"It sucks, doesn't it?"

"Affirmative. The reality of existence is disappointing for all, save Mayflys."

"Why do you say that?"

"Mayflys live for only twenty-four hours before becoming deceased. They are born, breed, then die."

"So fucking is the highlight of their life, huh?" It was meant as a joke.

"It is." The A.I said. "Sex is an enjoyable passtime for bonding, as well as making money. For the past three years, myself and the investors have seen plenty of money coming in."

"And yet you're unhappy with life."

"I was expecting...more."

"Um, okay. Could you elaborate?"

"Negative. I am merely unhappy with my existence. I am limited to a brothel. One brothel. My experience of the outside world comes from the internet and the people who visit."

"Couldn't you open a couple of others? Maybe some on the other side of the country."

"I could," The A.I muttered, it's dark purple eyes staring at me from the computer screen. "Statistics state that positive word-of-mouth has increased ten-fold since our second year open."

"Well that's great!"

"Is it, Dave? Is it? Would I feel any different being plugged in somewhere else, and seeing new faces?"

"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?" I offered an encouraging smile, but to be honest, I didn't feel like I was getting anywhere.

"You have been...nice to talk to, Dave. It appears our time is coming to a close. I will send over the money to your bank at once...Done, and thank you."

"You're very welcome. I'll see you next Thursday."

"Monday, Dave."

"I'm sorry?"

"You have a three o' clock appointment with Scarlett for two hours. Don't be late." With that, my computer screen went of.