It wasn't exactly common practice, but taking a deceased loved one and making a robotic clone of them was beginning to take off. Except, once the living gets sick of the dead, those clones have to be made use of somehow. Which is how Ash finds himself in service to a company renting out other abandoned clones like him for "amorous connections." After all, he did come programmed with several sexual subroutines. He was basically built for companionship.

He's not sure who Justin is, but that must be who ordered him from the service. He mentally consults his order form, nodding. "I'm Ash. Are you Junior?"