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1. The Future of Gaming

Futafun Inc.

avatar on 2020-09-27 20:53:10

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As long as I had a place to be, it was fine to be. The reason it was so low was because several people were killed in or around the house. There was also a big drug bust there. It was so cheap, they were practically giving it away. It also happened to be all the way across town. I decided to go to the house. I walked there on my own and as soon as I got to the neighborhood, there was a drive by. I ducked behind a mail box as multiple people began shooting from a low rider. Others on the block returned fire and it was terribly loud. I was just a level 1 scrub. Any one of those bullets could kill me if it hit in the wrong place. After five minutes, the low rider sped off and the people on the street calmed down. I slowly got to my feet and made it to my house. I did not have the key and I would need to meet the realtor to have them give it to me. It took several hours. I was sat on the porch, bored out of my mind. I tried to look around, but everyone that I could talk to were giving me dirty looks. It was not going too well for me. I breathed a sigh of relief when the realtor gave me the key for the house.

Stepping inside, I saw there was no furniture. That was fine as I did not need to use it for anything except shelter. I could slowly furnish the house as time went on. When it was time to go to to work again, I taught my classes. I was teaching for a month when I was called into the faculty office and I could see there were some men and women in black suits with snow white shirts. They were all Adamu. One approached me and reached out his hand to shake. I gripped his hand. "I am very happy to meet you Dr. David Harper. I am the very low ranked Executive Vice President of the Conion Branch of Futafun Inc., Owen Bulq." He was smiling that corporate smile. It was very off putting to me. When he let go of me, he cleared his throat. "I was just barely able to convince the higher ups to allow us to build some prototypes of a pleasure droid." I smiled and said "I see. That does sound interesting." He nodded and said "Since the budget was not too big, I had to downsize on the talent and resources. You were perfect for the bill. You understand." I nodded.

He was obviously selling me short. "Totally. However, I have classes twice a week. As long as you understand." He looked a bit taken aback. He then nodded nervously and said "I'm sure an academic like you could take a sabbatical." He looked at the other faculty for approval. They did not seem likely to give in. "How about you arrange for a nice donation to the college? Charity is the way to the hearts of the masses." he scoffed and shrugged. I just smiled. "Yes. It seems that is the case." I then went with him to the facility. It was in a separate city. That meant we ended up taking a plane. I was also put in a suite in a five star hotel. All expenses were paid. I was put on a team of six. Since I had the most skill, I was put at the head. "Listen. We want to beta test and focus group three prototypes. You have some guidelines, but otherwise you have free reign. Of the three droids, one has to be male, one female and one intersex. They each have to have different skin tones-diversity stuff. One of the three must be Adamu though. Have fun with it! We expect good results." Owen instructed.




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