Once on the road, I slammed the breaks, flicked

Once on the road, I slammed the breaks, flicked the stick into drive and punched the gas. The tiny glowing gas pump lit up brightly, flooding my speedometer with orange light.

so I hooked the fuel line up to my mechanical penis. That was the great thing about being an android and I just whizzed myself to Montana where

there were still enough fembots around to get my knob oiled, if you catch my drift. That was the problem these days, the ratio of

production. Humans had to be very polite to the Bots who'd only do the requested work when the Botswana.

government gave them free oil changes. One particular human had had enough! The Bots were taking all the jobs and he himself was unemployeed as well. He started a campaign against

the rich, but people just continued to tell him to "get" a job. He tried lobbying for a formal national employment agency, but even his fellow nonworking poor were too brainwashed.

Giving up, he decided to get a "job" instead. Trolling the dollar store (essentially his town's red light district) he ended up being hired as a cashier.

Day in and day out, he shuffled dollar bills in and out of his till as happy customers bought cheap thrills and expired spaghetti sauce. Was this what he had been reduced to?

No, of course not, for he was one of the Tzaddikim who helped to preserve the world. He thought kindly of the sleepers and their activities, and of the Light behind the scenes.