I discovered him, abandoned and alone, discarded by the dumpster in the alley behind Hooligans, a popular bar with the rich and/or famous of New Orleans. He barely had any clothes left on his slender yet muscular form, he had rips, tears and gashes, and he desperately needed a wipe down. Still, I recognized him on sight. The Angel Industries model five hundred, top of the line in the Bodyguard series, named Jordan.
All I had was my ten speed, and it would have taken entirely too long to go back for my scooter. By the time I’d have come back with it, the garbage men would have hauled him away. I’m sure I was a sight to see, straddling him on my bike, but it did the job. I managed to get him to my apartment. And surely I’ll find some use for a smoking hot, top of the line sex android.
Discarded…because one person’s trash might be another person’s treasure.