T.J. Teru travels to the “City of the Electronic Dead” where he reunites with his old flame, his significant-other-android, Angel Lips. He finds her leaning against a lamp post, looking lost and forlorn. He recalls the day she was delivered, “My hands were shaking as I uncrated you, I tore off the layers and layers of packing until there you stood like a goddess, like a plastic Venus rising out of a sea of foam … styrofoam!”