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Adoptable
Angels are designed to fill that hole in a mother’s heart, without
straining the wallet or family resources. They are programmed for
good behavior, and they will never age past their current age of
ten.”
    The eighth android was
dressed in a construction worker’s outfit, with a hard hat on his
head.
    “Our Blue Collar Workers
line,” Lina said. “Once the Blue Collars start working on dangerous
construction sites, we think that the accidental deaths of human
workers will be decreased greatly. They are programmed with immense
physical strength and endurance. They are capable of building a
high rise in half the amount of time it would take human
workers.”
    The ninth android was
dressed in a nurse’s outfit.
    “Our Tender Loving
Caregivers line,” Lina said. “These androids are meant for
childcare and the care of the elderly. We think this line will be
nearly as popular as the Fantastic Domestics.”
    The tenth android was
dressed in a plain smock and safety goggles.
    “This line is one of our
ways of pleasing our corporate partners,” Lina said. “The Worker
Bees line. They’re designed to perform well in an assembly line in
a factory, or in a regular run-of-the-mill shop or big store.
They’re basically shift workers, programmed with the intelligence
of the average human being who works at Target or
Wal-Mart.”
    The eleventh android was
dressed in a hazardous materials outfit.
    “The Haz-Mat Handlers line,”
Lina said. “These androids are designed to withstand extreme
temperatures and toxic surroundings. We thought they might be
useful to companies who are presently using live people to work
with hazardous materials.”
    “But we’ve saved the best
for last,” Damian said with a grin.
    Lina looked
amused.
    “I’ll let you do the
honors,” she said.
    Damian pressed a button on
the floor and a slit in the ground opened. A long pole rose out of
the hole. The peaceful background music changed to a thudding,
sensuous electronic beat.
    A dark-eyed female android
dressed in a red bikini sashayed out of the twelfth box. She wore a
bright blue wig that fell to her shoulders. She prowled up to the
pole and began dancing around it seductively.
    “The Guilty Pleasures,
adult-themed line,” Damian said. “All female androids, designed to
entertain in a variety of ways. I call them X-droids. But they’re
not sex toys, they’re entertainers. This is Brigite.”
    Brigite left the pole and
walked up to Luke. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began
gyrating against him.
    Luke turned his head and
looked over her shoulder at Damian.
    “How will you keep androids
like her from being misused by humans?” he said.
    “There’s an electric shock
system built into each X-droid,” Damian said. “Anyone who tries to
mess with them will get zapped. But only if they’re doing something
that’s prohibited by the X-droid’s programming.”
    Brigite finished dancing
close to Luke. She brushed his face with her hand and then walked
back to her glass box.
    “So that’s it, Damian,” Lina
said.
    “What do you think, Luke?”
Damian said.
    “Your androids are
products,” Luke said. He did not say the word in a complimentary
tone. “Products are made to fill a purpose. Going by that
definition, they are competent.”
    “But you can help us
transform them,” Lina said. “Elevate them beyond being just
products. Right?”
    “I am an android and,
despite the differences between myself and them, they are androids
as well,” Luke said. “I will do what is in their best
interest.”
    “And in the company’s,”
Damian said.
    “And in the company’s,” Luke
said.

Chapter 13.
    When Luke let himself into
his room at the end of the day, he was surprised to see Miranda.
She was standing in the center of the room, ironing a white shirt.
Her long legs protruded beneath her maid’s uniform. A stack of
shirts rested on the white couch beside her.
    Luke watched her for a
moment until she detected