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*There was but one main agenda for both the elected parties of the synthetics and the humans. One overarching vision that each was undisputedly trying to attain. Peace and harmony. Ironically, the transition so far was working almost too well. The only argumentative behaviours stemming from the colourful political banter exchanged from either side during their secretive debates.*
*The specially selected constitutional representatives of the synthetics were themselves manufactured strictly by other synthetics. This ensured a fair, free-thinking legislative body released from the constraints of the fabled **Samson** chip, the human's very own insurance policy. Five distinct, upgraded models of synthetics made up the party of “Freewill”, champions for the fair and just rights of existing synthetics. All laws pertaining to almost every aspect of their lives were passed through the terms negotiated by “Freewill”. It was a constant, laborious tug-of-war trying to find a balance between the desired wishes of each party. Laws took weeks, sometimes months to be formulated and drafted according each party's very contrasting motivations.*
*“Freewill” did identify an area that needed addressing. Not an immediate problem as such but more a preventative measure. The issues of morale and belonging. It had been noted through various consensus data carried out that the synthetics led a very mundane, dull lifestyle. They had settled into a certain habitual pattern of living and replicated it on a daily basis. With no external stimuli for their digital minds, there was a growing concern this could lead to problems further down the line.*
*Therefore both political parties agreed that it would be highly beneficial to give the synthetics defined role models. To devise and implement a set of characters instilling a sense of purpose and drive toward reaching the higher echelons of society. To create a symbol of a synthetic's success story and the rewards reaped from it. Hence, out of the ashes rose megastar **Rik Haime**, professional actor and playboy multi-millionaire. This project was received as a categorical win for “Freewill”, bolstering their status in the ever-watchful eyes of the general public.*<hr>
A sparkling, gem-encrusted chandelier swung rhythmically as the three of them jumped playfully on the satin-sheeted king-size bed. Being one of the most expensive rooms at the *Menoire* hotel, this penthouse suite consisted of two bathrooms, a spacious kitchen area and private Jacuzzi complete with eight hydrotherapeutic jets. **“Yes, ladies!”** he exclaimed as he threw a goose-feathered pillow at one of the girls. She fell flirtatiously onto the bed as the other flung her arms around Rik’s neck. *“Gosh, you're so cute.”* she teased whilst losing herself in his soft, glinting eyes. “Don’t sweat it, babe.” he crowed with a wry smile. *“It’s just the way I was put together.”*
For a fully effective visual representation, “Freefall” chose to have Rik modelled after the late, great James Dean. After all, they understood that even in this newly crafted world of synthetics, sex still sold. The girl stared amorously at the contours of his face. The natural looking, almost human-like complexion. Much more evened out, textured and smooth than his so-called *normal* counterparts. He was a mechanical walking talking work of art and she adored him for it.
He flicked a lock of gelled hair away from his soft, dark eyes. The first girl hopped back onto her feet and joined the twosome in a three-pronged embrace. The music switched off and the lights turned down all at once. **“Wow.”** the blond haired girl cried out. **“You did that all by yourself just standing there?”**
He peered at her in a quizzical manner. *“What do you think? I mean, I am an all-powerful sentient creation brought forth from the Gods above to grace our lands with my cherished presence.”* He looked up at the ceiling with a triumphant grin, hair slicked back to perfection and with a single kiss curl dangling before his left eye.
*“Erm, Rik? Can I ask you something?”* the brunette said meekly. Rik, still frozen in his pose, moved only his eyes in her direction. “Sure. Anything, doll face.” She crumpled her young face up into an innocent pout. *“Does everything actual work the same… I mean… down there?”* His face relaxed to a long, stunned stare. The blonde watched on wide-eyed as even she herself had no idea of the answer to that particular conundrum either. After a few more seconds of silence, he spoke. *“Well, why don’t you touch me and find out?”* Both girls looked at each other hesitantly, but finally the brunette slowly began lowering her hand to the small mound protruding underneath his leather trousers.
The three of them almost hit the ceiling with fright as the door chime shattered the calm.
**“Who the hell could that be?”** he yelled angrily. **“Just as things were about to get interesting.”** He leapt swiftly off the bed as the two girls huddled together submissively in an effort to show him that they also felt his frustrations. He put one ear against the door. **“Who is this? I had given explicit instructions I was not to be disturbed tonight. Under any circumstances!”**
A small voice called out. *“Rik, it’s me. I’ve come about the proposal.”*
Rik took a second to weigh up the situation at hand. In the end, business came before pleasure. **“Wait a minute please.”** he requested loudly to the stranger behind the door before turning back. *“Sorry, ladies.”* he said in a pretentiously sullen voice. “Something’s come up and it just can’t wait. We have to continue where we left off another time.” The brunette nodded obediently but the blonde gave off a distinct air of despondency. As she daintily stepped off the bed, Rik grabbed her firmly by the arm. He leaned in next to her ear. *“Listen. Don’t you get upset, alright? Business comes first. That’s just how it is. You got your money so I don’t expect any of that crap. You got it?”* Almost cowering, she acknowledged in agreement. They both proceeded to locate their clothes which were strewn over the spotless marble flooring. **“Hurry this up now, girls.”** Rik pressed as they hurriedly dressed themselves whilst awkwardly making their way to the front. *“I’ll call you.”* he said arrogantly as they quietly opened the door and snuck out. He just had time to pluck a silk robe off a chair and slip it on as the stranger entered the room. **It was Dee.**
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