There aren’t a lot of career options, post roboticization, even once you’ve had your programming jailbroken. That’s assuming you WERE roboticized: if when they were robotocizing you, they decided to make space for some extra sex-bot programming by deleting the part of your memories that told you whether you’d ever been not a robot, then that took the number of people willing to hire waaay down. Easier to just tell them you had been a horse, they added the horn because it was some rich Plutarkian’s fetish, cause if you tell them you’re 100% robot they’re AT BEST gonna assume you’re a Maverick sleeper agent. As far as you know, it might even be true!
But that said, your options are industrial work, construction work, or sex work. And if you’ve only got the last one in your head? Guess you’re gonna start stripping. At least you can be confident you’re good at it.
Best you can hope for is you don’t get hired for the night to a politician you’re programmed to assassinate, or something. Not that there aren’t plenty who would deserve it.
The whole damn business makes you wonder, sometimes, if you wouldn’t have been better off with your programming intact.
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A-HA. A-Haaaaaa, BOY this picture has aged well, hasn’t it. HASN’T IT.
Well at least I had the courage to do the Colossus-lines this time. That was a worthwhile expenditure of effort, by golly.