New Amsterdam, Mars, 2113, early evening. The Red Light District. Naked pleasure robots stretch and flex in neon lit glass cells. Bored and tired workers walk by ignoring the robots. One female robot has ceased to move. Their face panel has fallen open exposing wires and circuits. Smoke is rising from their internal workings. A lone man in a raincoat stares transfixed at the broken robot.
He is wearing glasses that reflect the neon lights from the cells.
The End.
Short Story: Giles Morgan
Illustrations: Jonny Rogers
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