Ethan's voice called out to him from the confines of the kitchen. "It's amazing how easily you can get used to fucking one of those things."

"Really?" Jonathan cringed slightly under the assault of too much information. His gaze skittishly darted around Ethan's poorly-lit loft, eventually settling on a deactivated android dressed in a kittenish maid's uniform. Unidentified stains decorated frilly swathes of white lace.

"Oh yeah! Feels real and everything. Even on the inside. They think of everything these days. Bobby bought me one as a joke after Marlene left. Best thing he ever did. Hey, you want a beer? Dude?"

Jonathan froze as synthetic tendons twitched in the distance.