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Electric Hearts and Metal Spades

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She took a long pull on her cigarette through the long neck of a fume-cigarette and blew out a luxurious amount of smoke before daintily tapping the ashes into an ashtray. The plume of smoke made the private investigators eyes glow as it leaned forward slightly, making the old leather chair squeak loudly, breaking the quiet moment.

The detective, an older model of the Bristol Motor Works 401 line, was still rather polished, literally, for an Automaton-American. It was tall, about five and a half feet at the head, and built to look just human enough as to not make people around it uneasy. Two optic sensors, one mouth slot, a vaguely skull shaped head and a human shaped body to top it all off. Not a bad looking Automa if you were to ask it.

"So you have a job, or are you going to spend the day filling my office with smoke?" It asked, leaning back in the leather chair. The lady turned to him with a shrug, an elegantly mundane thing for a dame as lovely as she was. For a human that is. Curly red hair, moon pale skin, and a figure so curvy she could be a mountain road.

"Yeah, I've got a job for you." She starts, putting out the cigarette with a small huff. "Its my husband I need you to find-"

"He has most likely been seeing a lady on the side. I see these cases almost regularly." It says casually as it begins to open a drawer for a camera.

"No,that's impossible." she replied, crossing her arms with an annoyed look.

"And why is that Mrs...." The automa asks, pulling a notepad from one of the drawers.

"Beckett, Leanne Beckett. And I know he isn't because he's dead."she fires back, narrowing her eyes.

"Ah, I am sorry Mrs. Beckett." it says, jotting the name down while looking at her straight.She didn't seem to be lying, but she was oddly calm about this. Normally a widow is all tears and runny make up. "I do not see how I can help you here though."it added, watching her carefully.

"I think he was murdered." she adds digging through her purse for something. The automa registered a small hitch when she said the word "murder."

"Then shouldn't you take this to the police?" it asks, leaning forward, placing its hands on the wooden desktop.

"No, they wouldn't believe me, claimed it was a suicide because of this."she answers quickly, pushing a letter forward. The words were scrawled using a pen, they looked hasty, but not messy. "My husband didn't write this. I mean, its his hand writing, but he wouldn't have written this. Besides, you can go to places the police can't. Where all the other rust heads gather" She says, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing her eyes and covering her mouth after realize her own words. "I'm sorry." she adds quickly.

"Its fine." it answers, though the glow for the eyes intensified as she used the slur. "I'll need something to compare this too. I'll start there. My rate is 150 a day plus expenses." It says pulling up a form and pushing it forward for Leanne Beckett to sign which she does almost absently.

"I want justice for Martin, help, and if the police won't help then I'll use whoever I can." she says pushing the paper back with a flourished signature.

"Sigma Alpha Merritt of Automaton Investigations is happy to be working with you Mrs. Beckett. With me on the case, I'll find out what really happened. You can trust me." it says with a blank face.

"I hope I can, and I hope you do." she says before standing up slowly and leaving the office.