without drinking it. Damian took several long
sips before he nodded to Lina.
Lina cleared her throat. She
took a small remote control out of her pocket and pressed a button
on it.
The lights in the room
dimmed. Soft, peaceful music could be heard coming from a speaker
in the room. The androids in the glass boxes seemed to come to life
abruptly, raising their heads and looking around their
boxes.
“I am pleased to present to
you the twelve product lines of Adventis Androids Merchandise,”
Lina said, in a clear, precise voice. “Beginning with our first
android, model 678 from the World’s Best Teachers line.”
The door on the first glass
box opened and its occupant stepped outside. She was a tall female
android dressed in a blue button-down shirt, a shabby tweed skirt,
and plain brown shoes.
“We foresee this line being
incredibly popular when it is released. Androids are able to
maintain strict standards and quality consistency while they are
teaching, two things that our national school system desperately
needs. This particular model, Miss Mildred, has been testing very
well in the Adventis daycare.”
Miss Mildred walked back
into her box, its door closing behind her. The second glass box
opened. The android that stepped out dressed in a white doctor’s
coat, with a stethoscope around his neck.
“Our Miraculous Medics
line,” Lina said. “The androids in this line have the ability to
perform surgeries and diagnose illnesses with faultless accuracy.
Their introduction into the medical force will no doubt ease the
burdens of countless overcrowded hospitals in the
country.”
The Medic android returned
to his box. The android in the third box was tall, muscular, and
dressed from head to toe in camouflage. He had an assault rifle on
his shoulder. As he stepped out of his box, he saluted Damian and
then stood rigidly at attention.
“The Super Soldiers line,”
Lina said. “Adventis’s hope is that the senseless waste of human
lives will end once the government starts making use of these
androids in combat. Their loyalty is unwavering because it’s
programmed. Their martial skills are aided by the latest
technological advances. And when one falls, another one can
immediately take its place.”
The fourth android was
wearing a dark business suit and carrying a briefcase.
“The Corporate Clones line,”
Lina said. “You might have already seen a few of them walking
around the building. They’re designed to fill gaps in the work
force and to perform any task needed by any kind of corporation
with panache and knowledge. They’re programmed with business acumen
and superior negotiating and communication tactics.”
The fifth android who
stepped out of the glass box was dressed in a police uniform,
complete with a badge and a gun at his side.
“This is model 457 from the
Hero Patrol line,” Lina said. “Once they are released they will aid
the police force in every city in the nation. They’re programmed to
monitor crime everywhere they go, and to devise ways to combat it.
They can also be used in the private security sector.”
The sixth android was
Miranda, dressed in her maid’s uniform. She smiled blandly at Luke
as she stepped out of her glass box.
“Miranda, one of our
Fantastic Domestics,” Lina said. “We predict the Domestics line as
being the most lucrative one out of all twelve lines. People all
over the country need hired help that they can trust. Nobody can
clean, cook, and upkeep a household better than a Fantastic
Domestic.”
The seventh android was a
small child with brown braids, dressed in a pink jumpsuit and
carrying a jump-rope.
“This line may generate some
controversy, but we believe in it,” Lina said. “This is Lucy, one
of our Adoptable Angels. Adoption is extremely hot right now. We
believe there are would-be parents all over the country who want to
adopt a child but may not necessarily have all the resources to
fulfil the chaotic needs of a living human child. Our
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