Her face was very clear as snow, staring at the ceiling—her face appeared to dissociate for a bit, with no emotion, but left with weary eyes.

  She grabbed her phone, placing it on her chest—there was light coming out of the phone, illuminating Ava’s face with light, and the colors of the lights shining towards Ava’s face shifted.

  Meanwhile, Henry is in some room himself; he held a tablet—his eyes were manic—and he looked at his tablet with papers representing other clients.

  “Amazing… Amazing, absolutely amazing. Look at them, MAYA! Aren’t they just fantastic?”

  “Degenerates like me! Ohhhhh, isn’t it lovely…” browsing profiles of high-profile people who got rich with a logo from the top and with the banner next to it that says, ‘Genesis Innovation Client.’”

  Maya was working nonstop, having agents and workers to coordinate, typing on their keyboards.

  It was a living call-center agency; she raised her finger and started pointing at things.

  “There, and that. Make sure to have every agent extend an invitation to those individuals until all those high-profile individuals have been invited.”

  “We are not resting! ”

  Henry sat on his chair, where he touched his chin with a smile, “Hmmmmmm muahahaha, this is perfect.”

  “I can’t emphasize more how excited I am about this journey! ”

  He tilted his head, then pointed towards Maya. “Make sure to invite our favorite host… She is an important member of this whole tirade,” while he was in his chair.

  Maya looked at him, rolling her eyes before working full-time to host a party dress.

  Henry then swivelled his chair and raised his finger, “Don’t forget the models…” with a playful tone.

  “Because that is the most important part in this generation, we are not JUST hosting parties for elites or socialites; we are hosting a party of the biggest degenerates from the entire world! ”

  He swivels his chair, with hands up in the air.

  “Hahahahahahahah”

  Maya then stood up to summon holograms afloat their hands, manipulating them dexterously, her eyes moving left, right, up, and down very quickly.

  Everything is being automated quickly by Maya the android, her eyes efficiently working out the stuff.

  “I am almost there.”

  She navigates and manages everything with business authority, coordinating agents with instructing the design team to construct an invitation with a letter and extra benefits with an icon featuring a golden letter ‘W.’

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  Henry resumed reading the high-profile, flapping his hand through the pages with eagerness and childish crudeness, with him laughing—eyes not hollowed but filled with uncontrollable amusement; he looked as if he was spasming and sperging.

  He then stumbled upon one picture, a beautiful-looking person, a former supermodel with long silver hair and brown eyes, whose frame was tall and whose eyes were like brown dwarf eyes. Henry smiled; he swiped his finger and then saw a bunch of attractive-looking females who also sold their children.

  “BAhahahahahahahah, they also sold their children for power.” He touched his forehead; every figure was being noted.

  Maya and Henry made sure to work full-time, coordinating everything as preparation.

  Ava then opened the app and clicked Maya on contacts to text, “Hey, how are you doing? ”

  While Ava sent a question, both Maya and Henry have been working full-time to ensure the preparation for this grand event.

  Soon Maya paused herself; her blue cybernetic iris gleaming, she looked down at her blazer before pulling out her phone and typing, “I have been doing great.” Her eyes were detached while Henry was in the main chair, being childish.

  Henry then halted.

  “Could it be you, Ava, who is texting? ”

  Maya then looked at Henry and replied with a monotonous professional tone, “I hope it is. “Don’t worry; she is being invited to the party.”

  She typed, “I also heard you were absent from your work. What happened? Did you get injured?”

  Ava typed back, “Yeah, I have been in a rather dangerous situation involved in my training.”

  “That’s all. All things I can explain so far are meant to be a secret part. But I am recovering, Maya.”

  Maya then typed on her phone, “You could at least tell me what you did.” ”

  Ava typed, “I survived against the mech, like what the f*ck, man? It was rough.”

  “Like, was it necessary, or is my trainer just an arsehole?”

  “Hahaha, you never know,” to which Maya typed while standing up; her face did not change, but her cybernetic iris was intent, not drifting off.

  Maya then muttered to herself, “Now for the invitation.”

  She typed, “You want to meet up? I am still trying to tend to Henry’s interest; it’s going to be a party with a lot of buffets—you can try to connect there or show off.”

  Ava typed, “Don’t talk to me about Henry; I don’t like him. I hated that he ghosted me after our night together.”

  Maya widened her eyes and reacted after seeing her text, “I understand.”

  “He can be like that, but you know he has been reconsidering you for a bit.”

  Ava, who was in her bed, had her other hand below her head and typed, “Really? ” in the chat.

  Maya texted, “Yes, he did. You are aware why he womanizes, right? ”

  Ava looked at the reply and texted, “To peacock himself, of course. Did he peacock himself towards others after my last meeting with him—you know, when I lost my virginity to that douche? ”

  “No…. He did not brag about having a ‘nighttime’ with you. He just got himself busy for whatever he is going to do.”

  Ava replied, “Interesting. Any reasons for withholding him?” ”

  “No idea… He just decides to be serious, probably his pride broken after you fixed his quantum computer,” Maya texted.

  Ava answered, “I see. When do we hang out? Or a better question is, when is this party transpiring? ”

  Maya, while in the headquarters boardroom, with only him and her, where she looked at him and asked, “When is the party transpiring? ” with her bob-cut brown hair

  “We are still in the process of inviting profiles and having all the preparations ready.”

  Henry, who was looking through every paper in the clipboard, then said, “What? What happened to Ava? ”

  Maya responded, “I believe she told me she just fought a mech and is recovering.”

  Henry smiled, his eyes turned manic, “Now that’s a kicker…. I am about to host a party with visionaries and big-picture people like me! All for the sake of TECHNOLOGICAL REVOLUTION! ”

  “The question is, when will my meeting with the visionaries and the big-picture people begin? ”Henry then swivelled in his chair; he then raised his finger and twirled it in the air.

  “How about I show my final favorite sleeping beauty, the meeting of visionaries and big thinkers, on Saturday? Yeah, that would be fantastic! ”

  Maya saw Henry’s response when she looked at the phone she was carrying; she lifted her thumbs and started typing, “How about on Saturday?”