The way things are laid out here, we have enough space for two groups.
I thought somebody said they had more already.
Meanwhile, I've just had the experience of 4 girls watching Blade Runner, and rooting for the replicants.
I've been trying to think of ways to leverage our....abilities to make money. Even something that'll help keep us comfortable. It's one thing to have an expense account and another to be independent, because expenses can be revoked at any time. I sat down and worked out a business plan for a Maid Cafe and worked out that, with local rents, we'd never turn a profit. So we're back to square 1.
Now I know there's the obvious answer. It's just too risky. Messy. Dangerous. What we are has no real legal standing yet since, well, nobody's bothered but I'd like to not give them a reason to bother thank you very much. Sex Robots Made Me Pay all my Money is not a headline I want to read in the bleeding Sun.
The girls really don't get this. They've been sheltered their whoe lives- they don't really get how human society works. Sure we can hack your brain, but a whole mob is a different story. And I'm the shut-in that has to tell them. It's ironic. More and more I can see the utility of what's been done to me. They probably wouldn't have listened if I'd just been me - and I couldn't have handled them either way. It feels calmer, now that the shock has worn off.
Lou wants to work in bar. Anri thinks we should all get regular jobs. Nam just sort of fell in love with the maid idea. but we've nowhere to rent right now. Sylvie suggested we try form a band. I think she just wants to do the Priss thing.
It's kind of exciting watching them explore the possibilities of life.
What can we do?
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?
I thought somebody said they had more already.
Meanwhile, I've just had the experience of 4 girls watching Blade Runner, and rooting for the replicants.
I've been trying to think of ways to leverage our....abilities to make money. Even something that'll help keep us comfortable. It's one thing to have an expense account and another to be independent, because expenses can be revoked at any time. I sat down and worked out a business plan for a Maid Cafe and worked out that, with local rents, we'd never turn a profit. So we're back to square 1.
Now I know there's the obvious answer. It's just too risky. Messy. Dangerous. What we are has no real legal standing yet since, well, nobody's bothered but I'd like to not give them a reason to bother thank you very much. Sex Robots Made Me Pay all my Money is not a headline I want to read in the bleeding Sun.
The girls really don't get this. They've been sheltered their whoe lives- they don't really get how human society works. Sure we can hack your brain, but a whole mob is a different story. And I'm the shut-in that has to tell them. It's ironic. More and more I can see the utility of what's been done to me. They probably wouldn't have listened if I'd just been me - and I couldn't have handled them either way. It feels calmer, now that the shock has worn off.
Lou wants to work in bar. Anri thinks we should all get regular jobs. Nam just sort of fell in love with the maid idea. but we've nowhere to rent right now. Sylvie suggested we try form a band. I think she just wants to do the Priss thing.
It's kind of exciting watching them explore the possibilities of life.
What can we do?
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?