He brought his fist down so hard on his chrome desk that diamonds rattled off his iPhone case.

“Bored?! ALREADY?!”

“I’m sorry Sir-Z, people tire of them easy! What do you want us to do, update the music?!”

They laughed as Jay-Z wandered towards the machine & pressed “VEND”.

With a wet noise, a scream of a sudden sentience, & a whoosh of vapour, the door slid open.

“This is what, number 10? Call it Rita X & get it a ridiculous haircut immediately.”

The vat-born songstresses stirred in their nutriTanks as the door to the PlethORA machine slid shut.


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