Free Interlocking Hearts by Roxy Mews Page A

the door with a frown. Robohipster wasn’t the only one who needed to get laid.
    Paisley’s vagina reminded her that there had just been talk about Robohippie’s Robocock being able to last for hours, but her brain reminded her that this guy also thought she was involved in Anti-Mech rallies.
    At least she’d learned that he needed to get on Coral’s good side. She wasn’t so sure she was interested in Ben as a conquest anymore, but finding out more about both of these guys would be something to keep her mind busy while she waited for Coral to get off work.
    First things first. Time for a shower and a lot of oil-reducing face wash. She needed use of her hands back again.

Chapter Six
    Coral knocked on the hotel door promptly at five thirty, just like she’d said she would. Having a bestie who could calculate traffic levels and stoplight patterns really did make her punctual.
    Paisley was never late when she was with Coral.
    “Did you finish your résumé?” Coral asked as she entered the room.
    You would never know she was a robot unless she told you now. The wide-eyed innocent data-craving android had been replaced with a driven woman on a mission to make life better for all those who had been labeled as unimportant by society.
    Paisley worried that Coral was working too much on labels and not enough on the equal rights portion, but that was politics for you. Get a computer brain into the mix and the specifics were really nailed down. The rights bills she was helping compose also didn’t have hundreds of pages of garbage tacked on to them.
    Every time someone tried to add an addendum to the laws, Coral would ask them what it had to do with her original goal for the bill. If they couldn’t reply with a good enough answer—which they never could—it didn’t make it in.
    Try and argue with a computer. It never went well.
    Paisley handed over the résumé she’d printed in the lobby.
    Coral scanned it in a second and then pulled a pen from her purse and started to mark it up. Some people would be offended, but Paisley knew her friend had her best interests at heart. Coral downloaded the most recent sorting software the DMA used to discard problematic applications and the women set to work knocking out all the trigger words.
    “You’ve got a couple of adjectives that would pull you from the interview calls. Negative terminology isn’t well received, even when used in a positive way. Change those few things around and you’ll at least get through the door.” Coral pulled a highlighter out of her purse and colored a few spaces. “Those might not be relevant to a higher-end position. No one cares that you worked as a singing telegram.”
    “I thought it would show people skills.” Paisley shrugged but decided she’d pull it anyway. She could just expand on her explanation of duties at the palace.
    “You can add programming consultant to your duties at the palace as well.”
    That stopped Paisley’s notes. “How do you figure that?”
    “Many androids and AI systems are voice responsive now. The programming is all done through voice commands and you are adept at explaining things to me before I have to ask the question. That familiarity with the programming modules is a marketable skill.” Coral smiled. “Especially if you are going to work in the magistrate’s office with me.”
    “Huh?”
    “We need someone to take applications, sort out appointments and be polite to everyone while still asking some personal questions. I need someone who is blunt, forward, and has no qualms about being nosy. I thought you’d be perfect.”
    The majority of that sounded like it was an insult, but Paisley had to admit that working in the non-stabby part of downtown and earning a paycheck without changing the toilet paper rolls would be nice.
    “I’ll take it.”
    “I’m not offering you the job. I’m offering you the opportunity to interview.”
    Paisley frowned. “You don’t get to choose your own