Epilogue
The crowd in the back room of the porn store was a lively bunch. Mostly android or cyborg in some way, there were also a handful of elderly people that Chandler had known from his old route selling the bulletproof pills and powders. Just thinking of the Centurion International lightning bolt logo made him feel old. Not in a bad way, though; just in a way that affirmed how much had truly changed since he had left his sales job six months earlier and started out on his own.
“How much longer?” Manny asked. He and Chandler were both in the backstage area, separated out from their adoring audience by a thin curtain. The kind of curtain, Chandler soon realized, Jayne had once hung in the glitch porn booths. He suddenly didn’t want to touch the red fabric and went to wash his hands
