'Sexual attraction for humans is dictated by a reflex to engage in intimacy with others. This phenomenon can be influenced by physical cues alone, the way a human looks, moves, speaks an so on.
Romantic attraction may be described as deeper and yet may still be instantaneous, spurred on by feelings of wanting a relationship with another.
These two desires may appear together in a deep power of attraction.
The psychology of attraction is most peculiar to humans and is not possible to create in machines whose methods of attraction will only ever be programmed by logical conditions like advantage and successfully achieving goals, not feelings.
Human attraction for the most part is often nonreciprocal, whereas a machine programmed to give a human all it needs will often reap better results.'
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Jerome breaks an awkward silence, 'No *ishy, brother,' He stamped on another Scritter. 'Damn those nasty little *mudafinks!'
Renyke exits the concrete compound with Flex running anxiously behind.
The *robodog had waited patiently at the entrance and began wagging its tail and leaping around.
Renyke spots some graffiti with the Redact logo near an underpass. Maybeline crawled out of his coat and nudged his cheek for food.
'You sure you did the right thing brother?' asked Flex, who was now feeling agitated. His naive friend was likely to lead him into trouble. Perhaps it was time to take charge of the matter.
'Wheels is speed, wheels is protection my friend. We gonna stand out like *fucksyfools on the streets. People gonna target us! Words spread fast.' Flex explained still half running to keep pace.
'I can manage quite well,' said Renyke, 'You don't need to .......' Renyke trails off, distracted by a woman on the car roof.
She glanced over at Renyke.
'Oh well let's just go and ask her for her car then' said Flex.
'Are you mocking me?'
Renyke was genuinely unsure. He had always grappled with humour. Incongruous remarks always had to be analysed closely. A false analysis could be incompatible with overall provision of human satisfaction, which was paramount to his function in the world.
Mabel had used the word *nuke about some of her friends.
'I believe the woman to be nuke, explained Renyke, continuing with some confidence.
She exhibits a powerful energy, enough to engage a compelling force as I look on.
'Hahahahahaha.....' laughed Flex, that will make things worse, trust me, I have knowledge.
Tut, follow me,' sighed Flex reluctantly leading the way.
The woman was sitting on the roof of the car smoking a pipe and making smoke rings.
Renyke felt a momentary surge of something unknown deep inside him. Was it fear he wondered, Trepidation?
Things were not computing.
He checked the POS for his health levels.
...Normal activity presenting. 99.9% battery remaining. Nothing unusual to report.
But Renyke felt a strange fluttering feeling in his belly.
The woman sitting on the car whistled. 'Hey!'
'Like the coat! Cool *toggies. You wanna *swapsie-trade?'
The woman jumped off the car and lifted her fist for an air bump followed by an elbow bump, then a salute. Renyke tried to keep up but was cumbersome. He had seen these manoeuvres in old films on the *tellywebs but he had never actually performed them.
*'Wappens?' asked the woman in a strong accent.' Renyke guessed what she meant and said,
'I need transport, not far, just to Redact, do know that place?'
The woman laughed.....'Man like you, looks way too soft for the *guanty-travel.'
Renyke checks the POS.
'gaunty-travel'......colloquial, Zoners' slang roughly translates as a very dangerous journey
'But I can take to the second-zone, five miles nearer, then you gotta make your own ways,' she continues.
'What you go by?' she asks.
Renyke looks confused.......
'I'm Shabra. Lady of the Shadows, where I go no light follows, ya hear me soldier? I travel at night where there are no lights.'
'I'm Renyke,' he said, trying to decipher the poetry.
You wanna swapsie-trade the coat, or you got me somtin sweeta? I take nibs, bits.......1000 G-bits and you got me hired. But I like that coat too.'
'It's a good deal man, said Flex, 'good deal, five miles is five miles. We come too, me n the dog! I got no ties to this street.'
Flex looks at Shabra who sighs, 'Yeah yeah, whoever, no pipin' in my *vicular though.'
Renyke knows that Flex could be useful, and the robodog too. It was obedient and would do as it was told.
to be continued
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