“It’s true,” the Man said to his Brother. “Everything you said is fucking true. The eyes, the blowjob, the, like… I saw the fuckin’ white light and everything. And she was totally cool about it afterwards. Put the glasses back on, winked at me as I walked out and got back to work.”
The sounds of pleasant classical music echoed through the large rooms, the sound of demurely excited conversation all around.
“I told you so,” said the Brother. “CORED units. They’re something else. I’ve met a few of them, in a bunch of different cities. Try patting her on the ass. They love it.”
“Okay, okay,” their Other Brother chimed in, richly curious, “what is a CORED unit?”
His Brother explained; “They’re these… people, I think, or maybe they’re androids? I’ve never been able to tell. They look like normal people, but they’re not. You say a CODE word to them and they turn into ravenous sex sluts.”
Delight lit up the Other Brother’s face. “What is the CODE word?”
The conversation lapsed temporarily. The word carried a weight to it. The atmosphere of the parlor remained warm and ambient.
“If you really wanna have fun with them,” he went on, “try sneaking the word CORE into conversation. It turns them on.”
His breath became heavier.
The Man had been staring off into space for some time.
“I dunno, though, it’s like… When I looked in her eyes… She was a kind of happy that I don’t even have words for. It’s like…
“I wanna be her.”