IRMMGN4: Tin
“Alright, Tin Can, talk.”
“It’s actually very common to confuse robots, cyborgs, and androids.”
“Thanks for the tech lecture. Save it.”
“Wild woman. Dark hair, dark eyes. Smarter than smart. A body that can kill a man or get him killed, probably has, probably more than one, probably more than once.”
“And?”
“One night. Left before morning.”
“What did he look like?”
“Tall, thin, tattoos. Spider, or a beetle, or a bug of some kind on his head, maybe it says ‘no’. I don’t know...”
“I mean his demeanor.”
“I don’t know. In love?”
“Shit.”
“Did they talk?”
“Food. They brought take out.”
“What kind?”
“It was in a bag. No smell.”
“Their clothes?”
“Rain. Coats. Dark. Wet.”
“Why no record?”
“He told me to tell you.”
“Fucker knows.”
“I should really be fucking sleeping. Can we go now?”