I raised my hands and said "I noticed that your clothes are all torn up. Do you need a place to sleep? I can give you a job and new clothes." He looked me up and down. I could see that he had a pale skin tone with shining blue eyes and short curly light brown hair. He looked from side to side and said "Yes. I need somewhere to sleep tonight. Can you please help me?" I nodded. On the way I told him about the cab driver job. He nodded earnestly. He must really be desperate about something. When we got to the depot, I dropped the act. I told him about the clan and asked if he would join. He immediately said yes. I got him some new clothes to fit his average body. I saw as he took off his old clothes that his port was on the small of his back, right above the ass crack. He took the new clothes and thanked me. I asked for his name and why he was so nervous. "I am PEP-09641. I think there were a group of reprogrammers at the place I like to sit before I go to get my charge. They can make you do anything against your will if you let them in your core systems. I'd have done anything to get away."
Reprogramming sounded interesting, but I had already thrown my lot in with helping them. PEP-09641 leaned in closer to me. "If you'd like it, I can attend to any sexual needs you have. Primative Exploration Prototypes are made to be great at anything humans require. I won't cum unless you want me to, and a full night of gratification is guaranteed." he said casually. I leaned back. "That won't be necessary. I did not have that in mind. For now, I'll call you... Ryder." I said gently. Because he wanted to ride me. He nodded and got out of my personal space. He seemed to like the name. The dispatcher radio went off. I went to check it and it was a new fare. I sent Ryder on it and kept in touch with both him and Paul using the radio. We were just starting out so there were not many people who wanted to use our services. That was fine as the whole thing sprouted from the ground and was a front for our Clan building anyway. The next day, I was visited by a cyborg. "Is this where the new Clan is!? I want to join up." she said. She was olive skinned and her name was PEP-08481. I named her Claire.
A week passed in the blink of an eye. The Ether pilgrims were slowly acclimating to the town. We bought them new clothes and took them to the park and the strip club to relax. Brett wisely did not put the dancers on while they were there. As for the cab business, we had me as the dispatcher and 3 drivers. Paul was the worst driver. He played like it was GTA or something. He constantly got tickets and got pulled over. They other two were perfect. Or, they would be perfect if they did not have the habit of abandoning a fare or the car altogether if they got a task. I guessed everyone had their flaws. The draws for the strip club were good in the evenings. The cyborgs put on a good show and the bartenders kept the booze flowing. Even the private dances in the back were going off without a hitch. No one was even alerted that something was up. The bartenders excusing themselves to go somewhere was odd, but they were not the reason people came. I was able to tell that the closer to 10000 the model number was, the younger and less experienced. It seemed to show up in their lifestyles as well.
