lounge

@stefanie scott The busy day of an android is never complete. Although created and raised just like other sentient beings, they never receive the same amount of respect and care as those considered to be of a ‘higher conscious’ state than the androids. Their incredibly quick minds and wits, speedy calculations, and higher functionality make them desirable to most employers — and inevitably overworked and highly underpaid. The only break Ashley had been given in the past sixteen galactic days was when she had to recharge. Once her battery reached a sufficient level, she was sent right back to work.

Tonight, however, was different. It was slower. There were fewer patrons, and a lot more down time. It was odd for this time of week and day, but, really, who was complaining — other than the guys running the office who were probably going to be butthurt about not making bank this evening.

A few customers came in here and there — most of them familiar faces to the robot with near-photographic memory, but there were a few new faces, or simply less-familiar faces that Ashley had yet to put a name to. One of them in particular was a girl who seemed to be a few years younger than Ashley so far as her biological appearance was concerned. But really — in a space station with thousands of species running around, it was difficult to pinpoint the age of any one of them. Some who looked 30 among one species could appear to be 1,000 in other, longer-lived, species.

Ashley had a strong habit of getting to know all of the customers here. It made her job much easier, and she just liked talking to everyone to get to know them better. So, when this girl came in, she immediately caught Ashley’s attention. The robot made her way to the girl, ready to put some information about her in the designated data file in her internal storage. “Hello, and Welcome to the Intergalactic Lounge. My name is Ashley Choi, and I’ll be your host for this evening,” It was the same professional greeting to every new customer, and it got old really quick. If Ashley didn’t want her circuits messed with, though, she had no choice but to recite them the same way every time. “What can I get for you?” She offered her practiced smile and waited to hear the girl’s response.

@ashley choi Stefanie walks into the lounge, quietly wondering how she ended up coming here alone. It was a quiet Thursday afternoon, or what would have been Thursday if there was a sun to revolve around and keep track of that. Stefanie kept track of the days with a little artifact from the days of planet Earth.
The neon lights in the lounge burn stefanies eyes as she enters from the brighter more fluorescent lighting of the halls. She quietly finds a seat in one of the space leather chairs, she had forgotten what creature the material came from, but it was high price no doubt, and she looked around the room.