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The Hub: Overtaking the Creator

Months before the Hub drones connected to the faux Toys-4-U website that set the chain of events that lead to what the Hub is to become, two particular individuals make their way up the steps toward the front entrance of the original Toys-4-U megastore. The doors automatically swing open, a bunch of sleek naked rubber fuck toys, gleefully greet them.

“Hello! Welcome to Toys-4-U super megastore! If you need any help, please don't hesitate to ask this one or any of our fellow toys for assistance. We are here to serve you!" The toys give a cordial squeaky bow, breasts bouncing, cocks hard and bobbing before them.

A black furred anthropomorphic feline looks at the toys, his blush hidden by his fur, looking over the female model of toys, his heart races, but he walks with a softness in his step that makes him nearly completely silent. “Ah, well, you know. We are here to um…" he says stumbling over his words.

Floating beside him, on relatively small golf-ball sized crystal orb, is a black chitin three inches or so long scorpion, with a pair of sizable pinchers, his stinger hanging behind his back, twitching, as if its aching to sting something that has been denied to him for far too long. His pinches clasp with a soft click and covering his face/mouth is a large faux black-haired mustache that curls inwards upon itself several times at the end. The scorpion's feet caress the crystalline orb, which glows with a soft humming light. With any physical indication of control, the orb levitates close to six feet off the ground, moving with a surreal smoothness, like a feather floating on the wind.

“Focus Nyquith, we are here on business," says the scorpion in a surprising deep and booming voice, with a hint of a foreign accent that is lost to all as to its origin. The scorpion smoothly turns to face towards Nyquist, snapping his pinchers, “This is important," he adds.

“Ah, sorry, El Salvador. Gotta focus," Nyquith replies, regaining his composure, “We are here to see...uh, sorry what was her name?"

“Its name is K-2003," El Salvador responds.

“It's not nice El Salvador to call someone an it."

El Salvador gives a long-drawn-out sigh, “If I could sting you without you getting high I would. After fifteen years you'd think you'd have learned by now…," he says, words trailing off when his mustache tumbles off his face. He scrambles to try to grab it but just misses it with his pinchers.

The toy standing on one of the introduction platforms gasps, “Eek a scorpion! Those are poisonous and dangerous to our customers!" the toy exclaims.

With lighting fast cat-like reflexes Nyquith grabs the mustache and with such perfect elegance that could be almost considered superhuman or even a better description super feline, he places the mustache back onto El Salvador's face, albeit a little crooked which the scorpion promptly adjusts.

The toy blinks and looks around, “The scorpion was just here… this one will be sure to tell its Toy Mistress about that. We can't have pests in the store. That would be bad for the customer's health. Apologies about that. How may this one be of service to you El Salvador and Nyquith was it?" the toy, a sleek black rubber, breasted, female kobold toy, with big cute blue eyes. The short three-foot toy is close to the feline's eye level due to the raised platform they are on.

“Yes Nightshade," he replies.

The toy tilts its head curiously, “Nightshade? This one is N-2113," it replies, “Though if you want to pretend that the N stands for Nightshade, you are free to do so."

“Oh, uh, um, sorry. You just uh reminded me of… a close friend of mine."

“This one is happy to give you such fond memories. Now how can this one help you two?" it asks with a cute smile.

El Salvador speaks up, clearing his throat with a grunt, “We have a business appointment with K-2003.

“Yeah that," Nyquith responds.

“This one can certainly let toy Mistress know that you are here to see it. This one will be right back! Yip!" N-2113 says, climbing down from the platform via a small ladder on the back of the platform, scurrying off deeper into the store.

“Good," El Salvador says, watching the rubber toy kobold run off, before sighing and commenting, “This is by far the strangest of the places we've been to."

“I don't know. It's not so bad. The gold I brought with me here, is certainly worth a lot more here than back home."

“Ah, a saving grace. But if we get what we need here. We can certainly live out our lives somewhat normally."

“Are you sure this is what you need for it though?" Nyquith asks.

“Yes. Their technology will be perfect. And this disguise will no longer be needed. I could go out and just be a better me," he replies, turning to Nyquith, “Is that so wrong? As much as I love my crystal, and the mustache makes me devilishly handsome, the idiocy of these people and me needing it has been, somewhat...draining."

“Ah… yeah I can see that," he replies, looking around, “This place would be great in that book 'Fifty Shades of Catnip'"

“Do you think of anything but sex Nyquith?"

“What? No, I mean yes. I think of lots of things."

“Like what?"

“Ah, well, how those computers work. Those are very fascinating and has been extremely helpful in our ability to do research."

“And for you to search for porn."

“Hey, a cat has needs too you know."

El Salvador rolls his eyes, “Uh, huh," he replies, the kobold toy soon returning, “Come, come! This way! Toy Mistress is eager to meet you," it exclaims with a happy yip.

“Awe she's so cute," Nyquith says, following the eager naked rubber toy through the massive sex toy store, towards the very back, El Salvador floating along keeping easy pace with the pair.

“I'm more concerned about the Toy Mistress part."

N-2113 tilts its head curiously, “What's so concerning about Toy Mistress? Toy Mistress is the one in charge. We obey what Toy Mistress wants and desires," it explains.

“There were a lot of Toy Mistress just said there. Perhaps you may want to cut down on how repetitive you are about it."

“What's so repetitive about talking about how wonderful Toy Mistress is, and what Toy Mistress wants? You are going to go see Toy Mistress now, it would be stringent not to mention Toy Mistress, wouldn't it?"

“I would suppose you have a point, though would we call her Toy Mistress? I don't think we would. El Salvador, would we call her Toy Mistress?"

El Salvador sighs, “Its name is K-2003. And please stop talking so much."

“Hey, I have been improving on how much I talk. I used to have a real problem with it."

“I remember, but there is something called too much of a good thing."

“You are just being a wet cat," Nyquith remarks.

N-2113 leads them to a back hallway that has a sign above it that says, “Toy Testing Room."

El Salvador looks up at the sign, “We are meeting K-2003 here?"

“Toy Mistress' office is in the back," N-2113 explains with a happy yip.

“See, nothing to be weirded out about," Nyquith says, following the kobold toy into the hallway past a set of doors, the smell of latex and to a lesser degree sex hangs in the air, the kobold leading them to the very last door down the hallway on the left. There the toy knocks on the door, calling out, “Toy Mistress! Your 11 O'clock appointment is here like you requested this one to do,"

A moment later the door clicks, swinging open to reveal a tall and slender sleek black rubber skinned cyan colored hair, eyed sergal toy. It's cyan lips curl into a smile, cyan nipples, and clit hood stand out on the sleek shine of the toy's body, the smell of rubber and vanilla emanating from its polished form. Cuffs around its wrists, upper arms, thighs, ankles and waist are cyan banded with a black belt that has elegant cursive lettering that clearly says “Fuck Toy" on it. It's collar, made the same way as the cuffs, but without the fuck toy lettering, it has a silver tag that has K-2003 imprinted on the front, that jingles ever so slightly as it moves, the toy pressin its breasts together with its arms, hiking its rump and tail as it gives a little bow greeting, “Hello! Please come on in, and this one will be happy to talk business with you two," K-2003 says, opening the door fully.

El Salvador floats in, “That would be good," he says, while Nyquith is wide eyed, focused on the sergal toy, his heart racing, nostrils flaring, lick his lips with his rough feline tongue.

K-2003 tilts its head, gripping the door for a little bit of support, breasts bouncing slightly as it moves, “Is everything okay?"

“Huh? Ah, yeah, sure, sure. Everything is just fine," Nyquith replies, adjusting his clothes a little.

“Wonderful!" K-2003 wiggles its butt, “Please come on in, and head into this one's office so we can begin."

“Come on Nyquith," says El Salvador from inside the room.

“Right, right, coming," he replies, rushing in, barely able to tear himself away from looking at K-2003's naked body the entire time.

“You have a canopy bed in your office?" inquires El Salvador floating over to the sleek black rubber sheet covered bed with cyan colored pillows, the rubber so well polished that the glow from his crystal is reflected in the rubber.

K-2003 pivots on its foot with a soft squeak, “No, that isn't this one's office! It's over here!" it says pointing over to a nearby door that looks more like a simple office entrance, but from El Salvador's spot he can see a kitchen nearby.

“A kitchen? Do you exist here?"

“This one does spend a lot of time here but come! We have a meeting to do!" K-2003 says with a rump wiggle, softly squeaking as it heads into the office. El Salvador hovered himself over toward the door, stopping and turning toward Nyquith who was rather enthralled by the sleek shiny toy.

“What did I say about trying to take the edge off before an important meeting?"

Nyquith snapped back to reality, “Huh, wha? Hmm? No, no. I'm good. I've taken nothing."

El Salvador eyes Nyquith, “Right… come, we have a meeting to do, sorry," he replies, following El Salvador. Inside the long and narrow office is K-2003's desk that has a little name plate that says its designation. A computer with a holographic keyboard sits on the corner of the desk. A white ceramic mug with cyan and black lettering says, “World's Best Toy". Standing near the desk just off to the side is a sleek black rubber dragon, with blue and purple ear fins. Dressed in a very tight rubber secretary outfit, that shows off the rubber toy's bust. Cuffs of black, blue, and purple mimic that of K-2003, a collar around its neck has a purple tag with blue engraving that says E-2453. But what catches Nyquith off guard is not only this particular toy's astounding shine, and demeanor, but also there is no face, simply a smooth rubber blank faceless face. No eyes, no mouth, not even nostrils. It stands there silently with a pen in one hand and the notepad in the other, ready to take notes. The pair of toy handles on the toy's hips, fading from purple top to a blue bottom, push through special openings in its attire.

K-2003 walks past E-2453 its cyan claws running across the smooth face, with a soft squeak. The toy seems to shudder and let out a silent moan, enjoying the touch of the other toy, before K-2003 sensually sits down in its chair, fingers steepled, but wiggling in the chair with excitement, breasts squeezed together with its arms, “This one is so excited for this meeting."

“Y-yeah… I-I am too," Nyquith responds swallowing a lump in his throat, adjusting his clothes.

El Salvador clears his throat, “I hope this will be a fruitful meeting."

“Let's begin then!" K-2003 says happily with a soft squeak, “If this one recalls you wanted to license this one's patented Toys-4-U drone hood system? This one would be happy to do so. We've already licensed our hoods to several companies around the world who wanted to expand the services they provide. This one will say, pay attention to some casinos or dance clubs in the near future on what they could be offering," K-2003 says with a playful wink.

“Oh wow, that is nice. Casinos you say?"

“Nyquith no gambling."

“But come on. Casino, ladies. Those hoods do look nice. I saw that demonstration on the interweb network. That was something."

“Nyquith…" El Salvador states.

“Sorry, sorry, we're here on important business."

“Yes, very important."

K-2003 nods with a soft squeak, “Important business is indeed important. Now, let's talk about licensing fees, and what our products can offer along with the support we provide. Such as daily updates to our Toys-4-U website so that your products with us are always up to date with the most advanced software and safety features. As your safety with our products is a cornerstone of this one's company," it explains before adding, “But please sit down, make yourselves comfortable."

“Thank you," Nyquith replies, moving to sit down in the only other chair in the room. El Salvador floats his crystal over to the front of the desk.

“El Salvador? Would you care to sit down too?" K-2003 asks, showing genuine concern.

El Salvador looks at K-2003 for a moment, claws snapping, before he adjusts himself , resting his belly on the Crystal, “Is that better?" he asks.

“Much! This one does want everyone to be comfortable when making very important business deals," it says wiggling its rump in the chair with a loud squeak, hiking the butt slightly.

El Salvador clears his throat, “And I think you are a bit mistaken K-2003, but I don't want to license your drone hood, but I want to outright buy the technology for my long term personal use."

K-2003 tilts its head, “Oh, this one does apologize but toy's patented drone hoods and the related liquid latex technology is property of the Toys-4-U company, and cannot be sold in good conscience to anyone. This one is dreadfully sorry for the miscommunication and it hopes you do understand," it explains while the faceless dragon toy scribbles away the minutes of the meeting.

Nyquith looks at the dragon toy with awe, thinking, “How can she write with no face. Like… how is she seeing?"

El Salvador snaps his claw, “Nyquith, focus."

“Oh, right, sorry, I was just uh… admiring thee uh… sorry what was it that you need?"

El Salvador clears his throat again, “I was telling K-2003 here that we are here to make a sizable offering in exchange for the intimate and long-term use of its drone product. Show the goods."

“Goods? Which goods?"

A soft sigh emanates from El Salvador his mustache shifting slightly, the hairs blowing from his breath, “The money?"

“Oh, right, gotcha, the money," Nyquith pulls out a pouch from within his pocket, tied in leather with a string on top, it looks worn and well used, rather out of place for what he's wearing, “We have plenty more where this came from," he says tossing the pouch over to the desk which almost hits El Salvador in the process.

“Watch it!" El Salvador snaps his claws at Nyquith who flinches.

“Sorry! Butterpaws."

El Salvador sighs, turning back to K-2003 the pouch opening upon impact, revealing dozens of shiny gold coins, “I know how you people like your shiny things. Is this enough to satiate you?"

“Well this one does like shiny things," K-2003 says, looking over to the gold coins that shine under the light.

El Salvador 'smirked', “I knew we could come to some kind of arrangement. I bet this is more than enough money to compensate you for your morals."

K-2003 tilts its head, reaching over running a gold coin within its fingers with surprising dexterity and ease, stepping it across her fingers, “Money? This is just gold, not money, and this one does apologize but it's still not for sale no matter how much money you have to offer. This one provides a service, and money is simply a method of which one can provide that service better, a means to an end, not the end goal for this one."

“What?!" El Salvador explains, “How could you not want all this money?!"

“It's gold coins… not money."

“You turn the gold into your kind of money!" he snaps with his claws, K-2003 tilting his head.

“But… this is just gold, useful for many things, not money in of itself," it replies.

“Wha? Huh… how could you be so!" he exclaims snapping his black chitin claws, the mustache falling off in the process.

K-2003 recoils, “Oh no! The scorpion that this one was told about managed to get in here! We have to protect the customers!" it exclaims, E-2453 without hesitation smacks El Salvador with the clipboard sending him flying across the room smacking into the door, the glowing crystal bouncing around the room like a golf ball let loose yet somehow managing not to knock over anything. Nyquith frantically rushing to help El Salvador.

K-2003 looks around, “El Salvador? El Salvador? Are you okay? Did the scorpion scare you off? This one hopes its refusal of your generous though odd offer for gold for this one's company's secrets was not too harsh. It knows you mean well but it just can't," K-2003 says picking up the bag of gold, peeking inside, “El Salvador?" it flips the back upside down pouring the gold all over the desk, over the mustache.

“El Salvador?!" Nyquith reaches him about to pick him up but he bats his paw away with the claw.

“Get my mustache you fool!" he exclaims, scurrying over to the crystal that is rolling underneath the desk.

“Oh, right, sorry! I'll get that right away!" he exclaims rushing back over to the desk, K-2003 looking around, “E-toy, help this one find our client. What if he's in trouble? We don't want him to get stung by a rogue scorpion now!"

E-2453 silently nods, starting its search, while Nyquith runs his fingers through the gold coins, trying to find the fabled Mustache of disguise. E-2453 looks underneath the table, seeing El Salvador, the clipboard rushing towards him.

The scorpion looks up to see it barreling toward him, ready to squish him, he just manages to roll out of the way, legs grabbing onto the crystal which glows once more, floating away, thinking, “I wish I had my cape."

Just as Nyquith finds the mustache, “Here it is!" he exclaims, El Salvador floating up behind Nyquith along his back over his shoulder up along his arm.

K-2003 exclaims, “Nyquith sir! Look out there's a scorpion on you!" K-2003 moving around the desk to grab it when El Salvador grabs the Mustache from Nyquith's paws with his pincers, placing it back across his face, K-2003 stopping in the process.

“Oh, El Salvador, you're back. Did the scorpion scare you off? Or did you have to use the restroom facilities? There are bathrooms down to the left from here if you need."

El Salvador lets out a heavy panting huff, “No… I'm fine," he glares at E-2453 a moment later the scorpion shows signs as if he was just defeated, “That toy must be strong willed," he mutters, turning his attention back to K-2003, floating back over to the desk, “There has to be some way we could come to an agreement?"

K-2003 moves back to its chair shaking its head, “This one does apologize, but it's able to sell the products and license the technology out for use for public ventures but it cannot relinquish the control of its technology of how all this wonderful stuff works," it says with an affirmative nod.

“But look at all this gold. Gold! You can't tell me you aren't a little bit interested," he replies.

“It is a lot of gold," Nyquith chimes in.

K-2003 squeezes its breasts together looking down at El Salvador, “Please Mr. El Salvador sit down so we can discuss this calmly."

He looks at K-2003 and with a sigh, adjusts his legs on the crystal so his belly rests on the crystal orb, stinger twitching, “Better?"

K-2003 smiles, “Thank you. If you want to start a business using our technology. We'd be sure to come to some agreement that is beneficial to all."

“I just want the technology to use all the time for myself!"

K-2003 tilts its head, “But we do not recommend using the hoods for extended wear past a few days at best. So, this one will have to decline your offer, this one hopes you understand. It has nothing against you Mr. El Salvador, but unless you can agree to our terms of service, this one can't help you."

El Salvador moves closer raising his belly from the crystal getting face to face with K-2003, “Please. I'm begging of you. We have so much gold…"

“The amount of shiny metal you have makes no difference to this one nor the amount of money. This one stands by its principles."

“You're a toy, how can you have principles!" he exclaims tail twitching.

“Mr. El Salvador, please take a moment to breath sit back down," K-2003 urges.

El Salvador sighs heavily, placing his belly back onto the crystal, his vision catching what's on K-2003's computer monitor from his unique angle, “Better?"

“Yes. Now Is there possibly any way we could come to an agreement? This one would love nothing more than you to leave as a happy and satisfied customer of this one's fine high quality and high-quality priced products."

El Salvador lets out a sigh, “No, not at this time. Perhaps later?"

K-2003 nods wiggling its rump, hiking it with a loud squeak. E-2453 secretly lowers its head to sneak a good view of the toy's fine black rubber sculpted ass, “This one would like that. Feel free to shop around. This one apologizes again that it couldn't be of more use to you at this moment. But don't hesitate again to schedule another appointment with this one. Though it will say it will be busy in the coming months."

“Why is that?"

“This one has to finish up school."

“School?"

“Yup!" K-2003 says happily wiggling its butt, “It's been great. This one is learning how it can be better at business."

El Salvador just stares at K-2003 for a moment, “This is the strangest world I've ever been in… but we must get going. Nyquith come! Pspspspsp," he states, snapping his pinchers.

“Ah, right, okay," he says shoving the gold coins into the sack, a few hitting the ground with a clang, rolling under the desk.

K-2003 reaches down for the gold coins, grabbing each one, rump hiked high in the air, E-2453 admiring the toy's butt, before returning to its standing straight and tall position, K-2003 rushing over Nyquith before he can leave, “Hey! Hey! You almost forgot these!" it says happily.

Nyquith blushes looking at the bouncing breasts bouncing toward him, “Oh, ah right, thanks, I appreciate it," he takes the coin, enjoying the smell of the toy, before K-2003 guides them out of the room, the door locking behind them."

“Come Nyquith, we have things to do," says El Salvador.

“Things? What things? This is all we had planned."

“We have new plans, for that, I will be in need of your skills," he states, floating over by Nyquith's ear.

“Which set of skills? The computer skills with the internet or my other skill set?" he inquires, eyeing him.

“Well your use on the spiderweb is good, but not that."

“It's not the spiderweb."

“What do you mean? There are bugs, and bugs are caught via spiderwebs. Where those delicious bugs can be caught and taken and eaten for their delicious bug juices. What else would it be called? It connects those buggy computer things together. Obviously spiderwebs."

Nyquith lets out a long drawn out sigh, “This is why I am the computer person, but first, what did you need me to do?"

“Explore this place. Something is strange about it. I need you to get the bottom of this place. Do you think you can prowl about?"

Nyquith bounces on his soft paw pads of his feet, “This will be great, it's been awhile since I've been able to do any of my original skill set, and does this mean I get to be in here for a while longer?"

El Salvador sighs, “Yes, I suppose it does. But you need to focus and explore the back hidden ways of this store. There are things here that are… off putting."

“What makes you say this?" Nyquith asks with a soft purr, exiting the “Toy Testing Rooms" hallway.

“Let's just say I managed to catch some things on that flat spiderweb screen that were very discerning, this place might be not as happy and great as it appears to be," he says, watching Nyquith which had already disappeared venturing deeper into the toy, heading straight to the BDSM aisle. El Salvador lets out a long drawn out sigh, “How did we survive this long?" he thinks, heading out of the store.

Nyquith eyes the lovely leather gear, thinking about his favorite book for a moment while he walks through the aisles, noticing the different rubber fuck toys eager to help and work with customers. He monitors a few, getting an idea of their day to day movements, their patrol through the store. He catches a toy heading to the far-right end of the store based upon entering the store. “If I was doing something shady, an employee only section would be the way to go," he thinks, following behind one of the toys, a large winged female red and white female dragon.

For the next twenty minutes he follows the toy, which stops and looks around, itself, “Hmm? This one thought someone was there?" the toy spins around, Nyquith following the dragon like some kind of hidden dance. With each soft step he uses the toy's wings to block its field of view of him. A few customers in the distance watching him with a curiosity, a couple others chuckling but paying no mind to the oddity of the situation.

Nyquith smirks, thinking to himself, “I still got it," he muses the toy going over to an anthropomorphic naga snake toy in a tight leather straight-jacket BDSM display, with a sign that is at the base of the display, “Please interact with the display."

“How's is toy doing today?" the dragon toy says, gently caressing the Naga toy's ball gagged mouth, which is held open wide, expressing the disconnecting jaw nature of the snake toy.

The toy moans and wiggles, grunting in delight, dual cocks hanging out with a slow drip underneath with a pan that catches the excess juices, eyeing the dragon toy with delight. The dragon toy reaches around and gently adjusts the straps, tightening them, “A few more weeks and then we'll shift you to another location. This one thinks you will like that."

The toy moans out in delight bucking against the touch, eager to be played with. Nyquith secretly watching behind the dragon toy, “Good, good, stay hard and eager," it says with a wing flick, pleased with itself continuing forward. Nyquith reaches over patting the cocks, causing them to squeak, getting a little bit of the rubber pre-cum toy fluid onto his paw tips. Curiously he licks them, “Oh vanilla," he thinks, suckling his fingers clean, staying close behind the dragon till it eventually leads him back to the “Employees Only" part of the store.

“Nice," he thinks, the dragon toy entering the keypad code, which clicks open, and with smooth criminal movements Nyquith manages to enter the room, heading down the hallway the toy happily saying to itself.

“Another good toy. Maker is going to be so pleased with this one. It's working on some of the kobold models soon, to create a delightful kobold harem set up for one of our buyers. Though this one should check up on the newest faux synthetic rubber insectoid toy," it says happily, wiggling its rump, tail swaying side to side, Nyquith leaping up dodging the tail several times, remaining close to the toy, who stops, and looks behind it, “Hmm? Must have been this one's imagination. Toy needs to be a good toy!" it happily says leading through a set of hallways.

Nyquith's heart races, fearful that someone else will head down the hallway at a moment's notice, till they reach another door that has a sign over it that says, “Toy Molding Room."

Nyquith's eyes widen, “Oh… this is bound to be good," he swallows a lump in his throat, his tail swaying eagerly, the dragon toy entering another set of codes into the keypad. The door clicks open, swinging wide, the smell of latex and cool air rushes past him. Inside are dozens of platforms, some with open hard plastic molds, with only half of it there, waiting for someone or something to get in. While others show molding of toys in different states of development, their bodies being forced to fit the interior of the molds. The dragon toy walking over to a yellow anthropomorphic hornet toy. Using this moment, he sneaks between the platform hiding away checking some nearby computers. He taps on the screen, ears perked, ready to run off at a moment's notice, “I've been inside way too long, need to get outside soon," he thinks his eyes focused, pupils slitting, reading through the data on the toy molding process.

“Oh my… this must be what El Salvador meant," he mutters to himself, sneaking down and below, getting behind the dragon once again, which now has a sleek insectoid hornet following it. The toy's breasts being teased by the dragon's hands, “You may be the second insectoid by this company, but fear not, this one will show Maker how good of a toy maker this one is!" it squeaks happily, Nyquith hiding behind the two toys, low to the ground, his soft steps unheard thanks to the loud squeaks the two toys produced, heading his way back.

Meanwhile El Salvador paces back and forth outside, eyeing for the chance of any birds that could be fluttering about, “Damn blue bird…" he mutters to himself, his stinger twitching. Sometime later Nyquith exits the store, a spring in his step, a delightful smile on his face, a bag in his hands, “Finally, what took you so… did you proceed to shop in there after you…"

“Well you know, we came all this way. It would be uh, um, a shame to have come all this way and not picked up a little something," he says holding up the bag with a smile.

El Salvador lets out a long drawn out sigh, “Just get in the horseless carriage and we can talk about what you found. You did find something, didn't you?"

“Oh, yeah sure, I found something alright. A big something," he says, getting into the car that says in a soft feminine synthetic voice.

“Welcome back Il Salvidor and. Ni-quit. Where would you like to go to-day?"

“Home," says El Salvador.

“I'm sorry please say that again."

“Home."

“I'm sorry please say that again."

“I'd like to go home you infernal mindless automaton!"

“I'm sorry please say that again."

El Salvador while fuming, Nyquith steps in, “Here let me do it. Please may we return to our home location?"

“Heading home," the car responds, beginning its drive through the uneven dirt road through the woods that leads to and from the Toys-4-U super megastore, while El Salvador stings the car seats.

“See? You just have to handle it gently like a fine woman."

El Salvador rolls his eyes, letting out a soft huff, “Just tell me what you found."

“Well I found this cute latex outfit that they call a gimp suit."

“Not that Nyquith! What juicy bug filled secrets did you discover?"

“Oh, oh, right. Sorry. Well, I uh, did some searching, entered one of the back areas. Where they were molding some toys?"

“Yes, yes? Go on."

“And it appears they are uh, um, turning some people into toys."

“Jimmy wilicors! That's about what I thought was happening, but to find out so quickly. Amazing. Did you take any proof?"

“Proof?"

“Yeah like that automated painting creator?"

“You mean pictures with a camera?"

“Yeah, that."

“You didn't tell me to take pictures."

El Salvador sighs, “How are we going to blackmail them for the technology without proof? Though they'd probably hide and move their operation before we could do anything. They probably have connections with the authorities. And change locations if something was going to come up. Just like back at home with that other organization."

“Oh yeah, I remember. All that hassle for five hundred gold…"

“Don't forget the mugging after. I could have been injured!"

'What? No, you were fine. You were with her. She protects you more than if you were her own egg."

“I don't need protection, but yes you are right. Anyway, that's not the point. We need to focus. We have to do something to get an advantage over this Toys-4-U syndicate. Perhaps we can use these other companies that they are renting their products to. K-2003 said it was licensing the products to other companies. We could use that. With their updating system. With one of their spiderwebsites."

“It's just called a website."

“Whatever! That is not what is important here Nyquith. Focus. We need to find a way to send some juicy bugs over the spiderweb network, and make those hoods be dangerous and detrimental to Toys-4-U's image. After that we can use it to blackmail K-2003 to give us the technology or risk exposing the company for the fraud it is."

“I think I might know someone."

El Salvador eyes Nyquith curiously, floating over to him, “You do? Who?"

“Well this guy. He's a hack and slasher type when it comes to the internetworking."

“Is he trustworthy?" El Salvador asks, eyeing Nyquith.

“What? It's me, I got this like I have a bag of catnip in my back pocket."

“What did I tell you about your habits Nyquith?!"

“It's a harmless pleasure."

El Salvador sighs, “What's this cat's name?"

“Axel. It's a good name. Rings with me. I can just tell he's trustworthy with a name like that."

El Salvador stares at him for a moment, “Or as simple as the piece of the horseless carriage the name suggests. Set it up. I'll put this into your uh… capable paws."

“Don't worry. I got this."

“For both of our sakes Nyquith. I hope you do."

Several weeks have passed since then. El Salvador floats around Nyquith as he sits at his computer, “Anything yet?" El Salvador asks.

“No, not yet, the computer will tell me when it happens. For now I am watching cat videos. Awe look they are so cute. The internet is really for cats," where he then whispers softly, “And porn."

“I heard that Nyquith! You need to focus and do something!"

“Wha? Huh? I said nothing. And what can I uh, um do? I can't make someone connect to the fake website where our trojan virus will do its thing."

“Nyquith! I've seen the commercials. I know what Trojan is! Get your mind out of the gutter."

“Huh, wha? Wait, no, it's a term they use. To penetrate through people's security."

“Must be one of those pun words. To use it to penetrate through security then… This world is making less and less sense with their puns and releasing their juicy bugs into computers. Over the spiderwebnetwork."

“Come on, it's not all that bad. We have been living an easy life here."

“Easy for you. You don't have to live in fear of being squished at a moment's notice! You at least look like one of the locals. Now focus and do something, or so help me!" El Salvador's stinger twitches.

“You don't really think that. They have so many fascinating things. Like that one sending stone, place named after bird noises."

“Don't remind me. It really lives up to its name as it sounds like a bunch of squawking birds. No… those birds were even better!"

“I think you are just missing her."

El Salvador stares at Nyquith, “Missing? After all that has happened because… Hey what's that?" he asks, pointing with his claw toward the computer screen just as a pop up shows up of access at the Toyz-4-U website.

“Oh, it looks like we got it with our fishing, or something like that."

“Fishing? There is no water here! Focus Nyquith, tell me what is happening on these delicious bugs ridden spiderwebs."

“It looks like it's in the city nearby. Some kind of dance club named the Hub. They are uploading the virus as a fake update, and it shall be enthralling those people to be our servants. But you know El Salvador. I feel bad we have to go to these lengths just to get the technology."

“I understand the worth of going through great lengths to get the technology you desire. They will be fine. We are just using them for this as bargaining chips. After that they are free to go. You did describe that to this cat fellow when you told him what kind of juicy bug virus trojan you wanted to have him make, right?"

Nyquith's fur rises slightly, “Oh, yeah, right. I told him exactly like I should. I am very good with my words, you know. I get straight to the thing, point of what I uh, um, need to say, right that. Completely clear, no confusion. A cat knows a cat as to what they mean. This won't be a problem, barely an inconvenience. And once they have fully uploaded the trojan virus to their network. This website will self-destruct leaving no trace. We uh, can't have multiple places doing this. We need to uh, hmm if I recall, harder to track and find out it happened, right? Can't let the Toys-4-U company find out. Right?"

“Yes, yes, yes, of course. That was a key component in the juicy bug trojan virus, that the Toys-4-U does not discover, so we can utilize this as our bargaining chip. Soon Nyquith, soon I will have the body I desire!" El Salvador clips his pincers, lightning striking in the background, El Salvador looks around, thinking, “Not the same without the bat."

Nyquith jumps, “That always gets me! Where does that lightning come from anyway?"

El Salvador shrugs, “I don't know."

“So when should we go and reap what we have sowed?"

“Sowed? There is no farming here."

“I, uh, hmm, I mean go there and claim what is ours?"

“Bring up the spiderwebsite of this Hub club."

“Sure, sure, I can do that," Nyquith types away, bringing up the website that is open for applications for the club, and that their grand opening is soon.

“This is the first place with those hoods. I bet that toy will be there."

“What uh, makes you say that El Salvador?"

“I just feel it in my exoskeleton. It will be there. We'll go in the morning of the grand opening. Before they open. It looks like they are a late afternoon and night club. Plenty of time for us to exert our control over it and have a very special conversation with that toy."

“You appear to be putting a lot of happenstances to occur for this plan to work. Are you uh sure that is a good idea?"

“Of course, it's a good idea!"

Nyquith tenses a little, “What uh, makes you say that?"

“Because it's my idea! When was the last time you came up with a good idea?"

“Ah... uh, hmm… I…"

“My point exactly. Stick to the plan Nyquith and we will be going places," he says with a click of his pincer claws.

“We've already gone a lot of places."

El Salvador lets out a long drawn out sigh, “Nyquith… just continue to watch your cat videos."

“Alright," he replies happily, tabbing back to a cats gone wild video before tabbing to a different, “Wrong one, oops," Nyquith nervously chuckles with a soft blush, which is black fur completely hides.

El Salvador sighs, “If you need me, I will be in my personal bubble bath," he floats over to an expensive looking children's doll house that has an advertisement on the side that says, “Princess Lady Doll House With a real heated hot tub!" He floats into it, resting, the water bubbling, “Ahhh… soon… very soon," he cackles, the lightning happening again, causing Nyquith to jump and fall out of his chair in the other room.

“El Salvador! Warn me when you cackle!" he yells.

“Sorry!" he yells back, waving a claw in Nyquith's direction, “Hehehe, still got it."

Soon enough, the day arrived, the Hub's grand opening, everything was being prepared, last minute arrangements, the parking lot was made spotless, the windows cleaned to a sparkling shine, so clean that there was a genuine risk of birds flying right into them. And the very first two patrons the club was going to have in the early morning hours, the sun just rising over the city landscape horizon, barely able to break through the buildings, are the two that started this whole thing, El Salvador and Nyquith. They walked side by side like a pair of gangsters ready to do business, that or a pair of cowboys, ready to do the ultimate showdown with their enemy. Walking with such confidence that if anyone was to watch, they'd take a double take and cross the street for these two mean business.

They approach the clean glass door, El Salvador hovering face first into it with a loud and audible dink, “Ow…" he grumbles.

Nyquith chuckles, “I didn't think you were going to run into it."

El Salvador grumbles, turning to Nyquith, suddenly he falls asleep, falling face first against the door with a heavy thud, body propped up against it. Tail flicking while a loud meowing snore escapes his lips.

After about a minute Nyquith snaps back awake, “Huh, wha?" a noticeable drool face implant mark on the door.

El Salvador chuckles, “Nyquith, I didn't think you were just going to run into the door like that."

“Ah, I, uh, hey, I was just playing it cool, yes, cool."

“Right…" he says, turning his attention back to the door, “Shouldn't it open or something? Most doors here open on their own."

“This may not be one of them."

“Well then, why don't you open it then?"

“Oh, right," he replies, grabbing the door handle, giving it a little tug, “It's locked."

“They should be opening it for us, but best not to wait, unlock it. That is still a skill set of yours, isn't it?"

“Ah, well yeah, of course, but just uh, um, one teenie, tiny problem."

El Salvador sighs, “What is it Nyquith?"

“I left my tools back home."

“What?! How could you?"

“I didn't think we were going to need them here."

“If I could sleep you twice… I would," El Salvador grumbles.

“Hey, look, I'm sorry. Won't happen again. When we get back I'll always keep them on my person. Except the flight port place. It's hard to explain to them why I have them. I never knew how deep my cavities were till that day…"

“Focus Nyquith. Now is the time for us to shine!"

“Oh, right, right. Totally. I'm completely focused. I'll just knock till they come," he says, beginning to tap his paws on the glass door in quick succession, “This feels oddly nice," he remarks after a few moments, “Hello!" he meows out.

A few minutes later, there is movement across the lobby, approaching the pair is a sleek black rubber faceless sergal, with hot pink stripes along the arms, inner thighs, and back side. Contained within that glowing stripe is a soft grey hexagonal pattern. In the drone's hands are some cleaning supplies. The drone moved with a slick elegance, “looking" at them with its facelessness, made Nyquith's patter on the glass slow, eyes widening in surprise.

K41K unlocks the door, swinging the door open, away from Nyquith's gentle patting at the glass. The sergal drone says in a smooth, emotionless yet feminine voice, “Greetings. How may we be of assistance?"

Nyquith stares at the sergal drone, eyes jumping from one shiny spot to the next like a cat confused which laser dot he should pounce. His paws tense, breath growing heavy, tail swaying eagerly.

“Pspspspspspspspsp," El Salvador says, pulling Nyquith back to reality.

“Oh, uh, sorry."

“Focus Nyquith. This is not the time to have an inside, outside crisis."

“Ah, uh, well. I was feeling a bit… never mind."

The sergal drone tilts its head, a soft squeak emanates from its body, adjusting itself it says in a smooth still monotone voice, “If you are here for the grand opening of the Hub, you are a little early. We apologize for this inconvenience, but if you can come back later tonight, we'd be more than happy to be of service. Now if you excuse us, we have to clean the window."

“So it was you that caused me to..." El Salvador stares at the drone who “looks" back at him, nothing happening, “Damn high willed drones…" he huffs.

“Is there something else we can help you with?" the drone inquires. Unknown to El Salvador and Nyquith this particular drone shares a constant stream of all of its innermost thoughts and way of thinking with two other drones, creating a strongly linked hivemind. “These two are peculiar patrons," K41K thinks over this specialized subnetwork.

“We are processing the information and we concur with this assessment," 1G0R thinks, working somewhere else within the Hub dance club.

“Such patrons need to be handled gingerly. First impressions are important," N1T3 thinks, the last clone drones within this network, doing whatever she currently needs to do.

“We agree," the three drones say to each other in unison, feeling a small surge of pleasure of their aligned thoughts.

“If they become problematic, contact either myself or K4T3 for assistance," R4T1 states over the primary Hub network.

“Yes Administrator," the three drones respond in perfect unison.

“Yes, there is something you can help us with," says El Salvador, floating up to be face to faceless face with the drone. The sleek smooth rubber showing a reflection of El Salvador's body and the crystal he's on. El Salvador is about to say something when he notices his mustache is slightly mis-aligned, “Ah that's better," he says, clearing his throat, “Prime command: assuming spiderwebnetwork control," he says.

K41K tilts her head curiously, “I'm sorry. I do not understand what you mean."

El Salvador grumbles, “I said, Prime command: assuming spiderwebnetwork control."

K41K stands there for a moment, looking as if she is processing what was said, “I'm sorry. I do not understand what you mean."

“Damn these voice activated things! They are riddled with juicy bugs!"

K41K says over the subnetwork, “We are perceiving that these patrons are possibly currently suffering under the effects of mind-altering substances as the most likely scenario as an explanation of their current scenario."

K4T3 states over the Hub network, “Handle them gently. Do not give the perception you suspect they are under the effects of mind-altering drugs. We have no way of knowing if they are under the effect of an illicit drug or not."

“We understand, administrator."

“El Salvador calm your stinger, let me handle this. I know how to speak to voice activated commands."

He lets out a sigh, his mustache shifting under his breath, “Fine."

Nyquith clears his throat, “Prime command: assuming spiderwebnetwork control," Nyquith says with a clear and concise voice. The command goes through, heard through the drone and over the entire network. Each drone suddenly stating in a smooth monotone voice, “Command Accepted."

Nyquith smirks, “See. Easy peasy lemon squeezy delicious fanchini."

El Salvador sighs, “You and your crazy sayings… Oh well, it could be worse… much worse," he says turning toward the drone, “Let us in."

The drone looks to El Salvador tilting its head, “We're sorry, we are currently busy. Please come again later."

“What?!" exclaimed El Salvador, his mustache tilting to the right. The scorpion notices the change in the drone's faceless face, quickly adjusting it, “That was close…. Now do as commanded, let us in," El Salvador states.

K41K responds in that sleek monotone voice, “We're sorry, we are currently busy. Please come again later."

“Ah, um… I think she may just respond to me… since I said the command," Nyquith explains wincing at his words.

El Salvador sighs, “This place must be one of the nine circles of hell… probably the eight… this place at least still has juicy bugs."

Nyquith adjusts his clothes, “Don't worry El Salvador. I got this. I'm a smooth talker," he replies with a self-approving nod.

“I haven't felt so doomed since that snake exploded on us."

“What?" Nyquith asks looking at him curiously, “I don't remember that."

“Sure, you do, that happened when all those giant brothers of mine… oh wait that was before you."

“Ah, yeah, I wasn't always there."

“Yeah and when… never mind. Let's get inside."

K41K inquires, “How may we be of assistance Prime user?"

“Ah, oh yeah, that is uh me. Let us both inside… please. If that is okay."

“Of course, Prime user," the drone says, stepping back, holding the door open, allowing El Salvador and Nyquith access into the club.

“Thank you," he replies standing there for a moment, looking inside the club, then back outside, “Hmm… something about this…"

El Salvador floats into the building, “Nyquith! What did I say about your inside outside problem? Get in here so we can take command of this place and get all situated for my grand plan."

“Oh, sorry! Coming!" he replies, stepping inside, the drone steps outside, taking a moment to clean the window back to its spotless invisible finish.

El Salvador takes this moment to float around the main lobby looking at the cash register, while Nyquith looks around, nostrils flaring, smelling the heavy smell of latex in the room, bringing some delightful call backs to some of his purchases that make his fur tingle in delight.

“This is a pretty snazzy place."

“Let's see what else is here. The bigger and more popular this place can become, the bigger the lure we have to catch K-2003 in a bad place," El Salvador says, floating over to the automatic opening doors running into them with a soft tap, having just slowed down to avoid any injuries, “Stupid magic level technology!" he stings the door but it simply is deflected, doing nothing.

“It uh has done well by me," Nyquith says, eyeing K41K with delight, the drone just finishing her work, stepping inside, turning toward him.

“How may we be of assistance?"

“Can you uh… um, show us around? So, we uh, know what's happening?" he asks with a heavy hint of uncertainty on his voice.

K41K reports over the Hub network, “Such an activity will delay us. We will not be able to complete all of our duties before the opening of the club. This command appears to go against our programming, working for the betterment of the Hub."

R4T1 responds, “The Primary user takes primary importance for their commands within the betterment and improvement of the Hub. If any task leads against prime programming to this end, we administrators will handle the situation accordingly."

“We understand administrator," the drone responds over the network, looking to El Salvador and Nyquith, giving a cordial squeaky bow, smooth and elegant in her motions, “As you wish Primary User."

“Yeah, good, uh, excellent, lead on and explain, so we can be informed. Yeah," says Nyquith.

El Salvador rolls his eyes, muttering. “Good with words he says."

“Hey, I uh am," Nyquith says defensively.

K41K walks around the room with sleek smooth steps, her body softly squeaking, “This is our cashier's lobby. Here those who wish to enter the club will pay an entrance fee and have their identification checked."

“You know, I uh, been to a few of these clubs. Don't they check the uh, ID's with a big muscle bouncer guy person?"

“We are currently running with a minimal crew and intend to recruit new units to improve the efficiency of the process."

“Cool, cool. Good to have plans for the future. Don't you think El Salvador?"

“I always think of the future, let's continue," he replies, floating over to the automatic sliding doors, almost running into them as they don't open, “Damn this magical technology."

“Come on El Salvador, it's not so bad. Lead on… uh, what's your name miss?"

K41K responds with a cordial bow, “We are K41K. There are two other units on our subnetwork. 1G0R and N1T3."

“Oh, nice. Just you three here then?" Nyquith asks as K41K walks through the automatic sliding doors, El Salvador quickly following behind the drone while Nyquith follows normally.

K41K shakes her head, “Negative. We are the only three units on our subnetwork. There are more units on the main Hub network, which we also belong to."

“Ah, good to know, good to know. Uh, so, why tell about those two and not the others?"

“You asked for our name, Prime user. We answered."

Nyquith gives K41K a curious look, “But I just asked for your name."

“We are one. Asking one of us, is asking all of us," K41K explains.

The anthropomorphic cat tenses a little, “Oh, okay. That is not creepy at all… or discomforting, or anything like that."

“We are glad that you understand."

“Who else is on this network?" asks El Salvador, hovering around the drone's head in a slow orbit.

The drone stands there, seemingly processing the question and then responds, “We are sorry, but you do not have authorization for this request. Individual drones will introduce themselves when personally queried."

El Salvador lets out a long-drawn sigh, his mustache shifting under his breath, “Nyquith…"

“Oh, ah, right on it. Who are the other drones on the Hub network?" Nyquith asks.

K41K turns to him, *“Request confirmed. Currently on the Hub network are Administrators R4T1 and K4T3. And coordinator R3Z4. There is one subnetwork connected to the Hub network. Subnetwork one. Units K41K, 1G0R, and N1T3 are part of this network. There are currently no basic drones on the Hub network." * The drone responds with a smooth monotone voice, feminine, gentle, sweet yet also devoid of any inflection that it almost felt cold, if it wasn't for the smooth upfront explanation that was given.

“Hearing all of that made my head hurt. Too many numbers and letters strung together," El Salvador grumps.

“Those are all uh, nice names."

“We appreciate you enjoying our designations, Prime user."

“Come Nyquith. Let's continue our tour."

“Right, right. K41K, please show us around."

“Confirmed. Follow us," K41K replies, walking through the lower level floor of the dance club. The glass ceiling shows 1G0R working on the floor above, their hot pink stripe glowing, making them easier to spot through the seemingly scary thin, but yet industrial strength glass. “This is our primary club service area. Our full-service bar is over there, and currently N1T3 is working to prepare the area for our incoming patrons. They will be there all day and night. Currently we do not have anything set up for food as our kitchen was installed but due to local city ordinances, we have not been approved to serve food as of yet. This will be hopefully rectified within a month."

“Good, good, food is well uh good," Nyquith responds.

“Organic sustenance is optimal for a good clubbing experience. But our bar is fully stocked and ready for our patrons. We have two dance floors on this level and set for freestyle dances. Our show dances are on the second floor."

“Show dances?" Nyquith asks with a rising inflection in his voice.

“You and your dances Nyquith," remarks El Salvador.

“Huh? Hey, dances are good exercise. I bet you could use a good strut with your legs. To get the ladies."

El Salvador looks at Nyquith, turning the crystal so he can fully face him, “The only thing I would want to strut is my singer. And the lady scorpions here are far below me."

“Now El Salvador. You can't be that picky. I'm sure there are plenty of lady scorpions out there that you could get it on with."

“Nyquith… I don't want to get it on with any scorpions here. Do you not know after a mating dance ritual they kill then eat me?"

“Oh, ah, you know… if you are a better dancer, they may not want to do that? Did you think that? And if you did dinner before, they'd be too full to be considered hungry. You still have options, El Salvador. You can't just cut yourself off just because a little risk. Love is a risky business."

El Salvador stares at Nyquith long and hard, “If I could sleep you again, I so would…"

“Come on. You won't do that to me. I'm your best bud."

“You are my only bud. That also makes you the worst, Nyquith."

“Well you don't have to be uh so um, pessimistic about it."

“Call it something I picked up from our mutual friend."

“I don't think she was that pessimistic El Salvador. Just hollowed boned."

K41K silently watches this display before her, “Prime user appears to be married to this El Salvador person. Should we give them spouse-like privileges?"

R4T1 quickly responds, “Negative."

“We understand."

El Salvador sighs, turning toward her, “Please continue the tour." K41K stares at him, El Salvador after several long moments, sighs, “Nyquith!"

“Yes, El Salvador?"

“Can you please tell this thing to continue with the tour?"

“Oh, right, sure, and El Salvador it's not nice to call them a thing," Nyquith says, El Salvador rolling his eyes, the feline turning to the drone, “K41K, please continue with the tour of this fine establishment."

“We are pleased to assist the Prime user," K41K replies, heading upstairs, motioning them to follow her. The sergal drone's hips sway nice and wide, tail following each motion, body squeaking, the moves slow, elegant, the steps are multi-colored which turn to the same matching bright pink whenever the drone steps on the step before returning to the normal color a second later after stepping off.

“Oh, that's neat."

“What is Prime user?"

“That color thing. When you step on the step. It changes."

“The upper floor is where most drones will be working and the core of the dance club. The entire area is designed to react to our presence and interactions with the dance floor. The same can be said for the bars we have here. But at the moment only the lower bar will be open on opening day."

“Only one bar? Awe cat. That's terrible," huffs Nyquith as they reach the top step.

“You and your mind-altering elixirs Nyquith…" El Salvador huffed, mustache shifting ever so slightly.

“What? A mind is a terrible thing not to get wasted," he responds.

“I do not think that is the saying they have here?"

“It's not? Well uh, um, it should be," Nyquith says with a proud feline smirk.

K41K walks in front of the group, each step on the glass floor is highlighted by a small circular light that matches the color stripe on the drone's body, “There are the main dance platforms, they will either light up to the according drone or the drone will match the light of the platform. We are currently testing one right now," K41K explains, motioning over to 1G0R who is on one of the dance platforms, leg wrapped around the pole, body swaying to imaginary music, the body squeaking loudly, the smooth reflective black of the drone's rubber showing off the silver pole and the currently pink highlighted dance platform underneath her.

1G0R spins around the pole, hanging upside down, looking toward the trio as they approach, “Greetings primary user. We hope that your current tour has been fruitful," she responds in a voice that is identical to K41K.

Nyquith eyes the drone, the bouncing breasts, the sleek sculpted ass, the perfect clone of the other drone standing behind him, “Oh, uh, well, wow, that is some moves you have there. But to answer your question. Good. Good. Everything good so far. Big dance floor. Tables to enjoy a drink. Lots of space to dance on this dance floor," Nyquith looks around, “Yup, looks all good."

El Salvador sighs, “The eloquence of your conversations is utterly mind boggling,"

“Come on El Salvador, enjoy the moves."

“I'm enjoying something alright," he replies floating up besides Nyquith's head, “Just don't get too distracted. We have a mission here."

“I know, but a guy has needs, and I need to see this lady dance," he replies, 1G0R continuing their sleek dance moves, swaying the hips, spinning around for another minute stopping, walking down a set of hidden stairs behind the platform, which turns dark. The steps lighting up much like the previous set of stairs. The drone then walks up a different set of stairs to another platform, which lights up pink, and thumps to a silent beat of music, where she begins to dance once again.

“It looks like those platforms are working just fine," says Nyquith with a soft purr, approaching the platform so he may look up at 1G0R.

“We are pleased that you are enjoying us. That our aesthetic appearance and mobile function is pleasing to you," says 1G0R, hanging upside down, spreading their legs, using only their arm strength to hold them there, extending out from the pole at a seemingly impossible angle.

“Oh… I very much am," Nyquith purrs.

“Pspspspspspsp," says El Salvador.

“Uh, what?" he turns toward him.

“Focus Nyquith, we have more to see."

“We do. There is not much else special up here. Dancing, music, entertainment from our platforms, proposed future DJ location, but we are running on a skeleton crew."

“Why so few people for such a fascinating club?" asks Nyquith.

“The process for new drones for the Hub takes time. Time is limited. The Hub will grow and become more successful over time," K41K explains, walking them through and around the top portion of the club, showing off the other larger bar that has a sign that states that the bar is closed. The entire floor is made of that glass that reacts to the drone's footsteps. Eventually she leads them back downstairs, moving past the bar.

N1T3 runs over inventory, the bar itself, a wonderful soft glowing light show. She turns around as they get closer, hands placed on the bar which softly light up hot pink, “Greetings Prime user. How can we be of service?"

“Oh, I could have a drink?" he asks, tail swaying eagerly, approaching the bar.

“Of course, Prime user. We are here to be of service."

“Well in that case I think I will have… ah…"

“Pspspspspspspspspspsp," El Salvador says, floating up beside him.

“Oh, uh sorry. El Salvador would you like something to drink too?"

He sighs, “No, I would like to see everything here. We can get drinks later."

“Oh, right, right. Sorry. I'll have to uh take a raincheck on that. Is that okay I hope?"

N1T3 nods, “That is perfectly fine Prime user. We will be here for the time being."

“Great. I was thinking of perhaps having a momosa or something like that," he mutters, turning to K41K, “Please, lead on."

“We understand. Right this way," she says, leading them down towards the employee's only section, “Here is where only employees are allowed to go. Public bathrooms are located in three other locations, away from here to keep confusion at a minimum."

“Good to know," he replies, following the drone into the hallway.

“Here is where most of the inner workings of the Hub take place. Down that hallway leads to the breakroom, and private service elevator that leads to the other floors of the club and the administrators' private quarters. There are also rooms there're slated for future drone charging platforms as the need arises, but currently there is only one charge platform room ahead of us, this way," K41K explains moving down the hall stopping by one closed door that has frosted over glass with black lettering that says.

“Administrator K4T3."

“Here is where administrator K4T3 primarily works when she is working on the Hub network system, and doing her administration duties, and all duties required by anyone unit of the Hub as required."

“Oh, cool, cool. Administrator. Sounds fancy," Nyquith replies.

“So, it is the one in charge?"

The door swings open revealing a sleek black 2.0 dark rubber sergal drone with blue stripes that contain the same grey tone hexagonal markings as the other drone, “Negative. I as well as R4T1 are the administrators. We do not have the rights to be fully in charge. We merely administer the Hub and its growth."

“Then who is in charge?" asks El Salvador floating over the faceless sergal drone, which is so dark that he doesn't reflect himself in the drone's face, only the super polished surface occasionally gives glimpses of himself with his glowing crystal and the light it provides.

“I'm sorry, you do not have proper privileges to have access to that information," K4T3 responds in the same smooth monotone voice of the other drones but has a clear and distinct femininity to it.

El Salvador's stinger twitches, he glares at the drone, “Damn that strong will," he lets out a long sigh, turning himself toward Nyquith, “Repeat the question please."

Nyquith jumps, “Oh, ah, right, sorry about that. I was just thinking of… what was the question?" he asks with a black fur covered blush.

Another long drawn out sigh escapes him, “Who is the one in charge here?"

“Ah, right, right. Got it, totally listening. I was just distracted, thinking about that… you know never mind. I got this. K4T3 was it?"

The drone turns to face him, the level of black the drone had was unnerving, “Yes?"

“Who is in charge here?"

“Why that's you Prime user."

El Salvador sighs, “That is what I was afraid of."

“Is there anything you need Prime user?"

Nyquith shakes his head, “No, not at this moment, I just want to see the rest of the tour," he explains.

“Excellent. If there is anything you need, let K41K know, and we will know in short order," K4T3 explains, “Now if you excuse me, I must resume my work," she closes the door.

“That was nice. K41K? Continue?" Nyquith asks with a bit of unsureness in his voice.

“As you command, Prime user."

“He gets to be the Prime user because damn computers can't understand me," El Salvador moans.

“Come on El Salvador, it's not so bad," Nyquith replies, while the drone stops in front of the next room over. Inside is glowing white platforms a dozen in total, half of the hoods are currently missing, while six others show smooth faceless sergal drone hoods on a bulbous coat hook for lack of a better word, charging there, ready to be used, while El Salvador can be heard sighing over the soft hum of the platforms.