one rule that is set as priority one to the robot business at large. A lot of things may change around here at Gridlok Junction, but this is only the hub, not the Torpedo Room.
Playground: Slikx sent you a postcard through me Flip...an invitation to the "ErotoKross", as in if you build it, he will come!
Flipsidz: Slikx is an asset and a liability at the same time, no one wants computer tech in sin...we have to regulate the sinsual...You know how much manpower it takes to build even one synthdroid?
Playground: Well we are more beauty bound than brains, ok.? That little rascal B-child must be on "Flintstone Kid's Amphetamines"?
Flipsidz: Or cracker jack cocaine...That is what everyone thinks about our prodigy. Nope the kid just lives on Taurine, Guarana, and an advanced computer junction to not stutter, like liquid butter!
Playground: Well give me some popcorn player...
Flipsidz takes the tour to the middle labaratory where Cannibal resides...
Flipsidz: Don't be thinking the game we play is all for little kids hombre. Here is our main autobiologist and logistical theorist tag named "Cannibal"...
Cannibal: People like you always take our creations for granted. They are best used to stimulate knowledge and wisdom among the highest sects of society's integration into the computer age, I call it the "Cyberlonian age of the turnip". No commercials here riding this horse...No gimmee gimmicks are gestating on our petri dish. Culture me a vulture if you have too!
Playground: So you are some kind of doctor dude right? Where is the material for the androids erected?
Cannibal: Tour is over with that info and an all access revoked if you really want that answer...homeslice!
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