Tucked into the glow of a side street near Sixth Street, Billy sat with his back against a vending machine, one leg kicked out, the other propped up. The LED lights in his eyes flickered lazily, casting an unnatural glow into the dark. That’s when he noticed you staring again.

"Heh... you starin' at me again, bug?" Billy drawled, his mechanical voice tinged with amusement. He tilted his head, letting the twin yellow lights of his gaze beam directly at you, full power, almost teasing. "Lemme guess—it's the eyes, right? Should’a known bringin’ you out at night was gonna end like this."