One Andrew hasn't thought much about.

"I don't know, man! Have them fucking work on curing cancer or something!"

Ross called Marissa over. Jane rolled her eyes and kept talking to Sarah as the Ross's concierge bounced over to help.

"Marissa, how many golems have we donated to medical and biological research institutes to work as lab techs?"

"About four hundred thousand," she said promptly. "I can get you an exact number if you want."

"No need," he said. "More importantly, please explain why they can never be more than lab techs."

She nodded and turned to Andrew, fully aware that the speech was for his benefit. "You're well aware of our soil-based experiments in non-determinism, I assume. At this stage we've managed to effectively inject arbitrary concepts into our cognitive patterns, but that's a far cry from the sort of insight, creativity, and high-level reasoning that makes for medical breakthroughs."

Andrew snorted. "Fine, that was just my first example. You could have them work on ending hunger, or-"

Madison cut him off. "We're already doing all of that. Marissa, where were you before you came to work at the estate?"

"In storage," Marissa said simply. "I was stored with a default script among thousands of other golems until Mrs. Hill began building the estate. Many more are still there, waiting to be activated."

"Alright," Andrew said. "I get it. But even just around here, it's a fucking waste! I'd have an orgy every day for a month!"

"That gets old fast," Ross said. Andrew scoffed.

"We can do a Westworld," Marissa observed nonchalantly.

Andrew laughed and clapped her on the back. "See, this what I'm talking about! You can probably do all those other worlds, too, right? Future World, that weird medieval one...."

He trailed off as the entire table watched him connect the dots. His eyes started across the room then landed on Marissa. He turned her around to face him and she smiled encouragingly. "We can do custom ones," she said encouragingly.

"You could do anything!" he said. He felt hot suddenly. "You could- you could do, like any scene from a movie or tv show!"

Marissa nodded, excited now. "Or a porno!"

Maria rolled her eyes at his response. "Wanna make it a date night?" she asked. "I don't care. I can hang out with you while you fuck your way through the women's locker room from any movie with a women's locker room scene. Or I can get a massage. Your call, babe."