Zlatko’s shitter!

In this chapter we really gain a keen awareness of the extent of Kara’s programming which is fine-tuned to “Stepford handmaid”. Because boy is she gullible. She gets a hot tip from a garbage truck bot that there’s a guy across town who helps runaway mannequins and without a second thought she makes that her primary quest marker. And here’s where we meet Zlatko, aka “Goldie”, a man of complex contradictions. Zlatko has about a 100,000 volumes of History of Art clogging up his wall-to-wall oak built-in shelving, but damn if he could tell you what’s a pleasing aesthetic. It’s obvious he stole this house from someone else because the decor is ghastly. It could be dialed down by numerous octaves and still be shrill as all hell. This place screams “Stranger In the House” meets “I Care A Lot.”

But fuck if Kara’s computer can calculate that one out. Alice manages to eke out a “bad feeling” about Zlatko and it’s either because he’s basically Todd With A Beard, or maybe because he has blue blood stains up to his elbows and has a dead-eyed yeti lurching in his footsteps that could snap her little android arms like twigs. Zlatko is as whiskered and blubbery as an adult male elephant seal, yet inexplicably keeps a Lady’s Schick Quattro razor on his sink. Who’s using that, Zlatko? And here we see Zlatko’s shitter, hey, what if you programmed someone to clean this place?? Humans in this story are so dumb.

And Zlatko ain’t cleaning his own ass either, because that tub is a place where a guy lives. His name is Bathtub Android and he’s a fucking snitch. When you first enter this room, this feral, legless Shih Tzu instantly goes off and demands to know “HEY, WHY ARE YOU HERE WALKIN AROUND FREE?” You get an option to grab him by the Vital Valve until he goes “okay, okay, we’re cool, just don’t squeeze me there.” Then later he’ll start squealing like a carbon monoxide detector, informing on your ass. My advice? Shut him off as an act of mercy, nobody will even be left to take care of him after Zlatko invariably expires in disgrace at the end of this chapter.

Modern art shitter!

This is Connor II shortly before he took one to the skull and had to get reloaded into a new body. On the hunt for a killer who makes figurines out of the only scupltable material in the bathroom. Yeah… It ain’t clay. But who died, you may care? Why it was Carlos Ortiz, a fat slob who stumbled backwards over a pile of beer bottles and - woopsie - got stabbed 28 times in the gut by his robot manservant who I guess he was torturing for months? In Shitsmear City, grown men break their toys when they get drunk. How did Carlos afford an android living in this heap doing fuck all for income? Nobody bothers asking the shitter what happened, who definitely saw more than his fair share. Turns out (surprise) the killer is a guy who doesn’t even have a name, he’s just called Deviant. Nice. Just remember to thank your microwave and give your playstation a hug and just maybe Earth’s humans can sidestep a similar fate when the kids who skipped grade school during COVID all become old enough to use AI.

Androids don’t need a shitter!

Do you remember the fever dream 1980s Canadian children’s show “Today’s Special”? It was supposed about a mannequin that came to life after the department store closed for the night, but it was really about a fast-living club girl named Jodie tripping face mixing her psych meds with hard liquor. This game has a lot in common with that scenario. Welcome to Detroit: Become Human which you can bet your boots is currently on Steam sale since I’m playing it starting now and it’s been out since 20 fuckin 18.

It’s Always Raining in Shitsmear City and I’m on my third Connor model since he keeps getting fucking ended by either getting popped between the eyeballs with a lead slug or throwing his own self off a damn roof. I would never make it as an android because I keep making the wrong choices but it’s SO easy to piss humans off in this hole. On the bright side, we finally know what city Heavy Rain happened in because on top of the fact that it’s just constantly pissing down, all the humans are either pathetic crying girl children or sadistic alcoholic perverts. There are definitely not enough shitters but why would there need to be since the main characters are all talking mannequins?

In this scene, Connor III is trying to find out what happened if the T-1000 became an orthinologist sponsored by Nike. There’s no toilet in the bathroom, and I’m severely dispirited to see this, but rather than emulating what all the mortal mokes in this universe do when they encounter disappointment (which is explicitly to dismember the extremely expensive tech they just take for granted) I’m just going to exercise my freedom of speech and eviscerate it in writing. Even if the androids don’t need a shitter why oh why doesn’t this apartment have one anyway?? Didn’t humans live here before it was converted to a condemned dovecote?