Eight million robots walk the streets, but this isn't science fiction. This is New York City, top to bottom, from a basement in the last Brooklyn ghetto to the clouds above a penthouse suite on Park Avenue. These are robots in agony, ecstasy and everything in-between, searching for love, sex or just enough spare change to get them through the day. She sits alone at the bar because everyone's as scared of her as you are. She looks coy, but there's a gun in her purse that fits her hand like a diamond ring. Nika lives a disposable life at full speed; she wants more than you do and always something new. When her expectations grow faster than her means, she points a gun and quietly gets her way. But sometimes when you point a gun, another gun points back.
