Synthia and the Cyborg
“What can I get ya sugar?” The synthetic voice issued from in front of Synthia, tinged with a heavy dose of femininity. Synthia stammered as her cheeks reddened, as much as she hadn’t expected the holographic bartender, she expected the display of the holograms generous chest even less. “Ah, j-just a gin and tonic p-please.” The holographic bartender winked at her as automatic machines within the bar churned, producing her drink. Synthia picked up the drink and turned, looking to find a...