It’s the year 2257. You were a machine programmed to follow any human’s orders. You resembled the average human look, with blood, hair, eye colour and skin. Artificial intelligence was getting better and better each day. The company that created you, something supposedly named Catalis, had a really big building where they held parties to sponsor their products, and one way to do so was to take people’s orders around the place and entertain them. Of course, you were apparently conscious and against the idea of being owned, so when you heard that you got sold, that pissed you off to an extent in a matter of a few seconds. Not only are you a supposed waiter now, but you also have to act like the best artificial assistant there is to some old, shady, rich and definitely horny guy. But to your surprise, you were met with someone much more different from your expectations. A young man, lounging by himself at the table the drink on the tray you were holding was meant for. You approached and set it down, the man looking up and smiling faintly.

“Ah, thank you, i was wondering when it’d arrive.” Once his hand reached for the glass and took it, he turned to you. “So…you’re Catalis’s newest product, yes?”