â€œOops!â€ a golden egg dropped from Yizzies mouth onto the glowing floor. â€œThere goes another baby!â€ she laughed and a skittering spider came with a dustpan to clean the mess. Raich pulled his eyes out and threw them halfheartedly at Yizzie before plugging his sockets into the curling white wall.
â€œYouâ€™re a fashion slut.â€ he said, and dialed up the sexual exploits of AmiAmi, the Lacronic music star. The spiders rushed to service him.
â€œDonâ€™t be so viral Raich, the duckling eggs are the New Thing! The capsule people love to see the gold drop from my mouth.â€ Raich wasnâ€™t paying attention. His body was gyrating under the sensory nodes, his extra parts swelling and expelling orange juice. Yizzie sighed and dialed into her audience, accepting their mechanic adulations.
â€œMmm!â€ she moaned, her green hair flashing with static sparks. â€œThey love me!â€
â€œYouâ€™re a slut.â€ muttered Raich between gasps as the spiders swirled over his pale body.
Yizzie giggled and removed her top, the first request of the morning. Her breasts greeted a thousand screens. She licked her finger. â€œSomeone has to pay the tax.â€ Yizzie said, shaking her chest. â€œWhat you do doesnâ€™t make us anything but juice.â€
â€œAt least I donâ€™t whore myself.â€ He grunted and orange juice plopped on the floor, followed by a scrubbing spider. Raich fell backward to the sound of Lacronic melodies, landing on a cushion held by a hundred robotic limbs. â€œI only plug in for the music.”