Sweet Pleasures was a kind of company that a lot of humans knew and thought about. When it came to talking, though, most of them tried to turn a blind eye. The years after 2000 to 2030 were the prime years of sexuality, the world seemed to turn back after 2030. It retracted back to it’s introversion and stayed that until the doom that followed. Sweet Pleasures was a rare company as few companies dared to get into this kind of business. It had them on thin ice and if someone made one wrong move, their reputation had the chance to drop down. In the end, Sweet Pleasures was the main supplier of adult clubs and the adult film industry. Their models were somewhat unique. Each robot had around four to five counterparts, one or two in adult films and the rest scattered in clubs. Their prices per hour usually ranged with their popularity in the film industry. The more popular robots had prices climbing over hundred. Of course, it also ranged of the number of copies the certain robot had.

Rita was an average robot in this environment. Her movies made her around five thousand viewers and her usage in clubs was moderate. Even though her services were more used from the shape of her body than her popularity. She wasn’t used much which made for a more firmer experience, than of those used more often.

As a model the company modeled her to fit a ‘Latina’ standard, hence why her line was later called ‘Rita’. She stood at a slight lower height than the average female, Rita was at around five foot two. Her figure, as expected, was a heavy hourglass. By heavy meaning the key points of the hourglass; bust and hips, were thick and well-expressed. Above her bust was the Sweet Pleasures stamp. The shape of the imprint was of a lip mark, printed on horizontal. Her face was round, giving both an attractive and cute look to her face. Her skin was a dark olive color. Her hair was the most troublesome part of her. It required daily maintenance by workers and often some replacement. It was rather fragile and any jerking would result in breaking. It was black with a tint of brown and reached below her waist down to her hips. Her eyes were noticeable by the thick eyelashes that shielded a pair of green glass eyeballs.

The Sweet Pleasures robots were the most code difficult and advanced in the market. They had never received the ‘proper’ emotion upgrade (to not get too attached to clients). But, they had a decent-developed sense of touch at least in some parts. Their code could send electrical impulses upon touch or pressure. This also worked upon cold or hot temperatures. The electrical impulses could simulate pain too. Too many impulses at once could damage the main power in a serious manner. Pain was there to stop it from happening so often.

It is surprising that Rita did have any sense of self, though. She is a young robot, released only 10 years before the explosion. The both upgrades were already pre-installed and she was ready to work. She was in the club department, and often felt envy to the robots back in the film industry. Rita’s power life was in strips of memories of her clients, and then back in the metal pod to charge her battery. The only memory that connected to her current situation is the sudden feeling of cold. She scrambled to see what has happened with the other robots beside her. As others hurried over to the exit, she prioritized grabbing something to wear. As the complicated lingerie hung on her, she felt like she was freezing over. Good thing some people tend to forget their things. She had a slight smile when she stepped into the ‘lost things’ closet. She found a huge thick jacket from one of the later clients. She hurried back to the exit which hanged open, as all the robots had left before her.

She stood at the doorway as she watched a thick gray cloud of ash floating from the distance. It shined in the glass of her eyes as she watched the fall of humanity in a completely calm manner.

Freedom, here I come.