Home Is Where The Bartender Is
I’m AUDiTZ3R0, my friends call me A-Zee. I manage a bar called Quantum Bonds. I’m old-school, no enhancements. I like to tinker with discarded android chassis and re-purpose abandoned AIs. My club is a place for people who don’t have a place: misfits, outcasts, people who live on the fringe of society, hiding their perverse nature from their neighbors, who are doing the same damn thing.
People wander in here on a regular basis, take a look around, and immediately dart for the door. This ain’t no fucking tourist stop. If you belong here, you know it. If you don’t, you won’t stick around.
We all have addictions. Call them our “escape from reality”. Here people can satisfy their cravings for hard drinks, risky gambling and deviant sex. This is my home. It’s a seedy place that feeds my own vices. Some guy asked me once, “Why?” Maybe I surround myself with people like me so I can have that illusion of “normal”. Meh, I don’t really think about it. Live in the moment, they say.
Well here I am.