Arcee: Future-City

A special future-city vignette featuring a hot female robot (Arcee) in a folk-tale about discovered dilemma.

A random futurama-vignette inspired by the awesome media-franchise Transformers (Hasbro/Marvel). Hope you like it, 

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In a very distant future, the human city had become a thing of great urban ambition/technology, and computers had really developed into a thing of mass-streamlined profitability, creating user-friendly interfaces facilitating great commercial communications like real-time shopping/politics.

In this city of the future, a police-detective named Amlan Satan (code-name: Storm-Shadow) drove around in his hover-car called Christine and made his way to a special underground hub of crime called the Five-Points where he prowled undercover in disguises posing as a blood-diamond pirate to deter the piracy-highway stretching between British Columbia to Northern Ireland.

Storm-Shadow (Amlan Satan) had become known in this 'future-city' as the ultimate James Bond or Pink-Panther of blood-diamond piracy-subversion, using nifty maudlin-theater costumes/masks to create and perform excellent bank-robberies of safe-boxes containing blood-diamond belonging to the underworld.

INTERPOL (Euro-police): Blood-diamond corruption continues to be a dilemma in the global matrix of gem-capital on Earth!

Suddenly, a new 'visitor' landed on this desolate Earth named Arcee, a gorgeous female robot wielding a special laser-sonic gun called Tattoo. Arcee knew that humans like police-man Amlan Satan ('Storm-Shadow') would want such a weapon to wield against the 'blood-diamond underworld' on Earth future-cities like LA and NY and DC. Arcee wandered in an invisibility-cloak device/tech but made herself known to the valiant Storm-Shadow.

ARCEE: Do you like my gun, dear?
STORM-SHADOW: Where the hell are you from, Arcee?
ARCEE: A faraway planet of robots...called Cybertron.

STORM-SHADOW: Well, I mean, I sure could use a Tattoo-gun!
ARCEE: Well, you need to determine the course of human cities, now.
STORM-SHADOW: You're gorgeous.
ARCEE: You're such a sweetheart.
STORM-SHADOW: I'm certain humanity will embrace you as an alien-diplomat.
ARCEE: I doubt it, dear.
STORM-SHADOW: Can I please have your gun, Tattoo?
ARCEE: No, but you may mold a special action-figure memento-doll for kids in my image!
STORM-SHADOW: That sounds nice.
ARCEE: Do it.
STORM-SHADOW: Cool; I'll miss you, Arcee.
ARCEE: Ditto; I think we've discovered a nice 'magic' about tech-humilities.
STORM-SHADOW: We're separated only by...dollars.

Will this future-city on Earth endure? Will Storm-Shadow finally rid the desolate planet of blood-diamond traffic? Will this tech-wonder among humans construct true...dots?

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)