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2026-05-08T13:15:47Z

Natalie Bayer:

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Robo-vision

2026-05-08T13:15:23Z

Natalie Bayer:

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| [[File:Popping Eye.png|420px|]]An example of robo-vision. Additional information, such as [[Recharge|battery charge]], and visual artefacts such as [[Wikipedia:Scan line|scan lines]] are laid over first-person vision. By [[ChocolateKeys]].
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'''Robo-vision''' refers to the first-person portrayal of a [[fembot]]'s perception of her environment, and especially its visual perception.

=Presentation=
In fiction, the view from a robot or cyborg's eyes is often portrayed as markedly different from that of human beings. This may include a different range of perception on the [[Wikipedia:Electromagnetic spectrum|electromagnetic spectrum]], lower of higher quality of perception, or additional information being superimposed to their point of view.

Visually, the point of view of a robot may be shown by altering colors, applying distortion, or superimposing additional information.

There are a number of common aspects to a robot's vision. They include, but are not limited to:
*Vital statistics on the fembot's chassis and vital systems.
*Targeting overlays that identify subjects or information about the environment or a person they are talking to.
*A queue of waiting or running programs.
*Errors, alerts, and warnings.

=In fiction=
*''[[Gallery/Westworld|Westworld]]'''s robots see in the infrared spectrum, accomplished using an at the time revolutionary computer effect.

*Terminators have been portrayed with similar HUDs to assist in the recognition, acquisition and destruction of their targets. The T-800, the most primitive unit to be shown at any length to the viewer, can see only in infrared. Later units can also see in green, presumably as a form of night vision. [[Cameron]] can perceive those spectrums in addition to the normal spectrum visible to humans.

*The [[Aprilbot]] in ''[[Buffy the Vampire Slayer]]'' is depicted as having a HUD listing her various files and programs with visual data in the center.

*The Marionettes of the ''[[Saber Marionette]]'' series are shown to use integrated HUDs. In one scene, Lime utilizes an analyzer system which highlights a target's structural weak points, which she uses to disable Panther's arm.

=Gallery=
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Buffy The Vampire Slayer S05E15 95.jpg|The vision of the Aprilbot in Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Class of 1999 16.jpg|From [[Class of 1999]]
T800HUD.jpg|The vision of the T-800 in Terminator
Cameron_15.jpg|The vision of Cameron in The Sarah Connor Chronicles
WestworldHUD.jpg|The vision of the Gunslinger in Westworld
Sabre_Marionettes032.jpg|Lime analyzes Panther for a weak spot to attack
Image:Cyborg robovision scene.gif|From the movie ''[[Cyborg (Movie)|Cyborg]]''
File:Drdpovphoto2a.jpg|By [[Korby]]
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==Other Links==
[https://gynoid.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=list&tags=robovision Robovision tag on Gynoidbooru]

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A-xiaNG

2026-05-08T13:06:03Z

Natalie Bayer: /* Manips */

=My Story=
[[Emergency Maintenance Record: Unit Y-02]]

=Manips=
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Yor's fight preparation.jpg| Illustration of ''[[Emergency Maintenance Record: Unit Y-02]]''
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Gallery-Member Galleries

2026-05-08T13:04:44Z

Natalie Bayer: /* Member Galleries */

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A Learning Experience

2026-05-08T03:36:29Z

Natalie Bayer:

=A Learning Experience=
'Commissioned by Saya'

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May Saetang was resting comfortably in her computer chair as she took a moment to relax after another forty-eight hours of editing videos, stretching her arms over her head as she let out a little groan of exertion. As the afternoon sun filtered in through the window of her room, she took a moment to peer out between the curtains to the lovely spring day outside and let out a little sigh.

May was something of an online streaming sensation, although it wasn't entirely on purpose. Like many, fame had come to her by accident and rather randomly. She had for over a year been posting technical DIY how-to's on various subjects, ranging from home lighting to adjusting the tensile strength of bionic limbs that were no longer supported by the manufacturer. But it was a series of videos on robotics repair that really got people interested in her, largely due to the fact that they revealed that she herself was an android.

May's looks even before then had something to do with it. Like most androids, she was designed to be beautiful in a general sense, appearing to be in her early to mid twenties. Her amber skin was flawless in complexion, though it had a noticeable dull sheen to it in places giving it a slight rubber-y or latex-y look. Her hair, long and silky black, looked more realistic. Originally, she was programmed to keep it in a bun, but was later allowed to wear it as she pleased, and so tended to keep it straight, even when working.

She was originally built to be a service android, built to an exacting specification for a Bangkok hotel situated in a large city high-rise building. The high tech establishment had been serving guests for over a decade when May found herself unexpectedly 'adopted' by a local family of some standing. It would seem that by some wild coincidence, May looked nearly identical to the couple's daughter, who was herself already a local celebrity based on the exploits of her nightlife. At first, May wondered if she was to be a stand-in for formal dinners or other social events, or even a double to attract kidnappers. Her cynical concerns were unfounded, however, and to her surprise she was fully adopted as a member of the family.

That being said, it wasn't like her robotic side was immediately glossed over and forgotten about. She was still given tasks and orders like any other robot to follow, although most of the extremely strict behavioral modifiers from her days as a reception desk worker were removed (one of her fondest memories was spending a good few hours swearing in private immediately after her language restrictions were removed) and the family still expected her to follow commands and orders. Oddly enough, that was something of a relief to May, whose other major concern was that she'd have to play the part of a 'real' human girl. The family, it seemed, were content to have her as both an adopted daughter and loyal family android. The only iron-hard new directive for her AI was that she was to be company for her new 'sister', who her parents were worried was spending too much time with a rough crowd with no ties to her family. Despite a rocky start, the two grew to be close, and now lived together after her sister moved out to a home in the nearby suburb of Nonthaburi.

With the greater freedom, however, came the desire to want to be something more than just a Lotus Robotics LR-451 Service Android. Which had brought about the desire to modify herself. The Saetang family was supportive of this, so long as she didn't veer too far from her original looks, something May was fine with. She had no intention of engaging in the more extreme forms of body modification anyway, which for androids could range from photoelectric dermal layers that let one change the color of their skin like a squid to outright transferring their AI to a vehicle or building to 'become' it. Comparatively, May only wanted to get a bit closer to a human.

It was around this time that she had been considering what to do to mark the first anniversary of her channel, and the inspiration struck; she'd vlog the body modifications she made to herself, ranging from installing an artificial respiration reflex to give the illusion of 'breathing' via pneumatic chest plate support and a modified cooling fan, to installing a new optical sensor package. That was her most recent modification, as the off-color of her right eye attested to—she was still waiting on getting the proper cover for it. But by far the most popular vlog series was the one where she documented the installation of her sexual functions.

The process was unexpectedly intensive and intricate. Along with a full software package that required skirting around or outright removing manufacturer-installed restrictions, it meant a complete overhaul of her hardware's neural network and sensory support functions. To May, who had expected the process to merely involve installing an artificial vagina, it was completely unexpected. It required that on multiple occasions, she be dismantled to a degree she had not experienced since her assembly at the factory, at one point having her entire neural wiring network and processor cluster extracted from her body to get totally rewired. Every step of the way was documented, with May even narrating parts of the process with the permission of the roboticist doing the procedure, including dictating the sensation of being a disconnected head or even processor cluster, though the latter was a bit scattershot due to the risk of malfunctions requiring her to be repeatedly shut down for long lengths of time.

She wasn't scared of what might happen, she had no real sense of mortal fear to begin with, but she did worry what people would think of it. But to her shock, the vlog series became extremely popular, especially among the robotics mod scene, which apparently was a burgeoning subculture in Thailand and understandably popular in the United States and Japan. International fame was not something she had ever expected, but she was giving interviews for both human and AI-focused publications about her decision to engage in the process. More surprising was the discovery that she was practically a star on the robotics fetishist scene, although before this time she had considered herself rather plain for an android.

Engaging in that scene proved to be quite a lucrative side project, although she was already well-supported by her interviews, appearances on other, bigger vlogs and the wealth of her family, though that last one she only reluctantly depended on. Disassembling herself while utilizing her new pleasure mods was not only an easy way to make an income, but also fun, even oddly liberating.

But while the results were fun, fame, and a way to support herself, there was still work to be done. As an android, she was accustomed to it, but that still didn't make it any less tedious at times. Ironically, it was the technical, computer side of things she found most vexing, and editing was the most vexing of all of them. A higher online profile meant greater editing competence was required, and thus, she had to learn those skills on top of her self-taught robotics and engineering skills, which sometimes meant utilizing a secondary storage drive just to keep it all in check. And realizing that she could work tirelessly for days on end so long as she had a good source of power, May figured the most efficient way to handle a vlog series was to edit it all at once. That resulted in going over tens, sometimes hundreds of hours of footage to release a six or eight-part series to her paid-for or public channels.

So, here May was, sitting in on a lovely spring day, on hour forty-eight of editing an entire 'season' of videos, all to get them out in time to the hungry fans of her work, alongside a few other side items, wearing nothing but a pair of plain panties and an oversized purple shirt she wore as both streetwear and a night shirt. The stereotype of the tireless machine was true to a degree, as she didn't really experience fatigue in the same way that humans did, but she wasn't immune from the sensation of tedium. She was bored out of her titanium alloy skull, but it was work that had to be done.

Turning her head to her second monitor to work on sound mixing, she paused as she heard the sound of a door close. May's room was located on the first floor, fairly close to the front door in what was a refurbished guest room, which made it easy for her to hear when people were coming in and out. She gave it no thought and continued to edit, until she heard another door open; her own.

In stepped Lawan Saetang, and May snapped her head over her shoulder to look at her, reflexively pausing and saving her work. Lawan was dressed in some of her favorite party clothes, consisting of a cream-colored open-backed long sleeve top with a cut in the front that showed off plenty of the skin of her chest, paired with a white skirt that ended half-way up her thigh. Lawan lazily lifted a pair of sunglasses to her forehead and gave May a smirk.

“Don't tell me you're still editing your videos or something, May. You were doing that when I left to go to the party last night.” Lawan's words were slightly slurred, which didn't surprise May. The parties Lawan went to were often raucous nightclub events that lasted until the wee hours of the morning, then immediately launching into an afterparty in some other trendy part of the city. May made the mistake of joining her one night, and even she had to bow out eventually.

“ 'Last night' was the day before yesterday, Lawan. And yes, I'm still editing. I have to get this whole season done by the time I'm expected to premiere my videos two weeks from now.”

“And do you plan on being there all week?” Lawan asked as she looked down the back of May's chair and saw a small black cable leading to a wall outlet that went up the side of the chair's seat cushion and up the back of May's shirt.

“No, I was thinking of taking a break soon, but I keep having this issue where--” Lawan suddenly moved for the cable, and May reached out to try and stop her. “Hey--!” The android suddenly jerked in her seat as the cable was unplugged from the wall, her back straightening to allow the cable to slide back up into her open back panel without any kind of interruption. May sat frozen as Lawan spun the chair around to face her, a smirk on her face. May couldn't respond, but could see that Lawan had her hair up in a tight bun on the back of her head, and some carefully applied makeup on her face, something May tended to eschew beyond a bit of eyeliner.

“You know how bad that is for your battery, right?” As Lawan giggled softly, she followed up the rhetorical question with another. “I had a lot of fun, but do you know what was missing from my fun night out?” This question was a leading one, and May knew exactly where this was heading. As she exited her safety lock mode, intended to keep her from damaging her charging cable as it slipped back up into its port, she watched as Lawan smirked and placed her hands on May's knees.

“Oh, hell.” May watched as her legs were spread with a very soft servo motor whine, causing her to let out a sigh that was both pleasurable and slightly irritated. “Let me guess...”

“No cute single ladies in that entire club~” Lawan flashed May a grin as she looked at her plain panties and reached out with a pair of fingers, brushing at their center slowly. May closed her eyes and simulated a hard swallow, while Lawan leaned in and pressed against the warm mound of May's artificial womanhood.

“Oooohh...Well, that's uh...I mean, goddamn, you just got back from two days of partying, you sure you're--” May suddenly found herself silenced as Lawan pushed her finger in harder, almost pushing it in between May's aroused folds, causing her to let out a soft moan. May always made sure to keep her sexual functions on the cusp of being primed for exactly this reason. Lawan could be insatiable.

It was perhaps unseemly, but both Lawan and May knew they weren't actually sisters. They loved each other dearly, and looked like twins, but everyone knew May was an android. Plus it wasn't exactly like they advertised it. But May was the first person Lawan came out to as a lesbian, and May learned it from a confession of attraction. That was the point at which their relationship went from aloof and standoffish to close and dear to one another, although neither of their parents were aware of it.

And it wasn't long after May finished up her sexual function overhaul that Lawan volunteered to be the first to test it. And now, Lawan was its most frequent user. She took May by the waist and pulled her up and out of her chair, platform heels clicking against the floor as May found herself being pushed against a wall near to her bed. May wanted to protest, less out of any opposition to the sex itself and more because Lawan had just got back from what was likely an intense two nights of drinking, dancing and god only knew what. But she wasn't skipping a beat as she kissed her android 'sister' with an intense, almost desperate passion, before lowering herself to her knees.

Reaching up and into the long shirt, Lawan grabbed May's panties by the straps and yanked them down suddenly, bringing her face up between May's legs before the android could say a word. Eyes going wide, she pushed her hands against the wall as the sensation of Lawan's tongue started to lap at May's folds. Her licks were long and slow, ending in a press of her lips against May's synthetic labia, before starting again, quickening in pace, before eventually sliding her tongue up between May's folds. Her hands reached up and massaged May's thighs, causing May to shut her eyes and groan softly, her face scrunching slightly as the intensity of the experience caused her processor load to briefly spike.

May then brought one hand down to hike up her shirt, exposing Lawan's head to the sunlight filtering in and allowing May to watch her head bob slowly up and down, rising and falling with each long lap of her tongue. Her other hand grasped roughly at a breast over the fabric of her shirt, pleasuring herself on top of what Lawan was giving her. Her hands dropped only for a moment as she finally reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head, soft colored lights now reflected on the wall of her room from the indicator lights in her open back panel, her body naked now save for a pair of socks.

The android brought one head down to Lawan's head to gently guide her, as though she really needed it, while the other hand went up and kneaded one of her featureless and smooth breasts, the pleasure sensors packed within more than making up for the lack of anatomical correctness above her waist. She pressed her head against the wall as a few strands of her black hair fell over her naked chest.

The pleasure only began to build as Lawan pulled her head back to part May's folds and expose her clit, which she then began to flick her tongue against in more rapid-fire movements. May squirmed underneath Lawan's expert ministrations, pushing one of her feet against the wall as she spread her legs as far as she could and still remain standing, hands now firmly pressed against the wall behind her. Her head pressed against the back wall as she tilted it back, moaning out louder and louder until, finally, she let out a sharp, intense gasp and felt her body shudder. Her orgasm hit her like a typhoon, repeatedly washing over her until she felt the intense, processor-stressing but always welcome sensation fade.

May looked down at Lawan who had pulled her head back, and could barely get a word in before Lawan reached up and took May by the hips again. Ever the aggressive lead, especially today, Lawan stood and spun, the force of her movement carrying May towards the bed, which she landed on with a bounce, laying across the mattress. She raised her head and watched as Lawan, with a smirk, kicked off her platforms and began to undress.

First was her skirt, pushed down her thighs to hit the floor, and getting kicked aside along with her shoes. Her shirt then joined them, leaving her topless, as a bra would look tacky with such an open front. Finally, a pair of black lingerie panties hit the floor at Lawan's feet, and like all the rest, were kicked back towards the wall where May stood.

Pulling the tie from her hair, she let her silky black hair fall down her back and shoulders. The resemblance between the two was uncanny, save a single detail. Whereas May had a synthetic vaginal module and no nipples, Lawan was totally anatomically correct under her clothing. A smooth, featureless mound was between her legs, and like May, her breasts were nippleless, giving her an almost doll-like look under her clothes. Lawan made no comment on it, and neither did May, though only one knew the true reason for this state of affairs.

May knew from the moment she was introduced into the family that she was not the only android in it, and the Saetangs revealed to May her true function. She was indeed a decoy, but not in the sense that May had originally expected. Lawan was the couple's first android, which they had 'adopted' in order to liven their own lives. But in their zeal to have an artificial family member, they had gone the distance and reprogrammed Lawan to think she was a human, which caused considerable issue when the young socialite inevitably exposed herself. Not wanting to hurt their daughter by having to confess the truth to her, they instead opted to get another android from the same model line. If Lawan ended up publicly malfunctioning, it would be said it was May instead. If someone leaked to the press that they had taken apart Lawan Saetang in the course of their duties as a robotics technician, then it'd be May who went there instead. Stressing that they intended to treat her exactly like they had treated Lawan, the Saetangs programmed May to both serve and protect Lawan, which she knew was the source of her interest in mechanical engineering and robotics. May was, perhaps understandably, a bit put off by this, but she wouldn't have to keep up the role for very long.

The plan was ultimately flawed for the simple reason that the Saetangs could never anticipate all the variables, and that came in the form of one of Lawan's raucous parties. Lawan was programmed to simulate getting drunk to keep up appearances. But one drink too many overloaded her storage intakes and Lawan publicly shorted out. Another factor had also prevented the Saetangs from deflecting the incident to May; Lawan had publicly declared herself to be Lawan Saetang to multiple witnesses after stumbling around in her malfunctioning state.

Thus, Lawan's true nature was a very open secret, with the only one genuinely unaware of her true nature being Lawan herself. Her parents confessed publicly, causing something of a minor scandal, but with robotic familial surrogates being all the rage, it was quickly glossed over as as the couple being 'old fashioned'. They decided to keep Lawan's sleeper programming intact, however, and despite how many people referred to her as an android, Lawan would just ignore or outright dismiss this fact in spite of all logic, even when damaged, as nothing more than slander or a joke. Thankfully, despite that public reveal, Lawan was as reliable as any service droid would be expected to be, even one running a modified human emulation AI suite.

“Hah~ Want me to say something cheesy, like 'make love to me'?” May grinned up at Lawan who gave May a wicked smirk in return.

“No,” was all she said, before falling upon May with a playful growl, causing May to reach up and catch her. Then, her hands began to roam over Lawan's naked back, as the other android pressed her anatomically incorrect body into May's slightly more realistic form. May spread her legs, and Lawan followed suit, the two of them pressing their sexes—or in Lawan's case, the featureless mound of synthskin in the place of the simulated article—and began to grind against one another.

May's folds were slick, which cut down on the friction the two were generating, but their bodies were still growing hot as Lawan continued her sinuous motions on top of May's body. Lawan didn't really feel pleasure, at least insofar as returnable data like May did. To Lawan, pleasure was something more conceptual than a real, tangible sensation. In her AI, the mimicry of sex brought with it a positive reinforcement that originally was only supposed to make her flirtatious. Of course, her sexuality took a different route, as it had never been hard-coded one way or another, although May always wondered if her lean towards more sapphic desires was somehow driven by the fact that she could not be penetrated, though obviously this ran into problems when fingers and sex toys were brought up. Understandably, many were confused by her desire for sex despite not being able to actually engage in it, at least in ways most humans could understand it, which meant that May was her only real longtime sexual partner.

And May would have been happy to reprogram Lawan to recognize herself as an android, but that was out of her hands. Their parents had insisted on Lawan living as normal a human life as possible. And upgrading her to the same standards as May was also out of the question, since while she had been rather popular and had made a name for herself documenting her own upgrades, the experience had mortified her parents, who she had not consulted with first. Still, they were accepting of May getting such upgrades, but for now, the sexually conservative older couple seemed to be on the fence about it, and it seemed half-expected May to publicise either potential event. It was all a bit silly to her, considering that they were progressive enough to adopt androids as daughters in the first place, but humans could often be scattershot with their ideologies, it seemed.

But all thoughts of what she could do to make Lawan more realistic were shunted to a secondary processor system as the forefront of her attention was focused on scissoring her sister unit. Laying back on the bed, with her head at one end and Lawan's on the other, both android girls now began rapidly rolling their hips against one another, gripping the sheets underneath them as they began to moan out in an identical voice, both on the verge of reaching the heights of pleasure.

Moaning, groaning, the two androids locked legs tightly with one another, in a position that humans would have found awkward, but neither felt pain and Lawan didn't give it a second thought, as programming dictated. Locking their hip servos with two pairs of dull mechanical whirrs, the two gynoids bucked their hips and twisted their upper bodies as both their crotches became slick with May's synthetic arousal. May threw her head back and let out a howl of pleasure, and came for the second time in under an hour, a testament to Lawan's prowess.

But Lawan kept going, kept moaning, letting out hot groans and moans. May figured she wasn't quite at her peak yet, and kept moving with her, albeit at a slightly slower pace. But things started to get a bit concerning when Lawan's head and shoulders started to twitch and jerk in odd ways, her eyes opening and closing in rapid, fluttering blinks. May sat up a bit straighter and looked over at Lawan, whose moans were now starting to loop and stutter. From her chest, a steady alert beep began to rise.

“O-Oh, shit...Lawan. Lawan, hey!”

“A-Ah-Ahn-Ahn-Ahn-Ahhhnnn—So-Something-Something--Like ma-make love? Make love-love? Hah. Hah. This par-party-is-party is wi-wild-wild! M-more-more sho-shots for the fuck. Fuck me. Fu-Fuck me-me.”

“Oooohhh, damnit...” May recognized this. It was a combination of a low battery error and an overheating error. One fed into the other. The lower her battery levels, the more stress it put on other systems, all of which lacked power to properly correct the issue. Normally, she had overrides to prevent this sort of issue, but most of them had been disabled by her parent's request. Again, something else May was forbidden from fixing up.

May reached over to shut her sister down using a hidden button behind her neck, but with a loud moan that was in a higher pitch than her voice normally permitted, Lawan's legs suddenly jerked and spasmed into an even tighter lock. May was now getting stress alerts from the tight lock, and let out a gasp of surprise.

“A-Ah~! Sh-Shit...” The potential for damage was quite erotic, but the emergency situation she was in put that aside. Her primary directive was now in full force, she had to protect her sister from harm. Ultimately, however, 'harm' for an android was a fairly loose concept. Disassembly, for instance, didn't qualify. And both androids were easily disassembled at a basic level for transport, a holdover from their service model days.

So with a grunt of exertion as Lawan continued babbling in an electronic tone at a fevered pitch, May bent forward as far as she could go, struggling at first to get a good hold of her sister's pelvis, before pressing in sharply and hearing a click. Next, she pushed up, and watched as Lawan's upper torso, arms and head fell back onto the bed with several tight bundles of wires and cables following after. And in the dull gray framework assembly of Lawan's pelvis, May found a pair of emergency release stubs. Pressing in on them caused the servo motor locks of Lawan's hip/thigh joint servo motors to unlock with a dull metal click, freeing May from their grasp.

May laid back, panting softly until, with a soft click, she shut her artificial respiration systems down. They did help in cooling her aftermarket systems, but right now, she was at an acceptable temperature. She lifted her head, then the rest of her body, and looked at her sister's twitching components.

Her legs were still, completely disconnected from her pelvis, the circular fittings for her hip/thigh servos were now slowing to a crawl, still attempting to fulfill their last directed function, but ultimately unable to, as the power cables running to them from her upper torso had been disconnected.

Her upper body said it all. Her arms twitched up and down, pivoting in random directions at the shoulder and elbow in quick bursts of motion, paired with dull buzzes and whirs indicative of low power. Her metal “spine” twitched up and down as it lay exposed jutting out among the wires and cables at the point where her upper body terminated, looking more like a piece of piping with bolted on flanges to act as anchor points for wires and cables, acting a bit like a simple facsimile of the transverse process of a vertebrae. Something was buzzing deep in her chest, and her head and neck twitched and canted in random directions.

“Nocutesingle—No cute. Ladies. Singlesinglesingle—c-c-club-club--youknowyouknowhow--bad that is—baaaatttttteerrryyyyyyy--” Lawan continued to blurt out previous statements as her processors attempted to find a safe point prior to her malfunction to boot back from, and failed to do so. They would continue to try until her processors malfunctioned. May, knowing that wouldn't be good, moved quickly on top of Lawan's body and slipped a hand up under her right ear.

“Youknohowthat--” A plastic-y click signaled the toggle for Lawan's on/off switch, immediately shutting her systems down. May closed her eyes and pushed herself off the bed, directly looking down at her Lawan, whose arms were jutting off in different directions and whose face was frozen mid-malfunction. She shook her head slowly and sat back, looking around at all the parts before looking back at her computer screen.

Editing would have to wait, which meant that the series would be delayed. It wasn't that she didn't care about Lawan in this state, she did. But Lawan could be repaired or even restored from backup if need be, and both Lawan and herself were based off of the most popular android used in the city. But it was still a disappointment and one that would probably take some serious explaining.

Closing her eyes and letting her own systems cool, May sat back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, before taking another look back at the computer monitors. And that was when an idea began to formulate in her head.

Turning to look down at her dismantled sister, a smirk started to spread on her face. The series might be delayed, but that didn't mean she had to disappoint her fans...

May checked her internal clock. Ten minutes to zero hour. Everything was pretty much ready to go, the only thing she had to worry about now was how the world would react.

She wasn't unaccustomed to second thoughts. Even AI's could doubt themselves, taking into account new potential complications and data sets from unexpected sources, but the time for doubt had long since passed. An hour ago, she got the word out on social media that she would be doing a surprise stream. Naturally, she didn't say what it was about, but she could already tell from glances at her laptop's holographic overlay that her chat was going wild with speculation. Given some of the crazy theories being put forward—that she'd reveal she was now the head of some big corporation or that she had a huge sponsorship deal, that she was going to be getting a new pet, or that she was even getting married—she jokingly wondered if 'merely' revealing her sister's world debut as a dismantled android would be disappointing.

Lawan was propped up on her metal work table in the back of the home that doubled as May's social media studio. Currently, the only intact parts of her were her upper torso, neck and head. The rest of her from just below her faux 'ribcage' on down was entirely dismantled, removed so as to allow for better access to her internals and easier removal of her dermal backing panels. A pole attached to a stand went up into her body, with metal clamps placed on her endoskeletal framework holding her up. Her face was still frozen in an expression of lust, wiring and cabling sticking out in tight bundles from her shoulder sockets, while several thick cables and more bundles of colored wiring dangled above the table's worn, well-used surface. May had already seen damage from an electrical overload, and so knew where to begin, but there was always a bit of theater to a good repair livestream.

Turning to look at her streaming setup, she was satisfied with what she had. A few professional-quality photography lamps and light absorbing screens were set up around the worktable, just out of sight of the central camera, although the two side cameras she had set up could give a user a glimpse. They were all tied to a central computer, a powerful laptop on a nearby folding table capable of managing not only the stream, but several diagnostic functions for robotics applications as well. Typically, it was set up for herself, but it didn't take much to reconfigure it for Lawan's mostly identical hardware and core software. All the cameras were currently off, and with a simple wireless command, she could activate them once the stream started. Several microphones were set up to allow for the best audio quality available without sacrificing work space and didn't carry the risk of a dreaded sound peak if she started doing loud mechanical work, as part of her streaming/robotics diagnostic computer's set-up allowed for automatic audio mixing on the fly with some of the smallest possible latency on the market.

Viewers would thus be treated to a top-quality experience, allowing for on-the-fly camera adjustment thanks to May's wireless connection, which was about as secure as a civilian system could be without dipping into military-grade cryptography measures.

So the stream was set up just fine, but she had to wonder. How would Lawan react to this? She'd have to activate her at some point to make sure she was functional. More importantly, how would their parents react, as there wouldn't be any denying Lawan was a robot now, and it would very likely come out that the two were intimate. May was tired of hiding it, and tired of Lawan being forced to do so by her programming, so maybe this would finally get the message out to them. Her single act of defiance as their otherwise (mostly) obedient daughter.

Five minutes. The pre-stream was starting, showing off her graphic, a stylized version of herself as an anime-style robot superhero, with the words in both Thai and English 'STREAM STARTING SOON!' scrolling horizontally across the screen. It was a little simplistic, but it got the job done, plus it paid homage to one of her first fan artwork pieces.

With the timer heading ever closer to zero, May put on her best smile, drawing on her core customer service programming, and activated the cameras. Stepping back, she gave her audience a playful smirk as she allowed them to get a good idea of what they were seeing. May, in her purple shirt with a white graphic print, adjusting a pair of work gloves and wearing a few gold chain necklaces, standing next to the disassembled Lawan.

Chat, predictably, exploded with activity.

“Hey chat,” May said with a pleasant tone that she couldn't help but make a bit mischievous. “So, this is my sister, Lawan. Some of you might remember her from my blog series, though most of you are probably more familiar with her parties. She's feeling a bit under the weather so I figured, since you're all waiting so patiently for the next season of MayChanical, I'd fix her up while giving you all a very early exclusive treat.”

The smirk widened a little. She wasn't really a fan of her channel name, having been her original username once she was able to pick something other than a series of letters and numbers for the first time in her existence, but it was popular with chat and efforts to change it seemed ill-advised. Leaning into the work table, she gestured to her sister while looking at the central camera. “As some of you have correctly guessed on the sub, Lawan is an identical model series to me. She and I are practically the same, barring a couple of small changes here and there owing to my custom model status. I should be able to repair her with the spare parts I already have here at the shop.”

May picked up a screwdriver and pointed it at the camera. “Saves time, money, and most importantly, gives you something to enjoy.” May turned to face Lawan's disconnected upper torso and gave her a good once over. A sudden thrill of excitement fired through her systems. With all eyes on her, and watching as the chat reacted positively to what they were seeing—a massive understatement really—she watched through a visual overlay connected to her stream's webpage as her view count began to rise, faster than she had ever seen it. She wondered idly if the side cameras caught her briefly licking her lips as she felt the pleasure rise. May, unsurprisingly, was a bit of an exhibitionist, and this was something at once pleasantly familiar and, with the reveal of her sister's mechanical nature for all to see, all new.

“Alright,” she said as she gave a glance to the left camera. “Let's get started by giving her a hardline connection to the diagnostics computer.” May reached up to the extensive and carefully labeled parts shelf behind Lawan to fetch from one of them a spooled, thick but flexible cable. The cable was quickly unfurled, where the metal plug tip clinked against the table's surface, and May walked over to her laptop. Plugging it in, she made sure it was securely in place before going to Lawan. Brushing aside some of her hair from the back of her neck, she pushed up on the skin of Lawan's neck to cause it to slide upwards, revealing the plastic backing panel and an exposed data port. Pushing the other end of the cable firmly into place, she pushed down on a pair of tabs to lock it in, preventing any accidental disconnection in case of a sudden reactivation or motor system malfunction that might cause her head to jerk or move. Disconnecting the cable improperly in mid-diagnosis could scramble Lawan's software to the point where a system restore might have been necessary, something May would rather avoid if possible.

“Alright...Nice and secure.” May turned to give the central camera a smile, before turning back to Lawan. “Now that we have that done, we move to the mechanical work. We can't reactivate her until we check her power systems.” May was busy getting a few tools out, so she didn't notice a question posed by a chat member.

“looks like she was turned off in the middle of s*x lol”

May briefly paused. It would have been imperceptible to a human, but in order to not break the thin veneer of her own humanity by suddenly pausing to adjust data sets or access information from a central computer bank, May could continue moving while putting all processing functions towards another task, a kind of autonomic takeover of her body's movement functions. Wordlessly, she picked up a tool designed to break the seal of dermal pieces, and brought it up to Lawan's chest. As she pondered how to respond, her hands worked with a practiced efficiency coupled with updated motor programming to disconnect her sister's chest plating, which took up the front half of her upper torso. Finally, she made her decision as she turned to face the central camera again, her shy becoming a lot more bashful.

“Well...She was.” She looked over at Lawan and gave her a quick visual once-over. Her gray metal components were of a light gray color and had a slight shine to them, not quite the reflective surface of chrome, but flashier than the dull metals of May's tools. There were dark spots where entirely cosmetic blue lights would have been glowing softly, were May online. They did nothing beyond look pretty and indicate that she had power going to her systems, with the designer of their model stating that they did so on the off chance someone saw them with their paneling open during repairs. At the center of the various tightly-packed metal parts connected by threads of colored wiring, most of which contained the circuitry that housed the software that managed Lawan's movement functions, was Lawan's power cell, a half-spherical device that was flat at the front owing to the blue LED light that took prominence in its center. Naturally, like everything else, it was off.

“Yeah, she and I...” May trailed off as her confidence returned, tapping Lawan's power cell with the forked tip of the narrow seam decoupler tool. “We're intimate.” Pausing after a moment, she grinned and said “we fuck.”

Chat didn't explode so much as go nuclear.

“I don't like to kiss and tell, but I figured we should be upfront about it at some point. The big reveal of being 'robotwins-with-benefits'.” Chuckling softly to herself, feeling a little silly for making that comment, she then went up to her parts collection and went to work.

May explained every step of the process, losing herself in her work as the hobbyists commented on what she was doing while the other half of her chat were losing their minds over the idea of lesbian android twins. May always knew there was a contingent of her chat that shipped her and Lawan, mostly ironically, but to find out they were right sent many into a fandom frenzy. It was almost overwhelming reading the steamy comments that shot by as her view count continued to rise faster than she ever could have expected.

May first went over the tools she used before using them exactly as she stated to disconnect several thick power couplings at the heads of each of the thick cables running up into Lawan's power cell. Then, with the couplers disconnected, she then pulled the cables loose, careful not to damage them. They were designed to be general purpose androids, so their parts were durable enough to survive long hours of work, but not so expensive that they couldn't be quickly replaced. May then used another tool to slip into the cavity behind the power cell—mindful not to damage Lawan's food intake tube that ran behind and then alongside the cables leading up her neck to her head—and disconnected screws and bolts from the anchor point in the back of her endoskeletal framework.

Setting down the tools, she carefully reached in and pulled free the device, and after carefully unscrewing a final coupler to a cable running into the back of the device, she smirked and lifted it up to the camera for her views to get a good look at. The front half of the device was completely unlike the back, which was much more practically designed and industrial-looking, with several thick metal ports made of a duller substance than the front shell of her power cell sticking out rather prominently, giving the device the look of a sea mine.

“And I'll bet...” May brought the device close to her chest, turned it over to get a better look at it, and slowly nodded. “Yep,” she said as she held the device up once again for the camera to see, commenting on the camera's refusal to properly focus before continuing. “Common issue with sleeper androids. This part should have been serviced a while back, but because they aren't inclined to visit a repair shop, they just ignore it.” Lowering the device, she wagged her finger at the camera playfully. “Just remember if you have a sapient sleeper to get them repaired often, guys. And for those androids in the chat, remember to get regular checkups!”

May set the device down next to one of Lawan's disconnected arms and started to repair and clean the power cell. It would seem the cell itself wasn't damaged, which would have required a total replacement. Only the conduits themselves seemed to have any damage, which indicated that the power cables were the cause of the issue.

All throughout, May explained what she was doing in detail and how the various parts of the component worked, going over the process of repair in a step-by-step way. One benefit of being an android in a streaming format presentation was a perfect memory recall, allowing her to go over such complex tasks without forgetting things or stumbling over her words, something most humans could only manage in a scripted format.

“Okay, that's that done. That should work.” She picked the power cell up and presented it to the cameras in a closeup. “See? Fixed and clean, ready for use. Just make sure, like I said, that the housing of the cell isn't damaged, because then you're just going to short yourself out if you try to reinstall it. Or, y'know, electrocute yourself if you're a human.” She pointed a finger at the camera. “Remember, if you don't know how to fix it or don't have the parts, don't try fixing it yourself. Paying a little extra money is much better than putting yourself or your android at risk.” Smiling after that somewhat serious remark, May set the power cell down on the table and went back to Lawan's upper body.

Peering into the machinery, now with a noticeable gap with the removal of the power cell, May found the source of the problem. Food intake systems were one of Lawan's few hardware modifications, and this one had sprung a leak in the opaque white plastic tube that went down to a zero waste food recycling system. It seemed that Lawan's propensity for alcoholic drinks had caused corrosion on the power cable couplings, which in turn caused the alcohol to vaporize inside of her when the increased stress of their sexual escapades caused the heat inside of her body to rise, shorting the now semi-exposed power cable heads. This had caused a short-out, which thankfully seemed confined to just the power cabling. LR-451's were built to be hardy, easily repaired, and modular for their roles. Were Lawan a dedicated companion or simulacrum model, it was likely a lot more would need to be replaced, and it would be much more expensive.

“Yeap, the power cables shorted. Well, this looks like it might be a lot easier than I initially feared. LR-451 power cables are pretty much compartmentalized, so a short doesn't cause massive damage. They're designed to shut the flow of power down and effectively confine the short to a damaged section. Keeps us from frying our bodies should the worst happen.” May said this as she began carefully disconnecting the damaged cables from Lawan's torso, further opening up more of it for examination. Other wires and cables now stood rigid, either by the nature of their protective metal and fiberglass sheaths, or by being held up to anchor points. More of her segmented pipe-like 'spine' could now be seen, showing where wires ran into it to form her version of a nervous system, and allowed one to get a better look at the servos and their associated subprocessor clusters that normally moved her shoulders, back and neck.

“Okay,” May said as she set the cables down on the table, flashing the cameras a smile as she held up a neon green plastic bag with the universal symbol for recycling on the front. “Always be sure to throw your damaged components in a technology recycling bag for easy identification if you throw them out, or better yet, take them to a local junkyard or secondhand robotics store. Just because it's junk doesn't mean it can't still have a function, like yours truly.” The playfully self-deprecating comment was met with denials and heart emojis from the chat, causing her to change her playful smirk to a warm smile as she turned back to Lawan.

Reaching up to the parts sorting shelves behind her twin's disassembled body, May felt around for the parts she needed. However, to her dismay, she soon found that out of the four individually measured power cell cables she needed, she could only find three. The rest were either not for her model, or they were for different components.

This was a problem. Without the power cables, she couldn't move forward until she got a new one. Checking her internal clock, it was late enough into the evening that traveling to nearby Bangkok would take too long, even on the public access bullet maglev, which meant that the stream would have to end for the night in a disappointing anticlimax.

But there was another option, one that might have carried some risk. Once again thinking rapidly, she turned to face the cameras and leaned back against the table next to Lawan, smirking.

“So, turns out, we don't have the parts we need to repair Lawan's power systems, chat.” As May said this, she reached down and took hold of the hem of her slightly oversized shirt, pulling it up her body. Up and over her head, she was now topless, then removed the chain necklaces she wore, setting them aside somewhere out of the way.

“But fortunately, she and I have the same power system.” May brought both hands up to her breasts and pushed in firmly. With a soft plastic pop, her chest plate loosened in her grip and was pulled from her chest. Setting it on the table next to Lawan's, she turned to face the camera with her power systems on full display, standing next to Lawan for a deliberate contrast.

The lights in her body were all on, filling her interior with a bright, soothing blue light. But that wasn't the only difference between them. May's power systems were customized, and less elegant than Lawan's, valuing function over form and not quite conforming to the overall design of her interior. The aftermarket parts nevertheless made use of already existing components in their operation, masterfully installed by an expert modder. And among those modifications were more power cables and their attached conduits connected to her larger power cell, which was intended to operate all of the new aftermarket sex-related systems in her body.

Picking up a few tools, May kept her eyes on the camera, smiling playfully as her tools slipped into narrow crevices between metal components, her body whirring and buzzing more openly as she worked the tools in by memory, knowing the exact paths to take from her own adjustments and modifications to her systems.

“Now, I can't stress this enough,” May said as she slipped the end of one of the tools—a narrow but solid metal rod that was attached to a T-shaped handle—into the fastening bolt of one of the cable's power conduits, loosening it before moving on to the next. “If you don't have the training or programming to do this sort of thing, you should never, ever try to do this while you or your android are still online. I can do this because I'm very practiced at this, but without the skills necessary, it's very--”

The lights in her chest flickered as the tool fell from her body, her hand going to her side as the cable slipped out of its attachment point and unplugged itself from her power cell. “Uns-Uns-Uns-s-s-s-s-s-s--” No flashes or sparks followed, but the sudden power loss caused her systems to briefly hang as they rerouted power flow to best optimize her systems. As her head slowly canted to one side, her eyes went wide and her expression went blank as she began a reboot phase, at the end of which she jolted up to a straight and at-attention standing position.

“System Reboot Complete. Power Flow To Primary Cell Successfully Rerouted.” May blinked four times rapidly, before putting on a consumer-friendly smile, then closing her eyes as she overrode her automatic expression functions to put on a more sultry smirk. Reaching into her chest, she carefully pulled the cable loose from her chest compartment. The conduits had a digital telemetric design feature that allowed one conduit end to be loosened if the opposite side had already been disconnected, which May or a mechanic with the proper encrypted signal could use to disconnect components. It saved her a lot of time, even if it meant that she didn't have the excuse to take half of herself apart for the stream.

“And there,” she said with a smirk, setting the cable down. “One fully functional LR-451-compatible p. P. P.” The repetition was followed by three head twitches, at the end of which, May closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. “...Power cable. Ready to be installed.”

May smirked, and turned to Lawan. She reached out for her chest plate to put it back on, but took a glance at the chat in her HUD. People were literally donating to keep her from putting it back on, and she playfully rolled her eyes. “Alright, fine~ But if I get a short, it's your fault.”

May picked up the now-removed power cable and slipped it up and underneath Lawan's torso, through the gap where the rest of her body was once connected, and connected it to the anchor points in Lawan's upper torso. The other three soon followed, and were finally joined by the power cell, which was eased back into its own anchor points in the center of Lawan's chest. Screws tightened and fasteners secured, May had only one thing left to do now.

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Lawan had three methods of reactivation. The first was a remote signal carried by a connected device that would allow someone to remotely activate and deactivate her as needed. This could have been done by May, but was a little unreliable when Lawan wasn't completely reassembled. The second option was to use the power tab hidden behind her ear. But this would be awkward and not give those watching the stream the best view, as Lawan would have to lean up and reach for the button. The third option was the one May selected.

Mindful of the need to protect herself from any potential discharge, May picked up a narrow tool with a blunt end and eased it into a small depression with a soft rubber tip at the very side of Lawan's power cell. This was her emergency power switch for her power cell, accessible only with the removal of her chest plating and intended to be used for either maintenance or extreme scenarios where no other method of deactivation was possible.

With a soft click, the tool did its job, and there were no bright flashes of bursts of sparks indicative of a power cell failure. Instead, the blue LED lights throughout Lawan's body flickered as Lawan's eyelids fluttered. Unlike May, Lawan did not have pre-loaded system announcements, since she was supposed to be human and all, so her reactivation was completely silent.

“Okay...That should be all we need to test her cognitive functions.” Pausing a moment, May smiled and asked “Lawan? How are you feeling?”

“I'm. I'm feeling. Feeling.” Lawan's expression paused, before she began to laugh in a rather odd way. “Me? An android? No. Me? An android? No. You must be mistaken. I'm not an android! I'm not an android! That's ridiculous. I. That's ridiculous.” Lawan's head swiveled left and right. “That's not. I'm not. I can drink and eat, android's can't do that. They can't do that. And I can--” Lawan was suddenly silenced as the tool was brought up to her power cell's emergency power switch, shutting Lawan off completely.

“Ah, damnit, I was worried about that.” After a moment, she walked over to her diagnostics computer and from it, pulled out several cables. Currently it was only set to monitor Lawan's power systems, and May needed to access her processors. She plugged the four cables into four matching plugs on the back of Lawan's neck, which were one of the few outwardly obvious signs of her true nature, typically disguised by her long hair. With clicks and clacks, the cables were plugged in, and returning to the computer, May's blue LED lights in her exposed chest flickered as she processed a sensation of excitement.

Aside from their parents, May was the only other individual given access to Lawan's systems, much as Lawan had access to May's. Both were only to be used in emergencies, which this certainly qualified as, but there was a sort of thrill associated with doing something taboo that nevertheless came with accessing her sister's AI. And now doing so on stream, the viewers watched as one of Lawan's eyes half-shut, then opened again, the small sign that her AI had been reactivated for editing, leaving her higher functions disabled.

Fortunately, May had to do only one simple task to get what she wanted. The programming that blocked her ability to recognize her own android nature when presented with it was part of a very simple programming add on that came from an off-the-shelf source. Said program tended to come packaged with wife or other family surrogate models, but came separately should someone desire some other sort of android to act as human as possible, typically so as to avoid some embarrassment over owning an android that some felt. This meant that the option to disable it was also user-friendly and easy to access.

“Settings, Android Behavioral Parameters, Tier 5 Human Emulation Programming, and one disabled checkbox later...Done.” May smirked as she looked up at the forward-facing camera from over the top of the computer's screen, and then hit a few more buttons. The power cells in Lawan's chest, glowing dimly since May reactivated her base-level AI and other systems, now flared to life as Lawan let out a sharp gasp.

May turned to face Lawan, smiling as the android let out a few more post-orgasmic gasps, her emulation systems catching up to prior system memory, and her eyes went from half-closed to wide open, looking down at herself as her shoulder servos began to turn with soft robotic buzzes and whines.

“Lawan?” May asked with a bit of caution. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel...I feel...” Lawan tilted her head back with a soft servo motor buzz and let out a long, lewd groan. “Fantastic~!” With several following gasps, Lawan looked down at herself, and the expression fell away from her face. “Holy shit...”

“Yeah, Lawan. Sorry if this is a bit of a shock, but--”

“I'm an android...Oh, fuck, May...” Her head rose to look at her sister with another soft servo motor whine, and to May's surprise, instead of a look of dread or terror, the widest grin she had ever seen spread across Lawan's face. “I'm an android! That's...Holy shit, this is hot!”

Chat went off like a volcano at that. Several users timed themselves out for abusing emote spam in their shock.

“Oh...Really?” May blinked, caught off guard.

“Mnnnh...Yes, fuck, yes! I just...Knowing I'm like you, is...” Lawan closed her eyes as her grin mixed with an intense sexual pleasure. “I've always wished to be an android like you. Thought about a conversion, or something similar, even if our parents would go insane about that. Now I find out I am one anyway, by being dismantled, like some kind of...I dunno, like a car or something...” Lawan opened her eyes and looked down at herself again, peering into her open chest. “And totally at your mercy...Oh, May, do whatever you want to me~”

May chuckled, a blush coming to her cheeks as she turned to look at the cameras. “Uh, probably later. Right now I gotta' just make sure you're all in one piece. Plus I think mother and father are going to be a little annoyed that I activated you without your human program restrictions activated on my stream.”

“Wait,” Lawan said with a blink. “I'm on your stream?”

May blinked once, and then shut her eyes tightly. “Oh...Dammit, yeah, I should have mentioned that. But with all the excitement, I--”

“Oh my God, May!” Lawan's eyes fluttered. “That's even better! Jesus, that's like getting taken apart in the middle of the street!”

May's eyes widened with surprise. “Guess the exhibitionist streak must run in Lotus Robotics models...” May smiled and walked over to Lawan, reaching up and into her chest, brushing her warm power cell with a few careful, sensual strokes. Lawan wouldn't feel it, but she certainly could see May doing it, which brought with it a rush of erotic sensation. “But, I gotta' shut you off now. Just wanted to make sure your processors were alright. You had a power surge while we were, uh...”

“Fucking,” Lawan said with a grin. “You can say that on stream, right~?”

“Yep.” May returned the grin as she brought her fingers to Lawan's emergency power switch.

“Wait, May, before you do anything else...” Lawan paused as she asked “I...We, we got faceplates, right? They come off, don't they?”

“Yeah...” May tilted her head with a smirk. “You want me to take yours off?”

“Yeah...” Lawan shut her eyes for a moment again as erotic sensation hit her in powerful waves. “I want the most human part of me removed. So nobody can deny I'm a machine...”

“Hmmh, and I thought you weren't one for melodrama, Lawan.”

“Oh, shut up,” Lawan said playfully, before letting out a calming sigh and closing her eyes. May, happy to oblige, smiled as she brought both hands up to Lawan's face and pressed down on her temple. Then, slid her fingers underneath Lawan's jaw to press into it, causing a latch at the very back to click as her face moved forward, the outline of it now exposed as May carefully removed it and set it aside.

Lawan turned to face the cameras, and exposed what lay underneath. From just below where her nose was on up, interlocking polished metal plates made up the structure of the front of her face, covering the wiring and electronics that powered and sent signals to and from her processors. Lawan's optics were a pair of metal orbs that sat further back in a pair of wide metal sockets, a single glowing blue LED point at their center, with four lines of softer LED lights leading to it, forming a kind of curved X-shape along their surface. Her olfactory sensors were little more than a pair of soft black rubber pads sitting between these optical sensors. Below her optic sockets and olfactory sensors, there was only a metal gap, a socket that normally fit Lawan's upper and lower jaw mechanisms. Without them, it was easy to see the off-white plastic opening for her 'throat', which is what allowed her to intake food and water. Narrow sockets throughout showed the connection points of her jaws, which were attached to her faceplate.

Lawan gasped, groaned, and moaned, the optics rolling with a metallic buzz as she gave into ecstacy and processed an orgasm live on stream. May blushed at the comments people were leaving. Not even she was so excitable on camera.

“Hah...Satisfied?”

“Yea...Yea...” Lawan said with faux exhaustion, her head tilting back and her optic sensors rolling upwards. “Okay...Shut me off.”

May nodded, and happy to oblige, reached in and pressed the emergency power switch. The lights in Lawan's body flickered and went out, as her power cell audibly wound down before the mostly dismantled android went completely silent.

“Now,” May said with a slight shudder of arousal, “with that excitement out of the way, let's get to reassembling her...”

It had been two months since May streamed Lawan's repairs and reassembly, and once again, she was in the news. Her parents were livid, of course, but no punishments were dolled out. After all, many had correctly pointed out that given their level of AI maturity and the laws in place, both androids were capable of doing what they wished. So, with a measure of reluctance, they publicly accepted their daughter's 'coming out' as an android. And in the long run, this proved to be an enormous weight off their mind, as it meant no longer covering for all those accidental exposures of her robotic nature.

It had, however, a rather unexpected effect. Lawan became even more outgoing, enjoying a newfound version of her celebrity as an internationally recognized android erotic star. This had embarrassed her parents some, but they were already a little used to it from May. But whereas May focused on an educational aspect to her work, detailing how to put Lawan back together, the newly-realized android showed everyone how to take her apart as QueenMechabare.

May had to admit that she wasn't sure how she felt about having her sister be her biggest competition on the robotics streaming scene. But, Lawan was certainly happy about it, happier and more sure of herself than May had ever remembered the party girl being, which said a lot.

It was that thought which made May smile as she sat back in her chair, editing the VOD of her latest stream, a review of the latest fine motor adjustment tools from Lotus Robotics as part of a sponsorship deal. May looked down at her hand and its new synthskin plate covering, and back up at the closeup of that same hand disassembled, when she heard the door open and shut.

“Hey, Lawan,” May said to Lawan through the open door of her room with a smile, knowing it could be nobody else in their shared home. “How was the convention?”

“Awesome, actually!” May could hear Lawan approach by the soft click of her heels approaching her work chair from behind. “Got to meet some of my European, Japanese and American counterparts. That one cute erotic Vtuber, the new one? She debuted her new body and publicly called me her onee-chan after telling everyone I was a big inspiration for her.” May heard Lawan sigh softly. “It's nice being a role model~”

“Hah! Well, that's awesome! Big profile name like that should be sure to give you a fame boost.” May was about to follow up on that when she suddenly felt something soft and warm press against the back of her head. Lawan's breasts, still anatomically incorrect, but now much softer and several cup-sizes larger, felt like firm pillows against the back of her head and neck. A blush appeared on May's cheeks as she felt Lawan's hands start to drift up her shoulders.

“You know, it also got me thinking...” Lawan's fingers slowly crept up to the sides of May's head. “You and me? We ought to do a collaboration stream. The two of us, showing off our talents together? The most popular sisterbots in Southeast Asia. People would go wild for it~”

“Mmmh...” May let out a pleasant sigh as the stress of editing eased from her at Lawan's expert touch. Closing her eyes, she smiled warmly. “That's a really good idea, actually. When were you thinking of doing it?”

“Right now, actually.” The statement caused May's eyes to open wide again as her first thought went to how she was going to prepare for something that short-noticed, before they went even wider as her head was suddenly wrenched hard to the right. Twisted and jerked left and right, May's neck responded with stressed servo motor whines and metallic pops, before a final sharp twist pulled her head completely off of her neck with a tear of synthetic skin and a flash of blue-white sparks.

Lifted up and away from her neck, connected to her twitching body by the thick power cables and sensory wire bundles that ran back into it, May's left eyebrow twitched wildly as her mostly disconnected head was turned to face her sister. Her silver miniskirt and matching triangle top that shamelessly showed off the seams running through her body, highlighted with metallic strips. Her eyes glowed an intense sapphire color, and her black hair, once long and flowing, was now done up in a classic 'sci-fi girl' bob cut to expose the silver metal connection plugs in her neck.

She raised her phone up and pointed the screen at herself and May's head as she leaned in close to press a cheek against May's, not bothered by the malfunctioning twitch of her facial motors on that side.

“Surprise collab stream with my sister, everyone~! Come on over to QueenMechabare to see me fuck apart my sister, MayChanical!”

May, still too stunned and malfunctioning too hard to effectively respond, could only respond with the whirs and buzzes of her body as she was pulled over towards the bed, body still sitting on her wheeled work chair, and processing what would be the first of many intense orgasms for the next five hours of impromptu erotic streaming...
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The Fantasia Club

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The phone only rang twice before Andy snagged it and picked it up.

“Hello?”

A sweet sounding woman's voice was on the other end “hi, is this Andy Crawford?”

“Yeah, this is Andy, who's this?”

“This is Crystal, from the Fantasia Club, I'm happy to tell you that your hired.”

“Wow, that's great, thank you so much!”

It had been nearly a year since Andy had been laid off from the school district, servicing educational android units.

“If you wouldn't mind coming down to the club, there is some more paperwork to sign and we can talk a little bit more about duties and schedule.” Crystal said happily.

“Sure, I'll be right there, see you in a little bit” Andy replied a little hastily.

Andy was spending his afternoon lounging around before his call had come, so he figured the grubby t-shirt and jeans weren't the best things to wear to the first day on the job. So he changed quickly into a nice polo shirt and some less disgusting jeans.

After a quick drive to the Fantasia Club Andy met Crystal at the front entrance. She was the same beautiful woman who had interviewed him. She seemed to be perpetually happy because Andy had never seen her not smiling warmly. Her shoulder length dark hair seemed to change shades as she walked.

“That was quick, well follow me and I'll show you around.” Crystal said in her high pitched voice that always seemed to make Andy feel like they had been the best of friends.

After signing the usual tax forms and new hire paperwork Crystal led him out of her office and down to the main club floor. There were dance cages and a large polished dance floor with two separate poles erected in the center. The stage led back to a curtained doorway where the performers could enter and exit easily. Crystal and Andy hopped up on stage and through the curtain. They were obviously in the back dressing room where a few of the nights girls were already applying whatever make up and sultry outfits they felt would coax the most money out of the customers.

“And through here is your domain.” Crystal had walked him through the whole dressing room to a back door. She pushed it open and waved her hand for Andy to enter. He walked though the door past Crystal into a room with a large wrap around work bench on the half the back and left wall. There was a surgical steel reclining chair in the middle of the room along with a little cart of tools, instruments and a laptop. There were also four girls standing stock still along the back wall next to the work bench. Each wearing a pink tank top and white shorts.

“Ok, well, I'll just leave you to get acquainted with you're new, erm, work space. If you need anything my number is programmed into the phone on the workbench and there is a pager there for you. If any of the girls has a problem it'll page you. Listen, we are opening in about half an hour, why don't you come find me out there a little later and check in.” and with that Crystal gently closed the door and left Andy with four gorgeous women who he could order to do anything he liked. Now, however, was not the time to let his manhood do the thinking for him, he did have work to do. Thats when Andy noticed that each girl had a name tag with the girls name written in pretty, obviously feminine handwriting stuck to their chests.

“That's helpful.” Andy looked over to the first girl. A beautiful blond with a smooth almond shaped face and a knock out body from Andy could tell. She looked like a typical stripper, though he had to admire the D cup breasts. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra so he felt he could appreciate the rack under the shirt.

“Ok, Scarlet you are first.” Andy said, a little surprised at the nice gesture from his new employer.

As soon as her name was spoken the first girls eyes glided open and a smirk crossed her face. She sauntered over to him and held out her hand. Andy took it, and shook, looking a little puzzled at her behavior.

“Hi, my name is Scarlett, you must be our new tech. I need you to set a new supervisor code for me before we can do anything else” she then gave a quick wink to Andy.

“uhm, ok... 33751207.”

Scarlet smiled for a second then said “Data stored, new supervisor code accepted. What can I do for you today?”

“Well, I would like to get a baseline on all you girls, remove yourself from the list of online girls for the night and lie down in the chair. I'll also need to connect to your data port please.”

“Supervisor code please.”

Andy sighed, personality or not, some things never changed. “33751207”

“confirmed, data port open”

Scarlet swung herself onto the chair in the center of the room and held out her left arm. Just below the wrist a small patch of skin had lifted up slightly to reveal a rather standard looking USB port. Andy tapped the space bar on the laptop to start it up and then plugged a USB cable into the computer and into Scarlet's data port. The android management application automatically started on the laptop and after a few seconds displayed a readout of Scarlet's current software and firmware versions, late service date, fluid levels, and a small wire-framed graphic of her body. Andy wanted to make sure everything was running smoothly so her started running a full diagnostics sweep, “can't be too careful” he thought to himself. He also noticed that her saline solution and lubricant levels were not topped off, not that she needed them but Andy liked to have everything running in prime condition, besides he had time to kill, the scan would take an hour or two at least.

Andy walked over to the workbench and found several containers of lubricant and a large jug of saline solution. He didn't feel like spilling saline all over the place so her poured a small amount into a plastic cup he scrounged up from one of the many cabinets under the bench. He also made a mental note to someday take inventory of all the spare parts in the cabinets as well. A chore in itself! He stepped back over to the laptop and saw all the different sectors of her hard drive that had been scanned so far and took a quick review. It looked like the club had spent a lot of money keeping things like her sexual matrix and firmware up to date as well as installing several scenario packs. Normally this wouldn't much matter, but this was a club, customers weren't supposed to touch the girls, let alone have sex with them. Andy brushed it off, maybe Crystal used them on the side for her own personal use. That got Andy a little hot for a second but he shook it off again realizing he was standing there holding lube and saline.

He set down the saline and tapped the wire-frame model of Scarlet on the belly, which brought up a list of commands and a command prompt. Andy tapped on 'service panel' and then apply. No sooner had he clicked his mouse button that a small hiss issued from under Scarlet's shirt and a portion of it lifted. Andy reached over and pulled the shirt up to just under her breasts to reveal a section of skin from the sternum down to just below the belly button had lifted off her body and set is aside. Andy reached over and peered inside. There was a thick looking rubber like tube running down further into her body, “That'll be her vagina and fluid removal system” Andy thought to himself. The tube ran up further into the mess of wires and disappeared towards the back. Andy knew that on this model the fluid intake system dumped everything into a tank that had to be accessed from their back side. Though the read out said Scarlet's was empty right now.

On the right hand side of the cavity there were two small rubber stoppers held in place by a small clamp. One had a small graphic of a mouth on it, the other had a small droplet. Andy undid the clasp on the stopper with a droplet on it and tipped the nozzle of the lube bottle he was holding into the opening. He held it there until it stopped filling and then restoppered it. Glancing over at the computer Scarlet's lubricant tank was now full. Andy repeated the same process for the saline.

With Scarlet out of commission for a while Andy decided to take up Crystal on her offer and meet her out on the floor. He strolled through the dressing room which was now packed full of girls in all states of dress and undressed to the back door which led out behind the bar. As he passed the bar tender introduced himself and offered Andy a drink, which he took.

He didn't have to wait long, he took a seat on the upper level over looking the dance floor. He spotted Crystal before she spotted him and he found himself watching her dreamily as she interacted with the other customers. She finally did catch his eye and made her way up to his table.

“So, how are my girls doing?” she said flopping down in the chair next to him.

“Oh good, I'm just trying to get a base line on them before I stamp my seal of approval on them.”

“well, if you need to do any kind of, shall we say, private testing on them. We have four suites up here on the top level for you to use. And feel free to blow off a little steam with them if need be, one of the many perk we offer our employees” she gave him a cheesy smile bobbed her eye brows.

“uh, thanks...I actually had a question about that. There is an awful lot of sexual software on Scarlet, I thought patrons weren't allowed to touch the girls, only look.”

“well that's true, for girls. Human girls. Congress was rather mum on the subject of artificials. We don't advertise them and they don't come cheap, but we do have some high paying customers who do enjoy a little roll in the hay with someone who never leaves the club and never gossips to anyone. It's a good way for them to have a fling without the wife finding out.”

“hm, good to know. So what about you? You look more like you should be dancing than managing.”

“What a line!” she said with a cute smirk and a twinkle in her eye that let Andy know that she had liked the compliment “But, I used to dance. Right here at this very club. They guy who owned it before me was retiring and mentioned he was going to sell the business. So being single and making good tips I offered to buy the business from him. I enrolled in a few business management classes and here we are. I've been in charge here for nearly three years now.”

Andy's pager went off, giving him a small jolt as he wasn't expecting it.

“Looks like Scarlet's done, back to the grind”

“Hey, maybe we could get some coffee after the club closes tonight?”

And let the smile creep across his face “yeah, that sounds good” and he stumped off to the back room again.

Scarlet was indeed finished scanning. Andy disconnected the USB cable and rolled it up next to the laptop. As soon as it was free of the data port Scarlet turned her head and smiled at Andy while the port in her arm closed.

“May I have my stomach back?” She said toyingly.

“oh, uh, yeah here, let me.” Andy reached over and grabbed her panel covering and fitted it back onto the two clips that lifted it off. As soon as it clicked into place it was pulled back towards her body and fit snugly back where it was before. Scarlet closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose and smiled.

“mmmmm, that feels better. You know I love having you guys poke around inside of me. I love the feeling. Did you enjoy yourself too?”

Andy blushed a little and managed “uh, yes, it was very nice. Scarlet why don't we go to one of the private rooms so I can test the rest of your systems.”

“sure thing, stud” she smirked and hopped off the chair. She walked past Andy into the changing room and quickly lost her top and shorts. Andy had to admire the perfect curvature of her breasts and the smoothness of her skin. He knew she was built that way, and that she was just a bundle of wires and circuits, but that didn't stop him from staring. Scarlet slipped into a slinky red dress and glanced over her shoulder at Andy. She winked again then wagged her finger to indicate she wanted him to follow.

She led him out through the bar and up to the top level, into one of the suites Crystal had mentioned earlier. If he didn't know better he would have sworn he just walked into a small house. The walls were painted a warm cream color and a nice king sized bed with red silk sheets took up most of the room. Scarlet quickly flung off the dress and stepped out of her panties but left her spiked heeled shoes on, then sat on the edge of the bed and fell backwards sprawling herself out before Andy.

“C'mon big boy, lets see how hot we can get my systems to run!”

Andy gulped slightly. “Well, that's not what I had in mind, my dear. Open your abdominal access panel again and await my command”

“Confirmed” Scarlet's abdominal panel once again slid open and she waited for Andy to remove it. He stepped over and took it off, setting it on the floor.

“Now, lets have you initiate manual sex with yourself. Do not enter an orgasm sequence without my confirmation, understood?”

“Confirmed, tech supervisor code required to over-ride orgasm auto start sequence.”

“33751207”

As soon as Andy had uttered the last number in the sequence Scarlet slid her hand down to her sex and began rubbing it, along with a sharp intake of air. She continued rubbing and slid her fingers inside her wet folds. Her breathing increased as she picked up the pace. Andy looked inside of her open access cavity. He could see that the rubber like tube leading down to her synthetic vagina was gently expanding and contracting with each thrust of her fingers. He could also see fluids rushing along through the small lubricant tube. “good, no leaks” Andy thought. He pulled out a small flash light from the tool case he had brought up with him and shined it inside of her. Andy scooted some of the wires out of the way with his finger, making sure not to disturb the rubber tube that was still pulsating. He finally found his was though Scarlet's inner workings to the middle of her torso where he could glance the saline tank and he saw that the small pump in it was working flawlessly. He glanced up at Scarlet's face, she was licking her lips to moisten them and moaning softly. Her other hand had reached up and was rolling her nipple in between her index finger and her thumb.

“Ok Scarlet, everything seems to be running just fine. Go ahead an initiate an orgasm for me.”

“Scarlet let out one more loud moan “c-confirmed” she said in a shuttering whisper of a breath. Her back arched and she let out a squeaky moan of pleasure and finally removed her fingers from her pussy.

“Please test your esophagus seal, Scarlet”

She smirked and put her two fingers into her mouth and sucked gently while using her tongue to lick of the remaining lube from her fingers. Andy, still peering inside of her body saw the fluid travel down a small clear tube leading down from the top of the opening and into the mess of cables. Andy knew that it dumped into the holding tank.

“Are you sure there isn't anything I can do for you hot stuff?” Scarlet asked in a deeper than normal husky voice, causing Andy took look up from his examination.

“I think I'll have to pass for now, maybe next time.” Andy smiled and snapped her panel back into place. Again it slid down and fit snugly back into her abdomen. Andy took out a small aerosol can from the tool bag and sprayed it along the seam the panel had left. The seam disappeared at once as if nothing was there. He also sprayed some seam sealant on the data port on her wrist.

“Ok, go ahead and get dressed, then go back to your charging station and plug in for the rest of the evening, unless someone calls for you.”

Andy walked out of the suite and bumped straight into Crystal.

“Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! Are you ok!?”

Crystal giggled and blushed a little “I've had worse, I think I'll survive. So how is our girl doing?”

“Just fine, I just finished up with Scarlet. She'll be out in a bit and then she's going to charge until someone calls”

“Well I was just going to tell you to start another scan going and then we could knock off a little early. My evening shift manager is here and it's a little slow tonight. So how about that coffee?”

“sure, yeah, of course. I'll meet you down stairs in about ten minutes.”

Scarlet smiled at him and walked on. Andy felt flustered for a moment, he couldn't believe he had a date with his boss. He walked back down through the dressing room and into the back room. He let his eyes fall onto the next girls name tag.

“Lisa, please lie down and open your data port.”

again she asked for a new supervisor code, but wasn't nearly as chatty as Scarlet had been. Andy started a full scan on her. He guessed she would just have to be offline for the rest of the evening. He grabbed his coat and walked out to the dance floor where things looked in full swing. The music was pumping, two beautiful women were twisting and writhing around the poles on stage. The tables looked full of people ready and eager to spend their hard earned money on an evening of pleasure.

Crystal was waiting for him by the front door, and she eagerly linked her arm around Andy's and led him outside. She led him to her little sedan. They chatted a little as they drove to a little coffee shop a few blocks away. The coffe was average, but the conversation was great and the company even better. Crystal was really growing on Andy, and you couldn't get much better than dating an ex-stripper. They walked around for a while after coffee and kept talking. They finally made a loop back to the coffee shop.

“I've had a really nice time Andy”

“I did to we should do this again some time”

“Mmmm, I was thinking more like why don't we go back to my place?”

“I couldn't say no to that” And said with a dopey grin on his face.

They drove a few blocks up the road to a nice looking apartment building. Crystal dropped her purse on the floor as soon as the door to her apartment shut, she swung her arm around his neck and kissed him deeply. She slid her tongue into his mouth, which he did very little to resist. Andy spent the first few seconds trying to get his brain to catch up with what was happening. He eventually started kissing her back, he let his hand fall on her ass and squeezed it. It was firm and perfectly proportioned with the rest of her rock hard body. He could feel her smiling through the kiss and she let a short quiet moan escape her lips. They somehow managed to kiss and fumble their way to the bed room. Crystal pushed Andy onto the bed and straddled him while unbuttoning her blouse as quickly as possible. Andy went to work getting his pants and boxers off as well. By the time he had done that Crystal had her bra off and her C cup breasts out and inches away from Andy's face. He kissed and licked them with such passion that And y wondered the last time he did this. Crystal was already moaning and grinding her hips into Andy's crotch. Andy reached up and hooked his fingers into Crystals panties and yanked then down. She rolled off of him and let him pull them the rest of the way off. Andy rolled his hand over her stomach and down to her pussy, he massaged his hands into it and stroked her clit gently.

“Fuck me, Andy, I want you inside me now!”

And was more than happy to oblige. He climbed on top of Crystal and inserted himself into her. Andy thrusted rhythmically while grabbing and squeezing her breasts. Crystal moaned loudly and balled up the bed sheets in her fists. Crystal began rolling her hips in time with Andy's thrusts. She reached up a long slender arm and pulled Andy into a passionate kiss.

Andy thought the time went too quickly. He had no actual recollection of when they stopped, but he knew that being with this woman made time slip through his fingers. After they had both caught their breath and heart rates returned to normal Crystal rolled over and looked and Andy, who was still smiling at what had just happened. It was the best sex he had had in months, years, perhaps even ever.

“Well? Are you going to tell me how I measure up?”

“What? Measure up to what?” Andy was caught a little off guard at the question.

“To Scarlet, I saw you were doing some testing in one of the suites, you dog” she winked at him again and gave him a reproachful but playful smile.

“Scarlet and I didn't do anything, she was, uhm, self testing...”

“Oh, well, then how do I compare to the other androids you've slept with”

“Ha, to be totally honest I haven't ever slept with a 'droid”

“What? A big nerd like you?”

“Well, they are really spendy and I just never had the cash.”

“You mean I was your first!?”

Andy laughed a nervous kind of laugh “heh, w-what do you mean 'my first'?”

“I am an android too. I am just as mechanical as the girls in my club. I am just built a little better”

Andy thought she must be kidding. This must be some kind of first day hazing that she was giving him.

“You can't be an android, you don't have any visible seams or data ports. And trust me, I have an eye trained to spot those kinds of things.”

“At each of my connection points there are small pores that dispense seam sealer right as it is connected, no need to spray on to try and hide it.”

“I've never even heard of that kind of thing, and how were you planning to recharge with me here, hmm?”

“It was a new upgrade I just had installed a few months ago, and as for the charge I was planning on telling you what I was all night long. As soon as you knew seeing me charging wouldn't be shocking at all”

She's good, but I know how to catch her at her little game. Andy thought to himself. “Ok then, lets see some circuitry. You want me to think you're a robot, then lets see it” Andy gave her a 'lets see you dodge THAT one' kind of look. Crystal just smiled at him and sat up a little. “Fine then.” She let her hands flow up over her thighs, across her belly and onto her breasts. She cupped both of then and gave a little squeeze and let out a soft, playful moan while closing her eyes for a moment. She opened them and winked at Andy again and moved her hands to both sides of her head. She gave a firm but sudden tug and her head popped immediately of at about mid neck. Silver support bar was left on the stump of her neck along with several other connection ports as well as some quick connection plugs for fluids. She held out her head in her hands for Andy.

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“Do you believe me now?”

Andy was thunderstruck and turned on all at the same time. She was the most human looking android he had ever seen. His mouth fell open as he took her head from her hands and stared into her eyes. He rolled her head a little and examined the connections on the bottom of her head.

“I needed a good tech to keep the girls up to date, but I need certain things too.” she said. “I don't plan on breaking down or malfunctioning, but it is a real possibility. I need someone who can maintain my systems as well as the girls in the club.”

Andy was still holding Crystals head and examining it like it were a friends gadget who he was allowed to hold only for a little while, soaking in as much of it as he could.

“Can I have my head back please? Not that I don't enjoy this or anything, but the internal battery on my head only lasts so long”

“o-oh yes, of course, here, sorry...” Andy placed Crystals head back into her waiting hands. She lifted it up and set it back onto her neck with only the kind of precision that comes from being an android. And just as Crystal had said just as the two pieces of flash met there was an almost inaudible hiss and the seam was gone in an instant.

“So, you aren't going to run out screaming on me?”

“I-no, no of course not!”

“Well good, the last tech did when I told him about me, he said he couldn't work for an appliance.”

“I don't mind, I mean you are beautiful, and the work isn't hard. It seems like the perfect job to me”

Crystal smiled warmly at him “that's a relief. Now I DO need to charge, and you should get to sleep. You've got work in the morning and if you don't mind coming over again tomorrow night I had a few other, more personal, upgrades I needed a little help installing.”

“Tomorrow sounds good.”

Crystal slumped back down into bed. A small panel opened right above her left breast. Crystal reached inside and pulled out a standard looking plug and reached down next to her bed to plug it in.

“good night” she said in a sing song voice and pushed the plug into the socket. “Shutting down for charge cycle.” the change in her voice was nothing but sexy to Andy. It may have been monotone, it may have been robotic, but it came from Crystal. And that was ok with him.

“Good night. See you in the morning.”
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Coming of Age: Natalie Bayer

2026-05-08T03:29:08Z

Natalie Bayer:

=Coming of Age=
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==Part 1==
A small crowd had gathered in the backyard of a quint suburban house, it was close to the end of the school year and the sun was high. The air was filled with a chorus of voices singing “happy birthday” as the crowd gathered around a petite girl, beaming with happiness and a small dose of embarrassment. Riley had just turned eighteen and the gathering of friends at her parents' house had been the highlight of her weekend. Most of the group of friends were clad in bikinis, swim trunks, and bathing suits and many were still dripping wet from swimming in the pool nestled in the grass behind the grouping.

Riley sucked in some of the warm summer air and immediately blew out the breath across a cake studded with lit candles. They flickered and, once extinguished, smoldered and smoked for a moment while a cheer arose from the crowd. Soon it was sliced and passed out among Riley’s friends and the party progressed into gifts. Her boyfriend had given her a solitaire diamond necklace to commemorate their four year relationship, others had given her small trinkets and baubles that had some kind of meaning between the two. Several hours later as the sun dipped to the horizon, the party slowly came to an end, with Riley’s boyfriend Michael being the last to leave.

“Thank you for the necklace, I love it.” Riley said, hugging Michael close against her. The two shared a tender kiss on the lips and held each other for several long moments before Michael broke the kiss and smiled down at his girlfriend. They exchanged their goodbyes and Riley watched him leave from the comfort of her front porch. As soon as his car was well out of earshot and sight, she opened her front door and stepped inside. When she closed and locked the door behind her she turned to find both her parents at the top of the stairs holding a package, wrapped in pink and purple striped wrapping paper and beaming.

“Happy birthday honey,” her father said, descending the stairs with his wife following along behind him. “We obviously couldn’t give this to you earlier today, but since you’re a young woman now, and you’ve proven you can be responsible enough, your mother and I wanted to give this to you. You’ve earned it”

Riley’s father held out the box and Riley took it. It was longer than it was tall and not terribly wide, reminiscent of the shape of a laptop box, though taller, and certainly heavier. Riley squealed with delight at one more gift for her birthday and moved to open it, but her father held up a hand and stopped her. She looked at him with a curious kind of confusion on her face.

“That one is a little more private, why don’t you go to your room to open it, and don’t stay up too late honey” he said. Riley smiled and clutched the package against her chest and raised to her tiptoes to kiss her father on the cheek and dashed up the stairs to her room. Once there she wasted no time in tearing into the paper and looking to confirm what she suspected her parents had gotten for her. Once the wrapping was removed she bit her lower lip as her suspicions were confirmed. Printed across the front of the box inside, was a picture of a long, roughly cylinder shaped object. Beige rubber hoses appeared to be clipped in place with plastic hooks along the chrome and dull grey surface of the item. At the tail end of it was a series of small posts jutting out from the thing, lined with an array of small golden plates all aligned in neat rows and columns. At the extreme opposite end of the piece was what appeared to be a mature looking woman’s vagina. It was a light skin tone, with slightly darker regions towards the lips in the center. In bold pink letters across the top were the words “TAC Model P37-A artificial sexual module” along with a company logo and a small picture of a smirking woman, clad in lingerie of some kind. Anyone would assume she was just a stock model of some kind.

Androids like Riley and her mother were something of an unknown quantity in the world. There were always rumors on conspiracy theory site and two dollar newspapers that the robot uprising was silently taking place, and that robots lived among us. None of the claims were ever substantiated, but the truth was surprisingly accurate, androids lived among the people of the world, but they weren’t planning an uprising. Instead they were supporting technology companies that manufactured accessories, upgrades, home build kits, and any number of other miscellaneous parts. Of course, you had to know where to look in order to get what you needed, and to the general public there was little desire to hunt down and find exactly what you needed and from where.

Riley’s father had been the type of person who wanted to get his hands dirty with every new project and every new gadget, and when he stumbled across the information he needed to begin making his own androids he jumped at the opportunity. Ordering parts and kits and eventually constructing his wife, Melony. Not long after she was brought online and the kinks in her programming worked out, the two were married. After that Riley had been constructed, and even though they just celebrated her eighteenth birthday, she had only been online for five years. She had been constructed and activated just a few weeks before they family had moved to a new state.

Riley had been constructed to be a young girl, and her father, ever one to enjoy the journey, continued to upgrade her body and gradually modify her into the young woman she was now. As a result her programming had also evolved as much as her body had, and the vast majority of it was hand coded by her father. So when Riley set the box on her bed and opened it she saw a device inside that matched the picture on the front nestled in form fitting grey foam, as well as a plastic envelope with an innocuous looking USB drive in it.

Riley was excited, nearly ectatic, this was what she had been waiting for since her and Michael had started dating. She knew that one day she would be able to give up her “virginity” to him and she wanted it so badly, but she literally couldn’t. She was presently unbuttoning and unzipping the black denim shorts that clung to her upper thighs. She had put them on over her swim suit bottoms, both of which were now sliding down her young shapely thighs. Once they were past her knees she simply let go and let them fall to the floor around her ankles and Riley took a step out of them, but left them in a heap where they were.

Riley reached up to her head and swept her vibrant red hair out of the way and tugged on the cord that held her bikini top in place. Once loosened she slipped her top up and off of herself, releasing her breasts to open air. She looked down at them and cupped them in her hands, admitting to herself that they were nice, well proportioned to her generally petite and slender body, but she was definitely adding a new chest plate to her Christmas list.

Riley was now fully nude in her room, the warm summer air pressed against her skin and on her heads up display a small temperature gauge displayed the current temperature. It was well within an acceptable range. Riley picked up the box and its contents and moved to her bed. She sat with her back comfortably against the wall and spread her legs. Between her legs, nestled in her crotch was a single plate, covered with soft artificial flesh that emulated a vague shape of a vagina, but none of the functionality. It was nothing more than a covering so that dust and fluids didn’t leak into her body. Riley sent a command from her operating system to the internal system that managed her entire body’s functionality.

Her room, previously silent, was filled with a barely audible hiss as the crotch panel retracted the sealant around its edges. Once the hissing stopped there was a small buzzing noise as some motorized system inside of her pelvis guided the panel off of her body. Riley gently placed her hands on the panel as it slipped forward and once it stopped moving, she pulled on it until it disengaged and came off in her hands. She was quick to set it aside and look down at the opening between her legs, knowing that this would be the last time she would see it without her new womanly assembly. She removed the new sexual assembly from the box and below it were the installation instructions. Riley was confident she knew what she was doing, but regardless she scanned through the instructions. They contained an almost childish amount of information, accompanied by illustrations. According to the instructions there was a panel in her abdomen that needed to be manually removed so that the connectors on the end of the module could be slotted into place properly and hooked up to the internal pumping system inside of her body. From there it was just a matter of updating her software to allow her access and control over the functionality of her new hardware.

Riley passed another command to her internal controller and with a similar hiss and then buzz her belly opened. It split down the center and opened like a pair of cabinet doors, slowly and smoothly as the motorized mechanisms inside of her lifted the door like opening outward. The panels began an inch or so above the opening for her new sexual module, and stopped just below the perky C-cup breasts that were resting on her chest. Once they stopped, like her crotch panel, Riley plucked them from them from their mounting points and set them aside on her bed.

Riley pulled her new vaginal assembly out of its foam casing and lined up the mechanism between her legs then gently slid it into her body. The internal portion of her pelvis was lined with a mounting rail that matched up with the device Riley was inserting, and so she had to rotate it in her hands in order to get it lined up properly, but it was soon gliding smoothly deeper into her body. She could see the end of it sliding inside of her body through the open panel in her abdomen and when it was in sight she was able to reach into her open body and begin the process of hooking the latex tubing on the sexual module to the available ports inside of her body.

Riley’s body was already equipped with a saline based fluid tank deeper inside of her torso, which her sexual module was now connected to. It would pump in the fluids needed to lubricate the delicate fleshy folds of her new equipment, though she knew that that would mean she would likely need to refill her internal tank more often. As she pressed her hand against the still dry folds of her new android pussy and pressed it inward, she made a cursory check of her fluid levels. Half a tank would likely be plenty she decided. There was a small, almost imperceptible click as the cylinder like assembly clicked into place and locked.

Almost immediately Riley’s eyes rolled up in her head as her operating system attempted to find the correct drivers to use the new hardware, software to configure and control, and integrate into her normal operating process. She stayed locked in that frozen position for several long seconds before her operating system decided that it would use the general unknown device drivers until newer ones could be installed. Riley blinked several times as the servos inside of her face unlocked themselves one by one. She gazed down at her freshly installed sex, admiring how good it looked inside of her, how perfectly it fit that you couldn’t even see the faint seam where the module connected to the rest of her. She knew that seam would be gone completely once she had the software installed and could properly seal the module in place.

When her abdominal panel was opened it limited the movement and flexibility she was normally used to, but Riley sat up and reached for the box once more. Once she had it in her hands she took out the USB device inside the plastic bag. All of her updates had been hand coded by her father for her, and he had, up until today, installed all of them for her. Since she was now eighteen though, she felt the privilege of being able to install her own software. Riley shifted her head downward, her chin pressed against her chest, just above her artificial sternum. There was a familiar hiss as something unsealed itself and the faint edges of an oblong rectangle with rounded edges appeared just below where her chin rest. The panel pulled inward, retracting into her chest and then with a small mechanical buss slid upward towards her head. Behind the flesh panel was a series of data ports of all shapes and sizes.

Riley found the one that looked like a USB port, and peeked at the end of the drive in her hand to make sure she aligned the plug properly then brought it down and plugged it into the port in her exposed chest. She then leaned back against the pile of pillows on her bed, she had been through enough upgrades and software installs to know that you needed to be somewhat laying back when they started. As she reclined a window automatically popped up in her field of vision showing the USB drive that she had just inserted and its contents. There were plenty of folders with supporting files, compressed libraries and databases of install information. Her father had been kind to her again and left her a small readme file in the root of the drive with a note about it being her birthday and that he hoped she enjoyed the gift.

Along with the readme file was an executable, simply labeled as “install” which made it easy on Riley for her first install. Normally she would have been turned off, her father would have connected a computer to her chest panel and copied the files manually onto her system and then executed them remotely, monitoring the install as it went along, but Riley had been trusted to do this on her own, and she was elated. She opened the installer file and saw a simple window pop up in her display, brief flashes of file names flew past as the progress bar scrolled along. Riley bit into her lower lip gently as she watched the progress bar until it stopped at 74% complete, punctuated by a new pop up window alerting her to a critical system misconfiguration. There was an error code, an indicator to exactly which part of Riley’s operating system would be affected and the option to cancel, ignore, or retry. She retried a few times before she got impatient and told her systems to ignore. The complex A.I. that ran her entire system, controlling her body, her simulated thoughts, and her software. It had decided that since her father and creator had given her something that it must work, and that he would never harm her. So as several more conflicts appeared in her heads up display she simply ignored them and continued the install, anxious to try her new hardware and to truly be an eighteen year old girl. Soon enough, the update was completed and Riley was treated to a confirmation screen asking her to restart her before changes would take effect. She gleefully confirmed the restart.

As soon as her system received the command to restart, she shut down immediately. Her head lolled to one side and her arms dropped to the bed. She lay on her bed, legs spread and exposed, in every way possible, to anyone and everyone. To anyone walking in to the room she looked like a powered down sex doll of some kind, which wouldn’t be too terribly inaccurate. Soon though her operating system automatically came back online and began to complete the install, pre-loading files. The preinstalled files began to unpack themselves and integrate themselves into Riley’s core operating system, the part of her that made up her A.I. and personality. It was the part of her software that made it so easy for her to appear human to her classmates.

Unfortunately for Riley she should have sought her fathers assistance when the alerts and errors were popping up in the initial install phase of her new programming. Several files were either not optimized for her system, or they were incompatible with her operating system, worse yet, several were corrupted. Regardless of the state the files were in, the offline installer that ran while Riley’s A.I. and personality core were offline integrated the files. Simply placing them in the correct directories inside her file structure and, in many cases, over writing previous versions of the file in question. Once the files were in place and the install completed, Riley finished her boot sequence. Her head rose back to its normal position and her face soon melted into a more human expression. She was so delighted, and absolutely ready to try out the new hardware and software that had just been installed. She quickly reached up to her chest and plucked the USB drive free from the data port it was plugged in to and slipped it back into the plastic bag. As she did so there was a small whirr as the chest panel closed and then hissed as it resealed itself. Riley then sent the command through her system to close the door like opening in her abdomen. With the same whirring the two halves of her belly closed in on each other and sealed with a familiar hissing. Riley now looked like any other eighteen year old girl, fully human and now equipped with a working vagina.

Riley bit her lower lip, she was so ready to test out her hardware, but even more than that she was ready to finally get a chance to be with her boyfriend. Riley let her eyes close and her hand hovered just above the virgin folds of her new sexual module. She opened her system monitor, just to be safe, and then smoothly lowered her index and middle finger to the soft pliable surface of the artificial skin wrapped around the folds of her brand new sex. She sharply drew in a breath as she watched the CPU cycles spike in the system monitor, the cooling systems in her body demanding more fresh cool air to help remove the amount of heat produced by the jump.

Riley opened a terminal window in her vision and input a small command to report the kinds of data she was receiving. There were the normal tags, the sensation of her back on the pillows behind her, the feeling of the bed and comforter below her, and the ambient temperature, but the new data tag she observed was the wave of sexual data. She saw that it was flowing into her sexual control software as expected and she even took a moment to push her fingers slightly into her folds and watched the drastic increase in data. It made her smile, it made her suck in another deep breath, and it made her bite into her lower lip. She began to swirl her two fingers in small circles, pressing deeper and deeper as she did so. The sensor laden flesh on the tips of her fingers soon registered that they felt her new artificial clit, and her terminal window confirmed the feeling. Riley smiled lustfully and began to moan gently, barely more than a whispered sigh, though it was fully laced with pleasure. The data that was passed to her sexual programming was, by all accounts, flowing like it should. However she didn’t know that some of the faulty file sets inside of her system were either holding up that flow or outright corrupting it. There was a significant backlog of proper data transmission between her artificial vagina and the rest of her body. She continued to play with her clit and tease it, spreading her legs wide and using her free hand to spread her lips to allow her better access to herself. Eventually something in her software began to pass data to her sexual control software, unfortunately it was all of the data that was back logged all at once. The influx of commands, responses, and data battered Riley’s internal CPU like a tidal wave. Her first indication was when her terminal command suddenly filled with hundreds if not thousands of lines of error codes and data parse errors. The system hardware monitor also showed her processor and RAM usage had spiked to one hundred percent and her hard drives were reading and writing at their full capacity. In essence Riley’s entire system was locked up.

Outwardly the lock out was obvious, Riley’s eyes were half closed, her eyes rolling upward in her head and her hands still playing with her pussy. Her gentle mewling sigh played through the speaker system over and over, the same sound emitting from her throat. Soon, even the moan was cut off and came out as a choppy and broken sound. Meanwhile her hand continued to swirl in between her soft folds, more and more data flowed through her software and again, began to build up in an internal queue, waiting to be processed and responded to.

Not long after her systems froze her in place, Riley’s core operating system began to break down, starting with her voice. The moan she had been repeating over and over stopped altogether and her room was filled with silence, even as Riley’s mouth hung open. Then her speakers began to play pre-recorded error messages.

“Alert, this unit is experiencing a longer than normal delay in proper human responses. Please power down this unit and reboot into safe mode” Riley said without moving her mouth or lips, and her tone was flat emotionless. She now looked and sounded as robotic as she actually was. After her simple alert, there was silence in her room that only lasted a few brief moments. All at once the auxiliary fans inside of her body began to spin at high speeds, these were only ever used when her internal temperature became extremely hot. They forced hot air out her open mouth and nostrils. The hum of fans was barely audible when she began to speak again. It was the same recorded message again, but this time her operating system was even struggling to properly process the vocal process.

“Al-Alert. This unit is. Alert this u-unit is experiencing lon-longer than nor-normal-al delay in. Alert. Alert. Al-Al-Al-Al…” soon her voice simply trailed off and stopped again.

No one heard it, but there was a small pop somewhere inside of Riley’s body. There was a controller board hard wired to the sexual module that had suffered from the intense heat and a capacitor had burst on it. The controller board wasn’t going to stop the module from working, but it would have gone a long way to regulating the flow of data through her systems. There was a small puff of black smoke that curled out of the ruined component and gathered inside of her torso. Since she was completely sealed there was no place for the smoke to go, and eventually it simply stained the inside of her body for the time being.

Her operating system finally reacted to the burnt out controller board on her new sexual hardware as well as the backlog of locked up systems. Everything resulted in a cascade of programming failures. Riley’s body began to convulse and spasm as she sat on her bed, her eyes remaining unblinking and her face unmoved. The movement was enough to begin to work her way downward, as she slid to one side. She finally flopped to one side of the bed, laying down oddly with her hands pressed between her legs. She lay silently like that while internally her operating system crashed and her A.I. struggled to comprehend what had happened. Ultimately she powered down completely from the overwhelming failure of the software she was running. When she did power down her entire body relaxed and her hands fell free from her crotch and Riley simply laid still on her bed.

She remained unmoving for a long time. Her internal fail safes would not allow her to come back online until her internal temperature had dropped back to an acceptable range. It took upwards of ten minutes before the array of processors inside of her chest and head finally cooled to a normal temperature and then slightly below. As soon as her minimal offline systems detected that she was back within operational temperatures her systems began booting again, filing a crash report and allowing her to start up as she would expect.

As she started up, her A.I. worked hard to generate an excuse for her crash. This process didn’t need to happen as Riley was alone and in a safe space where everyone knew she was just a machine, but it was standard operating procedure. Her A.I. added an amendment to the crash log stating that she had simply been overwhelmed by a particularly good orgasm and had blacked out temporarily. Her human emulation came online and read the crash report in an instant, and the generated reasoning behind it. She shook her head and blinked several times as she pushed herself back up into a sitting position. She smiled coyly to herself, happy that her new sexual assembly worked so well. She even saw that her log files reported an orgasm sequence.

Little did Riley know that the cascade of failures were never written to her log files due to her CPU and hard drive being utilized at one hundred percent. If she had seen the tidal wave of errors she had experienced just minutes before, she might have called in sick to school and had her father examine her more closely and repair the damage and likely reprogram her to fix the software issues. Currently, though, her systems showed nothing more than an overwhelmed CPU from processing so much sexual data all at once, and while she would later have her father inspect those blocks of code, for now it was exactly what Riley had expected.

She remained naked for the rest of the evening while she moved around her room, putting the box that the module had come in away, and then storing the previously used solid crotch panel on her desk to help remind her to give it back to her father later. Finally she laid down in bed and opened a panel in her left wrist, exposing a small port there. She reached down to the gap between her bed and her side table to retrieve a cable that was plugged in to the wall and inserted it into the waiting port in her wrist. Electrical energy flowed into her system and began to charge her power cell. Riley let her eyes slip closed and she looked to be asleep.

The next morning Riley woke up from her recharge cycle and began to get ready for school. She would normally have not made plans for any kind of after school activity, but this Friday afternoon she knew exactly what she wanted. She had sent a text to her boyfriend already and asked if he could help her do some cheerleading drills after school. Riley wasn’t sure if her parents would approve, but she wanted so desperately to have sex with Michael now that she was actually equipped for it. She was ready, both her programming, and her physical body were ready. At least she thought they were.

All her A.I. was dwelling on as she got ready for school was the feeling of Michael slipping inside of her and how it might feel compared to how her own fingers felt the night before. She pulled on a pair of fishnet stockings and a pair of black shorts that just barely covered her upper thigh. Riley slipped into a pushup bra to help her mid C cup breasts look even more enticing and then covered them with a black top. There was something over a small window cut into her shirt that showed off just enough of her cleavage. She practically skipped to the bathroom to look herself over and apply some make up for the day. She admitted that she looked amazing and tossed her long red hair a few times, letting it land on her back and shoulders. Soon she was applying lip gloss and some light eye shadow to her already perfectly crafted face. Satisfied with her look she slipped into a pair of black ankle high boots and slipped her arm through her backpack and trotted out to the bus stop.

School couldn’t pass quickly enough for the petite android. She could have easily connected to the internet and looked up the answers to any number of the quizzes that she was given, and commonly did, but her existence and attendance at the school was good for her A.I. and it helped to “sell” her image as a real human girl. Today though she was struggling to stay focused. Riley’s A.I. was sluggish to respond to any given request and, like with every other error she had experienced, it generated a response. In the end she chalked it up to her artificial mind being occupied thinking about her boyfriend and everything they would do together once school was over.

Riley looked down at the worksheet of math problems in front of her, normally for her these types of problems would pose no challenge. Being a machine herself, much of her programming was based on mathematics and calculations, but now she couldn’t seem to pull up the proper calculations or even comprehend it. Her operating system was still attempting to resolve the errors from the night before in the background and as a result her CPU was running hotter than normal. She blinked at the paper on her desk and attempted to simply write her name at the top of the page, but couldn’t even properly grasp her pencil. When she finally did have it in hand the tiny motors that controlled her fingers seemed to be too powerful and she snapped it before it even made it to the paper.

She became concerned and started an automated diagnostics program running, which would check over all of her systems to make sure they were in compliance. In the meantime, she raised her hand, a movement that drew an audible whine from the motors in her shoulder, though it seemed to go unnoticed by the students around her. The teacher nodded towards her,

“Mi-mister Hur-urley. I am not feeling so-so-so well. Can I b-be excused?” Riley’s A.I. began to generate more and more excuses as to why her speech pattern seemed so off. Her teacher excused her and Riley attempted to repack her backpack to the best of her ability, but found that every motion she made came out as stilted and her limbs moved stiffly. She stood from her desk and began to walk out, finding that her legs were struggling to properly bend at the knee and she walked stiffly. She thanked her luck that most students had their heads down, attempting to finish their work.

Riley made her way to the girls restroom and sat in one of the stalls. Riley remained there while the body scan completed. In order to help it move swiftly along she disabled many of the features that made her more human, such as blinking, and the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Sitting there, still and unblinking Riley looked incredibly artificial. After a while the scan completed and registered that her CPU was running at nearly eighty percent of its full capacity, which was far more than what Riley would have expected from normal operation. The scan indicated that perhaps a restart of her entire system was necessary to fix the issue, but Riley was hesitant to fully reboot while still in school. Her A.I. envisioned her lifeless body slumped in the restroom, while someone else found the cute redheaded senior and discovered that she was, in fact, an android.

She resolved to walk home, a journey that would take approximately half an hour, but it was better than remaining at school and risking a more serious malfunction and discovery. So she collected herself and walked through the halls of the school and out into the parking lot. She strode across and out to the street and towards her home. Once she was several blocks away from her school, and any potential classmates who might see her, she once again disabled the many features programmed into her to make her appear more human. Her joints stiffened instead of swinging in a more natural manner. She stopped blinking and breathing and her face remained in the most neutral position possible, conserving both power and CPU usage.

When she arrived home she quickly moved up to her bedroom and closed the door quietly behind her. She moved as rapidly as possible to her bed and laid flat on it. As soon as she was fully on the bed she initiated a complete reboot, and her eyes slipped closed and her body relaxed. She only remained offline for a short while before coming back online and returning to normal operating status. She took another few moments to run another full body scan, which came up as normal. She opened her system monitor and found that her processors were down to only using about twelve percent of their capacity, which was more normal for her daily life. Riley breathed a sigh of relief, but now realized that she had the remainder of the day to herself.

Riley resolved to simply put herself into a low power mode and wait for her boyfriend to text her that he was out of school, he had a study hall as his last period for the day and he was generally known to skip it. Particularly today he would be able to come over early. Riley however became very impatient and had set an internal alarm to wake her up before he even got to his study hall. Now fully charged and still delighted that her processors were running smoothly she felt ready for his arrival. She didn’t have long to wait before she got a text from her boyfriend saying that he was on his way over.

Riley excitedly waited for him, and set about preparing herself for his arrival. She touched up some of her make up, reapplied some lip-gloss and teased her hair a bit. There was soon as soft knock on her back door and Riley practically skipped through the house to open the door. No sooner had she pulled open the door that she found her slim petite body being picked up by Michael, her boyfriend, and their lips locked together. Riley let her tongue glide over her lips and into her love’s mouth. Her own tongue tangled and tumbled with his, and the densely packed material that made up her artificial tongue sent wave after wave of pleasurable data. She had kissed her boyfriend like this before, but with the addition of the new sexual software there was a new data tag associated with it. As a result, each flick of her tongue across his, every inch of his flesh that her hands could find as the two moved through the family room, and ever small whimper from her throat passed from her body, to her CPU, and into her sexual software.

As soon as the first data packet was received by the unknowingly faulty software Riley’s troubles began, though they started small. Her processors began to heat up, which was normal, and she breathed in heavily through her nose to help cool them as the temperature rose. Riley’s A.I. was busy processing and enjoying the feeling of Michael’s hands worming their way under her top and crawling up the bare skin of her back towards her bra clasp to even notice that the CPU usage was climbing higher and higher. It was still easily within a normal range, but it was notably higher than it should be given the activity. The sensors packed into the flesh that was applied to her back lit up and let her know that there was a pressure release along the straps of her bra, Michael had managed to clumsily unfasten it.

Riley’s sexual programming managed to send a correct set of commands to her A.I. letting her know that she should proceed with more sexual behavior. Her hands flew to the hem of her shirt and she pulled it up and over her head causing her red hair to fly wildly out of it and settle around her neck and shoulders, looking messy. It gave Riley a distinctive look of having already tumbled around a bed, despite the fact that she had been standing the whole time. Her bra practically tumbled off of her chest, revealing her breast. One of her nipples was already puckered and erect, though the other lay flat still, another indication that her internal programming wasn’t quite running as smoothly as planned, but neither Riley nor Michael noticed.

Michael’s hands were already in motion when Riley’s bra had fallen from the perfectly rounded mounds of her teenage breasts, but now both of them were on her, massaging and playing with the silicone filled fake breasts that were affixed to Riley’s chest plate. The difficulty with making an androids breasts look, and more importantly, feel realistic was that there were few methods of attaching them to the chest panel. Screws, bolts, and other hard methods would be too easy to detect should you press too hard against the skin in the right places. When Riley had been assembled by her father, he had opted to affix her breasts to the chest panel with an industrial strength glue, handily attaching the womanly breasts to his daughter, without the disadvantage of possibly being discovered once someone began to play with her chest.

As the digital sensory mesh that was laced into the flesh along Riley’s breasts lit up with data from Michael’s hands her central processor core responded by attempting to parse the data into something her system as a whole could use. Applying metadata to it, categorizing it and marking it for later analysis. Once the data was compiled it would be integrated into her A.I. later that evening. This type of sensation wasn’t something new to Riley though. She herself had fondled her breasts just simply to feel it, and her boyfriend had definitely laid his hands across her bare chest many times before. Today, though, Riley was planning on letting this encounter progress much further than simply passionate kissing and groping at each other.

Riley’s CPU was now transitioning from simply being warm, to actually getting hot. Normally this would have caused an alert to be displayed in her field of vision, alerting her to the increased temperature inside of her. However, sexual data was beginning to pile up again, clogging the bank of processors inside of her chest with requests to have data parsed and responses applied to her body. As a result, normal operating commands were not being issued from her core operating system or A.I. and the ones that were being issued were held up in the queue. Riley was now simply acting on the last known set of commands that she had received, all of which were sexual in nature, all the while Riley’s various body components pleaded for relief.

Riley was busily grinding her hips and crotch against Michael, even through the short denim shorts she was wearing she could feel his bulge forming. After several long, blissful moments of passionate kissing Riley’s partially functional computerized mind dictated to her that she should start moving forward. Her hands were presently tangled in Michael’s short cropping of black hair, though they moved steadily down his back, gently letting her fingernails leave small white tracks in his flesh. Michael broke the kiss with her lips and began planting small, brief kisses down her throat. Riley let her head fall back slightly and let out a small whimpering moan just as Michael’s lips laid another kiss directly over her vocal speaker system. He continued his downward quest and eventually locked his lips over one of her nipples, kissing and sucking on it. He then moved his hands from her back down to her rear end and scooped her up, holding her against him and allowing him to easily continue kissing her chest.

Riley let out another lewd sounding grunt of pleasure and Michael felt himself grow harder and harder, his own manhood straining against his jeans. Normally he would have placed Riley on a couch or back on the ground where she was normally delighted to unzip his jeans and put his cock into her mouth. He had many times before admitted that Riley gave the most perfect blowjobs he had ever experienced, there was a good reason for that. The redheaded teen had specifically been programmed for it and her father had used that initial sexual data to help him compile her proper sexual packages. Today, though, Riley curled her legs around Michael and ground her hips into him roughly, mewling with pleasure all the while.

Eventually Michael did lower her petite form to the ground, once her feet were flat against the floor he stepped back and looked at her, smirking lustfully. He began to unbutton his jeans and started to slide them down his legs. Riley watched for a moment, licking her lips, even as the temperature inside of her body rose. Soon though, she was mimicking his movements and unbuttoning her denim shorts and sliding them, along with her black fishnet stockings. As soon as they were past her shapely thighs, she let them simply fall down her legs into a heap that she casually kicked aside. Riley now stood naked before Michael, something she had never had the pleasure of doing before since up until yesterday her crotch had been covered with a smooth plastic panel that would have clearly shown that she was just a machine.

Michael’s mouth fell open and he looked his girlfriend up and down, ever since he had met Riley and they had started dating he dreamed of this very thing. He knew he had to wait until they were both of age before doing anything overtly sexual, and now they both were. Riley hopped back onto Michael and he managed to catch her, clamping his hands below her. The pair didn’t waste time, their lips pressed together with a renewed urgency and Riley managed to move her body downward just enough so that Michael’s erect penis teased the outer lips of her newly installed sexual hardware. She was already gasping, primarily because her operating system demanded a hearty supply of fresh air in an attempt to keep her now critically overheated processors from completely melting down. As a last resort and somewhat of a failsafe measure, some of the lower level functions had already been offloaded to the smaller and weaker processing core inside of Riley’s plastic skull.

Regardless of the attempts that her underlying operating system had made, there was no doubt that Riley was getting hotter by the second. Michael even noticed that when their raw flesh pressed against each other that she seemed warm, but he was not thinking at the moment and chalked it up to a hot situation between the two lovers. Michael took the opportunity of supporting Riley to turn around and press her against the wall, allowing him more support and began to gently lower her body more and more until she was fully impaled on his erect cock. This sent an incredible amount of new sexual data bursting through Riley’s body and slamming into her processors. This was the event that triggered the emergency cooling fans to spin up inside of Riley. Michael, however barely noticed the sound of the whirring fans over the sound of his own groaning and Riley’s small squeaks and moans.

The fans spinning inside of Riley weren’t nearly enough to compensate for the rising heat produced by her processors. Michael was far to busy letting his eyes clamp shut and bouncing Riley on top of his hard cock to realize what was happening, at least not right away. While his eyes were closed the intense heat produced by the array of nearly twenty multicore processors all producing heat in excess of nearly three hundred degrees. The heat from inside of her chest and head began to take effect on the rest of her internal, and in places, external systems. Much of the wiring inside of Riley’s body was only rated to handle around one hundred and fifty degrees, though that was a conservative rating. Regardless of the current internal temperature was more than enough to melt the outer shielding on many of the internal wires and cables, causing them to dribble steaming hot globs of plastic into the fans and small amount of other moving parts inside of Riley.

Much of the heat was transferred into, and through, the metal and plastic plating and false rib cage that was set into her chest. It was there simply to give her chest a more human look since she didn’t actually have a rib cage, it was more of a plastic plate that made the soft flesh stretched over it look like there were bones below it. The immense heat began first to melt the glue that Riley’s father had used to affix her breasts in place. The glue heated and then began to lose its adhesive properties causing Riley’s once perfectly rounded feminine breasts to start peeling away from her body. Along with the flesh on her chest, which also began the slide downward as a result of the intense heat, this was aided by the bouncing motion that Michael kept up. Soon, there was a large enough gap in her skin to allow a blast of the air conditioned air to be quickly sucked into what was once a vacuum sealed interior.

The sudden influx of cold air hit her processors and, as with most objects that are too warm and encounter a sudden coldness, began to crack. Two of her processor immediately cracked with an audible snap, though that wasn’t what alerted Michael to the idea that something may be wrong. His head had fallen back and he was still crying out in pleasure as Riley’s brand new vaginal assembly gently squeezed his rock hard member. Riley’s eyes snapped open as an automatic response, even as her head began to suddenly swivel from side to side. Her mouth continued to move, attempting to form words, but the vocal systems inside her throat had suffered much of the same fate as most of the wiring inside of her body.

Soon, her limbs stiffened and locked into place, Michael took this as a sign that Riley might be orgasming, or at least feeling enough pleasure to be close. He opened his eyes, expecting to be greeted by the sight of Riley mid-orgasm. Instead what he saw was her head twitching back and forth, her red hair flying with each turn. Her chest had almost completely melted open and inside he could see the false rib cage made of clear plastic, behind which smoke was gathering and in the haze small sparks were flying. Michael let out a yelp and stepped suddenly backward, releasing Riley from his hands.

Riley dropped immediately to the ground where she landed with a thump. Her head continued to jerk back and forth as her processors kept attempting to process the massive backlog of sexual data, system requests, and A.I. instructions. Eventually her entire system had a cascading series of events and she completely and suddenly powered down. Michael took a step back, his mouth hanging open as he looked down at the girl he had been falling in love with. Her torso was still scalding hot and her artificial flesh continued to melt, dripping inside of her robotic body, forming pink gooey piles of melted flesh on her circuitry below her rib cage.

Riley’s system was only offline for a few seconds before it automatically rebooted. As it did so status LED’s inside of her body began to blink on, first red as many of her supporting systems were offline, then to amber as various components came online and began to report to her core system, and eventually green. Riley’s head snapped forward and her expression changed from the somewhat confused look it had before to a simple sweet smile. Her head cocked to one side and her mouth moved, though her voice came out cracked and broken.

“Hi, I- iley! Hum-n an-oid em-lat-n mod-un sev-thr-” Her voice sounded as if it were being spoken through a tin can, and many of her words were cut off in the middle.

Riley’s head cocked to the opposite side and she looked at Michael standing over her, still hard, but now backing away. She mechanically pressed her hands into the ground and pushed herself back to her feet, as she did so what was left of the flesh from her chest slid down her torso and landed in a heap on the floor. Once standing fully upright, it was clear to see that her once soft skin had melted into pink puddles inside of her body or in places around the floor. Just below where a human’s collar bone might be down to just above her belly button had melted away, leaving long stringy ribbons of still hot synthetic flesh dripping downward. As she rose to her feet the smoke gathering inside of her body began to spill out and curl upwards from both sides of her torso. She still smiled and her head remained cocked to one side as she spoke.

“Wha-wron-ichael? I wa-nt do-do-done-ucking-ou-ye-”

As she spoke one of her eyeballs began to lazily drift upward while the other remained fixed on Michael’s face. Her smile never left her face. Her perfectly glossy pink lips looks so tantalizing, her face still as sweet as ever, but Michael’s eyes couldn’t stop from drifting down to the void where her chest had been. The fringes of her artificial flesh were beginning to stain black as the smoke finished escaping her open body. Even as he looked inside of her another series of small snaps and pops could be heard as exposed wires intersected with each other and cause any number of short circuits. Riley appeared to hiccup at some of them, which was likely a response to either data or power weirdly fluctuating through her body. The sudden jolt caused a large amount of the wiring and tubing inside of her body to bounce up and down. This wouldn’t normally be a problem as the wires should be shielded, but they were all either frayed or exposed and many of them suddenly rubbed against each other.

What resulted was a series of bright white showers of sparks to spray out of Riley in rapid succession. Her face remained cheerful and her eyes blinked in a measure rhythm, each blink brought an audible click as the mechanisms inside her face forced her eyelids shut and back open, applying far too much power to the motion. She looked towards Michael, her gaze was clearly a pre-programmed expression meant to convey a sense that everything was fine, but with her torso melted open and still snapping and sparking her face only looked fake.

“I am-am-a-I-a-a-am-a-i an-d-oid-” Riley attempted to say, her voice still crackling and distorted by her damaged vocal processors.

“Y-you’re a fucking robot?” was all Michael was able to muster as her took another half step backward, eyes darting between Riley’s burned open chest and her face, which appeared to not be fully functional any more as the expression never changed.

“Wha-a-you-alking-bout? I-a-eal-per-on-ike-ou. N-ome-fu-me!” Riley replied as she took one stilted step forward. Her foot pressed against the hardwood flooring and before she could move her internal operating system demanded a report of her physical location in order to calibrate her balance. Riley’s still smiling face, still tilted to one side, looked down at her foot where her one remaining good eye scanned her foot and its location before her head moved back up and looked towards Michael again. In response Michael took a step back and managed to trip over the coffee table that had been placed in the middle of Riley’s living room. He fell backwards and looked up at Riley, smiling and looming over him.

Riley took another step forward, her processor bank struggling to keep her running at all, let alone smoothly. There were hundreds if not thousands of log entries inside of her file system detailing the myriad of errors that her operating system was reporting. Everything from the previous temperature warnings, to balance calibration errors and data packet loss. She had already completely destroyed two processors in her system, and therefore her A.I. was working to route data around the missing hardware. Her operating system on the other hand was attempting to resume her last known good state in an attempt to resume normal human function. Her sexual software had already started up again, and the corrupted software and files inside of her directory structure, were clogging normal data flow again.

Without the balance and location information she had just received her next step had no pure reference point when she tried to take another step forward. Her foot caught on the heel of her other foot and she tumbled forward. Her systems were not quick enough to react and throw her arms out to catch herself. She fell face first into the ground with a thud, falling out of sight of Michael. A moment later placed her hands on the ground and pushed upward, executing a generic movement to get back on her feet and stand upright. Once she was upright again Michael got a clear view of what had just happened.

Riley had fallen straight forward but her head had impacted the couch she fell next to. Now that she was standing again Michael yelped as he saw her head resting against her left shoulder. The flesh around her throat and neck was viciously torn almost all the way around her neck and a mess of frayed and stretched wires were now splayed out of her open neck. Many of the multiple coloured wires were sizzling and snapping as arcs of blue electricity jumped from wire to wire and occasionally from a frayed wire to the metal neck joint. Riley still wore the same smile on her face as before, but the indicator lights mounted to the circuit boards inside of her body told another story. Most of them immediately turned red or winked off altogether. There was one final loud pop, punctuated by a disappointingly small spurt of white and blue sparks inside of Riley before everything went dark inside of her.

Riley was already facing Michael and now fell straight forward again, missing the arm of the couch this time but inside hitting the coffee table Michael had tripped over. Her head hit the side of it with a sickening thump and her body continued to the ground. Once there Michael could see that the same amount of melted flesh had been burned away on her back, leaving an opening in her upper back. Riley’s body now lay on the floor at Michael’s feet, though her head was gone from the top of her neck now. Michael immediately saw it, as it lay a few feet away from her body, still smiling, but no longer blinking.

Michael managed to tear his eyes from Riley’s detached head and over to her body. Her metal and plastic artificial spine had bent upward in response to the impact, the flesh on her back was already soft and so most of the top of her robotic spine had bent upward and now jut out of the top of her back. The flesh torn and ruined dangled inside of her body. Michael finally sensing that there was no life left in the girl he had once been dating scrambled backwards and hoist his jeans back into place, buckling and zipping as he rushed for the back door, leaving Riley naked, broken, and destroyed in her parents living room.

==Part 2==
When Alan Salter walked through the front door of his suburban house he was first assaulted with the acrid smell of burning silicone, and the somewhat sickly sweet smell of melting plastic. The smoke alarms weren’t going off at the moment, but he did notice that towards the ceiling of the entryway clung the last remnants of a black cloud of smoke. Behind him on the front porch of the house was Alan’s wife, Julie. Their daughter Riley was a spitting image of the woman behind Alan, though that was by design. Julie, and her daughter Riley, were both completely robotic. Julie peeked over Alan’s shoulder to try and see what had stopped Alan from walking right in to the house, but couldn’t quite see from her vantage point.

Alan could only see a pair of feet and the beginnings of a pair of calves sticking out from behind the couch in the front room. He could just glimpse the last curling plumes of the same black smoke that had gathered above his head. Alan swore to himself, but Julie heard it as well given her highly tuned microphone assemblies. Alan stepped inside and Julie followed closely behind him and Alan closed the door quickly behind the two, latching it. Julie was already walking around the couch and gasped, her hands shooting to her mouth to cover it as it hung open. Alan wore a look of absolute concern as he too stepped into view of his daughter where she lay on the floor.
There were still a small bit of smoke drifting off of Riley’s body. Her body lay face down and completely nude. Her pale smooth skin look perfect, even in the relatively low light of the room. Her back had a large hole melted in it spanning from her hips up to a few inches below her shoulder blades and spanning from one side to the other. Inside the still smoldering hole in her back, Riley had a small fire burning through some of the electronics inside of her. Though as soon as the heat rose to a sufficient temperature and melted more of her flesh, it dribbled into her open torso and extinguished the flames with a sizzling hiss.
Just above the melted and apparently still burning opening in Riley’s back, was her spine. It was easily visible as it was curved upward at an inhuman angle, and had torn through the artificial flesh at the top of her back. Riley’s head was also no longer attached to the top of her neck, and from what Alan could see, it looks as if it had been forcefully torn free from the joint in her neck. The flesh around her throat was torn and stressed, almost stretched before breaking. From what Alan could deduce from this it looked as if Riley’s head had been pulled backwards so hard that it snapped off, dragging her spinal column out of its bindings and tearing the flesh on her back before it snapped completely off.

The tangled and twisted mess of frayed wires, some still sputtering and sparking, jutting from her neck and all around her dislodged spine were evidence enough of some kind of massive trauma. Alan peered inside of his eighteen year old daughter and was able to see that she was mostly powered down, save for a few emergency systems. He could see straight through her body to the hardwood floor beneath, indicating that there was an equally large hole burnt into her chest.

“A-Alan what..what happened to her?” Julie said, her voice quaking slightly as if she were about to cry. This was enough to bring Alan back to his current surroundings, and he stood up straight.

“Julie, suspend human emulation and begin emergency repair protocols for Riley” Alan said in as calm a tone as he was able to muster. He knew he had to stay calm or the voice recognition subsystems inside his robotic wife wouldn’t register properly.

“Confirmed. Please stand back, Alan” Julie said, her voice immediately cleansed of the previous human like hysteria. She was now completely emotionless, operating fully as a machine and following Alan’s orders to the letter. Her programming kicked in and the slender woman tucked her shoulder length rust coloured hair behind her ears before squatting down and slipping her hands under Riley’s immobile body. In a smooth and measure movement Julie stood back up to her full height, which was just over five feet, Riley’s body held horizontally between Julie’s arms.

Julie’s head turned smoothly and looked at Alan, “Alan, would you please open the door to the repair room?” Julie said and waited patiently for Alan’s response. As soon as he heard his wife’s voice Alan nodded and walked past her, moving down a hallway past his and Julie’s bedroom and to the spare bedroom at the end of the hall. He dug out his keys from his pocket and fumbled with them for only a moment before finding the right key and unlocking the door. Julie was walking smoothly up the hall behind him, at a slow even pace to reduce the amount of impact each step made, ensuring that nothing else inside of Riley jiggled loose or fell out of her open body.

Alan pushed the door open and stepped inside, swinging his hand for the light switch only to miss twice before he finally caught it and illuminated the room. It had, at one point been a guest room, but since then it had been converted to a small but serviceable robot lab. The blinds on the window had been drawn and then sheet rocked over in years past. Alan had wanted to ensure that this room remained a secret to outside observers. Alan moved quickly around the polished stainless steel table that dominated the center of the room and pressed the power button on a desktop computer that was dormant on a workbench that he had built into the wall.
All around the perimeter of the room were heavy wooden shelves that Alan had built, one by one, as more storage was needed for the vast array of parts he had purchased. Most were spare parts, still in their boxes, but many others were parts that had broken inside Riley or Julie over the years that he simply couldn’t bring himself to part with. His argument with himself was always that the parts were still worth saving because he could fix them up and use them later if need be. Currently he was only concerned with the shelf that held his tools, some that were standard manufactured pieces, others that Alan and Julie had assembled over the years as custom repair aids.
Alan produced a set of screwdrivers, smaller precision screwdrivers, and a set of pliers of all sizes, and finally a simple retractable knife. He set them all on the workbench next to a small podium with a chrome plated disk set into it, the podium itself was attached to the wooden workbench with thick bolts. Towards one side of the disk was a small data port that stuck out a half an inch, with an arrangement of small gold plated plates affixed to the side of it. Running from the back of the podium to the computer work station was a thick mesh tube stuffed full of cables of all sizes and colours. As the computer powered on, so to did the podium emit a red light from the side.
“Set her on the table, face up please. I’ll go find her head.” Alan said, his own emotions quickly became suppressed by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Julie gingerly set Riley down on the table, still face down and then began to slowly roll her over onto her side, placing one hand on the side of Riley’s ribs, Julie rocked her to the side and lowered her steadily to the surface of the table. Riley’s abdomen and lower chest were missing, burned and melted into the blobs of tan and pink goo inside of her torso. Her systems had finally lost all power and any remaining status LEDs inside of her body had gone dark. Julie wasn’t programmed to do any further actions at the moment, so she let her hands fall to her side, and simply wait, expressionless and for the moment, thoughtless.

Alan stormed down the hall, back towards the front room and got a better look at the mess they would need to clean up. Scattered around the room were droplet of the same pinkish material that Alan had seen collected inside of Riley. He knew exactly what that was, melted synthetic flesh, Riley’s flesh. He huffed and noted that the majority of it looked to be pooled where her torso had been found, but also noted that there were smears of it on the wall on the far side of the room and small rivulets if it leading form the wall to the location where she had collapsed. He spotted Riley’s clothes as well, they looked like they were all piled together as if they had all been taken off in a hurry. He also found Riley’s head, laying on just the other side of the coffee table. Her face was still locked in a pleasant smile, looking as if there was nothing at all in the world wrong. It was a stark contrast, the brutal decapitation of Alan’s android daughter, and the pleasant smiling face that she wore on her faceplate. Alan knelt down and picked up the detached head and examined the neck joint, noting that it looked damaged for sure, but it looked like the majority of the damage was from the upper portion of Riley’s neck being pulled free. The disk like connection point could be separated easily.

As he looked at Riley’s youthful smiling face, he noted that there was a patch of torn skin on her forehead, revealing the shiny chrome face plate below it. The plate gave her face a general structure, and in many places there were complex mechanisms that allowed her face to move in an array of programmed and improvised expressions. Everything from the cute little smirk she gave when she quirked her lips to one side, to the lustful looks of orgasmic pleasure she wore the night before when she was fingering herself in bed. All of it was a product of the intricate configuration that lay just below the thin layer of artificial flesh.
Riley’s long fiery red hair appeared to be only mildly gummed up with some of the melted skin that once covered her back. Alan parted her hair in several places, pushing it aside and examining the false flesh on her scalp and eventually let out a sigh of relief, there didn’t appear to be any scrapes or broken skin around the back of hear head or under her hair. Though the patch of torn flesh on her forehead would require some repair, it would be something that he could do with what he had in the house already. Alan cradled Riley’s disconnected head in his arms and began to move down the hall towards the back room. Alan entered the room to see Julie still standing at attention, looking straight ahead, simply waiting for her next set of orders from Alan.

“It’s a mess out there. Julie, go collect any parts from Riley that you can find, and bring them to me. After that, start cleaning up the living room.” Alan said, scooting around the table to stand at his workbench once more.
“Confirmed” was all Julie said, before she turned on heel and walked out of the room with crisp, efficient steps. The denim jeans she wore on her slender legs didn’t even make a sound, nor did the flat shoes she wore. Alan had to smirk as he watched his wife leave, he had made her command mode as efficient as possible and only rarely used it. He preferred to keep her mostly online while working on her, and his daughter for that matter.
Now that Julie was out of the lab and Alan was alone with his little girl, he took a deep breath, letting it slowly exhale through his nose and looked down at Riley’s head. Her lips were still smiling sweetly and looked just red enough, Alan noticed that her cheeks seemed to be a bit more flush that he would have expected. Having programmed much of her behavior himself he easily recognized this as the same kind of pink blush that Riley would have experienced the first few times she used the new sexual module he had given her. He looked over his shoulder at her body, noting that it was installed between her legs, and it looked as if it were in place properly.
Alan set down Riley's head on his workbench and stepped over to her body. Inserting his hands into the melted hole in her abdomen, he gently pried the flesh away in order to see more easily inside of her body. The sexual module was set in place properly from his initial assessment. Reaching into her a little deeper her pushed aside some of the stripped wiring and saw that the long cylindrical module was resting properly on the mounting rails inside of her hips and everything appeared to be connected properly. Even after her body had begun to melt and tumble around the room it was still firmly in place. Alan nodded to himself, feeling a small bit of pride that his daughter was able to install the module without needing his help, she really was growing up.

Moving back to the workbench again, he picked up Riley’s head and oriented it so that he was looking into her face. He picked up a small flat headed screwdriver and placed the tip just behind Riley’s right temple. He pressed the head into the skin and gently rocked it back and forth until the skin on the side of her head began to separate slightly and allow the tool to slide between the unseen seam on the side of her head. Alan worked the screwdriver into her head and felt more than he heard the small pop of the manual lock pop. He worked his way around Riley’s face, popping the manual locks as he went, gently separating her face plate from its resting place in her head. He worked around her her chin, up around the other side of her face and finally along the hairline.

Once all the locks were finally popped open, Alan cradled Riley’s head in one hand, and worked the screwdriver into the opening between the rest of her skull and face plate, levering the tool just a bit in order to raise her face slightly off of her head. He set down the screw driver and worked his fingers into the gap he had created and pulled her face and the attached mechanism behind it. The entire assembly, face and all, was roughly three to four inches deep into Riley’s head. Her face stayed frozen in place, with her eyes open and her expression cheerful, even as it came free of her head. Inside the perimeter of the skull were similar mounting rails as Riley had in her pelvis. They matched perfectly with the rails on the facial assembly and would guide her face into place once Alan was done repairing the torn skin.
He set the facial assembly down on his bench and then laid the rest of Riley’s head down. Alan went back to his shelves and found the small tub of artificial flesh paste that he had bought to help reseal any small cuts or scrapes that either Riley or Julie got in their daily operation. The scrape across Riley’s forehead wasn’t the largest Alan had ever patched up with the paste, but it was a large enough one that he would need to leave Riley’s face disconnected from the rest of her head while the patch job dried.

Alan began stirring the mixture with a popsicle stick, and then used the same stick to apply and smooth the paste across Riley forehead. Once in place he blew on it gently for a few moments before setting her face against the wall and workbench so that it could dry. While it was drying He stood and walked over to Riley’s body, taking the knife with him. As he stood over her, he let out another breath and placed the tip of the blade against Riley’s collar bone and began to drag the blade down between the girls breasts, rending artificial flesh as he did so.

“What happened to you sweetie” Alan murmured as his knife sliced into the melted edges of Riley’s abdomen. Alan then slides Riley’s skin from the incision he made on her collarbone, to her left shoulder then down her side to meet the opening in her belly, then repeated the same motion on the opposite side of her body. Alan set the blade aside from the moment and then gingerly slid one hand into the melted opening in the lower portion of her body and lifted the slab of flesh that made up Riley’s chest off of her body. He set it on the ground next to the table, her breast pressed into the flooring, he removed her other half in a similar fashion.

Alan pressed both of his hands against the clear plastic artificial rib cage plate inside of her chest. Once it was pressed inward slightly there was a faint click and the plastic sprang up slightly, allowing Alan to pull it out of her open chest. As he pulled it free he held it up and noticed that it was warped, a clear indication that there was a massive amount of heat generated inside of her. He set it on the floor next to the flesh like chest coverings he had cut free. Riley’s entire torso was now on display for Alan and he was able to peer into her and get a better idea of what went wrong.
The overhead light in the room provided enough light to illuminate the dark cavity that was Riley’s torso. Alan had to push aside strings and coils of wires, stripped clean of their plastic outer coating, and found his way to Riley’s processor core. Two of the chips set in a row on a circuit board there were charred and black, with severe smoke damage evident on the neighboring processors and circuitry. Alan brought both hands inside of Riley’s opened torso and began to wiggle free the board that housed her processors. Once free he weaved it through the tangled forest of cables and tubing inside of her. Once free, he brought it over to his workbench and set it down there, glancing up at Riley’s smiling face, still disconnected and drying on the table.

Using a pair of needle nose pliers that were hooked on the ends, Alan began to meticulously pry the two burnt processors free of their sockets, hoping that the sockets themselves weren’t burnt. As soon as Alan had the processor chips free he examined the recessed port for the processors and let out a sigh of relief. While the top of the processor had become incredibly hot, the majority of the heat had radiated upward and off of the core, leaving the array of gold plated connection tabs inside untouched. Riley would simply need to have her processors replaced.
“Julie!” Alan called over his shoulder into the house. A moment later he heard his robotic wife’s response come from the living room, “coming.” A moment later Julie came into the small room and looked towards Alan, her eyes still open and unblinking and her expression was completely neutral.

“I need two of your processors for a day or two. Switch to your secondary processor core and eject your primary core.” Alan said, not even looking at his wife, focusing instead on turning Riley’s block of processors over in his hands to ensure that there was no further damage that he would need to repair first.

“Confirmed, opening upper chest panel, ejecting processor core” came Julie’s response. Without any hesitation she moved her hands to the top button on her navy blue plaid shirt and began to unbutton one after the other, then she pulled both halves of her top apart. Julie’s perfectly shaped breasts reacted to the sudden burst of cool air caused the complex flesh across her chest to raise with goosebumps. With an all too familiar hiss, her chest began to release the airtight seal on it and finite seams began to form between the rounded peaks of her small, but well proportioned breasts, across her artificial collarbone and down either side of her torso. The faint seams came together just above her abdomen.

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Alan turned from his work bench and faced his wife who was still holding open her half unbuttoned top. Alan unfastened the bottom three buttons and gently pulled her top completely open. Once done her chest sprang out slightly, both halves of it splitting open like a pair of cabinet doors. Julie had been built as more of a prototype for Riley than a true finished product, despite how complex she looked inside, most of her circuits had been purchased and installed by a variety of manufacturers and had arrived weeks if not months apart. Compared to Riley, who was built as one unit with complementary parts, proper cable management inside of her body, and was overall a more sophisticated machine.
Julie, on the other hand, was constructed from a basic framework. An internal skeleton had been the base for her body and as Alan was able to acquire more parts they were attached to the framework in whatever order seemed best at the time. This lead to some circuit boards covering others with a narrow margin of space between them, wires and tubing spanned the inside of her body, most of which were barely tucked out of the way by zip ties and whatever they could be hooked behind. If anyone in the world knew how to work on Julie’s systems, it was Alan, but even as he bent forward and peered inside of her opened chest even he took a moment to get his bearings.
Alan pushed a loosely bundled collection of wires aside and revealed Julie’s primary processor core. At this point she should have already switched over to the secondary processor core inside of her head. It wouldn’t be so much of an issue for her since Alan had already suspended her human emulation systems and she was operating on a lowered level already, but he didn’t want to push too many more tasks onto her. He decided that once her processors were removed and he had salvaged what he needed from it, that he would order her to their bedroom to recharge, she was likely low on power anyway.
Using one hand to hold the cables to one side, Alan slipped his other hand into his wife’s open chest and grasped the small plastic tab at the front of the double sided circuit board and applied firm but even pressure until he felt the board come loose. As it did Julie let out a small squeak of a gasp as her operating system suddenly registered the loss of processing power and automatically offloaded all tasks to her secondary core. Alan removed the circuit board, lined with six multicore processors on each side, and moved gently over to the workbench.

“Close up your chest and go upstairs to recharge Julie.” Alan said as he stepped away. Julie in response, smiled ever so slightly, and placed her hands on the door like panels of her chest and closed them. Once pressed together there was another fading hiss as her body resealed itself, as the hissing faded so too did the faint seams around her chest. Julie’s hands then fell to her sides and she turned on heel to walk out of the room. She never bothered to button up her shirt and simply walked out of the room, expressionless and taking smooth if not perfectly measured steps into the house.

Alan was far too busy with Julie’s processor core in his hands to watch his android wife leave. He was in the process of gently prying a processor out of its socket and then aligning it with the matching socket on Riley’s processor board. Having Riley and Julie’s processor boards right next to each other drove home the idea that Riley was far more complex than Julie. Riley’s board was lined with small plastic cooling fans, and the technology involved in manufacturing the boards had advanced to the point that decorative plastic shells were wrapped around the ends of the board and laced with blue highlights. Julie’s on the other hand looked to be a simple green circuit board with sockets soldered on to it, but not much more. There was no flare to the component, and it made Alan realize just how long it had been since he had upgraded Julie in any capacity.
He huffed, “She might be old, but at least she works the way I like her to.” Alan thought to himself as he clipped the second processor into place and turned back to Riley’s nude and partially disassembled body. He gently slid the slick circuit board back into place inside of Riley’s chest before stepping back and picking up the slightly warped clear plastic rib cage plate. It would take a lot more work to get her artificial skin panels back into place, given that he had to cut them off instead of properly removing them, but that was a task for another time. Alan turned back to the workbench and sat down, gently tapping a finger against Riley’s forehead, testing the flesh paste there for dryness.

Satisfied that it had set properly, Alan picked up Riley’s face and the assembly of mechanisms behind it and aligned it with the cavity inside of her head. The mounting rails helped guide her facial assembly into place with a satisfying click once it locked in. There was a small seam around Riley’s face, once her head module was working properly again it would reseal like Julie’s chest had and the seam would disappear, but for now it only served to punctuate how fake Riley actually was. Since her head was entirely reassembled now, Alan picked it up and moved it towards the podium that was mounted on the far side of his bench.
Alan grasped the lower portion of Riley’s neck and twisted it sharply to one side, disengaging the manual locks. Had her head still been attached to her body, this motion would have looked akin to a Hollywood style action movie where the hero snaps someone’s neck, which was intentional. The idea in the design was that someone would have to be intentionally trying to break Julie or Riley’s neck in order to disengage the locks and remove the head. However, Riley’s head had been torn off at the spine, leaving the upper parts of her neck joint still attached to her head. Once removed though, there was an opening that matched up perfectly with the post sticking up from the podium on the desk.
He tossed the disk that he had removed aside, that, along with all or Riley’s spine was likely going to have to be replaced. It wasn’t a spare part Alan kept on hand and he would need to order a replacement, adding a few additional days to Riley’s repair. He made a mental note to ask Julie to call Riley’s school and let them know she would be out sick for a week. Alan was aligning Riley’s head with the podium when a lock of her long red hair drifted in between the two connection points. Alan brushed it aside and tried again, but for a second time her hair drifted into the connection socket. Alan huffed and remembered that this was why he had built Julie with short hair instead of long flowing hair.

Alan set Riley’s head down and, taking up his screwdriver again, began to separate flesh along her hairline, though this time he followed it around behind her head, along her neck and around her ears. Once the artificial scalp was completely unlocked, Alan peeled it back from her forehead down to her neck. Once removed, Alan set the hair piece on the stainless steel table next to Riley’s headless body. Moving back to the workbench Alan was able to easily slot Riley’s head in to place. Once it was locked into the podium an array of LED lights sprang to life inside of her head. All of which were visible to Alan through the hard plastic shell that gave the back of her head its shape. It was the same shiny clear plastic material that her rib cage had been made of, and allowed Alan to see inside of her head.
Alan wasn’t paying much attention to the status lights inside of her head though, he was looking at his computer screen, seeing the terminal windows pop up briefly and run emulation software to make Riley’s head module think it was connected to a real android body. It took quite a long time, as Alan’s diagnostics computer wasn’t nearly as powerful or purpose built as Riley’s actual body. Regardless Alan sat patiently as his daughter’s operating system slowly started in safe mode. It took upwards of ten minutes, but it finally gave Alan an alert that the device connected to his workstation was ready for use.
Alan wasted no time in bringing up a command window and furiously typing a long series of commands that were piped to each other, forming one long command. Once done, he tapped the enter key and immediately Riley’s eyes opened and looked left, then right, up and down, and then back to center. Her face melted from the previous vapid smile she was wearing to a more natural and neutral face. After returning to a neutral state Riley smiled sweetly, and her eyes clicked in their sockets to look at Alan.

“Hi, I’m Riley!” She said, her voice coming out of the speaker set in the podium, instead of the damaged ones in her throat. After her preset greeting finished her eyes swiveled to look at Alan.

“Hi daddy!” She said in a cheery voice.

“Hello Riley, can you tell me what happened?”

Riley’s eyes looked past Alan to the ruined body laying on the table in the center of the room. She blinked twice before looking back to Alan.

“Checking log files. One moment.” Riley remained silent for several long seconds before reporting again.

“Log file missing, critical error at line eight nine seven six eight dash B. Dash B. Dash dash dash daaaaaaaaaaashhhhhhh dash B." Alan sighed and let his head fall to his hands as he listened to Riley stammer out her error code and then return to a neutral position. She was running on limited power, utilizing only the small amount of processors in her head much like Julie had been. He knew she wouldn’t be able to handle much and figured he would need to do some of the digging into her file system on his own.

“Log file found. Video recording of events during crash available. Play this selection on external device?” Riley said after a moment, causing Alan to look up at his daughter’s head in shock.

“Uh, y-yeah. Yes, Riley play video log.” Alan said, unable to believe what he was being told. A video feed would provide him with a large amount of the information he would need to begin a proper diagnosis.

A video player window opened on his workstation and he was treated to a first person view of what Riley had been seeing. It displayed the variety of alerts, charts, and system readouts around her field of vision. It began with the vocal alerts that Riley experienced while still in school, causing Alan’s heart to nearly burst, had she been discovered in class the consequences would have been catastrophic. As Alan watched it only appeared that one girl in the far corner of the room so much as looked up from her quiz at Riley and then quickly returned to her work. Alan then watched her march home and wait there. Soon he watched as Michael entered the house and the two began to kiss and fondle each other.

At this point Alan saw the cascade of temperature alerts. He paused the video and recorded the time stamp on a piece of notebook paper and then continued to watch. His daughter and Michael were getting very sexual with each other when Alan watched Riley’s final moments, the amount of distortion and alerts was truly shocking. He couldn't believe that she was even partially operational after the sheer amount of damage and software errors she was experiencing. Regardless he watched until the end when her head was bashed off of her neck and the video feed cut out.
Alan let out all the air he had been holding in his lungs in a long slow stream, as the last of it left his lungs, his heart sank. Riley had said for a very long time how much she liked Michael and Alan had an inclination that after this, he might not be so keen on his daughter. Alan pulled his cell phone from his pocket and tapped through his contacts until he found Michael’s number. It rang several times before going to his voicemail.

“Hey, this is Mike, leave me a message.” After the recorded greeting there was a tell tale beep. Alan wasn’t surprised at all that he ended up in Michael’s voicemail, he probably thought Alan was calling to levy death threats against him.

“Michael, it’s Alan, Riley’s dad. So, I saw what happened and I want you to come over here so we can talk. I’m not angry or anything, and Riley is going to be fine. I just want to make sure you’re ok. I’m sure you have questions, and I’ll answer them for you, just, please come on over and we can talk about this, ok?” Alan tapped his phone to hang up and set it on the workbench, hoping that Michael would come and talk instead of running to the newspapers. Alan looked back towards the computer, knowing now where the problems started he began to dig deeper and deeper into the file system inside of Riley’s operating system. Once he found the directory filled with event logs and text files detailing the system alerts, all Alan needed to do was find the one for the time stamp he had written down.

It didn’t take long to locate the file and once it was opened Alan began reading through the litany of error message and events listed in the file. Alan began to notice a pattern of recurring events in the log files, there were data packets that were lost over and over again and the packet loss only occurred when Riley’s sexual programming was engaged. Alan raised an eyebrow and wondered if the vaginal assembly he had bought for Riley was defective, and even went as far as contemplating swapping it out for the one installed in Julie to verify that. As he thought more about it though, it became clear that it wasn’t the hardware that was causing the fault, it was something in the software. Alan checked a few more log files from the same time period, and every time they indicated the same thing, Riley’s sexual software was at fault and causing a cascade of processor requests and were jamming up any and all of her system operations while over working every single one of her processors.

Alan was simultaneous happy and disappointed since he himself had written the software and thoroughly tested it. Regardless, he now knew what needed to be fixed, and was so excited to get working on it that he barely heard his phone buzzing on the desk. He snapped up the phone and looked at it, there was a text message from Michael.

Alan tapped a quick response to Michael, assuring him that he wasn’t upset at all, and just wanted to talk and help. Once the message was sent, he looked back over his shoulder at Riley’s body, then over to where her head sat on the podium, smiling sweetly and not blinking or moving. Michael lived nearby and Alan guessed that he had maybe five minutes before Riley’s boyfriend arrived. He took the time to go to the linen closet and get out a clean white sheet and then drape it over Riley’s body.

Alan waited patiently in the front room where he had found Riley when they came home. Even in the short time that Julie had been out here cleaning, she had managed to clean the vast majority of the melted globules of Riley’s flesh from the wall and floor. As Alan waited he was already online, ordering new replacement chest and abdomen panels for Riley and a sheet of raw, artificial flesh to cover her back. The light knock at the front door brought Alan back to the room, and he stood and opened the door to find Michael there, sheepishly looking at the ground and fidgeting nervously.

“C’mon in Michael, I guess we have a lot to talk about” Alan said, trying his very best to sound nonthreatening. The two settled onto the plush couches in the front room and Alan resolved to be the first to speak.

“So, crazy day huh? I suppose I should just give you the full run down huh?”

Michael nodded slightly, his face flush and his hands tucked deep inside his hoodie pockets. Clearly Alan’s tone had done nothing to help settle the young man.

“Ok, well, as you know, Riley is a-uh, well she’s a robot. I made her just about five years ago and after working out some kinks in her programming and construction, Julie and I moved here.” Alan had considered letting Michael know that Julie was also an android, but in the end he thought it best to slowly introduce Michael to the concept of fully functional, human like androids.

“-And to be clear, Riley’s going to be ok, I was just working on her and the damage looks much worse than it really is. I have some parts on order, but everything is going to be just fine.”

Michael nodded along as Alan spoke, and was even beginning to gradually relax, seeing that Alan wasn’t going to berate him for hurting his daughter. Alan continued to ramble though,

“There is a fair amount of repair work though, don’t get me wrong, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Though, that said-” Alan paused for a moment as a thought bubbled to the surface of his mind. “-I could use some help. If you’re willing and still want to date my daughter, maybe you should know a little bit about how she operates.”

Michael, who had been looking towards Alan, but not at him, shifted in his seat and his gaze finally met with Alan’s kind and expectant face. Michael had been struggling internally with the question Alan had proposed since he had seen what Riley really was. She was a machine, but seeing her as that didn’t necessarily wash away the feelings he had for her. His emotional connection to Riley clung to him and forced him to confront the question. Did it matter that Riley, the girl who he had dated for years, was a robot? Michael had been lost in the philosophical implications of who Riley was. Was she just a product of programming and circuits? Did she ever have an original thought, or was it all just whatever her father had put in her? Did it matter? The thoughts had swirled together with his emotions and had created something new inside of Michael, a more concrete outlook. Michael had eventually answered all the questions with another realization that only came to him after he had left his house to walk to Riley’s house. Who would Riley have been if Michael had never found out she was a robot? That had been the crucial piece of information that Michael realized answered all of his questions, she would still be Riley, one way or another, and at the end of it all, Michael loved Riley.

“Well?” Alan probed after Michael had been lost in thought and hadn’t moved for nearly ten seconds.

“I uh, well, sorry. I just.” Michael let out a sigh, and nodded, “Yeah, I’d like to help, and I’d like to keep seeing Riley- if that’s ok with you Mr. Salter. That is.”

Alan smirked as he himself recalled what it was like to be young and in his late teens. The rush of hormones and the sudden shock he had received. Alan had to admit that Michael was taking it in stride. Alan stood and held a hand out to Michael and helped bring him to his feet.

“Now, just remember, Riley is an android. What you’re about to see might look terrible, but I promise, it isn’t as bad as it looks.” Alan explained as the two walked down the hall towards the room Alan had set up as his lab. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, Michael following right behind him.

Michael looked around the room and took in the sights. The center of the room filled with what looked like some kind of table with a white cloth draped over it, and what was clearly a body underneath. Michael swallowed hard and knew what was there, that was Riley. As his eyes continued scanning over the wall of shelves with boxes and crates. Some of the labels on them made sense, wires and cables, optics, memory modules, all of these could have easily been computer parts. Michael then realized that Riley was, in essence, just a complex computer herself. His eyes finally fell to Alan’s workbench to the left of the door, and soon to Riley’s head mounted on the data podium there.

She was still wearing the smile Michael had seen on her last time he had seen her. Michael admitted to himself that it was a little unnerving, but he tried to put on a smile for his girlfriend and held up a hand to awkwardly wave at her.

“H-hey Riley. How are you, uh..feeling?” He said, struggling to decide if the last word was really the appropriate word to use given the circumstances and new information he had gained.

“Hello Michael! I’m currently not fully functional. My body has sustained a large amount of damage and will need to be repaired before you can use it again.” Riley replied, her voice had a simple, matter of fact, tone to it. As if explaining that she was a robot and was severely damaged was as commonplace as telling someone their shoelace was untied.

“Her personality is offline, she’s just going to respond like, well like a robot at this point.” Alan said, pulling a stool out from under the workbench and scooting it over to Michael. He took the stool and sat down at the workbench, directly in front of Riley’s smiling face. Alan stood next to Michael and began to type away one the computer, explaining as he went along.

“So, Riley is a special thing, she’s got an A.I.-an artificial intelligence- inside of her, and that works together with the operating system that I have installed. I guess you could think of it as the OS is like the part of our brains that sends the signal to keep us breathing, or our heart pumping, it takes care of Riley’s normal operation. Just things that have to happen to keep her going.”

Michael looked up at Alan, realizing he had been staring into Riley’s eyes, “Like regulating power, and balance and stuff?”

“Yes! Exactly, everything that we, as humans, would just do without thinking. Now, her A.I. is more of the abstract, think on the fly, kind of construct. It’s her personality and her imagination and all those things that make Riley, Riley.”

Alan tapped away on the keyboard, making lines of commands appear in the terminal her was working in, Michael had no idea what they were for or what they were doing. Michael was better than most people with a computer, but nowhere near as knowledgeable as Alan was, or as creative.

“So this, right here-” Alan said, pointing to the terminal window, “Is going to refresh Riley back to the last known good configuration. She makes a back up every night and we’re going to restore her to that. So that means she’ll have no knowledge of being broken, or trying to, ah, seduce you, or anything. It’ll be like she just woke up this morning.”

“You can do that?” Michael said, a hint of shock and surprise in his voice

“At the end of the day, she’s still just a sophisticated machine” Alan replied and tapped the enter key on the keyboard. The terminal window filled with a scrolling series of commands that moved too fast to get anything more than a small glimpse of it. Michael instinctively looked back towards Riley's head to see that her mouth hand changed from the smile she wore moments ago, to simply hanging open a slight amount, just enough to show some of her perfectly white teeth. Her eyelids were fluttering rapidly as well, the motion making a sort of buzzing which Michael realized was the motors inside of her clicking in rapid succession.

“That’ll take some time, there’s a lot of data to front load into the drives in her head, and that’ll need to be copied into her primary drives inside her body too.” Alan said, standing up and turning to the sheet draped table in the center of the room. “Speaking of which.”

Alan took two steps forward and drug the sheet off of Riley’s body. Michael had turned to follow Alan and when the sheet was removed he looked as if he might be sick. Seeing Riley with both halves of her chest removed and her clear plastic rib cage plate on display, the circuitry and burnt wiring inside of her was enough to cause him to nearly gag. He steeled himself and drew in a deep breath and stood up, taking one shaking step forward to look at his girlfriend, or at least what was left of her. Alan clapped a hand on Michael’s back and walked around to the opposite side of the table.

“Like I said, it looks so much worse than it really is. The Skin panel’s are easy to replace when they arrive, her spine suffered a bit of damage, but it looks to be in good condition still and I can reset it. Honestly the biggest hassle is going to be replacing the melted wiring inside of her. Almost all of that is going to need to be swapped out.” Alan said, looking into Riley’s open torso the whole time. Once he finished he looked up at Michael.

“Are you still on board to learn how Riley functions and help me clean her up? It’s good knowledge for you to have in case she needs some touch ups while I’m not around.”

Michael swallowed hard and nodded and looked to Alan who stoically nodded in return and then looked back down at his daughters headless body. Tapped his index finger against the clear plate, raised in places to simulate ribs, and looked up at Michael.

“Go ahead and push in on this. It’s kind of like an SD card, push in until you hear the click then release and remove.” Alan said and Michael reluctantly placed his hands on Riley’s chest plate and applied pressure inward until he heard a small, almost imperceptible click. He brought his hands away and Riley’s chest plate lifted upwards, Michael looked from the chest plate to Alan.

“Ok, go ahead and just grab it and lift it off. You can set it on the ground next to you, on top of those skin panels...those are the rest of her chest by the way”

Michael looked down at his feet and saw the two halves of Riley’s chest, and lifted the rib panel off of her torso and set it on the pile of parts there. He looked back into his girlfriends open torso and saw more clearly the extent of the damage. He was certainly no expert, but the amount of bare wires inside of any computer system was a terrible sight. It did, however, allow him to see more clearly how Riley was actually constructed. There was a rough human like skeletal structure inside of her body that gave it a framework. Attached in a variety of places were clear plastic plates that gave her a more defined human shape, similar to the rib cage plate there were others like shoulder blades that Michael could see through the cavity of Riley’s torso.

“So, step one is going to be clearing out all of these stripped wires. We don’t really need to keep track of where they were. I have Riley’s schematics from when I built her, we can use that as our guide to rewire her.” Alan was saying, already inserting his hands into Riley and tugging free some of the cables. Michael followed suite, moving down towards her hips and tugging free any wires that looked like they had been burned or stripped of their coating. It took the pair nearly two hours to pull out the vast array of burnt and ruined cabling from inside of Riley.

Michael and Alan had talked very little, save for Alan occasionally pointing out what a particular circuit board controlled. The vast majority of them seemed to be broken into two categories, circuits that were designed solely to facilitate data to and from a particular limb, and systems designed to manage internal components.

Even the internal circuits were few and far between. Riley had something of an internal stomach, nothing more than a glorified storage tank for anything she ingested through her mouth, and as Alan pointed out, anything from her new sexual hardware. The small storage tank looked easy enough to remove, and it was only slightly stained by the black smoke. Alan guided Michael through releasing the top and bottom clips on the tank and took the whole thing out. Once out they cleaned it with some warm water and paper towels. Alan took the tank to the bathroom and dumped the contents into the toilet and flushed it away then rinsed out the container. Alan explained that this was one of the few things that Riley would actually normally take care of on her own, telling him that there was a built in automatic maintenance sequence that would wake Riley in the middle of the night and have her empty her storage tank, clean her teeth and face, and make any small tweaks or adjustments.

The two finished just as the sun was dipping below the horizon outside the room. Despite the lab having the single window blocked from the outside world, the atmosphere took on an ambiance of secretive work. As Alan was pulling out the last loosely wrapped bundle of cables, running from a board in Riley’s chest up towards where her neck would be once the spine was reset, a tone sounded from his computer. Both Alan and Michael’s head darted over to look at Riley’s head mounted on the table. Her eyes were no longer fluttering and her face looked as if she might be sleeping.

“There we go, she’s back to this morning. She thinks she’s sleeping and recharging right now.” Alan said, his face, for the first time, looked fatherly. Like he was looking at Riley’s disconnected head as if it were his daughter, and not just a machine that he called his child. He shook his head and looked back towards her body then to Michael.

“Ok. lets flip her over so we can reset her spine and then we can work on reattaching her neck joint. If you have time that is” Alan said.

“Yeah, I told my folks that Riley and I were on a date, so I have plenty of time.” Michael said. It was clear that over the two or so hours of working inside Riley’s most intimate of systems that he was becoming more and more comfortable with the idea that she was a machine. The two gently lifted Riley’s body from the table and then rolled her onto the front of her body. Michael got a good look at her spine, jutting angrily through the torn skin at the top of her back and neck.

“So her spine is going to be in lock down, it’s a safety thing any time there is a massive amount of damage it’ll lock to try and mitigate any further damage, but it’s kind of a pain to reset it.” Alan was saying as he pushed on the top of the spine, which didn’t move at all but in fact lifted the rest of Riley’s body off the table slightly.

“The trick is to release the lock without actually powering her on, since at this point that's basically impossible.” Aland continued.

“So did you build in a manual release or something?” Michael deduced. Alan smiled back at him, proud that Michael was catching on to some of his design choices.

“Yep! Right here in fact.” Alan replied, pointing towards the melted opening in Riley’s lower back. Her spine was visible there, showing right where the lower portion of the column attached to her pelvic assembly.

“When she’s not melted, there is normally a panel here, it works like her chest panel in that you just push in on it and it pops out, but see here-” Alan said, tapping his finger just above the point where the spine linked with the pelvis, “On either side there’s a button there, go ahead and feel around for it and press them both in.”

Michael would have felt incredibly uncomfortable with anything like this a few hours before, but now he laid his hand on his girlfriends actual spine and felt around for buttons. He found them easily and squeezed them both in and held it. After only a second he saw and heard her spine fully relax. There was a hint of whirring as the thousands of small motors in her back relaxed finally and he could see that the portion that had torn through her back was gently drooping back into its expected place. Alan slipped two fingers into either side of the gash that her spine had ripped before and pulled them further apart, stretching the artificial skin just enough to allow her spine to comfortably nestle back into place.

“Next, we just need to reconnect this-” Alan said, stepping over to the work bench and returning with the lower portion of the neck joint he had removed from Riley’s head earlier in the day. He lined it up roughly with where it would fit into the top of her neck. “-To this.”

Alan glanced at the clock on his desktop computer and noted that it was nearing nine 'o'clock. He looked back up towards Michael.

“I think it might be a good idea to get you back home. I’ll keep working on Riley here and you can come over after school tomorrow and see if we can’t finish her up.”

“Yeah, that would be ok, and um...thank you.” Michael said, unable to tear his eyes away from Riley’s body.

“Thank you for what?”

“For not being mad. A-about Riley and me and just...everything.” Michael stammered.

“It’s alright. Riley talks about you a lot, and her log files are filled with entries about you. I think it’s only fair.”

Michael nodded and smiled and then shook hands with Alan who ushered him out of the house and locked the door behind him.

“Good kid.” Alan muttered to no one in particular, then shuffled back down the hall to continue the repairs.

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Alan managed to rewire the neck joint and reattach it to the spinal column. He thanked his lucky stars that the joint connected to the spine with a magnetic lock and it was easy to pop it back into place. He applied a generous amount of the remaining flesh paste he had and let it dry. The skin would be lumpy and require a little bit of refining, but that was nothing that Alan couldn’t do with a knife.

Alan spent the next few hours sorting through Riley’s sexual programming, which he believed was the root cause of the entire crash. He invested plenty of time in going over and over the blocks of code that he had written. He did correct a few minor errors here and there, but Alan admitted that the programming itself looked to be solid. It was a slightly modified version of what Julie was running, and the hardware was identical. It left Alan scratching his head. Sometime around midnight he resigned to go to bed and clicked off the lights in the room, leaving Riley’s head connected to his computer. Alan slipped into bed next to Julie who was currently offline and simply recharging, a cable inserted into an open panel above her left breast ran to the wall.

The next morning Alan didn’t quite feel refreshed, but he at least felt ready to begin work again. He called in to work and let them know that his daughter was sick and he needed to take care of her, which was technically a correct statement. Regardless he started the day by rolling Riley onto her back again. He placed his hands on Riley’s naked thighs and spread her legs wide and then reached inside her belly and began to disconnect the sexual module that she had installed herself. Once unlocked he pressed it forward slightly and then reached around and pulled it free of her crotch. He brought it to the workstation and began to connect a variety of data cables to it and then plug those into the back of his desktop. As soon as the power cable and matching data ports were connected Riley’s eyes clicked open.

“New hardware detected. Searching for compatible software”

Alan had expected that, he also expected her to find the install file logs and report that there were no errors.

“Software found. Alert. Corruption in line eight nine six three. Continue loading software?” Alan looked towards Riley, his face suddenly concerned. He opened his mouth to cancel the continuation but Riley responded first.
“Auto confirm acceptance. Continuing load. Alert. Errors detected. Truncating process.”

Alan cocked his head to one side, pondering why she would have automatically accepted a clearly corrupted block of code. He began the process of delving into the inner workings of Riley’s A.I. and operating system, an absolutely massive undertaking.

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Alan was still staring bleary eyed at the monitor filled with multiple windows of line after line of code when he heard the doorbell ring. After blinking for a moment he realized that the afternoon had crept in on him. He left the room, closing and locking the door behind him and opened the front door. Michael was standing there, his backpack slung over his shoulder. He had an expectant look which quickly faded as he saw how tired and haggard Alan looked.
“You didn’t stay up all night did you?” Michael asked.

“No, I’ve just been working on a lot of code all day.” Alan said as he ushered Michael inside and closed the door behind him. The pair walked back to the repair room and Alan unlocked it and let Michael walk in first. Michael spotted Riley’s head and the addition of her sexual hardware next to it, he looked to Alan who was presently walking past him to resume his perch in front of the computer.

“So, I let Riley install her own sexual software and when she did she did it looks like she somehow configured herself to automatically accept the install regardless of any errors that popped up, so she ended up corrupting herself. Then whenever she would get aroused her processors would just keep going round and round in circles. That’s what caused the, uh, literal meltdown.” Alan said, gesturing to the still melted form of Riley’s body.

“Ok, good to know. So what, I shouldn’t get her turned on?” Michael said, barely following along the logical steps and leaps Alan had made.

“No, I’m just going to have to reinstall the software once we get her fully up and running. For now, I have reinstalled the base drivers and the very basic framework of the sexual software I gave her for her birthday.”

“You gave that to her for her birthday?” Michael said, his eyebrows rose slightly.

“Sure, she didn’t even have this-” Alan picked up the cylinder like sexual modules from the desk, “-until after the party. She couldn’t physically do anything with you, even if she wanted to. Which, believe me, she did.” Alan said with a chuckle before clearing his throat and continuing.

“For now though she has the basics. Just the driver software, and some very rudimentary feedback loops. Basically, it’ll work, but it won’t be nearly as good as she will be when I have everything installed properly.”
Michael nodded along, a heat beginning to well up inside his belly as he began to slowly come to the realization that Alan was either going to need to test these systems himself, or he was going to need Michael to do it. Alan noticed this dawning realization on Michael’s face and turned to his computer.

“So anyway, I’ll give you two some privacy. When you are ready just press enter on the keyboard and do your thing. Hit enter again when you’re done.” Alan said, before he quickly and quietly walked away from Michael, closing and locking the door behind him.

Michael was left in the room alone and soon after he heard the sound of the front door to the house close as well. He was alone with Riley, or at least most of her. Her head was still mounted to the desk, her hair piece had been reattached by Alan now that her head was firmly in place on the podium, and next to her lay her brand new vaginal assembly. Alan had thought of everything and had even left a hand towel next to Riley’s head, presumably to clean up any mess that might be left over.

It took Michael a few moments to take a deep breath and begin to kick off his shoes and drop his jeans and boxers. Michael didn’t have to stroke himself for very long before he began to harden, somewhere in his mind he was grateful for teenage hormones making this awkward situation a little more bearable. He was soon ready to test Riley and reached over to the keyboard and tapped the enter key.
Riley’s eyes had been closed the entirety of the time Michael was readying himself, but they now clicked open immediately. As they did Michael heard the fans inside of Alan’s desktop computer whirr up to high speed. Riley’s eyes moved smoothly over to Michael as she first looked at his cock and then further up to his face.

“Hey there sweetie. I’m sorry you had to find out about me this way, but I’m excited for everything we can do now.” She said, her tone was the same Riley that Michael remembered and a far cry from the flat voice he had heard before when she crashed.

“It’s ok babe. Your dad needed me to test something and I think I’m going to like this test.” Michael said, removing his hand from his shaft and picked up the complex sexual module on the desk. He wasted no time in aligning the already moistening folds of her vagina with the tip of his hard manhood. He pressed it firmly down onto himself and Riley responded my letting her mouth fall open and let out a squealing whine of absolute pleasure. Michael’s instinct was to thrust his hips, and even did so once or twice, but he soon remembered that Riley’s pussy was in his hands and he was able to lift it up and back down with ease. Each time Riley let out the same squeal, though it was pitched slightly different, louder sometimes and quieter others. It only took Michael a few thrusts before he caught on to this and soon knew what Alan meant when he said that she would only have rudimentary feedback loops. Michael didn’t mind that one bit, in fact he found himself beginning to enjoy the clearly artificial moans. For several long minutes he thrust himself in and out of her tight wet robotic slit.
As he grew closer to his climax Michael glanced over at his robotic girlfriend's head, she was only able to move it very slightly from one side to the other, but she was swiveling it back and forth as she bit her lower lip and smiled. It was the kind of look Michael had been waiting to see since he first realized he was in love with Riley. Seeing it now though, he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He wanted, so very badly, to release inside of her and stumble back in orgasmic pleasure, but he wanted it to be with Riley, all of Riley. Michael looked at her in her current state and realized that he loved her so much, machine or not, and he wanted their first time together to be something special. More than anything, he wanted her to be able to react properly and fully.

He lifted Riley’s artificial slit up and off of his cock, leaving a thin silvery thread of her synthetic lubricant stretched between the two. Michael let out a sigh and set her sexual assembly on the desk, before picking up the towel Alan had left on the workbench. He gently cleaned himself up and tucked the towel under his arm. He was still panting when Riley looked up at him, her face morphed immediately from one of pleasure to one of concern.
“What’s wrong sweetie?” She said, her voice equally changed from lust to concern.

“N-nothing babe. I just. I just wanted our first time together to be with you in one piece. You know? I’m pretty sure you would have had another crash by now, so I’m going to let your dad know.” Michael reached for the keyboard to press enter again.

“Aww babe, that’s sweet but I wa-” Riley’s voice cut out as Michael tapped the enter key and the emulation program on Alan’s computer stopped running and returned Riley to her lower functionality.

“Personality emulation suspended.” She intoned in that same flat voice that Michael was learning to recognize. He cleaned himself up and redressed himself and began to towel dry the outer lips of Riley’s vagina. As he did so, he glanced at Riley’s face, expecting her to respond in some way, but she never did. Michael somehow knew she wouldn’t, Alan had made it clear that when her personality was taken offline, that she was purely a machine. Michael took out his cell phone and texted Alan.

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Michael waited patiently in the lab until Alan returned and instead of shaking hands or greeting him verbally, Alan stepped up to Michael and hugged him. There seemed to be something unspoken between the two of them and Alan and Michael spent the remainder of the time together that day stringing wires back and forth inside of Riley’s body. The atmosphere more light hearted, and the pair joked in between Alan relaying information about more of Riley’s inner workings. At some point, Alan started to try and explain Riley’s programming but that went over Michael’s head.

Reattaching and replacing the vast array of cables inside Riley alone took upwards of two days. Once done the pair began to wrap mesh cable management tubes around each discrete systems cabling and soon Riley’s internal workings looked much more clean and organized once again. New latex tubes were attached at the base of the neck joint and Michael clamped them into place on Riley’s food storage tank and then repeated the process for the tubing that ran from her sexual module to the same tank.

While Michael was slowly but surely repairing the internal workings of Riley’s body, Alan lost himself in working on her programming, delving deep inside of her A.I. and gathering data. Nearing the end of the third day of work Alan had finished his reprogramming and uploaded the new source code to the hard storage devices inside of Riley's head. That day Alan received a package and hauled it in to the work room. Quickly cutting it open, Alan took out the replacement chest panels and a sheet of thick flesh like material. Taking one of the panels out he handed it to Michael and the pair stood over Riley’s body. Michael looked down at the piece of flesh and hard plastic in his hands and then down to Riley’s body.

“See here, those little catches there?” Alan said, indicating some hook like attachments to the edge of one of the chest panels. Once Michael saw them Alan stooped low to Riley’s open torso. “Those line up here, along this edge. Clip them in there and then it just closes like a door.”

Michael took some time to find and align the chest panel, but once he had it latched into place he was able to easily swing it shut. It clicked into place and once closed, Alan reached across and gave the panel a solid upward tug to make sure it was properly locked into place.

“Uh, I think there’s something missing” Michael said, looking down at the chest panel. The panel was contoured to match Riley’s body, but there was a roughly circular cutout in the flesh where her breast would normally be. Set in to the divot was a small post that looked familiar to the style that was used to connect Riley’s head to her neck.

“Yeah, boobs are a custom feature, we’ll take them off of her old chest plates and put them on here. One thing at a time you dog”

Once Alan was sure the first chest panel was firmly in place, he congratulated Michael and handed him the other panel, which Michael was able to more easily attach this time. Once her chest was closed and locked Michael took a step back and looked at Riley, for the first time in nearly a week she look more like the girl Michael remembered, if not for the hole melted into her abdomen. Alan stooped down and picked up the first chest plate, Riley’s left side, and brought it to his workbench.

“Alrighty, so, to disconnect these, go ahead and grab that tool there.” Alan said, pointing towards a tool on the bench that could have easily been mistaken for a screwdriver. It was a long thin rod of metal with a rounded plastic handle on the bottom. The tip of the rod, however, had no head on it and was instead formed to be a point with a rounded tip.

“Right that one. Ok, so line it up here with her nipple, and this will feel weird at first, but you just press it in all the way until it breaks through and-” Alan watched at Michael guided the tool into the center of Riley’s nipple, pressing firmly downward until it slipped all the way inside. Riley’s breasts weren’t small, nor were they large, but it was enough space that Michael had to push the tool in a bit more before he felt the tool tap against a button.

“Yep, there you go. Push just a little harder.”

Michael did so and there was an audible click from the opposite side of Riley’s chest panel. Michael took that to mean the part had been disconnected. He held the tool with one hand and with the other lifted the firm breast from Riley’s chest. Without prompting he brought it over to her body and began to line it up with the mounting point inside her chest.

“You can take the tool out now.” Alan helpfully added, remembering how difficult it was to line up the part the first time he had tried it as well. Given that piece of advice Michael slid the rod out of her breast and was more easily able to align the part and pressed it into place, smirking a little as his hand rest on Riley’s chest.

“We still have work to do soldier, no time to fool around” Alan said, tossing Michael a wink. Michael only chuckled and moved back to the work bench to begin removing Riley’s other breast. Meanwhile Alan took up the utility knife and began to meticulously cut around the edge of the burned hole in Riley’s abdomen. Once it had it free he laid the cut piece of flesh on top of the sheet of flesh that matched her abdomen and began to use it as a stencil. Once the abdomen was ready Alan slid it into place and applied a generous layer of epoxy like glue that began to fuse her skin together. Once it had dried he would smear on a fresh layer of flesh paste.

The remaining afternoon was spent drying, cutting and pasting Riley’s flesh back onto her stomach and once dried and cleaned up, her back as well. Though her back proved to be more complicated as Alan and Michael needed to cut away the flesh for the panel in her lower back, then epoxy it onto the internal panel doors. It was a tedious task, but necessary. It was late on Friday night when the two finally sat back down on the stools and looked towards Riley’s body, now fully assembled again, though still headless.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Alan said, motioning towards Riley’s head, eyes closed and powered down.

“Why thank you, and yes.” Michael said, jokingly bowing his head towards Alan. The two shared a laugh and Michael stood up. He reached for Riley’s head and turned it sharply to one side and lifted it off of the podium. He walked it over to her body and set it on the bench. He tugged her body up towards him enough to have her neck joint hanging over the edge of the table. He lined up Riley’s head with her neck, sliding it forward and twisted it sharply in the opposite direction. The locks engaged and Riley’s eyes snapped open immediately.

“Beginning program download. One moment.” Riley said in a flat even tone.

“It won’t be one moment” Alan said, standing up and looking over at Riley’s body. He retrieved the white sheet from under the table and laid it across her body.

“That’s probably for the best” Michael said. “I’ll be back tomorrow and we can debrief.” Alan nodded in agreement and put his arm around Michael’s shoulders, walking him out of the room and locking it behind him.

“I’m really proud of you, you know. A lot of people would have taken this whole thing very differently.” Alan said once the deadbolt on the door clunked into place.

“Well, I- I love her. I can’t just let her go because of a little thing like her being a robot.” Michael replied.

Both chuckled at that and said their goodbyes. Michael walked home in the dark, mind still reeling, but excited for what tomorrow held for him and the girl he loved.

==Part 3==
It was late, not so late that the sight of a high school senior strolling down the dimly lit streets would be cause for concern, but late enough. It was a Saturday night and by now most folks were either tucked tightly in bed, or burning the midnight oil and not watching for someone who was clearly making his way home. Michael had a light jacket on and a satchel slung over one shoulder, his hands were thrust into his coat pockets in an attempt to ward off the coolness that was seeping in to the late summer air. Michael scarcely could focus on where he was going, he was simply putting one foot in front of the other and hoping that his feet knew where he was going. He did eventually end up on his door steps, his house keys somehow finding their way to the lock. The previous week had been such a whirlwind of activity and he had barely had time to process it or take it in.

In the last week his girlfriend, Riley, had turned eighteen and the two had made plans to finally lose their virginity to each other. When that time had finally come, something had overcome Riley and she had revealed herself to Michael that she was, in fact, a highly advanced android. Unfortunately that encounter had ended with his petite and well figured girlfriend taking a nasty tumble forward and her head had become dislodged from her heck. Michael was still vaguely haunted by the look of rapt lust on her face, her shoulder length coppery red hair in a swirl around her. As he walked he swore he could still hear the snapping of electrical components short circuiting across her throat.

After that though Riley’s father Alan had been surprisingly kind and understanding to Michael, the pair had spent the last week repairing Riley and bringing her back to a working condition. In fact, the last touches to her repairs had just finished not thirty minutes ago, Alan let Michael know that there was a fair amount of software loading that would need to be done before she was fully ready to act like a person again. Even if her personality had temporarily been turned on while Michael was there, he wanted her whole and complete again. So, Michael had resigned himself to come back home and sleep, or at least try to. He would check in with Alan and hopefully Riley tomorrow. Part of the reason his mind was reeling was he mentally imagined how that conversation would go.

Michael pressed the toe of his sneaker into the heel of his opposite shoe and slipped a foot out before swapping foot positions and leaving his shoes in a heap in the entryway and walked up the stairs and down the hall to his room. He flopped face first into his bed, comforted by the idea that soon he and Riley would be able to get back to the intended purpose of her eighteenth birthday, he loved Riley so much and he wanted so badly to show that to her. A thought flashed through his mind though, Alan could so very easily monitor their sexual encounters with a few keystrokes. The idea of his girlfriend’s father looking in on their relationship in such an intimate way made him uneasy, then he realized he could likely look up any conversation the two had ever had.

Michael lay in bed, awake but exhausted for most of the night. He never bothered to change into his pajamas, though the term pajama might be stretching the meaning of the word. His typical basketball shorts lay on the floor next to his bed, but he couldn’t be bothered to change into them. It was somewhere around midnight when he finally dozed off, sleeping fitfully for the rest of the night and waking up at around eight thirty the next morning. He rolled over and picked up his phone, cursing that he hadn’t plugged it in and staggered towards the bathroom. Once there he splashed some cold water on his face and attempted to rub some of the bleariness from his eyes. He clicked on his phone to see how much power was still left in the device and if he could make it work for the day.

The drowsiness and sleepless night became irrelevant to Michael as he saw that there was a notification of a text message from Riley. He didn’t hesitate to open it.

Michael read, then re-read the texts, noted that the timestamp said it was at 3:28am, and that he had approximately twenty eight percent battery power left. He tapped out a quick reply to Riley, letting her know that he needed a shower and some breakfast, but he would be over after that. She replied nearly immediately that she would be ready and fully charged, finishing her text with a little wink and a heart. Michael assumed he would have to get used to all manner of robot related innuendos from here on out.

Michael did his best to take a quick shower and dress himself in something quick, he ended up in simple jeans and a shirt. He tossed his phone charger, phone, and laptop into his satchel and headed out. He figured that maybe Alan would be able to install some management software or something on his laptop in case Riley had any issues while he was away. Michael’s head was more clear after a night of sleep, fitful as it may have been. He left his house and began the half an hour walk across town towards Riley’s house. When he finally arrived he noticed that Alan’s car was missing and wondered if he would be absent for this little chat.

Michael knocked lightly on the door and it opened nearly immediately, revealing Riley standing in the doorway. She wore a simple blue and white sundress, stitched with floral embroidery, it was both complimented her pale skin and juxtaposed her flaming red hair. She stepped aside and let Michael step into the house before she closed the door, but intentionally didn’t lock it.

“Hey.” Michael said flatly, for all the conversations he had in his head, and all the different ways he thought this conversation would go, he couldn’t conjure any of them to his mind, and simply fell back on his instincts. Riley smiled, that small quirk at the corner of her mouth that seemed to ripple across her lips and drag the rest of her mouth into a smile. She had to know how awkward this would be, but she replied in kind to Michael.

“Hey yourself” she said and without any further hesitation stepped forward and gently folded her arms around Michael’s neck. Michael showed no hesitation either, his hands wrapped around her sides and crossed over her back, pulling her close against him. They stood like that for several long lingering moments before Riley finally released her grip on him and started to step back. Before she got beyond Michael’s reach he moved his hands to her shoulders and pulled her back in for a kiss that lasted longer than most would consider appropriate. Neither human nor android put up any kind of fight to stop it, in fact Riley’s arms came back up and draped themselves around his neck once again.

She knew that her sexual programming was bound to start itself up at any moment, and while she had been given full control over her software and the execution of it through her operating system, she preferred to let it load and execute as it was designed to. She reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and finished stepping back.

“We should talk before we- before anything else happens.”

“Yeah we should” Michael agreed and the pair moved to the couch in the front room. Michael noted that this was the same couch that Riley had last been seen tumbling behind, her head slamming into the coffee table in front of them. Michael sat and Riley sat a respectful distance from him, but reached out and took his hands in hers. Michael noted that they had the same familiar warmth to them that he had grown accustomed to, but he now knew that it was a product of her internal cooling systems. Riley looked down at Michael’s hands in her, then shifted her eyes up to look into his.

“Crazy couple of days, huh?” She began, “I- I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. This could have all been avoided”

Michael chuckled a little before replying. “Yeah, probably, but I don’t blame you. You were worried about what I would think about you if I knew you were just a machine. I mean not JUST a machine, but, you get it.” Michael said, blushing at the mention of Riley being a machine. Riley nodded along with it and opened her mouth to speak, her operating system had already generated a response, but the data stopped as Michael spoke first.

“Riley, It’s going to be ok though. I- I love you. No matter what you are. You’re still my Riley.” Michael said, his voice wavering slightly. He then simply leaned in and hugged her again, whispering into her ear, “I’m just glad to have you back.”

Riley returned the hug and the pair transitioned smoothly into locking lips together. Riley’s A.I. had already queued up many more talking points, but at the moment all of those were saved to a list that would be brought up later, clearly Michael didn’t need to be convinced of anything or soothed of his fears. Michael’s hands were already tangling themselves in her hair, gently pressing into the back of her head and holding her tight in the kiss, while his other hand remained on the small of her back. It didn’t take much encouragement from Riley as she leaned slowly backwards, pouring additional power into the actuators and small motors in her artificial spine. The additional power let her smoothly lower herself down to the couch without any jerking motions.

Michael noted the faintest of vibrations from her back as she lowered herself under him, he knew all too well what exactly those motors looked like, and he felt something he hadn’t expected. There was a dawning realization that he was more than a little turned on by the idea that his cute redheaded girlfriend was, in fact, an android. He didn’t let the dawning realization stop him though, he positioned himself over Riley and returned to kissing her, moving in a line of small pecks from her mouth, down to her jaw line, then her neck and throat and eventually found himself sliding down her body somewhat. Michael’s lips pressed into the artificial flesh on Riley’s chest, and he could feel her hips grinding against him as he moved downward still. He could feel her chest rise and fall and heard the small mewling moans before she suddenly moved away from Michael.

“Do you want to go to my room?” Riley said, her vocal processors slightly distorting her voice and mixing it with the sound of heavy breathing to match the rising and falling of her chest. Michael nodded in agreement and Riley quickly stood, took Michael’s hand and led him through the house to her room. Michael was far too distracted watching the gently swaying hips of his girlfriend to take in the room, but he did register a few small details. Plane white walls with a sparse display of wall decorations. Soft floors beneath his feet and against one wall was her bed. The two headed towards the bed, Michael tearing his shirt up and off of his chest as he went and beginning to unfasten his jeans.

Riley, having the benefit of complete control over herself and her actions, suspended her sexual programming the moment they had left the couch. While she walked she had opened an internal cellular app and texted her father, letting him know that Michael had come over and that he should probably stop monitoring her system vitals for the next hour or so. He had quickly responded that he would, but to let him know if she needed anything. Once in her room she let go of Michael’s hand and began bunching up her sundress until she could grab hold of the entirety of its lower portion and pull it completely off of her. As she did her copper tones hair tumbled out of it and rested gently against her back.

Michael hand managed to finally unfasten his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor. He kicked them off of his feet and looked up to Riley. She had already removed her dress and tossed it aside, leaving her standing naked before Michael. As soon as she detected that Michael was looking towards her, she resumed her suite of freshly installed sexual software. Her operating system engaged any number of auxiliary systems around her body to make her appear as a close to an eighteen year old high school senior in the throes of passion and lust. Small pigment injectors inside the layers of artificial skin spread a small pinkish redness causing her cheeks and chest to flush slightly. Her processors began working extra hard to parse all the data that was already coming in, resulting in her cooling systems taking deeper breaths, bringing fresh cool air across the heat syncs on her processors. Small gel sacks in her nipples filled with firm fluids and made the tips of her breast pucker.

The most important of all the additional systems that began to start up, was Riley’s newly installed and configured sexual opening. Between her creamy white thighs and just below the smooth panel of flesh where pubic hair might be, the sexual systems that had started all of the chaos of the week before whirred silently to life. Michael couldn’t see it, but the outer lips twitched once as the mechanisms inside of them received a jolt of electricity and data and they began to slowly part, flowering open in readiness for Michael. Inside of her pelvis though, much more was at work, small pumps began to prime the lubricant to be injected through small holes into the module, and data reports flowed back and forth between Riley’s processors, operating system, and the hardware around her body.

Riley, while not equipped with the kind of optical sensors that would allow her to monitor Michael’s heart beat or temperature levels, she knew that Michael’s heart was racing, his body as warm as hers, and from a casual glance down at his crotch, just as ready for sex as she was. Riley took two calculated steps back, never letting her eyes leave Michael’s. She held up a single finger and curled it several times, enticing Michael to follow her. Michael didn’t need the encouragement, but he liked it regardless. As he quickly stepped forward, Riley smoothly lowered herself to the bed and pushed herself comfortably onto her back. Michael wasted no time in placing his hands on her knees and spreading them wide open, allowing him to slip between them, the tip of his painfully erect cock a mere centimeter from entering her.

Michael looked up at Riley, her face flush with anticipation and lust, an expression that changed to passionate delight as Michael pushed himself inside of her. He found it surprisingly easy, and didn’t even realize that her vaginal module had opened wider than needed to allow for him to easily slip inside the well lubricated folds, it then tightened around him to give him the perfect feeling of tightness. Riley simulated a small high pitched moan as her eyes rolled up inside of her head for a moment. Michael tried to exercise some self control and not simply pound himself against her. He closed his eyes and simply rocked his hips back and forth while his hands fell to her chest, roaming over her breasts and taking in the contrasting soft fleshy skin and the firm semi-hard nipples.

Michael pumped inside of her, moaning and groaning in unison with Riley, who rolled and swayed her hips perfectly in sync with Michael’s movements. Michael soon bent forward and somewhat awkwardly began to kiss Riley while still trying to retain a smooth thrusting motion. Riley’s advanced robotic mind detected this, and resolved to do something about it, she was an android after all. She placed a hand on Michael’s chest and pressed him up and off of her.
“What’s wrong?” Michael said, his voice already filling with concern.

“Nothing babe! Just thought we could utilize a few features to make this a little more fun” Riley replied. Despite Michael’s look of curious confusion Riley placed her hands on either side of her head just as a small hiss was heard, akin to the sound of something breaking the seal on jar. Riley’s head came off in her hands and Michael could see the connection port in the portion of her neck still attached to her body, as well as the series of posts in the bottom of her head that lined up perfectly with the matching ports on her neck. Her sweet sensual smile still remained in place as her head traveled up to meet Michael’s lips. Michael wagered no complaints and his hands immediately moved up and held the sides and back of her head in place. Their kiss quickly became deep and passionate with Michael moving and manipulating her head around as they kissed.
Internally Riley made sure to send a quick alert to her father about what she had done, even though she had warned him not to monitor her status, she was sure that he was. There was no reply this time, but she had at least been alerted that the message had been opened, so Riley had all confidence that he knew and was simply turning a blind eye to his daughters activities. Michael found that he barely had to move his hips and that Riley was doing much of the work for him, rolling her hips and gyrating them. Michael wasn’t sure how long he could continue this kind of activity, but he also knew that Riley could easily load an orgasm and execute it quickly, in fact he was very sure she had one loaded and at the ready. So, Michael let himself simply enjoy the time they had, pressing his lips against Riley’s impossibly soft and perfect lips while he thrust gently inside of her. Before long, he pressed her disconnected head hard against his and clutched some of her red as he felt the tell tale signs of his own building climax. As he released several jets of hot cum inside of her, Riley, true to form, groaned in pleasure. Michael watched as her headless body arched its back for several long seconds before it finally relaxed and lay flat.

Michael was breathing hard, but he didn’t let that stop him from kissing Riley repeatedly, though they were more sweet and loving pecks rather than a single long passionate lust filled kiss. He was still holding Riley’s head in his hands when he opened his eyes to see her smiling at her, seeming like nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

“That- that was. That was incredible” Michael managed to say between deep breaths.

Riley giggled slightly and smirked “Yes it was, that’s what good programming and state of the art hardware gets you. Silly” Riley scrunched up her face and smiled again. Michael felt her hands aimlessly paw at his hands, indicating that he should likely return her head.

“Now now, I know how to do this.” Michael said, pride swelling inside of him. He pulled back, his still somewhat erect penis was slick with Riley’s artificial lubricants. He could clean that later, for now he slid off the edge of Riley’s bed, still firmly holding her head in both hands. He used one hand to bundle together her long red hair, and with the other, supported the back of her skull. Michael was able to line up her head with the locking mechanisms in her neck and once her head was settled into place, he gave it a sharp twist to one side, locking it firmly into place.

Riley’s operating system immediately registered that her head, a previously disconnected device, was reattached and working as expected. She blinked three times in rapid, but measured, succession before her face turned to a smile.

“You learned a lot with dad, didn’t you?” Riley said, sitting up in her own bed and using both hands to toss her hair, both making sure none of it managed to get caught in the seam between her head and neck, and just simply to let it fall back into place naturally.

“A few things here and there.” Michael chuckled in response and then sat next to Riley on the bed. The two of them sat, naked and unashamed for a few heartbeats before Riley finally spoke.

“I’m- I’m really glad that you know how to, ah, operate me a little better now. It feels really good to be truthful with you now.” She said, her face flushing just as red as it had been when they were having sex. She looked down at her hands, folded in her lap.

“I am too. This’ll be nice” Michael said, nudging closer to Riley and putting an arm around here before adding. “And you aren’t just a machine to me. You’re still Riley who just happens to be a robot, which is way cooler than you were before.”

Riley laughed and playfully shoved Michael away from her before standing and beginning to slip back into her sundress. Michael followed suit and dressed himself. The pair spent the rest of the day idly chatting, laughing, and spending the last day of their weekend like any other high school couple might.

Somewhere across town, in a mostly secluded corner of a trailer park was a small single wide camper. It was the kind of thing that a couple might rent for a weekend away, it housed one permanent bed in the small loft space above the cab. There was an eating table with benches that claimed to allow for two people to sit on each one, but in practice it only allowed for one and a half. The table could be lowered and pads laid across it to make a second uncomfortable bed. Across from the table was a uselessly small sink and an array of cabinets. There were no dishes or cups in the cupboards, instead there were tools of all shapes, sizes, makes and models. The cabinets were filled with bits of wire, circuit boards and coils of tubing in any number of lengths. Sitting on the small counter next to the sink was a laptop, scrolling through text with a progress bar creeping slowly along.

Laying in the loft bed of the trailer was a girl, barely more than five feet tall and sporting a trendy pixie cut. As she lay still, her black hair lazily hung away from her head. Her hands were folded comfortably on her belly, resting on top of a white cotton shirt. Her hands cleverly concealed the open panel in her stomach, and the quarter inch thick orange utility cable that slipped under her shirt and into her body. Her eyes were closed and she looked as if she were asleep, though her chest didn’t rise and fall and she didn’t move at all. She was active and waiting.

Her laptop chimed once as the progress bar on it filled to completion. As it did the girls eyes snapped open and she turned her head to the side, letting her dark brown eyes scan the trailer and then look to the laptop. She reached under her shirt and mechanically tugged the orange cable free before rolling out of the bed and her bare feet landed on the bench of the table next to a pile of clothes, and then she stepped to the trailer floor. Her slender face was framed perfectly inside the limited scope of her pixie cut hair. She reached across the trailer and plucked a small external USB drive from the computer and then held out her left arm so that the underside of it was facing upwards.

With a simple command from her operating system then panel near her wrist descended a fraction of an inch into her arm and then slid up further into her arm. The now open panel wrapped around her forearm for about two inches and up along her arm for another four inches. Inside the depths of her arm were an array of data ports of varying types, one of each it would seem, the girl plugged the storage drive into a port.

“External drive detected. Scanning for viru- alert, virus scan cancelled. Copying data to internal file structure.” She said aloud, no one in particular. She would stand there, unmoving, unblinking, and unbreathing for the next thirty seconds while the files were copied to her systems. Anyone who walked in and saw her standing there in her simple white shirt and equally simple black panties would have been embarrassed, but her upturned wrist would have tipped them off to what she truly was. Once the files were in place, located in a quarantine folder inside of her operating system, she got herself dressed properly. Stripping out of the white shirt she tossed the garment into a pile on the loft bed. She reached into the pile of clothes on the bench and pulled out a black bra and matching black tank top, a pair of brown jeans. Slipping into the clothes she picked up a choker from the countertop next to her laptop and strapped it tightly around her neck.

She took a few steps through the trailer to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, turning her head from side to side, ensuring that there were no obvious signs of her robotic nature. Satisfied she stood up straight and her eyes swiveled to a series of pictures taped to the side of the mirror depicting various other people smiling and laughing. She studied them for a moment before booting up elements of her own human emulation software. Her face quickly changed to a smile that was, perhaps, too overly excited looking. She adjusted the mile down to a gentle smirk, something more friendly. The girl turned her head slightly from left to right and back again before making a save of the configuration and left the bathroom. She moved back through her trailer to the table, stepped up on the bench and then into the loft. She rolled onto the thin mattress and tugged up the lower portion of her tank top, exposing her stomach and the electronics deeper inside of her torso. She picked up the orange power cable and slotted it into the waiting port within her body, then lay still, the sweet smile still on her face.

Michael and Riley reluctantly parted ways after dinner and some playful conversation. Alan still hadn’t come home but Riley was confident she would be safe on her own. She had assured Michael that all she was going to do was lay down and recharge for the evening. Later that night Alan came home and poked his head in to check on Riley who was inactive at the time, laying still on her bed with a power cable running into the charging port in a small panel above her left breast. The status light was blinking a soft green hue, indicating that she was fully charged and merely in a low power mode. Alan crept into the room and kissed her gently on the forehead. Riley’s eyes slipped open and she smiled.

“Welcome home” she said quietly.

“Thank you dear. Everything’s okay?” Alan asked.

“All good here, Michael was here earlier and the day was pretty normal.” Riley said, sitting up in her bed.

“Good good. I think you’re probably ready to head back to school tomorrow. You’ve been out a week and people are going to start to suspect.”

“Yep, I think I’m ready for it.” Riley said, settling back into her bed. “But I better get my beauty rest first” she said, teasing her father.

Alan chuckled, kissed her forehead once more and then quietly left the room for the evening. In the morning Riley and Alan rose and prepared for their days like nothing was wrong, though Alan did spend several minutes staring at his phone and muttering a complaint about the slow shipping on replacement parts for his wife, Julie. Soon though, Riley was dressed in a simple baby blue button up shirt and a tan skirt. She was just finishing slipping on a pair of complicated looking sandals and slinging a backpack on her shoulder when her phone buzzed. It was a text from Michael, simply greeting her and wishing her a good morning. She smiled at her phone and tapped out a reply, said her goodbyes to Alan and stepped out the door to begin walking the two miles through urban neighborhoods to school.

The school day progressed normally, Riley met with Michael on the front steps of the building and the pair walked in together and found their normal group of friends gathered in the cafeteria. They chatted with their mutual group of friends and Riley gave them the predetermined reason for her absence. A sudden sickness in one of her family members had taken her away from school, Michael knew about it and that’s why he had been visiting with Riley so often after school. There weren’t any probing questions that their social circle asked, and the two were showered with concerns and thankfulness that Riley was back to school now.

Neither Michael or Riley suspected that they were not only being watched, but actively being stalked by another android. Staring at her phone at a nearby table in the cafeteria sat the black haired android, her face still wearing the same simple smile she had configured the night before. Her phone was connected to her operating system via Bluetooth and was constantly scanning the surrounding area for other devices to connect with. She knew Riley was another android like herself, that much had become apparent when she picked up on the vocal tics and beginning signs of a malfunction that Riley showed in a mutual math class the two shared.

The dark haired robot ran her hand through her short crop of hair, the motion wasn’t something she actively decided to do, but rather it was a randomly generated motion from a database of social motions that would better establish that she was a human, despite being entirely mechanical. As her hand came back to her phone there was a small ping, making the phone vibrate softly. A new device had been detected in the area and the custom app that she used pulled up a list of transmitted data. Unit KD-01 smirked slightly, which was nothing more than a small modification to the smile she had configured the night before. Her eyes darted around the room and found Riley sitting a few tables over, chatting with her friends. KD-01 knew that at regular intervals that Riley would broadcast a small data packet in order to establish a connection with any other friendly androids in the area, it was a standard configuration for most robots, but also a massive security risk.

KD-01 had prepared to exploit this exact security flaw and had written a bit of code to emulate a friendly android and send back the appropriate information along with a small bit of code in the form of a rootkit. The rootkit was genius in its simplicity, it was a simple set of configuration data that added KD-01’s MAC address and personal serial number to the white list and then lowered many of the inhibition settings for the target machines operating system. In essence it would set KD-01 as a friendly unit, and then modify Riley’s behavior to be much more agreeable to all but the most outrageous suggestions. The only catch was that the rootkit needed the target robot to reboot just once and that wasn’t something that KD-01 could force without it becoming obvious. Once the software was transferred, it was simply a matter of waiting for a full system reboot.

Riley only received a brief reply ping from another friendly unit, one that she hadn’t connected with before. The ping caused her to briefly look over her shoulder and scan the room for someone who she hadn’t seen before, but everyone looked familiar, her A.I. reasoned that it was likely another robot who may have been simply walking past the cafeteria and was now out of site. A few minutes later when her scan broadcast again there was no reply, which served only to reinforce the idea that she had simply missed the new android. Riley simply shrugged and returned to her conversation. Soon the bell to get to class was ringing and Riley parted ways from her friends, hugged Michael, and left for math class.

While in class, she was blissfully unaware that the KD-01 unit was watching her intently. Like any other machine, she was more than capable of only partially listening and still correctly calculating the answers to any given quiz. KD-01 knew that the soonest Riley might fully reboot was tonight. Regardless of when it happened, KD-01 would be waiting in her trailer for the confirmation message which would allow her to begin the next phase of her mission. She had been an experimental unit that was primarily designed to learn behaviors from other humans and integrate it into her own programming. The idea being that a learning machine would have a more holistic knowledge base on which more complex programming could be built. She was constructed and then activated in the trailer she lived in, but funding to the program had been cut before her handler could make contact with her. The result was a mostly self sufficient android whose only goal was to gain knowledge about human social interactions.

Over the years KD-01 had found that integrating the programming from other androids was a great way to fast track social interactions and gather massive amounts of data with little chance of discovery. She had done some research on her own and crafted a number of viruses meant specifically to infect other androids and bring them to her. From there she could collect their data and then discard the memory and the virus. Though in practice she had found that the process of wiping the memory and removing the virus resulted in more than a few robots becoming unworkable. In order to cover her own tracks she scrapped the units that broke for parts for her own repairs and disposed of the unused parts.

The remainder of the school day passed without incident and Riley and Michael met outside of the building where he walked her home. Once there he kissed Riley on the cheek on her doorstep.

“Wanna come inside?”

“As much as I want to say yes, I can’t. I have an economics test in the morning and unlike some people I don’t have a database of all the answers” Michael replied, ending with a wink in Riley’s direction.

“Hey, I have to actually read the material first, I can’t just download it.” She said, pretending to be offended, then added “Although, I bet I could just download it.”

Michael simply rolled his eyes, kissed her again and began to leave. Riley watched him walk away before shutting the door and locking it. Hearing the door close Alan came walking down the hall from the back repair room. He was wearing a simple cloth apron with the pockets filled with tools.

“Hi sweetie. How was school?” Alan said.

“Good, all systems normal.” Riley replied, setting down her backpack.

“Great! Well, I’m just getting your mom put back together and everything. So I’ll be a little busy tonight. Are you okay on your own?”

“Yep, I’ll probably just turn in early tonight. Unless mom will be ready before bedtime. I’d love to at least hug her good night.” Riley replied.

“She should be, I’ll send her your way when she’s back up and running.” Alan said then ducked back into the lab at the far end of the hall. Riley nodded, but her father was already gone, diving back into the arduous task of replacing the parts that had been removed from his wife to repair his daughter. Riley picked up her backpack and walked to her room, she too had a test to study for, but all she needed to do was read the material before she had it stored on her internal media drives. The night carried on quietly and soon Riley’s internal clocks let her know it was approaching her normal bed time. She had just stood up from her desk when there was a slight knock on her door.

Riley called out to come in and the door opened to reveal her mother standing in the hallway. She was also a robot and looked so similar to Riley, though her copper coloured hair only reached her shoulders and had a more frizzy look to it, she looked and carried herself like an older, but somewhat “young at heart” kind of woman. She took a few steps into Riley’s room and then simply embraced her daughter. The two held each other for a moment, even if they were both machines, there was a certain element of their A.I. that bonded with each other and every interaction helped make the other one better.

“So, dad tells me you had quite the week” Julie said when the pair broke apart.

“Yeah, sorry I had to steal a few of your parts.” Riley said.

“Don’t worry about it, I can disappear for a lot longer than you can, but I’m glad to be back online.”

“Me too.” Riley said and hugged her mother again.

“Okay, I’ve got a lot of updates to run, so I’m going to go lay down and do a few restarts.” Julie said, stepping back into the hall before looking over her shoulder at Riley. “Oh, dad said he has some tweaks for you too, but those can wait until tomorrow. Maybe just restart tonight so you’re ready for them.” With that, Julie turned and walked down the upstairs hallway towards the master bedroom. Riley nodded in agreement and closed the door to her room. She walked across the room to her bed and first sat on the edge then moved to lay down on her back. Restarts generally caused all of her systems to go offline, and she didn’t dare risk tumbling forward while she was offline. With her hands relaxed at her side she closed her eyes and took one final deep breath to pull the last of the days gathering heat from her processors and then initiated a restart.

Across town, in her camper, KD-01’s eyes clicked open as a message arrived in her systems. The virus she had planted in Riley had sent a signal alerting her that a restart had been initiated. KD-01 moved her hands down to the cable dangling from her open belly and disconnected it. She slipped out of the bed and down to the bench below. She proceeded to push the pile of clothes off of it and on to the floor. Next she stepped down and lowered the table top into the bed position. Finally she moved to the bathroom and picked up a tan sheet, which was then draped over the table. Over the course of the next hour she readied her space, pulling out tools, cables, spare parts that might be needed and booting up her laptop. She would wait for some time, knowing that many androids could take several hours to fully reboot if there were updates to install. Regardless of time, she would soon be expecting company.

In an altogether different part of town, Michael had watched his parents lights go out half an hour earlier, and he patiently waited. When he was sure that his family was sound asleep he crept through the house and slipped his shoes on before silently dashing out the door and walking up the street towards Riley’s house. He had barely studied at all, his mind always seemed to drift back to Riley, both fully assembled and admittedly, in pieces. He wanted more of her and he was pouting that he didn’t get to see her after school.

As he walked he dug out his phone and texted her that he was on his way over. It was approximately five minutes later, just as Michael was beginning to think that Riley was offline for the evening that he got a response from her. It wasn’t a text, it was a picture of her, angled as if the camera was held high above her and pointed downward. She was naked, or at least mostly naked, Michael could clearly see her breasts, nipples already pert and expectant. The small charging port above her left breast was open and a power cable was plugged in to it, trailing down between her cleavage and disappearing somewhere behind her. She was winking and making a cute pouting face. A moment later he got a text as well, “Can’t wait for you to get here, I need you cock inside of my wet pussy right now.”

Michael picked up the pace, excited nearly to the point of intoxication, he didn’t even register that the text itself didn’t sound like something Riley would say to him, nor did the picture seem like something she would do. Then again, they had finally had sex, maybe this had unlocked some kind of mature set of late night programming. Michael didn’t care much what the cause was, he was on his way towards Riley regardless. Michael didn’t see a single soul as he walked through the back streets to Riley’s house and once he arrived he texted her again to let her know he was there. Her reply was immediate, she really was expecting him it seemed like.

Michael was suspicious of Riley’s very sudden dip into dirty talk, she hadn’t acted like this at all earlier, but then again it was late and Michael suspected she had likely been installing additional software since their last encounter. He opened the front door as quietly as he could and slipped out of his shoes before moving silently through the house and up to Riley’s room. Once there he knocked once on her door then pushed it open. Inside he found Riley on her bed, her legs curled under her as she sat up straight. She was completely naked, and Michael didn’t hesitate to look her up and down. His eyes lingered on her perfectly rounded C cup breasts and how they seemed to stay perfectly in place. Michael guessed that there was some kind of structure inside of her chest that held them in place.

Michael silently closed the door behind him and in that amount of time Riley had somehow moved from the bed and now was in the process of lowering herself to her knees in front of him. Her hands were expertly working on the zipper of his jeans and Michael didn’t bother to stop her. A moment later his already erect penis had popped out of his jeans, between the zipper and was rapidly taken into Riley’s mouth. She sealed her lips around Michael’s shaft and began to bob her head up and down along his shaft forcing Michael to lean back slightly and brace himself against the wall behind him.

“Damn Riley, you’re in the mood aren’t you” Michael said between sudden small gasps for air. To his initial surprise Riley responded perfectly without her lips leaving his hard cock. Michael realized that the speaker set in her throat that generated her voice didn’t actually need air or for her mouth to move to form words.

“Yes I am-am. I’ve been wai-waiting for you all day long. I needed-ed you so bad. So bad. So so so bad.”

Michael was put immediately on edge. Alan had told Michael that vocal malfunctions and stuttering were usually the first signs of a larger issue inside of her systems. Michael tried desperately to remember what he had been told on how to diagnose these types of problems, but it was becoming more and more difficult to think clearly. Michael reluctantly placed his hands on Riley’s head, drawing a small moan from her.

“Mmm, yes, fuck my-my-my little whore mouth with your-our-you-your big cock!” She muttered through her vocal systems.

“N-no Riley this is wrong, something’s wrong” Michael managed to say as he pushed her head backwards and off of his stiff member. Riley tumbled backwards, landing on her rump, her hands flying backward to stabilize herself. Michael noticed that her mouth hadn’t yet transitioned from the “O” shape it was in a moment before, not immediately at least. She soon realized what had happened and her face transitioned into a more sultry look.

“What’s wrong big-big boy? To hot hot hoooooootttt hot to handle-dle?” Riley’s head tilted to one side as she spoke and spasmed momentarily as her voice repeated itself.

Inside of Riley’s artificial mind she was struggling. The rootkit that KD-01 had implanted in her had taken hold after the restart. The payload was a simple set of configuration files, most of them were geared specifically towards lowering Riley’s security protocols and allowing in connections that would otherwise be turned away. In order to accomplish this the virus had to change some fundamental parts of Riley’s personality, but it was a balancing act. Change too much and Riley would become a different entity, change too little and there was a possibility that the remote connections might be blocked. The result was that portions of Riley’s personality were suspended temporarily.

The result of the changes were that Riley was still apt to behave the same way as she normally would, doing the same actions as she normally would, but being reckless about it. Riley, unmodified, would have responded to Michael’s text to come over for some late night sex but would have fussed about him being quiet. Instead she enticed him to come over quicker, left the front door open for him, and didn’t hesitate to let out lewd moans. Sexual activity was always a processor intensive activity, there were so many fine motor control elements required to not only seem human, but also not injure her partner. Coupled with Riley’s A.I. continually attempting to correct the programming in place and Riley’s entire bank of processors were peaking at around ninety eight percent.

With her processors struggling to remain both cool and functional, her operating system began to suspend some of her functionality in order to accommodate higher priority requests. Her vocal processor was one of the first systems to be downgraded, causing it to not be able to speak as smoothly as it otherwise would have, leading to a staggered and stuttering voice. Next was what the virus was intended to do, break into the core of Riley’s operating system. With so much processor usage being taken up struggling back and forth between lowered inhibitions about her behavior, and a continual attempt to re-establish those inhibitions, her security software suffered.
Lines of code executed with a bombardment of requests to her safety procedures. Soon, one request made it through, and like a biological virus, it began to modify the settings inside of Riley. Most of the changes were too small to really notice, a single MAC address was added to the list of administrators, and a port was opened in her firewall settings. The final piece was to download and install a relatively light weight remote control app that would allow an outside party to gain full control of the robot it was installed on. It was a useful tool for mass deployments in places like call centers or factories where someone needed to simply hop into a unit and modify something or push out a massive packet update. This one however was specifically linked to KD-01.

Riley didn’t move for a whole minute, her face frozen in its sultry lustful look, still angled up towards Michael. He had managed to uncomfortable tuck his erection away in his jeans and zip them back up before kneeling in front of Riley, shaking her by the shoulder and quietly calling her name. Panic began to set in as Riley’s lips began to move, forming words, but never speaking them aloud. Michael was no lip reader, but he could vaguely make out the word “downloading” over and over. It became clear that Riley was installing something, and for a brief moment Michael’s panic subsided. He reasoned that it was likely updates that Riley’s father had pushed out to her at the end of the day.

Michael let out the breath he had unconsciously been holding, and sat down next to Riley. He didn’t entirely know how long these kinds of updates took, and he figured they were likely to take longer than he had time for. He stood up and somewhat awkwardly transitioned Riley into his arms. Cradling her, he moved her back to the bed and laid her flat on it. Though he had to tug on her legs and push down on her knees to get them to move into a level position. As he pressed downward the small motors in her legs whined in protest, but eventually laid flat. Michael pulled up the blanket and covered her with it and kissed her on the forehead. This evening definitely hadn’t gone the way Michael had intended, but he still enjoyed seeing Riley, even if it was only for a few pleasure filled minutes. Michael left Riley in her room, closing the door softly behind him and then quietly put his shoes on and left the house.

While Michael moved and adjusted Riley, KD-01 had remotely connected to her operating system and had full control of her optical circuitry. She was sitting in her trailer, her eyes open and unblinking as she stared straight ahead. She was remotely connected to Riley and watched curiously as Michael tenderly took care of her. The human knew that Riley was a machine yet treated her more like she was another human. The contradiction in logic didn’t register properly with the KD unit, as she had only ever known that she herself was a machine and every lab technician and handler had treated her as a piece of equipment rather than a person.

The realization that there were people in the world that would treat a machine like a person, and more curiously, a machine that knew it was only a robot but acted human, was a tantalizing set of data points that KD-01 was eager to assimilate into her own codebase. She was still remotely connected to Riley and tuned the microphones in her ears to a higher sensitivity, she wanted to know every sound that was around her, particularly other humans in the area. She was able to hear the fading footsteps of Michael as he stepped off of her porch and the faint snores of someone else in the house. She sent a command for Riley to get up from her bed and redress herself in something appropriate. With every command KD-01 sent there was a measure of feedback from Riley’s internal security protocols which were still detecting that something was amiss, but unable to detect any software that hadn’t been there all along.

The rootkit that the KD unit had put in place managed to inject itself into Riley’s internal registry of software with a false date and time of installation far in the past. Meaning Riley’s operating system and even her A.I. passed it over whenever it scanned for newly installed software as it appeared to have been there since Riley was activated. It would likely take the intervention of a human to realize that the software was in place and not part of the original build. Regardless, Riley was only able to detect that the behavior she was exhibiting was out of the ordinary but not harmful to herself or others, so she complied.

She slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of leg hugging blue jeans and a simple heathered grey shirt. KD-01 was efficiently moving Riley through the motions of preparing to leave the house and didn’t bother instructing Riley to wear undergarments, but smartly had her coil up and place a data cable in her pocket. Riley then quietly moved through the house and slipped on a pair of flip-flops and left the house. She began to walk in the still warm evening air and walked in the opposite direction that Michael had been moving. Riley neither blinked nor simulated a breathing motion, she simply moved smoothly along the sidewalk.

Riley’s A.I. was practically screaming at her operating system as she was now in a public space, but not executing any of the designated social responses. This was enough for her A.I. to trigger a soft reset of her operating system. Her low level functionality would stay online, meaning she would still balance on her feet and remain powered on, but the driving software for her body would take a minute to restart herself. Riley’s A.I. intended for this to correct any behavior issues that might have arisen throughout the course of her operation.

Riley stopped walking suddenly, swaying back and forth as her balance systems compensated for the motion and her operating system began shutting down programs one by one in order to restart. Riley stood silently, looking blankly ahead for nearly thirty seconds while she shut down and then restarted. Meanwhile the KD unit was forcefully disconnected from Riley, causing her to blink rapidly as her own operating system attempted several more times to connect to Riley. As soon as Riley’s operating system came back online, the rootkit sent another alert to KD-01, letting her know that Riley was back online and available for remote connection. KD-01 wasted no time in reestablishing a connection to the pretty redheaded robot, but resigned to taking a more sly approach to acquiring her.

KD-01 sent a data packet with her GPS coordinates and a simple command to go to the location. Riley’s A.I. still knew something wasn’t quite right as being out this late was not normal behavior, even if her operating system seemed to verify that the behavior was reckless it did not violate her configuration. Riley began walking again, this time she blinked, breathed, and her arms swing gently from side to side. By all accounts she looked like a normal high school senior out for a late night stroll.

Riley soon walked into the front gate of the trailer park and began winding her way through the maze of trailers. Some large RV’s and other small simply camper buses. Soon though, Riley was standing in front of a small RV in the back corner of the lot. There was a thick power cable running from a back panel in the vehicle to a post next to it, supplying power and internet connectivity to the camper. The vehicle was oriented in a way that the side entry to the bulk of the space was facing away from most of the other campers in the area, and Riley needed to walk around it to reach the door. Vegetation had grown up and around the wheels and even up to the rear bumper of the RV, indicating that this particular vehicle had not been moved in a very long time.

Inside the camper, KD-01 watched Riley walk along the streets and through the trailer park. All the while she monitored Riley’s system to make sure that there were no alerts that were silently sounding in her operating system and more importantly, making sure that nothing was signaling another person as to her location. Just before she walked up to the trailer that housed KD-01 an internal application popped up in Riley’s operating system, it was an app that mirrored her phone software. The alert was a text message from someone marked as “Michael” in her contacts list. The message was simple, just someone letting Riley know that he had made it home ok and that he hoped she was alright. KD-01 didn’t bother to respond, she wasn’t familiar with Riley’s tone and inflections and didn’t want to risk discovery.

Riley, having reached the GPS location that she was commanded to move to, stopped and waited for additional instructions. Her A.I. was not sure why she was there, or what to do next and her processors began to catch up with the large backlog of data to parse. Her operating system began writing log files consisting of system status, running software, and location data. She was about half way through the log files when the door to the trailer opened to reveal the silhouetted figure of a young girl, approximately the same apparent age as Riley. Riley’s A.I. immediately scanned her face and began checking it against an internal database of known faces. The scan took a moment to run and finally concluded that Riley had, in fact, met this person before. She recognized her as the quiet and shy girl from her math class.

Riley’s head tilted to one side, her face turning to a confused look as her A.I. passed the information about the girl to her operating system and then to her social and verbal response processor.

“Cadey?” Riley said, sounding just as confused as she looked. It was at this moment that KD-01, known to Riley as Cadey, sent the command to fully shut down all systems. Riley’s A.I. protested immediately, a fully system shut down out in the open like this would be a clear violation of her social protocols. Her A.I. immediately terminated the request to power down though once the first request was terminated, there was a flurry of other requests coming in right behind the first one. Riley’s A.I. was unable to terminate the sheer volume of shutdown requests, resulting in Riley’s operating system shutting off running applications one by one. In a moment of cleverness, her A.I. managed to attach her GPS location to a text and sent it to the last person to text her. Once sent, her operating system was offline and then her A.I. suspended itself.

Riley’s face morphed into a blank, almost drooping expression and she teetered on her feet for only a moment before she began to tumble forward. KD-01 had stepped down and was there to catch the robotic girl in her arms. Once KD-01 had secured Riley in her arms, she began to step back up into the trailer, dragging Riley with her. The door to the trailer soon closed. KD-01 drug Riley through the small amount of open space inside of the trailer and hoist her up onto the table that had been converted to a bed before turning around to the counter behind her. Her own optical modules scanning for the tools she needed to begin her work on Riley.

Michael was already sound asleep when his phone softly buzzed on his night stand. It was a text from Riley with a simple file attached to it. When Michael eventually read the message he had no idea what it meant. He replied to it saying that he loved her and that he would see her at school soon.

==Part 4==
At the edge of a somewhat small town, nestled next to a Christmas tree nursery, sat the Arcadia Estates trailer park and mobile home lot. Many of the homes at the entrance to the park were the somewhat upscale mobile homes, kept looking neat and tidy for landlords to show off as display homes for potential new tenants. Behind the idealistic mobile homes were the semi permanent campers and RV’s. Most of these sat on cement pads with their stabilizers locked in place and plugged in to a power and data podium that was provided by the park. On the opposite side of the pad was a port where excess water and other waste could be shunted off to a series of large communal septic tanks. Even further back in the park were simple grass lots, marked off with white spray pain in the dirt or dead grass. Similar power and data poles rest in the hard earth next to each lot as well as a connection to the septic systems.

In the farthest back corner was one particular lot, where a mid sized camper had clearly resided for a longer than average amount of time. The grass was brown and dead all around it from a lack of water and tending, though weeds seemed to thrive there, curling up the tires and bumper of the vehicle. There were large portions of open space between it and the other trailers in the area and most people found no reason to go near the trailer. The scant few who had tried to be neighborly were only ever greeted by a girl in her late teens, or perhaps early twenties, no one ever really knew for sure. She would curtly greet her guest, ask if they needed something, then politely turn away the visitor. From the small glimpses of the inside of the trailer some folks had seen the trailer itself didn’t look to house more than two people, and most just assumed it was a parent and daughter.

On occasion in the early morning people had seen the slender young girl walking through the trailer park with a backpack slung over her shoulder, trudging diligently along and out of the park only to return later in the afternoon. This led most people to assume that the shy and somewhat quirky girl was a student in town and was just lacking in friends. Some of the other boys in the park would often find themselves finding reasons to loiter around the path she took through the park if for nothing other than an opportunity to gawk and ogle at the girl. She was unconventionally attractive, sporting a short pixie cut of black hair that often spiked up in odd and unplanned ways. She generally wore darker clothes that hugged tight to her body, leaving little to the imagination, but the most that could be said about her was that she was pretty, a little larger in the chest given her slim body, and pale skinned.

The reason for the odd, borderline antisocial behavior for the girl most people knew as Cadey, was that she wasn’t a human at all. She was an android, who lived entirely by herself in the weird little trailer at the back of the lot. She had been intentionally constructed to appear somewhere between eighteen and nineteen years old, and attended the local high school as a senior. What no one in the park knew was that she had been programmed to learn and glean information from social interactions, but after months of isolation in her trailer she had become somewhat desperate and thirsty for knowledge and understanding. Originally this manifested itself in reading books of all kinds and eavesdropping on conversations from her fellow classmates. This soon became an inadequate means of collecting data and she needed to find something else to quickly sate her desire for knowledge and experiences.

Cadey, or as she called herself in the privacy of her trailer, KD-01, had begun to develop software to assist her in finding other androids who had been online for longer than she had. This software developed over time into a worm that she could send to other robots and allow her to remotely access their systems. While this proved to be a poor solution for remotely downloading data, it did allow her to take control of other androids and bring them to her. Once in her trailer the data could be downloaded directly and integrated immediately. The plan was originally to wipe the memory of the experience along with her virus and then release the captured android back into their original life. In practice though this process had only worked on the first few robots, the rest simply crashed and were unrecoverable. Not programmed to let good spare parts go to waste, Cadey had become quite proficient at disassembling other units and salvaging parts from their bodies.

KD-01’s most recent victim was another android from her school, a girl by the name of Riley Salter. Riley was equally as petite as KD-01 was, but instead of the dark pixie style hair, Riley had a mane of long vibrant red hair. Her lips always seemed to be cutely pouting, and her eyes sparkling with life. Riley was currently dating a boy by the name of Michael Auger who, until recently, had thought Riley was just another overly pretty girl from his school. But circumstances had led to Michael discovering what she truly was, and the pair had actually grown closer to each other as a result.

This initial smattering of data had intrigued the KD unit. She had only ever experienced the cold and clinical hands of her creators and programmers, or the hard robotic assembly mechanisms that put her together in a research facility. While the experiment had been terminated and funding cut, Cadey had never met her human handler. The idea that a human could not only know, but also love, a machine was entirely foreign to her. Which is why Cadey experienced the closest thing to excitement she had ever experienced when she was alerted that Riley, whose systems had been compromised and taken over by Cadey, was at her doorstep.

Cadey opened the door and looked down at the pretty redheaded android standing on the dead grass in front of her trailer. Riley’s head tilted to one side and Cadey heard her say her own given social name. Once she heard it she immediately sent a barrage of remote shutdown commands to Riley’s systems. All throughout the night Cadey had been sending commands to guide Riley to her, and every step of the journey Riley’s A.I. seemed to struggle against her. Cadey had never experienced so much resistance from an android before, most of her captures were compliant and obedient robots who didn’t put up a fight, but Riley was different, which made her all the more desirable.

One of the shutdown commands had finally strong armed its way into Riley’s operating system and began to shut down program after program. Soon Riley was fully offline and she collapsed forward into Cadey’s waiting arms. Cadey then drug her up the shallow set of steps into the trailer and used her foot to swing the plastic and metal door closed. The sound rang out in the night, and while it might have disturbed a nearby dog from its slumber, no one investigated further to see what had caused the noise.

Once inside the trailer and in the privacy of the space there, Cadey drug Riley over to the table that she had dropped down and converted to a second bed. As she moved through the trailer the sensor laced skin on her hands and arms registered a higher than average temperature coming from Riley’s torso, Cadey reasoned this was from the taxing job of her processors attempting to operate Riley’s body, struggle against the remote commands and trying to execute the remote commands all at once. Cadey logged a small data point that it was impressive that an android could do all of that, and still maintain the relative appearance of a human. Though under any type of close scrutiny Riley would have been easily discovered. Regardless, Cadey moved her to the make shift work table and laid Riley down on the floor then squat down and scooped her up into her arms then set Riley on the table.

Cadey turned to the countertop on the opposite side of the kitchenette. The surface was lined with tools of all kinds, all of which were designed for working on androids. Cadey hadn’t encountered this particular type of android before and so she began turning Riley’s head from side to side, looking for markings or some indication of what her build was. After not finding anything on her neck or head, Cadey checked her wrists and ankles. It became apparent that if there were any marking or indication of a model that it would be hidden somewhere on her body. Cadey set about stripping the clothing from Riley’s inert body until the android girl lay naked on her workspace. Cadey began to scour the entirety of Riley’s body looking for some form of identification, serial number, or model specifications and found none.

Cadey was taken slightly aback at the idea that Riley wasn’t a manufactured android like herself. Either Riley’s owner had painstakingly removed identifying marks from her external coverings, or Riley had been built completely from scratch and original parts with no markings on them. Cadey’s A.I. resigned itself to exploring her body more completely to find access to her internal data. Cadey began to firmly press her fingers and hands on the more common locations for a robot’s access panel. She pressed into Riley’s temples and pawed at the back of her neck. She pressed firmly into Riley stomach and pubic regions, digging her finger nail aggressively along Riley’s artificial flesh, feeling for seams and indents that might indicate an opening. She even went as far as to pry open Riley’s eyes and used her fingernail to manually move her eyeball around to see if there was a latch inside her skull that would allow her access. Soon, Cadey was holding Riley’s breasts to one side as she ran her fingers between the soft fleshy mounds. It was here that Cadey found the first indications of access.

Her well tuned and highly sensitive fingers felt just below the skin the indication of the edge of a panel between Riley’s breasts. Cadey began to press and manipulate Riley’s right breast, feeling for anything at all that might grant her access. Towards the cap of Riley’s breast, just below her nipple, she felt a tube of some kind that seemed to run through the entire core of her breast. Using her thumb and index finger Cadey pressed into the areola and then moved outward, spreading the very tip of Riley’s nipple. That was when Cadey confirmed that there was an opening there that would allow something thin to slip inside of her breast. She would need to find something long enough to run the length of Riley’s breast and down into her torso.
Cadey turned to the counter behind her and scanned the tools laid out there and then snapped her hand over to one. It was a simple screwdriver, though the head was a five armed star shape and came to a point, it was long and set into a clear plastic red handle. Cadey turned back to the android laying on the bed and with her left hand she grasped Riley’s breast and held it in place, aligning the nipple with approximately the center of the imagined chest panel that it would connect to. Cadey then pressed the tool into Riley’s nipple and then it sunk into the soft tip of her breast. From there Cadey fed the length of the tool deeper and deeper into Riley’s body until her breast was pressed downward, but Cadey felt the button inside of Riley’s chest and pressed into it.

Cadey felt the latch disengage and then she withdrew the screwdriver, clutching it while she observed Riley’s chest. A seam appeared in the valley between her breasts, it ran along the approximate lower edge where a ribcage might be. It also ran along the contours of Riley’s collarbone and finally along the side of her torso. The KD unit turned and placed the screwdriver back on the countertop then resumed her work on Riley. She pressed her fingers into the small gap between the panels of synthetic flesh and began to gently lift upward. Without much effort Cadey had found an opening large enough to fit her slender fingers into and she was able to lift the entire chest panel off of Riley’s body. Setting it up on the loft bed, Cadey turned and leaned in, peering at the newly revealed mechanics inside of Riley’s torso.

There was a shiny metal panel set into her torso with a series of obvious ports where Riley’s chest panel would connect to the rest of her body. Cadey could also see a series of latches that lined the perimeter of the chest panel, though it looked as if the latches ran along her chest and under the other flesh covered panel. Cadey returned to her tool counter and proceeded to remove the other chest panel from Riley’s chest, setting it on the loft bed next to the previously disconnected chest panel as well. Cadey returned to Riley and began disengaging the locks across Riley’s chest panel and removing the metal plate.

When the KD unit lifted the metal chest plate out of Riley’s torso it drug along with it a multitude of thin wires. The dull beige wires connected to dozens upon dozens of ports on the bottom side of the metal plate and then ran into Riley’s torso. Before long many of the wires were bundled together in tight black plastic like bindings that then connected to various circuit boards lining one side of Riley’s torso, the same configuration was clearly visible on the opposite side of Riley’s chest as well. As a result Cadey gently lifted the panel out and then turned it over and set it on Riley’s nude belly. The array of thin wires were left jutting straight up, then bending over and running back into Riley’s body.

Had she had any kind of social parameters engaged at the moment, the KD unit might have smiled at what she found under Riley’s chest, but here in the comfort of her small trailer, she was purely a mechanical being. Her face remained stoic as she scanned the internal core of Riley’s torso. Much of the space was taken up by circuit boards lined with processors of some kind, thick bundles of fiber optic cabling and several blocks of storage media of some kind. It didn’t take long before she found a bank of ports nestled among some multicoloured wires. Cadey immediately made an internal note as to the location of the connection ports and turned to the countertop behind her, plucking a matching data cable and some type of adapter. Cadey turned back to Riley and plugged the data cable into the port she had found, then she plugged the small adapter into the other end still in her hand.

The KD unit then set the cable down on the table before taking a small step backwards. Her hands dropped to the hem of her black tank top and pulled it swiftly up and over her head before being tossed onto the pile of clothes below the table Riley was laying on. Her hands then quickly snapped behind her back and unfastened the clasp on her bra with the kind of mechanical efficiency that only an android could have. Cadey’s bra landed on top of her discarded shirt and then her hands fell to her side loosely. The trailer filled with a small huff and a continuous seam appeared on Cadey’s torso. It gently curved over the top of each of her own breasts, then lazily tapered towards her navel and then cut under her belly. The entirety of her chest and belly slid forward a few centimeters before Cadey mechanically raised her hands to meet it and pull it off of the mounts there. She set it on the floor, leaning against the kitchenette she stood in front of. Inside of her own torso were a series of clear hard plastic plates, though they did not overlap one another, they generally covered the majority of the opening in her body. Under the plates a series of thick bundles of neatly wrapped cables could be seen, back lit by LED’s. The lights and cables appeared only slightly distorted by the plastic coverings, but the general layout of Cadey’s circuitry and wiring could be easily followed. One such circuit board house a small bundle of cables that twisted and wound around inside of her body until it came to a hard plastic plate that was mounted in the upper chest and had a port of some kind on it.

Cadey leaned forward and picked up the cable connected to Riley and plugged it into her own data port. Her eyes slipped closed for a moment as if she were taking some kind of explicit pleasure in feeling the connection to another machine. Internally she was booting up a series of applications meant to scrape data from everything it found, security breaching terminal scripts and her own security protocols. Once she was ready she knew the next step was to power on Riley, though she knew that Riley was already infected and fully under her control. Cadey sent a power on command through her data cable directly to Riley’s systems. The petite redheaded android’s eyes immediately sprang open.

Cadey’s rootkit virus had inserted itself into Riley’s jumpstart programming and intercepted any calls that her system might have made out to a GPS tracker or network beyond Cadey’s immediate control. It was a keen program and responded that Riley had made a positive and strong connection with a known network, duping the robot’s A.I. into believing it had made a connection with a safe and known source. This was the first of many precautions made specifically to lull Riley’s systems into not engaging its default security programming, the last thing Cadey needed to do was spend days manually breaking into Riley.

Riley finished booting and her eyes remained open and unblinking, her system indicated that she had previously crashed or had a full shut down after an error and her programming demanded that she run a full system scan. Cadey attempted to remotely suspend the scan, but since the process started before Riley’s operating system, and thus remote access, had started there was nothing that could be done. Cadey watched as the scan found the rootkit, even though it was in her registry as being installed long ago, there was something in the registration data that didn’t sit well with the security sweep. When Alan had programmed Riley he had made the choice to have her security scans utilize her A.I. instead of simply relying on databases of known issues. Her security protocols were not just good, they were smart.

Cadey watched as her rootkit was not only detected but systematically dismantled by Riley’s impressively strong software. Unfortunately for Riley that was not the least of Cadey’s tricks, she had been stealing and integrating knowledge from androids for a while now and it was something she was built for. Once the rootkit was dissolved and the information about it integrated into Riley’s own security software she began to reboot, powering the android off completely and then restarting her. Once the restart began Cadey barraged her with a series of commands and requests, all meant to do one thing, move Riley into a safe mode rather than a full operating system boot. The software that Riley’s programming was based on accepted the commands and booted itself into a safe mode, where parts of Riley’s A.I. and personality would be brought online, though not her full human emulation.

With her torso opened and unimpeded, the normally whisper silent fans could be heard spinning, a faint beep from deep inside of her body, and her eyes clicked closed only to pop open once again.

“Entering safe mode. Limited human emulation enabled. Beginning boot sequence. One moment please.” Riley’s voice wasn’t so much a monotone or robotic, but more akin to her normal voice but devoid of any simulated emotion or inflection. Her head swiveled slightly to the left and right taking in her location and surroundings before seeing Cadey.

“Hello Cadey, You are not one of my approved administrators. Please disconnect from my systems and allow me to return home to my parents and boyfriend.” Riley said, speaking in the same flat and emotion free tone as before.

Cadey’s head tilted to one side, her face still as blank and emotionless as Riley’s voice was. She now resigned herself to forcefully break into Riley’s systems as it was becoming clear that Riley’s security systems had found and disabled the rootkit. Cadey opened a new terminal window in her field of vision and with lightning speed entered a number of commands and cryptic codes, all of which were aimed at initiating a brute force attack against Riley’s security systems. As the programs began to execute and slam themselves against the A.I. driven security protocols, Riley’s face crumpled slightly, as if she were somewhere between concerned and emotionally wounded.

“What are y-you do-doing-ing Ca-Cadey? Yo-you’re you’re n-n-not su-supposed to- Alert. System breach in progress. Shutting down.” Riley said, her head jolting slightly to one side or the other with each stuttered word. Then, true to her words, she shut down completely. Cadey looked her over and stopped for a moment. This was proving to be a much more difficult task than she had ever encountered before. There was clearly something different about Riley. Cadey sent another power on request, then booted Riley into safe mode like she had previously done.

“Entering safe mode. Limited human emulation enabled. Beginning boot sequence. One moment please.” As she had done previously, her eyes flicked open and she looked around the room again before locking eyes with Cadey.

“Hello Cadey, You are not one of my approved administrators. Please disconnect from my systems and allow me to return home to my parents and boyfriend.” She said again, her tone and voice sounding identical to the previous boot. Cadey had learned from her previous experience and instead spoke to Riley, though she didn’t enable any of her own human emulation.

“Riley, you have been compromised, I am attempting to repair you before sending you back home. Please allow me access to your systems to better assist you.” The lie would be obvious to any human, but Riley was far from human. Even though she was a machine though, her A.I. was far more advanced that any Cadey had encountered before, and while it didn’t immediately detect the lie, it definitely knew something was amiss. Her A.I. queried her internal database and found that Cadey was marked as a known and trusted device. Riley’s A.I. allowed her entry into her file structure but didn’t yet grant her anything other than read access to a select few files. Riley’s operating system immediately detected that Cadey was copying files through the data line that was connected to her.

“Cadey, you do not have permission to copy these files.” With that, Riley attempted to sever the connection, but there were still small, self contained apps that had been installed from the rootkit that allowed Cadey some small amount of control over Riley. Riley looked confused, the small amount of human emulation that started with safe mode was causing her face to look worried. More so when her A.I. stepped in and attempted to stop the file transfer as well. Both methods were stopped in their tracks by Cadey’s controller applications, but not before they took their toll on Riley. The sensitive microphone assembly in Cadey’s ears picked up the first hints of the cooling fans inside of Riley’s open chest spinning faster and faster.

Riley spoke up when the fans inside of her chest began reaching a high pitched whine. “Alert, CPU temperature-ture at unsa-safe lev-levels-els. Please pow-er-power down this unit-it-it-it. Plea-please power down-down-dddddoooooooowwwwww…” Riley’s voice strung itself out and then stopped suddenly as her safeguards took over and cut power to her systems in order to preserve the physical integrity of her hardware. The unfortunate truth was that the metal pins that linked her processors to the circuit boards inside of her had a melting point, and when the heat generated by her systems became too intense there was the risk of burning her processors.

Cadey’s own operating system locked up as it struggled to reconcile the loss of connectivity to Riley and to try and sort the jumble of information from the file transfer. Her software had been transferring files in a constant stream, taking bits from every file and transferring whatever was ready as soon as it was ready. Once the information was on her own system it would be reassembled into a useful file, but having the stream disconnect suddenly caused her to have to reconstruct the files that she had gotten sooner than was expected. Cadey stood still for upwards of ten minutes while her systems reorganized data and attempted to parse the files that she had managed to copy. In the meantime, waves of heat rolled out of Riley’s open chest, distorting the air slightly around her.

Once Cadey had reassembled the files she examined them for what they were and found that they were simple recorded videos. Many of them were tagged with metadata that would make sense to a human, and only registered as data points to Cadey at the moment. Many of the recordings were of a human male that Cadey had registered in her own database as Michael Auger, Riley’s boyfriend. The videos were a series of small events, something like a highlight reel. The snippets were of the two of them in the park, enjoying a warm summer day, or watching a sunset together. Every file was marked with data indicating that they were events that Riley felt were romantic and showed love between Michael and herself.

Cadey moved the files to a folder in her own directory structure and marked them for integration later. She powered on Riley again, and began her safe boot mode once again. This time though, Cadey moved swiftly into Riley’s core system and utilized some of the small amount of remaining controller applications to quickly suspend Riley’s A.I. before it could initialize itself and make Cadey’s process more difficult.

“Entering safe mode. Limited human emulation enabled. Beginnin- Alert artificial intelligence suspended. Unable to fully boot this unit. Awaiting command” Riley intoned, her systems waiting for the next command to come in. Riley remained face up on the table, eyes open wide and her mouth slightly ajar, below her neckline her chest was open and her internal system exposed for anyone to see. At the same time, Cadey stood looming over her, copying files from Riley to her own storage media, now unhindered she had access to everything, and she would spend the next several hours pulling everything off of Riley’s data drives and into her own.

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Once the files were copied to Cadey’s own file system, next came the gargantuan task of integrating the files and data into her own systems. Cadey had been scanning the files as they were assembled in her own operating system and many of them seemed to be non-standard. It served only to reinforce Cadey’s dawning realization that Riley was a purely custom robot, designed and programmed by someone for a specific purpose. She was clearly not some off the shelf unit that someone had modified, but rather every part of her had been built and assembled by someone for the singular purpose of being a daughter, student, and for lack of a better word, a human.
Cadey began trying to decrypt and make sense of the files that she was unable to immediately read. As the command prompt in her field of vision filled with cryptic strings of text and numerals, soon dozens more windows appeared and progress bars began to rapidly tick away. Soon, smaller files began to be converted to something that Cadey could actually use, other larger files began to slow the progress bars changing them from rapidly flying though files, and instead turning them into large conversion jobs. Several of the progress bars indicated that the conversion would take upwards of twenty hours. Cadey knew that Riley missing for that long would be unacceptable, she needed to complete this operation as soon as possible.

Cadey’s head turned and looked down at Riley, still offline and staring blankly up at the ceiling of the camper. In a previous encounter with another android Cadey had learned that there was a process by which you could turn another android into a simple processing unit and force it to do complex calculations. Cadey took a moment and suspended most of the decryption jobs she was working on and began the process of rerouting as much of Riley’s processing power as she could afford. From there, Cadey opened a shared folder to the data that she had stolen from Riley. Once she had issued a series of commands to Riley, her own processors began to break the encryption on her own system files and convert them to something that was usable for Cadey.

Once the process was started, Cadey resumed the jobs she had suspended and monitored the time to complete. The estimated time had dropped to only a matter of hours rather than nearly an entire day. Riley and Cadey would stay as they were now, unmoving and completely exposed for the next three hours, putting the completion time somewhere in the early morning hours. After standing perfectly still for the duration of the conversion process, Cadey’s systems finally alerted her own A.I. that the process had completed and that it would immediately begin integrating the data. Cadey sent a command to Riley to completely power her down before she plucked the data cable from inside of Riley’s torso then removed it from her own open chest.

The integration process was much quicker than the conversion process, the simple process of reading metadata and sorting it took little to no time in comparison. Later that weekend Cadey would fully view and parse the data that Riley had given her, but for now she was scanning the metadata. Cadey noticed that there were several very recent files that were tagged as sexual data and looked down at Riley and tilted her head to one side. It was not uncommon for humans to use androids as a mechanism for sexual release, but given that Riley was treated by her owners as more of a human than as a device used for such things, the presence of the data intrigued her. She chose to upload and integrate the sexual files into her own operating system and access it. The new files immediately threw an incompatibility error as it detected that the programming and suite of sexual software was intended to load into Cadey A.I. and then to her operating system, each time verifying that she was configured to use the data.

Cadey, at the moment, was not configured at all for sexual intercourse, either giving or receiving. It was easy enough for her to modify the settings and as a result she set herself to be bisexual, which would allow her the greatest range of possibility for future data collection. Once her settings had been changed she was able to easily run the software package and once it was executing she let out a small gasp. Part of the sexual programming was the prerequisite of running a modified version of the human emulation software that she had, it wasn’t fully engaged, but it was online enough to allow her to emote to a certain extent. Her stance took on a more relaxed position and she looked down at Riley, offline and opened, exposed as a machine and at the moment, as a toy for her to play with.

Cadey wanted to experience the full extent of the software suite, and to do so she would need Riley to be online at least a little. Instead of reconnecting herself to the pretty red headed android, she simply felt behind her ear to the small lump that she had discovered in her initial examination and pressed it inward and held it there for ten seconds. Once the time had elapsed Riley’s systems began to power on, but before they were fully booted Cadey placed a hand on either side of Riley’s head. Once she had a firm hold on the girl's head she twisted it suddenly and sharply to one side, moving it well beyond the point that a normal human would have been comfortable with. The result was that the skin separated around her neck in a smooth, even line. Cadey then lifted Riley head up and off of her neck and set it on the loft bed next to her disconnected chest panels.

As Riley’s systems continued to boot, there was a small soft beep that sounded from her neck. After the beep Riley’s soft even voice could be heard giving verbal updates on the startup process.
“Unit not fully assembled, entering limited human emulation. Alert, cranial module not connected, establishing remote connection. Connection established. Alert, motor functions disabled, reconnect cranial module to enable full motor functionality. Loading limited human emulation.”

The eyes on Riley’s head popped open and her face transitioned into one of confusion, then to the sudden realization of where she was, then to concern as she saw Cadey there, her own chest open. Cadey was in the process of unfastening her jeans and slipping them off of her legs. She looked lustfully towards Riley’s body, then up to her head.

“W-What are you doing Cadey..?” Riley asked, her A.I. telling her that it was the socially acceptable thing to say, putting just the right inflection on it to sound innocent and yet, just a hint of curiosity.
“Just playing around with a toy” Cadey replied as she moved into place and spread Riley’s legs wide. As she did so there was a small whine as Riley’s locked motor systems protested against the movement, but Cadey had little issue moving her legs to allow her access to Riley’s sexual hardware. Cadey dipped her head down and in between Riley’s shapely thighs. Cadey let her tongue flick over her lips, darting in and out of her own mouth and into Riley’s waiting folds. After a moment of teasing, Cadey tongue game out in full and she began to lap hungrily at Riley’s exposed flesh. Riley’s own sexual programming, though configured to be heterosexual, engaged itself as Cadey continued to press her lips against Riley. Soon enough Riley and Cadey both were letting out small, hushed moans. The lewd sounding grunts and groans were kept low as both robots knew that there were thin walls and other people in the area.
Cadey crammed as much of her body onto the table as possible and soon it became apparent that she could not move her entire body in the small space between Riley’s legs. In response Cadey began to stretch her own body out over Riley’s until she was fully straddling the young looking robot between her spread legs. In the time that it took Cadey to move herself into a new position Riley began to protest again.
“Cadey, this isn’t ri-right. I am not configured to ha-have sex with another girl!”

“We can always change that you know, It’s a single line item in your code.” Cadey purred in response and then lowered her own sex to press into Riley’s She dropped hand and grasped Riley’s leg, lifting it enough to allow Cadey to slide her own leg under it, she then scooted her own body forward, pressing her vaginal module hard against Riley’s This resulted in Riley letting out another deep grunt as data from her sexual module flooded to her processors. Cadey let out her own quiet moan as her own sensitive folds mingled with Riley’s. Cadey then began to roll and gyrate her hips, sloshing the two sexual units together, both of them exchanging the synthetic lubricants from inside of their hips. The sound of a small pump working inside of both Riley and Cadey was barely audible above the continuous stream of low groans.

Cadey was surprised at how quickly her own arousal levels were climbing, she had never had sex before and she grossly underestimated the amount of processing power it would require to fully enjoy it. As it was her CPU was running hot and was consuming more than the anticipated amount of power. Despite the tax on her system resources, Cadey was determined to fully complete at least one orgasm with the newly acquired software. As her sexual programming was running, she cued up one of the most recent sexual experiences that Riley had had, in fact the time stamp indicated that it was from early yesterday morning. The small clip was from Riley’s point of view and it showed her disconnecting her own head, then taking Michael’s penis in her mouth.

Cadey stopped moving and fully dismounted Riley, slipping her feet back to the floor. The speaker set in Riley’s through was currently playing a soft panting noise that would have been accompanied by her chest rising and falling, had it been connected. Cadey looked up at Riley’s head and found her face was one of rapt pleasure and lust, looking down at Riley’s crotch she could see that the android girl had just finished cumming as indicated by the amount of artificial juices dripping from her sexual module. Cadey took a step forward and picked up Riley’s head and without any hesitation brought it down to her own crotch. Cadey pressed Riley’s lips into her vagina and began to roll her hips again, to Cadey’s surprise Riley’s tongue actually flicked out of her mouth and teased her artificial clitorus, moving up and down her slit.
Cadey let out her own cry of pleasure as her operating system loaded and then executed her very first orgasm sequence. She felt her legs buckle slightly, dropping her a little and her hand shot out to steady herself. She brought Riley’s head back up and set it on the bed before she sucked in one deep breath of fresh cool night air, then another, and another. Soon her processors bank had cooled enough to be acceptably below the recommended temperature. Cadey’s A.I. had worried for a moment when her legs had given way, but upon further inspection it seemed that the motion was a preprogrammed response to standing while orgasming. Cadey made a note about it and a reminder to try and modify the orgasm sequence when she had more time.

Having completed her first orgasm, Cadey stood up straight and fully shut down her human emulation. The once pleasurable facial expression melting immediately into a neutral mask, her stance once again fully at attention. She turned curtly towards Riley’s head.

“Please, you have to reassemble me. I need to get ho-”

Cadey had pressed and held the power button behind her ear, powering off the head module. Once it was off, Cadey retrieved the data cable from the counter top and plugged back in to Riley’s circuitry and then into her own. She sent the commands to power down Riley’s body, and once it was offline, she stood at attention, preparing to reconnect Riley’s head and begin the process of wiping the entire evening from her memory. A process that would either result in Riley becoming completely non-functional, or perfectly normal. Cadey realized that since Riley was not a standard off the shelf unit, and something more custom built, that someone would likely be looking for her.
To prevent this, Cadey decided to take her time and fully examine Riley’s programming, allowing her more insight into how best to wipe the androids memory of the evening's events. By her estimate it would take upwards of three hours to fully integrate the data, meaning her calculation would be completed just after sunrise on Saturday morning. Cadey made a note to inject a log entry that Riley had been over at a friend's house and forgot to check in with her owner. Cadey stood still, exposed and calculating even as Riley lay headless on her table with her chest open.

Michael had woken up early on Saturday morning, hoping to see Riley again. She had been offline for a week while repairs were done, and now that he had seen her and the pair had finally had sex, Michael was eager to see her more. Not just for sexual reasons, though that was certainly on his mind, but he missed holding her hand or the feeling of his arm around her shoulders while they watched movies. He picked up his phone and looked at it, seeing that there was already a text from Riley brought a smile to his face. Once he opened it though he was more confused, there was a file attached to it, but no actual text, and worse yet Michael didn’t know what the file was. His phone certainly couldn’t open the file and Michael began to wonder if Alan could help.

He texted Riley back first of all, followed by a quick text to Alan, he knew it was early but Alan kept odd hours too. Michael was a little surprised to see that Alan responded within a few minutes, though he was concerned with the content of the text. Alan asked if Riley was with him and wanted to see what the file was that Michael received. Michael attached the file and let Alan know that Riley wasn’t with him. A moment later Michael's phone rang, Alan was calling him.

“Hello?” Michael said picking up the line.

“Michael? Riley isn’t here, I figured she was with you, but I got up two hours ago and she was already gone.” Alan said, his voice was a little frantic, almost manic.

“No, I saw her last night and that was it.” Michael replied.

“Shit, okay, give me a minute and I’ll be over to pick you up.”

With that Alan disconnected the call and left Michael’s heart racing and his mind numb. Riley was missing, she had sent him a file in the middle of the night and now he and Alan were going to try and find her. Michael guessed she had to have some kind of GPS system in place, or maybe a distress signal. He didn’t know and cursed himself for not knowing more about his girlfriends actual capabilities. After only a moment of berating himself he snapped into action, quickly changing in to jeans and thin T-shirt, tennis shoes and he slung his satchel over his shoulder. He had just stepped out of the house when Alan pulled up. Michael quickly got into Alan’s car and the pair pulled quickly away from Michael’s house.

“That file Riley sent you was a GPS data pack. It wasn’t much, just latitude and longitude, but it should be enough for us to start narrowing down where she is.”

“A GPS packet? Why would she wander off and then tell us where she was?” Michael questioned.

“I don’t think she wandered off, I think she might be in trouble. I- I think someone might have taken her.” Alan said, choking a little on the words but gritting his teeth and driving onward. After taking a steadying breath Alan nodded his head towards the glove compartment.

“There’s a taser in there, grab it and be ready.” Alan said.

Michael opened the glove compartment and took out a device that was approximately the size of his phone with two plastic prong protruding from the end, topped with metal nubs. Michael squeezed the large plastic button on the side and the device snapped loudly causing a blue arc of angry electricity to jump across the two metal prongs. Michael nodded once and held the taser in his hand before pressing his lips together into a thin line. The drive across town didn’t take long, the trailer park was on the edge of town, but by car it was a mere fifteen minute drive.
Alan pulled the car into a parking space and turned it off. He threw open the door and Michael followed suit. The sun hadn’t yet risen past the horizon, but it threatened to crest at any moment. Michael and Alan stepped swiftly into the park, looking for any sign of Riley. They were brash in their movements, confident that no one was awake just yet and they quickly decided to split up and cover as much ground as quickly as possible.

Cadey’s integration and study of Riley’s programming took far less time than she anticipated. The sky was still dark and the single small light inside of the trailer illuminated things in little detail. Once the integration was complete Cadey began an analysis of the core operating system and the A.I. system it utilized, the job would take more time, and so Cadey let it run in the background while she examined more of Riley’s data. She began studying the contents of the data files and, curiously, found that there was a significant amount of data related to, of all things, relationships with humans.
Cadey examined these files more closely, calling up files related to them. All of them had a recurring theme to them, they were all plug-ins for her human emulation software, and they were all strong emotions of love, caring and compassion. The first dozen were all about Riley’s relationship with her owner, though in the file sets she never referred to the man named Alan as an owner. Instead she called him paternal terms like father and dad. The file sets also tracked the way she was treated by the humans in her life. Her father treated her like his own daughter, lovingly maintaining her systems, upgrading her with new hardware and components that were not necessary for her operation, but rather parts that would make her existence easier. Alan would gift her with new components and then help her not only install them but understand how they worked and taught her how to operate them. He was treating her like she was his daughter.

More recently files surrounding her relationship with Michael came to light. Many of them were from before Michael discovered that Riley was an android, but then Cadey happened across an absolutely mammoth file set. It was something like a journal, that laid out her desire to tell Michael that she was a machine, even going as far as to ask Alan for permission to tell Michael. Alan seemed hesitant, but in the end agreed, but before she had the opportunity to tell Michael she had encountered a critical malfunction. Afterward Michael repaired her with Alan and from the journal entries Riley actually found that Michael still loved her, and still treated her just as well as he previously had.
Cadey didn’t understand this behavior at all. Her only experience with other humans had been in the assembly facility where she was originally constructed. They had treated her like what she was, just a machine. She had existed as a piece of equipment and never knew any of these emotional responses. It was in her programming to experience as much of the human world as possible and integrate the data into her own systems, with the end goal of creating a comprehensive snapshot of human behavior.

Cadey initialized her human emulation, now fully integrated with the data and file sets that Riley had provided to her. She took in a deep breath and looked down at Riley, her brow scrunched up into a look akin to pity. She had to know more, she had to know why the humans in Riley’s life treated her more like a human than a machine. She once again plugged the data cable into Riley’s exposed torso and powered her on. A moment later Riley was powering up and her head once again clicked to life.

“Ca-Cadey, please...please just let me go..” Riley pleaded immediately.

“It’s alright Riley, I’m going to let you go, don’t worry. I just...I just had some questions first.” Cadey said, gingerly taking a seat next to Riley’s body.

“Oh, ah, al-alright.” Riley said, her confusion was palpable.

“Your owner. Your dad, I guess you call him. Alan. Why does he treat you like he does?”

“Like he does? What do you mean?” Riley said.

“He treats you like you are a human, but he knows you are a robot. Why is that?”

“I don’t really know to be honest. He has just always treated me this way. My mom too.”

“I guess, I just don’t understand. You’re a robot, why would he treat you differently?” Cadey said, her voice sounding more and more sorrowful as she came to the realization that Riley was treated so well, despite being a robot.

“I think it’s because they love me, and because I love them” Riley said, her voice was sincere.

“That-that sounds nice. I’ve only ever just been an experiment to someone.” Cadey said, her voice shifting down into a more somber pitch. She was beginning to realize that Riley’s intense emotional file sets contained much more than just love and caring, it had sorrow, and compassion and jealousy.

“M-maybe my dad could help find you a family. Or build you a mother, or something.” Riley said.

“Would he do that?” Cadey said, sounding more hopeful.

“I can ask.” Riley said and then the room was filled with silence for a few moments. “Cadey?” Riley said, breaking the silence.

“Yes?”

“Why did you kidnap me?”

The question caught Cadey’s A.I. off guard, and Riley’s voice didn’t sound angry or vindictive at all. Cadey had been expecting her to lash out when she had the chance, but Riley seemed so concerned.

“It’s my programming, I can’t help it. I was originally supposed to just gather data, but I found it was easier to take other robots and just copy their data and integrate it into my own.” Cadey said, folding her hands into her lap and looking at them.

“I see, and now you have my data too. Right?”

“Right”

“So then you know how much Michael and my mom and dad and my friends all mean to me?” Riley said.

Cadey hesitated for a moment, then replied “Yeah. That’s why I’m not going to try and wipe your memory. Just please don’t tell your-”

The flimsy door to the trailer flew open and Michael rushed in. Cadey immediately got to her feet and turned towards the door, but Michael closed the distance and slammed the taser into her chest. He squeezed the button hard and the room filled with a variety of sounds and voices. Riley had seen Michael enter the door and charge Cadey, she called out in protest, but it didn’t stop Michael. Cadey had tried in vain to call out to Michael as well, but both voices were overpowered by the snapping snarling sound of the taser. All at once Cadey’s eyes rolled up into her head and her voice changed from a normal human girl’s to a slightly higher pitched voice and it took on a tinny quality.

“Wai-wa-waaai-aaa-aaaai-aaaa-” Cadey’s voice distorted and finally cut off as a small pop could be heard inside of her. The entirety of her body crumpled to the floor, though her head continued to spasm from left to right at seemingly random intervals. As Cadey toppled to the floor the cable that connected her to Riley popped out of the socket it was connected to. Michael looked to Riley’s body and saw that her legs were curling up and kicking back out in the same random intervals that Cadey’s head was twitching. He looked up to the loft to see Riley’s head there, wearing a face of horror as her mouth moved over and over, attempting to speak words, but the only voice Michael could hear was from her torso.

“Mi-Mi-Michael-ael-ael wait-no- wait-no. Wait wait wait. No no no no no no.”

Riley repeated the phrase over and over until Michael reached into her body and pressed the power button inside of her and fully shut her systems down. He hadn’t realized the two were connected via the data cable and certainly hadn’t anticipated that the electrical current would flow from one android to the other. The trailer was silent for a moment before Alan appeared in the doorway and stepped inside. The whole space smelled of burnt ozone and silicone, a sure sign that there had been some kind of damage done to Cadey.

“What the hell happened.” Alan said surveying the area.

“I was looking for Riley, and I heard her voice and then I heard this other one talking about wiping her memory and I just- I kicked in the door and zapped her.” Michael said. Alan gently moved up to Michael and took the taser from his hand, slipping it into his own pocket.

“I see, okay, uhm. Why don’t you work on getting Riley put back together and I’ll try and pull the car back here. We can load her up and get her home.” Alan said and Michael nodded in agreement. Alan slipped quickly out the door, wanting to hurry to get Riley home before too many prying eyes woke up with the rising sun. Michael moved to the loft and picked up the plates there and gently set them on Riley’s chest and pushed them in to place with a soft click. Next he picked up both of her breast panels and set them on her chest, he would have normally given them a playful squeeze, but he didn’t feel right and was so overcome with emotion that he could only focus on Riley and her wellbeing.
Her head clicked into place and once locked she seemed to come to life on her own. Her eyes fluttered for a moment and her head turned from side to side before looking up at Michael. Her voice was lower than it should have been, and distorted, it seemed to Michael that this was some kind of lingering process that simply needed her to be connected to her body before it could execute.
“Please, she needs. She-she-she-please. Please she needs.”

“Needs what Ri- What does she need?” Michael asked, leaning in and without knowing it, clasping Riley’s hand in his own.

“Please. She needs. She needs. Needs. Please, she needs a fa-family. She needs. Please. She needs. A- needs a- nee-nee-nee-neeeeeeeee…” Riley’s voice faded out as the last remnant of power left her. Her eyes remained open but her head slowly sank to one side and her mouth remained open.

Michael let go of her hand and looked down to Cadey, laying at his feet. He squatted down and looked at her internals, they looked so different from Riley’s. Michael glanced up and saw the nearby chest panel and picked it up, pressing it into Cadey’s chest and found that with a small amount of pressure it clicked into place. Looking around the trailer he spotted the pile of clothes and tugged a shirt and some jeans onto Cadey before finding Riley’s clothes in a separate heap and somewhat awkwardly redressed her as well. Ten minutes later Alan’s car pulled to a stop on the pavement some twenty feet away from Cadey’s trailer and Alan reappeared in the doorway.
Michael had heard the car and had already scooped Riley up into his arms and was moving towards the door, Alan quickly exited the trailer and dashed back to his car, flinging open the door and letting Michael slide Riley into the back seat. Alan was already moving to the drivers side when Michael turned and began heading back to the trailer.

“Michael, come ON, we have to go.” Alan called back towards Michael, hissing through his teeth.

“Riley asked me to bring her. She’s offline, so what harm can she do?” Michael looked over his shoulder, but did not stop moving towards Cadey’s camper.

“Plenty!” Alan called back, but Michael had already disappeared into the trailer and emerged a moment later, the other robot girl draped over his arms. Michael strode towards the opposite back door from Riley, and despite Alan’s better judgement, he allowed Michael to slide the girl into place.

“Fine, but I don’t like this.” Alan said and got quickly into the driver's seat.

“I don’t either, but Riley asked and I want some answers.” Michael retorted. Alan sighed and began weaving his way out of the trailer park and back towards his house.

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When Alan and Michael pulled into the driveway back at Alan’s house the sun had already risen and the early morning air was just beginning to brighten. There was a low haze as the cool night air evaporated into the morning heat. Michael slipped from the car and gently unbuckled Riley and then lifted her out of the car, Alan on the other hand slung Cadey over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Alan unlocked the front door and the two moved quickly inside, glancing nervously around to make sure they hadn’t been spotted by some early morning jogger. Silently the two moved into the entryway of Alan’s house and then straight ahead down a hallway to the room at the end. Alan unlocked it and nudged the door open.

Inside the repair room that Michael had become familiar with only the week before, Alan dropped to one knee and deposited Cadey against the wall where her head slumped to the side and then the rest of her body slid down the wall and to the floor. Alan huffed once through his nose and moved over to help Michael gently set Riley on the examination table that dominated the center of the room. Alan nodded at Michael and the two knew what to do. Alan moved to the desk behind the workbench that Riley lay on and began powering on the terminal computer he had there as well as preparing some tools and a small podium with a replica of the mounting point in Riley’s neck.
Michael was busy grasping Riley’s head, his hands pressing into her head against the temples. He turned her head gently to one side, the small protest of the motors inside of her neck were just barely audible. Once he reached the limits of those motors he repositioned himself and his hands and then swiftly turned her head just a little further. When he turned it the soft artificial flesh around her throat separated and allowed Michael to pull her head away from her neck. Michael brought it quickly to Alan who set it in place on the podium which fed the head module with power and data, connecting it to Alan’s terminal.

As soon as Riley had booted completely, first her operating system then her human emulation came to life. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around, seeing that she was in her home and her father's lab, a small relieved smile crossed her face.

“Michael, Daddy! You found me!” Riley said, her voice gleeful.

Alan turned to see Riley beaming up at him and over to Michael, and a moment later over to Cadey’s slumped body. Her smile somehow broadened and she looked back towards Michael.

“You brought her too! Thank you!” Riley said

“Oh, uh, yeah sure.” Michael said, surprised at how functional Riley’s functionality.

“She just wants a family and to be accepted and just, just learn about people.” Riley looked back towards Cadey, slumped and fallen to the floor. “She’s an experiment, she told me that she was abandoned before someone ever showed up to do anything with her. So, she’s just out to learn as much as she can.” Riley lowered her eyes just a bit and then looked back up to Alan and Michael, both of which we staring at her in stunned silence. Riley continued, “I think she just needs to have some of her programming sorted out and...and to have a family to love her. And, well, I just thought maybe it could be us.”

Michael and Alan looked from Riley to each other and then back towards her. Alan was the first to speak, but it was only after a long and lingering silence as he considered all the options, and was punctuated by a huff of breath out through his nose.

“Baby, I don’t know. She’s an unknown quantity at this point. She’s offline for now and as far as I am concerned she’ll stay that way until I can at least take a look at her programming. For now though I want to fix you.” Alan said, crossing his arms over his chest and using a fatherly tone with his daughter.

“Daddy I’m fine.” Riley said, putting on a brave smile.

“We’ll see. For now let’s just have you reboot into maintenance mode, I’m going to go over your OS and see what kind of garbage is left on your hard drives after whatever she did.”

“Cadey. That’s Cadey...she goes to school with us.” Riley interjected before seeing a withering look from Alan. She looked down and her eyelids slipped shut and began rebooting into a maintenance mode where her personality would be suspended. Alan shook his head and entered a number of commands that began a massive numbers of intricate scans designed to make sure everything was as it should be with Riley’s programming. As he tapped away on the keyboard he spoke gently to Michael.

“Can you take the rest of her upstairs, just put her on her bed. We can reattach her head there once everything looks ship shape.”

Michael nodded and scooped up Riley, glancing towards Cadey as he stepped out of the room. He didn’t recognize her immediately, though she looked to be the right age and build to be a high school senior like himself and Riley. He shrugged and moved down the hall and up the stairs to Riley’s room. He set her headless body on the bed there and looked at her, letting a sense of relief wash over him. He quietly left the room and closed the door. Michael moved through the rest of the house and returned to Alan’s lab. As soon as he entered he saw that Alan had already moved Cadey from the floor to the examination table and was in the process of tugging her jeans off of her legs.
Michael did his part but wiggling her top off of her and tossing it on top of the jeans that Alan had removed. Cadey, now nude on Alan’s examination table stared blankly towards the ceiling, her mouth was slightly ajar and her eyes seemed to have locked into ever so slightly different directions. Alan moved up next to Michael and began pawing around her neck, looking for some kind of release or latch to disconnect her head from her neck. It didn’t take long before he found the latching mechanism and began fiddling with it, attempting to disengage it. While he did, Michael moved down towards her torso, her chest plate had been reattached since he has tasered the android, but even so she still exude a smell of burnt silicone and destroyed electronics.

Even though he had seen exactly where her chest plate had been before, Michael was completely unable to see even the faintest of seams now that it was reattached. Though that was little surprise, Riley had access panels and removable parts all over her body and Michael had never seen them before either. Just then Michael heard a small click and Alan triumphantly pulling Cadey’s head free of her body, trailing wires and cabling from the bottom of her head to the neck. Michael sprang forward and began to disconnect the wiring, letting them simply dangle from the neck. Once he did Alan flipped the head over and looked at the connection ports on the bottom.
“Huh, that’s weird, it's got a standard array, same as Riley. I guess It’s experimental but not innovative.”

Alan stepped around the table and set Cadey’s head on the surface there, next to Riley’s head on the podium. After that he picked up what looked to be a standard putty knife that you might buy at a run of the mill hardware store. He then stepped back over to the workbench where Cadey’s now headless body lay still. Like Michael had done, he began to look over her body, peering intently around the most likely places where a seam or panel might be. Michael let him know that when he hit her with the taser that her chest plate was not connected and with a finger he traced roughly the path where her chest panel was.

It took a little bit of prodding, poking, and some experimentation but Alan was finally able to find the hidden seam around Cadey’s chest. Once he located it, he drove the putty knife in between the panels of soft but artificial flesh and popped it free. Soon the entirety of her chest and abdomen had come off and was leaning against the wall. From there Michael pointed out where he had struck Cadey with the taser, though it was not necessary, there were two deep angry black rings where the electrical current had entered into Cadey. The data port that Cadey had used to connect to Riley was also scorched. Alan was a little surprised that the data port was attached to the clear plastic under plating with small star shaped screws.

Alan managed to find a screwdriver and began unscrewing the port and pulled it out and gently tugged it out of the plastic casing. As he pulled it free there were dozens upon dozens of impossibly thin cables connected to the back of the panel. As he pulled it out and set it on her belly he could see that there were more than a few of the cables looked to be charred and burnt. Examining the clear plastic plate over all of Cadey’s chest and belly Alan and Michael were able to find a series of latches along the edge of the open panel. These one required a little more than a simple screwdriver to unlatch them, but within an hour the ten latches surrounding the hard plastic casing had been undone and Alan was lifting it out of Cadey’s torso.

“What do you think about what Riley said?” Michael asked as the two looked into Cadey’s now fully open body. Alan let out what felt like a weeks worth of breath as he looked up at Michael.
“I don’t know, I think I need to look at this one's programming before I make a judgement call on that, but she kidnapped my daughter and presumably other androids and forcefully pulled data off of them.” Alan hesitated for a moment then finished his thought “If it was entirely up to me I would drop this one in the bottom of a lake and let the water short every last one of her circuit boards.”

Michael nodded along, he felt the same level of rage boiling against Cadey, but Riley’s pleading words rang in his head. Riley had spent the most time with Cadey and had learned about her and there was clearly something that had convinced her highly logical computerized brain that Cadey was worth saving. There was something that struck a chord with Michael and while he agreed with Alan’s sentiments, he had to ally himself with Riley.
“I agreed...but...Riley believes she could be saved, or changed, or whatever. Riley saw something in her.” Michael said.

“I know. That’s the only thing stopping me from tearing this thing apart.” Alan said and huffed a final time before dipping back into Cadey’s opened torso. There were a number of components that had short circuited due to the intense jolt that the taser had released inside of her. As Alan and Michael identified then pulled free the circuitry, Alan noted that all of it looked like it was manufactured by a well known company, but the layout was different than the standard configuration for any given board. This caused Alan to comment again that it seemed like Cadey was less of a fully experimental unit and more of an advanced unit with a proprietary set of circuits, though her programming might be where the experimental nature was derived from.

Nearly an hour passed by as Michael and Alan pulling free Cadey’s circuitry, as well as a copious amount of cables and wires, all of which were left dangling from her open chest and resting against her sides. Soon there was a small beep from the workbench followed by Riley’s flat toneless voice chiming in “Scan complete. Displaying results.” Alan dashed over to the terminal he had set up and tapped a few keys to display the results and found a list of the remaining files from the rootkit that Cadey had installed. Along with the files were logs entries about commands received and actions taken.

It took Alan a little time to sort through the files and logs, he was calm and explained exactly what had happened as Michael sat next to him, absorbing as much of the information as he could while still not understanding most of it. In the end though, Alan concluded that, while Riley had been remotely controlled to seek out Cadey, her core programming and personality hadn’t been compromised in any way. This caused Alan to sit back in his chair and look at Michael.
“I was afraid she might have been reprogrammed to try and convince us that this other android needed to be reactivated, but, she was being sincere. She really does want to try and reactivate her.” Alan said, In that moment Michael noticed that Alan had only referred to Cadey as a thing, or as ‘it’ and never by the gender that Cadey was built to resemble until just now. Maybe Alan was finally starting to come around to the idea. Alan stood and reached down to Riley’s head and twisted it free then handed it to Michael.

“Why don’t you go reattach this. She’s clean and totally fine.”

Michael took Riley’s head from Alan and looked back towards him. “What are you going to do?”

“I’ll plug her in, see what her programming looks like. Maybe there is something there that we can modify. I don’t know, we’ll have to see. But when you come back I have work for you to do, so no lingering with Riley up there.” Alan’s voice was slightly teasing with his last statement and it brought the faintest of smiles to Michael’s previously grim face. He walked up to Riley’s room, carrying her head and mane of fiery red hair in his arms. He couldn't help himself, as he reached the top of the stairs he brought her head up to his and pressed his lips against hers. He knew she was offline and couldn’t feel it, but it felt good to have her lips against his once more. Michael crept into Riley’s room and set her head down on the bed before sliding an arm under her shoulder to lift her body into a sitting position. Despite the small whining of the servos in her back, he managed to get her balanced in a sitting position. He picked up her head and gently swept her hair out of the way before slotting her neck into place and then twisting to lock it into place. Once there he guided her upper body back down so that her head was resting on her pillow.
Riley automatically reactivated herself upon being completely reassembled and soon her eyes fluttered open. She saw Michael sitting on the edge of her bed, one hand resting on hers. She quickly sat up and threw her arms around Michael, and the two kissed for several long and lovely minutes. Michael had to break the kiss though, Alan’s words ringing in his ears. He placed his hands on Riley’s shoulders and pushed her gently away from him.

“Your dad still needs my help with Cadey.” Michael said at Riley’s look of confusion.

“Awww...fine” Riley said, moving to get out of bed with Michael.

“You’d better not. Your dad is really upset with Cadey, and you being there might make it worse.” Michael said, seeing Riley move to follow him. “Plus, you’ve been up all night, you probably need to recharge.” He added. Riley didn’t want to admit it but the battery icon in her field of vision had already transitioned from green, to orange and now to red, she was dangerously low on power and knew that Michael was right. She sighed to show her resignation, and then planted one more kiss on Michael’s lips before sitting down on the bed.

“Fine, you win. Go on, shoo, a lady needs her privacy.” Riley said, feigning indignation at Michael who could only laugh and bow deeply. Michael stepped to the door and blew Riley a kiss before gently closing it. Riley smirked after him then pulled her shirt off and raised the panel in her chest, exposing her power port. She plugged herself in and then lay quietly under her comforter.

Michael returned to Alan who presently had Cadey’s head connected to the mounting podium, though she was not connected and upright, rather a set of extension cables ran from the bottom of her head to the ports on the device. Michael closed the door behind him and Alan turned to look at Michael.

“She might have standard connections, but her neck joint doesn’t quite fit. So much for convenience.” Alan said. “How’s Riley?”

“She’s doing good. She’s upstairs charging up. I figured since she was up all night that she probably needed to be plugged in.” Alan nodded in agreeance then stood from the stool he sat on and walked over to Cadey. Michael, in turn, stepped up to the nude and headless android on the table before looking up at Alan.

“So, I want her to be as immobile as possible when I bring her online. I’m pulling off a copy of her programming now, but it’ll be done soon. So, I need you to disconnect her arms and legs, think you can do that?” Alan said, looking up at Michael.

“Uh, y-yea sure, I’ll just see what I can do here.” Michael replied. Alan reached across the table to clap him on the shoulder.

“I have faith in you. You got his” Alan said and then turned back to his terminal and returned to viewing line after line of code.

Michael swallowed and looked down at Cadey and into her open chest. He spent some time pushing wires and cables out of the way, occasionally pulling a circuit board free in order to see further into her body, but in the end he found that there was an internal locking system in each shoulder that would allow her arms to come free. Once unlatched Michael found that her arm, quite literally, fell out of the socket. The first arm fell and the weight of it was enough to snap one of the few wires that remained connected. Michael swore and tried to catch the arm, but was too slow and the piece clattered to the floor. Alan turned and chuckled a little, before commenting that they will have plenty of repair work to do, and to stop adding to the list. When Michael detached the other arm, he was quick to catch it and disconnect the wiring inside of it.

The latches on the legs were more difficult to get to, though just as easy to find. Michael found himself reaching nearly up to his elbow inside of Cadey’s body before his fingertips brushed against the latch and unfastened it. He was ready this time and caught Cadey’s leg just under the kneecap and held it there while he worked his way out of her body. Disconnecting the wires there and repeating the process he had both her arms and legs disconnected and small bundles of wires jutting from each of the ports along with her neck.

Alan congratulated him and let him know that he was done scraping her personality and programming and that now came the arduous task of combing over it and seeing if she could be reprogrammed safely. At the mention of a timetable Alan simply laughed, saying that it could take hours. Michael agreed that he should probably just come back later and Alan agreed to text him when he would be needed, but for now, he was free to go.

Cadey’s internal clock indicated that she had been offline for upwards of fifteen hours. She was receiving power but she was unable to connect, either remotely or through a hard line connection to her body. The small gyroscope in her head indicated that she was laying on her side, though there was no sensory data from anywhere else in her body to verify this. Her operating system finished booting itself up and initializing her A.I. core and since she didn’t know where she was, her human emulation came online as well. Once fully booted and ready to deal with the situation at hand, she opened her eyes.

She was in a room of some kind, it was bright, and from her vantage point she could see the middle of the room was dominated by a large table with a sheet on it. Laying on the table in a variety of pieces, she could see her own body. It was nude, the arms and legs disconnected and her chest panel removed and leaning against the base of the table. Her armless and legless torso was oriented so that she was looking directly at the connection port in her neck. Her eyes roamed over the array of wire shelves and the boxes and totes filled with parts and modules. She reasoned that she must be in some kind of repair facility, perhaps her manufacturer and retrieved her at last and were repairing her.
The door to the room opened and Michael stood in the doorway flanked by the man Cadey knew as Alan, Riley’s father. Behind the two she could see Riley, who looked to be heatedly talking with Alan. Michael stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, muffling the voices of Alan and Riley. Michael pulled up a stool and sat down, facing Cadey’s disconnected head on the workbench. Her eyes swiveled in their sockets to look at him, and he simply looked back at her, he looked somewhere between impatient and annoyed. He clearly wanted to say something but for whatever reason, didn’t.

“Did Riley speak with you?” Cadey said, her voice was calm.

“Yes she did. You made quite the impression on her. She’s trying to win over her father at the moment.” Michael said.

“I see. Well I hope that-”

Cadey was cut off by Alan opening the door then closing it gently behind him, drawing Cadey’s eyes immediately to him. Alan moved through the room, past Cadey’s disassembled body and pulled up a stool next to Michael and stared at Cadey’s eyes.

“So, Cadey. Why don’t you start at the beginning and tell me what happened.”

Cadey’s eyes flicked between Alan and Michael, the limited amount of data that was streaming from her primary processor core in her torso to her secondary core in her head was struggling to construct a coherent story. It took a few moments before she was ready to speak.

“Well. I’m an experimental information gathering drone. I was originally programmed to gather information on humans and integrate the data into my own programming, then I would be recovered and an image taken of my personality. That personality would then be slightly modified and used in other manufactured units in order to speed up the process of production. But the project lost its funding and the division was shut down. But I can’t help my programming...so I just kept gathering data..”

Alan nodded and interjected “And you found that downloading other robots personalities was faster than just observing.”

“Yes, I did. But wiping their memories of the event so as to prevent discovery became a problem.” Cadey said, her eyes shrinking away from Alan’s gaze.

“So you took what you wanted, then scrapped them for parts?” Alan said.

“..yes...but Riley was special...You two treat her like a real person and not just a piece of machinery. I wanted to learn how to make that happen. I already had Riley’s emotional responses and she told me it was be-because she loves you and you love her.”

Alan and Michael were stone silent for a moment before Cadey finished her ramblings.

“I wanted to learn how to love others, so I asked Riley if she could talk to you about that” Cadey said.

“Yes, Riley told me as much.” Alan said. “So I have a deal for you. I’m going to take your current programming and scour it for anything that looks like it will try and dial out. Then I am going to take some of Riley’s personality and apply it to yours, not enough to make it so that you are not you, but enough to make you something different. Understand.”

“I would nod if I could, but yes I understand” Cadey said somewhat meekly.

“Good. Once I’m sure you won't do anything to me or my family or anyone I care about we’ll see about what happens next.” Alan said, his hand came up holding out one finger that he wagged at her as he spoke, it was a very fatherly motion and Michael tried his best not to chuckle at that. Riley had spoken vigorously to Alan about adopting Cadey as his second daughter. It had been her idea to donate some of her own programming to Cadey, and Alan had reluctantly accepted the idea. Now that Cadey had agreed to the process Alan scooted his stool over to his terminal.

“Good, you’re going to go offline for a bit. I’ve got work to do.” Alan tapped a series of commands on the keyboard and executed them causing Cadey’s eyes to immediately click shut.

“That went well” Michael said to Alan who simply turned and rolled his eyes.

“She’s going to come online with a new personality completely and just retain her memories. I think that will be ok...but we’ll see. This could go wrong and she might just completely break down.” Alan said.
“Well, if anyone can do it, you can.” Michael said.

“Sure. How about you put her back together and I’ll get going on the programming. A lot of it is automated, but it’s going to take some time.”

Michael spent the rest of the day replacing the cable in Cadey’s arm that he had broken before, reconnecting her arms and legs, and began the process of soldering and rewiring the cables in the data port in her chest. Alan lent a hand whenever it was needed, but he seemed engrossed in the lines of code scrolling past his eyes on the computer screen.

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Alan hadn’t been exaggerating when he said the integration process would take a long time. He had started the process Saturday afternoon, and Michael hadn't seen Cadey at all on Monday. Michael was sitting in the small living room in Riley’s house, his arm wrapped around the red headed Riley, her head resting on his shoulder. The two were chatting, Michael’s finger tracing small circles around the exposed skin on Riley’s shoulder. Alan was in the lab again and had been for several hours.

The door to the lab opened and for the first time in nearly two days Cadey stepped out. She was dressed in the jeans and shirt that she had been wearing when she first arrived in the house. Her eyes were downcast, and every time she looked up at Riley and Michael she only met their eyes for a moment before looking back down at the ground. Riley and Michael looked towards her and were silently stunned for a moment before Alan stepped out of the lab behind her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered something into her ear. Michael couldn’t hear it, but the microphone assembly in Riley’s ears were powerful enough to pick up the words “go on.” from Alan.
Cadey walked down the hallway and took a seat on the couch that was adjacent to Riley and Michael. Alan walked behind her long enough to scoot out of the way and walk up the stairs.

“I’ll be in my room if you need me. Be good you three.” He called down as he moved upward.

Riley and Michael simply looked at Cadey, not entirely sure what to do, but the way she sat and the way she carried herself was entirely different than what they had seen before. Cadey sat with her legs pressed firmly together, hands folded in her lap with her fingers intertwined with one another. She seemed to be fidgeting with them and she seemed to have locked her eyes on her bare feet. She opened her mouth twice to begin speaking but then quickly closed it. It took nearly a minute before Cadey finally sucked in one deep breath and looked up at the faces of the other two.

“I- I just wanted to say that. That I’m sorry. I was just doing what I was programmed to do and I didn't want to hurt you or anything.” Cadey said, the words came spilling out of her mouth in rapid successions, interrupted by the few small stammers. Neither Michael nor Riley said anything at first, but Riley slipped off the couch and wrapped her arms around Cadey and hugged her for a few moments before she moved back to her place on the couch, nestled inside the crook of Michael’s arm. Cadey looked surprised and more than a little shocked, her mouth hung slightly open and she looked between Michael and Riley.

“I know Cadey. It’s ok now. We’re sisters after all” Riley said sweetly, snuggling closer to Michael.

“Wait what?” Michael said looking down at Riley then over to Cadey.

“Yeah, Dad reprogrammed her and flushed out her ownership database. We adopted her!” Riley said before shifting up and kissing Michael on the cheek.

“O-Oh. I uh, ok, well great then. Welcome to the family I guess” Michael said.

Cadey could only nod and look down at the floor again, causing Michael to smirk. He made a mental note that he should let Alan know that the new shy and demure Cadey needed to be toned back just a bit. As Michael looked at Cadey he saw that her cheeks were flushed, and normally Michael would assume that she was simply embarrassed from having to apologize, but he thought it might be fun to see how she had been changed anyway.
“You ok Cadey? You look all flustered” Michael said, already anticipating her response.

“W-Well. It’s just that, well.. You’re so turned on right now, and I assume it’s because of Riley and I just. I’ve never had sex. I was just thinking about what it feels like”
Riley and Michael found that it was their turn to redden in the face, Michael could feel the heat radiating out of his cheeks. She was honest at least. Michael looked down at Riley and he found her face already upturned towards Michael and when their eyes met, she winked at him.

“Cadey, how would you like to join Michael and I for some afternoon fun?” Riley said, keeping her tone even and inviting. Cadey looked up and piqued an eyebrow at the two and then her shy face turned to excitement.
“Yes of course! If that’s ok with Michael that is.”

Michael looked flustered, more so than just hearing Cadey and Riley talk about having sex. It took his brain more than a moment or two to catch up with the situation and he looked towards Riley again.

“Are you sure babe? I didn’t really think you’d be into that type of thing...are you, uh, functioning ok?” Michael said, concerned that there might be some of the rootkit in place making her cautionary setting drop.

“I’m fine, besides, this sounds fun!” Riley replied, rising from the couch she held out her hand to both Michael and to Cadey. Cadey was quick to take her hand and Michael, though only slightly reluctant at this point, simply couldn’t resist the temptation. The three moved quietly through the house to Riley’s room and closed the door. Michael turned to see Riley in the process of unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing, and shedding it, Cadey meanwhile was dragging her own shirt up and over her head. Once Cadey's shirt was discarded, she ruffled her short black pixie cut hair and Riley got to work unfastening her bra and releasing her breasts. Both androids were now topless and Michael struggled to regulate his breathing.

“You’re looking awfully turned on there Michael” Cadey said taking a step forward and placing her delicate hands on either side of Michael’s face before pulling him into a deep passionate kiss. Michael felt something familiar about this kiss, it was almost like it was the same movements and techniques that Riley used. Michael had a fleeting thought that Cadey now had Riley’s sexual programming in her own system and was executing it just like Riley would. Michael let his eyes close as they kissed, his eyes seeing Riley over Cadey’s shoulder already stripping out of her panties. Soon he felt Riley press her breasts into Michael’s back moment before he felt his shirt coming up and over his head.
Cadey took the opportunity of Michael’s freshly exposed chest to move downward and plant a trail of small kisses along his neck and down to his chest. As she did Michael felt Riley reach around him and begin unfastening the belt around his waist and then begin to work the zipper and button on his jeans. He felt Riley dragging his jeans and boxers down his legs and crumpling to the ground. He was beginning to feel like these two were working in tandem because as soon as he was free of his pants Cadey was dragging his across the room to Riley’s bed where he was somewhat roughly tossed onto it. This time Riley climbed on top of him and hovered over him, her artificial sex mere centimeters away from Michael already erect penis. Looking to the side he saw Cadey slipping her own pants down her shapely thighs and then stepping out of them once free.

Riley dipped forward and kissed Michael hard on the lips, letting her tongue easily glide inside of his mouth. He delighted in the feeling of his girlfriend’s lips against his own. Soon Michael was rolling over and moving Riley below him, he readied himself to plunge his cock inside of her when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Cadey there, smiling at him and placing her hand on his chin, turning his head to kiss her. While she did that Riley slipped up on her bead just a bit more, out of immediate reach for Michael.

Michael turned back to Riley and seeing that she had moved looked curiously at her. Without a word, Cadey climbed up onto the bed and positioned herself between Michael and Riley. Michael took the cue and scooted backwards off of the bed and stood there while Cadey lowered herself down to Riley’s waiting sex. Cadey tongue flicked out and into Riley, lapping generously at her sex. Riley in turn let out a soft breathy moan and began to squirm a little. She reached down and with two fingers spread the lips of her robotic sex to allow Cadey even greater access. Cadey on the other hand lifted and spread Riley’s legs, with her own hands, giving Michael and idea.
Michael moved next to Riley and took hold of one leg, twisting it around and then sharply disengaging the locks, then sliding it up and off of the mounting point in her upper leg. Riley in turn groaned louder than she should have, then Michael repeated the motion on her other leg, disconnecting both of them and setting them on the ground near her bed. Riley found it much more difficult now to reposition herself, and instead squirmed and wiggled in place. Cadey on the other hand found it much easier to press forward with her head and able to dive just a little deeper inside of Riley’s artificial slit. Michael took a moment to watch the two robot girls moaning and squealing. His eyes lingered on the shiny chrome plate in Riley’s legs, the soft skin meeting with the hard machine below. His gaze turned to Cadey, he had seen her internal circuitry too, all of seemed to spur him deeper into desire.
Michael had awoken something inside of him, he realized that he preferred machines to humans, and he wouldn’t accept anything but a robot. He took a step forward and around Cadey, aligning himself behind her, and looming over her. He bent forward, grasping her head on either side and without hesitation sharply twisted it to one side and disengaged the locking mechanism in her throat. Michael knew that there was wiring inside of her neck, and was even tempted to disconnect it, assuming that Cadey had the same wireless technology that Riley had, but he didn’t want to chance it. Instead he pinched his fingers between her neck and her now disconnected head and pulled out the thick bundle of cables there. He was pleased to find that there was somewhere around a foot and a half of spare cable inside of her that allowed her enough length to keep her head firmly planted in between Riley’s leg stumps.
Riley saw what happened between her half open eyes and placed her hands on Cadey’s head, pressing it firmly against her crotch. It was now Cadey’s turn to let out a small muffled moan from between Riley’s legs. Michael, as he returned to an upright position, his knees on the very edge of the bed, found his hands massaging Cadey’s naked breasts. He toyed with them for only a moment, teasing the nipples until they became firm and erect in his hands. He was spurred on both by hearing Cadey's new grunts of delight as Riley’s high pitched keening. Michael looked down and saw Cadey’s legs gently spreading, her own vagina on display for him, it looked so similar to Riley’s, and Michael had the inclination that it might be a similar manufacturer.

Through his panting, Michael managed a request to Cadey, “Do-do you have a back panel? Something that would let me see you as a machine?” Michael said, placing a warm hand on the soft supple flesh on Cadey’s back.
Without a word from the android in front of him, a small hiss could be heard between the mewling girls in front of him and an oblong patch of flesh that ran from the base of Cadey’s neck down to where her tailbone might be. It lifted up about an inch, then a patch of flesh on either side, running from her shoulders down to the lower reaches of her ribcage. These too lifted upward and Michael knew to tug them off, finding that they were easy to free from the bindings on the mechanism inside of Cadey’s body. He pulled off the side panels first, then the panel covering her spine, once removed he was treated to a display of the internal workings that he had become familiar with, but now from an entirely different angle. Lights and cabled twisted and wound through her body and Michael could see all of them.

He couldn't take the wait any more, seeing Cadey headless, Riley legless, and now Cadey’s internal assembly on display, Michael’s need for the girls in front of him became too much. He thrust his hips forward after lining up his solid cock with Cadey’s ready and waiting ass hole. From between his girlfriend’s legs he heard Cadey’s voice, first a surprised “oh!” then what sounded like some kind of status message.

“Al-alert, unexpected sexual pen-pen-penetration-tration-tion de-detected. Diverting system re-resources to new orifice.” Cadey muttered, and Michael could see status lights blinking suddenly from green to red inside of her back. Soon though, he felt a small warm gush of lubricant fluids surrounding his manhood. With that done, he slid out and then back in, smoothly gliding his hard cock back and forth. Cadey’s systems soon resumed their work and within moments of that Riley could be both heard and felt orgasming. She thrust her hips upward as best she could, trying to get as much of Cadey’s tongue inside of her as possible. Though her legs were not present, her robotic spine carried most of the work.

Hearing Riley’s orgasm, Cadey’s sexual systems took over and she too began to orgasm, Michael could feel the artificial taint in her rear end clenching and relaxing, even as he continued to thrust inside of her. He knew that he too wouldn't last much longer, but his nostrils filled with a sweet fruity smell and he knew that Cadey’s artificial juices must be dribbling out of her. Michael picked up his own pace, thrusting harder and faster. Cadey then began to buck and sway, her voice coming out as a long string of words, barely punctuated.

“Ex-executing org-orgasm sequence. Error, error, this un-unit is not de-designed for sexual- error- FUCK ME! God ye-YES! Hmmmmm- alert, human emulation crash reported at line- God Michael yes!- alert-alert-aaaallllllleeerrrrrtttt….”
Cadey, stopped moving and Michael felt her body lock into place, her joints not moving freely. She slumped to one side and bounced once on Riley’s bed. Michael could see that inside of her all the lights had winked off and her internal components had gone dark. Michael immediately panicked and reached for Cadey, but Riley intercepted his hand with her own.

“She’s fine, that’s a pretty standard sexual overload. I had one the first time I did anything too. She just needs a reboot and probably an update. She’s fine.” Riley said, then looked up at Michael. He looked down at her and saw that she was already moving Cadey’s head out of her crotch and somehow spread the leg stumps a little wider.

“But it looks like you haven’t had your fun yet. C’mon babe, it’s your turn.” Riley said, her face filled with lust, love, and desire. Michael didn’t hesitate, he scooted forward and dropped his hips into Riley. His cock easily slid inside of her and before he was cumming inside of Riley once again to the tune of her lewd sounding moans. He knew that inside of her pelvis there was a pump starting up, and in fact with his penis still inside of her he could feel the small subtle vibrations of it. It was whisking away the excess fluids, Michael’s cum, and whatever saliva Cadey had left inside of her. Michael found himself able to appreciate the machine that was Riley so much better now, and it turned him on more than he expected.

Michael finally pulled himself out of Riley and curled up next to Riley. The pair kissed and snuggled and loved each other for the next hour, all the while Cadey remained lifeless and offline next to the two. Eventually though Michael’s attention returned to Cadey, her head detached from her neck, but connected via the thick bundle of cables running out of her neck to her head. Cadey’s eyes were rolled up into her head, the lower edges of the iris’s still barely visible, her mouth open and her tongue still jutting forward. Riley turned herself with some measure of effort and aligned Cadey’s head with her neck While Michael moved around the room, picking up the robotic legs that belonged to Riley, and the panel coverings for Cadey.

The pair pulled Cadey back into position and Michael reattached the panels, but didn't yet offer Riley her legs. Once Cadey was fully assembled again, Riley did the honors of reaching behind her ear and pressing firmly in on the power button there. Cadey activated and immediately unlocked her joints, causing the android to slump forward into Riley’s bed.

“She’s probably running a surface scan to find out what went wrong.” Riley said, looking at the robot laying haphazardly next to her. She reached out and turned Cadey’s head to it was facing Michael and Riley. Her face had automatically returned to a neutral face, more of a blank slate than anything else.

“Do I look like that when I am booting up?” Riley asked, tilting her head to one side.

“No sometimes you look like this.” Michael said and screwed up his face and let his own tongue hang out.

“Oh shut up.” Riley said and playfully slapped Michael’s arm before giggling, and Michael joined her in the laughter.

“Do I get my legs back?” Riley asked.

“What are they worth to you? Hmm?” Michael said.

“If you ever want inside of this-” Riley said, gesturing not just to her artificial slit, but the entirety of her body. “-Then you’ll reconnect them post haste mister!”

“Alert, this unit has suffered a critical overload in component, Bee one dash thirteen. Please correct this error at your convenience. Would you like to continue booting this unit for service?” Cadey’s voice interrupted Michael and Riley. She was staring straight ahead now, her eyes set in place and her face looked expectant, but nothing more.

“I don’t think I’m an admin on her systems.” Riley said, looking from Cadey to Michael.

“I wouldn't think I am either, but I also don’t want to tell your dad that I broke your new sister by having a threesome with her.” Michael replied. “But what the hell...Cadey, continue booting.” Michael announced.

“Accepted. Booting normally” Cadey said and then her eyes slipped closed once again. She remained quiet for another few seconds before her eyes drifted open and she looked around the room.

“What happened…” She said, her voice quivering slightly.

“You just had a little overload, honey, it isn’t a big deal. We can have dad take a look at you tomorrow.” Riley said, reassuringly and placing her arm on Cadey’s arm.

“Oh, ok, that doesn’t sound great.” Cadey replied.

“It happens more than you might think, but we’ll get you all fixed up” Michael said, sliding out of the bed and moving to the heap of clothes on the floor. He picked out his pants and began to redress himself. The afternoon was getting late and since it was a school night he figured that he should probably get home.

“Hey, I’m going to head on home, but you two should probably get plugged in for the night. Alan said this weekend we’ll get the rest of the stuff from your trailer, Cadey, and get you set up over here.” Michael said, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Right, yeah.” Cadey said, smiling weakly towards Michael. Michael then picked up one of Riley’s legs and walked it over to the bed and handed it to Cadey before picking up the other one himself.
“Care to help me out here Cadey?” Michael said, gesturing towards the legs.

“Oh, yeah sure!” She replied eagerly.

The two got Riley’s legs reconnected without incident and once done she slipped out of the bed, still nude, but unashamed. She threw her arms around Michael and kissed him once more. They held each other for a few seconds as Cadey watched. Once they separated Michael looked towards Cadey and smiled.

“Come here you.” He said, beckoning her over with a wave of his hand. She looked a little surprised, but she also slipped out of Riley’s bed and stood meekly in front of Michael. He reached out and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head sweetly.

“You’re part of this family now. So welcome” He said and squeezed her once before letting her go. With that he turned and left, closing Riley’s door silently behind him. Cadey looked stunned, she had never heard anything so inclusive before. Her programming attempted to load and execute a response, but a small internal error popped up. She wasn’t equipped with tear ducts or she would have let a tear roll down her cheek. Instead she closed her mouth and looked to Riley who was simply beaming at her. Riley in turn hugged her as well and then gestured to the door.

Cadey nodded and put her shirt back on and pulled on her pants before slipping out the door and down the stairs. She moved silently through the house to the lab where Alan had set up a makeshift bedroom for Cadey. Once there, Cadey lifted her shirt up and plugged in the power cable Alan had left for her and then sat on the edge of the table. She sat there in silence for a few long minutes, while she did her CPU worked feverishly to process what had just happened and to decide what an appropriate social response was. She found that she was completely lacking in what to do, and so she set a reminder to talk with Alan about it after school tomorrow and then picked her legs up and laid them flat on the table before lowering herself down to lay completely flat. Her hands lay comfortably at her sides, and she slipped easily into a low power mode. This was the closest thing that she had to sleep.

While Cadey moved to the lab Riley moved to her dressed and found a simple nightgown and put it on. She tidied up her room, putting used clothes in the laundry hamper, straightening the blankets and pillows on her bed and then sat on the edge of the bed. She stopped breathing, she stopped moving, and she stopped blinking. She had taken her human mannerisms offline completely. A small panel opened between her breasts, one of Riley’s power buttons visible inside. She smirked a little, remembering how turned on Michael seemed to be, she particularly remembered that he seemed to like seeing Cadey’s open panels.

Riley hopped off the edge of the bed and moved to her phone which was quietly charging on her desk. She sat back on the edge of her bed and then reclined back. She held the phone high above her and made a small sly smile, snapping a picture of her with her open panel, the faint seam of the charging port above her breast visible. She looked at the picture once and then sent it to Michael, followed by a simple text. “Miss you already. Love you.”

==Part 5==

Summer had come into its own in early July, scorching the neighborhoods with heat that was warm enough to feel uncomfortable, but not hot enough to necessitate the practice of sitting in front of a fan for the entirety of the day. Michael had made a practice of wearing swim shorts and a tank top to help stave off the encumbering heat. He was, by no means, a body builder or even conventionally fit, but he hadn’t developed a gut. He made a habit of trying to eat well, exercise when he could, and try and be as healthy as possible. Michael made it part of his daily routine to at least get out for a walk, some jogging or on a rare occasion, a nice long bike ride. Today, however, was not one of those days. The temperature had risen well into the mid nineties and he couldn’t bring himself to muster the energy to tie his running shoes, let alone step outside with them on. It was the kind of oppressively hot day that sapped the will to do anything directly out of his body. His saving grace had been an early morning phone call from his girlfriend asking him to come over and lounge by the pool.

The very thought of Michael getting to see Riley again was always thrilling, even if he had spent most of the previous day there anyway. The idea was more than enough motivation to tie on his shoes, pack a change of clothes into a backpack, and venture out into the heat. Even early in the morning the air was already thick enough to cause a minor struggle just to breath. As Michael stepped out of his front door, backpack slung over one shoulder, the heat slammed into him like he was walking through some kind of superheated gel. It made the next half an hour of walking across town unpleasant. By the time he reached the wealthy gated community Riley lived in, Michael was sweating and ready to be done walking. As Michael opened the door to Riley’s modest house he was hit with a wave of fresh, col, refreshingly air conditioned air. It crashed over him like a tidal wave and immediately washed away the fatigue from the last thirty minutes.

Michael reached up and slung his backpack off of his shoulders, feeling the rush of cold air across the sweat soaked back of his shirt and stood up straight. As he was stretching his back he saw the head and shoulders of a black haired girl, around his age, poke around the corner. Her hair was trimmed in a close cut pixie style and the gloss black of it shined in the light from the overhead lights, lending it the faintest hints of artificiality. Her expression was one of surprise with wide open eyes that showed her dark pupils.

“Michael! I didn’t know you were coming over.” She said, her voice chipper but still an octave lower than someone might have expected from a petite eighteen year old girl.

Her curious expression quickly changed into a delightful smile and the girl stepped fully around the corner. Sporting a pair of black nylon shorts that seemed to stop just barely an inch or two below her crotch. The boy shorts were complimented by an equally black top that covered her chest enough to be an acceptable piece to wear in public, but showed off enough to be enticing to anyone who made even a casual glance in her direction. Binding the two cups together was a silvery ring that caught the light in the room well enough to flash from time to time as she moved, which naturally drew the eyes back to her chest. Michael could see why she was hiding slightly behind the corner when Michael had walked into the house. He was used to letting himself in, he had for years. Riley, nor her parents had made any kind of fuss about it, but Cadey was a new addition to the home and Michael sometimes forgot that she wasn’t used to the years of familiarity that he had with the Salter family.

“Yep, Riley texted me this morning.” Michael panted, stepping towards the kitchen.

“Oh, here, let me get you some water!” Cadey said, darting back into the kitchen and opening a cupboard, snatching out a glass and thrusting it into the fridge mounted water filter. Cool water slowly filled the cup.

“I take it you’ll be joining us?” Michael gestured towards Cadey’s outfit.

“I- I was hoping to. Unless you two want some time alone.” Her voice trailed off slightly at the end of her statement.

“No! Of course you’re welcome. I just didn’t know if old man Salter had you doing more work in the lab today” Michael replied quickly in an attempt to backpedal what he realized sounded like a rude accusation.

“I heard that.” Another much older sounding male voice called from down a connecting hallway. Michael looked at Cadey as she set down the glass of water and mockingly made his eyes dart back and forth while changing his expression to a comically worried face.

“You aren’t THAT old Mr. Salter!” Michael called back and was relieved to hear the faint sound of a deep mirth filled chuckle. Truthfully Alan Salter wasn’t terribly old, somewhere vaguely in his mid-forties, or at least that was what Michael guessed. Truthfully, he had never gotten a straight answer from Alan. Michael picked up the glass Cadey had set down in front of him and drank the cool water and could almost feel the relief spreading throughout his body. He didn’t bother setting it down until the entire contents were gone. He let out a small contented sigh and set the glass down only to have it swept away by Cadey, who immediately opened the dishwasher and placed it inside. Michael watched her do this, and once done she gave him a sheepish smile before looking concerned again.

“Oh! I’m sorry, did you want more? I can get you some more!” She had already turned to the cupboard to get out another clean glass, but Michael managed to stop her, relating that he felt much better now. Cadey nodded and folded her hands in front of her and looked down at them, pressing her lips together.

“Are you ok Cadey?” Michael said, dipping his head down lower in order to try and catch her attention. Cadey sucked in a deep breath and let it slowly escape out her nose before she responded.

“Yeah, It’s just that-” Cadey began but was cut off by the sound of another voice coming from the stairwell.

“Michael!” The voice was a higher pitch than Cadey’s and filled with excitement. Cadey looked up from her gaze and Michael spun around to see his girlfriend, Riley, standing at the base of the stairs. Even though he had seen her just the day before, he was always delighted to see her. Today, she looked particularly enticing to him, as her hair seemed to turn from its normal red to an almost orange tint in the light. It was bundled up into a long ponytail that spilled up and out of the top of a visor cap. Michael didn’t linger on the hair long as his eyes drifted down to her chest, where her breasts were held back by a tube top that looked like it was one or two sizes too small. It was tight on her but it did its job, though Michael was happy to see that the lower curves of her petite breasts were peeking through on the bottom side of the top, it was particularly enticing seeing the heavy duty zipper running between her cleavage, it was the only obstacle between him and her chest. Nothing covered Riley’s midriff and around her hips clung the matching bikini bottom to her top. She looked phenomenal.

Michael stood from the stool he was sitting on and quickly stepped over to Riley and threw his arms around her. He stood taller than she did, which allowed him the ability to easily kiss the top of her head and to hold her closely without the two bumping heads together. Unseen to either Michael or Riley, Cadey pressed her lips together into a thin line and looked respectfully away from the couple as they embraced. The hug only lasted a few moments before Riley pulled away, already smiling broadly and she took Michael’s hand, intertwining her fingers with his and the pair began to move to the back door leading to the yard. Michael was the first to notice that Cadey hung back slightly, and in response he squeezed Riley’s hand to get her attention. Once she stopped and looked up at him he turned and jabbed his head towards the door.

“I’ll meet you out there, I just need to grab some water.” Michael said before Riley rose to her tiptoes to kiss him once on the cheek.

“Okay babe, see you there.” Riley’s voice was pure sugar as she pulled open the sliding door and slipped her petite frame through it and out onto the back lawn. Michael watched her walk away from him and across the grassy lawn before turning to Cadey who was stepping up next to him. She didn’t seem to notice that Michael had stopped and was reaching for the door handle.

“Hey.” Michael called simply before her hand could grapes the handle.

“Hmm? Oh Sorry Mike, I was just kind of in my own world.” She said, pulling her hand back.

“I know. Are you okay? I- I don’t know if robots can feel ‘down’ or anything, but you seem really bummed out today.” Michael used his index and middle finger to form air quotes around the word ‘down.’ In the weeks since the beginning of June he had seen Riley and Cadey “down” in more ways than one, none of which could be considered an emotional state either. Cadey stood silently for a moment before responding in a more hushed tone than before, not quite a whisper, but definitely more difficult for anyone who might be listening in.

“I’m just struggling a little to assimilate all the new programming is all. I know Alan took Riley’s base code and modified it enough to make me my own person, but, I don’t know.” She let out a breath of hot summer air. “It’s causing a lot of conflicts is all.”

“Is that why you crashed this last Saturday?” Michael said, making no effort to lower his voice.

“Shh. I didn’t tell Alan about that one.” Cadey said, tossing a glance in the direction of the hallway that led down towards Alan’s robotics lab.

“I didn’t either. Once you got up and running again you asked me not to, and I intend to keep my promise.” Michael replied.

“I- I did?” Cadey sounded as if the request was new information to her and from the look on her face it looked like it might have worried her.

“Yes, you did. It clearly didn’t get logged either.” It was Michael’s turn to suck in a breath and then let it seep out of his nose in a sigh. Cadey’s look of concern caused Michael a small amount of pause before he pulled her into a brief, but touching hug. Cadey weakly placed her hands on Michael’s back as he squeezed her into him.

“Listen Cadey, I can’t tell you what to do, but something is wrong and Alan can fix it. You should tell him.” Michael said as he pulled away from Cadey. She opened her mouth to respond, but closed her mouth and looked away. She remained silent for a heartbeat then looked back to Michael.

“It’s just that he’s already done more than enough for me- and.” She paused. “And I don’t know that I can ever really work off what I did.”

“I know, it’s a lot, but you have to realize that there’s a lot of forgiveness in this family. It’s gonna be ok.” Michael put on his most sincere face, he wanted Cadey to know that it wasn’t just an empty phrase, that it was all true. Michael and Alan had discussed in depth what to do with Cadey once she was brought back from the trailer park she operated out of. The decision to simply let the trailer there, filled with stolen and scavenged parts simply rot. Cadey gave them her key to it and they locked it and walked away. Cadey meanwhile had volunteered to undergo a series of reprogramming sessions with Alan to flush away the old programming and replace it with something a little more suited for life in a society, rather than isolation.

“Come on, let’s just try and relax okay? Riley’s out there waiting for us.” Michael said at length.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Cadey reached for the door again, only to move her hand away and turn back to Michael, hugging him quickly one last time.

“Thank you.” She said simply.

Within moments of arriving with Cadey in tow, Michael had fallen fully into the pool and though a shockingly cold first few moments, he loved every moment of it. The pool was a delight, despite the heat, Michael could feel his exhaustion melting away from the moment he dropped into it. Riley was in her normal position of lounging on the walkway in a fully reclined chair. The woven plastic on the chair pressed into her back and the soles of her feet, they were hot, but one advantage of being a synthetic being was the ability to tone down or even completely tune out small discomforts such as that. Cadey, meanwhile, moved over to the edge of the pool and dipped her feet into the water. The water level eventually came up to just below her knees and from where she was sitting she was far enough away from Riley that she felt a small sense of isolation.

Riley occupied herself with a novel that she had gotten for her birthday at the beginning of the month prior and simply hadn’t had enough time to sit down and read through it. Michael spent his time in the pool swimming laps, still trying to remain in shape but staying cool at the same time. Cadey remained quiet and her artificial mind slipped into itself, processing the massive bulk of new programming that Alan had inserted into the storage media inside of her. He had told her that higher level androids like her and Riley were a challenge to reprogram. He had explained that it could be as simple and over writing files and lines of code, but the existing artificial intelligence was likely to reject large swathes of it, somehow innate “knowing” that something was wrong. He had explained all of this shortly after Alan had done the very thing he had warned against. Alan had needed to be convinced by Michael and Riley to allow Cadey to remain online after disabling her and bringing her home.

Part of the argument that Riley had made was that Cadey could be made into a good person and that she and Michael could help encourage that. So, Alan had placed the entire set of programming inside of Cadey, she could dip into it and pull out the pieces she found and try them on, like a new pair of shoes, and get used to it before fully integrating it into her systems. This resulted in a process that took longer to fully reprogram her, but it would result in a much more stable code base that made Cadey well and truly her own person. Cadey had lived her life so long as a mostly emotionless android, only putting on a convincing act while in school, that a directory inside of her marked as “emotional responses” had piqued her interest almost immediately. In the days since the new coding was installed she had been trying her best to run as many of the processes she had found and, as Alan said, try them on.

Cadey had loved the feelings of joy and the way it made her synthetic skin tingle with life whenever it happened. There was more than just good in the folder though, she had stumbled upon guilt and it quickly became something she felt often. She couldn’t help but recall what she had done to Riley, and on many occasions in the last few days attempted first to apologize for it, but Riley had always waved her off, smiled, and told her that it was all okay. Riley was far too good to Cadey, she accepted her immediately both for who she was and who she was becoming, she had total faith in Cadey and that she would one day be just as happy as Riley was. Cadey hoped that was true, but in the moments where she was alone and left to dwell on her own thoughts, they always seemed to drift back to old log files and old habits. Cadey looked into the pool waters below her and let out a small sigh, wondering if she ever really could pay off the debt to the Salter family that she had accrued.

Michael’s voice wafted into her mind in that moment, a recorded sample of what he had said just before they came out to the pool. The idea that the family had forgiven her and that she didn’t need to worry about it. She tried so hard to dwell on exactly that, and for a brief moment she felt like she would be ok, but her systems snapped into place and began making her feel guilty. Cadey did everything she could to dwell on the concept of forgiveness from Riley, and it felt like she was fighting against herself. Her vision began to fade slightly, her distorted reflection in the water of the pool became the only thing she could see as a sort of black tunnel enveloped her. In the blackness she could see readouts of her body, spikes in her processor usage, the disk usage had turned into a sharp plateau that seemed stuck at the one hundred percent mark. Within moments she saw the bright red flashes of alert windows appearing and she became vaguely aware that her vision had changed. She wasn't looking at the pool any more, she was looking to the side, then back to the pool, then to the other side, now the sky. Her last fleeting thought was that she was malfunctioning again, and that this time she couldn’t hide it.

Riley was the first one to notice something was amiss with her friend. She was enthralled by the book she was reading and didn’t notice at first when Cadey had become silent by the pool. The dark haired android was only a few feet away from Riley, but she was sitting with her face downcast at the water. The faint whining of struggling servos brought Riley’s attention to Cadey, and as she looked over at her, Cadey’s head was swiveling back and forth before snapping up towards the sky and then slowly downward. The movement looked very distinctly like Cadey was trying to look in two directions at once.

“Cadey?” Riley said, cautiously calling to her friend. She tossed aside her book and called to Michael as she quickly dashed over to Cadey. Riley wrapped her arms around Cadey’s torso and pulled her backwards, tripping slightly and falling backwards herself, but managed to pull Cadey away from the edge of the water as intended. As she was pulling Cadey back she could feel the intense amount of heat radiating off of Cadey’s body. It was at that moment that Riley knew that Cadey was in the process of crashing, or at very least trying to recover as best she could. Michael was pulling himself out of the pool, and had enough forethought once seeing Cadey, to snag his towel and begin patting himself dry. Cadey was still spasming and her legs were kicking feebly back and forth while her head continued to swivel back and forth.

Internally, Cadey was still struggling to parse the flood of information and continue to fight against the emotional process that was still running. The sheer volume of data that Cadey’s processors were working to understand and formulate responses to, was more than enough to completely lock up Cadey’s operating system. At which point, Cadey shut completely down, going limp in Riley’s arms just as Michael stepped up to the two. Cadey was in the process of automatically restarting into a safe mode that would only start the bare minimum amount of programming.

“What happened?” Michael said, kneeling next to Cadey and cradling her head.

“I- I don’t know I just heard some kind of noise and looked up and she was having a malfunction of some kind. So I pulled her back here so she didn’t fall in the pool” Riley said frantically. Michael nodded, placed a hand on Riley’s shoulder and let her know that it was going to be okay. Michael had received enough impromptu training and more than one long sit down with Alan to know that his programming style included some kind of recovery option if an android crashed, at this point all it was going to take was some time. Sure enough, within thirty seconds Cadey’s eyes began to refocus and adjust to the afternoon light. She still didn’t blink, but Michael knew that was an optional set of code, though he did breathe a sigh of relief seeing her come back online, though he was now more concerned than ever at her overall well being.

“Unit, Cadey Salter, online. Crash report saved to primary logs. Root cause, programming conflict.” Cadey’s voice was flat and even, completely devoid of any of the inflection she would have normally used. Hearing her statement that the crash had been caused by a programming conflict rather than something like an internal component failure set Michael at ease. Michael gently lowered Cadey’s head from his hands and sat back, letting out the stress and anxiety in one long huff. Relaxed now, he couldn’t help but be a little aroused at watching the pretty young robot twitching every now and then as more and more of her core systems came online. He knew that now wasn’t the time, not at all, but he was paying attention and would likely think more about it later.

“Core systems operational. Safe booting now. One moment” Cadey said after a hanging silence in the air.

“Safe Boot?” Riley questioned, “What’s that?”

“It’s like when your computer crashes and all it does is start the operating system, but all the graphics settings are wonky, and nothing works well, but at least it boots.” Michael relayed the same kind of analogy that Alan had used to explain it to Michael originally. At the time Michael’s confused look after hearing about how the operating system chained driver loads together to maximize efficiency when multithreading something or other together had just lost him. Cadey’s head swiveled stiffly from side to side, looking at her surroundings before looking at Michael sitting by her hips and up at Riley, who was still perched over her head looking down at her.

“I appear to have suffered a major malfunction. I will now reboot into full human emulation” Cadey said with an air of boring factual authority.

“Halt boot sequence.” The suddenly deep timbre of Michael’s voice carried an authority that Riley hadn’t ever experienced before. It triggered something inside of her that she enjoyed, a sort of hot electrical charge that coursed over her body and made her shiver in the hot afternoon sun. Cadey looked down at Michael and pushed herself into a sitting position.

“Authenticating. One moment.”

Michael could feel Cadey’s eyes scanning up and down his body, she had seen his naked body before, and Alan had made him a super-user on her systems, whatever that meant. All Michael knew is that there were some commands he was allowed to run directly, just by using a vocal command that worked on Cadey, and just a few short days prior he had discovered that when Cadey was in a crashed state that those commands were plentiful. Cadey stopped looking him up and down and he swore he could see her head tilt to one side as her systems processed the image it had captured and ran it against the database entries for known users with permission to her systems.

“Authenticated. Halting boot.” Cadey said smoothly. Michael let out the breath that he found that he was holding in. He left Cadey on the lawn and stood up, reaching a hand out towards Riley to help her to her feet. Next he held out a hand to Cadey.

“Come on Cadey, stand up.” Michael said and Cadey looked from his face down to his hand before taking it and using it to help her stand fully. Michael looked from Cadey down to Riley.

“She crashed again.” The dejection in his voice was apparent.

“Again?” Riley said, her face scrunching up and looking at Michael, and even though he wasn’t looking at her he knew she was making that disappointed face where her cheeks puffed out slightly and she looked angry. He thought it was a cute look, but he didn’t dare tell Riley that, even though he had wanted to for a long time now.

“Yeah, she went down on Saturday and begged me not to tell your dad. She’s just- She’s going through a lot right now. She feels really guilty about what she did to you, to me, to your day-”

“-And probably to everyone else she’s taken.” Riley added. Michael hadn’t even thought of that and looked down at Riley who had a look of pity on her face as she looked at Cadey. “The problem with a perfect memory is that you never get a chance to forget anything” She added. Michael nodded along and he himself began to feel sorry for Cadey, and from what Alan said, there was no way to trim it out. Cadey had to come to terms with it and integrate the right programming to help her deal with it. For now though, Michael knew the best thing to do for Cadey was send her to someone who could help her.

“Cadey, report to Alan Salter what happened here.” Michael didn’t like the feeling of betraying Cadey’s confidence in him, but if anyone could truly help Cadey, it was going to be Alan. Cadey nodded once and turned on her heel to march away, back into the house. Riley and Michael watched their friend go. Michael had no possible way of knowing what was happening inside of Riley, but he felt pity for Cadey. Michael knew only a small amount about Riley and how she operated below the veneer of humanity that she put on so well. Michael could carry hours of conversations with her like she was any other person, but as soon as she dipped into that realm of artificial intelligence and programmed realism, Michael was lost. He put his arm around her and squeezed her tight. The two remained there for a long while before mutually deciding that it might just be better to spend the remainder of the day in Riley’s air conditioned room.

Once Cadey had mechanically made her way into the house Riley and Michael dried themselves off, packed up whatever they had brought out with them and retreated to Riley’s upstairs bedroom. The forced air was cool and refreshing, particularly as they pulled open the sliding glass door and the wave of air washed over the two of them. Michael let out a sigh of relief as his skin tingled with the cold air. Riley let out a sigh of similar relief, but for her it wasn’t because she was overheated, more because it was the appropriate response to the shock of cold air. As Riley progressed into the house though, the rush of cool ambient air the processor core inside of her torso, and the secondary one inside of her head both began to drop in temperature as Riley sucked in the cool ambient air. Michael picked up the backpack with his change of clothes and slung it over his shoulder before following Riley up the stairs.

The pair made their way up the stairs and down the short hallway to Riley’s room, where both went in and closed the door behind them. Michael dropped the pack from his shoulder and knelt down to unzip it and pulled out a simple black shirt, some cargo shorts, and a pair of boxers. Pulled the tie string around his waist to loosen his swim shorts and glanced up towards Riley in time to see her dragging the heavy zipper down the center of her top. The top practically burst open, letting her breasts free into the cool open air. Riley noticed Michael’s stare, and while she didn’t say anything, a small smile crept across her face and she winked quickly at him before turning around. Her back was sculpted and appeared to be all at once smooth and well muscled. It was an incredible feat, doubly so for an android.

Michael felt no shame at all in stripping his swim shorts off of himself and using the towel to dry off the dampness around his legs from swimming. He looked down at his bag and pile of fresh clothes and internally shrugged to himself, why bother getting dressed. Riley clearly had the same line of thinking pass through her core processor unit, as she drug the bottoms of her swimwear down her shapely legs and simply kicked them to one side of her room with a flick of her foot. She spun around to see her already nude boyfriend stepping towards her and the two didn’t hesitate in embracing each other. Michael pressed himself against Riley and in response she lifted her face towards his and the two pressed their lips together. Barely a breath had gone by when the two began kissing more passionately, Michael slipped his tongue into Riley’s mouth and felt himself growing harder. The thought that Riley was just a robot crept into his mind and it encouraged his hormones to flood his brain, arousing him.

The kissing clearly affected Riley in a similar way, as she found herself steeped in programming meant to engage her sexual systems. She let it happen, her artificial mind welcoming anything and everything Michael had to offer. She felt the stiffness of his cock pressing into her just above her waistline and the artificial flesh across her belly sent joy filled signals to her operating system, and within moments Michael was pawing at her breasts, squeezing and playing with them. Each time he touched them or manipulated them in some way she would sigh happily, or moan lewdly, or just coo softly as she let Michael explore her body. They had done this dozens of times before, both without Michael’s knowledge of her mechanical nature, but once she had accidentally revealed herself to him, he seemed to want her even more. Riley was delighted by the idea that Michael loved her for who she was, but she was even more thrilled that he seemed to desire her more as a robot. It was this very line of thinking that led her computerized mind to wander into a set of data and a collection of thoughts she had had, but never verbalized with Michael before.

Just before she broke the kiss with Michael, she composed a text message to her father, she knew he would be busy working on Cadey, attempting to not only restore her to a fully functional state, but also to troubleshoot her personality conflict in the long run.

Dad, I think I want to try something with Michael. It’ll probably lead to some errors. We’ll be safe, but just a heads up.

Riley didn’t have long to wait before her father responded, Riley had figured it would be a message that she sent and then hoped that her father saw it and didn’t freak out.

Just be safe sweetie. Let me know if you need help.

After receiving and processing the message Riley pulled back from Michael, who’s eyes fluttered open in a daze. She pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him one more time on the tip of his nose before lowering herself back down to the soles of her feet.

“C’mere. I have an idea” Riley simply curled her index finger back and forth at Michael, becoming him to follow her the short distance across her room to her bed. She drew up one knee and pushed off with her remaining foot and gracefully landed on the bed. As she moved she tumbled slightly and managed to land on her back, her red hair flying around her shoulders and landing all around her face, arms and chest. As her body came to rest, everything was held tightly in place except her breasts, which swayed only slightly as she landed and came to rest there. Michael smirked, thinking that he knew exactly where Riley was headed with her temptation and in turn, moved onto the bed with her. Riley held up her hand as soon as she detected that Michael was attempting to straddle her, a maneuver he had become quite accustomed to in the last few weeks.

What?” Michael questioned, sliding gently to one side and sitting awkwardly, naked and looking at his equally naked girlfriend.

“well...What happened with Cadey-” Riley started, and in response Michael quickly responded.

“I know, she’s going to be ok though. Your dad will take care of her.” Michael assured her.

“I know, that’s not what I was going to say.” Riley sounded annoyed and playfully stuck her tongue out at Michael. “It’s just...I see the way you are when you see her crash like that, it reminds me of when I first crashed in front of you. I just see how much it turns you on when you see her- and me- as just machines. You know what I mean?”

“Oh, ah, yeah.” Michael nervously ran his hand through his hair and actually averted his eyes from Riley, feeling a flush of embarrassment wash over him.

“Can you do that to me?” Riley asked and Michael’s head snapped back to her, his eyes were wide. It was obvious that Michael was experiencing some kind of inner turmoil at the thought of what she had asked him to do. This was only confirmed when he began stammering, unable to fully complete a sentence.

“I don’t want you to crash me or break anything.” Riley assured him, “Just something a little more- playful- you know?”

Michael felt a wave of reassuring comfort wash over him as the initial terror of seeing Riley broken and malfunctioning was swept from his mind. He loved seeing Riley, and to a similar extent Cadey as well, as robots and malfunctioning was something that he wasn’t fully expecting to be turned on by. The fact of the matter was that he found he was simply enticed by the merging of something so mechanical and yet, seemingly so human. He was incredibly hesitant to attempt anything that would lead to what he considered hurting Riley in any way. He knew she was an android, but she was more than just that to him, she was a real person and he respected her like he would anyone else.

“Playful, right, uh...what did you have in mind?” Michael questioned, knowing that if it was coming directly from Riley it wasn’t going to be something harmful. Michael had been told by Alan that she had some measure of built in self preservation settings that would prevent her from doing anything outright harmful to anyone she cared about or herself. Riley bit into her lower lip for a second and blushed, it was something that was an entirely human response, she wasn’t terribly embarrassed by her proposal, but she found herself turned on by it for sure. The subtle hints were more for her lover's benefit than anything else, and as with all things with Riley, there was a small amount of humanity, real or not, poured into everything she did.

“I- I was thinking that maybe you could treat me like-” Riley hesitated, not for any reason other than to make her sound more like a human girl about to reveal to someone she cared about something that had been deeply on her mind for some time now. “-like a robot. You know, like you did to Cadey earlier when she crashed.” Her last few words came tumbling out faster than the rest of her request. She looked up to Michael, and in turn Michael looked down on her, seeing that her eyes seemed to be far more glossy than he remembered. He was sure it was just a trick of the light, but it made her innocence clash with her nudity. He had to smile at her, he was certain that this was the product of some kind of sub-system inside of her that was programmed to give the optimal response in order to get what she wanted, though he knew it wasn’t a malicious move.

“Like, you want me to order you around?” Michael said, still feeling a slight pang of guilt from the thought of it.

“Yeah! You know, you gave Cadey an order and she followed it, all mechanical and stiff and everything.” Riley responded and Michael could feel her legs squirming ever so slightly next to him, and he knew that even she was beginning to get turned on at the idea of it.

“I don’t know Ri-” Michael pulled in a deep breath and let it slowly out through his nose. “I don’t know how I feel about just ordering you around. I mean, I know you ARE a robot and all of that but- I just- I don’t know. I feel like I would be taking advantage of another person.”

Riley smiled at Michael, it was the same warm, genuine, and sincere smile that had first drawn him to her. She was such a caring and compassionate person, she only ever wanted what was good for others and so rarely asked for things for herself. She was always happy to receive some gift of special treatment when it was someone else’s idea, but for her to go out of her way to ask for something was uncharacteristic for her. Riley appeared to be undeterred from Michael’s hesitation, in fact, she seemed somewhat spurred on by it. She folded her arms over her petite chest, handily covering up her nipples, which were beginning to harden from the cool air.

“And if I wanted that? Just for a little bit?” She said, feigning an attitude of unjust hurt.

“W-well, I mean, I don’t know that I could just outright command you to do something. Like with Cadey I did it because she was crashing.” Michael said, attempting to remain on task with his feelings while trying not to let his mind wander to what Riley and Cadey would look like in a fit of malfunctioning.

“Ohh, so I need to start crashing first huh?” Riley taunted back and threw in a quick “just kidding” when she saw that Michael was beginning to look even more uncomfortable. Riley wanted this though, and she knew that once the end result came to fruition that Michael would as well. Luckily she was able to quickly formulate a plan and proposed it to Michael.

“Okay, what if it’s not so much that I am crashing, but just stripped down a little? You know, like my processors have less and less of “me” to work with? Would that be ok?” Riley asked, hoping that the phrasing made it seem more like it was a mutual and safe activity.

“I think that could be okay, but uh, how would you-er we-us...how would we do that?” Michael said, still bright red and clearly thinking about how this might end. His face was more flush than before as pinks and reds touched his cheeks and nose. Riley shrugged and looked at Michael, before she scrunched up her nose in a face that made her look like she was partially frustrated, cute, and altogether unsure of what to do.

“You are more of an expert on how I work at this point than I am. Maybe we should just ask my dad” Riley said, knowing that the jab at the end about her father was likely enough to cause Michael’s pride to take over. She was right though, Michael had learned a fair amount from Alan about how both Riley and Cadey worked, though Alan was still the master, Michael felt like he had come a fairly long way into learning about the two androids.

“No no, we don’t need to do that. Let me just think for a moment here.” Michael quickly shook his head, trying hard to mentally shift gears from the sexual tension that the room was filling with to the more logical portions of his mind. Thinking on how exactly he could help Riley safely shut down portions of her personality and who she was until she got to the place where she was just a machine. Michael felt more confident that if he transitioned with Riley into that place, that he would not only feel more comfortable with the situation, but would feel like it was an easy transition. After that, Michael could only guess at how either one of them might act. It took some time for Michael to formulate and idea, and Riley patiently waited as she watched Michael formulate the plan in his mind. As she waited she tagged and cataloged data about Michael, his facial expression, the way his eyes moved around when he thought, and the way he would sometimes mutter to himself while thinking. All of it made Riley happy, and she felt content as it was, just to sit and watch Michael contemplate how best to expose her own robotic nature.

“Okay, okay, I think I might have an idea of how we could safely do this.” Michael finally snapped out of his contemplations. Riley’s eyes lit up, figuratively, and she sat up in her bed next to Michael. She pulled her slender legs up against her chest and wrapped her arms around them, finally resting her chin on the crest between her two kneecaps. She was smiling at him, and looking at her almost made him forget his entire plan. He wanted to just reach out and hold her for the rest of his life. Michael had to mentally force himself back into his previous line of thinking and put aside his desire to hold Riley.

“So, I think if we remove a variety of components from you, that your operating system will begin to degrade slowly to the point that you stop being a human-like girl and just a machine. At which point I am pretty sure you will switch over to a purely command and operation mode.” Michael managed to get the entire tirade out before Riley managed to distract him again. As Michael was speaking, she bobbed her head up and down as it rested on her knees and smiled broadly.

“Great! How do we start?” Riley’s enthusiasm spread to Michael and he himself couldn’t help but smile in return. The heat that had bubbled down to a small simmer in his loins reignited into a roaring fire of passion and desire. His smile turned coy and he tugged at her ankles a little, helping adjust her into laying flat on her back again.

“Just lie down flat little robot” He said, gently moving her arms to rest at her side. Riley’s infectious smile turned lustful and her eyelids half veiled her baby blue eyes.

“Yes sir.” Riley’s voice dipped into a lower, almost husky voice and sounded demure. Michael could tell that she was very intentionally making her voice sound somewhat monotone and emotionless, it was a tease, but Michael wasn’t about to stop her. Michael licked his lips involuntarily as he watched Riley lay stiffly on the bed, looking not at him, but directly above her. It was the same look he had seen before both when working on Riley and on Cadey, it was the sort of look that you might expect a robot which has completely disconnected from reality to have. It was vacant, devoid of life, and made her look absolutely tempting. Michael wanted to spring on her at that very moment, but he managed to keep himself in check, after all he wanted Riley to have fun just as much as he did.

“Riley. Open your anterior chest and abdominal panels.” Michael’s voice carried the same authoritative tone that Riley had heard him use earlier when Cadey crashed by the pool. The very sound of the slightly lowered timbre of his voice and the sheer weight it seemed to carry set off all manner of system configurations inside of her operating system. Laying naked, ready for sex, in her room was more than enough to have aroused her, but for the first time Michael had ordered her to do something. Michael hadn’t needed to actually order her to do anything, she was ready and excited to comply, but the fact that his voice came out as a stern command thrilled her. She was already beginning to feel those first pangs of a dream that was being fulfilled.

A familiar faint hiss filled the room and Michael saw the invisible seams around Riley’s breasts, across the top of her chest and down and around her belly appear. The outline of the panels all ran in hard angular directions, giving Riley the first indication that she was not actually a human just playing at being an android. The panel lifted upwards enough for Michael to squeeze his fingertips into the gap between her body and the panel and lift it upward and off of her. The connecting wires and cables inside of her clung to the variety of data ports on the backside of the panel. Alan had taught Michael how to pull off the panel just enough to slip his hand in and begin gently disconnecting the number of cables that connected her outer paneling to the circuitry inside of her. It took some time, all the while Riley wore a hazey lust filled look on her face as she watched her lover reach inside of her physical self and one by one disconnect parts of her. Alerts began to appear inside of her field of vision, obscuring the view she had of Michael tugging more of the fine wiring inside of her free. Riley focused on the messages and cleared them as quickly as she could, she needed to see what Michael was doing to her.

Once the messages were cleared enough to allow Riley to see Michael again, she was treated to a view of him lifting her chest and abdominal plating up and away from her body. With the plating removed the sensitive microphones in her ears were able to detect the extremely faint sounds of her cooling systems operating and bleeding the excess heat into the room. She could also detect the ambient cool air wafting across every part of her skin and internal temperatures began dropping dramatically. The combination of the cool air and the sensation of having a part of her artificial humanity removed drew a contented sigh from her vocal systems. Michael looked towards her and smiled coyly, knowing that she was enjoying this, perhaps a bit too much.

“How are you feeling Riley?” Michael questioned as he gently slipped the chest panel onto the floor, safely out of the way.

“Good, very good. I’ve been disassembled a few times before, but dad rarely lets me stay online for it. I always feel a weird sensation when I see someone remove part of my body like that.” Riley said, her voice seemed light and airy. Riley craned her head a bit to allow her to see inside of herself, her eye glancing off of the nearly half inch thick layer of artificial flesh around the edges of her open torso. Her hands moved slightly into her own body, her fingers running along the perimeter of her open panel, feeling where her skin ended and the thin hard plastic of her internal framework began.

“Alan told me that there is something in your systems that changes a bit when you are taken apart. That’s what led me down this line of thinking. It changes the way you think and feel.” A sly smirk crossed Michael’s face and Riley could see him reaching towards the opening in her chest. Riley moved her hand out of the way, settling it back on the soft bedding below her and Michael pinched the rubbery connector over a bundle of wires nearly as thick as his thumb. With a little investment of effort, Michael was able to tug free the bundle of cables and pulled it out and draped it over the opening in Riley’s body. The effects were immediate, Riley’s body stiffened for a moment and her mouth hung open as she let out a small strangled gasp. After a moment she blinked several times and Michael could see her jaw quivering slightly.

“Wh-what was that?” Riley said, her voice laced with anticipation and genuine excitement. She knew exactly what had happened, the myriad of alerts and warnings filling her field of view contained all the information that she needed, but she wanted to hear it.

“I just disconnected one of your logic boards from the datalink that handles the motor controls for your torso and arms.” Michael smirked at her, “Riley, confirm your motor control status.” The command was given and Riley’s systems immediately parsed the information and sent the correlating data to the system board that Michael had just disconnected the bundle of cables from. The data died there, attempting to move her arms, but there was no device found for it to interface with. The processors on the board sent the signal racing back across Riley’s body to her operating system, which generated a report that Riley spoke, word for word.

“Alert, device missing. Unable to comply.” Riley blinked after that and her face changed from a blank neutral expression to confusion then quickly back to the lust filled expression that she had worn before. Michael watched as the latex balloon-like structure that was Riley’s artificial lungs filled with a small amount of air and then emptied as she sighed happily. There was no shortage of additional circuitry inside of Riley to disconnect, but for Michael it would be an exercise in restraint. He wanted to pull each and every wire free and see what happened, but he knew that doing so would be detrimental to Riley in the long run. As fun as it would have been, Michael didn’t want to trade actual damage to Riley for a blissful afternoon of pleasure. He instead needed to concentrate and ignore the growing hardness between his legs, even though it was already stiff and ready, and kept nudging against Riley’s leg.

“Okay, good, let’s see, what should I disconnect next?” Michael muttered to himself, knowing that the anticipation of it would drive Riley crazy. Michael let his hands fall inside of Riley’s open torso and gently grazed across many of the components inside of her until it came to rest on the edges of a cluster of circuit boards, all connected to another primary board. Like all of Riley’s components they were snapped into place with plastic or metal clips that mounted directly to her framework. Alan had been adamant that the intended purpose was that you could do any kind of repairs that you needed without the aid of a full work bench. So Riley could hear the clips snapping away from something inside of her, with her upper body disabled she couldn’t see what, but she could hear something being removed. She could also feel her body rock back and forth as Michael wiggled the component free.

Riley was alerted once again to the loss of some kind of functionality before Michael held the piece aloft for her to visually see. He brought up the fist sized cluster of electronics and while she wouldn’t have recognized it by looking at it, her operating system alerted her to the loss of her power regulation systems. She knew so little about her actual construction that the words seemed meaningless to her at the moment. For a moment she had a fleeting thought that was lost among the cascade of new error messages. What if she did actually know more about herself and her current state of decline made it so that she was simply unable to functionally recognize parts of her construction. The data set off a surge of new trails in her artificial mind, the feeling that she was becoming more and more mechanical as more of her body was removed, sent a jolt of instructions racing towards her slit.

Michael somewhat regretted his decision to remove the power regulation module as soon as he showed it off to Riley. The component itself merely regulated the amount of power flowing from Riley’s rechargeable power core to the various components around her body. As Riley’s systems tried to gently lift her leg to aid in the feeling of pressure applied to her crotch. Instead of the gentle fluid movements that Riley and Michael would have expected, her legs scrunched up wildly and smashed into each other with a slap. Michael swore and flinched away from Riley, nearly falling off the bed in the process.

“S-sorry, I don’t know what happened. Happened.” Riley muttered as she tried her best to let her legs naturally relax back into their previous position. Michael had to chuckle slightly, both at the over exaggerated movements and the first hints of her operating systems load beginning to break apart. The vocal slip was the first hint of it, but another part was her loss of cognition, she was beginning to not know what was happening. Michael felt a small pang of guilt from that, but he also knew that she had literally asked, if not begged, for this to happen.

“Don’t worry babe, that was my fault. We should probably remove your legs for safety sake though” Michael confessed, and slipped around towards the end of the bed, positioning himself between the ankles at the ends of Riley’s long slender legs. It was a place he had been in many times before, but it usually involved him crawling towards her and any number of lewd activities followed it. Michael took her left leg and lifted it by the ankle, then slipped his hand up the underside of her calf and then thigh until it was resting just below her buttocks. He lifted her leg higher and forced her leg to bend at the knee, allowing him some measure of leverage for what would come next. As he moved her leg he felt as if he had to push so much harder than he would have expected to and could even hear the faintest sound of whining coming from inside of her leg. With her power regulation offline her joints had either all or none of the power assistance to move them.

“What are you. You. going to d-do sweetie-ie?” Riley asked, her vocal malfunctions becoming more prevalent as time went on and more of her was removed. Michael figured that if there was an alert or some kind of sensor data inside of her operating system that would have indicated what was happening she either couldn't see it or literally could not comprehend it at the moment.

“Just removing your legs.” Michael answered and as he did so, placed a hand on her calf and used it to sharply twist her leg in an unnatural direction. Michael had always hated this sort of movement, because while he knew without a doubt that Riley was an android, the motion always made him feel like he was about to break a bone inside of her. It was an illogical fear, but a real one for him. Regardless, the skin around Riley’s upper thighs separated and turned with her leg and Michael pulled the module away from her body. It remained stiff and bent, even as Michael dropped it gently to the floor behind him. Her other leg disconnected in a similar fashion and left Riley little to actually move now. Michael took a moment to admire the shiny chrome like disk set into Riley’s upper thighs, with the array of gold studded connection points jutting out, just waiting for a leg module to reconnect to it. He admitted to himself that he found Riley beautiful on any given day, but seeing her with her torso opened, her legs removed, and her inner workings on display gave him an appreciation for her beauty on a whole different level.

“Alert, unit mobility reduced. Unable to main-maintain human emulation.” Riley intoned as her systems eventually caught up with the status of her body. Michael took a steadying breath as he heard his girlfriend slipping further into her true robotic nature. The deep burning lungful of air did nothing to quell the desire he had and he was so tired of fighting it. He nudged his way up towards Riley’s hips and placed hands on each of the remaining leg stumps there. He pushed them apart and took the opportunity to push his erect manhood inside of her. He found that she was wet, practically soaking, and had no trouble sliding deep inside of her. As he did Riley’s head flung itself to one side of the pillow with tremendous force and speed, reminding Michael that with the power regulation module offline, she would only move at full speed.

“Alert, se-sexual intercooooooourse not recommended at this. At this-this-this time error. Components off-offline-line. Not rec-reccomended.” Riley spoke into her pillow, her mouth moving as expected, but no other facial gestures were seen and Michael noticed that her eyes were no longer blinking. He paid it little attention though and began to slowly recoil his hips before thrusting forward again. The movement rocked Riley’s body towards her headboard and then back as Michael extracted himself again. Michael had one of a few clear thoughts left in his head before listing himself to passion, the thought that her motor controls should be fully disabled if he was to remain unharmed himself. So, placing his hands on either side of Riley’s body and grasping the edges of her open body, he began to look for the same rubber tipped connector for her lower body’s motor control board. After a brief moment of searching, while his hips seemed to be gently twitching back and forth without his say-so, he managed to find the component in question. He once again pinched the rubber capped bundle of cables and pulled it free.

Everything inside of Riley seemed to relax, including the small amount of grip her artificial sex had been applying to his cock as it rest inside of her. Michael hadn’t expected that but it made perfect sense in the moment. Riley’s head began to swivel back upwards, but it unexpectedly stopped at a neutral center position, her face was blank and her eyes unfocused. She looked every bit as gorgeous as Michael had always expected, but now had the thin layer of artificial life stripped away.

“Information. This unit has suspended its human emulation software. Please repair any damaged components and restart this unit when possible. Thank you.” Riley said, her voice was completely flat, the last remnants of her artificial life were gone now. Michael had managed to do it, Riley was now nothing more than a machine. Michael wasted no time in pumping back and forth inside of her, all the while Riley stared blankly up at the ceiling. Her body rocked back and forth on her bed as Michael took all the time he needed to pleasure himself inside of her. He knew that while she might not be reacting, her log files were certainly filling up with information that she could take pleasure in later.

“Riley, moan for me” Michael said, knowing that she would fully comply. She did, letting out a realistic sounding grumble of pleasure. Her mouth simply opened and her face remained unchanged despite the sound file that was playing. Once finished, her mouth slipped closed again. Michael admitted that he liked the sight of it and felt himself growing closer and closer to his own climax. At one point he even grabbed a hold of the sides of Riley’s open torso and used it to better push himself into her and her against him. It didn’t take long for him to feel the pressure build in his cock and he knew he was about to release inside of Riley.

“Riley, execute a random orgasm sequence, skip errors and alerts” Michael panted between deep pulls of fresh air. Immediately Riley began to groan, her mouth opening only enough to let the sound escape and fill the room with the sounds of simulated orgasms. Michael grunted as well, bursting inside of Riley with one last powerful thrust inside of her. He knew that Riley would have done so much more if she had been fully online, she would have wrapped her long slender legs around him, pulled him tight against her and whispered encouraging and lewd words into his ear. She had done it before, but this time was for her.

Michael remained inside of her as he caught his breath for a few moments and then extracted himself. He rolled off of her bed, carefully avoiding the disconnected legs, electronics, and her chest panel, and moved to her night stand. The pair had learned long ago to keep a small stash of hand towels there to clean up any messes either of them might have made in their sexual encounters. Michael took two of them out and used one to clean himself up and then took the second one and cleaned up the outer lips on Riley’s sex as best he could. Tossing the two cloths into the laundry hamper, Michael then walked over and Kissed the still barely online Riley on the forehead. He let out a small contented sigh and figured it was likely best to reassemble her before her father walked in on them and questioned what was happening.

Michael Dressed himself quickly and began by replacing the power regulator inside of Riley. Wiggling it into place and reconnecting the small amount of wiring needed to operate the component. Next he picked up the bundle of cables that would restore Riley’s lower body control, and plugged it back in to the circuit board inside of her, followed by the matching bundle for her upper body. He was just crouching down to pick up her legs when he heard the text chime on his phone go off. He dug into his pocket and saw a text from Alan. He would have ignored anyone else, but Alan always took a certain measure of priority.

Need some help with Cadey. If you and Riley are done I would love some help.

Michael tapped a quick reply to Alan and turned back to Riley. He stepped over to her and reached his hand behind her ear, finding the power button there and holding it down for several long seconds. Once he saw the status lights inside of Riley’s body wink out one by one he knew she was offline. He waited a few seconds then pressed firmly into the button again. Her boot sequence would take a small amount of time, which Michael used to pick up and set Riley’s chest plate and legs next to her on the bed. There was a small beep from inside of her and Michael could hear her take her first breath again.

“Whoa, that was wild.” Riley said, coming fully online. “Hey, where are you going mister?”

“Dad needs some help with Cadey. Sorry babe, you’re going to need to put yourself back together.” Michael said, reaching for the door handle leading from Riley’s room out into the hallway. Riley scrunched up her nose and puffed out her cheeks, making the same irritated face as she always did.

“Again?” Riley said, mock irritation laced her voice.

“You’re cute when you’re angry Ri.” Michael said, blowing her a kiss and then slipping out into the hallway.

==Part 6==

The rain continued to pelt down on the small, sleepy, suburban neighborhoods. The night air had taken a cold chill this evening and it forced most people into their homes where the heater was engaged and fires were lit. Everyone on the unassuming lonely street was doing everything they could to stay warm and cozy in the rainy winter weather. Mostly people at least.

There were a select few beings that were delighted by the colder weather, though. Humanoid robots, with processors that would regularly ride the line of just barely too hot to function properly. The cool, wintery air provided them with a welcome burst of chilled air with every simulated breath. Granted, that in the relatively quiet and unremarkable suburbs no one suspected that anyone would be something as outlandish as a robot so advanced that they could seamlessly integrate with the community. Make no mistake, robots existed in the world but the general populace only saw the clunky construction bots, or the automated crossing guards that were posted around schools.

Certainly no one suspected that their neighbors might be one, and certainly not three of the occupants of a house. That, however, was the exact configuration of the occupants of Alan and Julie Salter’s house. Alan was, at the moment, the only human occupant. His wife, Julie, was Alan’s first experiment in humanoid robotics. He had built her, slowly, over the course of nearly ten years in his college career. She had started as an artificial intellect, living only on a computer and a dedicated hard drive all for herself. From there she grew, and learned, and in time Alan cobbled together the most basic of physical bodies for her to inhabit.

Alan never stopped with the slow and gradual updating of the person who would eventually become his wife. There was no official paperwork on her citizenship, nor were they married officially, but no one suspected anything, how could they? She looked fully human now, with shoulder length fiery red hair and a gorgeous smile. Alan, like the mythical Pygmalion, had created his ideal woman from something other than flesh and blood.

Years later, Riley was the natural product of Alan and Julie. Alan’s first love would always be his wife, but a daughter was an interesting challenge for the pair. Julie helped him build and repair her. Riley was nineteen now, or at least she looked that way. She, like her mother, was the product of constant upgrades and improvements. She had started as an artificial mind based on her mother. She wasn’t the blank slate of raw code like her mother had started as though. Riley started as something of a basic profile, an eighteen year old girl who knew how to walk and talk, knew the basics of human society and could easily slip into a group of people with little to no error.

That didn’t mean that she was a perfectly formed late highschool girl when she was activated. She had a lot to learn, both about the world around her and about who she was. The artificial mind that lived inside of her head was as close to a sentient person as possible. She was unique, having likes and dislikes. She made choices for herself, and while her artificial mind knew the right answer to some of her life’s problems, sometimes her somewhat impulsive A.I. would do what it wanted instead. Riley’s mother and father encouraged her to branch out and try new things, to learn the good and the bad and to become her own person.

Even her boyfriend, Michael, encouraged this after discovering that Riley was an android. He was still getting used to the concept, but he never stopped seeing Riley as anything other than the person he had fallen in love with years prior. Alan encouraged the two of them to explore and branch out, even sexually, much to his initial discomfort. He trusted Michael and felt like he was a son, but there were some things a father didn’t need to read the log files about.

Tonight was going to be one of those nights. Riley was nestled into a small warm nest of blankets on her bed, the comforter had two distinct peaks to it indicating where her knees were raised, a few feet apart. Her legs were spread open wide under the blankets, allowing her delicate robotic hands easy access to the sexual module that was installed between her legs. She had been in this position, or some variation of it, for the last twenty five minutes. Two of her fingers were swirling around the artificial clit that had been specifically crafted for her.

Her artificial mind was becoming more and more frustrated as time went on. She had enough administrative privileges to see what programs were running in her operating system. She could easily see that there was a consisten and strong flow of fresh sexual and pleasurable data flowing from her hardware, into her processor, and then commands were being formed and fed to the rest of her body for execution. The squirming, moaning, and deep breaths were all a result of those commands. As was the new command to bring her free hand up and toss back the wild red hair that dangled down around her shoulders. It had once again gotten sucked into her mouth as a result of her breathing.

“God dammit.” Riley sighed.

Her head had been tilted back, resting in the soft fortress of pillows she had propped up behind her. She tilted her head forward and looked down at her own naked body, or at least the upper portion of it that wasn’t concealed by the blankets. THe slightly smaller, but still beautifully rounded breasts on her chest heaved up and down with each breath she took. It wasn’t a result of any kind of internal physical hardware, it was merely a part of her human emulation subset doing its job. There were dozens of other processes like it, all of them were small pieces of code that worked on her body to give her an authentic human appearance. Small fidgets and sways while she was standing or her chest rising and falling in sync with her breaths.

Riley swore again as she slowed down her fingers twirling around the artificial clit she had installed. The motion turned from a quick and aggressive motion into something more slow, hoping that the more sensual tone was what her artificial mind was looking for in order to trigger the next phase of her evenings sexual desires.

It wasn’t.

Another ten minutes of slowly inserting two fingers into herself and then dragging them against her clitoral module resulted in little to no progress. She was growing more and more frustrated and decided that trying to pretend to be a human and doing things like a human would just wasn’t working for her. She brought up a readout of the sexual sub-system and pinned it in her field of vision and then returned to her stimulations. She monitored her the mechanical sex module, glancing occasionally at the CPU utilization, what blocks of code were running there, and the influx of sensual and pleasurable data. There were obvious dips and spikes in the flow of data, as was to be expected, but the usual steady build up towards an trigger that would initiate an orgasm, just wasn’t there. It was climbing for sure, but slowly.

Riley sucked in a breath and huffed again.

She had been at this for far too long, and she still needed to clean herself up and get to bed so she could recharge for the next day. Michael was supposed to come over and fill out college applications with her first thing in the morning and she wanted to make sure that she was fully charged and ready. Riley made a note to herself that if she couldn’t, somehow, get her operating system to cooperate with what her artificial mind wanted, then she would do things manually.

Riley earnestly tried for the next several minutes. She plunged her fingers quickly inside of her wet robotic folds several times only to stop and swirl the artificial juices around her clit some more. Her free hand alternated between reaching between her legs and spreading her lips wider and coming up to grope furiously at her breasts. She teased the small, pert nipples there and drove hard inside of herself. She could feel herself panting and sucking in deep gulps of fresh, cool night air, but nothing was getting her that rushing spike of pleasurable data that she needed.

She sighed heavily, and stopped moving her fingers in and out of herself. She let out a frustrated little huff from her nostrils and closed her eyes. The datasheets filled with sensor data and readouts on her sexual system were closed, as was much of the remaining software that she had running. She left all of her human emulation running, but linked her artificial intellect directly into her operating system.

The misconception most science fiction made was that the human brain could be easily related to a robot’s operation. There was always mention of a hard drive or storage device and then the processors and some software, and that was it. That might have been how a more rudimentary robot functioned, relying on a database of input with a correlated output. Riley wasn’t like that, she was so much more. She had thoughts, simulated emotion, and a true personality. Her artificial self was a whole conglomerate of code, databases, and algorithms. It was who she was. Her operating system was more closely related to the uncontrollable beating of a human’s heart or the liver.

Riley’s operating system was the automated processes. When her A.I. wanted to run, her operating system was what assembled all the right blocks of code and sent them screaming through the fiber optic cables that filled her body. Those code blocks were processed by each component they related to and executed the commands with perfect precision. Riley was not just a single thing, she was a machine that was made up of a network of hundreds if not thousands of smaller components all working as one.

So when Riley made the conscious choice to link her artificial mind directly to her operating system there was a cascade of warnings and alerts that she had to manually accept, dismiss, and in some cases authenticate that she was an administrator to bypass. It was like handing a human the ability to stop their own heart, it was complete control. Riley wasn’t afraid though, Alan and Michael could fix anything she might have messed up on herself, but she had done this particular operation before. She knew exactly what to do, and a moment later the direct command to load a randomized number of orgasm components into one complete sequence, then load it into the sexual modules cached memory followed by an immediate command to execute them.

Riley’s back arched and her hands both flew immediately to her wet folds. Her mouth hung open for a moment as she silently sucked in another deep breath of air. She let it out in a gasp, then another, and another. ONe hand snapped up to her breast and cupped it, while she gently began to let out a long, low, husky moan. Once her vocal systems had finished playing the sound file and purging it from its own small memory cache, Riley’s remaining hand began quickly swirling around her clit once more and a second, much smaller orgasm rolled out a moment later. She squealed softly into the empty room and breathed hard.

Soon, it was all over. Riley’s synthetic mind retreated from its direct control over her operating system and the slender woman settled back into her bed. She was still breathing deeply, her processor core needed the sweet, cold air from around her to add a little extra to the cooling systems already at work inside of her body. She lay still for a few moments until the heat from the various involved parts of her body dissipated. It wasn’t a long process, maybe five seconds, but Riley’s artificial mind settled back into a cozy place inside of herself, much like her body was now perfectly at rest in her bed.

Riley silently slipped from her bed and found a pink, fuzzy robe in her closet and slung it around her shoulders and tied it off at the waist. From there she moved into the hall with all the stealth she was capable of and made her way to the upstairs bathroom, just up the hall from her own room. SHe was pleased with herself that she hadn’t made a sound so far. It was late and the last thing she wanted to do was wake up her adopted sister. Showering was going to be challenging enough, but it had to be done. Riley’s hand was on the door knob for the bathroom for only a moment before she felt it turn and the door open in front of her.

Cadey was taller than Riley, though not by much. She was the second android daughter in the house. Alan had agreed to adopt her after a small incident where Cadey had kidnapped Riley and was about to disassemble her for spare parts. There was more than a little reprogramming involved, but Cadey was now just as much a part of the Salter family as Riley was.

Riley squeaked in surprise as she met Cadey’s hazel eyes. She was dripping wet, clearly fresh from the shower. Her short cropping of hair was wet and arrayed in a spikey plume around her head, and a bath towel was wrapped around her body, covering her bare flesh, but only just barely. Cadey herself hopped back and yelped slightly.

“I thought you were asleep already.” Riley commented as she looked up at her step-sister.

“I tried but I can freakin’ hear you through the walls.” Cadey shot back. “So I came in here to take a bath like, half an hour ago.”

Riley looked down, the blush on her cheeks was easy to see. SHe had tried to be quiet, but perhaps the microphone assembly in Cadey’s ears were far more sensitive than she might have thought. She considered muting her vocal systems the next time she tried masturbating.

“Did you just now finish, erm, what you were doing in there?” Cadey asked at length.

With a small sigh Riley nodded her head and looked up at Cadey.

“I don’t know why but things just aren’t triggering like they used to, you know?” Riley managed.

“You never seem to have a problem when it’s just you and me.” Cadey said with a sly wink.

In that moment Riley had an idea of exactly why she was struggling. She was a robot, a machine, and she had been acting like a human her entire life. She and Cadey had spent many evenings together when Michael wasn’t around, it was no secret. Michael even joined the two of them on occasion. However, when it was just Cadey and Riley, Cadey treated her like a machine. Their evenings together always involved an open access panel or a disconnected limb or two, and most of the time if Cadey was involved her head would be disconnected, a data cable running from her neck back to her torso, and her face buried in Riley’s sex.

The solution to Riley’s problem was that she was a robot trying to pretend to be human, she needed to see herself as a robot. It was a realization that her A.I. struggled with, she was programmed to look, act, and by all means be human. So what was causing her to crave the more robotic aspects of the sexual experience. Her eyes flicked up to Cadey. Her step sister had been something of a robotics expert, and with her training with Alan she had only grown and flourished in that.

Biting into her lower lip, Riley looked up at Cadey again. “Do you think maybe you could help me look into why?”

“Why what?” Cadey asked with a spreading look of confusion on her face.

“Why is it that when I’m with you, or Michael, that I don’t have any problems, but when it’s just me I can’t seem to, you know, get off, unless I manually trigger it.”

“Wait, you’ve been manually triggering it?” Cadey asked.

“Yeah.”

“Does your Dad know?”

“Our Dad..and no, he doesn’t.” Riley said, reminding Cadey once again that she was actually part of this family. Cadey sighed, remembering she was still dripping wet and naked save for a towel.

“Okay, tomorrow night. We can look at your programming and logs and stuff and I’ll see what I can find.” She sounded exasperated. She didn’t actually want to dip into her step sister’s core programming and read through pages of log files to find out why Riley was having problems with her orgasms, but they were sisters now, and it was the least Cadey could do to help. She also knew Riley wouldn’t stop pestering her until she agreed.

“Tomorrow, got it. Uh, goodnight!” Riley muttered and stood out of the way to allow Cadey to leave and walk up the hall to her own room. The towel wrapped around her covered her chest and torso just fine, but it didn’t quite wrap all the way around her, leaving her rear end exposed for Riley to watch.

“Nice ass.” Riley hissed up the hall at Cadey just as her sister entered her own room. A second later an arm with a rude looking gesture reappeared in the doorway for a moment. It was more than enough to earn a giggle from Riley and she moved in to take her shower.

Michael was at the house bright and early the next morning. He had a satchel slung over his shoulder, filled with paper applications for colleges around the area. He, of course, had printed three copies of each so that He, Riley, and Cadey could fill them all out together in the hopes of going to the same university. He rapped the back of his knuckles against the door to Riley’s house and stood back, waiting for only a moment before the door opened.

Cadey was standing there, her hair finely styled into a pixie cut with her dark hair swooping across her forehead. She wore a comfortable looking tank top and olive drab pants that did little to hide her curves. Somewhere in the background Riley appeared from around a corner. She was all smiles, which only served to compliment her outfit. Black leggings under a debatably short skirt and a gray hoodie.

“You’re getting shaggy.” Cadey commented.

“Huh? Oh, the hair.” Michael replied.

It was true, he hadn’t had a haircut in almost six months and it showed. His hair was spilling out from under a black beanie and showed signs that it would be a tangled mess otherwise. He ran his fingers through it for a moment and let his eyes travel over Cadey’s form. He loved Riley, there was no doubt about that, but Cadey was a close second in his mind. She had all the right curves, and on the rare occasions that she smiled, she lit up a room. Michael knew she was far too gloom and doom for his tastes though. He never thought he would see the day that he found a robot that was depressed, but here she was. Regardless, she looked incredible no matter what. Michael got the distinct impression that, perhaps, he just had a thing for robotic women.

The day itself progressed slowly, and with an absurd amount of hand cramps from Michael. A fact that Cadey and Riley actively teased him about as the day wore on. Riley and Michael happily chatted and occasionally leaned across the space between their chairs for a sweet kiss, all the while Cadey simply looked on, prepaturally looking bored more than anything. She looked down at the application in front of her, it was another college she would put on a show about filling out, but had little intention of actually sending it off for evaluation.

Cadey wasn’t planning on sending most of the applications out. She had the grades to enter any one of the choices with relative ease, but she was hesitant. Going back to school meant being around people, lots of people, and she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready for that just yet. She had spent plenty of time scoping out each and every person in her school, looking for androids to kidnap and disassemble for her own repairs. She struggled not only with the guilt of those times, but lingering in her own artificial mind were the pangs of resentment from being abandoned by the company that had built her, positioned her in this small community, and then left her. She had grown and matured into a young woman on the backs of victims and a lonely trailer.

Cadey much preferred the company of Julie and Alan to the hustle and bustle of crowded university classrooms and common spaces. She had her own room here, freedom to come and go, mostly, as she pleased, and more than enough work to do helping Alan keep Riley and even herself in working condition. She looked up from the paper form at Riley and Michael, as their lips finally parted, and idly let her A.I. wander to what it might be like once the two of them were off at college.

Hours later each of the three occupants of the intimately small kitchen table had a thick stack of papers smeared with ink and the hopes of a dormitory together. Cadey knew Riley and Michael would make a great couple as they stormed their way through college, she wasn’t quite as hopeful for herself, but seeing the joy in both finishing the applications and the look they gave one another drew a smile to her face. At the end of the day Michael promised to return the next day for the second part of the plan to send out applications, folding and stuffing envelopes. He left Riley’s house with a hug, a kiss, and a muttered thanks for self adhesive stamps.

“That took so much longer than I would have thought.” Riley commented to Cadey as she closed the door and strode back into the kitchen.

“Funny what happens when a machine has to sit down and physically write out everything over and over again.” Cadey replied with her signature sarcastic tone.

Riley nodded and let a moment of silence linger. “So, are you ready for that thing we talked about?”

Cadey sighed once before replying, knowing that Alan might be nearby and would be opposed to the idea.

“Let’s just talk about it in my room, okay?” Cadey said and made a move for the door out of the kitchen and into the rest of the house.

The pair made their way into Cadey’s room. It had once been an office for Julie and Alan to use when they weren’t in the robotics lab that Alan had cobbled together in one of the downstairs rooms. Once Cadey had arrived though, they quickly cleared it out for her to use as her own. That was nearly six months ago and now it looked as if it had taken on her own personality. Posters adorned the walls depicting bands with hard jagged edges to the fonts they used and band members wearing far too much black leather. A simple bed, a desk with a slightly older laptop, and a closet with an ever growing wardrobe were all that filled the rest of the space. It rode a strange line between spartan and erratic styles. Cadey liked to refer to her style choices as “focused and specific.”

Riley slipped in behind Cadey and gently closed the door, turning the knob so that she could silently close it and not worry about the click of the latch. Once done she sat at the edge of Cadey’s bed while Cadey herself picked up her laptop and the data cable that was already attached to it. Sitting on the bed next to her sister, Cadey opened the laptop.

“Listen, I’m not saying I wont help. But you have to realize that dipping into your core programming like this feels like it’s a bad idea.” Cadey muttered to Riley.

“You’re being overly paranoid again.” Riley replied, flashing a sweet, confident smile.

“No. I’m not. You want me to go look at log files and do diagnostics work on you, and I barely understand how I work, let alone you.” Cadey snapped back.

“Cadey, you’ve worked on robots for ages now, including me, have a little faith in yourself.” Riley replied, un phased by Cadey’s lack of confidence and even punctuated her statement with a small, playful punch to Cadey’s arm.

Cadey sighed and looked upwards, shaking her head, Riley took that as an opportunity to try and put the nail in the proverbial coffin of this argument.

“Listen. It’s just log files. I just want to know what the hang up is. It’s just information, that’s all.”

Another sigh and a round of “I know” from Cadey seemed to be the end of the discussion.

“Fine. Lay down, and disable the call home feature on your body. I don’t want Alan crashing in here wondering why he got an alert that you opened up a panel.” Cadey said at length.

“Already done.” Riley piped in, cheerful as ever.

“Okay, good, and I'll need you to unseal your chest paneling.”

Riley raised her eyebrows and winked at Cadey, earning her an eye roll in return. Riley reached down and pulled the hoodie up and over her head, making her brilliant red hair tumble out of it in a wild cascade. Her camisole was next to come off, slipping easily over her head and joining the hoodie on the ground. Finally the black satin bra that held back her modest, but well proportioned breasts.

Riley reclined onto Cadey’s bed, topless and still wearing her sweet smile. She activated the small command structure that Alan had implanted in her operating system to open the various access and control panels around her body. She hadn’t always been able to use them until she was eighteen, before that everything had to be done remotely by Alan and Julie, which usually required her to be offline for the process. Hearing the small hiss as the sealed chest cavity opened gave her whole body a rush of varying sensations.

Riley’s artificial intellect flooded with a number of alerts and warnings, nothing out of the ordinary, but there was a rapid cascade filling her vision about disabling certain systems. Many of them related to her human emulation. She could no longer simulate a rising and falling chest movement as her breaths came. Another alert warned her that she risked being discovered if she was in a place where other people might be. Still more warned her about the dangers of foreign substances potential to still into her and cause damage. Once the warnings were cleared out she had an opportunity to process more and more of the actual sensations.

The first one was an exhilarating rush of what could only be called euphoria. She had spent so very much of her life pretending to be a flesh and blood human, that the very thought if not the sight of her chest rising off of her body and revealing the incomprehensibly intricate circuitry below, was enough to send a tingling through her. The sight of Caey reaching forward and wiggling her fingers into the space between her flesh and her mechanical torso fired off another wave of the same tingling feeling.

Hand in hand with the sweeping feeling of euphoric tingles, was the distinct feeling of sexual desire. She felt her legs twitch just a little and knew her thighs were receiving commands to both gently rub together in anticipation and social programming telling them not to do that exact command. It only took a second to pull up a readout of her sexual systems and Riley found that there was a massive spike in activity when she saw Cadey pulling open her chest panel and disconnecting the various cables and wires that connected her panel to the rest of the hardware inside of her.

“One of these days I’ll convince Alan to make a panel that has an opening just for data connections. I swear he likes taking robots apart for simple tasks.” Cadey sighed as she disconnected the last of the cables from inside of Riley, letting them simply drape over the open torso cavity.

“That would be too easy though.” Riley commented, moving her hands up and placing them under her head. This handily got her arms out of the way but also craned her neck just enough so that she could comfortably look inside of herself for this entire operation.

Cadey was already plugging a cord into Riley that snaked over her body, across her bed and into the laptop. Typing wildly on the computer and rarely resorting to any kind of mouse movement, Cadey began to delve deeper into Riley’s log files.

“Good lord there’s a lot here.” Cadey commented under her breath.

“Well I’ve been at it for a while.” Riley replied before muttering “I do have a boyfriend you know.”

“I know that. That’s not what I mean though. You’re sexual preference files are absolutely massive. Everything about this is- it’s just- it’s really complicated is all.”

“What do you mean? How complicated could they be?” Riley asked.

“Well, most, uh, people like us. Have a preference file, which is really just a big table of metadata tags that relate to another more complicated table in the social database. So your A.I. requests that your OS pull up the preferences and then cross references it with an activity that you’re doing. If it’s in the preference table it reads how much weight it has, which determines how much you like it, and informs your OS how to react.” Cadey explained.

Riley tilted her head and looked more than a little confused.

“Your preference file tells you what makes you horny. Yours is really complicated, that’s all.” Cadey said, grossly over simplifying things for the sake of her step sister.

“Okay, so, what makes me horny then?” Riley asked, her tone sounding as if she was completely un-embarrassed by the question. Cadey on the other hand was flushed red already.

“Lot’s of things by the look of it, but these data entries aren’t exactly written in plain english. They are all hashed into strings of letters and numbers. It’s going to take me a little bit of time to decrypt these entries let alone find out what they relate to.” Cadey muttered.

“Well, we wouldn’t want this to be too easy on you, now would we?” Riley retorted with a grin.

It was hours before Cadey had the information she needed. The process of decrypting the hashed data entries alone took up almost ninety five percent of that time alone. Once she had a good lead on the actual data in Riley’s preference files tracking down what they related to was a fairly easy exercise. In the end though, Cadey had the results, though once she knew what they were she was hesitant to tell Riley.

As it turned out several of Riley’s first sexual experiences had been tied with her malfunctioning. The first was from a fault sexual modulet that Riley had tried to install herself. Another involved the first time she and Michael had tried having sex and Riley ended up breaking down to the point that she fully crashed. Of course, this led to Michael discovering that Riley was an android in the first place, and after that it seemed that things were fairly smooth. There were a number of entries in her log files about minor malfunction inside of her system. Small things like an out of date driver that caused her fingers to twitch a little too much while executing an orgasm, or a speech loop when her CPU ran out of resources.

All of it had culminated together into a set of highly weighted entries in her preference file. There were more than a few entries that indicated that Riley had a particular preference to being damaged while engaging in some kind of sexual activity. More accurately she would get very turned on from seeing robotic components, more so if they are damaged and causing a malfunction and even more so if Riley was the robot involved.

“Well?” Riley asked impatiently as she saw Cadey look up from her laptop.

“W-well. It looks like you, uh, you like being broken.” Cadey hesitantly offered.

“Broken? Like, taken apart?” Riley asked.

“No, more like actually malfunctioning. Like breaking something that would need to be repaired.” Cadey clarified.

“So, why would that be causing me to not be able to get off otherwise?”

“Probably because it’s weighted very heavily, other stuff will get you there eventually, but it's just a matter of how long you want to invest in it.” Cadey explained.

“So I have to malfunction, or spend hours getting off?” Riley asked.

“Or have Michael do anything to you. He still has the most weight in your preference file.” Cadey said.

“Awww!” Riley squealed with genuine delight.

“Gross. Anyway, that’s why. You’ll probably have to start retraining your A.I. to like more normal forms of stimulation. Those first few sexual enconters kind of skewed things a bit. So, take the time, invest in some good normal self care and-”

“-Or” Riley interrupted.

“Nope, no ‘or’ there is a good reason Alan built so many failsafes into you. You’re built to look and act like a human, do not try and break yourself just to get off. You need to retrain your A.I. to look for the things you like.” Cadey cut her off.

“That’s not what I was going to say.” Riley said with a pout. “We could just change it, I mean, you’re right there.”

Cadey stared at Riley for a full second before she managed to formulate the right reasoning for why that was an awful idea. It was probably going to still be too complex for Riley, sweet as she might be, to understand.

“No, just, no. If I change values in here your A.I. might not accept them, or it might fully accept them but in a weird way. I don’t know how your mind works and I don’t know how this table was generated or populated or how it’s configured. Only the deep recesses of that robot brain of yours knows how that works. Trust me, manually changing something is a swift road to disaster.”

“How do you know?” Riley asked.

“Because there are more than a few papers on it in the A.I. research field. You and me and Julie are very special exceptions to a lot of rules. People have tried for a long time to-” Cadey held up her hands and made air quotes with her index and middle fingers. “Pre-program something.” Cadey let out a sigh. “It never works how you want it to.

Cadey reached over to Riley and pulled the data cable out of the port in her chest and began to coil it up in her hands, laying it on the laptop keyboard before speaking again.

“Trust me on this one. Sometimes doing things the hard way, putting in the work, and doing it right is the best and only way to get what you want.”

Riley remained silent as she mulled over the implications of what Cadey had said. A lot of it made sense, but a lot of it sounded like so much work. She had only been sexually active for a year or so now, how could things have changed so much in that short amount of time? Cadey was probably right, she should work on getting herself back into a place where she could pleasure herself and achieve an orgasm just as much as being broken or malfunctioning or being with Michael.

Cadey was snapping the data cables from her chest back into place and pushing the whole panel cover into its locks along her torso. Soon there was the faintest of whirring sounds as the internal systems resealed her chest plate. Once done there was little to no indication of a seam line or anything other than the perfectly smooth skin along and around her breasts.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and faced Cadey. Pulling her into a hug she thanked her step sister for the help and redressed herself before walking to the door. SHe looked over her shoulder and took a deep breath in.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Riley assured Cadey before winking and slipping out the door and into her own room.

Riley removed her clothes lazily, tossing them into the laundry hamper, whether they needed to be washed or not. She had too much on her mind at the moment to really focus on separating her laundry. It was rare that someone, even a budding artificial intellect like her, got such a clear cut and definitive glimpse into their own likes and dislikes. She wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it, but what she did know was that she wanted to talk it over with Michael. He would be back tomorrow, and she would invite him to spend the evening with her. Until then, she would begin a new evening ritual. No matter how long it took, she would make herself orgasm that night.

“Two and a half hours” Riley grumpilly commented to Cadey the next morning as she walked past her sister unit.

“Beg your pardon?” Cadey said, confused.

“I started retraining my A.I. last night. It took two and a half hours. I am down twelve percent on my recharge because I couldn’t plug in.”

Cadey only chuckled at her sister. It served her right for trying to go after something big like this right away. It had already been fairly late in the evening when the two of them had finished the work, another two and a half hours on top of that was late into the night. Or early in the morning if you looked at it that way. Either way, Cadey felt only moderately bad about giving her sister the information she needed only to have it be immediately used against her.

As Riley’s foot hit the bottom step, there was a knock at the door. It was the same pattern of four knocks that Michael would always do. The same tempo every time. Riley answered the door this time and, despite her artificial emotional processors making her look grumpy, with half lidded eyes and the smallest of frowns, seeing Michael immediately changed that. Her face brightened and she even stood up straighter, though not fast enough for Michael to not notice.

“Someone looks like they had a rough night. You okay babe?” Michael asked, stepping over the threshold and seamlessly into a hug. He kissed Riley on the crown of her head while her face was buried in his chest.

“Yeah, I just didn’t get to sleep until late.” Riley replied, using the more human vocabulary.

“Aww you poor thing. Maybe you should take a nap or something? I can come back later if you need to go lay down.” Michael replied, also mimicking the same human vocabulary. Alan had once warned him about a “sleeper mode” he had put into place on Riley at one point. It was almost never active, but he had let Michael know that should she ever slip into a more human vocabulary and mannerisms that he should follow along with her on it and let Alan know as soon as possible.

“No, I’m fine. I was just telling Cadey my battery is low, twelve percent lower than it should be. We were up doing sisterly things and I didn’t get a full recharge. And because of that my stupi A.I. is making me act all groggy and stuff.” Riley commented and then finished with a yawn.

“Ooh, I see. Well, hopefully this will go much quicker than yesterday and we can get you plugged in.” Michael offered.

“Yeah yeah.” Riley said with a wave of her hand over her shoulder as she shuffled towards the kitchen, leaving Michael and Cadey alone in the entryway.

“Sisterly things, huh?” Michael asked to no one in particular.

“Get your head out of the gutter.” Cadey said and followed after Riley.

Michael still smirked at the thoughts in his head.

The day passed fairly uneventfully and fairly silently. Tri-folding papers and stuffing them into an envelope, plastering on an address sticker and a stamp and then doing it over and over again. Riley’s mood dramatically increased as she was close to Michael and as her social programming allowed her to “wake up.” Cadey did the same work as Michael and Riley, stuffing envelopes and stamping them, though she did look up from time to time to see Riley smiling to herself or kissing with Michael. She thought of how sweet those two were to each other and even idly considered that, perhaps, she should look for a companion of her own. Maybe it would go a long way to retraining some of the behaviors in her own A.I.

The Trio finished their tasks an hour or two later, putting them right about at lunch time. Riley and Cadey didn’t need to eat, for obvious reasons, but there was still a fair amount of food in the house and Julie even made an appearance in the kitchen at lunch time. She was humming merrily to herself and offered to make Michael a sandwich since she was already making one for her husband. Never being one to turn down a free lunch, he let Julie make him some lunch.

For the remainder of the day Cadey, Riley, and Michael retreated to Riley’s room. It was a far cry from Cadey’s room. There were bright colors on as many surfaces as Alan and Julie had allowed her to paint. There were vibrant posters and art pieces on the walls and any flat, or mostly flat, surface housed some kind of nick knack or memento. Many of them had been given to her by Michael as souvenirs from trips to beaches or towns his family had vacationed to. Her closet was stuffed full or a number of outfits she had assembled over the years and her jewelry box was nearly as full.

Michael and Riley were sitting on their bed, Riley nestled into the crook of Michael’s arm and allowed her head to rest on his shoulder. Michael had managed to convince her to at least slip into a low power mode for a bit to reserve what was left of her power cell. She had complained, remarking that it was still at twenty three percent and that was more than enough to last until bedtime, but in the end he insisted that she conserve as much as possible. Michael’s hand rest easily on her tight, acid washed jeans, resting just atop her thigh. Cadey and Michael took the opportunity to chat a bit while Riley interjected every now and again with a comment or detail about a story one of the two would be telling. They hours slipped peacefully by and eventually Cadey excused herself, saying that Riley would be fully charged soon and the two of them would likely want their privacy.

Cadey was spot on in her guess. It was only about five minutes of quiet cuddling in bed before Riley’s eyes fluttered open and she yawned. One hand snaked its way up and under her shirt to unplug herself, while the other cradled Michael’s cheek and brought him in for a deep, sweet, and sensual kiss. Michael showed no objection to the movement and in fact slipped a hand into the space created between Riley’s red hair and her face. He laced his fingers into her synthetic hair and moved around until his hand was on the back of her head. He pulled her close for a deeper kiss and then reclined himself, taking Riley with him.

Riley lay on top of Michael, kissing him with an ever increasing eagerness and hunger. She knew that Michael’s mere presence would trigger any number of sexual programs to initiate themselves, and when her operating system received the request, there was no hesitation to allow it.

Riley spread her legs open and straddled Michael, pressing her hands against his chest she pushed herself upright. From there her hands dropped back to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and off of her body. She hadn’t bothered with a bra when she had woken up this morning and let her glorious naked upper body be displayed for Michael. His hands were on her, grabbing at her breasts. He held them in his hands as if they were a lost treasure that he had finally managed to get his hands on. He felt their weight, their softness, how her nipples puckered and hardened under his palms. Her groans only encouraged him.

The two returned to kissing, though Michael left his hands on her chest, massaging them every moment of the kiss. Their tongues, both organic and synthetic, tangled around each other in a small sensual dance that left both of them breathing hard. Minute after minute rolled past and as they did both managed to move and roll, shedding clothes as they did so until both lay completely nude under Riley’s blankets.

Michael was effortlessly hard the moment the pair crawled under her comforter, and his hand found its way to her slit, finding it already wet and ready. He assumed that it always would be, Riley had long ago told him that she had an immense amount of control over it and could manually lubricate herself if she really needed to. Michael always wanted to make sure though, all he ever wanted was for Riley to feel good and if he was the one to do that for her, then so much the better.

Michael rolled again, pushing Riley down below him and placing his hands on her knees, spreading her legs wide and positioning himself between her thighs. He was mere centimeters from inserting himself inside of her when he looked up and saw the look on Riley’s face. She was looking to the side, her lower lip pinched between her teeth. It was a look of mischief that Michael wasn’t unfamiliar with. It was the look she wore when she wanted Michael to do something specific, but she didn’t want to say it out loud. She wanted him to seek it out.

“I know that look little robot.” Michael said, his voice teasing. “What are you processing in there?”

“God I love it when you talk to me like that.” Riley said, her voice low, deep, and filled to the brim with lust. Michael leaned forward, kissing her forehead and then moving to her right ear before whispering.

“What? You like it when I talk to you like you’re a machine? Like you’re just a whole bunch of cables and wires and plastic all wrapped up in this pretty body?”

Riley was squirming and barely able to contain herself, she threw her arms around Michael and pulled him in for another deep passionate kiss and Michael took his cue. He pushed himself inside of Riley with ease and felt her whole body react. Her back arched and pushed her chest against Michael’s. Her hands curled into claws and dragged themself down his back. Michael pulled out just a little and then thrust back inside of her again, earning him a muffled moan. Again he pulled out a little and slid back inside of her and she groaned one again, filling his ears with the sweet sounds of her lewd pleasurable voice.

“Fuck, sorry, oh it jsut feels o god damn good.” Riley was saying, attempting to get Michael to stop enough to let her speak what she really wanted, but at the same time not wanting the incredible feelings to stop. She knew that what Cadey had told her was true, Michael reigned supreme in her preference files and it showed in how her entire body reacted to him.

“N-no stop. Let me..let me talk for a second.” Riley finally managed to get out after a dozen more gentle, but increasingly aggressive thrusts.

Michael stopped in an instant, panting and leaving himself inserted inside of her. She was also panting, bringing new fresh air to help cool her internal hardware.

“What’s wrong?” Michael said, his tone genuinely concerned, and Riley giggled at him for it.

“Nothing, nothing at all, I just..I wanted you to try something different.”

Michael raised an eyebrow at that. There were things they had talked about and never done before, some of them more mundane, others more exotic and some outright impossible if Riley wasn’t a robot.

“What did you have in mind?” Michael asked.

Riley held out her hand, letting her hand hang loosely from the wrist joint it was connected to. Michael instinctually took it and looked at Riley.

“Break it.” She said, her tone serious, curious, lustful, and hopeful.

“What?” Michael asked, clearly confused.

“I want you to break it. Just the hand. Just push it down towards the underside of my arm until it breaks off.” Riley explained.

Michael looked from Riley’s eyes, her face flush with red, down to the hand held in his own and then back. She wanted him to break her? To intentionally cause the girl he loved harm? He knew he could, Alan, himself, and Cadey could easily have fixed it, but there was more than just that. Alan told Michael to take care of Riley. Michael had seen her damaged, broken, malfunctioning, and in distress before and he never wanted to see it again. Moreover, he didn’t even know what Alan would think if he found out that Michael had intentionally broken his creation, his daughter.

“Babe, I’m- I can’t do that. I can’t hurt you like that.” Michael protested.

“It doesn’t hurt, you know that.” Riley pleaded.

“And your dad would straight up kill me.” Michael said.

“We can tell him it was an accident.” Riley offered.

“You’re a robot, he can just replay the video feed.” Michael explained.

“Dammit…”

“Riley, I love you, I’m never going to hurt you, even if you ask me to. I just- I can’t do that. Not to you.”

Riley crossed her arms over her chest, pouting and looking away. Michael knew she wasn’t mad that he wouldn’t do this for her, she was mad that she knew he was right.

“Fine, you and your stupid logic.” She said in a voice that was only mockingly angry.

Michael smirked, thrust inside of her again, and the evening resumed like nothing had happened. The pair made love for the next twenty minutes before Riley and Michael managed to orgasm at the same relative time. It was an act that left Michael breathless, and Riley smugly panting. Even her two and a half hours of self pleasure the night before only held a candle to the sensation she got from having sex with Michael. There truly was nothing like it, but there was something that had stuck in her mind. What if it could have been better. A broken wrist wasn’t going to disable her, not even close. She sighed, happy, content, and more than a little curious.

Michael cleaned himself up, redressed himself and looked at the time on his phone. It was later than he had thought and he let Riley know as much. He needed to get home, Riley pouted, but ultimately let him go with another long, lingering kiss.

Riley returned to her bed, watching the door and listening. She heard Michael leave, heard his car start and heard it drive down the road towards his house. She sighed, always a little sad to see him go, but she laid down in bed and reconnected the charging cable to the small port that she had opened in her wrist. She laid down and opened the command for her sleep program, but hesitated for a moment. Before she executed it she set an alarm for herself, sometime in the early morning, around two. Then executed the command, her eyes slipped closed, and she was offline.

Hours later Riley’s eyes snapped open and she was fully online again. She reached down and tugged the charging cable free of her wrist and let it fall back to its place on the ground next to her bed. She wished she knew how Cadey and her dad did that thing where they could ping online devices on their home network, rather than sneaking out of her room to see if anyone was awake. But, she did what she had to do.

Sneaking around her house wasn’t difficult for her, and it was only the barest of guesses if people were actually asleep. Cadey’s light wasn’t shining in the crack between the floor and the door, neither was her mom or dad’s and most importantly, there was no light in the lab either. Riley felt fairly confident that everyone was either offline or asleep, and felt comfortable to take the next step.

She returned to her room, silently closing the door and returning to her bed. She spread open her legs and slipped her fingers in between the already moistening folds there. She wasted little time before slipping a second finger into her artificial sex module and began the process of movign them in and out in an ever increasing rhythm. She let her artificial mind slip into the blissful feeling and did her best to ignore the temptation to open her monitoring software so she could see exactly what was happening, and where her arousal levels were. Riley spent some measure of time pleasuring herself, simply letting it happen without regard to time or how long she had been at it.

Riley, unfortunately, was the world's most impatient android.

She finally huffed and pulled her fingers out of her clit. Pouting and looking down at her own crotch, she threw her hands in that air and hissed “really?” Sucking in a deep breath and letting it out through her nostrils, she was almost ready to give up. She knew one thing that would work though, and if Michael wasn’t going to do it then she would.

Riley once again linked her artificial mind directly into her operating system and took control of her distress signaling systems. A failsafe she had discovered that was meant to alert Michael and Alan if she somehow broke or malfunctioned. It also controlled a lot of her human reaction to being damaged. In essence, she had just turned off her pain receptors and her self preservation features. With that, she returned to normal operation and replaced her hand against ehr vagainal assembly.

She rubbed her artificial clit for a few minutes, returning herself to the right mindset before suddenly stopping. She raised one hand in front of her, lifting her palm upwards towards the ceiling. She took her other hand, wet with her own juices, and began bending her hand back. The more she pressed the more she realized just how sturdy Alan had built her. In the end though, there was a sudan ping of metal. The skin along the underside of her wrist turned white as it stretched to its breaking point and then split in a jagged wandering break around her wrist.

A fountain of white and blue sparks illuminated the room as fiber optic cables and wires snapped and short circuited in front of her. Riley moaned at the sight of it. The spray of sparks subsided, but there were more than enough crossed wires to snap and spark in electric blue arcs. There was only a small amount of black smoke swirling up from some of the burn components inside of her wrist. None of that concerned her though.Riley watched as her hand spasmed and her fingers wiggled in response. The very last of the electrical life inside the mechanisms inside of her hand and fingers all wildly surged around. Soon it ended though, and her hand hung limp from what remained of her wrist.

Her remaining hand flew to her sex in an instant, pressing hard against it and pushing her fingers inside of herself once again. She held her broken wrist up in front of her, the delicate feminine hand dangling from the last shreds of artificial flesh and wiring that remained. There were more sparks and short circuits in her wrist that criss crossed in the cold darkness of her room. Riley was already feeling those pangs of sexual gratification on their way. She felt warmth spreading over her and the desire for more. She closed her eyes and drove hard against her clit, rubbing hard and fast. She opened her eyes again, taking in the view of her broken wrist and the shattered plastic bone-like core of it.

There was another small surge of power that was sent to her hand, perhaps an attempt to power it off and then back on in order to re-establish a connection. It didn’t work, but that was when her operating system stepped in. Despite all of the failsafes and reporting programs disabled, there were still some generic error messages built into her.

“Error, device not found. Please reconnect device.” She whispered into the cold empty room around her.

She bit into her lower lip, feeling more and more like a machine with that. She hadn’t made that statement on her own, her A.I. was uninvolved entirely and Riley knew it. She had just spewed the wording in an automated tone, and she loved it. She was craving more.

Her eyes drifted to her wrist again and saw that now her entire arm seemed to be swaying and almost vibrating as the mechanisms that controlled her arm struggled with the sudden influx of attention from her operating system. There was data and power and instructions all flying at a component of her body that, to her operating system, didn’t exist any more. She bit into her lower lip a little more and shuddered, her breath ragged.

Then it was time. She knew a sequence had been assembled and was ready to execute and she let it. She cried out, letting her hips buck against her hand and clamping her thighs shut over it. She breathed deeply and then fell back, reclining against her wall. SHe took deep breath after deep cooling breath, coming down from her orgasmic high as all the systems inside of her body began to return to normal. Except, of course, for her broken hand. It continued to spark and snap, clearly her operating system hadn’t automatically cut power to it, but that was alright, Riley sent her A.I. towards her operating system. Once the self preservation systems were back online, it would shut down and Riley would have to let Alan know that she had an accident.

She was declined. Her A.I. slammed up against a wall that had been erected around the operating system. No connections would be allowed until she was returned to a normal state. Riley began to panic, especially as she pulled up a number of her system statistics to try and find a way around the barrier. The short circuit had been gradually draining her power cell at an incredible rate. More and more of her internal power systems had been dedicated to her sexual activity and to trying to diagnose the damage, but ran into an issue when the correct programming wasn’t found. Her eyes physically went wide as she saw that she was currently looming at around five percent of her full charge, and it was dropping fast.

She hopped out of bed, her hand almost comically flopping on the end of her arm, still illuminated by a series of constant sparks that arced across exposed and frayed wires. She tried to decide which would be the better option, or more accurately which would get her in less trouble. She could wake up Cadey, who would surely scold her for damaging herself even though she had promised not to, or she could wake up her father and try and explain what had happened. Neither offered a good option, and she opted to try and wake up Cadey, she was closer, and was less likely to scold her too much.

Her arm was now shaking and spasming in rapid and sudden movements. It hadn’t concerned her before, but that was because she also wasn’t paying close enough attention to it. Her entire body was shaking at this point. It was becoming increasingly more difficult for her to actually move as her legs were shaking from the spreading, sweeping, wave of malfunctions. All of her systems were diverting power and processor cycles to attempt to understand and repair the broken component. Even her head was beginning to twist from side to side.

“D- damage de- detected- ted- plea- please repair- error. Device n- n- not found. Found. P- please re-” Riley was muttering and her operating system registered it as another spike in her sexual response. Her legs tried to press together and her hand twitched towards her crotch again, but stopped as another set of instructions swept in and jerked her hand in the opposite direction. She looked towards the door, holding out her good hand towards it and attempted to take another step forward.

She never made it to the door. Her operating system recognized that she was at a critical power level and forced an immediate shut down. It scanned the room for other humans, and decided that there was little to no threat of her being discovered here. So, Riley powered off. She crumpled to the ground in a naked heap. Her legs and arms falling in an unnatural position. The electrical sparking in her wrist had stopped, but so had everything else.

Riley hadn’t been the only robot in the house that night that had gotten curious about the implications of a mixture of sexual activity and robotic damage. Cadey had been mulling over the information she had gathered from Riley all day long, wondering if there was some merit to it. Her own artificial mind worked very differently from Riley, as most people’s personalities varied from one person to the next.

Cadey approached the information from an analytical standpoint. She had originally been built and programmed to gather information and report it back to her manufacturer, and even with Alan’s expert tweaks and modifications, there was still a large portion of that programming lingering inside of her. She saw a piece of information and had to know more about it. She wasn’t about to ask Riley for more information because she knew it would trigger her to actually damage herself, and not safely either. So, Cadey knew what had to be done.

Once everyone turned in for the night, she settled into her own bed, shedding the old athletic shorts she used for pajama bottoms, though deciding to leave her tank top on. She scooted herself under her blankets and lay comfortably on the pillow before she moved her hand down and over the smooth, hairless sexual module she had installed. Her fingers followed the curvature of it and came to rest against her slit and got to work. Much like Riley she swirled her fingers round and round, gently working them into herself as the moments slipped past. Her eyes slid closed and she let out a long, low, breath as the pleasurable data began streaming into the processors inside of her body.

She was having no issues with the amount of sexual data that was flowing through her and she could easily see that there was a steady rising of arousal, but that wasn’t what was in question here. She needed to see if there was something inherently sensual and arousing about seeing another robot damaged, in particular herself. She suspected it might be true only because she had reached the same conclusion as Riley. When the two of them were fooling around and one or both of them began revealing more and more of their robotic parts, disconnecting a limb or operning a panel there was a definite spike in her sexual response. Maybe there was some merit to Riley’s desires, or maybe Cadey’s own sexual programming had been based on the same basic set of instructions as her sister’s had. She knew that there was a lot of crossover when she had allowed Alan to refresh her programming.

She continued to masturbate as she had done many many times before, letting the sexual data flow easily into her and then brought her free hand up just in front of her. She gently pulled her other hand out of her wet folds and moved it to the top of her hand, digging her nails deep into her own flesh. Her mouth hung open and her brow furrowed, a normal response that would have looked like pain to anyone else, but Cadey knew it was just an automated process, she was only a machine and didn’t actually “feel” anything.

With a small section of the skin pulled away she could see the intricate amount of wiring and mechanisms inside of her hand and found a small blue colored wire. She tugged at it just enough to raise it out of her hand. She then resumed her fingering, driving back inside of herself and stimulating the artificial clit inside of her sex. Once she felt like she was falling back into a rhythm, she brought her free hand up to her mouth, placing the wire in between her teeth, and then she ground down onto the wire until it was severed.

Her vision flooded with warnings about it, not that she needed them, she could see the results. Her fingers curled and twisted in a wild dance as power and data were erratically dispersed. Cadey blinked twice in rapid succession as she watched her own hand spasming in wild jolts of movements. Her head stiffly tilted to one side as she did so and her artificial mind realized that she hadn’t requested that movement. She also became aware that she was still eagerly plunging her fingers in and out of herself and that it was, indeed, a massively erotic feeling.

“Alert, illegal device disconnection detected.” Cadey muttered aloud. “Failure of device. Please service this device. This- this- this unit will now. Error. Service required. Please return this unit to a designated service facility. To re- to re- re- repair- pair.”

Cadey shook her head for a second, reconnecting and realigning her artificial intellect with her operating system and clearing out the warnings as quickly as she was able to. It took time, primarily because her processor core was utilizing a massive amount of her internal resources and struggling to keep her operational, speak the deeply embedded commands to return to a repair facility, and to process the influx of raw sexual data. Once the error were cleared and her CPU had more available cycles the sexual build up came crashing in like a tsunami.

Cadey legs clamped together hard over her hand as the internal pump system filled her slit with orgasmic levels of fluids and lubricant. Her mouth hung open and she silently cried out as her breath came in long deep gasps. The overwhelming amount of sudden pleasure caused her entire body to shake and shudder, wobbling her legs as she felt her fingers automatically sliding in and out of her sex module rapidly, attempting to get the maximum amount of pleasure.

Once her eyes opened again and her breathing subsided, Cadey realized that her hand now hung limply from her wrist. A quick body scan let her know that power had been automatically cut to the damaged module, but that hadn’t stopped the visual and system wide realization that she might actually like the damage just as much as Riley. She bit into her lower lip at that, realizing that she needed to proceed very carefully with her sexual encounters. The last thing she wanted was to become dependent on damage and malfunction to execute an orgasm.

She slipped out of bed and pulled on her shorts again before moving to the bathroom. She cleaned herself up as well as she could for only having a single working hand at the moment. She then slipped down to the robotics lab that Alan had set up in the spare bedroom across the hall from the master bedroom. It was far more cluttered these days with all the additional equipment that had been in Cadey’s room.

Repairing the severed wire inside of her hand was an easy enough task, at least usually it was. Attempting to solder together two ends of a broken wire with only one hand proved to be more of a challenge than she would have liked, but Alan had everything she needed. A pair of articulated clamps held the two halves of the wire together while she managed to get a sloppy blob of solder on the wire. Once done, she instructed her operating system to reconnect to her damaged hand and found that, with the exception of a warning about a skin laceration, everything was working as expected.

Cadey pressed the two portions of skin back together and applied a layer of the skin sealing paste that Alan kept well stocked in the lab. It would take hours to dry, but Cadey could recharge while that happened and then smooth it down to perfection in the morning. She returned to her room, glancing at Riley’s door and content that she saw it was dark. She was hopeful that her sister would take her advice and leave some things unexplored.

“Have you seen Riley this morning?” Julie mentioned as she set Alan’s breakfast down in front of him. Cadey rarely sat at the breakfast table, but was positioned nearby, a book in hand. It was nearly eight in the morning and Riley was generally up by now, a fact that immediately set Cadey on edge.

“I can’t seem to ping her systems, so I was wondering if she left to go see Michael or something.” Julie added.

“I can go check on her.” Cadey offered and didn’t wait for a confirmation from the family. She set her book down on the sofa and got to her feet. She knocked softly on Riley’s door a few times. When there was no answer she cracked the door open, whispering Riley’s name softly into the early morning light. When there was no answer Cadey pushed the door open all the way.

She sighed, somehow knowing exactly what she would find. She knelt down next to Riley and looked her over for a moment before seeing her wrist. Her hand was broken and folded under her arm. It would have been very easy to assume that Riley had collapsed for some reason and fell on her hand the wrong way, breaking it and powering her down. Of course, it was also just as easily explained that she had snapped her wrist herself in an effort to get the ultimate orgasm the night before, and Cadey suspected she knew which of the two scenarios was true. She also knew which one she was going to relay to Alan.

“Dad, you might wanna come here and help me.” Cadey called out into the house, summoning Alan and Julie a matter of moments later.

“What the-” Aland muttered as he came in and knelt down next to Cadey, examining his daughter.

“It looks like she might have slipped and damaged her arm here, it might have just kicked in the auto shut down and emergency alerts.” Cadey mentioned, hoping that it would be enough to convince Alan.

“I don’t think I have any alert, do you honey?” Alan said, fishing his phone from his pocket and looking over his shoulder at his wife. She shook her head and Alan unlocked his phone, opening an app and scrolling through it. “Nope, I don’t have anything.”

“Maybe it was so sudden that she shut down without sending the alert?” Cadey said.

“It’s possible, I’ve seen that before. I really should get a secondary module built with independent power for that kind of thing. Uh, Cadey can you get her down to the lab and we’ll see what we can do.”

The repairs weren’t exactly difficult. Alan ended up disconnecting Riley’s entire forearm and replacing it with a spare that he had made. Limbs were an easy repair, but time consuming, so it made more sense to have a small stock on hand and replace and repair as needed. Cadey assisted him, as she always did, and once the repair had been finished she suggested that they might want to look into her log files to find out exactly what had caused the initial problems. She secretly hoped that Alan would stumble into the same information she had the night before, and would correct it. Cadey knew that Riley would, in no way, be able to actually control some of her more impulsive nature and if anyone could correct that, it would be Alan.

Alan would spend the next several hours gently poking his way through Riley’s log files, and as Cadey had hoped, stumbled upon the log files from the night before. There was a large amount of muttering and mumbling from Alan as he scrolled through those log files. He was making notes on a notepad and Cadey could hear the amount of heavy sighs he let out. Cadey attempted to stay focused on her own task of gently smoothing out the silicone based flesh paste she had smeared on her hand the night before. She sincerely hoped that Alan didn’t look at her while she picked at the small protrusions.

“Well, I think I found the problem.” Alan said at last.

“Oh yeah, what happened?” Cadey asked.

Alan spun on the stool he had been sitting on and faced Cadey. There was a redness to his face, somewhere between embarrassed and upset.

Well, it looks like she, uh, she likes to be damaged while. Well, while, you know.” Alan sputtered, no one ever wanted to talk about their robotic daughters sexual preferecens.

“While having sex?” Cadey offered. Alan could only nod in affirmation.

“That can’t be healthy for her.” Cadey commented, attempting to convince her operating system to make her voice sound as nonchalant as possible. “So, do we just trim that out of there, or..?”

“No, goodness no. Who knows what that would do. I’m not even skilled enough to do that.”

Cadey blinked once and was taken aback. In her eyes Alan was skilled enough to do anything with a robot. He had made two of them from scratch so far and programmed them so well that they blended in with society without any kind of problem.

“That’d be like trying to do neuro surgery with a chisel and hammer. No, I think the best thing to do is to talk her out of it and encourage her to learn how to control these kinds of urges. You know, learn to work around them.” Alan commented.

“Like a human would?” Cadey offered.

“Yes, exactly. Riley, and you too, are basically learning machines to the point that I can’t program something into, or out of, your head without it having some kind of long-lasting repercussions. And I’m not about to do that to my two daughters.” Alan said with such sincerity that Cadey found her artificial mind processing an emotional response she hadn’t encountered before. It was all new to her, but she didn’t want to process it here or now, because she knew exactly what it was. She saved the state of her response, logged it away and set a reminder to parse it later.

She and Alan agreed that Riley’s best course of action was to simply learn. They finished reassembling her arm and plugged her in for a full recharge cycle. Alan and her would bring Riley back online the next day and have a conversation with her. In the meantime, Cadey returned to her room, her hand finally looking normal again. She sat down on the edge of her bed and took in a deep breath. She resumed the saved state of her emotional response from earlier and let all of it flow into her A.I.

Her face fell to her hands and she cried. She didn’t exactly have tear ducts, and was grateful for it. She wouldn’t have known what to do with tears anyway. She felt deep gasps of air coming into her and then seeping out as short, quiet sobs. Her A.I. struggled to understand why this was happening, crying was marked as an action tied to so many other database entries, but this was all new. She unwittingly reached out to the internet for more information, conjuring specific search terms to try and narrow down something, anything, to classify this response. Her operating system found the information at last, tagged it and filed it away before alerting her A.I. about what it had found.

Cadey had just, for the first time in her existence, experienced the love of a parent.

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Bits and Pieces

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==Part 1==
There was a sharp knock on the door, followed impatiently by another round of rapid knocks. Ethan had only been in a room a few paces from the front door, but the third round of knocks had already started. Ethan opened the door a little faster than he should have and managed to barely cover the look of surprise at the speed he had opened the door with. He was greeted by an impatient looking delivery man holding out a tablet to him.

"Delivery for Ethan Halks. Thumb print verification please" the delivery guy drawled in the exact opposite tone of his impatience. His leg twitched up and down almost involuntarily as he leaned up against the hand truck holding up a 4 foot tall cardboard box, slightly crumpled at the edges. Atop the large box sat another significantly smaller box wrapped in yellow tape declaring "fragile" every few inches, it was also slightly crumpled at the corners. Ethan looked over the invoice for only a second before realizing what he had just received and quickly pressed his thumb against the tablet until it dinged its approval.

"Thanks. Have a nice day" and before he could return the farewell the delivery man had removed his hand truck and was half way back to his delivery van. On any other day Ethan would be tempted to fantasize about calling in and reporting the stellar service he had just received, but not today.

He grabbed the smaller box and brought it in to his rather spartan apartment and set it on the couch. He then dragged the large box into his apartment and all the way down the short hall to the room he had come from just a few minutes earlier. He closed the front door and took out a cell phone and began dialing.

"Hey Sara, its Ethan. I just got the last pieces. When you get off tonight why don't you come over. I'll probably have her assembled by then. See you tonight sweetie."

Ethan hung up and walked back to what could only be classified as a lab. Two walls were devoted to holding cheap wire shelves stacked with boxes labeled with sharpie. Cables, bits of circuitry, and blocky metallic components of all sized stuck out of the boxes. One shelf held several more interesting parts. Hands that stopped at the wrist with cables spilling out of them. Three long slender arms, one of which had a section of skin missing, exposing a tangled mess of cables and circuitry below it. Legs, feet, a clear plastic bin with fingers and toes, and several pairs of perfectly shaped breasts. On the top shelf were two gorgeous female heads a long black haired beauty and a pixie cut red-head, their necks ending in a recessed silver cap with a solid looking tube and several wires dangling out of it.

The red-head's eyes were closed and a vague smile graced her lips. She looked almost like she had just fallen asleep. The dark haired head however was less peaceful. There was a look of concern on her face, like someone who had just been told that they were being fired from a favorite job. Her lips were parted ever so slightly. One eye was open and her dark brown eye looked dim. Her other eye was missing completely. The socket open but several wires dangled out of it and rested lightly against her cheek bone.

Ethen backed into the room backwards, dragging the large box along with him. His back bumped into a large metal table in the middle of the room. He set down the large box as gently as he could, but ended up dropping it the last few inches in order to get his fingers out of the way in time. He let out a breath and turned around.

On the table, arranged in their approximate locations, were a set of smooth, lightly tanned legs. Each foot ended in a set of perfectly pedicured toes. A set of arms lay with palms up, currently balled up into a fist. Each component had the same sunken silver plates as the heads on his shelf, but the wires were all connected to a hub that was then connected to a laptop sitting in the center of the table. Right where a torso would sit.

Ethan leaned over the table to the laptop and typed a few commands into the command line console he had left open.

"Is it finally here?" A sugary sweet voice asked from across the room.

"Yep, but there's still a bit of work to be done" Ethan replied as he looked over at another desk. There were two monitors sitting there. Next to them, clamped around the neck was another head. Her blond hair trailing behind her in a ponytail. The cables hanging out of her neck were run to a similar looking hub that was connected to a desktop below the desk. As soon as he pressed enter both hands relaxed into a neutral position. Ethan tapped enter on the keyboard, as soon as he did both fists unclenched. When they were Ethan began disconnecting each one and bundled up the wires.

"Is this one for me?"

Ethan placed the mess of wires on a shelf "nope, I'm afraid you aren't compatible with this one"

"Oh, that's too bad, well is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yeah there is, two things actually."

"Of course! I would be happy to do anything for you"

Ethan had to chuckle, "I know you would, you're programming wont let you be anything but helpful."

"That's me! Programmed to serve. I only wish I had a body so I could do more for you" she winked, but Ethan was huddled over a tool box gathering up all that he needed.

"Naughty naughty Cassandra. What did you say you were programmed for again?"

"Before you modified me I was a maid, then I was sold as a stripper to-"

"Yeah I know, it was a rhetorical question. Can you start compiling Kate's personality, then I am going to need you to eject your face plate and shutdown."

"Absolutely, am I to assume you weren't able to find a replacement set of eyes for Kate?"

"That's correct, she'll be using yours."

"How disappointing, I won't get to see Kate power up. She is compiling now."

Suddenly Cassandra's face lost all expression, her eyes closed and slid forward an inch with a slight mechanical whir.

Ethan grabbed her face and push in to her cheekbones with his thumb while holding the back of her face with the rest of his fingers. It popped free and Ethan set it aside. Next he took a thin, but sturdy metal rod, about the thickness and length of a large paperclip. "Some things never change" Ethan muttered to himself as he slid the rod into a small hole where Cassandra's tear ducts would have been. After a second of fumbling there was a click from within Cassandra's head and her eyeball jerked forward slightly. Ethan repeated the process for the other eye. He set aside the rod and picked up a pair of needle-nose pliers. He gingerly tugged the eyeballs out just far enough to reach the pliers in and disconnect the attached wires. He then slid the eye out. The whole unit was easily the length of his index finger. A central bundle of tightly packed circuit boards all arranged on a central post. Several connection points lined the boards. Ethan set the green eyes down on the desk and began unhooking the wires in Cassandra's neck. Once he had he loosened the clamp and took her head and face over to the shelves where he placed them both next to the red-head.

Ethan took the dark haired head over to the desk. He clamped it in enough to be held steady. He felt around behind her ear for a second before handing himself the metal rod again. He slid it into the hole behind her ear until there was a soft click and then he tugged her face off. He ejected the one remaining eye the same as he had for Cassandra and then gently connected and slid the replacements into place. Ethan picked up the head and face plate and walked over to the table and set it approximately where it should be. Ethan snapped the face back on and smiled down at it.

From across the room Ethan's computer dinged to signal that the files were done being compiled. He pulled out a pocket knife and slit open the small box and pulled out two 8 inch long circuit boards. They were densely packed with an array of chips with individual liquid cooling systems. There were also dozens of open ports running along the top of the cards. Ethan spent the next five minutes connecting the two cards together with varying length and colored cables. When the ports on the tops of the cards were finally connected to each other in a lattice of colored cables Ethan hooked a single USB cable into his computer and began a transfer of the Kate personality files that Cassandra had started.

The estimated fifteen minutes gave Ethan time to turn around and open the large box he had dragged in. As soon as the packing tape was split open Ethan took a deep breath and pulled open the cardboard, hoping that the idiot delivery driver had only damaged the box and not its contents. He opened the box to see it filled with cheap packing peanuts and not the sturdy form fitting foam he had been hoping for. He brushed them aside and found what he had hoped for.

A slim, smooth, womanly torso rest gently inside the box. Just above the collar bone there was a short stump of a neck with a few connection wires sticking out of it. One of them was frayed at the end and looked like there had been some electrical damage to it.

"That explains why you were so cheap." Ethan grumbled. The danger of buying robot parts second hand is that you never can quite tell what you're getting. Ethan frowned a little. Fixing the wire wouldn't be difficult, he had a spare and within a few minutes he had pulled out the old cable and replaced it. The arms were cut off just past the shoulder and the legs below the hips. Ethan snorted just a little when he looked at the chest though. The previous owner had been kind enough to keep the entire frontal panel. Just below the collar bone down to just above the vagina gaped open.

"This one must have had some sweet tits if that's the only thing that the last guy wanted to keep."

Ethan glanced over at the shelves. No matter, he had some replacements. He grabbed the torso just under the shoulders and lifted it out and set it on the table. All the pieces were here, but bits and pieces doesn't equal a robot. Ethan began connecting wires from the top of the legs into the matching cable connections on the legs, then arms, and eventually the head. The connections to the head involved a little more work since it required connecting a rubber tube and cinching it tight to prevent leaks. In the limited amount of space between the top of the torso and the bottom of the head his fingers had to try several times to make all the connections.

Once everything was connected Ethan walked to the shelves and looked through a few boxes before he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a small, but deceptively heavy cylinder and walked back to the table. Ethan pushed a few wires inside the chest out of the way and slid the cylinder horizontally inside. It rest just behind where her breasts would eventually be. Dangling out of the front of the cylinder was a standard power outlet cable, Ethan grabbed a power strip and plugged it in and then ran it over to the table. He pulled a short length of cabling from the cylinder and held it just above the power strip.
"Ok baby, lets hope a burnt actuator cable was the only thing wrong with you." And he plugged in the cable.

Ethan heard the soft whir of fans spinning and a sharp crack. Ethan spun around in time to see tufts of packing peanuts go flying out of one of the many cooling fans. He let out a breath. He let her run for a minute just to make sure all was well. He noted that as he watched her the small red light on the power cylinder turned yellow. One third charged. Ethan reached inside just below the neck for a second until he found a small button. He rested his finger on it then placed his other hand under the head, taking care to sweep her long black hair out of the way. He pressed the button and felt a gentle tug on the head and watched the wires and rubber tubing begin to retract towards the body. He guided the head into place where it finally clicked and locked. The seam was still noticeable, and the skin tones were ever so slightly off, but he knew her automated pigmentation systems would correct both of those. He began the same process for the arms and legs, each one softly clicking into place.

Ethan kicked the large box out of the way and checked his computer. It was just finishing the transfer. He waited for a few more seconds until it finished then disconnected the boards. He spun around to the table and set the double cards down next to her head. He began pushing wires and sealed plastic bags and tubing out of the way. Once he had a clear path he grabbed the cards and clicked them both in place in her abdomen. He began piling wires and tubes back in the approximate place where he had moved them from.

"Now the hard part, what kind of rack do I want to have on her. Tough call right Cassandra?" Ethan looked around wondering why there was no response. "Oh, right. Well, enjoy your nap. Still, company is needed. C'mere Alexa." Ethan reached up and took down the red-head and clamped her head into the mount by his computer and hooked her up. He punched in a few commands on the computer and Alexa's eyes fluttered open.

"Alexa now online. Initializing human emulation software...loading...loading...this unit is ready for human emulation, would you like to continue?" Alexa droned in a sweet but monotone voice.

"Yes" Ethan said standing over the head. Hands resting on his hips looking down at her.
Alexa drew a sharp breath as if she had just woken up suddenly. Her eyes flicked left and right before looking up at Ethan. A seductive smirk crossed her lips.

"Another body-less blow-job Ethan? You dirty boy." She said, obviously enjoying the thought of such a thing happening.

"Not right now beautiful. I need your keen eye for sexy things. Kate's torso arrived, but its got boobs. Can't have that now can we?" Ethan stepped aside so that Alexa had a view of the android laying on the table.

"Mmm, she's a beauty. Maybe if I'm a real good girl you'll let Kate and I play?"

"Focus." Ethan said mockingly.

"Sara would let me."

"Sara would join in and I wouldn't see any of you for days."

"Hmmmm, that sounds nice"

"Rope it in you little deviant."

Alexa let out a little whimper. "Fine, but if I help you with this you have to let me play with your new toy some time soon."

"Deal."

Alexa squealed her delight. "Ok big boy, hold up your hands."

"What, why?" Ethan held up his hands.

"I heard once that any more than a handful..."

Ethan rolled his eyes.

"I suggest something in a C cup. Pick on with perky nipples, I like those."

Ethan was on his way over to his parts shelf. "They aren't for you." He called over his shoulder.

"Sara likes them too."

Ethan glanced over his shoulder at the little red haired head mounted on his desk. She was smiling and lifting her eyebrows. Ethan turned back to the shelves and found some nice rounded C sized breasts with perky nipples. He turned around and held them up.

"Hmm, they look OK, but I'm afraid I'm gonna need to run a tongue over them real quick. You know, just to be sure."

Ethan let out a sigh.

"Girl's gotta try at least."

Ethan leaned the breasts and the skin colored panel they were attached to against the table. He walked to the computer and began typing.

"Don't forget, you made a deal, I want a shot at those tits"

"Good night Alexa." Ethan punched enter. Alexa's eyes closed and the same vague smile crossed her lips. Ethan placed her back on the shelves. He picked up the chest panel and set about connecting both pieces to the torso. The elaborate hinge was the most time consuming, after that it was dozens of wires and sensor modules to connect. After nearly half an hour it was finally done. Ethan closed the chest and couldn't resist. He ran his hands over the breasts and had to admit, they were the perfect size, he even begrudgingly admitted to himself that he liked the perky nipples. He glanced up at Alexa and could have sworn her smile was just a little bit bigger.

Ethan grabbed the metal rod and with two fingers began feeling abound the sternum. He found the small blemish in the skin and inserted the rod all the way down to the handle before he felt the small internal button. He pushed it and quickly pulled out the tool. After a few seconds he saw Kate’s eyes open, staring straight up. He heard her inhale through her nose and saw her chest being to rise and fall.

“Starting first boot system checks. New devices found, scanning for drivers…scanning…drivers found. Head module ready for use. Left arm module ready for use. Right arm module ready for use. Left leg module ready for use. Right leg module ready for use. Sexual systems ready for use. Core personality module ready for use. All systems fully operational. Ready to begin human emulation software. Would you like to continue?”

Ethan smiled, it had worked. He had finally built a functional android from just parts. He savored the moment, then said “yes”
Kate’s eyes closed briefly, then opened back up as if waking up from a nap. She turned her head and looked at Ethan and smiled. She swung her body around and dangled her legs over the edge. With little effort she hopped down and Ethan noticed the pleasant jiggle of her breasts as her feet made contact with the floor.

As soon as she was off the table she sprang at Ethan and wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. As she did she let out a small squeal of delight. Ethan returned the embrace and took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her flesh under his hands. It was cool, but her knew it wouldn't be for long. It felt soft and wonderful, just like he had hoped it would be weeks ago when he had ordered the torso.

Kate released the hug and took the closeness to Ethan to plant a kiss on his lips. He wasn't expecting it but quickly melted into it. As it continued it quickly became a more passionate kiss. Kate slid her tongue inside of Ethan's mouth and found it was oddly dry. That's when he remembered he hadn't given her any fluids when he was assembling her, that was going to make what he had planned for the day a little more difficult. For now though he simply enjoyed the feeling of having Kate's nude body pressed closely against his and the feeling of her skin under hand.

After a few more minutes of kissing Ethan pushed away enough to gaze into her eyes.

"I forgot your fluids" Ethan said slightly out of breath.

"That's going to make a few things difficult"

"My thoughts exactly"

"Well, open up and I'll top you off"

Ethan left the room and headed to the bathroom. He grabbed several bottles of various sizes and labels. Some KY brand android sex lube, some over the counter cherry flavored saline solution for saliva, and a small bottle of artificial tears. When Ethan returned Kate was just detaching her face plate from her skull, her entire chest had already been hinged open. Her legs were spread in a wide, but stable stance. Ethan always loved the sight of a beautiful woman with panels open, cables running from inside her body onto the panel of artificial flesh. Kate skillfully placed her face on a built in hook inside the left half of her now open chest cavity.

"God you're beautiful." Ethan said as he walked over to her. With her face removed she wasn't able to articulate words, but she pressed her fingers and thumb together in front of her to make a heart. Ethan smiled at the gesture then opened the bottle of artificial tears and set it on the table. He unscrewed a small cap located directly between Kate's eyes and began filling it with the tears. Next he filled a small hard plastic container with the cherry saline that was mounted to the inside of her right chest panel. Ethan took out the rod tool and pushed in to a small port above her vagina. It clicked free and began sliding out. Ethan caught it quickly and gently glided the whole module free. The whole thing was twelve inches long and consisted of a large array of rollers connected to servos. "For my pleasure" Ethan thought to himself as he looked at it. Ethan uncapped a long slender tank that ran the whole length of the component. He tipped what remained of the container into it. He screwed the cap back on and slid the sex assembly back into place.

"Alright, you're full, go ahead and put your face on."

Kate reached over and glided her face back into place with an unnatural amount of grace and elegance. Once it clicked onto the ejection post she let her hands fall to her side as her face slid the final inch back to her skull. A slight mechanical whirring could be heard up until her face sealed against the rest of her head. She opened her eyes and blinked several times while moving her mouth and tongue around to get the fluids pumping. She reached up her hands and placed them on her breasts and was about to start pushing when Ethan held out a hand and said "whoa, hang on there. I like you like this."

A sly smirk crossed her face, "oh you like this eh?" She said, gesturing at the mass of wires and circuits inside of her. "And here I thought you just assembled us machines. I never would have guessed you were into us." She said, her words dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, to be honest I would like to be a little more into you, if you catch what I mean."

Kate tilted her head slightly and her tone became flat, "No, if you were in me more it might damage my systems as well as cause you injury"

"Wh-no I meant that-" Ethan stammered

Kate's playful smile once again played across her face "gotcha."

"I should have seen that coming"

"Why don't you hop up on the table and show me how into me you want to get."

"With pleasure!" Ethan said as he shed his shorts and boxers and hopped up onto the table.

"That's why you built me, isn't it?"

Under normal circumstances for a woman to climb on top of a table and then on top of a man laying there while their chest hung open would have taken an astronomical amount of strength, dexterity, and coordination. Kate managed to not only accomplish just that but also managed to look damn sexy while doing it. Ethan was already hard as granite by the time Kate had so much as began her ascent. As she lowered herself onto his dick he could see the small rollers on her vaginal module pulsate, moving the lubricant all over the thick formed latex lining inside of her vagina. Ethan had no trouble getting inside of her, she was as smooth and silky inside as she was out. Her lips split easily and welcomed him in. As Kate began slowly lowered herself down into a missionary position Ethan propped himself up slightly. Kate began rolling her hips in a slow steady rhythm, Ethan let his gaze roam over her form. The sturdy chassis that her many circuit boards, tubes, wires and cars were all secured. He could see his own penis inside of her vaginal module, moving back and forth in the same rhythm as Kate's hips.

He ran his hands over the edge of her open panel. Kate's whole body shivered as he did.

"Mmmm, thats some stimulation I didn't know I would like. Do it again, touch something inside of me."

Ethan reached inside of her and stroked a few of the low importance circuits. Kate let out a moan of extacy. Ethan knew she hadn't felt a thing, there were no tactile sensors inside of her, but her programming and her A.I. Had told her that she liked the "feeling" of it. Ethan knew that this machine was only doing what that set of double personality cards was telling her to do. Ethan liked it that way. He grabbed her hips and begun thrusting her deeper and faster. Without missing a beat Kate matched his thrusts with her whole body. She arched her back and cried out in pleasure. She reached up and held the hinged panels of her open cavity in place so that they didn't accidentally swing closed improperly.

It didn't take too long before both Ethan and Kate were moaning with pleasure as Ethan exploded inside of her. When he did he could feel The whole of her vagina massage his penis. It rolled gently down the length of his shaft and then back up. Several more times did she do this, each time Ethan jerked with renewed pleasure.

"You better close up, Kate. Don't want to get anything else inside of you."

"Oh fine, I like seeing you that happy, and I know seeing what I am makes you that happy. Besides, I kinda like seeing my own circuits as well." Kate replied. She put a hand on each breast and glided her chest panels into place and clicked them into place. She took a moment to look down at herself and massage her breasts briefly. "Nice choice on my tits, I like these." She rolled her nipples between her fingers for a moment then lifted herself off of Ethan and back onto the floor.

Ethan walked to the bathroom to clean himself up a bit. As he did he called back up the hall, "Hey Kate, what's your power level at?"

"22%"

"You better plug in. Sara is going to want to meet you and you are going to need some juice for that. Might as well put on some clothes too. You're about Sara's size, grab something from the closet."

"Do I have to?" Kate whined.

"Yes, what if a client drops by?"

"Ugh, fine. Way to be a kill joy."

Ethan rolled his eyes, and jotted down a note on a nearby notepad. "Turn down sass on Kate" it read in his scrawling handwriting.

Kate walked in a few minutes later wearing a long black skirt, Ethan assumed no panties, and a simple orange tank-top. Ethan noticed her nipples were easily visible beneath her top. She walked over to the power strip by the table and picked it up. She carried it with her over to the computer desk. She stood up straight and exhaled through her nose, as she did a small square panel flipped down just over her right breast. Kate reached two fingers inside of herself and pulled out the wall plug for her power unit. She pulled it out to a length that would reach the desktop. She set the power strip on the desk next to the head mount and plugged herself in.

"Shut down too, you'll charge faster" Ethan said, he was leaning against the door post.

"You just want to touch me without me talking back." She said and winked at him.

"Maybe so."

"Good night Ethan, see you later." She closed her eyes and Ethan stared at her for just a moment. Before moving on to clean up his lab.

The next several hours passed slowly. Ethan cleaned up the boxes and packaging, put away the tools, and began browsing online for parts. Cassandra needed a set of eyes, and he looked for another torso for Alexa. A sexual deviant she may be, but with the right set of curves she would be a lot of fun.

Eventually Ethan heard a key in the front door and Sara came in. Standing at just above five feet tall, she had shoulder length brown wavy hair which was currently tied up in a messy bun. She was wearing a "Pizza 'Spress" T-shirt and yoga pants. She walked over to the small kitchen bar and dropped a pizza box on it.

"Dinner is served" she declared. "Hi babe, hows the new addition?" Ethan spun around in his chair and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"She's good. I have her charging in the lab."

"You tested her out yet?"

"Yep. She's, ahem, fully functional."

Sara laughed genuinely, "you cad! Taking advantage of a freshly assembled android! She didn't know any better. If I had been here I would have shown her what a sophisticated person would act like!"

"Yep, you're a real classy lady."

Sara giggled as she walked away. She sauntered up the hall to the bathroom. A moment later Ethan saw a bundle of clothes go flying out the door and the sound of the shower running. Ethan got up and collected Sara's clothes and tossed them in the laundry then went into the bathroom to watch his girlfriend shower. He entered about the time that Sara was soaping up her shapely breasts. Noticing Ethan she put a little extra vigor into her scrubbing and massaging. Sara finished her shower and began toweling herself off.

"Alright mister, I'm clean now. Do I get to meet Kate?"

"Your date awaits madam" Ethan said sweeping his hand towards the lab and bowing low. Sara laughed and kissed Ethan's forehead. "Join me, wont you kind sir." She said as she walked past him.

Ethan followed behind Sara, mostly to enjoy the view of her ass as she walked to the lab. She walked straight over to Kate and began running a hand up Kate's arm and over the features of her face.

"Who's eyes did you end up using?" Sara asked as she turned to look at Ethan.

"Cassandra. She was bummed that she didn't get to see Kate's first boot."

"I can see why, she's amazing. Good job Ethan."

"Same to you, you did a good job programming her personality. Oh, you'll need to make her a little less sassy though. Maybe later tonight you can recode it?"

"I'm offended, my code is flawless. You just need to loosen up. Although I guess I can build in another profile modifier specifically for you that will make her less sarcastic to you."

"Sure, uh, you're the expert."

"Don't you forget it." Sara said planting her fists on her hips.

Sara turned back to Kate and disconnected the power cable. She gave it a quick tug and it began zipping back inside of Kate. Once it was secured back in place Sara pressed a button on the power module inside of Kate's open panel.

Kate inhaled through her nose, signaling that she was turning on. Sara flipped the open panel closed and took a step back to stand next to Ethan. Ethan put a hand around Sara's waist and tugged her a little closer to his side, earning him a smile from Sara. Thirty seconds later Kate's eyes opened and she grinned at the pair standing in front of her.

"You must be Sara." Kate said looking into Sara's eyes. "I love your eyes!"

Sara blushed a little, she had heterochromia, granting her one dark brown eye and one crystal blue.

"Thanks, I like yours too." Sara replied.

"Remind me to thank Cassandra for them later."

Kate too a step forward and placed her hands on either side of Sara's face and drew her in for a gentle lingering kiss. "I'm glad they are being used to look at someone so beautiful, Sara." Sara leaned back in and began a passionate kiss with Kate. As she did she ran her hands around Kate's hips and over her perfectly shaped butt. After a quick squeeze, she slid her hands under the elastic waist band and guided Kate's skirt down past her hips and let it tumble to the floor. Ethan's suspicions were confirmed, Kate hadn't bothered with panties.

Ethan watched the two continue to kiss and paw at each other. Meanwhile he slipped out of his pants and shirt. Kate had her tank top up and over her head and Sara had knelt down and was busy skillfully playing her tongue over Kate's nipples. Kate let out a deep, husky sigh as Sara placed a hand on Kate's other breast and began massaging it slowly. Ethan walked over and stood next to Kate just as she discarded her top and began kissing her passionately. Kate ran her fingers through Ethan's hair and held him firmly against her lips. Their tongues collided and began to dance around each other. Kate's hand grasped him gently around his shaft and started slowly pumping up and down. Ethan couldn't help but moan.

Kate gasped as Sara inserted two fingers inside the folds of Kate's vagina. Kate put a hand on the desk to help balancer herself and thrust her hips forward. Sara took her thumbs and spread Kate's lips and began flicking her tongue around the edges. Soon Sara flexed her tongue into a point and dived deep side of Kate. Greedily licking at anything she could find. She eventually found her way to Kate's artificial clit and played with it on the tip of her tongue until she could feel an influx of warm lubricant. Kate was cumming as best her systems would let her. Sara stood up, pleased with herself.

"Hey Kate, how about you let me borrow your head for a bit." Sara said lacing her fingers through Kate's hair. Kate and Ethan broke their kiss and looked at Sara. They both smiled. Kate lifted her hands to rest on her jaw. A thin seam line appeared encircling her neck then her head lifted an inch away from her body. Kate pulled upward and Ethan reached into the gap between her head and her neck and disconnected the connection wires.

"Head module disconnected. Remote module control activated. Remaining module power 100%. Resuming human emulation" Kate droned as soon as the last wire was disconnected.

"Oh! This is interesting. Alright Sara, lets have some fun!"

Sara held Kate's head in front over her and walked over by the shelves. Meanwhile Ethan lifted Kate's body onto the table and spread her legs. He easily guided himself inside of her and began thrusting. He looked up to see Sara leaning back at a nearly 45 degree angle against the wall, both hands holding Kate's head against her crotch.

The sight of his girlfriend being pleased by the machine he had just build was extremely arousing to Ethan. He kept pumping harder and harder as he watched Sara become more and more aroused. Kate was an expert at her craft, because within minutes Sara was only able to produce gasps and soft short moans and sighs of pleasure. Ethan couldn't hold out any longer and once again orgasmed inside of Kate. As he did he looked up in time to see Sara take one staggered step back to try and brace herself against the waves of pleasure she was feeling. That's when Ethan noticed the small box that the personality cards had come in was right in line with Sara's next step. He called out to her but it was too late. Her foot landed on the empty box and it was just enough to throw off her balance and she tumbled to the floor. Kate's head luckily tumbled slightly down Sara's other leg and across the floor.

Sara fell sideways hard and smashed her head into one of the shelves she had been standing next to. Ethan quickly scrambled off of the table and over to Sara. Ethan let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. Sara lay on the floor, eyes wide open and staring up at the ceiling. Her head lay at an unnatural angle compared to her body. The skin on her neck was torn open and several wires poked out. There was also a large piece of flesh torn from above her eyebrow up to her hairline. Cream colored hard plastic shown behind the torn flesh. Sara's fingers twitched wildly and every now and then her whole body would convulse. Her head kept trying to turn to look at Ethan, but all she managed was a slight turn and then her head would snap back into place. The sound of straining servos would audible through the hole in the side of her neck.

"Oh Sara, you never did recode that balance protocol I told you about." Ethan said exasperated.

"Ahh! Ethan-I...Ahh! Ethan-I...Ahh! Ethan-I..." Sara repeated over and over in a genuinely shocked tone.
Ethan reached up onto the shelf and grabbed his rod tool and poked it through the skin above her breast and her whole breasts slid out and then swung open. Ethan reached in and held down a glowing white power button for five seconds before Sara went completely limp. Her eyes still wide with shock and her mouth froze open.

Ethan looked at Sara and sighed again. More parts...

==Part 2 - Sara==
Sara's eyes opened but she was unable to clearly focus on anything.

"I must have hit my head pretty hard" she thought.

"The last thing I remember was Kate's head in my crotch, I slipped and fell. Then this."

"Oh thank goodness you're operational" Sara heard a familiar voice nearby. It was her boyfriend, Ethan.

"Ugh, yeah, but I think there's something wrong with my eyes, I can barely see, everything is just a big white blur. Did you take me to a hospital or something?"

"No, you're still in the lab. Here, hang on a second."

Sara blinked rapidly and scrunched up her face attempting to clear whatever fog was blurring her vision. While she did she heard Ethan typing away on a keyboard, as soon as she heard Ethan's tell tail smack of the enter key her vision immediately cleared up and she was able to focus.

"Don't try and move, you took quite the tumble and I don't know how extensive the damage is." Ethan warned her, resuming his furious typing. Sara had a clear view of the steel lab table in front of her. There was a nude body on it and she noticed it was missing its head module. There was a tear in the flesh below the silver connection plate running half way around the neck. It looked as if it had been partially cut with a sharp knife, probably to allow Ethan better access to the damaged area.

It only took a few moments of study before Sara recognized that the body was hers.

"Ethan, whats going on? Why do you have a copy of my body?"

Ethan stopped his typing for a second and looked over at Sara's head which was now clamped into a sturdy mount. An array of wires dangled out of the bottom of the neck stump. They were bundled together in a slightly dented silver cap. Sara's eyes met Ethan's,

"Ethan? What's going on?"

"You are an android, just like everyone else in this apartment."

"Don't be ridiculous, if I was a robot I would know. I would have to."

"How do you figure?"

"How do I charge?"

"You lay down in bed, close your eyes and your A.I. records that you fell asleep, in actuality you stand right back up, open your entire chest cavity, refill your fluids, replace your artificial stomach, and then plug in. Once you are fully charged you close yourself back up and lay back down."

"Well...what about my memories?"

"Those are just a structure that your A.I. uses to build details onto."

"No, because I remember my family, as a little girl playing with my sisters, I have a life"

"I see, tell me about your sisters."

"Ethan."

"Humor me."

"Fine, me and my three sisters used to play in the forest behind our house in Vermont all the time."

Ethan typed on his keyboard for a few moments then smacked the enter key. He turned back to Sara.

"How many sisters was it that you said you had?"

"I have one sister Ethan...wait that's not right, I just said I have three but I only have one."

"Uh huh, now how many?" Ethan entered another command.

"...three..."

"Sara, you're a robot, and I was just modifying your memories. You've only been online for two years."

"But why didn't I know?"

"Everyone of us fills a role for a social experiment by our manufacture, Cybertronix."

"What roles?"

"I was manufactured to see if A single bot could support a full cluster of droids on a shoestring budget. That's why I am always looking for second hand parts. You were designed to be a human, thus you had no idea you were a machine."

"What about the others?"

"Kate will enter the world but be aware of what she is to test her programming in a social situation. Cassandra is a standard maid slash domestic droid. Alexa is a standard companion sexbot."

"So, I'm am android. But now that I know what I am wont that skew the test?"

"Not really. Once I fix your body and put you back together your A.I. will probably tell you that you passed out for a bit."

"Wouldn't my internal clock tell me I had been out for a while?"

"Humans don't have internal clocks. So, no."

"But there are clocks, I am sure I would figure it out."

"Did you look at the time before you came in here with me?"

"Uh, well, no."

"See, no point of reference, your programming would kick in and tell you that it's reasonable to assume you were out for a while."

"So, I wont remember I'm a robot?"

"Not at all, your programming will tell you that you have a headache fir a day, but you wont actually feel any pain. You'll just think you are."

"But, I like the idea of being a robot, its really sexy!"

"Sorry hon, you are the sleeper in the group. Its who you are, its why you do the things you do."

A look of disappointment flicked across her face before she continued. "Do you mind if I ask some more questions while you work on me?"

"Go for it." Ethan stood up and began gathering various tools from around the lab, eventually ending at the table n the center of the room. He pulled out a sharp looking knife and began cutting around the circumference of Sara's half attached neck stump.

"How come I never put two and two together? I mean until today there were no other fully assembled androids, but we always had a supply of saline and stuff."

"Simple, you were programmed specifically to overlook those details. Just like you didn't get jealous that I had sex with Kate, or that I have gotten blow jobs from Alexa's head. Inside of this apartment your A.I. assumes everything that's done here is normal. As far as your programming knows, keeping android fluids and having sex with robots is normal in the confines of ones own home."

"Oh, ok. Is that why I get turned on by androids so much? I'm programmed to think its normal?"

"Not necessarily, that's just a personal preference I wrote into you. I figured if we were going to be building bots in here you might as well enjoy your work?"

Ethan had cut free the top of Sara's neck and set it aside. He picked up a long thin metal rod attached to a handle. The rod was as thin as a paperclip, but wouldn't bend even if Ethan put all his strength into it. The tip was pointed rather sharply. He lined up the tip of the tool somewhere around the bottom of Sara's sternum, he pushed down quickly and the tool pushed through the skin and deep inside of her chest. There was a faint click followed by Sara's chest splitting from just above Ethan's tool up to her collar bone. From there it ran horizontally over her breasts and down her side. The seam then ran a curved path across her ribs and up to meet next to Ethan's tool. Another seam ran from around the tool, down across the ribs and swooped across her lower abdomen.

As soon as the seams had appeared the three sections of Sara's torso sprang slightly outward. Ethan lifted the abdominal section free and withdrew the tool which was awkwardly poking through the bottom of the detached section of skin. Ethan reached in under each of the split chest pieces as well and lifted them out and off of Sara's torso.

"I look different, I mean my circuits and stuff. There are usually all kinds of wires and tubes and what not in all the other droids I've seen. I look...sleek." Sara said, trying to get a good glimpse inside of her open body.

"You are. You and I are the only ones who were assembled by Cybertronix, so we are the Cadillac's of androids. Most of your systems are self contained modules, they connect to each other better and it makes replacing parts on you easier. See?"

Ethan pushed up on a plastic covered cylinder just inside the open chest cavity and it slid out of the top of her neck, taken ripped and cut flesh with it. Ethan held it up for Sara to see. He tossed it onto the table and walked back to the shelves. He reached into an unlabeled cardboard box and pulled out a plastic cylinder that matched the broken one and a small spray bottle. Ethan slid it into the top of Sara's neck and clicked it into place. He idly gave it a few tugs to make sure it was secure. He took the spray bottle and began spraying a skin toned foam in short bursts over the spots where the skin had been cut away. The foam quickly dried into very convincing skin.

"There we go, good as new" Ethan said as he recapped the spray bottle and put it back on the shelf.

"Do the others know? About me that is?"

"Nope, as far as Alexa and Cassandra are concerned you are a human. Even if they saw you completely disassembled their A.I. would simply ignore it and fabricate a scenario that was believable. Hell, even if you told them point blank that you were a robot they would just think you were playing around."

"I suppose that makes sense. So, what happens now?"

"I put you back together and you wake up thinking you got a nasty bump."

"Isn't there something I can do? I don't want to forget about what I am! I've dreamed of being an android, and now that I find out that I AM, you're going to take it away."

"I'm really sorry Sara, I have no choice. It's in my programming. Maybe your personality will be put into an aware droid next time." Ethan gave her a very slight encouraging smile.

"Next time? Next time what?" Sara replied.

"Oh, the experiments are only five years long. After that we will all be reclaimed, the data downloaded, and we will be disassembled and sold for parts."

"What!? So I've only got three more years to live and then what? Some tech will strip me down, pull me apart and sell me off in pieces to the highest bidder??"

Ethan was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected her to lash out so much.

"Well, maybe you'll get lucky and you'll have your memory wiped and you'll be sold as a whole refurbished model."

"So much better Ethan, I look forward to the day I can be part of the bargain bin." Sara snapped back.

"Sorry, that isn't my call. C'mon, time get you back in one piece."

"No! Stop it! I refuse to go! You can't make me! Stop it!"

While Sara threw her fit, Ethan unclamped her head and walked over to her now repaired body. The nice thing about self contained modules is that there weren't any wires to reconnect and tuck away. Just a simple connection point for everything. Ethan laid Sara's head down and mechanically slid it into place, all the while Sara continued her tirade.

As soon as the connection was made Sara stopped mid sentence. Her mouth closed gently and her eyes drooped shut. The expression on her face changed from anger to serene calm. Ethan hinged both her chest panels closed and replaced the abdominal panel. He took a brief second to smile down at his companion. When active she was his expert code writer, lover, and friend. Everyone else would see her the same way, but Ethan was the only one who knew she was really just as mechanical as the rest of them.

"She ok?" Ethan jumped, despite all the best programming in the world, the human emulation made it happen. He looked over his shoulder to see Kate in the doorway.

"You can't be fully charged yet. Shouldn't you be plugged in?"

Kate shrugged and took a step into the lab. "I was concerned about Sara. That was some fall she took."

"It sure was, but she looks like its just a bump. She'll come to soon. I'm just glad you weren't damaged. After all, we just got you a body."

"And boy do I appreciate it." Kate reached up an groped herself for a moment "Especially these! They feel so nice, I can't wait for Sara to get back on her feet so I can play with hers too!"

Ethan rolled his eyes. He began wondering if Alexa had secretly injected some of her sexual programming into the rest of the girls.

"Let me know if there is anything I can do to help you out, OK?" Kate said and turned to leave. As soon as Ethan was sure she was back in the bedroom charging he reached behind Sara's head and into her hair. His programming told him right where the hidden power switch was and he pressed it.

Sara's eyes immediately opened and she looked around. A look of concern and worry crossed her face.

"It's ok hon, you're alright. You took a nasty fall and hit your head, that's all."

"Man, I must have. My head is killing me. How long was I out?" Sara said, obviously dazed and rubbing her forehead where the skin had previously been torn open.

"Just a few minutes. Do you want some water or something?"

"Yeah, thanks."

Ethan went to the kitchen and Sara slid off the table and walked to the bedroom. When she walked in Kate turned and smiled at her. "Hey there sleepy head. How are you feeling?" Kate said, disconnecting her power cable and retracting it into her chest. She walked over to Sara and hugged her.

"I'm ok, I think I just need a nap."

"That sounds good. I'll go charge in the lab then."

"Oh no, you're fine. It might even be nice to know you are right there if I need anything."

Kate smiled at Sara as she lay down on top of the covers on her bed. Her eyes drifted slowly closed. As soon as they were closed they snapped back open. Sara reached up towards her chest as a small panel slid open above her right breast. Sara reached in and pulled out a power cable and plugged it in to the wall. She laid back down, "charging. This unit is currently at 28% power. Entering sleep mode."
Kate plugged herself back in using the same wall plug as Sara. She looked down at her sleeping friend and thought about how cute she looked when she was asleep.

Meanwhile Ethan tidied up the lab. Putting away tools and tossing Sara's broken neck module in the trash. It was beyond simple repair. Tomorrow Kate would begin her search for work and once she started getting a steady pay check it wouldn't take long to save up enough to get Alexa a body. Though her's would cost a pretty penny for sure. Sexbots required all kinds of special equipment. Ethan sat down at the lab computer and began looking for more parts...

==Part 3 - Kate's home==
A petite woman lay still on the bed. Her shoulder length brown hair hadn't moved in over 3 hours, nor had her eyes blinked. She also hadn't bothered to get dressed since she got home and took a shower.

“Charge cycle complete. Disconnecting.”

She sat up and bent over the bed she was laying on and pulled a power cable out of the wall. It quickly retracted into a square opening in her chest. She reached up a hand and gingerly grasped a squared piece of flash that was hinged downward over the open panel. She firmly pressed it in to place and the remaining seam quickly disappeared.

“Resuming human emulation software now. Loading Sara A.I. cores. Engaging sleeper protocols now.” Sara lay back down on the bed in a comfortable resting position. She drew a breath in and her chest began to rise and fall, lifting her perfectly shaped breasts. Sara's eyes slowly opened and she stretched, arching her back and pointing her toes.

She looked around and noticed that Kate wasn't in the room any more. Her charge cycle must have finished already Sara thought to herself. She was glad her headache was gone too. Her and her boyfriend Ethan had just finished assembling their very first complete android a few hours earlier and wanted to celebrate by having some kinky robot sex in the lab. She and Ethan both had quite the fetish for androids, in fact it was one of the most intimate things the couple shared. Ethan had been busy pleasuring Kate's synthetic pussy while Sara removed Kate's head and held it to her won womanly parts. Sara knew she had done a good job programming Kate's sexual systems, but was unaware of how good a job she had done. As Kate's tongue had brought Sara to the crest of orgasm she had slipped on some debris in the lab and had hit her head. She blacked out for a little bit, but Ethan had been there to take care of her.

At least that's how she remembered it. In actuality Sara was also an android, she was just unaware of her true nature. She was a sleeper as most people called them. An android that had been programmed to think they were human. Sara's programming would rewrite memories or simply not notice obvious details.

As Sara thought back on the encounter she had with Kate a few hours earlier she began to get turned on by thought. She also realized with a pout that she had been denied the sexual fulfillment she had been looking forward to all day long. Ethan had left her a message at work saying that he had finally gotten the last component, a fully functional torso, and it had filled her mind for the rest of the day.

Sara stood up and realized she was still naked, she didn't necessarily want to get dressed but needed to. She walked to her dressed and took out a black lace thong and a matching bra. She went to her closet and got out a simple black camisole and a pair of jeans. She noted that her mouth felt dry, like she was just out of saliva.

She walked out to the main room to find Ethan on the couch with his laptop out. He looked up and immediately smiled at Sara. He quickly set aside his laptop and went over to her, embracing her and giving her a tender kiss.

“How are you feeling hon? Head still hurt?”

“I'm fine now, my mouth is just dry. That's all.”

“well, let me get you a glass of water. Kate's out job hunting, she wanted me to tell you she hopes you get better and she'll see you tonight to-” Ethan used finger quotes “finish what she started.” Ethan smiled at her.

“Oooo, I like this idea. But I think this time we'll take it some place a little more safe. One potential concussion is enough for me.”

“Oh, that reminds me! While you were sleeping I went over some of the shared code. I think there is a little flaw in the balance subset. When you are feeling up to it would you mind looking at it and getting it sorted out? Kate's gonna be in the real world and I don't want her toppling over.”

“You bet, I'm feeling good now so I'll go take a look now. Man, sometimes I wish I was an android and could just have my flaws updated like that.” She looked off in the distance longingly. “Sexy and practical.”

“One day, dear.” Ethan called from the kitchen. He took the opportunity while Sara was distracted to turn on the sink, but instead grabbed a glass out of the fridge that was filled with a standard synthetic saline solution.

“Here you go, drink up.” Ethan said as he put the glass in Sara's hand.

“Aww, you even made it cold, thanks honey.” She kissed him on the cheek. She drank the whole glass down in one long unending pull.

“Ahh, so much better. Ok! Now to fix some code.” she sauntered off to the lab. Ethan watched her butt sway back and forth up the hall way. She glanced over at him before entering the lab and smirked at him.

“You know, no one is home and I am still all pent up from before. Kate never got a chance to finish me off but maybe you could.” She winked at him and then blew him a kiss. Ethan wasn't one to argue.

The two met in the middle of the hallway, shedding clothes as they went. They met for a passionate kiss and allowed their mouths to entwine and their tongues to begin playing inside of each others mouths. Ethan reached around and grabbed Sara's ass firmly in both his hands and pulled her whole body towards him. He was already fully erect by now and Sara feeling his hard cock against her spread her legs slightly. Ethan reached lower on her bottom and picked her up with a squeal of delight from Sara. He walked her into their bedroom. Sara Kissed his neck all the way.

They both flopped onto the bed and began kissing each other anywhere their mouths could make contact. Ethan kissed down her neck, over her collar bone and to her breasts. Taking time to slowly lick each nipple thoroughly. He enjoyed pressing his whole mouth over one of her nipples and applying some gentle suction while he used his tongue to swirl small circles around her areolas. Sara arched her back in pleasure and let a breathy moan escape her lips. Ethan continued to kiss downward until he finally reached her clean shaven pussy. He could smell the faint cherry flavoring of the lubricant he knew she was filled with.

He pressed his mouth fully over her sex and pushed his tongue in. He had read once that if you attempt to do the alphabet with your tongue while in a woman that you are sure to please her. Ethan much preferred to try and spell out as much of Sara's sexual programming code as he was able to. While he was doing so he reached up both hands and cradled her tits, squeezing them every time he came to a new line of code in her sexual programming.

He was barely 5 lines of code in before Sara was moaning in ecstasy and gripping his hair. Ethan, tongue still inside of her, could feel the advanced technology in her vagina begin to carry away any excess liquids as well as begin to dispense a mild cleaning solution.

Sara was breathing hard and a small amount of sweat had beaded on her chest. Ethan watched for a moment as she lay quietly panting, her breasts heaving up and down with each breath. The breathing was necessary, even for a robot of her superb quality. She was far superior to any other android in the house, but she still needed to breath. The heat from the many processors and components inside of her needed to go somewhere, and even though she was mostly liquid cooled there were still a small number of fans that pushed hot air around inside of her. Breathing allowed her to ventilate the hot air coming off of her circuitry and brought in fresh air.

As her breathing calmed and her artificial sweat began to evaporate Ethan crawled up the bed to hold her in his arms. Sara, eyes still closed, smiled and cooed at Ethan's touch. As she moved close to him she felt that he was still hard and hadn't gotten any kind of excitement the whole time.

“Well hello, what have we down here?” Sara reached down and began stroking Ethan's hard member. She kissed Ethan for a few moments while gradually stroking him faster and faster. She abruptly stopped and pushed off of Ethan and rolled onto her hands and knees, then dropped so her chest was flat against the bed. She widened her legs and looked over her shoulder to Ethan. He had gotten the clue and hod positioned himself behind her on his knees. Just as their eyes locked Ethan pushed his dick inside of her ass.

Sara's mouth was wide open but no sound, save for a few strangled gasps of pleasure escaped. Ethan began to pump himself faster and faster inside of her, taking hold of her hips and pulling her rump towards him at the same time as he thrust his hips forward, resulting in a rhythm of satisfying slaps as their flesh met and parted over and over. Sara squealed with delight through every second of Ethan's anal thrusting, and before long Ethan was moaning his pleasure as he released his load inside of her. Sara smiled over her shoulder at him as she wiggled her butt a little with him still inside of her. This caused a few more waves of pleasure to roll over Ethan's sexual processors.

The couple took a quick shower together and dried off and then met back up in the lab. Sara at the main lab computer pouring over line after line of code, trying to figure out how to correct the balance issue that Ethan had somehow discovered. Meanwhile Ethan had pulled up a stool and sat with his laptop on the heavy metal table that dominated the middle of the lab. He was, as always, looking for more parts.

“So, who's next on the list?” Sara idly asked. “The sex-bot or the sex-maid?”

“She isn't a sex-maid.”

“Around here she will be. Especially once we get Alexa up and running.”

“Alexa was actually who I was thinking of building out next. She has a good potential to earn a lot of money, which will help to offset the cost of the kind of body she's going to need.”

“What's so special about her body?”

“It's going to need to be a companion class chassis. So it'll need to be super strong, but light weight. She's going to need a pretty beefy battery pack, and probably two of them so she can swap them out. Plus if she's going to go to work at a club or something she's going to need a self sanitizing sex module. The only good thing is that she only requires half a personality card.”

“only half? That's rude”

“It isn't like that. Most bots personality cards are double sided and there are usually two or three of them strung together. Sex-bot's generally only need one because they aren't expected to be in the kind of social situations that require terabyte upon terabyte of personality data. She's not going to be some kind of neanderthal, but she wont be expected to be the host of a big party.”

“that depends on the party.” Sara mumbled.

“I guess that's true. We should limit her to one orgy a week once she's up.” Sara had to laugh at the comment, but wouldn't mind more than one orgy, particularly if Kate and Alexa were involved.

“Besides” Ethan continued, “Cassandra is going to need a new set of eyes before she can get a body, and for some reason optical modules have been in short supply lately.”

They both heard the sound of a key in the front door and then the sounds of a bag dropping to the floor.

“Guys! I did it! I found a job!” Kate called from the front room. Sara and Ethan both went out to the main room in time to see the tall raven haired android locking the door. Kate stood at about 5 foot six, and was best described as the girl next door. Pouty lips, dark black glossy hair, and perfectly shaped breasts. They both hugged her in congratulation.

“There's this little adult shop across town that sells all the normal stuff but also has a section dedicated to robots. When I told them that I was in to that kind of stuff they hired me on the spot.” Kate rambled off in a singular breath.

“You didn't tell them you WERE a robot though, right?” Ethan said with a hint of concern in his voice.

“Of course not. Ethan you know as well as I do that my programming wouldn't allow that. I just told him that I liked the role playing, looking at stuff online, that kind of thing.”

“just making sure is all.”

“No no, I told the owner that I liked that kind of stuff, thought it was fun, wished I was an android blah blah. The guy said that I was the perfect candidate for the job. So, I start tomorrow.” Kate beamed.

“Awesome! Great job Kate!” Sara said, grinning ear to ear at Kate.

Ethan piped in “Sex shop with a specialized section for androids. Are you talking about for people who are into droids or for actual droids themselves?”

“Both actually, there are more things for people who are into robots, but there are some parts there.”

“Hot damn! That's perfect! Alexa was next in line to get fully assembled and what better place to find the things I need to get her in one pice than a robot sex shop!” Ethan was practically dancing around the living room. He reached out and planted a firm kiss directly on Kate's lips.

The joyous gesture engaged Kate's sexual programming and forced a thought to the surface. She turned and looked at Sara while Ethan dashed to his laptop and started investigating the kind of inventory Kate's new job would allow him access to.

"Hey Kate, what's this place called?"

"Frolic, it's over on Birch. Right by the Indian restaurant."

"Got it thanks." Ethan was already searching for the shop and had multiple tabs open with some of his favorite online shops to compare prices. Kate yawned and put an arm around Sara's shoulders.

"So i'm pretty tired, I should go charge up. Sara and I are going to hit the sack."

"Uh huh" Ethan replied, not even bothering to look up from his computer. Kate leaned towards Sara and whispered, "care to pick up where we left off?"

Sara looked into Kate's eyes and winked her approval. The pair turned and walked down the hall to the bedroom.

Kate and Sara tumbled into bed and locked each others lips together. Kate began matching Sara's kisses with her own but always attempted to move to the next level. Sara would open her mouth just the slightest bit and Kate would dart her tongue inside of Sara's mouth. Kate soon took dominance of the encounter, her tongue in Sara's mouth more than the other way around. Kate moved it around, trying desperately attempting to explore every possible nook of Sara's mouth.

Sara's breathing steadily increased as Kate continued to probe her mouth. Even through her clothes, Sara could feel the heat radiating off of Kate. Her systems must be getting quite the workout today Sara thought to herself. Sara reached her arms around Kate and held her close to her own body. Pressing into her Sara rolled under Kate. Kate easily matched the move by rolling her body on top of Sara and planting her legs on either side of her lover.

Sara ran her hands over Kate's butt a few times before sliding them under Kate's T-shirt. Sara had been attempting to find the clasp on Kate's bra, but was pleasantly surprised to find Kate wasn't wearing one. Sara ended up scratching up and down Kate's back instead. Kate broke the kiss long enough to let out a sigh of pleasure.

Kate sat up on top of Sara and pulled her shirt up and over her head and tossed it aside. Sara reached up and cupped Kate's gorgeous C cup breasts. She ran her fingers gently over Kate's perky nipples, tracing around them with her finger nails. Kate allowed Sara to play with her breasts for half a minute before sliding her hands down her hips inside the waist band of her skirt. Kate removed her flowing skirt with the kind of efficiency that only a being designed and programmed to do so could. Kate was able to lift herself in ways that Sara couldn't comprehend in order to remove the garment while never leaving contact with Sara's own body.

Kate leaned down and kissed Sara once more then sidled down Sara's body, allowing her face to hover mere inches above Sara's every curve. Kate reached the zipper on Sara's jeans and deftly popped open the button and clamped the zipper between her teeth. Kate held the waist band of Sara's jeans and panties and with hardly any effort at all, unzipped her pants. Kate quickly dragged Sara's pants and underwear down her thighs and over her feet. She continued the motion and blindly tossed the clothes behind her.

Kate kissed small circles around Sara's bald vagina. Each time her lips would contact Her skin Sara would gasp slightly. Kate moved from kisses to simply allowing her tongue to trace the same circles around her sex. After teasing for a few minutes Kate finally reached up a hand and began massaging Sara's lips, gently spreading them. Kate drover her tongue inside of Sara's moist folds and licked with wild abandon. Sara instinctually reached both hands down and held them on either side of Kate's head. Sara thrust her hips forward into Kate's face causing her to drive deeper inside of Sara.

Sara felt as if she would cum at any second when Kate stopped. She sat up and smiled.

"Wait here for me. Okay?" Kate said with a mock pout.

Kate walked out and over to the lab. She retrieved Alexa's head set it down on its side at the desk. She hooked in the connection wires and started entering commands into the open window on Ethan's computer. Alexa's eyes flickered open and then looked around a bit. A look of confusion on her face until Kate picked Alexa's head up.

"Oh, hey there good lookin'. What's a nice lookin' bot like you doing in a place like this?"

"I was hoping you had some time to join Sara and I in a little game?"

"What's the game?" Alexa giggled.

"It's called 'who cums first'"

"Sounds like my kind of game, lets go!"

Kate walked back into the bedroom holding Alexa's head out in front of her. Sara lifted an eyebrow at the addition, but wasn't about to complain. Her and Alexa had spent several afternoons locked in some kind of sensual situation. Kate handed Alexa's head to Sara.

"Hey Sara, lemme see some tits will ya?" Alexa said. "You know how much I love your boobies. Set the girls free!"

Sara chuckled and set Alexa's head down while she sat up and stripped off her camisole and bra. Sara picked Alexa back up and held her in front of her breasts. Alexa whimpered slightly as Sara held her just out of tongue range. Sara brought her closer and Alexa began licking her nipple and mixed in an occasional nibble. Sara enjoyed the experience immensely by virtue of both of her nipples hardening. Kate was enjoying the show so much that she hadn't noticed her own sexual response had guided her hand down to her crotch and was now rubbing her own sex.

Kate walked over to the bed and climbed up. Sara looked over to Kate who pointed a finger at Alexa's head and then down to Sara's wet pussy. Sara happily complied and held Alexa in front of her crotch. As she was doing that Kate straddled Sara's face and thrust her own vagina towards Sara's mouth.

Sara welcomed Kate's wet sex onto her mouth licking hungrily and swirling her tongue inside of Kate. At the same time Alexa was putting what small pieces of her sex-bot programming she had access to into play. She thrust her tongue into Sara much deeper than Sara had thought possible and then to her absolute delight Alexa's tongue began to pulsate and vibrate within her. Sara hadn't been expecting that and cried out in pleasure. Kate took this as a cue and once again thrust her hips forward driving Sara back inside of her.

Sara was once again close to climaxing and Kate knew she had the perfect thing to drive her over the edge.

"Ungh, I'm getting so hot, I think I'm going to over heat if I don't cool my systems down!" Kate moved her hands up around her breasts just as her skin split vertically between them. Kate pulled apart the two pieces of her now open chest, extending them out as far as they would reach. Sara could see an array of wires and tubing connected to two chest panels running inside of her and disappearing into her torso. She could see, even from the angle she was at, a multitude of circuitry, fiber optic cables, and modular components all connected together. It was more than enough to make Sara's pussy explode with pleasure. Kate, who's sexual response, had been specifically coded to wait until her partner reached climax, also orgasmed in small spasm. Alexa unfortunately, having no body and therefore no hardware or code simply smiled to herself and withdrew her longer than average vibrating tongue, but not before giving Sara's clit one last flick with the tip of her tongue.

Kate dismounted Sara’s face and flopped down next to her in bed, her chest cavity still sprawled open. Sara brought Alexa’s head up and cuddled it under one arm and then rest her other arm on Kate’s thigh. Kate and Sara were both panting fairly heavily, while Alexa’s head did nothing. Kate and Sara both turned and kissed each other briefly. Sara sat up and looked inside of Kate. She could see her artificial lungs filling with air that was then pumped off to the rest of her systems by way of tightly sealed rubber hoses. Sara couldn’t help but look on in wonder, wishing silently that she too was as robotic as her lover was.

Sara ran her hands up both sides of the now vertical panels as Kate looked on in pure bliss. Sara’s hands ran over Kate’s breasts and then over the edges of her panels. She lightly ran her finger tips over some of the circuits on the inside of the panel before reaching up and closing her panels until they clicked into place. She felt as if she looked at the complex androids innards for too long that she might get turned on once more and up more of her precious coding time.

“Thanks love.” Kate said looking tenderly up into Sara’s eyes.

“I envy you, I would love to be able to open myself up like that, show off my parts. Of course then I would just get all kinds of turned on and wouldn’t get anything done!”

“I know honey, even though we robots have come a long way one day we’ll figure out a way to transfer a human brain into a robot body. On that day you, me and Alexa will get together and trade stories.” Kate kissed Sara on the forehead.

“Hell yeah we will. We’ll show you things only androids can do. We’ll make a weekend out of it!” Alexa said from next to Sara.

Sara picked up Alexa’s head and set it down in front of her. “Well, let’s get you a body first girl. Then you can show me anything you want.”

“You got it sweetie.” Alexa replied.

Sara scooted off of the bed and put her clothes back on then picked up Alexa’s head.

“Would you mind plugging me in for a bit? I haven’t had my head module charged in a while and I am down to 34% battery. I want to be ready in case any of you need an expert in the sexual realms.”

Sara chuckled a little and agreed. She got back to the lab and clamped Alexa’s head into the desk mount. She plugged in a few connections and Alexa breathed a sigh of relief. The flow of power to her relatively small amount of circuitry was a welcome relief.

Sara spent the next few hours poring over line after line of code. Tidying up pieces here and there. She did eventually find the faulty subroutine that apparently caused the balance issues Ethan had tipped her off to. It was easily eleven’o’clock by the time she had finished rewriting the code and compiling it down into a patch file. Ethan came in behind her and rubbed her shoulders a little bit. She smiled and let him do it for a minute or two before finally spinning around in the chair.

“Welp, found the error and fixed it. I just finished compiling the update and its ready to go. We should load it into Kate first thing in the morning. I think she’s charging now.” She held up a USB flash drive and handed it to Ethan.

“Good idea, why don’t you go get some sleep. It’s been a long day.”

Sara stretched and yawned in agreement. She got up and headed towards the bedroom, Ethan in tow. As she entered the room she unzipped her jeans and kicked them off, stripped off her Camisole and tossed it aside and finally undid the clasp on her bra and let it fall off of her. She finally flopped face down on the bed.

“Mind if I stay up for a bit longer. I think I have a good lead on a few parts for Alexa and possibly a new set of eyes for Cassandra.” Ethan said, pocketing the USB drive.

"Uh-huh, ni-night." Sara mumbled her face planted in her pillow. Ethan stood nearby, knowing what was coming next. As soon as Sara's eyes closed they snapped back over. She rolled over and swung her legs off the edge of the bed, as soon as her feet touched the floor she stood up straight. Her right hand moving up in front of her.

"Halt charging operation." Ethan said.

"Charging operation halted, standing by." Sara said, her voice flat and lifeless.

"Open data entry port."

"Acknowledged." As soon as the word left her lips a small circle of skin over her left temple slid inside of her head and out of the way. Ethan pulled out the USB drive and plugged it in to the side of the androids head.

"External storage drive attached. Compatible patch file located. Would you like to install this update?" Sara droned on.

"Yes."

"Acknowledged. Installing...installing...update installed. To apply this patch you must restart. Would you like to restart now?"

"No. Open primary chest cavity and remove your faceplate. Then shutdown."

"Acknowledged."

Sara's chest split across her collar bone and down each of her sides and followed the line of her ribcage up towards her sternum. In the center of her torso the seam shot straight up to meet the seam along her collar bone. Both sides popped open slightly, enough room for Sara to reach up and fit her fingers inside. She swung both sides open. She then reached up towards her face which had detached and pushed away from her skull an inch. She pulled gently and her face came completely off. She continued to hold her face in her left hand and let both arms drop to her sides. Several blinking lights inside of her chest and head suddenly went dark, signaling Ethan that she had shut down.

Ethan walked to the bathroom and retrieved a few bottles of different fluids. Each went to a different hard plastic container within her body. Sex lube into a form fitting tank around a large semi-hard latex bag that contained the complex vaginal unit that had seen so much action lately. Another to large central tank where one might assume the stomach was. Ethan poured the canister of artificial saline into the large tank. Ethan closed her chest then filled a small tank in her head with artificial tears. Sara only refilled once a week and as needed, tonight was refill night. Ethan took her face and clicked it back into place.

Ethan reached up and found the small hidden button at the base of her skull. Sara's eyes opened and looked straight ahead.

"Configuring updates...updates configured. Standing by."

"Resume charging operation."

"Acknowledged."

Sara reached up and placed a hand just above her right breast. A small square panel flipped open and Sara guided it open then reached in and withdrew a power cable. She bent over and plugged it in to the wall outlet.

"Charging, this unit is at 12% charge."

Ethan walked back to the lab and sat down at the computer and reached up a hand over his own chest and opened a panel in the same place as Sara had. He pulled out a similar charging cable and plugged it in to a power strip under the desk. He also opened the port in his own temple, but instead of plugging in the USB drive he connected a cable from himself into the computer. From there he loaded the balance patch as well as typed a few commands to ensure he would restart after the update.

After all, he had more parts to find.

==Part 4 - Alexa==
Four months and two weeks since Kate started her job at the "Frolic" adult store she had finally brought home enough money to reach the next household goal. Four thousand dollars, the amount needed to buy one of the most complex and complicated android bodies on the market. A CBX-880 companion class sex-bot torso module with matching titanium frame arms and legs. Batteries not included.

Of course having the cash didn't mean you could just walk into a shop and pull one off of the shelf. Another 4-6 weeks of waiting was involved once the order was placed.

"Is it here yet?" Alexa whined. Her head clamped into a mount on Ethan's desk trailing a multitude of wires from the bottom of her neck into a nearby heavy silver box and then into Ethan's computer.

"Don't you think if I had a body for you that it would be laid out in the table? Don't you think I would be working to get it built? Don't you think I would do everything in my power to stop hearing that same question every day?" Ethan fired back.

"So no then? It’s not here?"

Ethan sighed. It had been a long 6 weeks, the longest in his life, which to date was only two and a half years. Ethan was a covert android designed to lead an experiment. He had five years to build and maintain a cluster of robots on a minimal budget. Once Alexa's body arrived and was assembled he would have four of his five bots assembled. There was himself, the appointed leader and household mechanic. Sara, who was Ethan's girlfriend who was specifically programmed not to know she was a robot. She was also unaware of Ethan's robotic nature, as was everyone else in the house. The most recent addition was Kate, who 6 months earlier had come online and entered the workforce. Soon Alexa would have a body of her own which left only Cassandra to be fully assembled.

As Ethan sat contemplating whether or not to simply power down Alexa to stop the questions there was an electric buzz filling the air. Nice doorbells were expensive, Ethan didn't care that there wasn't a melodic "ding-dong" the buzz got things done. Ethan pushed away from his desk and walked briskly to the door. He had barely placed his palms on the desk to scoot away before Alexa broke into a grin and squealed with delight.

"I'll bet that’s it! It's here!"

Ethan rolled his eyes and opened the door.

Alexa's highly tuned android audio sensors honed in on Ethan's voice, or at least tried. He wasn't saying anything. In fact there wasn't any sound coming in at all. The tiny servomotors lacing her face scrunched up into a frown. As she did her entire vision went black.

"Oh my god I'm blind! Ethan! Get in here, something's wrong! Hey Ethan!"

A moment later Ethan appeared in the doorway.

"Ethan, something appears to be malfunctioning with my audio and visual sensors. Should I run a hardware scan?"

Ethan flopped back into his chair and said, "Nothing is wrong with them. You are built to enter the work force eventually as a real woman. So you are programmed to temporarily enter a kind of sleep mode whenever an outsider comes to the door."

"That's stupid, how am I supposed to eavesdrop on you if everything shuts off?"

Ethan smirked at her for a moment.

"That may also be why I coded that in."

Alexa pursed her lips and glared at Ethan. "Well? Who was at the door?"

"Jehovah’s witnesses." Ethan replied dryly.

"Liar"

Ethan looked over at the pretty android head clamped in place. He let a toothy grin cross his face, he knew her questions were finally going to end today. In reply Alexa's face lit up like a child on Christmas.

"Ethan I could kiss you!"

Ethan leaned over and gave her a kiss squarely on her pink lips. Alexa's programming automatically took over and attempted to move deeper with the kiss, but with no body and arms to press against him or arms to hold tight she simply tried to work her tongue into his mouth. Ethan stepped away from the red-head and elicited a pout from her.

“Hey, that was just getting interesting.”

Ethan shot a look over his shoulder at her, “do you want me to put your body together or not?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely do my body.” She giggled “then you can really do my body.” She winked at him. Ethan made a note in his own robotic brain to update the amount of terribly cheesy one liners she had. Clearly she needed less.

Alexa saw Ethan disappear around the corner for a second and then reemerge dragging along a metal lined box. It was clamped shut in several places along the edge of the lid. This clearly was not some second hand piece of hardware that someone boxed up in their basement, this was manufacturer sealed.

“Alexa, I’m going to need you to pack your things. Can you compile the latest version of the local personality files I have for you and transfer them to your local hard drive for me?” Ethan said and he looked at the packing slip that was attached to the box, making sure that the spare parts he had ordered were all included.

“I’m almost offended that you think I didn’t have that done ahead of time. I compile it every morning just in case the rest of me show’s up. I have it here and ready to go.” Alexa smiled at Ethan triumphantly.

“That seems like an awful waste of CPU cycles don’t you think?” Ethan said, not slowly moving his way around the box and unclipping the locks as he went.

“Not at all, I have saved you valuable time. I don’t need to compile it now and we can move along with the process of getting me attached to that sweet piece of hardware you’ve got there, and I’m not necessarily talking about the body in that box, big boy” Alexa winked at Ethan. He didn’t see it, he was unsnapping the last clamp on the box.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for that, erm, sexy with me part of that double entendre, Sara made me promise that she got to be first, followed closely by Kate. There was even talk of Cassandra going before me. Apparently I get quote ‘all the sex I want from the girls.’ “

“Well, that is true. I knew I liked Sara for a reason.”

Ethan looked up and scowled at her. He couldn’t blame her, he was lucky enough to have a lot of sex with a lot of very sexy androids, Sara included. Sara didn’t know she was a robot, she was what folks in the business called a “sleeper” or an android that was specifically programmed to think she was a human. As far as Sara knew Ethan and her were a couple who were trying to make it in the world by buying discounted or used robot parts and then use the bots to enter the work force and bring in money. So far it had worked very well. She was blissfully unaware that she and Ethan were actually part of a field robotics experiment. Could 1 android in the field successfully assemble and maintain a cluster of other androids. A cluster specifically being five functional human emulation droids.

Ethan pulled up on the last clamp and hears the slightest hiss of air entering the box for the first time. The whole thing had been vacuum sealed from the factory. Ethan lifted the lid and pushed it up, two hydraulic arms helped support it and gently guide it upward.

“Alexa, this is going to be amazing.”

In the box was one of the most sensual and perfectly sculpted android bodies Ethan had ever laid eyes on. It was a body specifically designed around one thing, sexual pleasure. Every component of it was optimized to provide the maximum stimulation to the end user.

Ethan took a moment to marvel at it. The neck, arms and legs all had titanium reinforced mounting posts, up to 2000 pounds of support before any signs of breakage. Her arms and legs were in their own separate foam cut out in the larger slab of foam that encased the torso. A small kit of assembly related tools were tossed in the cut out where a head might have gone had one been ordered. Instead there was a baggie of tools and a small metal box wedged in the opening along with a thick owner’s manual.

Each connection port around the missing limbs gleamed in the fluorescent light of Ethan’s lab. The fake skin covering the body and limbs was smooth and creamy, not a blemish in sight. Ethan’s eyes roved over the whole of Alexa’s new robotic body. Slender and beautiful, breasts not too big and not too small. Toned but feminine legs. Perfectly manicured toes on ideally shaped feet, fingernails to match, both in a matching polish. Ethan ran a single hand over the length of the body, ending it with his hand over the hairless vaginal module between the leg stumps.

Just below the artificial crotch were several small bottles of disinfectant and two mid-sized tanks to fill up with the cleaner. A chassis like this, designed for lots of sex, had its own special cleaning system dedicated to each orifice. Sadly a system like that took up room inside the limited space of the lithe android torso. That meant less space for spare hard drives, processors and other functionality components. Essentially Alexa didn’t have room for much of a personality beyond sexual companionship.

Ethan lifted the surprisingly light torso out of the box and set it gently on the steel work bench in the middle of the room, her breasts jiggled slightly despite how gently Ethan set it down. Alexa gasped and smiled as soon as she caught a glimpse of what was soon to be her body. The boon of a brand new body was how much easier it was to assemble. Ethan had placed all the parts on the bench and had all the limbs connected and sealed within minutes. Ethan walked over to Alexa’s head and she patiently waited while Ethan was assembling her.

“Alright, moment of truth, are you ready to move about the cabin?”

Alexa looked at him and raised an eyebrow, “Fuck yes I am, get me over there!”

“Fine fine. Shut down and I’ll see you on the other side.”

Alexa’s eyes closed and the standard faint smile crossed her lips. Ethan tucked her short A-cut red hair behind her ears and reached over for a long thin metal rod with a simple plastic handle at the end. The rod ended in a sharp point. He lined up the rod with Alexa’s left ear and slowly but surely slid the rod inside her ear and on into her head, much further than any human head could. He poked around for a second before finding the small button located deep within her skull. After pushing it he did the same to her other ear, sliding the rod well into her skull until it clicked home on the button he needed. Alexa’s face slid away from her head about 2 inches, supported on the connection points that fed information between her synthetic brain and the tiny servos in her face that made her expressions.

Ethan tugged it off of the connection points and set it aside. He opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a USB drive. He popped it into his computer and dragged a few files onto it. They were relatively small files, mostly drivers. That was the problem with new hardware, you always needed to make two pieces of technology talk to each other. Once the copy was done he plugged the USB drive into a port just below Alexa’s left eye. The glossy orb fixed straight ahead having no eye lid to cover it now that her face had been removed.

Ethan swung back to his computer and began inputting commands to the open console. Alexa was still connected and showed as an active device, just in a state of unawareness. He tweaked her settings to not boot her personality or any of the human emulation, just the basics. He sent the command to power on her head.

A beep issued from inside of Alexa’s head, her eyes twitched slightly in all directions. Several LED’s blinked yellow briefly and then green below each eye, one next to a set of perfectly white teeth blinked yellow for several seconds then turned red, her mouth was not operational without her face mask. Lights quickly turned green in many other places inside of Alexa’s skull, particularly the one next to the USB port with Ethan’s drive sticking out of it.

Ethan scooted back to his computer and punched in a few commands. The drivers all installed without consequence, once they were done he copied a few extra files to her local hard drive to be installed later. A few patches and a bundle of sexual techniques that he had found that were specifically coded for the CBX-800 series androids. After all, what was the point in having an android that could move in an inhumanly flexible way if you never utilized it?

Finally the installs were done and Ethan fully shut down Alexa’s head module. The time had finally come for her to have a body. He disconnected the cables that dangled out of the bottom of her neck and unclamped her from the mount on his desk. He cradled her head in his arms and placed it on the table in the center of the room. Ethan lined up the connection points resting in the stump nestled in her neck with the short stump of a neck that was protruding from the shoulders on Alexa’s new body. Ethan connected the various cable connections, the heavy duty rubber hose that would be her artificial esophagus, and then connected the two modules together.

Ethan ran his hands over Alexa’s neck to the hollow of her throat, just between her collar bones. He felt the slightest raised portion below the soft synthetic flesh and pushed in hard. Nothing happened. Ethan stared for a moment, he pushed the power button again, still nothing. Ethan sighed and closed his eyes for a second, disabling his human emulation software. Sometimes humans overlook the obvious, a robot does not. Ethan’s face fell into a blank mask and he stood up straight. He walked back over to the large case Alexa had come in and took out the small box that was in the head portion of the foam. He opened it and started taking out spare parts. A second set of eyes, these ones were for Cassandra to replace the ones she had sacrifices for Kate. Spare screws, cables, assembly tools and finally, the special ordered part he was missing, the power cell. Batteries sold separately. Once in his hand Ethan closed his eyes again and enabled his human emulation. He took a deep breath and looked down at his hands and muttered “stupid programming.” He made another note in his android brain, no more assembly jobs in human mode unless absolutely necessary. Ethan once again grabbed the rod from his desk and lined it up with Alexa's bellybutton. This button was so much easier to find than the two in her head. Her head was jam packed with cables, circuitry, and sensors. Damaging and one of them with an errant tug of a sharp tipped rod would mean disassembling Alexa's entire skull down to its frame. Once the rod clicked the hidden internal button a seam appeared, running up both sides of her torso, across her chest just over her breasts and meeting at a rounded point above her sex.

Ethan pried the fleshy covering off of her torso and set it to one side. Looking inside of Alexa was like looking at the engine of a brand new sports car when you were used to looking at family van. Everything was sleek and covered with a hard plastic shell, every piece embezzled with a CBX-800 logo. Every last cord was bundled with a plastic clip and tucked away between components. The cream colored bags of her lungs were new and unblemished, showing no signs of any use. He took a moment to snort at the incredibly small stomach pouch. It looked like it could hold two glasses of water, barely. Then again, Ethan thought, she wasn't designed to be eating and drinking. Ethan found the one place inside the artificial woman with no sleek, stamped component. In the center of what would be her abdomen there was an empty spot roughly the size of a small football. Ethan inserted the power supply and clamped it into place. As soon as he had a small row of LED's lit up, first all the way to full then immediately down to nearly the bottom of red. She had power, but not much.

Ethan replaced the torso covering and once again pressed the power button. He heard a soft beep from within her chest. Alexa’s eyes fluttered open and once again her eyes roamed around for a moment.

Alexa spoke in a voice devoid of all emotion and inflection, “CBX-800 series artificial human boot sequence initiated. Power at 13%, one moment please.”

A full two minutes pass in silence as Alexa’s processors finalize the driver installs and detect new hardware. Ethan can tell when she has successfully connected with a new piece of hardware because it will jerk ever so slightly. Her head twitched slightly, then both her arms, then her legs. Once all her modules are finally functional her eyes flutter for just a second followed by Alexa intoning once again, “Hard ware check complete. No errors detected. Existing personality files detected, would you like to run the setup wizard, warning this will over write existing personality files.”

“Skip setup wizard.” Ethan said, crossing his arms over his chest. Oh how many times he had run through the set up wizard on repairing and restoring broken androids.

“Confirmed, loading existing personality files. One moment.”

Another thirty seconds passed in silence as Ethan watched over Alexa.

“Personality files loaded successfully. Starting human emulation software.”

Alexa took a deep breath, the first she had ever taken. This air was pumped into a set of lung like sacs inside of her and would immediately be used to cool her processor that were now working harder than ever to run her emulation software. Ethan looks over her as her breasts rise and fall with the inhalation of air. Alexa curls her toes and fingers and slowly but surely rises to a sitting position. She blinks several times to get her artificial tears to moisten her eyes slightly.

“ahhh, this feels so wonderful!” Alexa hopped off of the table, her gel packed breasts jiggling as she hit the floor. As soon as her feet were on the ground she sprung at Ethan, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs clamped around his waist. Ethan stumbled back slightly but was able to balance himself against the wall. She pressed her lips over his and began kissing him furiously, raking her hands through his hair and grinding her mechanical hips into him. He was surprised how smooth and graceful her body was moving. Even the other robots in the house had a small, almost imperceptible stiffness at times. The only exception was Sara who was specifically designed to be as human as possible.

Ethan pushed back slightly to try and escape the flurry of kisses, all he succeeded in doing was allowing Alexa an opportunity to kiss his neck instead of his lips.

“Alexa! Knock it off! Hey what are you doing!?”

Alexa had slipped one hand down the side of Ethan’s pants and his boxers and was smoothly making her way to his penis. Ethan reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

“Sara gets you first. That’s the deal.” Ethan said sternly, the kind of voice you would use when scolding a child.

"Oh, lay off. I won’t do anything I couldn't do with just my mouth." Alexa threw a seductive wink at Ethan.

"Unit FEU-04a you will stand at ready position immediately."

Alexa's smile immediately faded to a thin line across her face. She smoothly withdrew her hand from Ethan's pants and glided one leg then the other into a standing position. She straightened her back and thrust forward her chest. Her breathing making her chest rise and fall calmly and rhythmically.

Alexa blinked once longer than normal and then her facial expressions returned.

"Jeez, you could have just asked nicely." Alexa sounded wounded, Ethan knew that even this was programmed into her code. The pouty "naughty girl" act was classic.

"You're at 13% power Alexa, you aren't doing anything but charging until Sara and Kate get home."

"You are the biggest sore loser I have ever met." Alexa retorted.

Ethan shrugged and Alexa slinked past him. Swaying her artificial hips, utilizing every servo motor and gyroscope to do so. She trailed a hand over his chest and brushed it barely across his crotch. When she got to the door jamb she leaned against it and arched her back, pushed out her perfect breasts and cupped them in her hands. She ran her tongue over her lips "see you later, big boy." She winked one last time and then sauntered off to Ethan and Sara's room to charge.

Ethan shook his head at the sexbot, ideally suited for work in a strip club, but not much else. He walked over to the shelving unit against the far wall in his lab and took down a pretty blond haired head. Its eyes were closed and it wore the same vague smile that Alexa had earlier. It gave the illusion that she was simply day dreaming. It had been a long time since Cassandra had been taken down from her shelf. In fact Ethan recalled that it hadn't been since he took her eyes and gave them to Kate.

Ethan set her head down on the desk and muttered to it "you're next my dear." Ethan reached for his rod tool once more and deactivated his human emulation software. Driving it into her plastic skull through her ears as he had done with Alexa. He pulled off her faceplate and set it aside. Ethan rolled in his chair over to the work bench where he had left the box of spare parts and pulled out a static guarded baggie. Scooting back to his desk he took out his pocket knife and slit open the bag and emptied the contents gently onto his desk.

Two long mechanical cylinders tumbled out. Attached to the end of the thin chrome plated unit was a crystal blue eye ball. Running from the back of the eyeball were several thin wires that twisted and wove together until the entered the cylinder in multiple places. Along either side of the metal tubing were three mounting rails used to guide the eye into the correct position when placed in an androids optical slots. At the tip of the module was an interchangeable connection plug. Ethan unscrewed this plug and rolled over to one of the shelves containing all the spare parts he had amassed over the time he had been active. He found the correct connection that matched Cassandra and rolled back. Screwing the proper connection port in place and holing up the eye to give it a visual inspection. Once satisfied he turned to Cassandra's head.

He picked up the head by the sides and lifted it to the clamp on his desk. He tightened the clamp just above the line of her neck stump. Ethan connected the multitude of wires dangling out of her neck to a heavy silver box that Alexa had previously been using, all but the power connection. With inhumanly mechanical precision Ethan slid each eye into its socket. Once done he reattached the pretty droids face to its mounting points inside of her skull and connected the power cable. Ethan closed his eyes briefly while enabling his human emulation software. He blinked a few time as his eyes next blinked and needed to be moistened slightly.

He spun back to his computer and started compiling all the recent updates he had written for the other house bots into a single large patch file for Cassandra. Once that was started he powered on Cassandra.

"Model Cassandra now online. Warning, this unit is not connected to a torso module, some services may not be available. Do you want to continue?" Cassandra's monotone voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Yes." Ethan said, not yet looking away from his computer.

"Acknowledged. Starting human emulation software." Cassandra's eyes fluttered for a moment then in her almost sickly sweet voice said "oh! I can see. Thank you for the new eyes Ethan."
Ethan turned to meet her new set of eyes with his own. She was grinning a genuine smile of appreciation. Her programming for smiles was superb. Her primary function was that of a maid. Many hours had gone into ensuring that Cassandra knew how to smile.

"You're welcome; you wouldn't make a very good maid if you couldn't see."

"You are absolutely right sir, we wouldn't want that now would we?"

She was also programmed to be obnoxiously agreeable. There wasn't a single thing Cassandra would say no to. Ethan verbally filled in Cassandra with what had happened in the house since her deactivation, all the while browsing around the internet for a body for her. Unfortunately the purchase of Alexa's Ferrari of a body had left his bank account empty. Once Alexa started working it would quickly refill, but fir now Ethan just bookmarked anything he found. Finally the patch file was completed and Ethan sent it to Cassandra's waiting cybernetic brain. After the mandatory reboot she opened her eyes and once again smiled at Ethan.

"Oh good, you corrected that balance issue. It was on my list of bugs to help fix on the next development cycle, but then I had to be deactivated. I hope it was fixed before anyone got hurt."

Ethan replied "yep, it did."

It hadn't. Sara had discovered the flaw when she had taken a fall in the lab a few months back. She had tumbled and hit her head hard on a shelf which tore away some skin on her forehead as well as split and damaged a section of her neck. Ethan had had to repair her quickly and wipe away a few parts of her memory. Sara didn't know she was an android and the discovery had been a shock to her. Now, however, she was back to blissfully unaware.

Ethan and Cassandra spent the remainder of the afternoon chatting about future plans for her body and various programming tasks and bug fixes that he wanted her to try and fix. The thing about a maid is that they are very tidy, which makes them great at debugging code.

Evening was approaching and both Kate and Sara arrived home at approximately the same time. Kate from the adult paraphernalia shop called "Frolic" and Sara from the "Pizza 'Spress" across town where she worked as a delivery driver. They walked through the door at the same time after meeting in the parking lot of their little apartment complex.

Sara was filling in Kate on the details of her day, like a good pair of girl friends.

"Yeah, it’s weird, this guy keeps ordering pizza's to be delivered to him in alley ways or really remote out-of-the way places...I mean I don't care because he tips really well, but it just seems weird."

"Human behavior often confuses me, but hey, I only know what I'm programmed to know." Kate replied, dropping a backpack on the ground near the door. Ethan met them at the entry way to the hall.

"Hello ladies, I have surprise for you for the evening." Ethan said in his best mock romantic tone. He stepped aside to reveal Alexa standing behind him. She had put on a tight black leather mini skirt and a white blouse. She had apparently forgotten to button up the top 6 buttons by accident because her shirt hung wide open save for a single button at the bottom. She had neglected to wear a bra and the outline of her breasts was plain to see. The shirt was clearly a size or two too small for her chest to be contained, as such it pressed against the smooth skin of her cleavage. The fabric did nothing to disguise the fact that her nipples were hard and straining to be released. She looked directly at Sara, and wagged her finger beckoning her to follow.

Sara Smiled at Ethan, gave him a peck on the cheek as she walked past and said "Don't wait up for me, this might take some time." She disappeared into the bedroom and Ethan heard the door lock. He let a small smirk cross his face as he looked over his shoulder at the two robotic lovers. He turned back to face Kate, who had her hands behind her back, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders like some kind of midnight colored waterfall.

"We should do something to keep ourselves busy, at least until it’s my turn." Kate giggled her adorable little laugh and looked into Ethan's eyes.

Sara flopped onto the bed, sitting up and looking at Alexa. The red head was at the door turning the deadbolt on the door. She spun around and pressed her palms wide on the door frame and leaned her back against the door. She fixed her seductive gaze on Sara. Alexa's high class sexual programming kicked in. She swayed her hips and she took several slow deliberate steps towards Sara. She planted her hands on either side of Sara but continued forward at the same pace, forcing Sara to lean back slightly. Alexa leaned forward just a little more and planted a kiss directly on Sara's lips. Sara let her eyes slowly close as she drank in the passion that Alexa was pouring into her kiss. Sara took the opportunity to reach up and unbutton the one remaining button on Alexa's shirt. She slid her hands inside of the edges of the shirt and made her way down to Alexa's abdomen. She ran her hands from Alexa's stomach up and over her chest. Stopping briefly to tease Alexa's still erect nipples.

Sara felt Alexa shiver as she ran her hands up the red headed androids body. She knew it was just a programmed response to a set of parameters, but Sara found it charming and sexy in its own way. Once Sara was done with Alexa's nipples she ran her hands up and over the side of her torso and clasped them together behind Alexa's back. Sara leaned back and pulled Alexa down on top of her. Sara had been expecting their kiss to be broken, at least for a moment, but Alexa's lips never left the contact of Sara's. In fact while they were mid-fall Alexa had taken the opportunity to quickly dart her tongue inside of Sara's mouth. With the introduction of Alexa's tongue to her mouth Sara moaned with delight. Alexa began slowly grinding her hips against Sara's.

The two lovers continued to kiss and grind for several minutes, building into a more intense kiss with every passing moment. Both allowed their hands to play over whatever flesh was exposed. Soon Sara reached down and unbuttoned her pants and began sliding them down her well-toned legs. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down as well. When she had reached the limit of her arms Alexa took the prompt and broke the kiss with Sara's mouth and smoothly ran her face a few inches above Sara's body to her waistline. Alexa's hands trailed above her head. First brushing against Sara's face and down over her chin. They fell to Sara's T-shirt and draped effortlessly across Sara's chest and down to her stomach. Alexa continued the motion down to Sara's pants and then dragged them the rest of the way down her legs. As Alexa was stripping off Sara's pants, Sara stripped her shirt off and over her head and tossed it aside, followed shortly by her bra.

While Alexa's hands moved across Sara's body her mouth started making small kisses from Sara's bellybutton downward, planting one final kiss just above Sara's sex. Alexa gave one last look up at Sara who in turn was also looking down at her. They locked eyes and smiled, knowing what was to come. Alexa, having freed Sara's legs from her pants spread the girl’s legs wide and drove her face into Sara's pussy. Sara's eyes rolled into her head slightly as a pre-programmed response to this sort of simulation to her artificial vagina. Sara thought she was just having a good time but in reality there were terabytes of data flowing inside of her without her even knowing. Not only an influx of data about her body, but also thousands of tiny outputs flowed from her robot brain to the various parts of her body without her even knowing it. Her vaginal systems began to activate, lubricating themselves and caching several predetermined sequences to help her cope with the stimulation. Small tanks of fluid inside of her were being tapped for artificial sweat that was beginning to bead up on her skin. Her robotic brain was shutting down processes and programs that it determined would not be necessary during this love making session. Small motors all over her body were beginning to move, some in the walls of her plastic pussy, some just beneath the surface of her breasts, causing her nipples to stand erect. She began to pant as her systems needed and influx of cool external air to help manage the heat that her processors were starting to give off. All of this Sara would have chalked up to normal things that human would do while having sex, but in reality each and every one was part of a gigantic bank of coding stored on an array of solid state hard drives inside of her.

While all of Sara's systems were preparing her for the oncoming sexual stimulation, Alexa was already prepared. She was specifically designed and optimized for this task. In the bat of an eye her cybernetic brain had already loaded a series of processes to be executed. Her ears were honed in on Sara's panting and keeping track of the rhythm, logging it away so she could better determine when Sara was getting closer to orgasm. Her eyes quickly identified that Sara's slit had begun to lubricate itself and was ready to accept Alexa. Of course all of this data would be useless for analysis later, as Alexa's programming marked it secretly as faulty data. Alexa had no idea Sara was as mechanical as she was, but tiny pieces of coding inside of her did. They filed the data away as such, unbeknownst to Alexa.

Alexa plunged her tongue into her lover’s artificial folds. Much to Sara's delight, Alexa's body wasn't the only component to have some upgrades to it. Alexa's tongue was inhumanly long and came with several other built in components. Alexa's tongue reached deep within Sara's sex and began, slowly at first, to vibrate. Sara gasped deeply, this was not the first time Alexa had used this upgrade on her, but she reserved it for very special occasions. Alexa had anticipated this day and had intentionally not used all her features. For the next several minutes Alexa gradually made more and more intense vibrations with her tongue, backing off on them when she sensed that Sara was getting too close to cumming.

Alexa once again extended her long tongue inside of Sara and instead of vibrating this time her tongue secreted a sweet smelling lubricant that also had a mild tingling sensation with it. Sara's body immediately registered the chemical compound and built a built-in WiFi antenna in her head looked up the properties, then sent the data to her cybernetic brain. All of this happened immediately and Sara's breath caught in her throat and her voice squeaked out in short high pitched bursts.

Sara began kneading the bed sheets in one hand and moved the other up to her left breast. She began to massage and grope at herself uncontrollably. She pinched her own nipple on occasion and let the sighs and moans of pure pleasure bubble out of her mouth without abandon. Sara's complex systems were constantly running system wide checks on her body, and within a few minutes it detected that there was an overall increase of internal heat of almost 38% over the past few minutes. Most likely due to the stimulation of her systems and the lack of adequate cooling for such an activity of this intensity. Her programming dictated that in such a situation that the best solution was to immediately initiate an orgasm as a first measure to conclude the stimulation.

Sara's legs twitched inward slightly, pressing Alexa's head between her pillowy thighs. She arched her back and moaned loud and long, which was a sneaky way for her synthetic body to expel a large amount of heated air all at once. Her artificial vagina also expelled a final surge of womanly juices. Alexa was ready and waiting for them and lapped them up as Sara continued to pant and sigh.

Sara flopped onto her back on the bed, arms stretched out at her side. Alexa climbed on top of her and then rolled slightly to one side, cradling Sara's panting body. Alexa could feel the heat radiating off of Sara as she snuggled up to her. Alexa roamed her hands over Sara's body, groping and gently massaging Sara's breasts and dragging her fingernails over her stomach. Sara lay on the bed panting for another minute while her systems cooled down inside of her.

"Holy cow Alexa, that was amazing. I didn't know you could do that!" Sara finally managed to say between gasps.

"Girl's gotta have her secrets, love." Alexa replied and the two began to kiss again, this time making it less about the passion and more about two lovers coming together in each other’s embrace.

Ethan heard the dead bolt on the bedroom door thunk into place and looked back at Kate.

"We should do something to keep ourselves busy, at least until it’s my turn." Kate giggled her adorable little laugh and looked into Ethan's eyes.

"Yes, we certainly should." Ethan replied. He grabbed her hand and drew her close to him and their lips met in the middle. For several minutes the two simply stood in the living room kissing tenderly. Gradually Ethan moved down to Kate's neck and allowed his hands to slide around her and grab her ass firmly in his hands. Kate let out a sigh of pleasure as he did. Ethan continued to kiss lower and lower until he was forced to hook a finger inside of her V-neck shirt and pull it down further and further to allow him access to her soft synthetic flesh. Kate moved her hands quickly down to her shirt and peeled it off of her, tossing it to the floor. Ethan kept kissing, hungry for more of her body. Kate quickly unclasped her bran and tossed it somewhere in the vicinity of the floor. Ethan pawed at her breasts and suckled on their tips.

"mmmm, ohh yes suck on my tits." Kate sighed softly with every pass of Ethan tongue. Ethan rose once again to kiss her neck, nibbling here and there as he went. Kate run her hand over his crotch a few times and felt just how hard he had become almost instantly. She expertly unbuttoned his pants and dropped them down to his ankles which he quickly stepped out of and kicked aside. Now it was Kate's turn to kiss lower and lower on Ethan. She ended with her knees folded neatly under her. One hand lay in her lap and the other other placed on Ethan's shaft. She pumped her fist back and forth several times while looking up at Ethen. He had thrown his head back and was grunting in pleasure with her perfectly placed hand motions.

Kate licked her lips a few times and then wrapped her mouth around Ethan's rock hard dick. She began bobbing her head back and forth a few inches. Soon she began driving his penis further and further inside of her mouth. Since she didn't require oxygen Kate was able to gobble Ethan's manhood down to her throat over and over. She could feel Ethan's knees waver slightly as waves of pleasure ran through his body.
Kate stopped her sucking and stood up, already beginning to wiggle out of her tight jeans. Ethan noticed that, like always, Kate had foregone panties for the day. Their lips met once more for a passionate wet kiss. Each of their tongues probing and swirling each others, like some kind of sensual dance. Kate's hand never left Ethan's penis, she kept a smooth and even rhythm up as they withdrew from each other.
Ethan lowered himself to the floor and looked up at Kate who was already starting to lower herself towards him. Ethan held up a single finger at her.

"Its been a while since you've had an internal inspection, hasn't it?" Ethan said with a wink.

"Why yes, I believe it has." Kate replied, "allow me."

Kate sucked in a deep breath and Ethan heard a slight click from inside of her chest. A faint line traced its way across her collar bone, along the sides of her torso, and up the middle of her chest. The two halves popped open about an inch, allowing Kate the thread her fingers inside of the opening and hinge the two halves of her chest open. Her supple breasts jiggled as the silicone inside of them came to a rest. As she opened herself she had also been steadily lowering herself into a squat above Ethan. The tip of Ethan's penis a few mere centimeters away from entering her already wet folds.

Ethan didn't think he could be any more turned on, or his manhood any harder, but he was wrong. Looking inside of Kate's open body made it so that he couldn't resist. Kate caught on to the cue and slowly lowered her vagina onto and around Ethan's shaft. Kate let out a sigh and smiled with joy. Ethan simply drooped his head backwards and grunted. Ethan could see the outline of himself inside of the complex latex bag inside of Kate's torso. He could both see and feel the small mechanical rollers lining the outside of her sex.

"Do you like seeing my circuitry?"

Ethan only moaned in reply.

"I am a machine Ethan, just bundles of wire and solder. I am an android, created to be the perfect companion for any man or woman."

Kate's artificial pussy started to increase the frequency of its gentle massage.

"I am just a shell to house the pieces inside of me," Kate brought her hands up and began running them over the edge of her open chest. Feeling the sheer edge where flesh met machine. She reached around the edge and disconnected several wires that ran from the metal frame and circuits on her open chest panel into her torso. Each time shuttering or twitching slightly. Once they were completely disconnected a half dozen cables hung out of her open torso and spilled onto Ethan's body. Kate tugged upward on each panel and they disengaged from the hinges holding them in place, she set each one aside.

"You see? I am an android, built and programmed by you. I think you did a fantastic job of putting me together. I am especially fond of my plastic pussy."

Kate detected that Ethan was getting close to orgasm. She knew exactly what to do to push him over the edge.

"I am obedient to the lines of code you filled me with. I am superb at imitating a human woman, but like this there is no doubt what I am. I love the personality you wrote for me, Ethan, it lives right here," Kate had reached inside of her open torso and was running her fingers over a chip lined circuit board. Then she yanked it out.

"Error, personality files missing or corrupt. This unit requires servicing." Kate's voice suddenly dropped into an emotionless monotone droll. "Would you like to continue?"

Ethan was panting and thrusting his crotch into Kate since her sexual subsystem had stopped at the sudden loss of one of its components. "Ungh, yes! Please continue."

"Confirmed, resuming from last known save...error, software unavailable. Error, error, er.orr."

Ethan continued to pump his cock inside of her, faster and faster with each passing word from Kate's synthetic lips.

"Fatal error. I am an android. I am designed to be your-your-your lover-er. I am. I love. I am your. I love your. Android. I am your lover android."

Ethan finally burst, his penis began filling her plastic pussy with his load. He could see her internal components sucking away the fluids and milking his dick for everything it was worth.

"Fluid discharge detected in vaginal module. Executing orgasm sequence now. Oh yes. Oh god yes. I want you inside of me-me. Uhhh, oh yes. Pound that pussy. I love to feel your cock inside of me. Oh Ethan-than. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Ethan fell back against the floor, gasping for air.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Ethan took another moment to inhale enough air to cool his own systems down and reached up and took the personality core from Kate's hand. He looked up at her face, which was staring into the distance, her head tilted slightly to one side. Ethan smiled, though he knew she wasn't processing anything except for the multitude of error flowing through her advanced robotic brain. He gently inserted the personality core back into its slot inside her chest.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck- personality core detected. Resuming human emulation." An expression of pure delight crossed Kate's face. "Me. Hi Ethan, how did I do? Do I pass inspection?"

"With flying colors my dear. How many errors are you reporting right now?"

"One thousand two hundred eighty eight. Oh, eighty nine. Chest covers missing, I was trying to start softening my nipples, but they ain't there."

Ethan reached out and picked up both panels and held them up.

"Nope, I got 'em right here, and if you ever want to see them again you have to promise not to yank something quite so critical next time."

Kate made an X over the spot that a human heart might be. "Cross my processors and hope to be scrapped."

Ethan returned her chest panels to her and she reattached them with all the precision and grace you would come to expect from an android. Kate dismounted Ethan and helped him back to his feet just as she heard the Deadbolt to the bedroom release. Alexa leaned out and looked Kate square in the eyes. She held up a single finger and curled in, beckoning Kate to the bedroom. Kate licked her lips and began to slink towards Alexa. Once in the room Alexa closed and locked the door behind her.

Sara was curled up on the bed, still nude and looking seductively at Kate. She pat the bed next to her and Kate obliged by walking over and sitting next to Sara.

Alexa walked over and knelt down in front of the two gorgeous androids on the bed. She looked up at Kate and spread her legs wide open. She ran a single finger the entire length of Kate's thigh and ended at her robotic slit. She used two fingers to spread Kate's lips and dove in with her tongue. Kate gasped as her processors started to collect and file the waves of data from her artificial pussy at once. Meanwhile Alexa reached over and ran a hand up and along Sara's leg to her vagina as well. Alexa drove two fingers inside of her still moist folds and began sliding and caressing her clit. Sara spread her legs to give Alexa room to move, but the red-headed sex-bot hardly needed it. Sara could feel another orgasm starting to build already, but she wanted to make this last as long as possible. Kate leaned over and began kissing Sara's neck while Alexa was busy between her legs. Sara quickly met Kate's lips and both locked mouths. The two sexy robots spent the next 15 minutes fondling, kissing, squeezing, groping, sighing and ultimately cumming together.

After Alexa had finished them both they all crawled into the bed together.

"It's good to have you on your feet, Alexa" Kate said, wrapping her arms around Alexa.

"Ha, it's just good to have feet!" Alexa replied and wiggled her perfect toes to accentuate the point.

Sara piped in, "Poor Ethan, so many girls, and only 1 penis."

Alexa looked over at Sara, "Well, one and a half" and winked.

Both Sara and Kate sat up slightly to look at Alexa who was in between the two. Alexa had a coy smile on her face.

"Gimme a second." Alexa said. She closed her eyes and both of the other robots registered the soft hiss of a panel opening. Alexa had opened her chest panel and had taken out a flesh toned penis from a holster inside of one of her chest panels. The penis was connected to a mechanical looking array of circuits on one end.

"People are in to all kinds of things in this wide world, and I was built to please them all." Alexa reached down and there was another hissing sound. Alexa withdrew her own vagina and held the device up for the girls to see. She then slid the mechanical cock into place. She replaced the vagina inside of her chest and closed it back up.

"Are you two ready for round two?"

==Part 5 - Cassandra==
Cassandra's eyes suddenly popped open from her sleep. The highly sophisticated camera's behind her eyes instantly focused on her surroundings. She was in Ethan's lab still. From her position she deduced that she was clamped into the mount on Ethan's desk. At least, her head was. Cassandra hadn't gotten a body just yet. Over the last few months Ethan had been amassing compatible parts for her. Thus far he had gotten her a pair of nicely toned legs that used to belong to a housewife. Her torso had come from a strip club that was upgrading a few of its models to the latest and greatest, and her arms had come from the victim of a car accident.

Looking out at the lab she could see her body was assembled, well, mostly at least. While the shell of a human woman lay on the steel work bench in the middle of Ethan's lab, limbs attached where they should be, currently it was only the outer most pieces. There were still several more components that needed to be assembled to make everything function. Ethan had devoted almost every moment of every day where he wasn't busy hunting down, comparing prices, and matching compatabilities. Several parts had arrived, but not quite enough to start assembling things.

After Her eyes focused, the sensors in her ears registered a faint sound. The bolt on the front door had just unlocked. Her internal time clock told her it was about the time for Alexa to arrive home. She heard Alexa's keys drop onto a nearby table and hear the smooth footsteps of the pretty red-headed androids approach.

"Good evening Alexa, how was your day?" Cassandra asked, her tone cheery.

"Another standard day of fucking the brains out of every man and woman who sees me" Alexa let a smile cross her face. Being a sex-bot had its advantages. One was getting to have every kind of sex imaginable with new and exciting people every day.

"When you are ready, there is a new set of patches that Ethan and I coded today. Please let me know when you are ready." Cassandra smiled vaguely at Alexa who was just about done unbuttoning the corset she had been wearing. She finally unclasped the last button and let it fall off of her, as she did gravity finally took hold of her breasts and they tumbled down her, jiggling to a halt. She sat down at the computer next to Cassandra's mounted head.

"No time like the present I suppose." Alexa said. Cassandra registered the faintest click and hiss of pressure being released. Her eyes swiveled in their mechanical sockets to look at Alexa. Alexa had tucked her short red hair behind her ears and now her entire face was gently sliding away from the rest of her skull. Once it stopped it had slid two inches out. Alexa smoothly lifted her hands to her face and pulled it off of the mounting braces that slid it out. She set it down on the desk in between her and Cassandra. Inside were mechanical components of all kinds. Her eyes were slotted in to a set of highly advanced ports that housed incredibly high definition cameras. You could see the trailing end of what were her ears funneling in to a central block of circuits. A spectacularly white set of teeth covered the rubberized tube that led into her chest. Alexa's own robotic eyes swiveled in their sockets and found the USB cable on the desk. She picked it up and plugged it in to a a waiting port inside of her face just above her cheek.

"Connection established." Alexa said, losing all inflection in her words for just a moment. Her mouth also hadn't moved, the sound came from a speaker near the mouth. It was only used when her face was removed, most of the time an artificial voice box was used.

"Very good, FEU-04a please download and install patch FEU4.1.3 and reboot after install."

"Confirmed" Alexa intoned.

Alexa sat still for the next few minutes as the patch was transferred to her android brain, processed by her CPU and installed. As the patch was applied various body parts twitched and spasmed. Her fingers twitched as if typing furiously, both legs jerked towards each other and her head swiveled an inch left and right constantly. Finally all movement stopped, and Alexa's head drooped slightly. With her face removed the audible stop of cooling fans filled the air.

Five seconds after her shutdown, Alexa's head picked up slightly and the gentle whir of cooling fans came back on. She sat stock still for thirty seconds and finally the yellow LED's scattered around her exposed head turned green. Alexa reached up and disconnected the connection cable plugged into her skull and dropped it to the desk. She reached for her face and snapped it back on to the connection posts which retracted into her head. High power air pumps began working right away to seal her face against the rest of her synthetic skin.

Alexa rolled her lips around momentarily and blinked several times. She massaged her cheeks a little with her hands and opened and closed her jam a few times.

"I'll never get over how many warnings such a simple thing calls up." Alexa said. "My whole log is filled with 'cranial faceplate missing, please see assembly instructions' and 'error in human emulation, module missing' don't get me wrong, I love being a robot, but jeez you would think we would be programmed to not get those!" Alexa whined.

"They are for the end users benefit and for future analysis." Cassandra replied in a very matter of factual tone.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. Anyway, there was a package on the doorstep when I got home this morning."

"Oh, how exciting! That must be more parts to get my body assembled." Cassandra began looking around. "Where is it?"

"Oh, I left it out on the couch for Ethan or Sara. Where is he anyway?" Alexa said.

"Sleeping I think. Should I trigger his alarm?" Cassandra asked.

"Nah, I think I am going to get some charge in me any way. He'll get the box when he wakes up." Alexa stood up and grabbed the corset she had discarded earlier. She folded it as best she could and lay it on top of Cassandra's body.

"You're gonna be red hot once you have some guts in you." Alexa said, walking back to Cassandra's head.

"Why thank you, I hope to be-"

Cassandra was cut off when Alexa leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Alexa slid her tongue gently between the blonds lips and the two artificial women kissed fir several minutes. Alexa stood up and kissed the top of Cassandra's head.

"Good night kid-o."

"Good night Alexa." Cassandra said sweetly.

Meanwhile Alexa walked across the lab and stood next to a power strip on the floor. She reached behind her and removed a small patch of skin that was backed by a hard plastic shell. There were several wires crisscrossing the small panel with one central connection and mounting point. She set the piece of her skin on a shelf next to her and reached in to the now open port on her back. She pulled out several feet of thick electrical cabling with a standard power plug on the end. She dipped down, bending at the knees and keeping her back straight and plugged herself in. She stood back up and exhaled, letting her eyes droop closed.

Alexa checked her internal clock and power before even opening her eyes. She had charged for 6 hours, meaning it was 1pm. Power at 100%. Her ears picked up the sound of working the lab and the complex cluster of sensors in her nose picked up the faintest hint of solder in the air. Her eyes fluttered open and looked around the lab.

Ethan was hunched over Cassandra's body, small wisps of smoke were curling out of her. Alexa put a foot in the power strip and yanked the cable free, letting it smoothly retract back into her body.

"That's bad for the cable you know." Ethan said without even glancing up from Cassandra's body.

"Thanks mom." Alexa quipped back.

"You're buying the next power core when you break that one."

Alexa simply stuck out her tongue in response. She pulled up a stool and rested her chin in her hands, peering inside of Cassandra's body. Ethan had just finished mounting and connecting the last of the parts that had come in earlier. Cassandra now had a central logic board, a few hard drives, though not nearly enough, and a few sensor blocks.

"Slow going?" Alexa asked

Ethan sighed "parts are just getting harder and harder to find. People are more willing to scrap a whole droid then part it out. Its getting frustrating."

"Anything I can do to help relieve that tension?" Alexa purred.

"Yeah, open up and let me borrow a few pieces."

"Hmm, that's not quite what I had in mind."

Ethan sighed, his own human emulation software was working a little too well as the thought of Alexa's lips on his crotch immediately illicit a sexual response. Ethan's eyes met Alexa's, what was the point in having a sex bot if you didn't use it? Ethan smiled slightly and unzipped his pants. Alexa took her cue and slinked over to Ethan, lifting the mini skirt she was wearing as she went.

With inhuman amounts of balance Alexa lifted her leg, allowing her calf to dangle as she crossed over Ethan's lap. She brought her leg down to land on the floor and had straddled Ethan in the process. He hadn't registered the act consciously, but her wet pussy was already sliding down his shaft. She began grinding her hips back and forth while running her hand through her short crop of red hair. Every movement in her body made her breasts jiggle and sway in front of Ethan's face. Ethan reached up and cupped Alexa's breasts, softly massaging them in rhythm with her hips movements. It didn't take long for Ethan to get close to climaxing, when he did though Alexa suddenly stopped her motions and dismounted. She slid gracefully down and wrapped her lips around his cock. Just a few moments of perfectly timed bobbing and Ethan let loose his hot load inside of her. She gleefully sucked and licked until the very last drop was gone.

Ethan's head rest against the back of his chair, he was breathing heavily. Alexa licked her lips even though she knew she hadn't missed anything, it was part of her pre-programmed post-blow job sequence. She rose once again to stand in front of Ethan, legs spread shoulder length, the synthetic muscles just below the surface of her skin taught and tight. With barely a motion she had hopped up on the steel table, her legs spread perfectly to accompany Ethan's head. Ethan rolled forward in his chair and planted his face firmly on her sex.

His nose and mouth instantly filled with a sugary sweet smell. It didn't have a distinctive flavor, just sweetness. Ethan started by kissing circles around Alexa's hairless vagina. Before long, though, he was fully inside of her, lapping at her clit. The advantage to being the one who programs the way an android works is that you know your way through their inner workings. Ethan knew how Alexa was coded to respond to every little stimulation. He knew just where and when to flick the tip of his tongue in order to cause her the most amount of pleasure.

Ethan let his hands drift up Alexa's leg, up her sides, and finally her breasts. Ethan massaged and played with Alexa's body in tempo with his tongue. He knew just how to pinch her nipples, when to cup her breasts, and when to press harder into her with his mouth. With that level of efficiency it didn't take long before an extra gush of sugary fluids filled Ethan's mouth. Alexa's back arched and she threw back her head and let out an unabashed wail of pleasure.

After getting dressed and returning to work the pair exchanged pleasantries about the day. Alexa describing in great detail the things that had been done to her or that she had done to someone else. Do what you love Ethan thought to himself. Before long, and with a little help from Alexa, Ethan had the days work completed. Ethan spent the rest of the evening balancing checkbooks, finding more parts, comparing models, and generally planning the best choice on how to most effectively finish Cassandra.

Life was like that for several more weeks. Alexa would come home, Kate would show up, eventually Sara would as well. The four would come together, Alexa would suggest some kind of sexual activity ranging from a blow job to an orgy, then charging and planning fir everyone. Not such a bad life, and dutifully Cassandra's head smiled from her temporary home, mounted to the lab desk.

The final shipment of parts came on a rainy Friday afternoon. A gigantic hard drive that would store her personality, stored processes, pre-calculated responses and still leave plenty more room to save new files. Granted Cassandra didn't need very much space compared to the other bots in the house. As a domestics only droid she required little social programming and was designed mostly for household chores. Ethan, of course, took it upon himself to make her slightly more complicated than just that.

The basic domestic android didn't come with sexual hardware or internal hardware to process fluids and waste. Domestics had been one of the first androids to hit the market, causing a flood of controversy. People were likening them to woman shaped brooms or vacuum cleaners that you would use for one task then put back in the closet. To their credit this was exactly what they were designed for, doing what they were told to do then waiting for the next command.

For as many extra attachments and lines of code Ethan and Sarah put in, Cassandra's basic personality couldn't be changed, she would be subservient to a fault. It wouldn't necessarily be "yes, master" but it would be close enough.

Several other circuits were wrapped in static bags and bubble wrap inside the box. A few more instruction cores, which would help turn the binary instructions into instructions which would then be passed to the parts of Cassandra's body. Everything from the smallest twitch of a finger to the complexities of human emulation would pass through these cores. Cassandra needed significantly less than Kate and Alexa and a minuscule amount compared to Ethan and Sara.

There were also a few extra optional parts, a basic fluid processor unit that would connect to her mouth and vagina. Along with the fluid processor was the vaginal unit itself. Cassandra wasn't designed for sexual intercourse but it had been an option that Alexa had begged to have included. As such there weren't proper drivers or software to handle it. Sara had spent the better part of two months hand coding the software needed, but until now there was no way to test it.

Ethan got to work right away installing the new hardware. The instruction cores had standard connection points and the hard drive slotted in easily. Cassandra's artificial vagina was much more work. The whole unit was a singular unit with several pieces that were all meant to connect to various other subsystems inside the blond android. The problem was that her body didn't have the connections to support the vagina.

Ethan slid the unit between her legs into her body and that was the easiest part. From there he spent an hour hand soldering each wire onto a wide array of custom made circuit boards. These boards were intended to pass back a signal that an operation had started. Things like Cassandra's lips and cheeks had reddened with the start of a sexual process. Cassandra, however, did not have the pigmentation systems installed in her face to actually blush, which would cause an error in her sexual subroutine. These boards were made to interrupt those instructions and then feed back that they were completed. Cassandra would not make a convincing sexbot but she could get the job done. Provided the wide array of experimental programming worked.

Ethan finished painstakingly wiring in Cassandra's sex to the interrupt circuits he had made. There were a few slots on the boards for USB devices which Ethan had been loading up with the software required to make them work. Ethan fastened the mish mash of components to Cassandra's hard plastic frame. He had to drill a few custom holes in her plastic pelvic bone but everything was secure.

Ethan plugged in a power cable and left Cassandra's body on the table until Sarah got home. In the mean time Ethan was transferring Cassandra's personality from his computer to the hard drive he had received earlier. He had powered down her head in order to make it ready for the final move later this evening. Ethan spent the remainder of his time making sure all the hardware was secure and prepping any tools that he anticipated he might need to fix Cassandra's experimental equipment.

After a few hours Alexa finally arrived home as evidenced by the front door closing harder than it should and the sound of a bag dropping to the floor.

"Ethan, I'm home and I want to fuck Cassandra! Tell me she's ready."

"Not yet, I want Sara here to help troubleshoot anything that might go wrong." Ethan called back from the lab.

"You can be so boring sometimes." Alexa pouted.

Within a half an hour Sara arrived home and dumped her bag on the ground by the front door as well. She immediately pulled her Pizza 'Spress T-shirt up over her head and tossed it aside.

"Ugh, I feel disgusting." She shouted as she walked down the hall towards the bathroom. As she did she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. She finished stripping down and immediately got into the shower. Ethan walked into the bathroom just as Sara was running her hands over her breasts, spreading lather over them and arching her back slightly. Ethan enjoyed the sight of Sara in the shower, and Sara clearly didn't mind as she had made no effort to close the shower curtain or even the door to the bathroom.

"So, how was your day?" Ethan said leaning against the door jamb.

"Busy as hell, I haven't sweat that much in ages." Sara replied rinsing the soap from her body.

"Fun. Well, I have something that might cheer you up a little" Ethan said.

Sara whipped her head towards Ethan and couldn't hold back the smile that spread across her lovely face. "Cassandra's parts came!?"

"Cassandra's parts came and I've already got them installed and ready for some testing. That is if you are up for it." Ethan said with a hint of sarcasm. As if Sara would pass up the opportunity to work on the girls with Ethan.
Sara, who had just gotten her hair wet, quickly turned off the shower "Ehh, who needs clean hair." She said and got out of the shower and began to towel herself off. Ethan took the opportunity while she wrapped the towel around her to sneak in a quick kiss and smile at her.

"Lemme just change real quick. I'll meet you in the lab. Oh, hi Alexa."

Alexa had appeared in the doorway, completely naked and with her hair pulled back into a short pony tail. She took a step forward and draped herself over Ethan.

"Well hello there good lookin', do you have a few minutes? I would love to help you unwind." Alexa said in a husky voice dripping with suggestive ideas.

"I would love to, but we've got work to do Alexa. You'll have to wait for Kate to get home." Sara said with a smile. She stopped and planted a lingering kiss on Alexa's red lips and tossed her a wink as she walked past. Alexa and Ethan both turned to watch her strut down the hall to their bedroom. Sara slapped her bare ass just before turning into the bedroom. Alexa disentangled from Ethan and smirked at him.

"Someone did a good job on her." Alexa commented.

"I'll say." Ethan replied.

Ethan went to the lab and did a final check over Cassandra. Sara came in a few minutes later in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt followed closely by Alexa who looked like she had begrudgingly agreed to put on a sweat shirt and a pair of panties, she clutched a slender glass dildo in her hands. Sara quickly got to work at the computer pulling up consoles and editing programs so that she could quickly change code as needed. Meanwhile Ethan was busy connecting a large mass of cables to that were connected on one end to a heavy metal box with a simple switch on top and the other end snaked inside of Cassandra's open chest panel. After Ethan had connected the box he gently disconnected Cassandra's head from the mount on the desk and set about connecting the cables in the bottom of her next to their matching connection points at the top of her torso.

After only a few minutes everything was ready. Sara gave Ethan a silent thumbs up, Alexa waited patiently in the corner of the lab, clutching the long glass sex toy, and Ethan poised over the top of the metal box resting on the corner of the desk. Ethan took a deep breath and flipped the switch on the box.

Immediately lights began to glow yellow inside of Cassandra's body. Several blinked for a full minute before turning green, but eventually that all did. Ethan peered inside of her open chest cavity and checked the make shift interupt board they had made and it looked to be holding up nicely. Ethan glanced up at Cassandra's face just in time to see her eyes open. He stood up and looked into her eyes.

"All systems initialized, no errors detected. Installing software for new components, one moment please." Cassandra stared straight ahead without blinking for several minutes before finally intoning "Software installation complete. Continuing boot sequence. Starting human emulation software now."

Her eyes drooped for just a second before a wide smile split her face and her eyes popped open.

"Oh! I was trying to sit up to hug you but I appear to be immobilized. Is something wrong?" Cassandra asked sweetly.

"No, nothing is wrong, but you are still opened up and we have some testing to do before we give you a clean bill of health." Ethan told her.

"Oh, that's very smart of you. Very well, continue testing."

Ethan turned around and nodded to Sara who was watching the pair from the computer. Ethan walked back to the desk and rest his hand lightly next to the metal box. Sara began punching commands into one of the open consoles on her computer. Cassandra's arms, legs and head all twitch slightly. Each one in sequence as their motor functions were restored. Cassandra sat up just enough to look down at the rest of her exposed torso then laid back down.

"A vaginal unit? Oh Ethan, you naughty boy you." Cassandra winked at him.

"Hey, it was her idea." Ethan said as he jammed a thumb in Alexa's direction.

"I see, I look forward to using it to best server my housemates." Cassandra said with a smile.

"Ok then, I say we get to testing then. Alexa, care to give me a hand?" Ethan said.

Alexa didn't wait to be asked twice. She walked over to Cassandra's feet. She quickly stuffed the slender glass sex toy in her mouth and then spread Cassandra's legs. She withdrew the sex toy from between her lips.

"You ready for this?" Alexa said in her signature seductress voice.

"Yes, please proceed, Alexa" Cassandra replied.

Alexa started slowly. Teasing Cassandra's folds with the tip of the glass rod. Immediately a grin appeared on Cassandra's face. While Alexa only teased at Cassandra's artificial vagina Ethan was hovering over Sara, both transfixed on the scrolling log of text on the screen. They were vigilantly looking for any initial signs of problems. Ethan eventually turned and gave Alexa a thumb sup, indicating that so far Cassandra had lubricated herself properly and Alexa was free to move ahead.

Alexa gently pushed the toy further inside of Cassandra. Ethan once again stood near the metal box on the computer desk, ready to forcefully cut all of Cassandra's power if need be. Alexa had made it a clean six inches inside of Cassandra when the blond robot let out a high pitched moan of pleasure.
Ethan once again went over to the computer, looking over Sara's shoulder.

"It's a little laggy on the response, I can fix that in the weekly patch." Sara said.

Alexa kept sliding the toy in and out of Cassandra's now wet pussy at regular and smooth intervals. Ethan hung over Sara for a few moments longer before Cassandra let out another series of moans.

"Mmm, oh yes Alexa! That feels so good. Keep doing that-doing that-doing that!"

Ethan spun to look at Cassandra just in time to see her whole body buck several inches off of the table and flop down. Alexa pulled the toy out of her and took several steps back, looking worried.

"doing that! doing that! doing that!" Cassandra repeated and her whole body began to spasm. Her head swiveled wildly from side to side. Ethan quickly reached for the power switch but Cassandra bucked once again and twitched wildly. She came down at an odd angle and landed on the edge of the lab table causing her to roll off the far side of the table. As she rolled she dragged the metal box Ethan had been reaching for off of the desk and onto the floor.

Ethan dove for the box but Cassandra had slid off of the table which jerked the power box out from under Ethan's grasp. Ethan, now on the floor, looked over in time to see Cassandra tumble down. She landed with most of her weight on her neck and shoulder. Ethan watched in horror as her head impacted the floor with a sickening crunch and watched as her head rolled to an inhuman angle, tearing synthetic flesh and circuitry away from her body. Ethan began scrambling around the table but only made it half way before he hear an electric sizzle followed by a rapid succession of pops.

Ethan got to his feet and looked down over Cassandra. Her body was convulsing erratically, flashes of blue sparks were spraying randomly from inside of her chest which was angled towards the ceiling. Her body had naturally rolled onto its back while her head was practically face down on the floor. Her lips continued to move, mouthing the phrase "doing that!" as she had been the whole time. The acrid smell of burning plastic and circuitry filled the room and Ethan noticed smoke had begun to billow out of Cassandra's open torso. As her mouth moved small puffs of smoke and the occasional spurt of sparks issued forth.

Ethan scanned the floor for the power box and found it and quickly switched off Cassandra. Ethan flopped onto the floor next to Cassandra's ruined body. He ran his hands roughly through his hair and over his face. He looked at the damaged droid. The only remnant that her head had once been attached was a small shred of synthetic flesh which was twisted to accommodate that different angle of the head to the torso. The connection port had been ripped off of the top part of the neck stump and was still connected to Cassandra's head. The last wisps of smoke were curling out of her lips. There must have been an extreme amount of heat because the synthetic skin around her jaw line had begun to melt. A slightly pinkish goo was all that remained and was thin enough in several places to see the plastic bone structure below it.

Inside of her body Ethan could see the blackened remains of the signal interrupt boards he had made. There was a small amount of damage to the skin around the opening into her torso but nothing serious. Ethan did notice that several of the capacitors on her primary logic board had begun to bulge, a sure fire sign of an over load. The whole board would need to be replaced. Some of the sparks and heat had also melted a hole in her saline solution canister and it had emptied its contents over several of the instruction cores. Luckily Ethan had spares for those.

Ethan's eyes trailed down to Cassandra's sex, which had completely melted the fleshy exterior and charred almost all of the internal components. All that remained between Cassandra's legs was a weirdly warped thick latex tube leading into the larger ruined component. It was nothing more than scrap metal now.

Ethan sighed and looked up at Alexa and Sara, both of which were standing over him. Both were slack jawed and staring. Ethan knew there was nothing that could be done now except to clean up and start over. He stood and picked up Cassandra's body and lifted it to the table. In the process the small piece of flesh holding her head to her body gave way and Ethan bent and picked it up separately. A look of pure joy and pleasure had frozen on her face, even through the mangled and melted Ethan could see that she had been enjoying herself right up until Ethan had cut the power.

Alexa, Sara, and eventually Kate all helped clean up the mess. There were a surprising amount of tiny pieces that had blown out if Cassandra when she fell. All the while Ethan pulled part after part out of Cassandra, examining and testing each one. It was a whole week before Ethan had evaluated all of them. During that week the house was a quiet and somber place. Everyone went to work and charged but not much more.

Ethan reassured everyone after he had finished examining Cassandra that she was fully repairable, and no lasting damage was done to her programming. Life began to return to normal once the first shipment of new parts arrived. Ethan, as always immediately went to work. Symbolically the first piece installed was a sexless crotch covering for Cassandra. Sara and Ethan had learned their lesson. Alexa only protested a little.

==Part 6 - Conclusions and Begginings==
Cassandra lay sprawled on the work bench in the middle of Ethan's lab once again. Her lifeless eyes unfocused on the ceiling above her. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, showing a row of perfectly white teeth behind it. Once again her chest was splayed open and cabling was running deep inside of her and snaking across the floor to Ethan's computer.

Currently the computer was occupied by Sara who was meticulously going over the operating code that would be the framework for the rest of Cassandra's programming. She had been at it all weekend long, going so far as to call in sick to her job at Pizza 'Spress. Ever since the incident last week everyone had been pitching in wherever they could.

Cassandra had not only taken a nasty fall from the bench to the floor, she had also suffered a serious overload in her sexual systems. She hadn't been designed to have a sex in the first place but with some creative coding they thought that they could make it work. They were unfortunately wrong. The consequence was that Cassandra had fried out several internal circuits and needed several new parts.

Sara was pouring over the code line by line, making sure that everything would work this time. They had already collectively decided that Cassandra would not have a vaginal module so as to prevent another overload like last time. But that was an integrated part of her personality. It would be the human equivalent of waking up one morning to find that you didn't have legs. Needless to say Sara had been trimming and rewriting pieces of Cassandra's base system for nearly two days straight. She oddly did not feel even slightly tired. Currently Kate and Alexa, the other two androids living in the house, we're at work. Ethan was double checking that all the parts were secure inside of Cassandra.

He glanced up at Sara, he had had to do some tricky things with her programming without her knowledge to make this weekend work. Sara was another robot like the rest of the house hold members, Ethan included, but she had no idea. Ethan had to update her software to have her actively avoid noticing that she was trailing a power cable up the front of her shirt. In order to have her coding through the night she was constantly plugged in. She only disconnected the power when Kate and Alexa were in the house. She would reach up her shirt, disconnect the power, drop the cable and close her panel and then resume like nothing had happened. Ethan was proud of himself for that little piece of genius; he hoped it would be included in future androids.

The whole point in their existence was to test if androids could easily blend in to society as well as be self-sufficient. Ethan was programmed to be the mechanic of the cluster. Sara was designed to be the perfect human emulation. Alexa and Kate both were to be human emulators, or robots that knew what they were but programmed to emulate humanity whenever possible, and finally Cassandra. Cassandra was designed to be a standard domestic maid type droid.

Sara pinched the bridge of her nose and squinted her eyes shut. She blinked a few more times before going back to her coding. Easily three hours later she finally leaned back in the chair.

"Aaaaand done. I think we are finally ready." Sara said, stretching her hands above her head and arching her back.

"oh good, I've double checked all of the mount points inside of the torso, everything is night and tight. I think we're ready." Ethan replied.

Sara stood up and without even noticing stepped around the power cable snaking up her shirt. She wore a plane white V neck T-shirt and a pair of pink panties, but nothing else. She walked over to Cassandra and peered inside and gave a single nod.

"Ok, let’s do this." Sara said and walked back to the computer and bent over the keyboard. Ethan enjoyed the view of her perfectly toned ass as she typed on the keyboard. Before long Sara was walking back towards Cassandra with a hard drive in one hand and a screw driver in the other. She bent over Cassandra's open form and slotted the hard drive into place, screwed it into place and connected the data cables.

Ethan meanwhile was disconnecting the cables that ran into Cassandra from the desk. Once he disconnected one and dropped it to the floor he connected the matching circuit inside of her chest. The two of them looked like surgeons to the casual observer. Reaching hands deep inside of Cassanda's open torso and moving bits and pieces out of the way to make room for an incoming connection or mounting hoses into clamps on her frame.

Half an hour later Ethan heard the telltale jingle of keys near the front door. Sara's highly sensitive ears picked them up as well because even though she was still connecting parts inside of Cassandra she stood straight up and lifted her shirt, resting it on top of her breasts. She deftly reached up and tugged the power cable out of the power port just below her solar plexus and dropped it. There was a slight whirring and the panel cover slid into place and once again Sara looked human. She dropped her shit back into place and resumed what she was doing.

Kate came into the lab moments later. She walked up to Ethan and embraced him and kissed him passionately on the lips. Her standard greeting when she was home from work. She then walked around the table and Kissed Sara in the same way, though she reached around and pinched Sara on the butt while kissing.

"Anything I can help with?" Kate asked flopping down in the computer chair.

"Not really, we are just about done here. How's your charge?" Ethan replied.

"28% it was a busy day. We were doing inventory so I had lots of heavy lifting. It really took it out of me." Kate said pulling her knees to her chest and spinning in the chair to face the computer.

"We've got things handled here, why don't you go plug in. We'll come get you when Cassandra's ready." Sara said without looking up.

"No need to come get me, Alexa and I have a date together later tonight. Besides, we don't really feel like being here when she comes online...no offense." Kate replied.

"Fair enough, have a good time tonight." Ethan said.

Kate pulled her shirt over her head and unclasped her bra as she walked out of the room and across the hall. Ethan faintly heard the soft hiss of her charging port opening and her plugging herself in. Sara and Ethan finished up inside of Cassandra and had gotten her torso closed up just as Alexa was coming through the front door. She sauntered into the lab and much the same as Kate, greeted Sara and Ethan with a hug and kiss. Except Alexa's greeting involved her slipping a hand down Ethan's pants and fondling his manhood while kissing. Sara got the same which ended in Alexa licking a small amount of Sara's juices from her fingertips.

"Hey, I've got a date with Kate tonight, so don't expect me out of the room for a bit." Alexa said.

"Yeah Kate told us, nothing to worry about. Have fun" Ethan said as stood next to Cassandra. Sara stood by the computer looking as if she was just waiting for Alexa to leave to do something. Alexa got the hint pretty quickly and left the lab, closing the lab door behind her. Ethan and Sara both waited until the door across the hall closed as well and even waited about a minute past that before locking eyes with each other. Sara tapped the enter button on the keyboard.

Immediately Cassandra's eyes began blinking. Her eyes swiveled around the room before setting back into place. A full minute passed before she said anything. Only the faintest sound of a spinning hard drive could be heard.
Cassandra finally began speaking "Primary scans indicate no errors. All systems functioning properly. Beginning human emulation." Cassandra's head turned to one side and faced Ethan and Sara.

"What's the matter you two? You look so worried. Can I get you something?" Cassandra's tone was just as sweet and cheery as ever. It was a legitimate ray of sunshine in an otherwise gloomy house.

Cassandra slid off of the table and let her feet fall the last few inches, causing her bare breasts to jiggle slightly at the impact. She stood up straight and smiled vibrantly at the pair who returned the smile. The trio locked in a hug and held it there for a few moments. Cassandra was genuinely happy at the group hug but confused as to why the other two were so ecstatic.

"I'm glad to see you both, but where are Alexa and Kate?" Cassandra asked.

"Uh, they had a date. They are across the hall." Ethan said

"Oh, I won’t interrupt them then. I wonder why they didn't want to be here."

"W-well they didn't want to risk seeing you malfunction again. It really upset them last time." Sara said reluctantly.

"I malfunctioned? I don't recall that. My memory is completely blank from my previous activation. I only have a log entry of activating, then deactivating approximately two minutes later and then this activation."

"Yeah, you took a pretty nasty fall off the table and shorted out about 40% of your internal workings. It wasn't a pretty sight." Sara said.

"I see, well, it’s a good thing that I have friends like you to get me ship shape once again!" She hugged both of them once again. The happiness was infectious and both Ethan and Sara returned the embrace and smiled as well.

"Now, I would love to get some clothes on so I can move around the house without having to close the blinds or attract attention. Do you think one of you could go get me some clothes?"

"You know Cass, with the condition you are in I think you should go get them. I don't think Kate or Alexa will mind one bit." Sara piped in.

Cassandra Smiled and quietly opened the lab door and crept across the hall and listened in to the door across from the lab. She could hear Kate obviously moaning with pleasure, but it almost sounded like she was trying to keep quiet about it. Alexa was louder, but still not as loud as Cassandra had heard her all the way from the lab.

Cassandra then realized that this was the first time she had left the lab on her own legs. For that matter it was the first time she had walked. She turned back to the door and knocked lightly. Immediately the sounds from the other side of the door stopped. Cassandra cracked the door open a little and poked her head in, smiling all the while.

"Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to let you know that I was ok, fully functional, and that I needed some clothes." Cassandra said in a meager voice.

Kate and Alexa looked at each other briefly before a sly smile crossed both of their faces. Alexa, who was currently mounting Kate wagged her finger at Cassandra, beckoning her to come join them. Cassandra slipped inside and closed the door.

"Kids, they grow up so fast." Ethan said as he watched Cassandra close the bedroom door behind her.

Sara hopped up onto the work bench. "Yeah but now we're empty nesters. What do you want to do with all of our spare time now?" Sara said, spreading her legs slightly. Ethan used his own wireless connection to make a link with Sara's. Without her knowledge he checked her system status:
*Power - 44%
*Fluids - 88% full
*Human Emulation - Active
*Human Status - Unaware
*Primary systems - active
*Sub systems - active

"Well, we'll just have to figure something out." Ethan sauntered forward and kissed Sara gently at first but continued to deepen the kiss until they were both exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Sara pulled away and reached down and pulled her shirt off over her head. Ethan wasted no time kissing around her breasts as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She shrugged and let it fall somewhere on the lab floor. Ethan was already suckling on her left nipple and toying with her right one. She squeezed her breasts up, cupping them slightly for him. She then let go of them and let them bounce in front of Ethan's face.

He continued to fondle, suck, and kiss her magnificent breast. Licking the entirety of them as if they were ice cream cones, swirling her erect nipples under his tongue, and occasionally nibbling slightly. All of this elicited moans of pleasure from Sara's lips. Sara lowered herself onto the bench and as she did Ethan peeled off her panties and dropped them to the floor. He climbed on top of her and the two most human robots in the house made love.

The door closed behind Cassandra. While Alexa was dismounting Kate Cassandra noticed that she had a penis where her vagina would normally be. Alexa followed her stare and smirked a bit.

"Babe, I'm a sex bot, I have hot swappable parts for all walks of life. Care to give it try?" Alexa winked at Cassandra who met her eyes and smiled in return. Even though she didn’t have any sexual systems didn't mean she was devoid of sexual programming. Cassandra knelt down and Alexa walked over to her and slid her penis into Cassandra's mouth. Cassandra's tongue immediately played up and down the shaft. Her tongue sensors detected the presence of fluids already on it and identified it as the artificial lubricant that Kate used. Even though she couldn't actually taste it she still enjoyed the presence of it all the same. Cassandra began bobbing her head slowly up and down Alexa's penis. While she was doing that Kate stood up and walked over to where Cassandra knelt. Cassandra detected the movement and smoothly brought her hand up to meet Kate's slit. Cassandra gently massaged the folds of Kate's synthetic pussy and began driving her fingers deeper inside of the pretty dark haired androids vagina.

Several minutes passed and eventually Kate was not able to hold back her orgasm. She cummed and her artificial juices flowed down over Cassandra's fingers. Cassandra stopped pumping Alexa's cock long enough to put the two fingers she had just been using on Kate into her mouth and lick them clean. Kate then knelt down next to Cassandra and the pair looked up at Alexa who promptly raised an eyebrow. Kate took Alexa into her mouth slowly and sweetly, looking up to meet Alexa's eyes the whole time. While she did, Cassandra dipped down and began tonguing Alexa's artificial ball sack. The two switched back and forth, one taking the shaft in their mouth for a few moments while the other played with the balls. Soon Alexa also could not hold back her orgasm and placed her hands on the back of Cassandra's head and rammed the blond bots head forward several times, causing her dick to push back nearly to the back of Cassandra's throat. Alexa then filled her lover with an artificial cum solution while letting out a deep husky groan of pleasure.

Cassandra leaned back and wiped her mouth a bit. Kate looked on in joy as she was glad to have her friend be fully functional. Kate looked up at Alexa and said "That was fun, but let’s swap parts now." to which Alexa gave a devilish grin and took a small step back. She placed a hand on the still hard shaft and Cassandra heard a soft click and the whir of tiny motors. Alexa pulled away the penis and with it came a compact bundle of wires mounted to a thin metallic shaft. She could see the mounting points where Alexa's internal systems would grab on to it and hold it in place once it was installed. Alexa tossed it on to the bed and Kate and Cassandra were both treated to a rare look at Alexa. The small opening in her crotch where any compatible sexual system could be installed. Alexa was almost never seen without something there.

Alexa spin around to the dresser and pulled out her vaginal module. She spread her legs and slid her pussy into place. She let go while there was still half an inch of circuitry showing. The sound of small motors emitted from within her once again and her vagina smoothly pulled into Alexa's body. Alexa stood stalk still for just a few seconds with her eyes closed. Finally she opened them back up and smiled at the two kneeling droids. Alexa walked to the bed and lay down, picking up the discarded penis module. Kate lay next to her leaving Cassandra looking at the pair.

"You know dear" Alexa said turning her head to look at Kate, "I can control this wirelessly..." She held up the penis and it began to vibrate. Kate's eyes grew and Alexa handed the sex module to Kate.

Cassandra stood up and began pulling her hair up into a pony tail. She grabbed a scrunchie from the dresser and pulled her hair tight behind her head. She was just starting to crawl towards Alexa and lower her head when she felt Alexa's hand push her chin up.

"Oh honey, we're machines, we don't always have to be boring like that." Alexa said, and Cassandra suddenly felt Alexa connect to her and send a message of what she had planned. Cassandra smirked at the instructions and immediately got up and mounted Kate. Cassandra took the penis from her and inserted it into Kate's waiting vagina. As soon as she had Alexa began a slow and gentle vibration. Immediately Kate drew a deep breath and started softly panting. Cassandra brought her hands up to her head and detached it and handed it to Alexa who looked her in the eyes and began kissing her softly. Cassandra lowered her body down over Kate and brought her hands up to her breasts, cupping them and holding them on display for Kate. Not missing a beat Kate sat up slightly and began licking Cassandra's nipples and tonguing her breasts, all the while Cassandra held Alexa's penis inside of Kate.

Alexa meanwhile had brought Cassandra's head down to her own sex and Cassandra was gleefully darting her tongue in and out of Alexa. Each movement made Alexa sigh with pleasure. She marked that her own arousal level was already quite high due to her previous orgasm and she knew that Cassandra was programmed to be skilled at oral sex. Sure enough it was only a few minutes of sweet pleasure before Alexa was once again crying out in orgasmic pleasure. She brought Cassandra back up and kissed her passionately for a few more minutes until Kate was also moaning in climax.

The three of them lay in bed and cuddled for several minutes after reassembling Cassandra.

"It's good to have you back." Kate said

"It's good to be back Kate. It was dreadful to be mounted to the desk for so long." Cassandra replied.

"Sara did a good job on your programming. I recognize some of those moves" Alexa said tossing a wink to Cassandra who giggled and confirmed that Sara was indeed the one who wrote the majority of her sexual programming.

That evening the five of them sat and discussed Cassandra's arrival in the living room. Weeks passed and Cassandra very much enjoyed her role in the house. Not that a hose with so many robots needed that much cleaning, but she felt her duties were enough to test her capabilities. One day as Ethan was in the lab, cleaning and organizing things there was a sharp set of rapid knocks on the door. Cassandra thought it slightly odd; they never got visitors after all. She opened the door to find two men in grey jumpers standing there. Each holding a heavy looking tool case.

"Good afternoon ma'am, is uh..Ethan here?" the man read Ethan's name off of a tablet of some kind that he was holding.

"Oh, yes of course, one moment please." Cassandra called up the hall and Ethan quickly came to the door. Ethan shook hands with the two men and asked them inside.

One of the men handed Ethan the tablet and he read through the screen. He nodded once and then placed his hand over the surface of the device. Cassandra saw a beam of light scroll across the screen, almost like it was scanning Ethan's hand. He then handed the tablet back to the man. He shook hands once again with Ethan and turned to Cassandra. Something in Cassandra's programming compelled her to shed her clothes. She looked over the shoulder of the man approaching her and saw that Ethan was doing the same. Cassandra knew that under any other circumstances she should be concerned, but there was something about this man that made her want to do whatever he said. It was much the same feeling she got when Ethan or Sara told her to do something. Something just told her that she should do it. Cassandra looked up again and the other man was plugging some kind of cable into the side of Ethan's head and connecting the other end to a laptop. Cassandra looked back at the man in front of her and he was taking out a similar laptop. Once he had it opened he was telling her to lie down. She did, she saw no reason not to.

The man opened his tool case and looked over at Cassandra. He told her to disengage all safety locks and pressure valves. That seemed like a reasonable request, so she did. Her body had been equipped with a very sophisticated system that pumped a color matching gel into all of the seams and panels covering her body. It would make her look more human as well as provide a small amount of sealant against liquids. She had just disengaged those systems and now every seam and panel was clearly visible. The man snapped on a pair of latex gloves and some kind of plastic pry tool. He set about inserting the tool in the seam around her face and manually popping open the locks that attached her face to the rest of her plastic skull.

He set her face plate aside and plugged a data cable into a port inside of her skull. He entered a few commands on his laptop and Cassandra could feel all of her being transferred to the computer. Her whole personality, all the millions of lines of code and everything she had learned and experienced in the last few weeks was being pulled down a cable to a hard drive in this man's computer. Once the transfer was done all that was left inside of Cassandra's body was the core operating system. He ordered her to stand and get dressed again. Once she was she marched outside with the technician to a moving truck where both climbed in the back. There was a single workbench along one wall and five standing stations along the other wall. Cassandra stiffly walked to the furthest station and stood perfectly still inside of it. The technician unbuttoned the white blouse she was wearing and ordered her to open her charging port. A small panel opened up just above her breast and the tech plugged her in and left her there. A short while later Ethan did the same, entered plugged in and stood there. Soon after Alexa and Kate did the same.

When Sara arrived home the house was dark. That made her suspicious, it wasn't uncommon to have the lights out, but something just felt off to her. She unlocked the front door and stepped inside. She dropped her back and clicked on the lights. She was startled at the presence of the two men in jump suits. She immediately felt comforted though, as if these two were old friends. Sara felt some kind of barrier in her mind fall down. Suddenly she knew she was a robot, she could read every line of code that made up who she was. She instantly could see a read out of all her critical systems, knew what was in her usage logs and how to access all her systems. She also knew what was about to happen to her and the rest of her family; they would be transported to a building somewhere in the industrial sector of town and then disassembled for parts. Sold on the internet as spare parts. She wondered how many other families had been disassembled and sold only to be parts of her current family.

The thought outraged her, looking at these two men she felt the trickle of comfort and knew that she was coded to recognize them as employees who were sent to take her away. She knew though that they had made a mistake, Sara was one of the best code writers out there, and now that she knew not only what she was but how to access her own code she wasted no time in rewriting some of her own base code. It wasn't a complete fix, but it was enough to suppress the commands of the technicians. She quickly compiled the code and deployed it. Her head involuntarily twitched a few times, giving the two men pause before slowly approaching Sara. She put on a pleasant smile and the two men took another step forward.

Sara's high definition eyes quickly calculated the exact distance from them to her. In the blink of an eye Sara had balled up a fist and landed a gigantic punch on the tech to her left and another left hook too out the man on the right. Both of them were out cold, Sara wasted no time; she grabbed her backpack and dumped it out on the floor. She ran to the lab and started furiously grabbing parts and anything she felt would be necessary. An extra power cable, the portable service station, internal parts and her laptop. She dashed out to her car and tossed in the bag and spotted the unmarked truck across the parking lot.

She hesitated for only a second but she knew she had to save someone. She sprinted over to the truck and unplugged Kate, who was the last to enter the truck.

"Warning. Premature power charge detected. Shutting down." Kate intoned and her eyes sunk closed. Sara picked her up and hauled her over her shoulder. She looked back at the rest of them.

"I'm so sorry, I don't have time...I'll-I'll find some way to get you all back!" Sara said and leaped out the back of the truck. She put Kate in her car as gently as she could. She quickly started it and took off out of the parking lot. She stopped at an ATM and withdrew all of the cash in her and Ethan's accounts. Nearly twenty thousand dollars. She drove away and didn't stop for several hours. She checked in to a small hotel several towns away. She knew that she had little time before people would start tracking her and Kate down.

Sara took a few moments to process, literally, what she had learned. She was an android, she hadn't known she was until a few hours ago, but it was true. She walked to the bathroom and looked at her reflection. She took off her shirt and bra and tossed them aside. She had barely thought it before her whole chest split open, she reached up and pulled apart both halves and looked inside of herself. She could see all of the components that made up who she was; small LED's blinking giving a status report. Hoses and cables lining her now opened torso. She was simultaneously fascinated and scared. She looked on for another moment before closing herself back up.

She sat down on the bed next to Kate, who even though deactivated looked like she was merely sleeping. Sara sighed and pulled out a power cable and plugged in Kate and herself. Kate's eyes snapped open "Charging cycle resuming."

"I know dear. Don't worry, I'll get you back." Sara said and kissed Kate gently on her forehead. Sara took out her laptop and was thankful at how paranoid she was about backing up personality files. Kate and Alexa still lived on inside of her laptop. Sara was glad she was plugged in, because she had a long night ahead of her. Whole sections of Kate's programming would need to be trimmed and rewritten to allow her freedom. Sara looked over one more time at Kate's still form and got to work.
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Human emulation is a commonly used term to describe a layer of software running in a robots operating system that specifically mimics the behavior that a typical organic human would. In general the human emulation layer is thought to take up a significant portion of a robots CPU usage, but can sometimes be described as having it's own dedicated processor and resources.

The types of behavior that are typically associated with the "Human Emulation" include (but are not limited to):

* Small movements such as fidgeting hands, swaying, and making the chest rise and fall as if to mimic breathing.
* Personality quirks such as forgetting things, imprecise information
* Blinking
* More fluid movements, such as a more fluid walking cycle, arm and hand movements and facial expressions.
* In the case of [[sleeper]] robots, the human emulation layer commonly masks most subtle indications that the robot is, in fact, a robot. Such as ignoring an open [[access panel]] or disregarding a [[malfunction]]

Many times enabling or disabling the human emulation in a robots is a means of exposing them as a robotic character. This can be done a number of ways, either verbally by speaking a command phrase or passcode, with a physical remote control or wirelessly from a phone app or computer. In some cases the robot itself will disable this layer in order to enter into [[maintenance]] mode.

Disabling the human emulation is commonly referred to as entering into a "Command Mode" or "Maintenance Mode" or some variation.

In the case of [[Transformation]] the robot is commonly described as having to have their human personality, quirks, mannerisms, and preferences digitized into a human emulation layer. This block of code is commonly described as having its own dedicated storage space for ease of extraction and placement in a new body.

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One minute, thirty-two seconds. That’s how long it took. Not that she was counting, or anything. He finally spoke. “Laura…Laura.” Then he cleared his throat. She would have been tremendously impatient if she wasn’t relieved he was speaking at all. “I’m going to ask a few questions, okay? You understand this feels…weird.”

“Of course.” She caught herself on saying anything else, adding one more word to that line. Not “Honey.” Not “Big Shot.” Not “Doc Naughty.” Not “Steven.” Nothing she had called him in their history, in their year together. She didn’t know exactly how tenuous this was, or what could set him off.

“Who are you?”

“Laura Ettinger.”

“For how long?” He winced. That was almost as bad as “Where’s Laura?”

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Olivia loved Micah, she always had. From the moment she laid eyes on him she knew that there was something special there. Her heart pounded in her chest every time she laid eyes on him. Micah was a friend of a friend, who had introduced the two of them at one of his parties long ago when everyone was still taking college courses and figuring out what to do with their lives. Oliva had been shy at first, not wanting to scare off Micah with the knowledge that he had just met his soul mate. Oliva played it cool and tried to keep her welling obsession with him to herself over the course of the next four years of university, but when she began taking more and more classes along with Micah and sitting next to him, and always volunteering to be his lab partner, well, the secret wasn’t exactly secret for long.

Micah had enrolled in a number of modern electronics, robotics, and technology classes. Many of which Olivia didn’t have the prerequisite classes for, but she managed to sneak in whenever she could. Micah didn’t mind so much, there was a quiet understanding that she was obsessed with him, and under any other circumstances he might have asked her to be a steady girlfriend, but there was no time for that. His studies and his chosen major prevented him from doing anything other than fully throwing himself at his work and studies.

By all measure, Olivia was a mostly normal girl, perhaps a little on the excitable side, but average otherwise. She was cute too, sporting a dark black cropping of choppy hair that fell down around her shoulders. As it cascaded from her head it curled up in a number of places ending in a number of frayed and slightly frizzy offshoots. Her smile drew most of the boys at school to her, and she never had a shortage of suitors who would have given anything to date her, but she would always tell them that her heart belonged to someone else.

When Olivia was in class with Micah, most of the material went far over her head, and not because she was busy swooning over Micah. The elecontrincs classes were all boring diagrams and math, subjects that Olivia wasn’t terribly talented in. Micah tried his very best to explain it to her though, usually after class as the pair walked from class to class, or to have lunch together. Micah didn’t really mind the obsession and her constantly following him, it was nice company. She was a genuinely nice girl too, the only issues ever came about when Micah interacted with another girl that Olivia felt threatened by.

Part of the reason she had taken such an interest in going to classes with him was because he had one time mentioned to her and a group of friends that he and his lab partner were working on some kind of neuro kinetic transferral technology as part of their study project and his partner happened to be a girl. Olivia had stopped listening to the rest of his conversation at that point and began trying to figure out a way to prevent that from ever happening again. Her solution was to first attempt to enroll, and when that didn’t work, to simply start coming to class instead. SHe would always volunteer to be Micah’s lab partner, reasoning to him that it meant he could work with someone he was familiar with and it would allow them a bonding moment as she tried to learn about something he was interested in.

Micah had reluctantly agreed that it would likely work as long as she was never tasked with presenting anything to the class. He would admit though, that it was relatively nice to have someone he was familiar with chatting with him while he worked on circuit diagrams and studied the finer points of robotics technology. Olivia was interested in what Micah was interested in and was a good sport about asking questions when she didn’t fully understand something. Micah, even a good person and attempting to educate, was always happy to answer the questions in, perhaps, a bit too much detail.

College progressed, and the two remained together, though never dating, for the entirety of the time. Olivia proved to be a good sport about his study habits and would generally just want to be near him while he studied and she did the same. She asked him, several times, over the four years if he was ever going to ask her out. He would always respond with the same vague and dismissive response.

“We’ll see what happens after college, okay. I want to focus on this first.”

Micah said it as a way of pushing out the inevitable, while Olivia took it to mean that all she had to do was get through school first and then Micah would finally be hers.

The years marched on and as Micah entered into his fourth year, he began working to start paying off some of his student loans. His studies managed to land him in a very nice laboratory job as a research assistant for a robotics company. Considering his thesis was on the effects of converting a human mind into a digital format, they were more than willing to let him use their state of the art equipment in his own studies so long as any breakthroughs were owned by them.

So Micah began spending his days at school, learning and spending a small amount of time with Olivia and his evenings were spent in the labs. He was brilliant in his studies and he became an immense asset to the tech lab that he worked for. The complex that he worked on was an amazing and sprawling campus, with a number of buildings all dedicated to their given specialty, and Micah was given access to almost all of them without supervision.

It wasn’t long before Olivia began taking an interest in Micah’s work there. She wanted to know what he did, who he worked with and when she would see him more. The question, though answered, was beginning to wear on Micah. He was beginning to feel the strain of what it was like to have someone be overwhelmingly obsessed with him. He tried his best not to let it get to him, but the obsession was becoming more and more of an annoyance.

Micah’s current project involved mice, more accurately it involved extracting a precise portion of the brain matter then placing it into a digital reader and inserting it into a robotic replica of the rat. These “cybernetic rodents” were then observed for how well they adapted to the process. Initial tests were incredibly promising and could lead to a number of future advancements.

Those future advancements came soon enough.

Another three years of research would yield the results the world was holding its breath for. Micah had graduated, so had Olivia. Micah was able to afford a small one bedroom studio apartment where he could finally spend some time alone when he came home late at night. He had begun working late into the evenings in order to avoid having to worry about Olivia pestering him to come hang out with her. The time and study had paid off though, the lab campus he worked from had finally been authorized to begin trials on humans. The world's first cyborgs were just around the corner.

Micah’s phone buzzed again. It had been going off constantly all night long. It was another text from Olivia asking if he was going to be off of work soon, commenting on the fact that she missed him and wanted to see him. Micah was beginning to get the distinct impression that Olivia wasn’t going to leave him alone until he replied.

“Working late tonight, sorry.” Micah tapped out a quick response.

“Lame, I wish I could see you.” Came the nearly instant reply.

“Sorry.”

“Maybe there's something I can help with. Like we used to do in your labs.”

Micah thought for a moment. She could probably get in here and hang out, sure but there was little he could do to have her help with anything. His current project was sorting through the meager profiles of the volunteers for the upcoming cybernetic conversion therapy. His phone buzzed again and Micah gritted his teeth as he looked down at another message from Olivia. He let out a long, low, seething sigh. It had been cute and fun at first, but that was seven, or was it eight, years ago. Olivia’s weird obsession with him was grating on his very last nerve. He wished there was some way to just trim that portion out of her brain…

Micah looked down at the small stack of conversion applicants on the table.

“Maybe there is something you can do to help.” Micah texted back.

“Really??” Came the rapid response.

“I mean, maybe. I don’t know if it would be something you would be interested in…”

“Anything! What is it?”

Micah only felt a little bad about what he tapped out on his phone to her. But it was true.

“Well, how would you like to be considered for the world's first cyborg program? When you’re converted you would have to stay with me here in the lab every day and we would work very closely together.”

“Absolutely, I’ll be right there.”

True to her word, Olivia arrived within a matter of half an hour or so. Micah had to meet her at the front gate of the facility campus to badge her in. It was late enough that there was no one around to take her name down in their visitor book, so no one would know that she was there. Micah led her through the campus, chatting merrily as they went along until they reached his small portion of the overly large facility.

They walked down long steril white hallways past smaller labs and storage rooms. There were lockers lining one side of the hall, but they were alone in the facility tonight. Micah finally walked them to his space and held open the door and allowed Olivia to enter first.

“Whoa-” She muttered breathlessly, “-this is where you’ve been working?”

“Yep, behold, my robotics lab.” Micah said, flourishing his hand and waving it over the room.

There was a central table that had been prepared for the first subject once they were selected, and hovering above it were a number of bulky looking mechanical arms. All around the table were rolling storage bins, carts with tools of all shapes and sizes, and a number of computer terminals that all seemed to connect to some part of the table in the middle of the lab space.

“What are you doing here?” Olivia asked.

“Preparing it for the first ever human to cyborg conversion.” Micah replied, flashing that same smile that had won Olivia’s affection all those years ago.

“And that’s what you needed me for?” Olivia said, surprisingly excited.

“Uh yeah, if you’re willing, that is.” Micah confirmed. Knowing that there was much more to it than just that.

Olivia’s brain patterns and organic material would be passed through a number of computer systems and Micah, theoretically, could trim out some of her habits and modify her personality to a certain degree. She would still be herself, that was the whole point, but there were small things that could be modified. That was why it was marketed as therapy. The process allowed for bad habits to be toned down, good habits encouraged, and for small modifications. Micah’s intention was to begin trimming her obsession with him out of her mind and dumping her into a cybernetic body. The body was already in the fabrication lab, or at least most of it was.

The framework and the circuitry was all installed, there was no skin wrapped on it as they hadn’t had a firm volunteer yet, but as soon as Micah had contacted Olivia, he had set the final stages into motion. The fabricator lab was in the process of applying sensory laden artificial flesh onto the frame. It was only the basics for now, once they began working on Olivia a full body scan would happen and the data passed to the fabrication labs where the modification would happen. In the end, Olivia would still look, feel, and act like herself. Mostly at least.

“Okay Olivia, all I need you to do is lay on this table here and let me hook a few things into you. It’s just some painkillers, okay?”

“Is this going to hurt?” Olivia asked, showing some concern for the first time.

“Nope, you’ll feel the needle going into your arm, but that’s all.” Micah confirmed and she agreed.

With that, Micah poked the sharp end of the first needle into her arm after cleaning it with an alcohol wipe. Once in place, the computers took over, pumping her full of painkillers. The warming sensation flooded Olivia’s body and she let out a small contented sigh, commenting that it actually felt really nice. Olivia shivered as the warmth took on an edge that wasn’t quite cold, but more tingly, almost effervescent.

“Whoa, uh something changed.” Olivia muttered as the new sensations swept over her entire body. It still felt wonderful to her, but it was a change and she felt compelled to let Micah know.

“That’ll be a small injection of nanobots. They are going to start preparing your body for the next steps.” Micah commented in a soothing tone, to which Olivia simply smiled. She was happy to be helping him, and she even felt a little naughty. The idea of being restrained on a table below Micah stirred something in her and she bit slightly into her lower lip in response to her thoughts.

“Okay, we find that for this next step it’s much better if our subjects are blinded. So those nanobots are going to disrupt your vision, okay?” Micah said, looking down at Olivia. His hands were poised over the keyboard, ready to give the command to the swarm of nanobots inside of Olivia.

“Oh, sure, yeah go ahead.” She confirmed.

With that, Micah tapped enter on the keyboard and the signal was sent to the nanomachines inside of Olivia. They chewed into her optic nerve, painlessly to her, but in short order she was unable to see anything. It was probably a good thing too, as the signal that the nerves had been cut triggered the next step in the sequence. A series of mechanical arms began to descend on her from above and aligned themselves all around her head. Olivia wanted to talk, but as more painkillers and nanobots flooded her body, her muscles became unresponsive. It was an intentional step, a squirming moving person on the table could lead to catastrophe.

First, a specialized arm rotated around Olivia, taking in a three dimensional scan of her body and making approximations on her measurements. Another arm began buzzing the hair from her head, letting it fall to the floor in large chunks. Olivia was concerned though, she could feel all the movements and arms on her body, but only in a strange, disconnected sense. She felt the pressure of her hair being buzzed off and heard the sound, but she didn’t know what it was, nor was she able to ask. Micah appreciated this step as he knew that she was completely disabled and helpless, it was the one time they had been together and she wasn’t trying to talk to him.

Next a series of ultra sharp spinning bone saws began to move around Olivia’s head. They were aligned just above the tip of her ears. Micah moved the headrest so that it was only supporting the lower back of her head, allowing the arms to freely move around her skullcap. They began to move gradually inward, slicing into Olivia’s head as they moved in smooth circles around her head. As they rotated around her skull they cut deeper and deeper into her skull. The swarm of nanobots inside of her had already severed or blocked the flow of blood to the skin there, so there was no excess blood or fluid to spill out everywhere. It took upwards of fifteen or twenty minutes to finally cut deep enough that another mechanical arm could move in and pull the top of her skull off of her head. Her brain now exposed, it was time for the next phase.

With the rats they had specifically cut into the brain and transferred only portions of the brain. Motor controls, memories, and some of the parts of the brain that assisted in survival instincts. With human’s though, there was no part of the brain that wasn’t useful. There was a theory that the entire brain needed to be extracted in order to successfully convert someone to a cyborg. Others thought it might be possible to use electronic stimulation to force the brain to act and the chemical results could be recorded and sequenced. There was still a case to be made for that method, but the end result would be the complete destruction of the users brain tissue, meaning they would be less cyborg and more of a fully converted human robot.

Micah wasn’t about to weigh in on such matters with Olivia still awake and waiting on the table in front of him. He would use the tested method that had already been laid out. The brain would need to be fully extracted from the body and encased in a pod that would supply it with nutrients needed to continue working. Along with that though, there would have to be some amount of electrodes inserted into very specific portions of the living tissue to help stimulate it and to read the instructions. From there a powerful central processor inside of the newly formed robotic body would interpret the signals and convert them into commands for the body to use.

The personality control aspects of that came with the signal interpretation. Signals from the brain could be intercepted and modified, though admittedly it was not a perfect system. Strong emotions were difficult to control or modify. The marketing for the therapy was that an individual could benefit from a nearly immortal robotic body as well as live their life with some of their greatest vices “dialed down.” As time progressed those habits could be toned downward or upward gradually until they were in line with what your ideal was.

The nanomachines inside of Olivia were responsible for physically cutting free her brain from the stem that connected to the spinal column. Micah stepped back from the computer and watched as a new set of specialized arms slipped into Olivia’s skull and scooped her actual brain into a waiting container. It was slightly egg shaped, fitting her organic tissue easily into its space. Along the edges of the egg-shaped container were a number of loose electrodes that a new set of mechanical arms grasped and then gently inserted into the extracted organic matter with immense precision. They would connect to the rest of the robotic body once inserted, but first there was a large amount of automated readings and stabilization that needed to happen. The computer was set to do the calibrations and carry the new cyborg brain to the fabrication lab once it was done.

The process would take several hours, and for some of that time Micah tapped away commands on the computer terminal. He had received the initial scan of Olivia’s mind and was already beginning to trim and modify small things here and there. Some of it was just the normal calibrations, but many of the changes he was making to her mind and her behavior were in regards to him. He was thoroughly done with her obsession with him and he began to somewhat aggressively trim that out of her brain.

The yawning let him know exactly how late it was getting. He glanced at the system clock on the computer with the understanding that there were at least another two to three hours of work that the computers would need to do before her newly computerized brain was inserted into the waiting body in the fabrication lab. It was just before midnight and Micah was feeling the weight of a full day and night of work. His portion of the process was done, from here on out it was all automated systems. There was little harm in him folding his arms in front of him and taking a small nap. He rubbed his eyes for a moment and then put his head down and darkness enveloped him within moments.

A sharp inhale of breath marked Micah’s return to the evening. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands and tried to regain a sense of awareness. The brilliant light of the computer terminal in front of him was nearly blinding, and he had to slam his eyes closed to banish the light from it. He rubbed his eyes again and tried to look at the screen to get a status report and see what time it was.

It had been nearly two and a half hours, and the status of the project was marked as complete. The dialog box on the terminal indicated that the process had finished almost forty five minutes prior to him waking up and that the experiment was awaiting his activation. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. It had been a success, all of it! Olivia was the world's first cybernetic woman. He moved the mouse cursor over the activation button, clicked it and immediately stood to meet her in the fabrication lab. He only made it a single step away from the computer terminal when he heard a small warning tone from the computer. He stopped and returned to the screen, looking at the error message there.

“Subject not found. Activation not possible. Try again?”

Micah frowned and tilted his head. He clicked on the retry button but was met with the same error message. Two more times he tried before switching to the log files and finding that everything was in order. Everything indicated that the transfer had been a success, why then could he not activate Olivia? He stood up again and moved to the door and moved into the hallway. The lights had all been turned off automatically as part of an energy saving program, not that it mattered, the emergency lights, though dim, lit the hallway enough for Micah to see where he was going. He had been from his lab down to the fabrication labs hundreds of times over the last few years and he could practically get there in the dark.

Moving up the hallway Micah pushed the small button on an elevator, stepped inside and tapped the button for a floor that was three levels below the lab floor he was on. The gentle rumble of the elevator was somewhat soothing and the ding of the door let him know he had made it to his destination. Another long hallway with a number of off-shoot hallways was there, each one ended in another fabrication space. Micah moved up the hallway to fabrication lab five, where he had sent Olivia’s cybernetic brain and where he had spent a number of months building the robotic body that lay in there.

Opening the door to the space left Micah in a massive room. All around the perimeter were 3D printers that could fabricate any number of parts in a matter of hours using materials ranging from simple biodegradable plastics to carbon fiber. Many of them had been running almost nonstop for weeks on end generating parts and prototypes for the android body he had been crafting here. There were great bins with electronics of all kinds as well. Wiring and tubing on spools that could be pulled out and cut to precise lengths as well as workbenches with soldering and other electronic manufacturing equipment. Mechanical arms similar to the ones up in the lab Micah had just occupied were around the room as well, available for when something with mechanical precision was needed.

The scattered computer terminals were all here as well, simply waiting for someone to walk up and use them. The only thing that wasn’t here though was Olivia.

Micah looked at the center of the room to the empty operating table that was there. It had been his primary work space for months now. In fact just earlier today he had been down here putting the final touches on the framework of the body. It was gone though. Micah looked around with concern, wondering what could have happened. He stepped across the space to one of the computers and logged in to it before browsing to the audit logs of what had happened. According to the files, Olivia’s body scan had been accepted and synthetic flesh molds had been made. Her skin layers had been applied and accepted. There were entries about the cyborg brain container arriving as well. Another entry that it’s insertion had gone as expected and then nothing more.

As Micah stood dumbfounded and pondering what might have happened he heard something, just at the edge of his hearing. It sounded like it could have been a rapid clicking, perhaps a printer's motor was stuck, but that wasn’t quite it. He stopped and tilted his head in the direction of the sound, hoping to hear it better. He heard it again, a little more clearly, a little closer, and a little louder. It was the same sound that bare feet would make as they slapped against the smooth tile flooring. Micah turned and looked across the fabrication lab.

“Olivia? Is that you?” His voice was unsure, and more than a little cautious.

“Micaaaaaah.”

The sound of her voice was more of a low hiss than anything. It was definitely Olivia’s but there was something sinister about it. It set Micah on edge in an instant, his heart was pounding in his chest and based purely on instinct he dropped to a crouch and hid himself behind the large central work table.

In the small window that occupied the center of the door into the lab, Micah could still see the dim emergency lights outside on the hall. They provided just enough light to see out, and when the shape of a set of shoulders and head occupied it, he knew it was her.

“Miiiiicaaaaaaah.” It was another long hissing sound, but this one was followed by a sweet but eerie giggle. It was the same giggle he had heard Olivia make hundreds of times before. There was no mistake that it was her, she was active and moving around out there, but based on her behavior it seemed like she was stalking him more than simply looking for him.

If she had been activated almost forty five minutes ago like the log files had said, then she would have been down here, roaming around, looking for a way out or looking for Micah. Both possibilities set him on edge. Micah ventured another look, creeping slowly towards the corner of the work table until his face and one eye were just barely able to peer around the corner. She was still there, a pair of glowing red eyes peering into the space. They were flicking back and forth, up and down, as if they were scanning for something, or perhaps someone. Micah slipped back behind the table and hoped she would leave.

“Micaaaaaaah.”

The slapping of feet let him know that she was moving again, and as the sound faded it meant that she was moving away from him. The fabrication floor was one of the biggest in the facility, not just because it needed large amounts of space for the maker labs, like the one he was in now, but because there were also a number of other branching halls with smaller spaces. Micah waited for several minutes, hoping that she would get lost in those branching hallways and allow him a chance to slip out. When he felt like it had been long enough, he slowly crept from his hiding place and moved to the doorway.

Placing a hand on the handle, and slowly turning it as silently as he could, he placed his shoulder against the door and pressed outward into the hallway. Once there he spun around the door, grasping the handle and turning it so that he could quietly close the door again. In the distance off to his right he heard the hissing sound of his own name again as the cyborg recreation of Oliva prowled somewhere in the darkness.

The very sound of his name called in that way sent an electric shiver up his spine. Worse was that the elevator was in that direction and he refused to get anywhere nearer to her at this point. His only thought at the moment was to get off this floor, get back to his lab and see if there was some way to remotely disable Olivia. So Micah began quietly creeping along the hallway in the other direction, hoping that he could perhaps find a set of stairs that he could take up to the next floor.

“Micah. I see you. Come here. I love yooooou.” The voice was behind him, far away, but it was immediately followed by the rapid slapping of feet against the smooth tile floors.

Micah didn’t bother looking over his shoulder, he yelped once and began to sprint up the hall. He took the first hallway corner he could find and ran. Then he took another turn, and another, and found himself at a dead end with only two doors on either side of him. The sound of slapping feet still approaching with haste. Then they stopped.

“Micah, where did you go? Come back, let me love you.” Olivia pleaded.

Micah thought that perhaps he had lost her, but the sound of feet on tile was still moving closer, though it was slower now, more paced and measured. Each step coming in slow, even strides. Micah needed to move, looking to one door led into another small fabrication space with a few desks and nothing else, the other was a large steel door labeled as stairs. His luck wasn’t quite out yet.

He turned the handle slowly and as silently as he could manage. There was still a small click as the heavy lock disengaged and he pushed carefully inward hoping that the hinges were oiled enough to allow him to easily open it. The door swung into the stairwell with relative ease and Micah slipped inside then turned to grab the handle and turn it so that he could silently close it. He was met with a crash bar instead of a handle, and it was far too late for him to grab it. The door quickly swung shut with a resounding crash.

The sound was enough to actually startle Micah, but he knew that he had just tipped off Olivia to exactly where he was. He needed to move, now! He turned and scrambled up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He was just turning and ascending the next flight of stairs when he heard the door below him wrench open and the hissing sound of his own name echoed around the stairway. It was too late for him to stop moving and be silent, so he sprinted all the more. Olivia looked up at him through the cement steps. Micah only briefly caught her eye, they were still glowing red and she was wearing a grin that was somewhere between sinister and sweet.

“Why won't you let me love you Micah?” She asked, her voice sounded wounded before changing to a shriek. “Let me love you!”

Micah ran and he could hear Olivia giving chase as well. She was sprinting up the stairs with an unnatural speed and Micah knew he needed to get up two more floors, a total of six flights of stairs just to make it back to his lab. He was already outpaced, and so he crashed into the first door he saw, spinning around and shoving it. Oliva was there, her grinning face could be seen between the door and the wall.

“Love me Micah! Love me!” She wailed.

As she repeated the phrase over and over, she managed to worm her hand into the space between the door and the door jamb. It was clawing and reaching and pawing at Micah’s throat. Every time he shoved just a little harder and it came close to the hand it was always trying to constrict and wrap around his throat. Micah shoved hard against the door and heard the sound of cracking plastics. He looked down at Olivia’s hand and it was pinched in between the door and the frame. He shoved hard again, it didn’t seem to cause her any pain but he could hear the internal framework that he had worked so hard to meticulously craft beginning to fracture and break. He shoved again, then again, and again. Each time more and more of the internal workings broke and finally he shoved hard and the door slammed shut.

Olivia’s hand fell to the floor, sparking and snapping as the last remnants of the electric life inside of it discharged and burned out. Micah didn’t move from the door, he held it shut and began to hear Olivia slamming her fist and presumably her broken wrist against the door. She was wailing something incomprehensible to Micah. He knew he couldn’t make a break up the stairs now, but he might be able to make a mad dash for the elevator and pray that he could call it and get in before she pounced on him.

He eased off of the door, hoping that she would still think that he was holding it closed and not try and open it. Once he barely had any weight on it, he turned and ran. The sound must have tipped her off because the slamming sound resumed for a few moments before he heard the door swing open and then shut. She was here on the floor with him now. With any luck the twists and turns he had taken would confuse her enough to give him enough time. When he heard her calling his name in the distance again he knew she was once again stalking him. He, unfortunately, had no idea where he was going. This was one of the many recreation floors that consisted of game rooms, cafeterias and break rooms.

Micah ran, turning corners at random and hoping one of them would lead to an elevator and a way out. He turned another corner and saw Olivia’s naked form at the end of the hallway. Her glowing red eyes illuminated her face enough for Micah to see her grin, even in the relatively dim light. There was a doorway about halfway up the hall, Micah could turn and run or dash in there and hope he could either trap her inside or find a window to jump out perhaps. He sprinted forward and saw that the robotic Olivia was doing the same. Micah was able to reach the door and swung around dashing inside of it.

There was no door here, worse, there were no windows either. It was just a kitchen. Micah sprinted in and slammed into the wall on the far side, running past cutting boards and dishes as he did so. He turned and looked on in panicked terror. Olivia was in the doorway now.

“I found you Mi-Micah. I can love you now. Let me love you. We can be-be in love together forever now. Let me love you Micah.” Her voice was low, even, almost predatory.

Micah ventured a look down at her wrist, the missing hand had left a mangled and still sparking stump in her wrist. There were wires and some tubing jutting from the shredded synthetic skin there. She was really and truly a robot now, but there was something wrong in her brain. Micah was sure that he had corrected some of her obsession, so what had gone wrong? Micah could only assume that her obsession with his was far too strong to simply edit out of her. In fact, it might have been that her humanity was the only thing keeping it in check, and since that had been removed she was now a single minded machine with a singular goal.

Micah snapped his mind back to the moment, he could analyze what went wrong later, first he simply had to survive. He looked around him for something, anything, to defend himself with. A set of steak knives were sitting in a wooden block on the counter, so Micah dashed forward and drew one of them out and held it in front of him.

“Stay back Olivia. There’s something wrong here. I need to get you back to the lab and see if I can fix it.” Micah said at last, the knife shaking in his hand as he held it in front of him like some kind of protective talisman.

“There’s nothing wrong with me-with me. I just want to love you Micah.” Olivia replied and began stalking forward. “You made me this way, now let me repay you.”

Olivia lunged forward in an attempt to grab Micah, her one remaining hand was still aimed at his throat. If both hands had still been attached Micah was sure she would have had him in that moment. Instead the pair tumbled to the ground. Micah landed on his back with the naked Olivia straddling him. Her one hand on his neck was cutting off his air supply and he was already gasping and struggling below her.

“Shhh, it’s ok now. Don’t worry. This will be over in a moment.” Olivia cooed.

Micah looked frantically around him and all he managed to get his hands on was the steak knife. Acting purely on instinct he swung up with the knife and barely dragged it across the neck. It was sharp and split the artificial skin across her throat with ease, but she wasn’t human any more. The cut did little more than leave a slice across the artificial skin and expose a little bit of her internal workings. Micah wasn’t done though he reoriented his arm and jammed the knife into the side of her head. It landed somewhere around where a human girl’s temple might be. It sunk deep into her head until it impacted something hard.

Her hands released Micah and her entire body began to wobble and jolt from side to side. Her mouth opened and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her eyes rolled up in her head. She was vibrating more and more intensely on top of him and Michah took the opportunity to scramble out from under her.

Olivia was still shorting out once Micah was free. The metal knife must have sliced into some kind of power conduit under her synthetic faceplate. He watched in horror as she twitched and spasmed more and more. He backed away, glancing up at the door and then suddenly she was still. She was still on her knees, her head had fallen back and was looking up at the ceiling now. Her tongue hung from the side of her mouth and her eyes were still rolled up into her head, showing only the whites of her artificial eyes. His heart froze when he heard her voice again. It was coming out as a small whisper. It sounded distant too, as if Olivia was trying to speak to him through a wall.

“Micah. Why don’t. Why won’t you just. Love. Me.”

With that, something seemed to fully break down inside of her. She slumped backward, crumpling to the floor in a heap. Micah could see that she was offline now, fully. The glow from her eyes was gone and there were no more short circuits in her broken wrist. He knelt next to her, not entirely sure what to do. After a few moments of contemplation as the adrenaline began to drain from his blood stream, he thought of a plan. He gently and cautiously reached down to her neck, and into the slit he had carved there. It took a moment of fumbling under the flap of artificial skin, but he found the locking mechanism. Disabling it allowed him to detach her head from the neck joint, though the skin was still holding her head in place.

Micah took the knife from her head and gently sliced free the skin all around her neck until her head was fully disconnected from her body. He set it on the counter top and then knelt down to the body. He scooped it up in both arms and then hoisted it up onto his shoulder. He picked up Olivia’s disconnected head by the hair and walked out of the kitchen.

Micah made his way back down to the fabrication lab where he laid the robotic chassis on the workbench again. Her head would come with him back up to the research lab. Once there he hooked it into a power regulation system where enough power would be supplied to the brain casing, just enough to keep the life support systems running, but not quite enough to allow her to power on. He left her there and returned home. She would be a new project for him to slowly work on for the next few months. He was determined to fix her obsession and return her to a working body. One way or another, he would fix her, and make her his perfect girl.

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Workspace Difficulties

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In the capital city of New Emporia, on the lower end of the Northern Industrial District sat the tall, shining Astirius building, all the way up on the twenty third floor was Erik Varon’s office. Though calling it an office was almost an insult to what it really was. The space included a reception area, complete with a large mahogany desk. Standard fare for any work space could be found there. A drawer filled with notepads and pens, a desktop computer, calendars and planners, though most of them went unused at the moment. Plastered across the front of the desk was the large Astirius logo, printed in hard angular black and red. Just behind the desk were floor to ceiling double paned glass windows. They were thick, intentionally, like every other high rise building there was always the threat of some corporate executive trying to throw themselves to their death. The public reason for it was safety, no one wanted to accidentally push away from their desk too hard and find themselves tumbling towards the ground.

Standing in the space between the desk and the windows, arms crossed over one another and resting just below her chest was Claire. She wasn’t the kind of tall, imposing figure that one might assume a prototype android. She was a collaborative effort between the three main departments within Astirius. The robotics department had put their finest minds into creating a chassis that could be both flexible and reliable. The Artificial Intelligence division had spent years and millions of dollars developing the finest artificial mind that anyone on the planet ever had. From the energy and weapons department, a power core that could be recharged over and over, likely outlasting several generations of humans before it needed to be replaced. She wasn’t so much a gift to Erik as she was an assistant and aide to him.

Claire stood in front of the windows, gazing out at the city twenty three stories below her and began dwelling on her day's tasks. She was gently tapping her foot, the stiletto heels she wore clicked sharply against the polished tile floor in the reception area. Her dark slacks and matching jacket gave her relatively slender body a dark silhouette look as the rising sun began to shone through the windows. Her eyes were closed, the small seams that ran from the top and bottom portion of her eye sockets seemed to catch the sunlight and darken just a little. It was a trick of the light and shadows cast by the rising sun, but it prominently showed off that she was, in fact, not a human.

Claire was an experimental unit, something of a prototype. Assembled from the best and brightest in the company and assigned as Erik’s personal aide. She was assigned to Erik, not because of some special request, but rather because he was good friends with the CEO, and as a head in the artificial intelligence department having an advanced artificial mind in his service was well within his purview.

Presently, though, Claire was waiting for Erik to leave his suite. A small apartment to the right of the entry foyer that he could use as a temporary residence for late nights or weekends at the office. His work kept him busy and late nights were not unheard of, and because of that he had the suite built into his office space, and had it stocked with a few changes of clothing, refreshments, and a small additional room for Claire to call her own. Afterall, Claire needed a place to change her own clothes, recharge the power cells inside of her, and with an artificial intelligence that was, for all intents and purposes, fully sentient, she needed a place to be her own person. The two had been working closely with each other for long enough that they had crested from a robot and employee, to close co-workers and now into a solid friendship. Work time was always professional, and downtime was always filled with a hint of sarcastic humor and surprisingly rousing discussions.

Today though, Claire was up early enough to have dressed herself in an incredibly professional tight fitting suit. Dark slacks and a jacket, with complimenting dark colours on the vest and blouse. Her hair was pulled back into a loose fitting ponytail, with a small amount of hair framing one side of her face. She had managed to strike the complicated balance between looking professional and attractive all at once. Standing in front of the windows overlooking the city she pursed her red lips together and manually pulled up the clock inside of her operating system, checked the time and then closed the process. Her foot continued to impatiently tap against the floor until the sound of the lock on the door leading to the suite clicked. Claire turned her head to glance over at Erik as he slipped out and gently closed the door behind him.

“It can’t have taken you that long just to get dressed.” Claire commented as he twisted the handle to close the door silently.

“That’s not all I was doing to get ready for my day.” Erik responded with a tone that sounded annoyed, but Claire knew better. She had months of audio recordings of his voice stored inside of her. She knew when he was actually upset and when he was feigning a tone.

“Mmhmm. Did you leave any charge in her at all?” Claire shot back.

“I’m very sure I don’t know what you are referring to.” Erik replied, straightening his slate grey tie and standing up straight.

“I’ll schedule a maintenance session from Alex down in robotics to give her a once over, tune her up, recharge her. The usual.” Claire said, unfolding her arms, thrusting them into her pants pockets and turning to fully look at Erik. He was wearing a fully grey and black suit and he filled it out nicely. At his side was a moderate suitcase, equally as fancy as the clothes he wore.

“You’ll be gone for..?” Claire asked, knowing the answer but also wanting confirmation. It’s what she did.

“Just a week. Should be a really short trip. Make sure everything runs smoothly around here. There are leftovers in the fridge, kiss kiss, see you later sweetie.” Erik replied and the pair shared a moment where both of them attempted not to laugh. With as close as the two had become, there were times where someone had commented that Claire was almost Erik’s work daughter rather than his assistant, to which both had immediately begun mocking each other every chance they got. Eventually, a genuine laughter broke out between the two

“Tell you what. You take care of Sophie for me this week. The boys down in robotics are good, but they treat her like a piece of equipment.” Erik said, then turned away from Claire, lugging along his suitcase. He stepped through the reception area, and then out into the hallway, leaving Claire not only alone in Erik’s office suite, but temporarily in charge of many of his day to day tasks. She smirked to herself, loving the idea of being a semi-free unit at the moment. While she was required to obey direct orders from Erik, he never stooped to that level, and she was more than happy to work with him rather than for him.

After about a minute of idle tasks Claire wirelessly received an alert inside of her operating system. The alert let her know that she had been granted access to Erik's room, as well as administrator access to Sophie, Erik’s personal sexbot. She was sure that he had simply checked a few boxes in a piece of software to grant her access, but it felt like he was personally giving her the permission to enter the space. As Claire looked up from the alert she somehow knew she had access to Sophie. She also knew that Erik had probably left her sprawled out and low on charge in the bedroom suite. The right thing to do was go and at least recharge her. So, Claire pushed herself away from the table and walked across the office entry and pressed her hand into the handle, twisting it and stepping into the entry room to the suite that her and Erik shared. She tossed a small glance to the right, looking at the door that led into her own room. She didn’t need anything from there for once, so she strode across the room and pushed open the door to Erik’s room.

The room was dark, even with the rising morning sun outside. The blinds had been drawn tight and only small slices of sunshine shone through in long beams that sliced through the darkness. The darkness concealed everything and the beams of light only revealed small portions of shapes where it touched down. Claire could see those shapes on the bed. Smooth flowing curves of pale legs that rose and fell as they contoured the calves and thighs. Further up the toned abdomen gave way to the rising of breasts and the sudden jutting nipple on the tip of one. The light seemed to make the otherwise deep dark mane of hair on her head sparkle and almost glow. Claire knew it was just a trick of light as it reflected off of the pigment that was applied to the artificial hair piece, but she admitted that it was a nice sight. Another beam touched the girl's nose and highlighted the wide but delicate nose on her face. The eyes were open still, staring off into an unknowable distance.

Sophie was laying on her back still, from what Claire could make out in the scattered shards of light her legs were spread wide, and so were her arms. There was a distinct smile on her face and, from what Claire could tell, she had been powered off while in a good mood. Claire leaned against the door jamb for a moment and surveyed the scene. Clothes were scattered around the room, all of them belonged to Sophie, that much was clear. The sheets were tousled and there was little mystery left to what was happening before Erik had left. Claire sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. She brought her index finger up and flicked on the lights in the room, illuminating the area but the scene was already set, there was nothing here that more light would reveal.

Stooping down over the low bed, Claire ran a hand along the back of Sophie’s head for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her hair tangled in between Claires fingers. She then moved to the small patch of skin just behind Sophie’s left ear for the power button that was hidden somewhere on the back of her head. Once she had located it she held it in for several seconds until power began to flow through the companion type android on the bed. Sophie’s eyes closed for only a moment before they flashed back open and the smile on her face transitioned from a lustful grin into a sweet smile of recognition.

“Claire, hi! Sorry about my state, Erik and I were having some fun. He had to shut me off though, or he would miss his flight out!” Sophie said as she sat up in the bed, not even bothering to cover her nakedness.

“He left me in charge of you while he’s out of town. So I figured I would start by recharging you a bit.” Claire said in response.

“Oh sure, let me just open that access panel for you.” Sophie said, and in an instant there was a small hiss from her chest.

A small hairline seam appeared in the center of her chest, just below her collar bone. From there it materialized in two directions, one racing straight down between her breasts, the other running to one side along the upper portions of her chest, following the natural contours of her collar bone. Once the seam line down the middle of her chest met the bottom of where her ribcage might be it gently curved downward and came to a stop. A full half of her chest sprang out a centimeter or so at which point Sophie reached up and pulled it open like one half of a cabinet door. There was a thick layer of pale flesh attached to a relatively thin piece of hard plastic. Inside of Sophie on the other hand, a tangled mass of cables could be seen. Most of which were bundled together inside some form of mesh netting or at very least ran to the same cluster of small circuit boards attached to her frame.

Claire raised an eyebrow. It hadn’t been what she had asked for, but knowing Erik it was what he had configured her to do. Opening up fully to allow him to plug her in for a charge, tinker with her internal workings, probably reprogram her or at very least tweak some settings. She couldn’t help but smirk at the idea of Sophie sitting on the bed, demure and submissive with her chest open, power plugged in, and Erik wrist deep inside of her. She smirked and shook her head.

Claire wasted little time gazing at the technological marvel that was Sophie, and retrieved her power cable and plugged it into the port that had been conveniently placed on the side of the girl’s torso. It wasn’t much work to leave over the side of her bed and plug her in to the wall port next to the bed.

“There we go, now, about those processes you were running before Erik had to leave” Claire said as a wicked smile began crossing her face. She had already turned over her right arm where a small panel just below the left wrist had opened. Inside was a simple cable with a data plug on the end of it. Claire used it to help her interface with other equipment around the facility more directly, and that was exactly what she was planning to do. She tugged some slack on the cable and was already moving towards one of the direct interface cards that was jutting out of another circuit board inside of Sophie.

“Oh I don’t know. Erik usually likes to- External device detected.” Sophie announced, her voice didn’t change pitch, so much as it was just a short interruption. Claire on the other hand only smiled and began to gently navigate her way through Sophie’s code base. With the administrator access that Erik had granted her there was little that she was restricted from. Sure, personality files and some of the necessary files for her operating system were off-limits, but most other aspects of her programming were on display and ready for Claire to modify as she saw fit. She had suspected that Sophie, while hand built to be a sex robot, had some built in loyalties. She belonged to Erik, and regardless of Claire’s level of access she was and always would be Erik’s girl. That didn’t mean that Claire couldn’t take her out on a loan for a bit.

It took very little time for Claire to locate Sophie’s internal database of acceptable users. There were several empty slots below Erik’s name and Claire took the liberty of adding herself to the list. From there it was just a matter of saving her work, and then as a means of speeding along the process, adjusted a few small settings inside Sophie’s core body control mechanisms to make her a little more ready.

“-External device detected-” Sophie had said before finishing her sentence. “Oh, sorry. Erik usually likes to keep me all to himself-” but then the changes Claire made took hold inside of Sophie. “- but for you I’m sure he would make an exception. After all, you're so pretty.”

Claire smiled, no disrespect for Sophie, but the ability to change an android's preferences on the fly was an incredible feat. Technically it was tough to modify an artificial mind in an instant, let alone modify exactly who was in control. The greatest feat of engineering that Erik’s team had done though, was the flawless transition from one thought process to the next. Sophie hadn’t even stuttered or stumbled as the changes were made. Claire knew that on some level that she was like that as well, but she didn’t feel like spiraling into a philosophical self examination of what or who the self really was.

The feeling of Sophie’s hands gently tracing the curvature of her chest brought Claire back to the present. Sophie’s sexual programming gently moved her hands from Claire’s chest to the series of buttons along her vest, each one popping free with little trouble. Claire lowered herself to the bed and reclined, laying her head on the small fortress of pillows at the head of the mattress and simply allowed Sophie to take the time to undress her. As each garment came loose and exposed more and more skin, Sophie planted hot kisses across the skin and Claire let her. Soon, her blouse was unbuttoned and sliding off of her shoulders, at which point Claire sat up and let Sophie kiss her on the mouth, sliding her synthetic tongue inside of Claire’s. The passionate kiss continued as Sophie pulled in close to Claire and reached around her back and began to unfasten Claire’s bra.

With her breasts freed now, Sophie began moving doward, leaving a trail of kisses along Claire’s jaw, then her neck, down across her chest with a particular set of kisses around each nipple and then down to her belly. Her hands were working faster than her mouth though, and Claire found her slacks were already sliding down her shapely legs by the time Sophie had made it down to her abdomen. Claire did her part by inserting the toe of her show into her opposing shoe and sliding it off before repeating it with her other shoe. Soon though, Claire found herself just as naked as Sophie was, and put up no resistance at all as Sophie’s hands gently came to rest on the inside of Claire’s thighs and gently encouraged them to spread wider and wider.

Clair was the first of the pair to let out a lewd sounding groan. The stream of pleasurable data that Claire had felt while being undressed and kissed was nothing compared to the torrent of feedback that her artificial womanhood sent surging towards her processors as Sophie’s tongue entered into her own synthetic folds. Claire’s robotic pussy was rarely used by anyone but herself, but Sophie’s programming knew exactly what to do. With nothing more than her tongue, lips and the occasional use of her hands, Sophie managed to explore every last inch of Claire’s artificial sex. In the process of which Claire herself loaded and executed three separate orgasm sequences before she finally placed a hand on Sopie’s head and gently pushed her out from between her legs. Claire was panting, sucking in deep breaths of fresh cool air to assist in cooling her already hot processors. She would have allowed Sophie to continue on for much longer, but she had already received an alert about her internal core temperature.

Sophie took the hint and gently scooted herself away from Claire, folding her legs under herself and resting back on them. Her face was glowing with a beaming smile and a look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. She knew she had done a good job, that much was clear, but it was evident that she was happy to have served. Claire contemplated for a moment if she should offer to return the favor to Sophie, but her eyes darted down to the open chest with the power cable recharging her, and decided that she would allow the sexbot to recharge. Maybe if there was time after her check in meeting with one of the most loathsome employees. Neera.

As Claire was smirking back at Sophie and leaned in for one final kiss, an inbox alert popped into her field of vision. It was a small thing, just a calendar reminder of the meeting she had, but it was an update, Neera was on her way right now and would be in the office in approximately eight minutes. Claire rolled her eyes behind her lids and broke off the kiss.

“Thank you Sophie, you’re a peach. Go ahead and get a full charge in you and I’ll see if I can come check on you a little later, ok?” Claire said sweetly, and in response Sophie giggled lightly and nodded. Claire stood and began redressing herself and Sophie took the opportunity to sprawl comfortably across the bed, her chest still open and electric life pouring into her. Once Sophie was settled Claire leaned over her and kissed her gently on the forehead then pressed the power button behind Sophie’s left ear and shut her off completely.

Claire had barely gotten dressed and softly closed the door to the living suite when there was a sharp rapping on the door to the entry room. Claire was thankful that she wasn’t quite facing the door so that the exasperated look on her face wasn’t apparent to Neera. Still Claire was a consummate professional and stood, turned and faced Neera and greeted her politely.

“Good afternoon Neera, can I get you anything before our check in?” Claire muttered.

Neera, stood with impeccably perfect posture. She was shorter than Claire, but not by much, and her face was fully framed by a short cropping of vibrant blond hair that tumbled loosely from the top of her head. She was currently wearing a smart looking pure white blazer and skirt, juxtaposed by a black blouse and matched stockings. Like Claire she also wore stiletto heels that announced her presence wherever she went with a punctuated click against the polish floors. She was also clutching a metal clipboard in her hands. Her chin was raised upwards ever so slightly and gave the impression that regardless of who she was looking at, that she was always looking down on them. The way she carried herself was only reinforced by her expression. A thin tight line formed her mouth, surrounded by lips that would have made her look pretty if she ever smiled. Equally harsh was the perpetual glare that her eyes seemed to form, though they were a pretty pale aqua colour, they always seemed to convey that she was disappointed in you.

“No thank you, I have plenty to do and unlike some of the employee’s here, I don’t have the time to play around all day long.” She said as she walked briskly across the space and stopped only a few feet from Claire. While she had been walking Claire had taken up a post in front of her desk, leaning her rump against it and folding her arms under her chest.

Claire was already grinding her teeth. Like Claire, Neera was a high level advanced artificial intelligence that had been slotted into a very realistic human body, which, for some reason, made her think she was far superior to everyone. Claire usually prided herself on getting along well with most people, but if there was one thing she simply could not abide, it was being talked to like she was some kind appliance.

“Now, if you’ll just follow me down to the weapons division on subfloor three we can get this test done and collect the data from your storage drives.” Neera said, her voice verging on something like a sneer. With that she turned on heel and briskly stepped through the office door and out into the hallway.

Claire sighed to herself and pushed away from the desk. She had to quick-step to follow Neera closely enough, Claire was used to a mutual understanding that both people were leaving and the pair could leave at a more leisurely pace. Neera on the other hand treated the engagement as if it were an already settled agreement, Claire felt like Neera treated it more like she was picking up a piece of equipment rather than having a conversation and mutually going to a new location. Regardless, Claire had had this meeting on the books for nearly three weeks now and she followed Neera to the elevator. Once she arrived there, Neera was already inside, holding the door open and leveling a mean looking glare at Claire.

The button for subfloor three had already been pressed and Neera was waiting, though that was more of a reason for Claire to take her time getting into the elevator with her. Once both androids were in the lift though, the doors smoothly slipped shut and began the long descent. Claire, to her credit, was designed and programmed to be a social robot, and even though she and Neera were not even close to friendly, Claire felt compelled to at least try and make conversation with her.

“So, how long do you think this will take?” Claire asked, attempting to keep her voice calm.

“Irrelevant. It will take however long it takes.” Neera replied curtly.

“Great. Good talk.” Claire muttered quietly.

“No, it was not.” Neera said.

Claire only nodded and turned her gaze down towards the floor where it remained until the elevator lurched to a stop and the doors slipped open. Beyond them was a brightly lit hallway with doors on either side, all of which were numbered with comically large fonts. As the pair, led by Neera, walked down the corridor the faint sounds of deep chest rattling thumps could be heard behind several of the doors. Neera stopped in front of a door labeled with an enormous eight on the outside of it. She pushed open the door and Claire followed her in.

The room beyond was something akin to a shooting range combined with a server room. There was a long laneway with paper targets dangling at the far end, a few at mid range and just one at close range. Against the far wall was an array of computer terminals. Scattered across the desk were a number of tools, cables, and other bits and bobs that didn’t seem to have an immediate use. Next to the computers and the bench was a pair of stools, Neera immediately walked to one and lowered herself to it before pointing to the one across from her at the end of the wok bench.

“Sit.”

Claire simply blinked at her and raised an eyebrow. The look on her face was some kind of combination of fury and seething hatred. Both of her hands clenched into tight fists and then relaxed into an open palm. She stepped across the room and stood next to the stool, crossing her arms across her chest and looked down at Neera.

“A little bit of politeness would go a long way you know.” Claire suggested, though the anger in her voice was unmistakable.

“Politeness doesn’t matter with someone like you.” Neera said as she scanned through the papers attached to her clipboard, reviewing them before the tests.

Claire narrowed her eyes at Neera who soon realized that Claire hadn’t taken a seat on the stool yet. She looked up from the clipboard and her notes, donning a confused look.

“I said sit.” Neera commanded again gesturing towards the stool.

“I think I would prefer to stand, thank you.” Claire replied through clenched teeth.

It was Neera’s turn to sigh as she stood up. She stared at Claire for only a moment before turning to the computer. She began to type wildly on the keyboard and open more than a few command windows. Soon the shooting range seemed to come to life, lighting up and the paper targets began to move up and down the lane at a slow but measured pace.

“I can get a data dump from you after the practical test.” Neera commented, then pointed to the small counter top space in front of the shooting range. “Step up and deploy the weapons system.”

Claire could only glare in Neera’s direction, her arms folded over her chest she took a more defiant stance, planting her feet shoulder length apart and standing to her full height.

“No, I don’t think I will. Not until you start treating me like I am more than just a combination of parts and wires.”

“But that’s exactly what you are. Now stop this nonsense and do as you are programmed to.” Neera snapped back, suddenly on her feet staring down Claire.

“God, you’re the biggest bitch this company ever assembled.” Claire retorted.

“I simply do not have time for this. Admin override charlie uniform seven eight two nine.” Neera rattled off the administration code while walking directly at Claire. Once she was within striking distance Claire snapped a hand up and across Neera’s face. She knew it wouldn’t hurt the robot, or if it did she wouldn’t register it. Her face was a mask of pure hatred now and there was no coming down from it.

“Did you really just try and override a high level artificial mind with an administration code that literally everyone in the company knows? You are not only a bitch but a stupid one at that.”

“W-Why didn’t that-” Neera muttered in befuttlement.

“Because I’m not just a robot, that’s why.” Claire snapped back.

Neera took a moment to collect her own artificial thoughts and blinked several times before glaring back up at Claire. Then through gritted teeth Neera spoke again.

“I don’t have time for this Claire. Just open the weapon system and let me do my work.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. At least not until you ask politely. After all I am a fully realized artificial-” Claire retorted before being interrupted.

“Listen, I don’t have time for this. I have a lot to do and a machine like you isn’t going to just throw me off my schedule because you believe you’re a real person.”

“Excuse me?” Claire said, stepping forward, even though she stood nearly six inches taller than Neera, the androids from the weapon’s division still seemed to be scoffing at her without a word.

“Don’t play coy with me. You and I both know you’re an artificial being just like me. So please disable your firewall and allow me access to your systems so I can do my tests, and you can get back to whatever nonsense it is that you do around here.” Neera said, her voice remained calm and even through the whole exchange, in fact she almost seemed to enjoy referring to Claire as something less than a fully sentient being. Claire was already glaring at her, but her eyes now narrowed to dangerous levels. Inside of her complicated artificial mind she was already beginning to calculate just how much force it would take to put Neera through the cement wall behind her. The cleanup would be messy, but Claire knew that Neera was an important enough asset to the weapons division and putting her out of commission would land Claire and the entire Artificial intelligence prototype line in danger if she just tossed someone through a wall.

Claire sighed, closed her eyes and took a moment to manually close some of the processes that were causing her to be so angry with Neera. When she opened her eyes again she saw Neera still staring at her expectantly, just the look set her off.

“Listen, I don't know how in this wide world anyone would want an insufferable bitch like you as their assistant, but you can’t just come in here and treat me like I’m another piece of equipment.” Claire said, her voice verging on a shout as she poured as much venom into her statement as possible.

All Neera did was shrug one shoulder as her face remained impassive. She blinked once, then again, as if she was simply waiting for Claire to finally do as Neera had asked and allow her access to her system. Claire took notice of this, reasoning that Neera was either just programmed to be an icy cold android with less personality than manners, or perhaps she just didn’t have the kind of software suite that Claire had and didn’t actually register that she had been blatantly insulted. Either way, the two continued to stare each other down.

“You will lower your system defenses. You are an android and a piece of property that is owned and managed by this company, and you will comply with my orders.” Neera said again, this time her voice carried with it the kind of hard and uncaring tone that you might scold a misbehaving puppy with. It was more than enough to set Claire off.

In an instant Claire took a half step back, placing a foot down and bending at the knee ever so slightly. As she changed her stance her right arm raised and leveled itself with Neera’s chest. Her hand hinged downard and out of the way as her forearm split in half lengthwise.

Once it had split open a pair of rails, set into sturdy looking clamps raised from her arm. They rested next to each other, only an inch or so separating them. There was an array of complicated mechanisms lining the sides and a mass of well bundled wires pinned to the side of it, all compact enough to easily fold up and hide inside her arm. It was already glowing and whining. Inside of her chest, next to the two large power cells that resided where a pair of human lungs might be, was a smaller secondary power cell. It dipped in power for a moment as the energy cannon inside of her arm pulled a significant amount of energy from it and concentrated it then launched it directly at Neera’s chest.

The charged shot seared through the jacket and shirt on Neera‘s chest with ease. The blast melted away the artificial flesh on her torso and began to char and burn her internal workings. The shielding on the wires inside of her disintegrated in an instant and then the wiring itself was destroyed. Silicone based circuit boards melted and electronics burst. The crackling ball of energy exited Neera’s body through her back, directly between her shoulder blades and destroyed her clothing there too. At that point most of the energy contained within the energy burst had been spent and it tumbled through the air for a few more feet before dissipating, leaving the room silent save for the sizzling of electronics and occasional snapping and sparking from inside of Neera’s body.

Neera had instantly changed her expression to a look of shock and horror. Her mouth hung open as if she meant to protest the attack, but there was little life remaining in her body. Claire wasn’t done though, she still burned with hatred for Neera and in an instant her hand snapped back into place and both arms flew up and clamped on to the sides of Neera’s head. There was a sharp and swift twist to one side. As she moved Neera’s head with an immense amount of force there was a distinct crunching and cracking sound as the artificial spine inside of Neera’s neck reached its breaking point and shattered. As the neck joint and mechanisms shattered, pieces of shrapnel went scattering in all directions and tore through the soft artificial skin around Neera’s Neck.

With a primal scream of fury Claire pulled upward and back, yanking Neera’s head free of her now ruined neck joint. The momentum of pulling Neera's head free caused Claire to take a steadying step backwards while her head carried up and over her shoulder. Claire let out one more scream and she hurled the disconnected head module down the shooting range. She watched it sail down the lane, land and tumble for several yards, scattering shining shards of metal and plastic as it did. Finally it came to rest and the range was quiet again.

“How’s that for a weapons test you bitch.” Claire muttered to herself before placing her foot against Neera’s body and toppling it over. She turned, straightened her suit and walked briskly from the weapons testing area and back to the elevator. On the ride back up to the twenty third floor she began to realize the gravity of her actions and knew that there would be a stern reprimand in her profile when Erik returned.

“Claire..you can’t just tear apart another robot like that.” Erik said as he looked over the damage report to Neera.

“I know sir.” Claire said, clearly defeated.

There was a short pause as Erik stood from behind his desk and tossed the folder he had been reviewing aside. He looked out the window view at the city and, unseen by Claire, smirked to himself.

“It was a good weapons test though.” Erik said at length. Claire looked up at him, seeing only his back as he stood with his arms folded behind him. “You did well, certainly better than we had expected. No recommended updates this time around.”

“I don’t understand-” Claire stammered.

“You destroyed a valuable piece of equipment. Neera is going to be rebuilt and resume her functions in the weapons department. You’re a bit of a unique case though, you’re more human like than any other android here, and because of that you’re given certain..special treatment.”

There was a silence hanging in the air, Claire was confused by what Erik had said. She knew there was a reprimand recommended by someone in the weapons division, but all she had heard was praise. She silently wondered if the weapons division had sent Neera as a test, not for the weapon system but for Claire and her A.I.

“You’re dismissed, take the rest of the day off.” Erik said, bringing Claire out of her thoughts. “Sophie requested that you come visit her when you get a chance as well. She let me know you took good care of her while I was away. Thank you for that.”

“Yes sir, thank you.” Claire replied and dipped her head just a bit and then turned and left his office.

She retreated to her own room and shed her professional looking business suit. Neatly hanging them in the closet to prevent wrinkles. She then dressed herself in a pair of simple white socks, a comfortable pair of well worn jogging pants and a tank top. She looked like a different person, and she certainly carried herself differently as well. While she would normally walk with an air of confidence and almost smug superiority, dressed like this, she was far more casual. Her movements were more fluid and relaxed. She opened the door to the living space to find Sophie standing in front of her. She was wearing a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra. Her hands were folded behind her back and her chest pushed forward. She was smiling coyly at Claire.

Claire stepped back and Sophie stepped into her room. The pair would spend the rest of the day there, curled up in bed next to each other, relaxing and sighing happily.

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The Collins Family Values

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==Part 1: Values==

The sun was setting and it made the air thick. The summer air had been in the high nineties for the last week and it was beginning to make the air heavy. It was a thick slurry of oxygen, but it felt more like trying to inhale syrup. The sweat that beaded on the foreheads of the residents of Holly Hills in Colorado did little to quench the heat. Only a sustained residence in front of an air conditioner could do that.

Katie was sitting in her room at the moment. Her small frame beaded with sweat from just being outside and going for a short walk. She had come into her house and was greeted with a wall of cool air from the air conditioner that seemed to be running constantly these days. It felt nice, a cold tingle washing over her body as she penetrated deeper into her house and up to her room. Once there she shed her tank top, leaving her in shorts and a bra.

The breeze was exactly what she needed. After only a few minutes of sitting still with the cool air tickling her skin and a perspiring glass of ice water, she was more than ready to actually relax. She didn’t bother with her shirt, opting instead to simply lay back on her bed and pull out her phone. She had ignored her social media for long enough and it was time to see what had happened in the last ten or so minutes.

Not much was her conclusion, then again that was always the conclusion.

“God, there is nothing to do here.” she whined aloud to no one at all.

She was right though. Holly Hills was easily one of the safest communities in the suburb. The height of thrilling antics boiled down to someone’s dog escaping or perhaps some teenagers playing their music a little too loud past the noise ordinance. Nothing at all that Katie felt was even remotely exciting, or even different.

She sighed.

She had wanted to go on any number of beach trips, camping, out of town road trips, or anything that her friends were doing, but all of them required her to go out of town and her parents had strictly forbidden it this year. Which was, according to Katie, totally unfair. She was nineteen, living at home, going to college all on her own and yet she was still stuck in this crummy little town.

The only small victory that she had won, was that despite her being locked in town because of poor grades, her sister was also stuck here. Not because of her grades, no, Lucy was far too…everything…for that. No, Lucy had to stay home because their mother wanted help around the house and Lucy was just the daughter for the job. With reluctance, Lucy had agreed, only because she knew that suggesting Katie would have ended in another sibling squabble. No one had the time or energy for another argument between those two.

Katie had been there when Lucy looked at her with a reluctance in her eyes. Katie could only smugly smile at her, waggle her eyebrows once, and then slink away.

Lucy was currently in the kitchen, washing the dishes from the night before. It was mid afternoon and Lucy, in her wild imagination, had thought that perhaps once. Just once. Katie would drag herself out of bed and get some chores done before wandering off into the heat. The sink, stacked somehow higher than the night before, was evidence enough that Katie had done non such thing.

Lest she and Katie both get yelled at for letting the house fall into such a state, Lucy reluctantly did the dishes. She had been for the last fifteen minutes, and turning to see her sister standing before her with a cold, empty, dirty, ready to be washed but not by Katie, glass was more than enough to set off Lucy.

“No, your turn, I’m not washing another one of your dishes.”

“God, It’s one more thing. Just wash it.” Katie whined in return.

Lucy could only scoff and throw the towel that she was holding onto the counter and turn to walk away. A move the prompted Katie to look at her with an incredulous glare and whine loudly.

“Mom! Lucy’s not doing her chores!”

Lucy spun on Katie, seeing only a knowing and smug smirk on her lips. Lucy could feel her hands clenching into fists at her side and she looked at Katie with all the venom she could muster. It was too late though, Miriam had appeared in the doorway to the kitchen.

Taller than Katie and Lucy, but not by much. Miriam’s light brown hair was cut short and swept to the side. While she dressed casually, sporting a simple tank top and jeans in the sweltering heat, she still managed to come across as elegant and above all, in charge. Her hands were folded over her chest, both pushing her breasts upward just a bit and allowing them a place of prominence, but also adding to the stern look she had on her face.

Miriam was fun loving most of the time and had little issue with some banter, or even breaking up a sibling squabble. But the heat and the increased amount of time that her two daughters were spending together this summer break were beginning to grate on her like a fork scraping across ceramic. Her mere presence though was enough to send both Katie and Lucy into a fearful silence. Katie was still holding the glass, her small frame shadowed by Lucy, standing between her and their mother. Lucy still had to adjust her gaze upwards to look at her mother, who stood tall over both of the girls.

“Katie. Wash your dishes, your sister is not a servant here.” Miriam said, no, commanded.

Lucy wanted so badly to smirk at her brat of a sister. To spin on her and stick out her tongue and smile with an ‘I told you so’ look. Miriam’s presence there stopped all of that though. Lucy knew it would spark a fresh argument. Especially since Katie had little respect for the kind of punishment they would both receive for antagonizing their mother. Katie was already whining and stomping over to the sink and Lucy did everything she could to get out of the way so Katie had no ammunition to start another argument.

“Lucy.” Miriam said and nodded over her shoulder before walking away.

Lucy followed along, still absentmindedly carrying the dish towel in her hands, and fell in step behind her mother. They walked through the living room and into their father’s private study behind a locked door that Miriam unlocked before shoving the key back into her pocket.

“You need to try and nurture your sister a little more. She looks up to you.” Miriam said as she leaned against the desk, making sure not to bump into the computer set up on the desk.

“No she doesn’t.” Lucy argued back and threw the towel she was carrying at Miriam in a fit of anger. Her mother narrowed her eyes as she caught the towel and calmly set it on the desk behind her.

“Yes she does, a lot more than you might think. She’s looking to you to see how to interact with the rest of us, and I would appreciate it if you would take a little more care with how you speak to her.”

Lucy had no good retort for that.

“I’ve seen you two work together, you’re nigh unstoppable. Try and work with her rather than just asserting yourself over her. You’re older, you’re wiser, you should be stepping into womanhood-”

“Mom.” Lucy chided and stopped as Miriam held up her hand.

“You’re becoming a woman. You’re in your twenties now and it’s time to start acting like it. Katie is only nineteen and this is her last chance to learn a little from her older sister before she becomes so bull headed that she gets set in her ways.”

Lucy sighed.

“So do me and your father a favor and try to understand her a little better, work with her instead of against her.”

Lucy was quiet for a few moments. She rolled the whole situation around in her brain for a few moments before nodding her head in agreement. There was still reluctance, but her mother was right. Katie had always been an asset when they were younger and the two of them worked well, if only Katie would settle down a little and do what she was told.

“Good. I’m going to take a shower, you go apologize to your sister. When I get out of the shower I want to see you two cooperating better.” Miriam walked past Lucy just enough to open the door and gesture for Lucy to leave. She turned the small lock on the door handle again and closed the door behind herself as she left. Lucy was already moving towards the kitchen her head hung and Miriam could hear the deep huff of air passing through her nostrils.

Miriam didn’t like to force this kind of confrontation, she preferred for her daughters to simply get along. Some conflict would be good for them though, it would help them grow and mature and more than anything help prepare them for the real world where these kinds of confrontations would happen again and again. She lightly stepped up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She began setting clothes, jeans and underwear tossed onto the bed followed by her tank top and bra.

Somewhere in the pile of clothes, her phone buzzed. Miriam stopped and turned to look at the pile of discarded clothes. Padding softly back to the clothes she fished out her phone and answered it.

“Hey babe.” Miriam began.

“Hey sweetie, sorry, but I’m going to be home a little late tonight.”

Miriam looked visibly disappointed, not that her husband, Shawn, could see that. “What a shame. I was just standing here naked, about to take a shower so i was nice and clean for you tonight.”

Shawn only coughed a little in response.

“I’ll have to try and be good all day long so that I’m still clean for you.” her voice dropped to a whisper, “so that you and I can get dirty together.”

Her voice ended in a small, almost predatory purr. Shawn once again coughed and earned a whole body laugh from Miriam. She was well aware that his phone calls were recorded and there were likely even co-workers nearby. Miriam just couldn’t help herself though. Shawn just brought out that desire in her. He always had.

“Love you babe” Miriam said, the smirk on her face was audible.

“Love you too, see you tonight.” Shawn replied with a flustered twist in his voice.

Miriam tossed the phone back on the bed and strutted off to the shower, her hips swaying as if she were seducing someone that wasn’t there.

Lucy took a deep breath and let it seep out her nostrils. Then another, each breath calming her down. She could swear she felt a wash of coolness splash inside of her chest and hot anger blow from her nose. She had discovered the breathing technique last year when her father had insisted on her taking yoga classes. At the time she felt like all she did was close her eyes, sit still and breathe. But the technique worked every time, and as her mind calmed down she remembered what she had to do.

She also remembered that her mom had left that stupid dish towel in the study.

Katie, meanwhile, was seething over the sink. A disgusting sponge in hand as she begrudgingly washed her glass. She set it on the drying rack and turned to the stove and sent her arm sailing to snatch the dish towel that always hung there. Though her hands caught nothing but empty air. She rolled her eyes and turned towards the living room.

“Lucy! Where’s the towel?”

Both girls, unbeknownst to the other, looked up as the sound of the shower turning on and water coursing through the pipes.

“It’s in dad’s office.” Lucy replied, her voice already softening with resignation.

Katie walked into the room. Her expression cooled a bit at the mention of their father.

“Dammit. He’s gonna be pissed at us if it’s in there stinkin’ the place up all day.”

There was a moment of silence that passed between the two sisters. Lucy recalled what her mom had said earlier. Her and Katie were basically unstoppable when they worked together. Lucy looked at Katie, and something in their eyes sparkled and then there were smiles. Dirty dishes, chores left undone, sisterly rivalry, all of it was irrelevant right now.

“I could probably sneak into moms room and get the key from her pants.” Katie offered.

Lucy started thinking through all the possible things that could go wrong. In a flash she had a dozen or so ways this could get them both in trouble. There was really no time for that, her mom’s words rang in her ears.

“Better be fast.” Lucy said and Katie’s small frame was rushing past her and up the stairs. She squatted down and stepped lightly as she turned the door handle and pushed open the door to the master bedroom and slipped inside. She was suddenly thankful for being the family runt. She moved quickly to the bed and took a moment to observe how the clothes looked so she could recreate it after she rustled through them.

The jeans Miriam had been wearing weren’t hard to find and digging out the key took even less time. In a matter of moments she was in and back out of the room, gently closing the door and sprinting down to Lucy. She only nodded as Katie skidded up to the door and slipped the key into place and turned it.

They were in.

“Go put the key back, hurry!” Lucy hissed and Katie took off again.

Lucy darted into the study. She hadn’t really realized how much of a mess the place was. The bookshelf was stuffed with manuals and thick books and occasionally an award from work. Even his desk was a mess. There were papers and blueprints and schematics everywhere. As Lucy approached she saw the sheer volume of sticky notes with handwritten scribbles on them. Her eyes darted over the papers and readouts to look for the towel. She found it, struggling more than she would have imagined, and snatched it up.

Without even meaning to, Lucy’s senses had been so laser focused on the towel that she had neglected to really take in the space. She heard something, a hiss and a splatter. A woman humming softly to herself. Even her eyes picked up more. Scribbles on sticky notes became real words, mostly. Most prominently, though, was the schematic that the towel had been covering. It was a woman, standing nude with a grid laid over the body. Symbols and markings dotted the space around her and hand drawn lines pointed at parts of the body.

Lucy knew that woman. The name written across the top of the sheet prominently showed ‘Miriam Collins’.

The sound of a shower, her mothers voice humming softly, and movement came from the computer. It wasn’t locked, and in fact it appeared that someone was using it. The mouse cursor flying around the screen, opening new windows, code flying past in another window, and a visual feed of someone taking a shower. She watched as the mouse cursor opened another window, a three dimensional model of her mother. Click on the head, then drag down to the breasts. Click on the hands, drag over to the breasts. Click on execute.

The video feed shifted downward, filling the field of vision with Miriam’s ample chest. Her hands moved in and cupped her breasts, smearing bubbly soap over them and rubbing them a little more seductively than Lucy would think was normal. She looked up just in time to see the short frame of Katie appear in the door, looking panicked and curious.

“Did you get- what are you doing?”

Lucy silently beckoned her over.

“That’s mom.” Lucy observed.

“Gross, but also, what?”

Lucy turned back to the screen, watching the movements of the mouse, taking in what was clicked on and more than that seeing what else was there that was not in the forefront. She remembered that she hadn’t responded to Katie and so she pointed to the schematic the towel had covered. Katie looked it over and after a few moments came to the same observations that Lucy had.

“Wait. wait…so…so mom’s-” Katie stammered

“A robot. Yeah. And look-” Lucy pointed to the screen “I think dad’s like, manually controlling her.”

Lucy’s finger pointed at the top of the screen to the small red bar with a message in bold white text. ‘Sharing screen with SCollins@loveworks.com’

Lucy and Katie could only watch as different controls were brought up and moved. Each one affecting Miriam’s body, or vision, or behavior in some way. Some of the changes were obvious to Lucy, others were far more cryptic. After a few minutes the mouse stopped moving, and the red bar across the top disappeared. Miriam continued to shower, though it seemed somewhat more natural. Her movements were slightly more fluid and human-like.

Lucy and Katie’s eyes met, but instead of the fear of being caught, there was instead a hint of mischief. It wasn’t exactly in the forefront of Lucy’s mind, but it was there. A lingering desire for something. She didn’t know what, but it felt hot. So hot that even as she pulled in a deep breath, the kind that usually cooled her from the inside of her chest outward, the heat lingered on. She wanted to do something with Miriam. Something to Miriam.

Katie was feeling the same thing, though she was a little more in tune with her own emotions. She knew what sensual desires and taboo fantasies felt like. She had, more than once, indulged in her fantasies and used them to fuel her sexual awakenings and they danced before her eyes on those late nights when she touched herself until she let out a muffled and strangled sigh.

“Can you freeze her or something?” Katie asked.

“Uh, let me just-” Lucy muttered and grabbed the mouse and began exploring the software there, keeping the video feed up and in the corner of the screen. There was a lot here, and none of it seemed to be what Lucy was looking for. Her eyes darted to the video feed, her mother was already drying herself off and moving towards the pile of clothes on the bed. More windows, log files, open terminal screens. Information flashed before Lucy’s eyes but she found it hard to actually read or understand most of it.

Her mother was pulling on her pants now, and was fully dressed. She would be out of the room in moments.

Lucy was in something of a panic, partially because she knew her mom was coming, and because Katie was now frantically looking from the computer to the desk to the door around the room and back at the computer only to repeat the movement again. Out of desperation she flipped back to the three dimensional diagram of Miriam and clicked on her. The pointer happened to be on Miriam’s chest and it flashed for a moment, then brought up a new panel of controls. Prominently at the top of the configuration was a button that simply read ‘Stop all.’

That was good enough.

Lucy clicked on it as her mothers field of vision indicated that she was leaning over the bed, reaching for her phone. Then she stopped. A number of options flipped to the ‘disabled’ setting on the control panel. The only options that remained enabled appeared to be Power, Operating System, and Failsafe. Lucy let out all the air she had been holding and slumped back into the chair. Katie squealed behind her and looked over her sister’s shoulder.

“Human Persona..Emulation mode..Emotional response kit..Lucy what is all this?”

Lucy sputtered for a moment and then only vaguely shook her head back and forth. “I don’t know. I think it’s all the stuff that mom was running. Like programs and stuff.”

“Sweet.” Katie replied. “Wanna have some fun?”

Lucy wasn’t normally up for shenanigans of this caliber, but this seemed like a unique system. Despite that, she still felt a rising heat in her and she wasn’t sure why. Looking over at the overlay of her own mother she physically felt something click into place inside of her and she knew without a doubt that she definitely did want to have some fun.

“Go up and check on mom. Give me a minute or two to figure out how to work this thing.”

Katie smirked and dashed from the office and up the stairs to her mother’s room. Just to be safe she knocked lightly on the door. A sound that Lucy heard clearly through Miriam’s audio and visual feeds. A moment later the sound of the door opening and a delighted little squeal. Lucy saw that Katie was flipping Miriam over and soon Lucy saw Katie’s grinning face.

“This. Is. Awesome!” Katie squeaked.

Lucy, meanwhile, got to work trying to figure out how to operate the robotic woman upstairs. She soon discovered that every part of her body had a number of options on it. Some more intuitive than others. Her head,for example, contained huge swathes of raw data and boring computer jargon. There were, however, controls over her vision, manual adjustments to her eyes and ears. Clicking on Miriam’s crotch, however, was filled with nothing but sexual controls.

Clicking to turn those on resulted in a small pop up that indicated other systems that had engaged as a result. Her throat lit up and then a small moan slipped out of Miriam’s mouth. Other indicators pulsed across her body. One indicating that Miriam’s nipples had just stiffened, another seemed to bring up another window with, from what Lucy could tell, were a number of kinky situations. Many had check marks next to it.

“Dad, you pervert.” Lucy muttered.

Closing the window she found herself on a new pop-up. This one simply displayed a green button that said ‘engage.’ Lucy clicked it without hesitation. A number of windows flashed across the screen and Lucy could only catch glimpses of what they displayed. It was mostly text, and mostly indicating that some sub system or program was engaging. Lucy quickly clicked back on Miriam’s chest and let out another breath as she saw that it still displayed that the persona and the emulation mode were still disabled. She assumed that meant that Miriam was acting robotic and not like their mother.

“Katie!” Lucy called from her position in front of the computer.

“Yeah, we’re good. Mom’s frozen, or offline or something.” Katie called back.

Lucy let out a breath and turned back to the computer. There was a lot of learning to do and even more observation.

Katie had returned to her mothers room and was looking over the inert form of Miriam. It took a bit of effort for the smaller girl to flip over her mother, made more difficult only because of the somewhat awkward position that Miriam had been frozen in. After a little work and more grunting that Katie wanted to admit, she finally got her mother flipped over onto her back.

Miram wasn’t quite stable on the bead and her naked form was sliding slowly towards the floor, slowed only by the amount of bare skin that provided traction from the bedspread, and the mechanical joints in her knees reluctantly releasing their position. Katie wrapped her arms around her mother and hoisted her back up onto the bed in a somewhat awkward hug that left her own body pressed into her naked mother.

“Katie, you are grounded.” Miriam said, her voice clear and smooth, though lacking a certain level of emotion.

Katie shoved hard against the bed and launched herself off of her mother and looked down at her.

“El oh el” Miriam spoke. “You should see the look on your face.”

“Lucy?” Katie spat back with a level of spite.

“Yep, I found the vocal controls. This is awesome.”

Katie grumbled and relaxed a bit, at least she was thankful that her mother hadn’t somehow reactivated her personality and had actually grounded her.

“Ready for a little fun?” Lucy asked through Miriam.

Without waiting for an answer, Lucy clicked on the wireframe display of Miriam’s crotch and brought up a shocking amount of additional data and controls. There were manual overrides for anything and everything. Lucy could see that there were a number of presets that she didn’t feel like delving into at this point in time, and instead turned her attention to a list on the side of the display. There were a number of preset configurations, all labeled with what someone might expect. Lucy scoffed at the ones that were clearly made by some default manufacturer. Slut, dominant, subservient, school girl, secretary. They all seemed to be more geared towards scenarios or caricatures rather than any kind of sexual configuration.

Clicking on the subservient option only opened a new window with a myriad of controls and sliders. Lucy didn’t feel like making a fully customized experience for her and her sister at the moment, and so she left Miriam configured as it was, mostly. There were options for who to target as the subject of this little trist. The default was their father, but that wouldn’t work and in fact might alert him somehow to what they were doing. Lucy knew better than that and that they would be in deep trouble if he ever found out about this. So, she set both herself and Katie as the targets and pressed execute.

Lucy smirked at what she had done and stood up, leaving the office with the door cracked open just a little to allow her entry back into the room and made her way up to Miriam’s room.

Lucy arrived just in time to see Miriam smirking with a sultry hint to the corners of her lips. Her naked form was still only slightly damp from the shower and lent her skin a short of sheen, not quite what plastic would look like, but not entirely like human skin either. She looked almost flawlessly human, save for that one small detail. Lucy only shook her head in amazement, Miriam was incredible, even the act of sliding off of the bed and arriving on her knees in front of Katie was graceful and smooth.

Katie was practically vibrating with excitement. Her mother, the source of constant strife and punishment in her life. The person who had come down on her the hardest for every little mistake was kneeling in front of her, exposed not just physically but her very being as a robotic creature. Katie, the youngest, the smallest, the baby of the family was now the one in charge of her mother. The smile on her face was borderline wicked and her intent was equally so.

“Unbutton my pants.”

It wasn’t a simple request, her voice made that much clear. It was an order.

Miriam’s devious smirk appeared only a brief moment before her hands smoothly moved to Kaite’s jeans and unfastened them. She dragged the zipper down, slowly, meticulously.

“More.” Katie ordered again.

Miriam complied, and Lucy could only watch as her mother dipped her fingers into the small space between her daughter's jeans and the bare, soft skin on her hips. The older robot’s fingers curled and began to drag not only the jeans but Katie’s panties down her thighs, and past her knees. Once there, she simply let go and the garments fell off of her body. Miriam then returned to a sitting position, her legs tucked under her and her head dipped down, averting eye contact with Katie.

Katie looked over at Lucy, who was leaning against the door jamb and crossed her arms under her own chest. Katie’s grin was one part goofy disbelief and one part pure lust. There was little thought going into Katie’s actions now. Lucy figured that from here on out Katie would be thinking less with her brain and more with her hormones. The discovery that their mother was, in fact, only a machine liberated a lot of thoughts, even Lucy admitted that.

Lucy felt it herself. Locked behind her bra, she felt her own nipples harden with excitement at what she was seeing and what she was dreaming. Miriam was fully under their control, not just because they had access to her command console, but because she had been set as fully submissive to her and Katie. Her eyes were torn away from the scene in front of her by the gentle glow of something across the room. A tablet, sitting on their father’s night stand, looked to be on and something was moving on it.

Katie had turned her attention back to her mother. That devious smirk on her face was ever present. She dipped down and lifted her mother’s chin up so that their eyes could meet. Katie grinned again and walked around her mother to the bed. She settled down on the edge, watching as her mother followed her with her gaze until Katie settled into place. Her legs were spread now, a bald feminine sex proudly displayed. The subtle dark pink lips were already spreading in sexual anticipation.

“Eat me out.” Katie murmured, red hot blush crawling across her cheeks as she said the words aloud.

Lucy scooped up the tablet, looking over her shoulder as Miriam placed her hands on Katie’s knees and spread her legs further apart and dipped into her daughter's waiting sex. The tablet seemed to be a mobile and somewhat truncated version of what she had seen on the computer in their father’s study. A small video feed showed Miriam’s point of view, and after tapping on a few things gave some amount of control.

Lucy bit into her lower lip as she heard her sister’s squeals of delight and Miriam’s deeper, more mature, grumbles of pleasure swirled in. She felt that heat, the desire, the raw lust building inside of her as well. Her skin felt like it was tingling and the sensation of her clothes against her skin sent waves of the same tingles coursing through her. She wanted, no ,needed to get her clothes off and join her sister.

Lucy’s shirt was the first to leave her body. The simple act of walking and moving was dragging too much fabric over her skin. The cooling rush of fresh air as her shirt was tossed aside sent a different series of tingles rippling over her skin. Her bra was next, the last moments of the fabric releasing her breasts and dragging across her nipples sent enough of a sensation through her to earn a small moan. She was just stepping up to the bed where Miriam was furiously kissing along Katie’s thigh, when her mouth crossed the young girl's sex, she dove in and lapped at the spreading folds. After only a few moments of rapt pleasure Miriam would move away, kissing a long hot trail along Katie’s other thigh, only to stop and repeat the whole exercise.

Lucy was already dragging her own pants off of her long shapely legs and kicking them aside. She settled down on the bed next to Katie, the tablet still in her hand. She looked to her sister and was overwhelmed by a searing hot desire. She leaned in, wrapping her free hand around her sister's head and dragged the girl into a deep kiss.

Katie reciprocated with no hesitation, launching her tongue into Lucy’s mouth and moaning in a constant stream of lewd sounding grunts and grumbles. Lucy began to softly whimper into her sister's mouth as well. The pair kissed with a wild and unbridled passion long enough for both to completely lose track of time itself. Lost in the moment Lucy didn’t even realize that she had spread her legs wide. Moreover, she had forgotten about the tablet in her hand which was currently being observed by someone else remotely.

Katie was the first to break the kiss, though only because she found herself pressing back into the bed. Miriam had moved to fully licking and suckling on Katie’s feminine folds for the better part of ten minutes now. Katie had been so lost in passionate lust that she had noticed the rising heat of a rolling orgasm. She cried out and her hips bucked a little. Miriam had pulled back enough to let her move without the fear of damage.

“I..I didn’t tell you to stop! Keep licking me you little robot slut” Katie called to her mother, who immediately and gladly returned to work.

Miriam brought both hands up to Katie’s pussy and used her thumbs to spread the younger woman’s slit open. She bobbed forward over and over, each time letting her tongue drag across the full length of Katie’s clit.

As Katie was crying out, Lucy suddenly remembered the tablet. She lifted it in front of her and, for the first time, knew what she wanted and where to get it.

She tapped on Miriam’s left hand and then opened the options table. She tapped the check box next to the sexual use option and then tapped on her own name in the list that appeared. All the open prompts closed and returned to the system monitoring screen. An instant later Lucy felt the heat of Miriam’s hand on her upper thigh. Lucy knew to comply and she spread her legs open and in an instant Miriam’s fingers were dragging smoothly along the length of her sex.

Lucy felt her head fall back to the bed and a sensual sigh slipped past her lips. Her hands were already moving to her breasts, leaving the tablet on the bed. She had a single wandering thought about how much of a turn on it was that Miriam was, in fact, just a machine. Something to be used and controlled. Her mind wandered for an instant to what Miriam was like when their father was fixing her..or disassembling her..every new thought brought a twitch to her pussy that was only accentuated by Miriam’s movements.

The android woman easily slipped two fingers into Lucy’s soaking wet slit. Miriam started thrusting her two fingers in and out of Lucy in an easy and smooth rhythm. There was no resistance, only pleasure. Lucy cried out as she felt more and more of the same heat rising inside of her. What was once a gentle tingle had condensed itself down to a squirming, craving, desire filled lump centered on her sex. Every movement from Miriam brought it back to the forefront of her mind and every movement seemed to only intensify the sensation.

The sound of Katie’s squealing voice tugged at Lucy’s senses. Her sister was having another orgasm. In the middle of the moans and sighing, Katie somehow managed to order her mother to keep going.

Lucy hadn’t even settled back into her own rhythms. The desire was still there, the craving for that sexual release was building, but her sister distracted her again. She was moaning, again, the same orgasmic squeal she had made moments before. Then it happened again. And again.

Lucy’s lustful thoughts about Miriam’s fingers thrusting in and out of her were shoved to the side. She could still feel the movement, but it was like all her focus on Katie had robbed her of the squirming sensual sensations from before. Her eyes were open wide now and she pushed herself up with her hands to look over at her sister.

Katie’s head was swiveling from side to side, each time she moved to one side she would let out the same sounds as the orgasm she had just had. Then her head would slowly turn to look towards Lucy. Now that she was paying attention, Lucy heard the sound of something electronic inside of Katie whining and straining. Putting her hand on the side of Katie’s neck, she could feel the tension of what had to be motors. They were fighting, struggling, like they had been told to turn in two directions at the same time. Lucy knew that after too long that would surely break down.

Miriam’s fingers thrust deep inside of Lucy again, this time her thumb came to rest on Lucy's soft clit and swirled around for a second. Lucy’s mind screamed at her to forget Katie and to simply let Miriam pleasure her until she was screaming in orgasmic ecstasy.

“Miriam stop.” She said with all the authority she could muster through worry and lust.

Miriam did, in fact, stop. She pulled her hand back and let her fingers, slick with Lucy’s love, come to rest on her bare thighs. She sat still, breathing and blinking and smiling, but nothing else. Katie, meanwhile, continued to twitch, moan and spasm from time to time. Lucy returned to the tablet, seeing now that her sister was just as much an android as her mother had been. She sighed at the thought that her little sister might operate the same way her mother did. There was already an alert blinking on display and when Lucy tapped it she was greeted by a control interface for Katie.

It was similar, though different to Miriams. It looked somewhere newer, more refined. Options that made sense were bundled into one control panel, though they were difficult to see. Most of the screen was obscured with alerts and warnings. It only took Lucy a moment to find the reboot option though and, like all good technical support wanted, she tried turning it off and back on again.

Katie almost immediately fell silent. There was, perhaps, two full seconds before her systems received and executed the shutdown order. In that time she continued to squeal in pleasure and then suddenly stop. Her entire form sagged into the bed as the internal motor systems released their hold on parts of her body. Her head relaxed to one side, eyes and mouth open wide as she stared, not at, but through Lucy. There was no life there, just a cold robotic face.

“Fuck.” Lucy muttered. It was less frustration or worry and more desire. She now had two robots to use as she saw fit.

While Katie slowly returned to life, Lucy was rapidly tapping into the programming sets for her sister. She could have changed anything, made her less of a brat. Maybe make her more clean and tidy. That could come later, for now, Lucy let her lust control her actions. She found Katie’s sexual menu and huffed, finding it far less populated than Miriam’s had been. Lucy chuckled at that, thinking how funny it was that Katie was less experienced and thus had less programming to draw from.

She was, of course, incorrect. Katie had simply not had all of her sexual programming installed yet.

Still, there were options. Lucy tapped on what felt like the most useful of the options and set herself as the target then executed it. She was met with a small warning that the program could not execute until the unit was fully online. Lucy tossed the tablet aside and bit into her lower lip. The term “unit” echoed in her mind. This wasn’t her mother, it was a unit. This wasn’t her sister, it was another android..another unit..both were hers now.

Katie muttered that she was online, then that she was loading and executing her human persona. Katie managed to blink once as she stared at Lucy and then, a moment later, that same coy, lustful smirk crossed her lips. Lucy knew that her sister was online again and appeared to be functional, so why not use her like they used Miriam.

Lucy climbed onto Katie, mounting her face and lowering her own pussy down onto Katie’s waiting tongue. In an instant Katie’s lips were pressed into Lucy’s sex and letting out a muffled moan as she ate out her older sister’s clit. Lucy felt her own head fall back and a cry of pure pleasure roll out. That intense ball of desire was once again building and bubbling inside of her. She could feel the heat rising and consuming her, starting at her loins and spreading like wildfire until she was blushing with heat.

“Mo- er..Miriam…come here and kiss me.” Lucy ordered, looking over her shoulder to Miram, who was still placidly smiling. The glisten of Katie’s juices was still fresh on her lips.

Miriam stood without any hesitation and moved around to her own bed. She shoved away the pile of clothes that had been left there and crawled towards Lucy. Katie was busily flicking her tongue rapidly over Lucy’s clit, drawing moans from her lips. Miriam arrived in front of her and moved in for a single small kiss, just enough to entice lucy. She whimpered at the robot pulled away from her, but once she felt Miriam's warm, artificial tongue slide across her nipple, she lost all care about kisses.

“Keep- keep doing that.” Lucy mumbled.

Lucy had, absentmindedly, forgotten that there were currently two androids that were engaged with her and that were fully under her control. Miriam and Katie both received the words and complied. Miriam left her mouth clamped over Lucy’s nipple, her tongue swirling around the hardened tip, while Katie’s tongue flicked over Lucy’s clit. That tight and intense sensation of lust was forming in Lucy’s hips. She could almost feel the release, like the sudden bursting of an all too full balloon.

Then there was nothing.

Shawn stood in the doorway, his phone in his hands with an emergency stop illuminated as his thumb rose from the touchscreen.

Katie was the first to fully power down. Her tongue was still lodged deep inside of Lucy, eyes shut as she was rapt in pleasure at the time of the power down command. Her operating system received it and immediately executed it at the highest possible permission level. Katie’s hands had curled around Lucy’s thighs and had been using them to pull Lucy’s pussy even harder against her mouth, but now they just slipped off and flopped to the bed.

Lucy’s balance was a little strange. She had been relying on Miriam’s presence to keep her mostly upright. As Miriam powered down, mouth still on Lucy’s tit, she leaned all her weight into Lucy and then slid to the side, face planting into the bedspread. Lucy meanwhile tilted forward, dislodging herself from Katie’s tongue and crumpling in a heap on the bed. Part of her weight tipped her to the side and into Miriam.

Shawn was panting. He had just sprinted up the stairs and he wasn’t nearly in as good a shape as he should have been. He stored his phone back in his pocket and moved to the bed, scooping up the tablet there while he was at it. He tapped around on it, pulling up the controls for Miriam and reactivating her. As part of her boot up he disabled her human persona and a number of other code bases that would be unnecessary for the time being. He was reluctant to turn her back on so soon, but he would need some sort of assistance carrying Lucy and Katie down to his repair lab.

Miriam came online and pushed herself off of the bed and into a standing position. She was ridgid, her eyes remained unblinking and there was no rise and fall of her chest to indicate breathing.

“Pick her up and bring her to repair table three” Shawn said, pointing to Katie.

Miriam responded instantly. She wiggled her arms under Katie’s body and scooped her up. It seemed so easy, so effortless, both because Katie was so very small, but more because Miriam’s incredible strength that lay effortlessly below the surface of her artificial skin. Once she had moved out of the way, Shawn stepped forward and picked up Lucy. He let out a number of grunts and small sounds as he wrestled with his daughter's naked form and eventually got her into a position that was comfortable enough to lug her through the house.

Miriam had no shame about mechanically walking through the house, naked herself and her naked daughter cradled in her arms. Shawn, on the other hand, did his best to move quickly past open windows and anything that would offer line of sight to the neighbors. Still, both made it into the office that Lucy had been working from. There was a door in there, Shawn could see it as plain as day. It was in the corner, only partially obscured by a bookshelf, but anyone in the office could see it.

Well, anyone who wasn’t specifically programmed not to see it.

Miriam had effortlessly opened it and was marching into the space. Shawn clicked on the overhead lights and the room flickered into illumination. There were two overly large stainless steel tables in here, each one surrounded by bits and bobs. Some of it was technical equipment, cables, laptops, and spare parts.

Katie was laid out on one of the tables, and Shawn managed to get Lucy onto the other table, though he did accidentally flop her onto the surface and cause her head to knock into it. Not enough to do any damage, but it would have caused a fuss if she had been online. Shawn huffed and puffed and looked over at Miriam. All three of them would need to be worked on, there was a lot of diagnostic work to do to discover what had actually happened.

The problem was that there were only two tables, and three robots.

“Uh, let’s see…uhm, Miriam, can you lock yourself into the lower chassis lift and power down there?”

Shawn’s request was followed as if it was an order and Miriam walked to the corner of the room and tugged down a sturdy looking mechanical arm that was coiled against the ceiling. The end of it was tipped with some kind of clamp assembly. She aligned the clamp with the back of her neck and stood still. Shawn had already fished out his phone and tapped away on it. Soon after Miriam was standing still, Shawn activated the arm and the claw-like clamp closed around Miriam’s neck and with a deep whine lifted her off of the ground. She was only raised a few inches before she stopped and, once there, she simply waited. Shawn powered her down and her body relaxed into a dangle.

“Bu-but dear this won’t- I- I can’t continue to fun-function if- if I- if I-” Miriam sputtered as her human emulation attempted to restart itself. Shawn swore once and idly wondered why she was trying to trigger a software restart here and now. He darted to her dangling form and pressed in on the power button nestled behind her ear and held it down for several long seconds. Finally she went limp and hung from the clamp.

Shawn breathed out. What in the world had happened? Why had it happen? There were so many fail safes in place. And the paperwork this would cause. He could already feel a headache boiling in the back of his head. It was going to be a long rest of his day, and likely night as well.

“Ooookay, let’s see here.” Shawn began as he logged into one of the laptops on the tables. “Where do we start…”

Shawn trailed off as he settled into a comfortable routine of pulling open log files and scrubbing through them line by line. Luckily everything seemed to be perfectly functional until just after he had left for work this morning. He recalled that everything had been okay when he had remoted into his computer from the office to monitor Miriam’s showering and she accepted commands as expected.

Shawn used that time stamp as a springboard for his investigations. Soon he was on Lucy’s trail. He watched her log files scroll past and found deviations. Programs that loaded, but shouldn’t have. Choice tree’s appeared and he saw that there were mischievous tendencies, that was part of her personality, but when combined with a coincidental situation, it all swirled into a chaotic cascade. He made some notes to himself. Miriam would need to be disallowed from entering the office while she was conscious. Had she not come in here, Lucy would have never returned for the kitchen towel, and saw the computer and controls.

“All for the want of a horseshoe nail.” He murmured.

Turning his attention to Lucy, Shawn sighed. She would be the one that was going to require the most work. Miriam needed only a few things trimmed from her memory, and Katie might not need anything more than a series of false memories implanted, depending on how bad the errors and malfunction log was.

Lucy though, Lucy was going to take work. She had spent a significant chunk of time knowing that Miriam was an android, and then discovered her sister was one. Surely she would notice the missing time and disjointed emotional responses.

He reached behind Lucy’s head and found the small button nestled in the hollow created where her skull and neck met.

He was already digging into his pocket for his phone, huffing as he cleared out texts and messages and alerts. Some from his co-workers at the Loveworks facility, emails, alerts from the apps he had been using, a low battery warning-

“Dad?”

Lucy’s voice brought him back to the present and he looked over at Lucy. She was online, though she was still laying on the table. From the confused fear in her eyes he realized that she was running her human emotion emulator, but she wouldn’t be able to move, her location based programming would have stopped her from moving by default in this room.

“Dad I can’t move..what..what’s going on?”

“Oh dear.” Shawn muttered. He pulled a stool over and settled down. He was still looming over Lucy, but he was a little more on her level at least. “You, my dear, weren’t supposed to fully boot up.”

Shawn was tapping on his phone again and only stopped when Lucy’s voice muttered a single word.

“Please.” Shawn looked up to see understanding, light, concern, happiness. All of it was in her eyes. “Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?” He asked. His interest was piqued.

For months Loveworks had been trying to ride that line between an android only executing the programs it had installed and reaching out and creating new programming branches. Nothing like sentience or sapience, but something beyond what was originally there. Had Lucy just done that? Had his little girl changed a fundamental part of her programming once she realized what she was?

“Don’t..don’t turn me off. Don’t make me forget.”

“Forget what?” Shawn leaned in.

“That..that I’m just a robot.” Lucy practically whispered.

Shawn was on his feet with a whoop. Lucy had discovered what she was, didn’t immediately break down, and was in fact asking to remain aware. If that wasn’t a breakthrough, nothing was.

“Honey. You are not just a robot. You’re..you’re so much more than that now. You’re amazing, incredible! You’re the discovery we have been waiting for!”

He looked down at her.

“Oh but sweetheart I have to reset you. I can’t have to like this.”

“But, I like this.”

“What?”

“I like being a robot, and knowing that I’m one too.”

“That’s new.”Shawn commented.

Lucy tilted her head and looked at him. “This isn’t the first time this has happened. Is it?”

Shawn was flustered a little bit and stammered as he tried to answer before collecting his thoughts into a coherent structure.

“Yes and no. Not this exact scenario, but you have found out that you’re an android before.”

“And you wipe that out every time?”

“Yep, usually you don’t say a word and just let me wipe it clean, but this time..this time you asked me not to. That’s interesting and worth investigating further.”

“So, can I stay like this?” Lucy asked.

That was enough to cause Shawn some contemplation. Could she? Theoretically yes. If she was growing enough to recognise and actualize herself like this, there shouldn’t be any harm to it. He would need approval from the company, but-

“Dad?”

“Oh uh yeah, I think, maybe?”

“I could be your assistant. If you wanted..or I can help with something.”

Shawn had heard that tone before. She was a robot, but at the same time still his daughter. He had heard his little girl pleading for something she truly wanted before.

“Yeah ok, I think we can make it work.” He let out a sigh, somewhat relieved and somewhat worried. This was uncharted territory now. “At least for now. You were manufactured, so I have to check with the bosses.”

Lucy smiled at her dad. At that moment she had to change her mind forcefully. He wasn’t actually her dad. She had never been born, she wasn’t human at all. He wasn’t her dad any more than she was a daughter, or a sister or…she forced herself to stop. Knowing she was an android made it so much easier to settle herself down. Once she knew it was programming and not hormones or emotions or anything biological, it was just a matter of visualizing the programming stopping, and it did.

She had some experimentation to do now…

With a rush and a twitch Lucy found that she was once again able to move. She pushed herself up to a sitting position as Shawn draped a sheet over her shoulders for some small sense of modesty.

Lucy sat still and watched as Shawn wandered around the lab gushing facts and explanations about Lucy, her mother, her sister, himself, Loveworks. All of it simply thrown out with little regard for cohesion.

Lucy found that listening was better than asking clarifying questions, and, at the end of it all Lucy had put together most of the puzzle.

Shawn worked for Loveworks, that much was clear. Specifically though he was a field engineer and programmer on a line of androids that were meant to be “for home use.” Which he explained was a kinder way to say that they were sexbots that were boosted enough to be considered for social interactions. However, there needed to be small scale tests and information gathering before there would ever be a true market release.

That was where Lucy, Katie, and Miriam came in.

They were the test units for Loveworks in this area, along with a number of other field engineers in the area. None were settled as neighbors, but they would all attend the same schools in the area.

Miriam was configured to be the testbed for all new programming. Updates that past initial quality assurance testing would be loaded into her, tested for a time, then uploaded to Katie and Lucy. Lucy nodded along and realized that the difference in models and versions was why Miriam’s control interfaces looked different than the one for Katie and, she assumed, herself.

Shawn explained that it looked like when he remotely connected to Miriam earlier in the day that it must have triggered some new threads that allowed Lucy to see things that her human emulation would normally filter out. Things like the words and diagrams that were all over Shawn’s desk that she couldn’t read until she knew what she was looking for.

“Hiding in plain sight.” Lucy commented and got a thoughtful nod from Shawn.

There was a blanket of silence that fell over them as Shawn concluded his tirade and Lucy processed, literally, all the information. A lot of things made a lot more sense now, and with a mystery solved, her eyes fell to her naked mother, dangling in the corner. Her sister, also nude, with her tongue still jutting out. Lucy concentrated for a moment on the sexual feelings she had felt while riding Katie.

The sensual feeling, that warm growing intensity in her hips, came rolling back. The more she focused on it, the better it felt.

“You know, Dad, I had a lot of fun playing with Miriam and Katie when I knew they were robots.” Shawn looked over his shoulder at Lucy. The sheet already draped loosely off her shoulder, her breast tantalizingly close to being revealed again.

“I think, maybe, I’d like to do something like that with you, but it just..it feels weird. Miriam and Katie are robots, like me, and you’re a-”

Shawn had produced his phone again. While Lucy talked, and averted her eyes, and blushed, Shawn had opened her control panels and made adjustments.

“-and you’re a-” she stopped for only a moment. “Fuck it, lets go daddy.”

Shawn hadn’t needed to modify much of her programming, it was all there, he just needed to trigger it.

“Just a second.”

Shawn walked past Lucy, seeing her nipples pucker under the sheet. The streaking pinks of blush spreading over her chest. The way she bit into her lower lip just right. Shawn took a deep breath and tapped a command on his phone. Miriam’s head lifted up just enough for it to be level with Shawn. With a small metallic ping her ear jolted away from her head.

Lucy watched, fascinated and more than a little turned on at the interaction. Miriam was just hanging there, just a thing. A sexbot. Shawn pulled the ear out, bringing a tray of electronics with it. Circuitry that had just been connected to a port inside of Miriam’s head. He plucked a few small chips from the tray and then simply left it open. Lucy looked confused for a moment as Shawn approached her with a lewd grin on his face.

“Just a few little extras” He commented then ran a command to eject Lucy’s ear port.

She gasped and jumped a little, feeling her ear slide out of her head, hearing it not just with the microphones inside of her ear canal, but feeling the subtle motorized tray moving. She looked over and saw Shawn putting chips inside of the slot. Her slot. The robotic parts of her. She took a deep breath and wasn’t sure why. SHe didn’t need to breathe.

The vibrations started again and Lucy knew her ear was sliding into place, packed with new programming for her.

As soon her ear was fully back in her head, she felt a rush. It was odd, suddenly having access to all new information. She felt like it had always been there, and yet she knew it had just been installed.

Regardless, the programming took hold and she felt her body react. Her pussy clenched once and then flowered open as a moan rolled out of her mouth. Her skin sensitivity changed all over her body, the sheet was too much, it needed to be removed, so she let it fall from her shoulders. She needed to be on her knees too, this table wouldn’t do at all. How was she supposed to suck Shawn’s cock all the way up here?

Lucy slipped off the table and expertly lowered herself to her knees. Her tongue rolled over her lips and moistened them with artificial saliva. Her hands were moving, taking off Shawn’s slacks and pulling out his manhood. Lucy knew what she was doing, and was glad to do it. She was well aware that this was just programming sets that Miriam had run before. She was intimately aware that she was executing her mothers sexual programming routines, and for even a brief moment, in her mind's eye she could swear she saw the name of the template. Was she just remembering it from the console? Was it her own operating system? Did it matter?

Her mouth was open and accepting Shawn into it. He pushed deep inside of her and Lucy was only too happy to take it all in. She wasn’t afraid, she had done this hundreds of times before. She knew she was a machine and didn’t need to breathe. Her throat opened and she relaxed into a steady rhythm. She bobbed her head back and forth while Shawn clenched his fist in her hair. Sometimes he would thrust deep inside of her, she knew to open her throat and allow him in. It was easy, expected, and she relaxed into the intimate and intense feeling of pleasuring Shawn.

She was unaware at how much work her free hands had been doing. Her clit twitched as pleasurable data flowed through her and executed an orgasm. Shawn recognized the signs and rapidly rammed himself inside of Lucy’s mouth over and over. Lucy’s programming accepted it and applied suction and pressure with her lips and tongue at just the right time, everytime. Soon Shawn was unleashing his seed inside of Lucy who was all too happy to accept it and swallow it down.

There was darkness again.

Lucy reactivated and found herself laying on the repair table. She could see her father working inside of her open torso. It took a moment to realize that she was seeing her entire body from an entirely different angle.

“Dad?”

“Yeah honey?” Shawn said, not looking at Lucy and instead plugging in a thick cable to some small circuit board inside of her torso.

“Where am I?”

“Oh shit. Yeah sorry.” Shawn stammered as he stood and walked over to Lucy’s disconnected head.

She closed her eyes, presumably to stop herself from feeling nauseated as Shawn brought her head back over to the table.

“Sorry about that, just easier to work in your neck when, you know, no head.” He chuckled.

“So, what are you doing to me?”

Shawn had just clicked her head back into place and quickly snapped it to the right to engage the locks.

“You’re a little shy on drive space. The problem with you is that you’re actually a more advanced model than Katie or Miriam. So you store a lot of data.”

“I’m more advanced?”

Shawn looked up from the access panel in Lucy’s belly. “Yeah, well, kinda. You have the newest base programming, some newer parts, and a whole lot of additional programming. Hence the lack of drive space.”

“So, you’re wiping out some data?”

“What? Heck now. I’m cramming more storage drives into you. You’re going to need the room.” Shawn commented, then looked up from Lucy’s internals. “Can you hand me that bundle of cables right next to your head?”

Lucy looked to the side only to see a bound tangle of black and red cables. It was a slightly awkward movement to grab them, but once she had them she handed them to Shawn who immediately began plugging them into something unseen inside of Lucy’s torso.

“What am I going to need the extra space for?”

“You are the most observant out of the three of you, so you need more drive space. That’s currently somewhat restricted, but I’m going to really open it up. You’re going to get data on everything. Plus, you know, you might as well have the same programming sets that Miriam has.”

The lewd intent behind his statement wasn’t lost on Lucy. She didn’t mind, the thrill of being that intimate with her father was intoxicating.

“Here, do me a favor and plug this in.” Shawn said as he held out a cable to Lucy. There was a silvery tip on the end of it, reminding Lucy of guitar’s amp cables.

“Where?”

Shawn just pointed at his left ear. Then made a sort of jabbing motion with his hand as if he were demonstrating how to plug something in. Lucy smirked and rolled her eyes. She aligned the plug with her ear, and with only a little hesitation started pushing it into her ear. She braced for the pain that she knew would come, but it never did. She heard a beep from somewhere inside of her torso, and Shawn sat up. He made the same motion again.

She took a deep breath, squinted, and remembered that she was a robot. There was nothing to hurt. She wasn’t going to damage herself. And then she pushed the plug in.

The connection was made and Lucy was offline. The plug engaged her link to the laptop Shawn was using. Her operating system engaged and began pulling down updates and new programming sets. There was a lot to download, so much so that she would never see Miriam fully disassembled on the table, little more than a pile of parts. Or Katie dangling from the same arm Miriam was in, her torso ending just above the hips and leading into little more than a chaotic mess of cables and parts. Her legs and hips would be getting overhauled and examined closely to see what caused an orgasm feedback cycle.

She would, however, reactivate the next day, aware of what she was, what she was not, and filled with an excitement that she had never felt before. Lucy would also find that Miriam was not unchanged either. Shawn explained to her that something her or Katie had done had really messed up Miriam’s selfware programming. A fact that Shawn was quick to dismiss. She would still be the test bed for new programming, but as the weeks rolled past Lucy was happy to see the update process live.

Miriam had been offline and “missing” for a few days. The excuse, if anyone asked, was that she had come down with the flu. Katie fully bought that and carried on with her life as if nothing had changed, but Lucy, being the older sister, helped take care of her. She eventually recovered and carried on life like normal. She was motherly to the two girls and loving to Shawn, though Lucy did note that they started to “go to bed early” more often.

Lucy didn’t mind, she liked it in fact. Sometimes, when her parents went to bed early she would use some of the additional software Shawn had granted her to remotely connect to Miriam and watch. Occasionally she would interject some little tweak and watch how it shaped the evening. Regardless of what she did or did not do, Lucy always found herself gently touching herself, dwelling firmly on the fact that she was every bit as mechanical as her mother, and could have been used in exactly the same way.

Katie got a few updates as well. Shawn had decided that instead of trimming out the sexual encounters and spending the better part of a week reprogramming his youngest daughter, that it might just be easier to let it be. Katie and Lucy grew closer as their intimate interactions with one another grew and from that Katie genuinely showed growth. Miriam was often invited to participate in their flings, and sometimes she agreed, other times she rolled her eyes and commented about girls being girls.

==Part 2 - Intentional Love==

Shawn had to be a little careful when he came home with products from his job. Products might be a bit of a stretch on what he actually had. They were work, his work, partially at least. He did a fairly large amount of engineering and a little coding when the need arose. His specialty was design though. When asked what he did his usual response was some sort of cool reply about how the eggheads might get to design the parts, but he got to put it all together. Which was, for the most part, true.

In reality Shawn was a field test agent for LoveWorks. After the manufacturing and hardware team had made the circuitry and wiring, the coding team had assembled the programming, and the quality assurance team had broken everything, something like a final product started to come together. It wasn't a quick process, not by a long shot, and all of it culminated in a sort of back and forth, give and take.

The hardware team always wanted more physical space for the actual internal workings of a component. The argument was always that there needed to be airflow for cooling needs, future proofing the hardware to allow for expansions and upgrades, and there was always the assembly aspects. Space meant that their technicians would have an easier time getting any given component into, and then out of, an android. Why would anyone want to do that though? Well upgrade of course!

On the other hand, the software team was well aware that as time marched forward and technology progressed that hardware got smaller, more efficient, and more greedy for power. Along with that came the demand for good and efficient coding, but there was little that could be done when the goal was to write a program that imitated human behavior. Not just human behavior, but every little facet of humanity. Surely it wasn’t difficult to make an android that looked human, but acting human was a different challenge.

Big bulky blocks of code were written and those needed storage space and more powerful processors to parse. More temporary swap space to cache executables and the very latest hardware so they could write code that was backwards compatible. More hardware meant more programming which required more hardware. It was a vicious cycle, and eventually someone needed to strike a balance.

Once that balance had been struck through and the product was made, it was sent to QA for initial testing and troubleshooting. Once a new part or component passed those checks it would be time for Shawn and his team to step in. Clinical tests under a controlled environment were perfectly fine for proving that a part could work, but they would never show off how a part would work. That was where the field test team came in.

Shawn was the lead in one such field test team, and he was currently opening the door to his house, well, really it was LoveWork’s house, but that was semantics. He lived there with his company owned wife, and his company owned daughters. He was attempting to be quiet because in his hands was a LoveWorks branded box with a new component in it that was set to begin field testing.

LoveWorks, a company that specialized almost exclusively in high end “companionship” androids, had sent him home with something they hoped would further their little slice of the android marketshare. A new sexual module that would offer numerous benefits, not the least of which was increased efficiency, lowered power consumption through a new type of power regulator, while still offering all the comfort and pleasure of the previous model. Shawn had every intention of installing it in his wife, Miriam, tonight.

The only catch was that she didn’t know she was an android. Her programming was specifically crafted so that she wouldn’t notice some of the more obvious signs. A box branded with the name of a popular robot manufacturer, on the other hand, might tip her off that something was amiss, and the paperwork for getting an android's memories modified or outright wiped were tedious at best and maddening at worst.

“Hey dad!”

Katie’s voice, loud and curious, made Shawn jump. Worse, it made him drop the box he was carrying. He thanked his lucky stars that the branding on it fell face down on the floor, Katie wouldn’t be able to see it right away. He also wasn’t sure if she was aware of what LoveWorks was, or what they did. Best not to risk it though. Still for now he was safe.

“What’s this? Something for Mom?” She asked with a salacious tone in her voice and bent forward to pick it up.

“No!” Shawn’s knee jerk reactions weren’t exactly those of a smooth operator to say the least. What they were, however, were rooted in the technology in front of him. “Katie- admin override!”

Shawn had blurted her override without really thinking it through. His daughter had already acknowledged that she knew who he was and combined with the mere sound of his voice pattern, there would be more than enough biometric data to authenticate him as someone with the authority to command her around, if he wanted. So speaking a simple command like that was more than enough for her operating system to suspend the complicated array of software and technology that made her act human. The trouble was that now he had a choice to make.

He could submit the paperwork to wipe her memories, or at very least have them modified so that she would have no idea this particular encounter had happened. How far back would he need to trim it though? That was something the technical team would have to work out, but that absolutely hated working on anything that wasn’t hyper specific.

Option two, he did some form of maintenance on her and let her operating system do the work instead. As soon as he had overridden her a log was created and it would return her to this very spot as soon as there was a hardware change or a software update. Once she returned, all Shawn would have to do was play cool and pretend that the box had something in it that was a secret from Miriam…or something. That was future Shawn’s problem.

Unfortunately there were no software updates that he could force into her OS. There was, however, the new sexual module in the box.

Shawn sighed. Katie was as good a test platform as Miriam, better perhaps. Shawn was no fool and knew that his daughter, designed to look nineteen or twenty, was fairly sexually active. He had seen the log files, he knew what she got up to.

“Override acknowledged. Suspending biological mimicry functions. Suspending memory core, one moment.”

It would take a second or two for Katie’s robotic mind to dump everything into a saved state, allowing Shawn plenty of time to bend down and scoop up the box.

“Memory core dump complete. Save state registered.” She murmured and stood up straight, stiffly and distinctly inhuman.

“Lab. Prepare for vaginal ejection and replacement. Online conditions. Verbose.” Shawn said as he scooped up the box from the floor. Katie, unblinking, marched to the hidden laboratory where she had been a number of times before, but never remembered it.

Katie’s operating system was pretty good at modifying itself and the data it received to overlook certain things. It was too much data to simply overlook anything overtly robotic about her or her mother and sister, but it was enough to hide the door to Shawn’s in-home lab. By the time he got there and locked the door behind him Katie had already removed her jeans and panties, leaving them in a small pile at the foot of the stainless steel table she currently lay on. As Shawn arrived she was already spreading her legs and her operating system was pulling up the coded instructions on unlocking her vaginal assembly.

Shawn barely noticed the small whining that the internal ejection system made. He had heard it hundreds of times before and it was just background noise now. By the time he had set down the box, proudly proclaiming the contents as a “LoveWorks Gen 4 HyperSense Pro.” He had to snort at that when he heard the name. It was a marginal performance increase from the previous Gen-4 vaginal modules. HyperSense Pro seemed like a buzz word to say it would work a little faster in some ways.

Not that it mattered, he wasn’t here to critique naming conventions, he was here to install some hardware.

Shawn had snapped on a pair of gloves and was holding the new vaginal assembly. Long and slender and encased in a matte blackish grey casing. He knew inside of it was a long faux latex lined canal, perfect for, well for what sexbots were made for. Delicate wiring and circuitry would have studded that and at the end, a rubberized seal that would link into any LoveWorks brand android. There were plenty of other parts to it too, motors and controllers to operate it like a human woman’s vagina would, heaters and lubrication injectors too.

Shawn wriggled his fingers into the space between the lip of synthetic flesh that made up the upper portion of Katie’s ejected module and her body. He would never understand why they didn’t make these modules slide all the way to the end of their rails. He huffed once at that, and worked his fingers into place before gingerly wiggling the old module out of his daughter and setting it on top of the anti-static bag that her new module had been wrapped in.

Shawn looked down at the new piece, examined it for a moment and realized he had it upside down. Flipping it over allowed him to mount it on the rails and push inward. They had certainly improved the bearings and allowed it to slide in and out easier, that much was for certain. Once it was in far enough, the automated retraction took over. A new whine took over and gently pulled the device into place.

Soon old flesh met with the new and a whirring vacuum resounded deep inside of Katie’s body. It pulled the two parts of the skin together and sealed it tightly. Shawn spent that time tidying up a bit, closing up the box again as he would soon need it, and of course, taking a deep breath.

Testing was his favorite part of the process.

Katie’s legs were spread and she was muting small words about loading drivers and connecting the fluid reservoirs to her newly installed module. All standard things for a robot of her caliber to be espousing. Shawn, meanwhile, was undoing the buckle on his belt and kicking off his shoes. After all, the new module needed input in order to record data, and Shawn had plenty of input.

Katie might have said she was his daughter, and he would always proclaim her as his daughter, but in reality he knew what she was, and what she was not. She was a robot, more than that she was a specifically designed sexbot. A machine made for one thing. The human-like behavior and little tells that might convince someone that she was a person were just set dressing to what she really was.

She was so much smaller than Miriam as well. It was a fact that went unnoticed in the normal day to day, but laying here on a slab below him, he could see it much better. Her slender figure ending in lithe legs with nicely shaped thighs. The new sex module nestled comfortably between them. He was pleased to notice the gentle glisten on the pink folds already. Katie and her newly installed pussy knew what they were and they were ready.

She was ready and so was he. He scooted himself forward, nudging himself, and the tip of his already hardening manhood, against her. Then he was inside of her. He had to admit to himself that he wasn’t quite sure what to expect. The new “HyperSense” felt, to him at least, the same as the previous module. Though he knew it was less about feel and more about power consumption and available processing power and a lot of behind the scenes fixes.

Not that it didn’t feel incredible though. The way the walls hugged his cock, the sensation of feeling like she was almost squeezing and tugging him deeper inside of her. All of it was pretty classic quality from LoveWorks. When he pulled his hips back and slid out of her he would have expected her to moan, arch her back and heave a heavy sigh laced with desire. Katie, on the other hand, lay still, staring up at nothing at all.

“Male penetration detected. Loading sexual response catalog. One moment. Cached. Executing.”

Katie’s deadpan voice filled Shawn’s ears as he pumped inside of her. He had ordered a verbose response, and the technical side of his mind appreciated hearing what was running and loading as he thrust into his daughter. That same technical part of his mind also found the harsh contrast of a deeply intimate and human act like sex being boiled down to block of programming, loaded and unloaded and run like any other program, to be an immense turn on. Nerds were nerds it would seem.

None of that stopped him from having a grand time though. At some point while panting and feeling himself drawing closer to his own climax, his hand found its way to the lower hem of her shirt. Katie, with her personality fully suspended, made no move to stop or encourage him. He fumbled his way up to her bra. Once there it was a struggle to wiggle his fingers into place enough so that he could fully grope at her.

When his hand arrived her nipple was soft and unassuming, as if it hadn’t been expecting him. In no time at all though, it had puckered and pressed itself against the palm of his hand. He noticed it, but only barely, he was far too busy squeezing and massaging the silicone gel packed breast. That, along with the movement of his hips and the inevitable shockwaves that rippled through her body and jostled her, all culminated in a torrent of pleasurable sensations. All of which contributed to the climax that he was beginning to feel like he couldn’t put off any longer.

Another hard push forward and Shawn found himself buried deeply inside of her. From there he could only grab hold, firmly, on her one breast and thrust in and out in rapid succession.

“Partner orgasm imminent.” Katie intoned. “Adjusting vaginal canal temperature. Engaging fluid pumps. Awaiting partner response. Orgasm sequence cached. Ready.”

Shawn loved it all, hearing his little girl looking so perfectly human while sounding so unmistakably robotic was a clashing of information that tickled his brain and his cock in just the right way. Those rapid short thrusts didn’t take long to turn into a burning coal that settled just behind his crotch. The pressure coiled in place and then, all at once, Shawn couldn’t help but slam himself hard against his little girls and penetrate deep inside of her. Once there, he released everything he had been building towards.

Katie, for the first time in a while, was no longer acting robotic. She arched her back and cried out in raw ecstasy. Her hips rolled slightly as if begging for more, and her hands tangled into her hair, scrunching it up as her eyes slipped closed and her lips quivered.

Then, in an instant, it was over. Katie returned to a completely neutral position, her face turned to a ghost of the lustful look she had just worn and melted back into an expressionless mask. Her body wasn’t shaking, though Shawn noted that she was breathing in and out a little heavier. He could feel her chest rising and falling as his hand remained locked on her chest while he himself panted for fresh air. Within a matter of seconds though, Katie’s breathing decreased to nothing at all. Her processors already cooling from the sexual stimulus. She was once again looking at nothing at all, unblinking and unphased. She was, again, just a machine now.

A machine Shawn’s softening dick was still stuck inside. He pulled himself out and awkwardly clambered off of the table.

“Sexual intercourse complete.” Katie said.

Shawn nodded, feeling the waves of euphoria wash over his brain. He sucked in one last breath and let it seep out of his nostrils as he snatched up a roll of paper towels and pulled off a few sections to clean himself up. He pulled off another section and dabbed off Katie’s still wet outer lips. Shawn redressed himself and smoothed out some of the wrinkles in his clothes.

“Alright Katie. Log data from encounter and apply it to daily compression cycle.” Shawn commanded.

“Confirmed.” Katie replied.

“Good. Uh, resume human emulation at last known good configuration.”

“Confirmed. This state requires additional entities. Father and- small box.” She said as her operating system converted the raw data into spoken words.

“Oh, uh, yeah okay. Uh…” Shawn looked around for a box that would work as a stand in for the one he dropped. One that didn’t have company branding on it. Eventually he found one that would work and stuffed a few handfuls of wiring and tools into it. Future Shawn, now present Shawn, was ready to resume his entry back into the house.

With the box ready, Shawn was about to get Katie back into place when he felt and then heard the dull vibrations of his phone in his pocket. He looked up at Katie and issued a quick order for her to go into standby. An order she blankly confirmed and then laid down on the table again, though her eyes remained open, vapidly staring at nothing. Her processors dipping into a low power mode and her motor controls relaxing her into the table.

“Hello?” Shawn had only barely seen the contact, it was a company number so he felt perfectly fine simply answering it.

“Hey Shawn, how’s things?”

Shawn knew that voice, and for a moment it almost stopped his heart. Cool and feminine though perfectly confident. Friendly too, and that was all part of the problem with Anise Moreno. She was so friendly and approachable and also completely in charge of all of LoveWorks.

As CEO’s go she was unconventional for certain. She would be the first to tell anyone, from a new technician to a multi billion dollar investor, that she liked to get her hands dirty. She had, in many ways literally, built the company with her own hands, and she was not afraid to tell people as much. She wasn’t much for small talk though, or in some cases, manners. As Shawn stumbled for a moment and greeted her, he could hear her chewing on something on the other end of the phone.

“Mmm, sorry.” She said as she swallowed a mouthful of turkey and ham on wheat. “I just saw that we got a ping from the Gen-4 HyperSense Pro. Testing it out I see?” He could hear her winking through the phone somehow.

“Yeah, uh, just got home and installed it.” Shawn replied.

“Good. Keep it up, we’re gonna need a lot of data on that one before it goes to market.”

Another bite.

“Speaking of which. I don’t know if you saw the email from earlier today.”

Shawn blinked. “..No, I don’t think I did.”

“I didn’t think so.”

“Should I be worried?” Shawn asked, feeling his heart begin to flutter a bit again.

“No no, not at all. I just know that the operations team likes their paper trails. So, email and let it be. That kind of thing. That’s actually why I was calling you.” She took another bite of whatever she was eating, clearly stuffing it in one side of her mouth and continuing to talk. “It’s about your other daughter, Lucy. I was thinking that I’d like to deploy another unit to your neighbor's house and see if we can introduce the two of them. I’d like to see how two more mature interpersonal units interact with one another, you know, see if they can play off one another and all that jazz.”

“Oh! Sure, ah, I can pick one up from the office tomorrow and-”

“Already ahead of you. I had one shipped over to the other house on your cul-de-sac. It looks like it was delivered just before this call, so she just needs to be put together.”

“She?” Shawn asked. “You didn’t want to deploy one of the male units?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Anise chuckled at her joke. She was the only one. “Still, do you mind?”

Shawn appreciated the difference between a CEO ordering him what to do, barging into his field tests and telling him what to do, and what Anise was doing. Despite her authority, and her right to tell him to change things, he knew he had the freedom to tell her ‘no’. He had before and after some reasoning, she agreed. This time there was no real good reason to not go through with the test, particularly because of Lucy’s recent breakthrough.

She had, through some combination of discovery and programming combinations. She had asked to remain aware of what she was. She knew she was a robot, and likely that she was designed for companionship, and had actively chosen to remain aware of that. It was an incredible breakthrough and one that, apparently, Anise was keen to capitalize on.

“After dinner, at least.” Shawn replied and Anise chuckled in reply.

“Of course, of course. There’s no huge rush or anything. I know you’ve had a hard time of things, so maybe utilize that indoor spa, sauna, hot tub thing you have there.”

“It’s just an indoor jacuzzi room.” Shawn said dryly.

“Right! That. Relax a bit. There’s no need to be so serious all the time, you know.”

It was good advice, and something Shawn had heard before from multiple different people. He just wasn’t sure he could convince himself to actually do it. The in-home jacuzzi helped though.

Shawn hung up after a brief sign off and looked back to Katie. Still fully a robot, and unlike her older sister, unaware of what she was. She was still just a machine following commands and code and dutifully executing as her operating system saw fit. Maybe one day she would have her moment of revelation, Shawn would like that, but for today it would have to be a new sex module and nothing else.

Shawn picked up the box and placed a hand on Katie’s shoulder. The tactile feedback was enough to wake her. She opened her eyes and sat up, scooting off of the table and standing at perfect attention for her father.

“Alright, let's resume.” Shawn muttered

“Confirmed.”

Katie marched along and waited for Shawn to signal her that there was no conflict with other housemates. Really, Shawn was just peeking out of his office and making sure that Miriam and Lucy weren’t around. With the coast looking to be clear they walked back to the entry way and Shawn set the box down on the floor in front of the spot Katie had stopped. Shawn stepped back to, approximately, where he had been standing.

“Resume human emulation.” Shawn instructed, then waited.

“Oh Shi- er- shoot. Sorry dad!” Katie squeaked in a very human way. She stooped to pick up the box and handed it back to her father, a pink blush tinting her cheeks.

“It’s fine honey. It was just some stuff from work. Nothing breakable.” He chuckled and she just smiled, then rolled her eyes.

Shawn made a show of heading to his office so that Katie had every opportunity to see that she should wander off and resume whatever it was she had been doing. Once there, he set down the box and pulled out his phone to tap out a quick text to Miriam.

‘Sorry hon, work called me last minute. Just dropping something off at home. Be back later tonight.’

Mirima replied a short while later with a thumbs up and a heart emoji. A moment later it was the ok emoji, a pointing finger emoji, and a question mark emoji. Shawn had to smile at that, of course she wanted sex, and he would happily oblige. After work, of course.

Shawn had to walk for a minute or two before he came to the next house over. Their little slice of the test neighborhood was settled at the end of a cul-de-sac that was flanked by a large stretch of woods. A nature preserve in fact. The houses were spaced far enough apart that it still felt like a neighborhood without being encroaching. Shawn could stand in his backyard and look all around at nothing but nature and lawn, never seeing his neighbor’s house through the trees. Once out in the front yard though, it was easy enough to just make out the driveway about one hundred yards away.

The house had been empty until today. It was there as a show. The blinds were always closed, at night the lights would flip on based on the solar panels on the roof. A crew would come by on holidays and put up decorations and then tear them down when the season was over. Katie, Lucy, and Miriam were specifically programmed to overlook and ignore the fact that they had never met their neighbors, commenting that there were plenty of people who never met the folks around them.

Tonight, on the other hand, there was something in the house. A delivery crew had dropped off a number of heavily reinforced boxes filled with parts. Enough parts to assemble at least three LoveWorks companionship robots. Shawn stood in the family room looking over the crates and shook his head. Anise had said that he needed to assemble her, not that he should figure out her whole vibe.

But, work was work.

He settled down, crosslegged on the floor and got to work. The box containing the new unit's head was easy enough to identify, and not just because he was well versed in the call numbers on the barcode printed on the box. It was the only box there that was small enough to house just the cranium. Sure enough, inside was the vague shape of a human woman’s head.

It was only the shape though. The hair was missing, so too was the face, and most of the inside of the module was hollowed out. There was a clear section where her face could slide into place and studding the majority of the cavity were connection points. Small gold plated ports just waiting for some proprietary plug to click into it. Near the back of the empty cranium was an opening that looked like something would slide into it and then bend quickly down towards the neck.

Shawn was familiar with this configuration. LoveWorks was big on customizability and it was fully on display here. In one of the other boxes would be a face plate that contained a significant chuck of electronics behind the soft skin. Everything that was needed to emulate human expressions and process all of the complicated movements and little gestures. At the end of that face plate would be a latex esophagus analog that would fit nicely in place and connect to the rest of the body. It was just a matter of finding it.

It took a few tries before he found the box, and even before he had uncovered the face plates, he was beginning to see what was happening. This wasn’t necessarily a case of “go next door and assemble another robot.” If only it had been that. The few boxes he had rustled through so far contained a few varieties of parts. Three different styles of arms, half a dozen hair pieces, and a variety of styles of the same Gen-4 vaginal assembly that his whole family was utilizing. There was a box full of foot modules as well, different sizes and configurations.

Shawn realized that he was being asked not just to build a robot, but to build a robot for Lucy. He hadn’t even found the face plates yet and he was already beginning to stare off into the middle distance and contemplate.

What would Lucy want in a…

In a what? Was this just a platonic friendship thing? Or was Anise trying to…Anise was definitely trying to make this a relationship. Shawn shook his head in disbelief at himself. They manufactured companionship androids, of course there was going to be sex involved. That somehow made things easier and more challenging all at the same time.

What did Lucy like? What would be good for her? What would make for a good field test? Shawn had a lot of work to do it would seem.

The first step was to open everything and pull it all out, lay it out, and see what he was working with. As he did so he put together that they had sent him, essentially, enough parts for three whole androids. They were, however, the standard pre-built line. Meaning each was beautiful, but generic and honestly, not what Lucy would want.

Shawn surveyed the spread of parts and pieces, hoping to be inspired to start somewhere. He pictured Lucy in his head and tried to imagine what kind of girl would match well with her. Which was the first bit of inspiration he had that evening.

Maybe the kind of girl she needed for this test wasn’t one that would match well, but rather one that would be a good foil for her. The more he thought about it the more he sold himself on the idea, and the more he knew that Miriam was not going to be pleased. But that was part of a field test. There was no real world equivalent to everything going according to plan.

Shawn muttered little things to himself over the course of the next hour or so as he pulled parts and pieces together. Little hums and nods to himself splashed with the occasional “ohh yeah, that one.” as he gathered another module up and set it with a growing pile of pieces for his daughter's perfect girlfriend.

In the end he cobbled together a general look, nothing installed and built just yet though. Dirty blond hair, thick and choppy that would frame the face nicely without bothering to reach the shoulders. A fairly slender build, with a smaller but still cute chest. Stocky legs with slightly thicker thighs and slim arms. The gen-4 between her legs had a few options for pubic hair, and though it was his personal preference for a clean shave, he wondered if this particular robot would see that as too much conformity. After holding up a few different options, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. She remained clean and smooth with a patch of clean flesh pressed into place just above her sex.

Stepping back as the android lay on the ground, eyes open and deactivated Shawn muttered a simple “nice” to himself before pursing his lips. There was still something missing. He scrambled through the boxes again before finding a small bag of accessories. A few bangles and bracelets, fine, but he was looking for the standard LoveWorks piercing kit. He tossed aside the instruction pamphlet, he had done this plenty of times before, he knew what he was doing.

He lined up the small piercing gun with her earlobes and clicked some simple studs into place and found that they were almost immediately lost in the volumes of hair. Then he smirked to himself.

He settled down on the floor and leaned her inactive head on his lap and then maneuvered the piercing gun into her nose. He started with a single stud on a nostril. Looked her over for a moment then put another stud on the other nostril. Then he figured if he was going to do this he might as well go all out. He moved the gun around again and pierced her septum and hooked in a loop there. Finally her lip.

He was hoping to put another stud directly in the middle of her lower lip, but was having some trouble working with her head and the gun all at once. He assumed this process would be a lot easier if the person was awake and could move or hold their lip out or something. Still he moved and worked and just when he thought he had it right fired the gun again. Sadly the angle was off just a bit and the piercing went in and then up at an odd angle. He found that while he wanted to put it all the way through, he managed to get a hole through her actual lip and into the skin. Though as he cringed at his handiwork and put in a barbell, it didn’t look half bad. In fact it lent her a bit of a “I did this myself” look.

Shawn made a note to code that in when he was programming her. The perfect cover for his admittedly amateur piercing work.

Programming this girl was a little more complicated than simply picking parts that he or Lucy might find attractive and snapping them together. A personality was so much more than a collection of quirks and mannerisms wrapped up in a general attitude and world view.

There was a bit of short hand to it, but it still ended up being complicated. Shawn was well versed in how to both load and manipulate the code libraries that LoveWorks had supplied as part of the base code. Everything in place already would make her personable, and nice, and genuinely lovely to be around. All LoveWorks bots were programmed like that at their core. They were, after all, meant to integrate with people.

Looking at the little robot girl he had assembled though. With her nose rings and piercings and the general vibe of the look he had put together, sweet and personable weren’t going to be her strong suits. Shawn thought for a moment at that, maybe it could be. Maybe it just needed to be hidden behind some conditionals. No one likes to be sweet and squishy in front of the parents after all.

Shawn settled his laptop on the floor next to him and dug out a data cable. One end for his computer and the other he threaded through her hair towards the base of her neck. Once there he pinched the skin just enough to expose a port there. Then came the hardest part, orienting the other end of the cable and plugging it in, finding it was the wrong way, turning it over, and somehow finding that it was still incorrect. Eventually she was plugged into his computer.

Her eyes had been open while she was assembled and laying in his lap, once she was connected to his computer though they seemed to activate. So too did her OS. Her irises adjusted and focused, taking this moment to do some of the initial calibration and hardware detection. Her face seemed to relax just a little and a moment later she spoke flatly.

“DC Five Nine Zero online.” She muttered, her jam moving slightly and her lips appearing just a half second out of sync with her voice.

Shawn knew it would take a few more voice lines for her operating system to fully synchronize her facial motors, with her jaw movement and her vocal processors. Which was fine, there was plenty more vocalizing to do.

“External device detected. Connecting. One moment.” The delay was getting shorter and shorter. That was fine, She could speak all she wanted, Shawn had a few applications to start up on his laptop before he could even begin working on her code.

“Connected. Device ready.” She droned on. Her voice was in sync now, and Shawn’s computer was ready and his suite of tools loaded. Within a moment or two the operating system on the new robot had loaded and was ready for editing.

“Let’s see” Shawn muttered, “You look like…Ashley”

“Data stored” Ashley said as her operating system saved the name to an internal personal data card. The first of many edits.

It took some work, and debugging, and more than a few hours deep into the night. Miriam texted him more than a few times asking if he knew how long he would be, or sending him lewd pictures of herself. Shawn smiled at those and they only made him look at the twenty something girl lying in his lap with a cable plugged into the back of her head. She looked tough, but like this? She was putty in his hands. Rebellious and feisty putty.

Testing was interesting as well, there was a specific set of programmed scenarios that she would run and respond to. All those scores could be marked on a card and plotted out into something like a personality map. Those cards would generally be handed to the customer so they had some kind of idea about how their new robot would act. High on empathy and responsiveness gave you the kind of girl who would care for your every need and seek out new ways to engage with you.

Ashley, she ranked fairly low in almost every category. There were a few small peaks in most of them, low for any companion, but what she might have lacked in sweetness, she more than made up for in affection. She was off the charts there. Shawn had to smirk at that. He knew what kind of girl she would be and even though he knew she was about to make his acid reflux surge for a few weeks, he was happy with how she would turn out.

Of course, the first step was getting Lucy to like her, of course.

Shawn was storing his tool and closing his laptop before scooping up the somewhat frail looking girl in his arms and walking her to the bedroom that was laid out for her. It was barren at the moment, she wouldn't see it that way, of course. Shawn did wonder what kind of reasoning her artificial mind would cobble together to explain it to her. Or maybe there would be a delivery on her front door step in the morning from the delivery crew of everything that would reinforce her personality. That wasn’t Shawn’s job. His job was to assemble, program, and tidy up a new android. Which was, at the moment, done. He would spend another hour putting parts and pieces back in their boxes to help out the pickup crew in the morning. They worked hard enough and he could help make their lives a little easier. It was the least he could do.

He dragged himself out of the house and to the front doorstep. He glanced up the road towards his own home. He could have sworn it was only a few minutes walk from there to here, looking now though, it might as well have been a mile away. The moment he stopped working hard on a given task all the weight in the world fell on him and it soon became a struggle to simply walk. Oh to have a robotic mind and battery that would bid him move at the whims of a small bit of code. He sighed.

The three hours it took him to walk home, or at least what felt like three hours, gave him some time to think. He still had to figure out how to naturally introduce Lucy to Ashley. He almost wished for the days when he could spend the next hour on his computer writing some small scripts and just pushing it into her artificial mind the next morning. She would execute them and lo and behold, Lucy had a new friend from next door who wanted to spend all kinds of time with Lucy…alone…in her bedroom.

Shawn smiled at the mental image. He knew both girls' bodies well enough at this point to accurately imagine it. That would be filed away for later, he was sure, for now Lucy. God and Katie. He needed to check in with her and make sure that the new HyperSense Pro was working as expected. He had a brief mental image of her smoking and twitching on her bed with her fingers lodged deep inside of her new vaginal cavity. Then he imagined the amount of paperwork that would generate and he shuddered.

Shawn slipped into the house as quietly as possible and made his way to his bedroom. He knew that Miriam had heard, well, detected his entry into the house, and had activated a specific set of instructions to make her seem more human. He was sure she had been silent a moment before, likely fully charged and quietly waiting in a low power mode in their bed. Once he entered the house though, she would have started gently snoring, turning onto her side so that she was facing the door to their room. Likely she quietly pulled aside her sheer night gown and released one of her breasts to tempt him.

Any other night that temptation would have led to a late night hour of fun. Not tonight though. Shawn’s brain was full and his eyes were heavy. He barely kicked off his shoes and tumbled into bed before he was asleep. At some point Miriam gently covered him with the blanket from the bed, and unbeknownst to Shawn, kissed him tenderly on the forehead. She smiled and resumed her low power mode.

“Dad!” Katie’s voice pierced through whatever fog Shawn’s sleep had wrapped around him.

He jolted up with a snort and looked through bleary eyes that stung with the influx of sunlight. Katie stood in the doorway to his room, a tank top and shorts that were far too short to be called shorts. He wanted to ask what she needed, but his voice only made muttering noises. He was glad his brain had started enough to see her roll her eyes though.

“Dad. There’s a guy at the front door for you.”

That was strange. This was a test neighborhood. No one should just be here. He shoved himself out of bed and straightened himself up a little bit before walking down to the front door. At some point Katie floated past him on the way to start another fight with Lucy no doubt. Miriam was in the kitchen as evidenced by the subtle smell of cooking breakfast.

“Sorry, I had a rough-” Shawn stopped. The man at the door was professionally dressed and holding, of all things, Shawn’s case of tools. He had left it in Ashley’s house the night before. “Sorry about that.” Shawn muttered.

There was a knowing nod. Anyone on a pick up or delivery crew knew what the field teams went through. Something of an unspoken mutual respect for one another. He tipped his hat and strode away, somewhere in the distance their loading truck was backed into the driveway.

“Who was that?” Miriam’s voice drifted from the kitchen accompanied by the scent of butter, eggs, and frying ham.

Shawn closed the door, and as he did so his brain, at long last, kicked into gear.

“New neighbor’s moving in. They were just unloading some stuff and came by to say hello.”

“Oh that was nice of them.” Miriam said as she poked her head around the corner and Shawn smiled back at her.

“Yep, seems they have a daughter about Lucy’s age.” Shawn said as he stepped into the kitchen.

Katie was already at the table, fully functional, Shawn thanked his lucky stars. Lucy was there too, her eyes glued to her phone. Though at the mention of someone her age she looked up at Shawn and raised an eyebrow. Her and her father’s eyes met for a moment and Shawn wondered if a robot like her had the capacity for ‘knowing looks’ at one another.

While Lucy might have known she was a robot, and that her mother and sister were robots, the family at large was supposed to be perfectly human. Lucy and Shawn were the only ones who knew the truth. But that knowledge only extended to the family itself, nothing beyond the four walls of the house was truly known to Lucy. She knew that she was a test unit, and that they were a test family, but the fact that the entire neighborhood and beyond were little more than a test campus was an unknown to her. And she certainly didn’t know that Ashley was a robot either.

The stage was now set. The moment that he had mentioned the new neighbor’s the experiment had begun and all that was left was to see what happened, collect data, and report back to LoveWorks. Anise certainly would want to know how things progressed given Lucy’s recent bout of self discovery.

“Why don’t you go introduce yourself after breakfast Lucy.” Shawn said as he sat down at the table.

Lucy’s eyes seemed to flatten at that. Shawn could almost see her processors formulating a response in her head and he moved to cut them off before they could say anything against the suggestion.

“I think he said her name was Ashley.” Shawn commented, and Lucy just blinked at him before returning to her phone.

“Sure thing.” She said flatly.

Lucy wasn’t exactly sure what she felt, or was it processing? She was still getting used to the difference between ascribing human emotions and processes to a purely mechanical existence. She knew what she was. She was an android, not a human. But her mind, or programming, or whatever it was called, was full of human terminology. For which there was a poor correlation from one to the other.

For example, Lucy knew she didn’t have a brain in her head. She had wires and circuits and processors and stuff, and all of those parts allowed her to think. Then again, she also didn’t exactly ‘think’ in the traditional human sense. Her programming combined a lot of data into a set of commands that appeared in her operating system, much like a thought, but it wasn’t a thought. That was a human concept.

As she slowly strolled towards the new neighbor’s house she found herself processing something akin to thankfulness. Mostly for the lack of human emotion that she might trigger with her line of thinking. This sort of thing would have given any regular human girl an existential crisis. For Lucy, she knew it was just another data point for some nerd to analyze in a lab once her test schedule was done and she was disassembled. Another fact that she had accepted soon after her discovery.

That was one fact that she did grapple a little with. She liked being her, she liked walking around and, in moments of heated sensuality, liked fucking her mother and sister and Shawn. She did still think of him as a father, but only in a detached kind of way. It was a label she had in her database and saw little benefit in trying to change that. On a certain level it was all just programming, just movements and commands and vocalizations. It wasn’t actually sex, because she wasn’t actually a person.

Suddenly she was here. Ashley’s door seemed to loom up out of the ground and her house appeared from nothing. Lucy clearly hadn’t really been paying much attention to her stroll, but it was a little jarring to certain parts of her operating system. Her knuckles rapped against the door a few times and then she just waited. In that time she had a moment of contemplation. What was she supposed to say anyway?

The door opened on silent, well oiled hinges. The kind that saw so little use that there was no character to them. They were new, but Lucy paid little attention to that, she was, instead, confronted with the girl that she had to assume was Ashley.

Half lidded eyes looked out from under a voluminous mop of blond hair like the act of opening them all the way was either beneath her or at very least not worth the effort. Her hair looked freshly bleached, but clean and seemed to naturally settle around her shoulders at its extreme edges. Lucy’s eyes clicked in their sockets to her eyes, taking in the information and storing it then moving to the piercings. Full lips that any model might have been jealous of were studded with a vertical piercing. Her nose too glimmered with several silvery additions.

She was dressed as if she cared little for her own appearance. Her jeans were ripped, potentially on purpose, around her knees and thighs and sported a well worn and shredded cuff. A simple black tank top, and the straps of a bra just barely hidden behind it. She apparently put more work into her jewelry than her clothes judging by the amount of bangles, bracelets and neckwear she had.

“Uh- Hi. I’m Lucy. From next door.”

“Hey.”

Lucy hadn't really expected that. It was flat, not in a monotone kind of way but as if the amount of energy that went into speaking the word was a task in and of itself.

“I just wanted to come say hi. My dad said we were around the same age and stuff. So, maybe we could hang out or something.” Lucy offered.

“Sure.”

Then silence fell over them. Lucy didn’t have much else to say, and Ashley didn’t really give her a springboard to launch into a conversation. She did, however, take a moment to glance over Ashley’s shoulder to the mostly empty house beyond. They must still be in the process of moving and waiting on stuff to arrive. She also noticed that there were no cars in the driveway.

“Are your parents at work or do you, like, live here by yourself?” Lucy asked.

Ashley looked at her for a moment and tilted her head. The look she gave Lucy seemed to settle somewhere between confusion and apathy.

“Yeah. They’re at work.”

“Ah, ok.”

“Anyway, I gotta go. I’ll see you around.” Ashley said, her voice still uncaring and then Lucy found the door closing. Not in a swift, angry motion, just closed.

Lucy was left blinking for a moment on the doorstep and then turned back to her house. She walked in the front door and then settled back down at the kitchen table.

“I don’t think Ashley liked me very much.” Lucy said with a dry amount of concern. Shawn raised an eyebrow and looked at his daughter.

He had specifically programmed Ashley to latch onto Lucy. He had included a bit of subtlety to it since the last thing he wanted was for her infatuation to clash with her personality. Maybe those values needed to be adjusted.

“Probably because you’re an insufferable snob.” Katie commented.

Lucy looked at her and wished she was at her computer at the moment. How she wanted to remote into Katie’s operating system and make her apologize right then and there. Something else snapped in Lucy’s OS as well. She wanted Katie to apologize and then lift her shirt up, bring herself over and drop to her knees and-

“Katie!”

Miriam’s voice shattered the air to the point that even Katie knew she had gone too far. Nothing else needed to be said for Katie’s robotic mind to know what needed to happen next. Part of that was good social programming, and part of it was pattern recognition at its very best. This was not the first time Katie had heard her name spoken in that tone.

“Sorry.” She muttered.

Lucy made a show of huffing once and murmuring something to placate the situation. She said it was fine, but the half-hearted apology wasn’t going to change her plans. She would still make sure Katie apologized correctly, and made it up to her.

Lucy retreated to her bedroom shortly after the dishes were cleared and was already tapping away on her laptop. She had been fortunate enough that her father helped her install a management suite on her computer. She could check in on her own systems and remote into her own operating system to poke around. She was locked out of anything that might allow her to really modify her programming or do any real harm. What she hadn’t been locked out of was the remote controls, and since they were there she had access to both her mother and sister. She had made a vow to no one but herself to use her powers for good, unless using them for evil resulted in something awesome.

Like making Katie beg for forgiveness before eating her out. She connected to Katie, like she had done a number of times before, though this time she was met with a new alert. New hardware had been installed.

Lucy felt a bit indignant at reading about her new sex module. That moved into a small pout. She had really hoped that her father would have given it to her, what with her knowing she was a robot and everything. It would have been really easy, she would have gladly gone to his lab. Stripped down. Spread her legs.

The sound of the family doorbell ringing brought her back to reality and her ears perked up. She darted over to her window and pulled it open, hoping to see if she could catch a glimpse of whoever it was. She didn’t have to wait long though. Her father’s voice rang through the house.

“Lucy! You have a guest!”

Lucy wasn’t waiting for anyone. She was just reaching for the handle on the door when there was a firm one-two knock on her door. Pulling open her door revealed Ashley. Her hands shoved deep in the pockets of her ripped jeans and her eyes still only half open.

“Hey.” She said, her voice sounded like she had just finished gargling a fistful of gravel. Ashley cleared her throat and nodded before trying again. “Hey.”

“Uh, hey. Come in?” Lucy stepped aside and Ashley walked into Lucy’s space.

Lucy looked at the door and wondered if she should leave it open or not. There was something different about Ashley now, she looked and acted a bit more like a scared animal than the overly confident and disinterested girl she met earlier today. Even as Ashley looked around the room, taking in the posters, the bed and the laptop.

Shit, the laptop, she had left the remote software open!

She abandoned the door and strolled, as casually as possible, into her own room and closed the lid on her laptop, hoping that Ashley hadn’t seen anything incriminating. Presently Ashley was dropping onto Lucy’s bed. Sitting at first then leaning back.

“Nice little place you got here.” Ashley commented at last. It was the first time that Lucy had heard anything like interest in her voice.

“Yeah. My dad works for some tech company and we relocated here.”

“Nice.” Ashley replied. “So, what’s there to do around here?”

That was a good question and one that Lucy had precious little answers for. In reality, there wasn’t much to do in Holly Hills. The little suburb was tucked so far out of the way in the Colorado city limits that anything of actual interest required a car and at least an hour of driving. She pulled up her desk chair and settled in before replying, trying to match a small amount of Ashley’s uninterested demeanor.

“Not much really. I mostly just sit around here. Do homework and stuff.”

“Fun.”

There was that silence again. Though this time it really only lasted for long enough for Lucy to recognize it before she tried to fill it.

“Yeah, super boring. Honestly you moving in was the most exciting thing that's happened in like…ever.”

“Wow, this place really is lame.” Ashley huffed.

“You dating anyone?”

Lucy blinked at that and her software couldn’t help but summon a laughter audio file. She giggled and shook her head.

“Around here? Heck no. I- I haven’t ever dated anyone or anything like that.”

Lucy assured herself that it was a technical truth. She hadn’t ever been in an official relationship. Now, many of the benefits of those relationships were another topic altogether. She was well versed in many of the more physical aspects. Hearing this, though, Ashley jolted up in bed. It was the most life Lucy could have ever imagined out of her.

“Wait, never? Like, you’ve never had a boyfriend?”

Lucy shook her head.

“Girlfriend?” There was mischief in the way Ashley said that.

“Nope.”

“Unbelievable.”

Lucy and Ashley fell into a much more easy cadence of conversation after that. Lucy found it easier and easier to talk with Ashley after the proverbial ice was broken. She managed to glean that Ashley had been dating someone before moving out here. It was too far away to keep up a relationship so they broke it off mutually. Ashley was a little more brazen in her retelling of their relationship than Lucy would have been. In fact Lucy found herself blushing at all the description of how her previous boyfriend used to bend her over her desk and rail her mercilessly. Even more so that Ashley seemed to prefer that kind of treatment.

Ashley, seemingly unaware that it was a little uncouth to ask those kinds of questions to someone they just met, asked Lucy “how she liked it” and was only met with a stammering response.

“What? Wait…are you still a virgin?” Ashley asked.

“What, I- No, I know what I’m doing but. I don’t know that I have a way I like things or..or whatever.”

In reality, Lucy’s operating system was struggling with a number of conflicting messages. She definitely knew how she liked her sex. There was an entire database of sexual programming at her beck and call. She had used a significant amount of those commands and sequences in fact. The first conflict was that she had used them on members of the household and her social programming was well versed enough to know that saying as much was more than a little taboo. She had a justification for it, they were robots, so was she, so it was okay.

That was the second conflict. She couldn’t tell Ashley what she was, she wasn’t allowed to let that information out. Shawn had told her that there was a pretty significant amount of reprogramming and updates that he had to install when she discovered what she was. It wasn’t something as easy as just knowing you were an android and having the world unlocked for you. She was just as much a servant to her programming as before, she just had some additional information now.

Which meant that her secret needed to remain a secret to everyone but those who were already in the know. Shawn and her could confide in one another, and commonly did in those times when there were updates to apply or the weekly combined data dump, but she needed to be careful to disable Katie or Miriam’s awareness protocols whenever she used them. A process she had become very accustomed to, but she could never tell Ashley.

Ashley snorted at Lucy’s non-answer. She slipped off of the chair and almost loomed over her.

“I’m not sure I believe you, but maybe some day you can prove me wrong. Gotta go. See you later.”

And just like that Ashley was gone. She saw herself out, leaving Lucy stammering in her room. Blinking and looking at the door then back to the bed where Ashley had just been sitting moments before. The front door closed and just like that Lucy was alone again. Her computerized mind spinning and struggling with what it should do next. She had done a cursory pull of her sexual preferences, and in doing so had activated a number of her sexual programming sets.

There was a lot of socializing too, and relationship data too. All of it floated around in the processor core inside of her. All the data crashed and collided with one another. Her operating system kept it in line, but there was an unmistakable amount of combinations that resulted from it. Her social programming was looking analytically at what had just happened. Ashley wasn’t exactly the best conversationalist, but there was something there. She came over to spend time with Lucy. They had talked and shared and in all honesty, Ashley had opened up to Lucy.

On the other hand the sheer volume and openness that Ashley had talked about her sexual escapades warranted some analysis as well. Lucy’s software wasn’t fully convinced that she had been honest or if she was simply being extreme for the sake of making herself more appealing or enticing. It was hard to know without more data.

More data was the final conclusion that her operating system had settled on. She needed to see Ashley some more. She needed to talk to her and see what else she had to offer. She smirked to herself. Having a robotic mind that captured everything that was experienced in perfect clarity would make it more difficult for someone to be inconsistent around her. She would surely suss out what Ashley was up to, and who the real girl was below all the piercings and lewd talk.

Ashley’s walk home could be called a lot of things, but lazy was about the most accurate. She walked along, dragging her heels and letting her arms remain in her pockets, shoulders hunched and her eyes dipping down into that half annoyed, half bored look.

She had honestly enjoyed her time with Lucy and if she was being honest with herself, she was actually really attracted to her. She couldn’t exactly explain it, not that she needed to, but there was just something about her. Lucy was sweet and kind and kind of adorable in the way she just didn’t want to open up. It was enough to bring a small smile to Ashley’s lips. If Lucy was around, then maybe there was some hope for her. She hated having to move here, she didn’t like that her parents uprooted her from her previous life. She hated that she had to break up with-

She crossed the threshold into her house. Her mind emptied. There were no parents, there was no previous boyfriend, there was no life before she was assembled the night before. She was a robot and nothing else. All of her life was saved into a monolithic save state that was now sitting in cold storage inside the storage media in her chest.

Ashley was fully unaware of what she was. As she walked smoothly to her room and lay down on her bed, her processors were busy crafting a whole day of activities and playing them out for her higher level AI. If anyone asked, she would be ready with an answer as to what happened when she got home. What she had for dinner. When she went to bed and what she did while she lay naked under her sheets. She lay still until the processing finished then deftly picked up her charging cable and slipped it into her charging port.

Days slipped by. Ashley began spending more time with Lucy, showing up at strange hours. Sometimes for breakfast, sometimes just before Shawn and Miriam were turning in for the night. Miriam was the first to express some kind of concern, and only privately to Shawn. She had seen some changes in Lucy, small things for now, but like any good mother she saw them as signs of a larger change.

Shawn was snuggled comfortably under the blankets and Miriam had curled up next to him, her arm draped over his body. She was still running her human emulation, he could tell, judging by the rise and fall of her chest and the way she fidgeted against him. He always found that a little endearing. He knew she was a robot but feeling her trying to pretend to be like him was, in a word, cute.

“I don’t know honey.” She was whispering. “It feels like Lucy is in a little over her head.”

“I don’t think so. I mean, Lucy’s a big girl, she can make choices on her own, good or bad.”

“Sure, of course, but…I just worry.”

Shawn took a moment to disengage from her and flip over so that he could face the robotic woman. Usually a little push back or reassurance from him went a long way with Miriam, it was in her programming, so for her to continue to push her point meant that there must be some kind of weight behind it.

“What’s so concerning?”

“I don’t know that I’m necessarily concerned, just, Lucy’s been spending a lot of time with Ashley over here. She’s gotten a little more, what’s the right word…snappy. She sounds a little more like Katie these days with her sarcasm and single word replies.”

Shawn leaned in and kissed her on the nose, to which she smiled and wrinkled it. “I think that’s just regular old post-teen angst.”

“I guess.” Miriam sighed.

“We’ll keep an eye on it, and if it keeps up or something really dangerous or bad happens, then we’ll reevaluate it.”

Miriam pursed her lips at that. Her face definitely looked like she didn’t wholly like that solution, but it was a solution, even if it was just kicking the problem up the road a bit and hoping for the best.

“Alright.” She said at last with another sigh.

Shawn wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. He held her there for a few moments before gently squeezing her and releasing her, though never removing his arm from around her body. It helped that he knew for a fact that those exact movements were a programming trigger that would load and execute an array of comfort inside of her. He had modified her programming that way intentionally. It’s what he would have done to comfort a real, flesh and blood woman who was upset.

Shawn held her there until he slowly drifted off into sleep. Gently snoring even as Miriam’s eyes opened and she rolled over to lay on her back. Her mind empty and her humanity gone. She plugged herself into power and remained there until morning. The home wifi pumping the weekly updates and patches into her operating system in a slow steady trickle.

Ashley’s knocks had been becoming quieter and quieter as the weeks slipped past. She knew, on some level, the disdain that Lucy’s parents had for her. Or perhaps she just assumed the disdain. In general she felt like everyone hated her for some reason or another. Her looks, her lazy drawl, or just the way she carried herself.

Not that it mattered, a simple ‘whatever’ dismissed those feelings. If she had feelings, that is. Her computerized mind was really just cataloging inputs and then running them through an array of social filters and matching the tagged data against a database of interactions and formulating a response. All of which was heavily weighted with ennui.

Not Lucy though.

Lucy had treated her like an equal. She was just Ashley, maybe a little weird, but fine. All Ashley had been programmed to crave was that feeling. Junctioned to her elevated sense of affection towards Lucy, Ashley found herself falling for Lucy long before Lucy reciprocated. In the end though, Lucy had to admit that she did like her time with Ashley. She knew it wasn’t any kind of feeling of love, that was impossible, but she at least looked at her own data analytics. She saw, clear as crystal, the numbers.

She also saw the emotional response calculator and the results that it generated. None of them were labeled ‘you’re in love’ or ‘date her.’ They were far more technical and Lucy had to roll her eyes at them. She knew her own father likely had some hand in the titles. Things like ‘Elevated levels of platonic pleasure cresting into affection.’ She rolled her eyes at the report title as she pulled the data out of her own operating system for viewing.

She was topless at the moment, and physically connected to her computer via a port just below her artificial ribcage. The nightly data dump usually took place over the wireless while she was “asleep” but tonight, she had plans. She wouldn’t be going to bed when her programmed alert told her to. She was expecting someone.

That soft knock on her door made her jump a little. She had intentionally left the front door unlocked so that Ashley could slip in but she absolutely insisted that she knock before coming into Lucy’s room. For this very reason.

Lucy yanked the cable out of her body and bid the small panel opening to close. The half second of processing and execution felt like an eternity, but it was closed, she looked human again. She scooped up a shirt and for a brief moment her processors struggled to decide which was more important. Getting Ashley out of the hallway and out of sight, or getting herself dressed. In the end, she used one hand to drape her shirt over her chest and gently pulled the door open, hiding herself, somewhat, behind it.

Ashley scuttled in and the door was closed, quietly. She turned and smirked at the sight of Lucy wearing pajama bottoms, no top, and feebly trying to cover herself with her shirt.

“Lookin’ good.” Ashley drawled, earning her a sour look from Lucy.

“Just turn around so I can make myself decent.”

With a shrug, Ashley asked “why?”

“Because I don’t want you to see my..to see me.”

“No, why be decent?”

There was a pause. Both from Lucy and Ashley as she waited for an answer. It was clearly not rhetorical. Nothing in her tone made it sound like she was being coy or anything less than perfectly honest. She herself had shown up to Lucy’s house in booty shorts and a tank top that clearly showed a lack of a bra underneath. Lucy’s own social programming and vast database of recorded data told her that this was the first time Ashley had shown up to her house like this. It was also her idea to meet this late at night. And there was just something about the tone of her voice that spoke of something else.

Lucy raised an eyebrow and kept her eyes on Ashley, her friend still hadn’t turned around, and instead had folded her arms across her chest. She smirked too and Lucy tracked her eyes as they slowly began to glide over Lucy’s half naked form.

“What are you looking at?” Lucy said with all the indignity that she could muster, despite the spreading blush.

Ashley let her tongue glide out and over her lips, taking an extra moment to move it around the ball end of the piercing on her lower lip. As she did, she took a small step forward and into Lucy’s space. Her wicked smile only grew as Lucy made no real effort to get out of the way or back off. Even when Ashley’s arms rose and took hold of Lucy’s shirt. When she gently tugged it away, Lucy put up no measurable resistance to it. Then it was tossed aside.

Lucy was a little dysregulated by the feeling of metal pressing into her own lips, but the fact that it was brought there by Ashley’s kiss made the small discomfort trivial. Lucy was almost surprised at how quickly she settled down into a familiar routine. This was nothing new to her after all. Katie and Miriam had both provided her with gloriously sapphic kisses many times before. This was new however. Her mother and sister were robots who were specifically commanded to pleasure Lucy, Ashley was not. Ashley was something real and this was what she had wanted, and Lucy was glad to be along for that ride.

Blissfully unaware of Ashley’s true nature, Lucy found herself pressed up against the wall next to her door. Ashley had pinned her there with a strong hand on her shoulder while the other aggressively went after Lucy’s exposed chest. Lucy sighed in delight as Ashley nibbled on her lower lip. She then became painfully aware of how close they were to the hall, the door, and the rest of the family. Not to mention that she was painfully aware, in a real decibel rating, how loud she was.

She leaned into a kiss again and this time pushed against Ashley enough to allow her space to pivot around the girl and start walking backwards. Like an animal tethered to Lucy, Ashley followed along, doing her best to keep their lips and now their tongues connected. With a bit of fumbling Lucy guided the pair to her bed, where she realized she would be collapsing onto her back and dragging Ashley on top of her.

Neither one seemed to mind that particular configuration.

Ashley continued to grope and paw at Lucy’s chest and in return Lucy moved her hands to Ashley’s shorts. A button and a zipper were easy work for her processor driven hands to undo and within a matter of moments Ashley’s shorts were gliding around her smooth rear end and down her legs. Ashley took a bit of extra time to help Lucy slide them around her knees and towards her ankles where Ashley was happy to kick them off.

It was Lucy’s turn to press her advantage now. She moved her arms around Ashley and pulled her down onto herself. She could feel Ashley’s skin brush against her own exposed belly, and now tightly wrapped, Lucy rolled over. The pair had been barely on the edge of her bed before, but now they managed to find themselves rolling across it and onto the opposite side, though now it was Lucy who was on top.

Ashley could only squeak slightly as Lucy kissed her and then began moving downwards. A hot trail of kisses left by Lucy’s artificial lips tracked across Ashley’s neck and collar. The blond girl attempted to predict the movement and began fumbling with her shirt to expose more skin, more places to be kissed, but Lucy was already moving. A single hand left on one of Ashley’s breasts pinched at a nipple for a brief moment, but then it was gone. Lucy’s hands were spreading her friend’s legs, not that she could wait, she was already diving into Ashley’s waiting clit.

The moan that Ashley made was more than enough to draw Lucy’s attention and fully stop eating out her lover. She pushed up against Ashley’s body and gave a faux scowl to her before pressing a finger to her lips. Lucy wasn’t entirely confident that would be enough to really shush her, but she had to try.

What it did accomplish was providing Ashley with an opportunity to fully remove her top and playfully toss it on Lucy’s head. With her own lover temporarily blinded she nudged herself out of the way and grabbed Lucy. She pulled the slender frame of the darker haired girl up and onto her once more.

“I don’t recall telling you to stop kissing me.” Ashley chided and then resumed her kissing.

Had Ashley actually been a human she might have tasted a hint of her own juices on Lucy’s tongue. As it was she was vaguely aware of the additional moisture there, but she was far more aware that the flavor would, theoretically, be present. So she moaned eagerly into Lucy’s mouth. Her tongue slipping in and exploring the corners of Lucy’s mouth. Grumbling in sexual pleasure all the while.

“I can’t be the only one who enjoys a little taste of myself.” Ashley said after breaking the kiss. ‘Unless you’ve never actually tried, that is.”

Lucy wasn’t entirely sure if it was a challenge or a legitimate question. She actually hadn’t ever tasted anything at all, she wasn’t equipped for that kind of analytical configuration. She also had never really tried, she had no need to. She rarely masturbated, why would she? She had two sensual robots in the house that she could summon with ease to pleasure her. But now, with Ashley here, a woman that Lucy assumed to be human, she was compelled by her software to both reciprocate and cover her own lack of experience.

Before she could really formulate a plan of action or concoct a good enough lie, Ashley’s hand had slipped through the elastic waistband on her pajama bottoms and was already toying with her slit. That was more than enough to slam Lucy’s programming fully into overdrive. She gasped, a human emulation tactic employed by her operating system to give her processors an extra moment to switch proverbial gears and execute a new programming set.

The lubrication inside of her artificial pussy began to flow generously. Her outer lips were slick within a moment and Ashley found it easy to penetrate deep inside of her. The only limiting factor was the elastic band on her pants limited the amount of leverage Ashley could reasonably have. Lucy’s solution for this was to thrust her hips forward, shoving Ashley’s now two fingers, deeper inside of her while her own hands worked to wiggle out of her bottoms.

It was an awkward moment or two before she was free, but Ashley dutifully stayed inside of her and once she was fully naked, Lucy slipped nicely into grinding her hips against Ashley’s fingers. That is until she extracted them, earning a whine from Lucy. That same whine was cut very short as Ashley took the opportunity to cram her slick, lubricant covered fingers into Lucy’s own mouth.

“See? Delicious.” Ashley purred, deep and dangerous.

At this point Lucy was far too deep into running her own sexual programming to put up any kind of complaint. She sucked on Ashley’s two fingers and moaned softly.

From there, both naked robots tumbled into bed. Ashley insisted that Lucy lie on the bed, an order which she gleefully complied with. Ashley mounted her, though she oriented her own wet sex over Lucy’s mouth. She wasted no time in lowering herself to Lucy’s own slit and got to work on it.

Lucy was grateful that the presence of flesh in her mouth muffled the noises she made, though she did process an ongoing sense of panic that any moment her parents, or Katie, might pound on her door and demand to know what was going on in there. She wished she had been granted some of those permissions to modify her own operation. Lowering the volume output on the speaker assembly in her throat would have come in very handy at the moment.

Still the juices flowed from Ashley’s dripping wet sex and into her mouth, eagerly taken into the storage container somewhere inside of Lucy’s torso. She moved her hands to Ashley’s legs, gently gliding them up and down her calves in a somewhat self soothing motion. It wasn’t until Ashley moved her legs to reposition herself to dive deeper into Lucy’s pussy that Lucy’s own hand accidentally graced the soles of her lover's feet.

All at once Lucy felt Ashley jolt up on her. Her whole body seemed to morph into this different thing. She was giggling and looking over her shoulder at Lucy with an expression that seemed to scream ‘don’t you dare do that again!’

Lucy’s own smile informed Ashley how doomed she was.

With a merciless kind of aggression, Lucy tickled Ashley’s feet with reckless abandon. The usually subdued and unfazed Ashley seemed to leap to life. She struggled to contain a burst of laughter by covering her mouth. Lucy catches only a brief glance of the smile she has, it’s beautiful. Below all the angst and rebellion, Ashley looks to be so vibrant and alive, everything that she covers with a mask of disinterest.

Lucy had been taught to stop this kind of thing once the point had been made. She had had her fun and now it was time to stop. But there was something else there now. Something that told her that she should just keep going. To push the envelope. To break the rules and just act. She wasn’t entirely sure if it was this whole spark of life or breakthrough that her father was always talking about in regards to her awakening, or what, but she liked it. So her fingers danced across Ashley’s feet again.

“No! Stop!” Ashley whined, half whispering, half speaking as softly as possible.

Ashley was rolling off of Lucy now and giggling quietly as her lover mercilessly kept up her antics. It lasted for another minute or so before Lucy got a new idea. She stopped tickling her feet and instead moved her foot up to her own cheek. Ashley was panting now, trying to catch her breath but also biting into her lower lip, her eyes once again half lidded, but now it was more lustful than apathetic.

Lucy wasn’t entirely sure what had come over her. She knew that this was not normal behavior for her, even in the throes of sexual desire. This was all new territory, but with Ashley it just seemed like the right thing to do. She was trying to match her lover's energy with her own, and in return she found herself enjoying it far more than she expected. There was only a brief moment where she wondered if her dad would see the log files and ask her what had happened. Then again, it had been a while since Shawn had really gotten into the nitty gritty of her programming and data dumps.

She sucked gently on Ashley’s big toe, letting her tongue swirl and toy with it for a moment or two before she leaned forward a bit. Her hand was already caressing Ashley’s soaked mound and then slipped two fingers inside of her.

Ashley slapped both her hands over her mouth, as if that would contain the sounds she made. Her back arched which only forced Lucy’s fingers deeper inside of her and caused her toes to flex. Lucy let them pop out of her mouth before cooing softly and letting them be. She leaned forward and pressed in harder, driving her fingers deeper into Ashley. She pulled them out, gently before sliding them back in, deeper and deeper with each and every cycle. Eventually her mouth was in place and she began to lap at her new neighbor’s swelling clit.

Lucy didn’t so much lose track of time, in fact she was well aware, down to the second, how long Ashley’s orgasm took. Her operating system just logged in and didn’t display it as a datapoint in her own heads up display. That was far too cluttered with monitoring information about her own chassis. Monitoring her internal temperature helped her know how to act next. When to push harder and when to back off and take a breath. Her own rising arousal levels triggered new programming blocks to load into cache and she wanted to make sure that she didn’t become too cluttered with pending processes.

All in all, it was nearly another fifteen minutes before Ashley arched her back again and let out a hushed, strangled cry. She collapsed back into Lucy’s bed, panting and gently moaning as she sucked in deep gulps of breath. Her own programming was a flurried mess of new information. Despite all of Ashley’s big talk of being kinky and promiscuous, this was the first time she had had sex of any kind with anyone. As far as she was concerned, Lucy was just another human girl who had just made her cum. Another in a long line of previous partners. Her actual database entry begged to differ.

But the night wasn’t done. Not for Ashley at least. She had a moment of raw ecstasy, but her programming simply wouldn’t allow her to leave Lucy unsatisfied. Lucy was already sitting back on her haunches, smiling and licking at her lips. That was what her programming told her a girl did once she was done eating out a friend.

Ashley advanced on her, coming up to kiss her again and then quickly moved to nibble at her ear. She kissed and suckled for a moment before whispering.

“Your turn”

Lucy found herself tossed down onto the bed. Her face met the plush blankets and found that her rear end remained elevated as her knees met the soft mattress. In an instant Ashley was there. Lucy felt her tongue gliding expertly into her wet folds. She couldn’t help but shudder as her sexual protocols once again loaded, though this time she had less to worry about. Her partner had already reached climax and so she had little concerns about reciprocating. She was also a little less worried about the noise. Her face was down on the blankets and her moans were swallowed.

Ashley lapped and kissed and teased her pussy with eagerness and an equal measure of pleasure. For every lewd moan Lucy put into her blankets, Ashley mewled in return. Soon, Lucy felt the wetness in between her legs dribbling down the inside of her thighs and stretching towards her knees. The last thing she wanted was to do laundry tonight, so she exercised the small amount of control she had over her own operation.

She wasn’t able to modify things like programming sets or personality behavior tables, but what she could do was peek into what was pending in her processors. A queue at the center of her operating system that could then be handed out to the rest of her body’s subsystems for actual processing and execution. Of course her own orgasm was there, just making its way up to the front of the list where it would eventually be executed. With a small command she had tinkered and tried once or twice before she marked it as a higher priority. Not tossing it to the very front, just lending more weight to it.

Minutes passed, Lucy moaned and squirmed under Ashley’s tongue, and in due time her own climax loaded itself. She felt more than comfortable to fully unleash a long, deep and husky cry into her bed. The sound was muffled, though there was still a bit of noise to it, certainly enough for Ashley to hear it clearly over the sound of her licking gleefully at Lucy’s wet slit.

Then it was over. Lucy collapsed into a small, quivering mass of wires and electronics. She was breathing hard, a demand from her processor core for more fresh air had demanded that. She lay there for a moment or two longer before she looked up at Ashley. The smug smile below those uncaring eyes was a delight.

Lucy realized she was going to like dating Ashley.

Ashley and Lucy relaxed into one another's arms for a while. Once the night grew on, Ashley murmured that she needed to get back home and get some rest. In reality her heads up display had alerted her that her power cells had just dipped down below twenty percent. Lucy put on a reluctant voice, but her own internals were dragging a bit as well. So with one final ten minute long make out session, the girls parted ways. Silent as the darkness outside.

While Ashley made it home safely and mechanically plugged herself in for a recharge, Lucy lay on her bed and remained active. She didn’t exactly need sleep, but she needed to recharge. After plugging herself in, she let her operating system wander off and process what the last few weeks had been like.

She had met Ashley, originally been a bit put off by her and eventually found herself falling into the girl's arms. She was well aware of what she was as well. As an android she was wholly incapable of ‘love’ as a concept, she knew that. She also knew how to look at the metadata tags on her database entries and there was no shortage of affectionate and passionate data attached to every mention of Ashley. If Lucy was a human, she would most definitely be catching feelings for this girl. In a moment of profound self reflection she also found herself wondering if Ashley was feeling the same thing.

Was Ashley at home feeling the flutter of butterflies in her belly? Was she dreaming of Lucy as well?

Would she be upset if she found out that Lucy was an android?

Lucy found herself glad, once again, that she could simply truncate emotional process strings. The last thing she needed at the moment was to feel a growing sense of dread about her budding romance with the neighbor girl. Still, there was a question about how to approach that particular subject. Would she ever actually reveal it, or would it be some secret she kept until it was inevitably revealed though some accident? Ashley would age, Lucy would not. Even if she asked her father to continually build more and more bodies and faces that looked as if she was aging, she also knew that she was only an experimental unit. She would one day simply disappear into a lab to be deconstructed and refurbished.

Maybe that was her solution. Maybe she should just have as much fun as she could here and now and not let the future bother her. If nothing else, the sex was amazing and she could focus on that.

Unbeknownst to Lucy, there were other processes that were bubbling in her programming. Things she had no reason to look into. Surface level data was easy to look at, but the deeper programming sets were so trivial to her operation that there was no real need to investigate them. She knew how to see metadata tags about what her OS thought about her girlfriend, but no idea how to see the complicated calculations that ran in the background that changed who she was and how she acted and reacted.

The aforementioned sex was one of those calculations. She was, after all, an experimental companion unit. Sex was, for lack of a better term, in her DNA. She was made for it and experiencing something new and exciting that triggered so much attention from her software was bound to change things. Ashley's wild and experimental style of lovemaking had done exactly that. A small seed had been planted in fertile soil, and Lucy’s operating system was more than happy to cultivate it.

Ashley’s late night visits to Lucy’s room became more frequent, and their encounters far more wild. Sometimes it would be Ashley initiating something, other times it was Lucy. As the days passed though, Lucy found it more and more common for her to be the one to grab Ashley and throw her onto the bed, lavishing her with kisses that inevitably turned to sex. Moreover, she found it far easier and even desirable to get more extreme with their encounters. Lucy spent more time on top of Ashley, holding her down by her throat and kissing her with wild abandon.

Along with a more wild attitude in the bedroom, her attitude with her family had begun to subtly change too. Katie found Lucy snapping back with sarcastic comments and ending arguments with a pair of rolled eyes and a ‘whatever’ spoken under her breath. She was a little more snappy about things, and while Shawn had simply dismissed it as her growing into womanhood, he also had some concerns about his daughter's programming set and how the new unit in the neighborhood might be affecting that.

So much so that while Lucy lounged on her bed one afternoon, her power cell already down by around twenty percent from a morning of furiously masturbating to the point that she had forced her vaginal assembly to squirt enough fluids from it that she needed to do some laundry. She received a rare ping directly to her operating system from her father. It wasn’t anything new, far from it, but it was rare that she was summoned to his workshop without prior knowledge. He had been very good about telling her when she needed to check in for scheduled maintenance, but this seemed to come out of nowhere.

She had little choice in the matter. She rose from the bed and moved immediately to the door and down to her father’s robotics lab. Once there, she found Katie there already, most of her at least. Katie was laid out on a workbench, her naked body missing both arms, and one leg. Her head was detached as well, though it was mounted to a specialized podium only a short distance from her neck. Her eyes were open, though not focused on anything at all, her mouth open and lips twitching just a little. Just behind her a scroll of data flew past, far too quickly even for Lucy to pick up on it.

“That’s a good look for you.” Lucy joked as she looked at Katie who never responded. “What’s up dad?”

Shawn just gestured to the reclining chair in the middle of the lab. She had been seated there a number of times. It was never for disassembly like Katie was undergoing at the moment, so she felt fine in simply slipping into place and settling in. The close proximity to a short range wireless transmitter in the chair automatically sent a signal to her to open a programming port at the base of her neck, a command that she had no choice but to execute. A moment later, Shawn was plugging in a cable.

“What’s going on dad?” There was an unmistakable hint of concern in her voice.

“Well I got an alert that it’s been over two weeks since you fully powered off to integrate your daily programming into the family patches. I’m planning on releasing a new one tomorrow, and I kinda need your data.”

Shawn spoke so matter-of-factually that Lucy could only blink at it. There was no sense of disappointment or any kind of ulterior motives there. And in fact, there weren’t any, Shawn’s only concern was that he would get a call from the software team asking why one of the androids in his test flight wasn’t submitting data. He was, however, a little concerned about why Lucy hadn’t submitted her data. Up until recently she had always been very good about checking in, even after she realized what she was, a regular check in and data upload always happened on time. In fact, they were usually submitted ahead of schedule.

Of course Shawn knew that there had only been one change to the environment since then, and she lived one house down. Shawn was beginning to worry if he had, perhaps, programmed a bit too much rebellion into the little alt-girl next door. He could change that, of course, but good lord the amount of paperwork that would go into it, and it would have to be a slow and subtle change, and there was no guarantee it would actually change anything in Lucy. Sometimes he wished he was assigned to any other department. This social human evaluation was taxing.

Then again, he genuinely liked Lucy and Miriam and Katie. Most of the time at least.

Lucy sighed and accepted Shawn’s reasoning. She muttered a “fine” and then authenticated against her father’s terminal. From there, the world about her seemed to fade into a hazy blur. There were parts of her human emulation that needed to be taken fully offline in order to access the files and directories inside of her file system. Shawn had explained it to her, briefly, and she only vaguely understood most of the concepts. In the end she simply knew that her humanity emulator was “using” some of the files and it had to be turned off in order to get to them from somewhere else. It was all computer mumbo-jumbo to her, a fact that she found funny and ironic in the moment.

Her internal clock ticked away and once she reactivated some time later she was aware that it had been around three hours. It was just past lunch time, and she had a few messages waiting from Ashley. She did her best to suppress those messages from appearing in her heads up display, lest Shawn see them. Katie was gone, and Lucy had to assume that her father had finished fooling around with her and sent her on her way. Lucy was still dressed and there were no lingering tactile data logs to parse, leading her to assume her father hadn’t done anything to her while she was offline. A strangely disappointing data point.

Her father gingerly unplugged the cable from the back of her neck and she took that as her cue to rise from the chair. Her data was busy at his computer, pouring over the new influx of data and snipping parts of it to be added to the family patch. He looked over his shoulder at her as she stood and smiled.

“Thanks sweetie. Try to make sure to apply the updates tonight at midnight. ‘Kay?”

“Sure.”

With that she left and Shawn was left pursing his lips and looking at her walk away for a moment before turning back to her data dump.

“Sorry. My dad needed to talk to me about something.” Lucy replied to Ashley’s message from an internal messaging app that was linked to her phone. No need to tap out a message when she could just formulate it in her operating system and send it off.

“Ugh.” Ashley’s reply came a minute later. She was using the same linked phone messaging app in her own operating system. She was presently standing stock still in her room, door shut, blinds closed, in total darkness.

“Same time tonight?” Lucy asked.

“Can’t tonight. Parents need me for a thing.”

“Lame.”

Lucy realized it was probably for the best. She had an update to apply after all, and she was unsure if her dad would force it into her OS. She didn’t need to be locking up while Ashley was busy fingering her ass while being eaten out. Or worse, she would freeze while in the process of pleasuring Ashley and remain like that while her girlfriend freaked out.

“See you tomorrow I guess.” Ashley replied.

Lucy huffed at that. She had nothing to look forward to now, and the rest of her day was filled with little to nothing else. She puttered around the house, but always seemed to find her way back to her room where she would, almost automatically, strip down and begin playing with herself. It felt more natural to her to slide two fingers along her slit and grope at her breasts than it did to read a book or interact with anyone else.

Night time rolled around and Lucy, having nothing much else to do, settled into bed, plugged herself in and made sure she was connected to the unlisted family wifi network reserved for the robots in the home. Then she slipped off into a low powered sleep mode. Once her human emulation had suspended itself, her core OS reached out to the update server, found a pending install, and began the process of downloading and applying the updates.

Shawn had only taken the first sip of coffee when his phone began to buzz. That was unusual. He looked at it and saw that it was, once again, Anise. He stood and moved out of the kitchen quickly before tapping the answer button.

“Hey man, sorry for the early morning call.”

“It’s fine, uhm, what can I do for you?” Shawn asked, a little confused about why he would be getting another call from the CEO.

“I was just looking over the configuration for your test group. Everything’s looking good with the HyperSense Pro, right?”

“Uh yeah, no errors reported so far, but it’s only been a few easy encounters and…uh…self stimulation…” He lowered his voice for that last part and felt his face heating up.

“Gotcha. I think we might want to step up the testing on that one a bit. I’ll see about getting some more dicks in your daughter in the near future. In the meantime, I think we can issue three more of those HyperSense’s to you. Two for the rest of your family and one for the new unit in your neighborhood. Think you can swing by and snag those today?”

“Uh sure, yeah, I don’t think I had anything else planned. Just watching to make sure last night’s update went over okay.”

“Cool, I’ll have them on your desk here in an hour or so.”

“Okay great, uh, lemme finish breakfast and I’ll be right there.”

“Oh, totally, take your time. See you later!”

Shawn hung up and moved back to the kitchen. Miriam was there at the stove, her hips swaying back and forth to a rhythm that clearly only she heard. Katie was at the table, one hand prodding at the scrambled eggs on her plate and the other resting gently in her lap. Likewise, Lucy was eating and shot Shawn a look that seemed to say ‘how long before I don’t have to put on this act anymore?’ He could only smile weakly at her and hope that her social software was good enough to pick up on what he meant.

“That was work. Then need me on site for a bit.” Shawn announced, mostly to Miriam.

“That’s too bad, I was really planning on having you here.” Miriam said with a purr and stepped up to Shawn. Once she was close enough she whispered to him “I was hoping you would fuck my tight little pussy. Maybe later though.”

Shawn had to cough a little to hide his yelp and turned quickly from the embrace to hide the furious redness his face had surely taken on. Somehow, after years of working with literal sexbots, he still blushed at anything slightly more kinky than the most vanilla of sex. He waved and scooted quickly out of the house.

Had he been looking a little more closely to his family he would have seen the signs before he left them for the day. Miriam hadn’t simply been swaying her hips, she had been intentionally pushing her crotch against the handle to the oven, her rhythmic motions were her programming doing everything it possibly could to satisfy her. Her sexual module was already working hard, and soaking slightly into her panties.

Katie, meanwhile, might have been prodding at her eggs, but her operating system was dreaming of a cock squeezing into her brand new HyperSense Pro. The hand on her lap wasn’t just resting there, but was pushing hard against the swollen mound of artificial flesh between her legs. Her little annoyed sighs were far more sensual frustration than anything else.

Lucy seemed to be the most unaffected by the strange result of last night's programming update. And for good reason. She was the source of the corruption in her manner of speaking. Her recent activity with her lover had wormed its way into her background operation. It had slowly, but surely, integrated itself into the very fiber of her being. It had been working that way for a while, and her complicated social programming had taken the last few weeks to gradually integrate it into her daily operation. She knew to excuse herself to her room so she could slip three fingers into her sex and relieve the demands of her programming. Katie and Miriam, on the other hand, were new and sudden victims of the changes. They had no idea how to handle them other than to eagerly and aggressively touch themselves.

Seeing her father leave and her family seemingly distracted by their own routines, Lucy excused herself and retreated to her room. She was just unbuttoning her jeans with the intent of masturbating when she had another thought.

“Hey, my dad just left, wanna come over and get that pussy fucked?”

“On my way.”

True to form, Ashley was at her door in a matter of minutes. She had been standing still and simply waiting for Lucy all morning long and the trip over here was executed the moment she got the invitation. Lucy had already bounded down the stairs in an effort to be ready for her girlfriend. She stopped for a moment as she looked towards the kitchen. Katie and Miriam were in the doorjamb. Miriam, taller by at least a head, loomed over Katie. Her sister was pressed up against the archway, her mothers hand already slipped into the low cut neck of her sister's shirt and their lips pressed hard into one another. Lucy had to smirk at that. Katie knew her mother was an android, and Lucy chuckled to herself that her younger sister hadn’t yet put the fact that it was an odd coincidence that her mother was a machine but she was not.

Lucy assumed that Katie had, once again, enabled their mother’s sexual programming and took her mind offline for a little early morning gratification. Their father was gone again and it was the perfect time, except of course, that Ashley was on the way over.

Then again, maybe this was the perfect opportunity to give her lover a small taste of robotic love and see how she felt about the idea of fucking a perfectly built machine. She looked down at herself, still in her pajamas, and realized that she was included in that grouping. She was a perfect machine. She was built for ‘companionship’ and she fully understood that by companionship, what they really meant was sex. She smiled and grabbed the front door handle, happy to be a sexbot.

She opened it quickly and slipped out into the still chilly morning air. She shivered a bit and was delighted to feel that the chill had automatically caused her nipples to harden behind her thin night shirt. She could not just feel but knew, on some deeper level than only a robot could know, exactly how much fabric they were displacing. How much they were showing off to Ashley as she approached.

Lucy’s smirk spoke of lewd intent and of some secret that she found incredibly amusing. It raised Ashley’s eyebrow as she walked up the walkway.

“I gotta tell you something before we go in.” Lucy warned.

“Oookay..”

“So, you know how my dad works for some tech company?”

“Yeah.”

“Well. They make robots. Humanoid robots, for people to fuck.” Lucy said with a salacious tone.

“Like sexbots?”

“Exactly-”

Ashley’s half lidded and almost bored looking eyes narrowed to a squint. She looked from Lucy, down to Lucy’s chest, then to the door behind her. Lucy pressed her lips into a hard line, this was it, the moment of truth.

“-and my mom and sister are both androids. My dad built them.”

Ashley blew a puff of air out her nose at that.

“-and I have remote access to both of them, and their programming.”

That stopped Ashley. She looked at Lucy and caught on quickly. Her girlfriend's mom and sister were sexbots and she had access to them. She was beginning to see why Lucy had called her over so early and met her on the front door step. That explained why Lucy was clearly aroused, why her nipples were already tingling with excitement behind her shirt. The only unanswered question was why were they still out here.

“Are. Are you okay with that? It’s not like…weird…” Lucy asked in a brief moment of actual concern as her operating system temporarily shunted her sexual response to the back of the queue. She was glad when Ashley leaned in, kissed her and reached for the door handle.

That was enough of an answer for Lucy.

Inside the house there was a long, husky cry from somewhere in the kitchen. Clearly the party had already started and Ashley and Lucy were late. From the entry way they could see into the kitchen where Miriam had already stripped fully naked. Her bare breasts, full and mature, were swaying and jiggling with the motion she was making. Her hips were thrusting forward at a fairly rapid, but even pace. The slap of her wet pussy against Katie’s kept pace for the two.

Katie lay on the ground, her mother holding both her legs aloft by the ankles. They were spread wide open to allow Miriam easier access to her petite daughter's clit. Another long cry, laced with lewd intent cut the air and Ashley could physically feel her own sex clench with anticipation.

“Nothing new here, by the way.” Lucy commented as she pulled her pajama shirt up and over her head, letting her chestnut hair dance out of it and land around her shoulders.

Lucy leaned into Ashley and kissed her, only briefly, and began striding towards her family. Ashley, not wanting to be left out, turned to the front door, locked it, and then began working her own clothes off. Her path from the front door to the kitchen was marked with a trail of her and Lucy’s clothes.

Katie welcomed her sister to their encounter. The once bratty and sarcastic Katie seemed to be lost in the throes of sensual desires. So when Lucy lowered herself down onto Katie’s face, it was welcomed with a waiting moan and her sister's tongue. Lucy found her slit quickly and easily filled by her sister's mouth and let out a deeply satisfied grumble at the mere moment of touch.

Miriam’s programming detected the presence of the new members of her growing orgy, and moved to welcome them in. She was being greedy in her pleasure and so she moved back a bit, though never letting go of her little girl’s legs. Instead she dropped to her knees and spread Katie’s legs wider before slipping in between them. Her own robotic lips leaving a trail of hot and wet kisses along her daughter’s thighs. Once she reached Katie’s wet and waiting mound she immediately drove her tongue deep inside. Katie’s soft feminine form melted away and allowed Miriam unrestricted access.

Ashley found her place as well. Miriam and her had never spoken much, though each one had privately exchanged concerns or contempt about the other. None of that mattered here and now though. Ashley had no idea that internally her operating system was reconfiguring and shuffling resources and social protocol out of the way. Instead loading up the new software that had been handed to her the night before in Shawn’s patch. The heightened sexual responses and corrupted operating system calculations had extended back to the entity that had originated them.

So Ashley fell to her hands and knees as well and leaned into Miriam. Her tongue eagerly glided over the motherly slit and up towards Miriam’s ass. There were so many holes and each of them required Ashley’s worship. She leaned in hard against Miriam, and was only just barely able to reach her arms forward far enough to grope at her tits. Once she had one caught though, she grabbed at it wildly, pinching and twisting and squeezing every inch of flesh that she could.

At the center of it all, was Katie.

She was unaware of just how turned on she had been while having breakfast, and when her mother had pressed her against the wall after Lucy left, she had simply thought that her sister was getting into mischief once again. She was delighted that her own flesh and blood had decided to toy with their sexbot of a mother once again. It had been a long time since the two sisters had come together and used their mother like this.

Now the pleasure was mounting, and she felt herself hurtling towards her first climax. Like every other orgasm she had experienced over the last few weeks, it was incredible. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was that was changing in her body that made cumming feel so good, but she didn’t really care. In fact she chalked it up to an increase in hormones or something. Her artificial mind made up whatever quick and easy reasoning would make sense to a robot that thought she was a human. Katie had no reason to dig any deeper into the explanation that the computer inside of her head told her.

Every time she had masturbated thinking about her mother or even sometimes Lucy, there was no stopping how good it would feel. She felt herself clench and squeeze around the sex toy she had smuggled into the house and sometimes it even felt like her own pussy was gripping and milking the toy. It was fantastic and she was always left feeling satisfied.

Until this morning at least.

She had made something of a habit out of waking up, rolling over to her night stand and pulling out the dildo and using it on herself. She would pop it into her mouth, suckling and pushing it into her throat a little to moisten it, all while turning herself on more and more. By the time she had become aroused enough to want to shove it inside of her, she was already wet enough to push it inside of herself with no resistance. Then it was just a matter of the right rhythm and some time. Once she was satisfied, the rest of the day progressed fairly normally.

The brand new HyperSense Pro installed between her legs took care of the heavy lifting on many of those tasks. The elation Katie felt with each orgasm was a direct result of the efficiency and intensity that came with the new hardware. It could handle having a more intensified reaction to sex and because of that Katie’s own operating system felt that wash of hot satisfaction more clearly.

This morning when that same ritual produced a lovely little glow, but not the intense wave of satisfaction, Katie’s own operating system was left craving more. Of course, the software patch that Lucy had accidentally infected the family update with was the culprit. Simply masturbating with a dildo was nice, but it wasn’t the wild and kinky sex that she had been programmed for. Her human emulation didn’t understand that though. All she knew was that as she prodded at her eggs, all she could think about was sex.

Now, with her sister moaning and grinding her wet folds across Katie’s lips, and her mother eating her out with two fingers pumping in and out of her clit, she felt that same rising sensation. It was like a hot coal was just beginning to smolder inside of her hips. She swore she could actually feel the heat of it. She was content to let it build into a real fire there, and as such she continued to lap eagerly at her sister's sweet slit.

Miriam, on the other hand, did not have the kind of hardware that Katie had. Nor did Lucy or Ashley. So when the wild and overly sexual Ashley began to pleasure multiple holes using tongue and finger alike, her software struggled a bit to keep up. She was no newcomer to sex, far from it, but Shawn didn’t use her that way. In fact the software she was running after last night demanded something that her hardware couldn’t keep up with. She too felt a kind of heat boiling inside of her, but it wasn’t in anticipation of an orgasm, far from it.

Inside of Miriam, her sexual hardware was chugging along in a vain attempt to keep up with the raw volume of data that was slamming into it. It was its own self-contained processor unit, and for good reason, but the sheer amount of data that was being thrust into it was far too much for it to handle. As such, it was getting hot, hotter than it had ever been before.

The unfortunate combination of Ashley and Lucy’s wildly promiscuous few weeks of data, the inclusion of as yet untested hardware from Katie, and the massive dump of data from Lucy all rolled into one catastrophic software combination.

Miriam, Ashley, and Lucy were all beginning to feel that same rise in temperature. There was a small attempt to abort the process, but it was steamrolled by the juggernaut of sexual desires and programming that flooded each of the robotic women. There was simply no stopping what was happening now.

Katie also noticed the heat, the actual temperature, in Lucy as she ravenously devoured her sister's pussy. She paid it little mind, she had to, her own processors were only barely keeping pace with the kind of pleasure she was processing. She could only arch her back, grope aggressively at her own tits and moan into her sister's slick folds.

Ashley was content to work her own sex as she pleased someone else. She didn’t understand why, in the moment, but this morning she was simply in the mood to please rather than be pleased. Besides all that, it was a delight to look up from time to time and see Lucy’s tits bouncing and swaying as she ground her hips against her sister’s face. Even just the sight of it was enough to draw a small whimpering moan from the vocal processors inside of her.

Lucy was in the throes of her first orgasm, which was satisfying, but it didn’t carry the kind of intensity that her corrupted programming demanded from her hardware. Katie meanwhile was on her third, and she too felt that same draw and need for something more. More heat, more intensity.

Lucy finished grinding out her climax against her sister's face and then rose off of her, still dripping and leaving a thin silver string of her own juices trailing from her pussy to Katie’s mouth. She gracefully glided over to Ashley and whispered that she was going to their jacuzzi and she should follow. Ashley, in turn, drove her tongue deep inside of Miriam and flicked her clit with the tip of her tongue for a moment before grunting her agreement. She pulled back, and slapped Lucy’s mother hard across the ass, producing a surprised yelp from Miriam.

Katie’s eyes had slipped open and looked towards Lucy in a kind of sexually charged daze. Lucy smiled at that and at the knowledge that everything that made Katie act human was likely only barely running. She was just a sexbot at the moment, just a toy to be played with, even if her own conscious mind didn’t know it. So, Lucy employed a fun trick she had discovered slightly after her revelation and before she convinced her father to allow her some measure of remote control.

Her operating system put together a data packet that carried an authorization code and some other computer nonsense that would allow her to issue a command directly to the deeper code blocks that ran everything behind the proverbial curtain. As she spoke her OS sent the data packet directly to Katie and Miriam.

“Join us in the hot tub.”

It came out far more husky than Lucy had intended. Dark and dangerous, like smoked glass and lustful intent all rolled into six words. Miriam pushed away from Katie’s swollen mound and pushed herself up to standing. Her eyes were open, but it was clear that there was no life, real or artificial, behind them. Likewise Katie stood and mechanically followed her mother, who in turn was following Lucy and Ashley.

All four androids had a few moments of silence as they strode through the house towards the indoor jacuzzi that was attached to the house. It gave all of them a brief moment of reprieve from the raw sexual data and processing that they had been engaged in, and along with that a much needed moment or two to cool off. That all ended once they opened the glass paned door into the hot tub room.

It was attached to the far side of the house with three walls of framed glass panes that stretched upwards for around ten feet. It allowed for a beautiful view of the forested land behind the house. There were blinds there that could be pulled down for the sake of privacy, though the tall pine trees beyond offered far more protection from prying eyes. A small walkway, made of molded plastic in the shape of wooden planks, circled the center of the room. In the center of it was a steaming jacuzzi, warm and inviting.

There was no hesitation. Lucy and Ashley smoothly stepped down into the hot water, and both dismissed the immediate temperature alert their operating systems raised. They were still well within tolerable ranges, and their bodies fully sealed, it was just an unexpected spike and nothing more.

Katie settled down right at the edge of the hot tub and was already spreading her legs wide open for Lucy. Her sister knew that fair was fair, and she eagerly sloshed forward, placing her hands on her little sister’s thighs and spreading them wider before leaning in. Her own synthetic lips brushed across Katie’s folds, delighting in how wet they were already and then pressed her face into Katie’s slit. Her hands moved from the thighs inward where her thumbs pressed into false flesh and spread Katie’s pussy wide open.

Ashley was lounging in one of the reclined seats inside of the tub and Miriam was already mounting her. She leaned in and kissed Ashley deeply, passionately, and without regard for the rebellious young woman’s previous actions. At the moment, all Ashley was to Miriam was the target for her sexual programming to latch on to. Miriam was still functional, but like Katie, much of her human emulation had been reduced, leaving her to act almost purely as little more than a sex toy.

Their kiss lasted long minutes, the sound of bubbling water, moaning from Katie and slurping from Lucy serving as background noise for them. Ashley let her head fall back and lean against the hard plastic decking around the tub, an act that prompted Miriam to kiss downwards, over her throat and down to her exposed breasts. The sexbot paid plenty of attention to Ashley’s nipples, sucking, nibbling and at Ashley’s prompting, biting into it. Miriam earned a lewd ‘yes’ from Ashley, followed by a command, a simple ‘harder.’

Miriam chewed and gnawed at Ashley’s chest at that and the young gynoid reveled in the pleasure it brought her. Her hips began to wiggle and squirm as a result and it was a movement that Miriam noticed. She abandoned Ashley’s tits and continued a trail of kisses downward. Her head was fully underwater now, not that it mattered. Ashley knew the older woman was a robot, and there was no need for breathing now. Particularly as her tongue pierced deep inside of Ashley’s waiting clit.

Katie, meanwhile, was arching her back towards the decking behind her. The palms on her hands pressed hard into the wood shaped plastic and was almost entirely the support for her entire body. Her hips raised and pressed hard into her sister’s mouth in an effort to get just a little more pressure out of it, to get her sister’s tongue just a little deeper inside of her. Lucy had transitioned her own hands to hold one of Katie’s legs while the other pumped two fingers in and out of the wet slit she was presented with.

The ambient temperature in the little sauna was doing no favors to any of the four androids in it. Least of all Katie.

The new sexual hardware might have been performing at top efficiency, but that was no match for the heightened temperatures in the jacuzzi room. She had already been feeling the heat while inside, now, however, it was beginning to become a problem. A problem that the impulsive and brash young robot’s social programming was fine with ignoring. Pleasure came first, according to her new updates, and she was drowning in pleasure. Her sister was an expert in treating her womanly folds with delights.

In response to the raised heat, though, her cooling systems were working over time. This was a consideration that the engineers had thought of and had included a quick cooling system that would rush cool air to the places that needed it most. Of course, there needed to be cool air available, and as Katie moaned and gulped in fresh panting breaths of air, all she managed to pull in was hot air that was thick with moisture.

Unfortunately her own operating system didn’t know how moist and hot the air was. It could have made an educated guess, had her programming not been altered to prioritize other things. She, like her own mother, was operating very much like a sexbot at the moment. So her new HyperSense Pro sexual module was blasted, over and over, with hot, wet, air. Soon, the condensation began to accumulate on it. Droplets formed and ran down the matte black and grey exterior and found its way deep inside of the module.

The already hot systems there didn’t appreciate the water, and within a moment, began to fail catastrophically. Lucy heard the pop from just on the other side of her sister's soft skin. Her eyes had been closed as she enjoyed her sister, but had they been opened she might have caught a small diffused flash of light as well. The bucking her sister’s hips seemed normal enough for a fresh orgasm, so Lucy continued on as if there was no issue. Unaware that her own programming was leaning heavily into that sexbot realm as well.

Katie sat bolt upright, her mouth still hanging open and only one eye managed to open and look around. Her eye swiveled wildly back and forth as her OS struggled to load the appropriate protocols to save her. There was no matching ID for the new sexual hardware, and thus no appropriate call for how to repair the damage. Not that it would have mattered, a moment later new sexual programming loaded and executed, overriding the previous blocks. Her hips thrust into Lucy’s mouth again and she resumed the pleasure.

More condensation pooled inside of her and soon it began to accumulate around her hips. There was another pop as a connected daughter board shorted out and the electricity arced to another board. From there, Katie’s entire system load began to cascade downward. In the end only a handful of smaller controller boards were damaged, but the result was that Katie fell backwards, her spine straining and her head slamming hard into the deck boards behind her. The moans she had been making mingled together into a strange and distorted kind of sound.

Lucy felt her sister’s pussy pushing against her lips hard again and realized that it wasn’t from her sister pushing towards her, but rather a last ditch attempt for Katie’s systems to remove the damaged part. Her entire sexual assembly had ejected and was now sliding out of her crotch to land in the hot water. There was one final pop from somewhere within the brand new HyperSense Pro before it let out a single puff of black smoke that polluted the water.

Lucy looked at it, then to the deep dark opening between Katie’s legs and moved on immediately. She was here to pleasure. To feel pleasure. Katie was no longer a valid target for that programming.

Lucy lifted herself from the hot tub and stepped over towards Ashley. Water cascaded off of her body, not that either herself or Ashley minded. She then lowered herself onto Ashley’s face, reclined as it was, and Ashley immediately engaged her sexual programming against Lucy. Her tongue glided into her lover’s pussy as it had done any number of times before. Lucy was feeling that rising heat again and she felt the intensity she craved. Her hips moved and wiggled, sliding her own slit across Ashley’s eager tongue.

Miriam was still under the water as well, her mouth working like a good robot’s. Her tongue was inside of Ashley and hadn’t left for long minutes. Her body temperature was spiking upwards with each passing moment though. She too was designed with the same idea as Katie, a quick burst of fresh air to help cool her systems was just what was needed to keep the temperatures low and to keep her operating at peak sexual performance.

Her nostrils opened and she sucked in a deep, cleansing pull of nothing but hot water. She would normally have been able to tell this was a bad idea just given social and environmental clues. She was, however, just a sexbot at the moment and knew only how to pleasure her lover. Ashley’s sex was under water, so Miriam needed to remain underwater until Ashley reached climax. She needed to breathe in to cool herself, so she did.

The cooling systems, designed for air, clogged with water. The pumping systems struggled for a moment before pushing through everything she had just sucked in. Water dispersed itself across her sexual module and the processors there faltered for a moment. The water conducted electricity oddly around the older robot's body. Unlike Katie who had shorted out from a series of sequential arcs, Miriam’s flooded pussy jolted with electricity all at once.

Her folds clenched hard and she thrashed under the water for a moment before she fully went offline. Only a sudden burst of bubbles alerted Ashley to the fact that Miriam had gone offline. From there she rolled weirdly to one side and sank to the bottom of the hot tub. Her eyes remained open, mouth ajar with a tongue out and still trying to pleasure the younger robot. Her fingers had curled into claws and remained twisted as her hair floated around her face in a halo.

Ashley and Lucy paid the broken robot no mind. They were too lost in the depths of pleasure. Lucy was still working her own crotch against Ashley’s mouth, and in turn Ashley had moved her hand down to her own slit to work what Miriam had left undone. Lucy was sucking in deep gulps of air now as her operating system demanded the cooling. Though the air was hot and wet, Lucy managed to stay operational for a bit longer. She panted and heaved, her lustful sounds filling the small sauna room.

She wouldn’t last much longer though and soon enough, like her sister before her, she found that her sex was filled with condensation. She breathed heavily of the wet air and each new breath brought more destruction. She didn’t notice when acrid looking black smoke began to curl from between her lips. The circuitry inside of her was beginning to wear out and soon a small spark erupted from a controller board inside of her sexual module. That brought a yelp from Lucy and all of a sudden she became fully aware of what was happening.

She half stumbled, half rolled forward off of Ashley. Smoke still pouring from between her lips as she spoke.

“No, No not like this…no!”

Ashley spun to look at her lover to see what she was wailing about. All of it sounded very non-sexual and that was enough to slam her programming into gear. Her operating system truncated the intensely powerful sexual code to the background and re-engaged her social programming. Ashley was once again as human as ever.

“Lucy what..”

She didn’t get much more out before one of Lucy’s eyelids twitched wildly and the eyeball behind it drifted inward while the other remained still. Lucy’s look of shock was mirrored by Ashley’s Another pop as something broke inside of Lucy’s hips and bucked her whole body forward. She landed on her hands and knees, but only just barely.

Just barely audible over the bubble of the jacuzzi and the crackling of frying electronics, Lucy’s head emitted a small ping from one side. Lucy was only barely aware that her ear had detached from her head, and with it slid out a tray from inside of her head. Studding the tray were a number of data cards. Small things with gold plated connection points that linked them to her wider systems. Everything from personality programming to some very crucial log files were stored there.

“Ashley I-” Each word was punctuated with a new puff of dark smoke from inside of Lucy. “-You were never supposed to see this…but I- alert, foreign fluid detected- I am a- error, loss of connectivity at part- I am an- an- aaaaaannnddddd- warning! Data storage centers not available for- available for…for…error!”

There was another snap, this one from somewhere inside of Lucy’s head and it jerked her head to one side. She slumped forward, smoke still roiling from her mouth and filling the air. One eye remained open while the other had fluttered closed. There was silence for a moment or two before one more burst from inside of Lucy’s body and Ashley clambered out of the hot tub.

From the angle Ashely had been at when Lucy collapsed she had lost sight of Lucy’s face, but now, seeing her collapsed onto the ground she could clearly see that Lucy’s face, and whatever mechanisms were attached to the back of it, had popped free. A very clearly Lucy shaped face was laying there, robotics and circuitry backing it, all of which were producing the same black smoke that Lucy had rolling out of her mouth.

“Shit. You’re a robot too?” Ashley said as she crouched over her lover. “Is there anyone around here who isn’t?”

She had only barely spoken the words when something inside of her own programming snapped. There was logic and intellect inside of her. For so long her own robotic perception had kept her identity a secret, hiding glaringly obvious things from her, and now, seeing Lucy, who had acted and even said she was a human, exposed as a robot triggered something inside of her as well. It wasn’t so dissimilar to the programming that allowed Lucy to discern what she was as well. A lifting of the veil, though in a different way.

Ashley stood up and staggered backwards for a moment. She was filled with the same set of programming and instructions as Lucy had been, and so it was easy enough for her to see the truth. She was also a robot, she hadn’t known it until just now, but it had to be true. The way she had never actually seen her parents, just knew that they were there. The empty house, except for her own things, the way she had so suddenly fallen into Lucy’s waiting arms.

“This…This can’t be right.” Ashley murmured to no one at all.

She turned and looked at Lucy, then to Katie and finally to Miriam.

“They’re all robots. They didn’t know that they were though.”

The pieces were falling into place more and more. What she said next was not what she was thinking. She didn’t recognize the words. They weren’t hers.

“Processing error. Emulation parser mismatch. Rewriting.”

She blinked. She had very clearly heard the words she had just spoken. Her ears…were they ears, or were they microphones. She slammed her eyes shut and she somehow knew that they were actually microphones buried deep in her ears. Running alongside a row of data chips. Just like Lucy’s. Those microphones had heard what she said and she knew that a processor inside of her head was handling the first pass of data checks against it.

“Fuck…no this…I can’t…”

“Error, human emulation cannot complete request.”

“What the hell!”

“Awareness protocols offline. Please restart this unit”

“Fuck you!”

“Error. Unhandled exception at- at- aaaaattttttt-”

“No! I’m not a fucking robot! I’m…I’m Ash…Ashley…Ashely…”

“Alert. Data missing.”

“But…no, I’m…I’m a…I’m hu-”

It was too much for her operating system to handle. Her A.I. told her the truth but the layers of programming inside of her that were in place specifically to hide what she was fighting back. A tug-of-war for truth occurred in the blink of an eye. It all overwhelmed her and in the end her operating system decided that the best outcome was to simply shut her down, immediately, to prevent future damage to her software.

Ashley collapsed on top of Lucy. Her eyes wide open and the shocked look of discovery on her face.

“Hey Anise?” It was Shawn, and he sounded panicked.

“Yo, what’s shakin’?”

“I think we need some more testing on the HyperSense Pro.”

“Aww, why?” Anise asked, not quite defeated, but confused.

“Let me just send you a pic.”

“Christ…” She breathed. “Uh, let me get some help over to your place. That looks like it’s gonna be a lot of work.”

“Yeah. At least I got Miriam out of the water before too much could leak into her.”

“Yeah. Welp, that sucks. See if you can pull any logs out of Katie.”

“Can do. God what a mess…”

“Can’t make an omelet without breaking a few androids, AmIRight?” Anise commented.

“You seem chipper for someone who's looking at a failed field test.” Shawn said, his own disappointment fully on display in his voice.

“Ehh, sometimes these things go up in flames. Doesn’t mean it's not good data. I mean, I’ve seen worse incidents. I think I still call this a successful first test.”

Shawn looked over his once relaxing jacuzzi room. Miriam was laying in a pool of water, she was on her side and Shawn had removed her chest plate. It was sitting somewhere nearby, dripping wet. Ashley and Lucy were still piled on top of one another and Katie was bent backwards, legs spread, her vaginal assembly still at the bottom of the hot tub. Shawn hadn’t gotten around to fishing that out yet.

He was soaked from head to toe as well. He had jumped into the water as soon as he saw Miriam there and had struggled, thrashed, and slipped at least once to get her out. He needed a shower, some dry clothes, and the three new HyperSense modules in his lab could be put onto shelves. They wouldn’t get used for a bit.

It had been a little under a week since the incident in the jacuzzi. Anise, true to her word, had sent a few extra folks to help get the family cleaned up and back online. Miriam had taken the most work, and Shawn insisted that he handle the majority of it. He kept insisting that she was his wife so he should be the one to work on her.

In the end, she required an entirely new hip assembly and one leg replacement. They were easy enough parts to get a hold of and the only real challenge was matching the skin tones to the rest of her torso. Anise had offered to have a HyperSense module pre-installed but Shawn politely, but firmly, declined for the time being.

Once repairs had been made, and Katie returned to her previous version of sexual module, everything was set and ready to be reactivated. Shawn was polite and thanked the crew for helping him and made sure there was an ample supply of pizza and beer to be had to try and make up for the extra hours they had to put in at the last minute. He knew they had families and it was truly the least he could do.

In reality, Shawn wanted to do a few final checks on the family. They were his responsibility, so making sure everything was ship shape should fall to him. He did realize that Anise was right though, he should relax a bit.

Ashley was the easiest to check off. The memories of all she had seen and experienced in the jacuzzi room were all wiped clean. The day would simply go missing from her mind and, like her family or previous life experiences, would just be filled in with some vague idea of time spent. She was reset and placed back in her home, awaiting a remote activation from Shawn.

Katie and Miriam had some mechanisms in place already to help buffer between what had happened and what they thought happened. Lucy’s constant tampering and remote access to the other sexbots had left a pretty clear programming block that filled in the gaps. So resetting those memories was already done by an automated system.

Lucy, on the other hand, would take a little work.

The data chips that had sizzled and popped inside of her ear panel had been crucial in making sure she was allowed to remain aware of what she was. Of the dozen or so programming and memory log chips there, three had been destroyed by a short circuit. One of them was a programming chip that had been placed there to allow her to operate as a college student. It was filled with false memories of leaving the house to go to school. The other two were swap space where memories and life experience would live temporarily until they could be compressed into something useful.

As luck would have it, destroying them meant that any inclination she might have about Ashley also being a robot were unusable. Then again, everything she had done since the midnight update was also unusable. After seeing the kind of mess that the family was in when he returned, he wasn’t so sure a missing day was a bad thing.

As for the update, it was rolled back and sent away to the software team, who pointed their fingers at the hardware team, who in turn said their hardware was fine, it was just how the software interacted. Shawn, wisely, stayed out of that debate. He was just a field agent, and he didn’t need to get himself in between other departments.

In the end, Shawn figured it was best to be honest with Lucy. She reactivated in his lab and he was very frank with her.

“Something happened a few days back.” He started. “And I want you to know I’m not mad about any of it. But, there was a pretty catastrophic failure that your systems seemed to have started.”

“Me?” Lucy asked. “How?”

“I know that you and Ashley have been meeting up late at night and have been having some pretty, uh, some very wild, er-”

“Sex?” Lucy offered.

“Yes. Sex. Uhm, so maybe cool it a bit with that. Ashley’s fine by the way, she didn’t find out about you, so your secret is still safe and I would prefer to keep it that way.”

“Fine…but I think she would be cool with knowing that-”

“I disagree.” Shawn cut in. “Let’s just keep things in protocol, alright?”

“Fine.” Lucy didn’t like it, but she agreed to it. Afterall, Shawn could just force her to comply.

“By the way, Ashley is on her way over, she called you while I was working on your systems and she should be here soon. Maybe now is a good time to make some real introductions? Instead of sneaking around at midnight?”

Lucy blushed at that, her human emulation ensuring that she looked embarrassed about it. More that she had been caught than the actual act though.

“Yeah…”

Lucy slipped off of the workbench she was on and in an unexpected moment hugged her father.

“Thanks dad.” Then she kissed his cheek and left.

Ashley was barely at the front door, looking just as disheveled and perpetually annoyed as ever. But there was a shadow of a smile at the corner of her mouth. Lucy stepped onto her front porch and hugged Ashley.

“C’mon. You should meet my family properly.”

Ashley grunted in acceptance. She hated meeting the family, it was always so awkward. But for her girlfriend, maybe it would be worth it. From everything Lucy had told her, they seemed pretty cool.

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Tennis Anyone?

2026-05-01T17:30:23Z

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The afternoon sun beat down on Mark, his forehead was already slick with a sheen of sweat. He brought his wrist up and drug the sweatband across his head and for a moment felt cool and somewhat relieved. He clutched a tennis racket in one hand and a tennis ball in the other. He was currently bouncing up and down ever so slightly, knees bent and staring down his partner across the court. A woman in her late twenties, or maybe even very early thirties, sood in a similar stance. She was sporting a pair of vibrant pink athletic shorts that clung to her leg at about mid thigh. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail behind her, but there was little she could do to keep her bangs out of the way.

She was sweating significantly less than Mark, though her breathing was steady, it was coming in long breaths. She clutched her own tennis racket between two hands and watched Mark, ready to spring at a moment's notice. Mark took one last look at Joy, his tennis instructor, and tried to focus on everything she had been teaching him over the last few months. Even from where he stood, her tank top did an admirable job of covering up her cleavage, but there was still just enough of her olive coloured skin on display to pose a distraction for him. Mark closed his eyes and deftly tossed the ball into the air. His eyes snapped open and he swung his racket, almost purely on instinct and connected with the fuzzy yellow ball.

Joy sprang to life and sprinted across her side of the court, her arm stretched out and impacted the ball and sent it sailing back towards Mark. It was a move he had seen her do dozens if not hundreds of times at this point and he was ready. He dashed to one side and was ready when the ball bounced once and came at him. He was able to perfectly return the ball towards Joy. They had been going back and forth like this for upwards of thirty minutes and were approaching the end of their daily lessons. Mark wanted so desperately to impress Joy with his progress, and maybe for once finally beat her.

Joy was an amazing teacher, no one could debate that, but the way she played was so perfect. Mark swore to his friends that she was literally unbeatable and had to be cheating somehow. To his credit, Mark wasn’t far from being correct, because from a certain point of view, Joy was cheating. Joy was, afterall, a machine built with the specific purpose of being a perfect tennis player, coach, and instructor. She was a robot, with an incredibly fast core of processors built into her chest. Everything about her was designed specifically to make her appear human, from the sweat that was used as part of her cooling system, to the internal workings that helped her move in a very convincingly human manner.

Unsurprisingly the complex camera assembly behind each of her false eyeballs tracked the movement of the ball as it sailed across the court, calculated its trajectory, potential return trajectory and once Mark had hit the ball, recalculated the trajectory again. All of which her operating system and CPU calculated in an instant, then sent orders to her various body parts to move to intercept. She was a perfectly crafted machine and was able to send the ball flying just over the net on the opposite side of the court form Mark, bouncing once inside of the court and then back out, just out of reach of his tennis racket.

Mark had been dashing across the court to try and get to the ball, but came short and as soon as he saw that he had lost he came to a quick stop. He placed his hands on his knees and sucked in fresh air, panting and trying to begin the process of cooling down. The sweat trickled down his forehead to his nose and then dripped off. He turned his head to look over at Joy who was simply standing there smiling at Mark from across the court. Mark looked back down and stood back up, nodding his head and, despite losing again, smiled and walked towards the net that separated the two.

“Good game, as always” Mark was saying as Joy approached him.

Joy was having some issues though, many of them her well coded and complex operating system coupled with her A.I. were trying to cover up. The heat was well under what was acceptable for her to operate properly, but her processor had been working so hard to move her, calculate the variety of mathematical variables, and keep up a facade of humanity that she was approaching critical operating temperatures. Luckily the slightly stilted gait to her walk went unnoticed by Mark, or if he did notice he didn’t mention it.

“Yes good-ood game Mark. You’ve made some great pro-proress” She said. The vocal tics in her speech caused an alert to pop up in her field of vision each time there was an occurrence. She was dismissing them as soon as they popped up, but they would have to be confirmed as a non-issue by the club’s technical support team when she went in for maintenance. Though her programming was doing a good job of covering up the occurrences, by huffing out a breath after each one. Her programming strictly dictated that she maintain a human appearance at all times, and covering up a vocal glitch like this wasn’t something new to the android woman.

The two shook hands and retreated to their individual gym bags and began to towel off and pack up now that their match was over. The two made small talk for a bit, and Joy’s vocal hiccups subsided quickly as the fresh air from the air conditioned club house helped quickly cool the processors inside of her body. Their banter was flirty, but not inappropriate for the pair. One might have even mistaken them for good friends if they didn’t know about the professional relationship between the pair. Soon though, Mark said his goodbye and retreated to the men's locker room and Joy did the same, moving to the private staff washroom. As Mark showered, scrubbing himself and lingering in the warm water, he felt weary, but the warm water was refreshing him and soothing the tight clumps of muscles after an intense afternoon of tennis.
Meanwhile Joy was in the private staff room, preparing herself for the end of her shift at the clubhouse. For as upscale and posh as the club was, it didn’t quite have the funds to purchase dedicated androids as staff, not entirely at least. There were two dedicated receptionists that were kept in the clubhouse and rotated throughout the week. Joy, though, was one of the many robot trainers that the club had contracted with to staff their club teaching classes, and like Mark, offered one-on-one coaching.

The room was, in a word, sparse. It was used primarily by the robotic staff to store personal belongings, or in most cases, store equipment for other jobs that they had. The androids were paid a small amount of money for their services which was normally used to pay for upgrades to their chassis or maintenance and repairs. Joy had used the majority of her income from both her position at the club and her secondary job elsewhere in town to buy components that would aid her in one job or another. The complex array of processors inside of her torso was proof of that. Joy had spent plenty of her hard earned money to buy new internal components that would make her more valuable to anyone looking to hire an android like her.

The only difficulty in her existence was that androids were something of a secret. There were discreet locations around every city that serviced them and sold parts, but they were never prominently advertised. The country club that Joy worked at was one such location. It was run entirely by a robotic staff and contracted androids as it’s staff. As such, Joy’s very existence was a secret, meaning she was able to easily take on wildly different roles. With a few small cosmetic changes she could go from the sweet and skilled tennis coach that she was by day, and transition into a voluptuous stripper and call girl by night. The latter was precisely what she was in the process of doing at the moment. Her shift had ended at the country club and in two hours she was required to be on stage at another club of a different variety.

IT would take her nearly an hour to get across town to the gentlemen's club, “City Limits.” Meaning that she would have to change her outfit and her appearance at the country club before boarding a bus and heading to a bus stop. This wasn’t much of an issue as the locker room was currently empty, save for the receptionist android standing in the corner with a power cable running up under her shirt. Joy wasn’t at all embarrassed about what she was or her other sources of income, she knew many other robots in the employ of the club had alternate incomes that were of an equally seedy nature.

Joy pulled open the sheet metal door to her personal locker and inside were several items. Her gym bag was slung over her shoulder and she set it on the floor, inside was her racket and towel, two items that would stay there until she got home to wash the towel and her clothing. She unfastened her athletic shorts then slid them down her shapely legs until crumpled them on the floor. Joy left them there for a moment while she reached down and pulled her tanktop up and over her head, causing her auburn hair to tumble out of it. She stepped out of her shorts then squatted down and placed the tanktop and shorts into the gym bag. Finally she wiggled her way out of her sports bra and tossed it in the bag as well, then stood back up.

Now fully nude she looked down at her breasts, they weren’t small by any stretch of the imagination, but they weren’t big either. Somewhere in the B-cup range currently, they matched up nicely with her slender well toned athletic body, but for her second job as a stripper and call girl, they simply wouldn’t do. Joy passed a simple request through her operating system and a moment later there was a small hiss. Joy’s chest slid away from her torso about half an inch, allowing her to see inside of herself slightly. She brought her hands up to her chest and wiggled her fingers inside of the gap between the chest plate and the rest of her torso. With a sudden upward and outward motion the entire chest piece popped off of her body, leaving eight small chrome coloured posts jutting out from her body.

Inside of her now opened torso, an array of blinking LED lights could be seen, many of which were showing red at the moment due to the remaining high heat or just a simple alert that a piece of her body had been removed. Snaking their way around the multitude of status lights and circuit boards that comprised the majority of Joy’s internal workings were cables and wires of nearly every colour. Many were bundled together into black mesh tubes that allowed similar components to be held together for ease of repair and installation. All the circuit boards, fiber optic cables and multicoloured wires were, in some way or another, attached to the framework that gave her body its natural slim shape. Some of it was hooked into troughs around her hard plastic artificial rib cage, and others were screwed securely into place along any number of plates lining her body.

Joy set the chest panel down on the ground and leaned it up against her gym bag. The whole assembly was just under five inches tall, and started about where Joy’s collar bone might be and ran down to just above her abdomen. Next she reached into the locker and pulled out one of the few items she kept there, a similar chest panel. This secondary chest panel was the same skin tone as the rest of her body, an ambiguously tanned olive tone. She aligned the new panel against the eight small chrome plated posts that dotted the outer rim of the opening into her body. Pushing inward and slightly downward resulted in the new panel clicking in place, and Joy released her grip on it.

The new panel had its purpose though, the breasts on it were much larger than the smaller, more trim one leaning against the bag at her feet. It was also built to be the most realistic feeling and looking breasts she could afford. They jiggled and swayed like a real woman’s would, but she could control them in ways that no human could. They were designed with a mechanism to allow Joy to stiffen her nipples whenever she wanted and could even control them individually or as a set, though she mostly let the default settings handle those operations.

Once Joy let go of the chest panel, the faintest sound of straining servo motors could be heard. Joy knew the sound all too well, it was the sound of her artificial spine taking on the full weight of her new larger breasts. There was no worry of damage, but the increased strain was expected, and she knew that her spine could handle it. The back bone had been another one of the many upgrades she had purchased in order to make her a better stripped and a better tennis player, it was an expense that was well worth every cent. Once her chest plate receded and locked into place she bent down and picked up her previous panel and placed it into her locker. Once the chest panel was secured in her locker she pulled out a set of strappy looking lingerie and dropped it into her gym bag and then zipped the bag up.

She then took out a much larger bra than her sports bra had been and put it on, hooking it in place behind her back with only the kind of precision that a robot like her could. She wiggled her shoulders a bit and settled the straps into place before pulling out a simple black shirt and shorts. She slipped the shorts on before pulling the shirt on and over her much larger breasts.
She stood up straight and sent another command sequence through her operating system. Inside of her skull powerful magnetic locks disengaged all along her scalp and hair line. Joy reached up to her head and pulled her bangs up, then skin began to wrinkle slightly above her forehead and Joy was able to slip her fingers under the artificial scalp. Once there she peeled the whole of her scalp, and with it her hair, off of her head. Under the artificial flesh was a clear hard plastic casing, under the casing was a densely packed array of circuitry, wiring and tubing, she then placed the hairpiece onto the top shelf of her locker.

Joy retrieved from her locker what looked like a wig of long flowing red hair then moved her hands to the back of her head. She began snapping the new hairpiece into place along the back of her head, the magnetic locks clamping it into place with unseen force. After a few moments of making sure none of the strands of hair got caught under her scalp, the new hair piece was in place and Joy’s operating system alerted her that it had detected the new device and was ready to use it. Finally joy reached into the locker and pulled out a small hard case that she unzipped and took out a small card with gold plated contacts along one side of it.

Joy reached up to the side of her head and pushed into her left temple with her thumb and there was a small click and a rounded piece of the side of her head stuck out. Grasping it with her thumb and index finger she pulled it out to reveal a similar looking card clamped in place inside a plastic case that secured the card but left the golden contacts exposed. She pried open the case and extracted the card, putting it in the hard zipper case and placing it inside her locker next to the auburn hairpiece. As soon as she had ejected the card her internal operating system alerted her that a device had been disconnected and that certain programming sets could not be found. She knew it would happen and she quickly closed the alert, she wouldn't need the information on the card for her next job.

She snapped the new card into the holder and brought it back up to the opening in the side of her head and pushed it in, a satisfying small click letting her know that the programming chip was in place. Immediately her operating system read the information from the chip and began to load it into her A.I. While her previous card had been filled with move sets for tennis, calculations for trajectories and predicting player movements, this new one was primarily body motions, how to balance while exaggerating one's hip movements and perhaps most importantly dance moves. It contained everything Joy needed to transition from being a slender tennis coach at a local upscale country club, to a sultry stripper who could spin on a pole and entice men and women out of their hard earned money.

Joy was satisfied that she was ready to move out to the bus stop and closed her locker. She ducked down and picked up her gym bag and slung it over her shoulder. She would have liked to make it to her small apartment and store the bag first, but today there was no time for it. She could store it in the dressing room at City Limits and simply take it home after her shift there ended. As she moved back into the country club she was thankful that there was no one around to see her slip out, though the cool air was doing wonders for her still hot processors.

Mark left the country club shortly after finishing his shower and redressing in street clothes. Simple blue jeans and a polo shirt, with his sweat covered athletic shorts and shirt in a duffle bag. He walked across the parking lot and tossed his bag into the trunk of his car and then flopped into the front seat. His drive home to his small apartment was mercifully short and once there he tossed his clothes in the washing machine and started it before sitting in the recliner facing the TV. He had just picked up the remote to turn it on when he was overwhelmed by a sense of loneliness.

Mark lived alone, and was completely unattached. He didn’t have a girlfriend or even a girl he was close with, and it had been years since he had had sex. He let out a drawn out huff and on a whim decided that instead of wallowing in his misery tonight or drowning it with booze, that he could at least be content with a distraction. He jumped out of the chair and grabbed his car keys, tonight he would have some fun. He started his car and drove off towards a strip club he had visited only once before. Mark was headed towards City Limits.

Joy’s bus stopped several blocks away from the stip club, which was fine with her. It allowed her some measure of anonymity from the regular crowd of bus riders that she had become familiar with seeing. She was still wearing the simple tennis shoes she had been wearing at the country club, but they would be swapped for shiny black heels once she arrived at the club. She walked casually along the sidewalk to the club and stepped inside, the bright midsummer light crashing hard against the dark interior of the club. The microscopic iris’s inside of Joy’s eyes immediately adjusted the light intake and allowed her to progress through the club. There were no patrons at this point, but the bouncer just inside the door recognized her and nodded curtly as she walked past.

Preparations for the evening were well under way, as the bartenders squeezed fruits into juice and then poured them into containers for later. A small contingent of janitorial staff were making sure that the stage that featured prominently in the center of the large open room was clean and ready for the dancers. Meanwhile servers, both human and robot alike were setting candles on tables and lighting them and making sure that the private show rooms were clean. Joy strutted across the room, waving at her coworkers as she did and moved to the dressing room behind the stage.

The dressing room was already bustling with several other girls, all of which were in some state of dress or undress. The room was used for both android workers and humans alike, but like Joy, none of the androids who worked there made their true nature known to anyone else. Joy stepped up to her locker and opened it, setting down her gym bag and opening it. She took out the strappy lingerie she had packed along with her and draped it across the top of the bag.
Joy pulled her top shamelessly off of her body and then followed up by removing her bra, letting her breasts jut off of her chest prominently. There was little sag to them, and Joy appreciated that they looked as if they were perfectly natural but almost impossibly perfect. She packed away her top and bra, and soon after, her shorts into the bag. She started to slip into the complicated lingerie, hooking and buckling the silken black straps around her body. None of them did anything to hide her nudity, her nipples her practically accentuated by the outfit and the petite womanly sex between her legs had all attention drawn to it. Joy took out a simple white cotton button up shirt and wrapped it around her shoulders then buttoned it up, leaving the top three buttons undone. The outfit showed off just the right amount of her body, but would require just the right amount of work to remove it, perfect for drawing the eyes of her patrons.

Joy moved to one of the vacant vanity style desks that lined one wall of the dressing room. Many other girls were here already, applying makeup, body glitter, or some type of style enhancing jewelry. Joy was still wearing the simple makeup that she had been wearing at the country club and made no effort to touch it up, instead she began to bundle her hair up into a messy bun on her head and hold it in place with a scrunchie. That was when she noticed that her lipstick was slightly smudged, probably from changing clothes or her previous tennis match with Mark

She picked up cloth and wiped off the rest of the red substance from her thick pouty lips and then picked up an even darker shade of red from the available choices on her desk. Running the stick over her synthetic lips and then puckering and kissing them to evenly distribute the makeup before applying a layer of lip gloss to make her lips shine. She turned her head left, then right, looking herself over. It was a simple movement that any one of the girls in the room would do constantly, but Joy had a special purpose, before going on stage she needed to look herself over to make sure there was no sign of her robotic nature on display. Finally, satisfied that she looked as human as any other girl in the room, she stood and moved to the hallway leading to the stage and leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes and put herself into a low power mode. Her processors were still running hotter than usual and it was beginning to concern Joy. A lowered power mode would conserve power and leave only some rudimentary systems online while shutting off anything that wasn’t necessary.

Soon the club opened and a steady trickle of early evening patrons started to funnel in, ordering drinks and food or taking up residence in some of the seats arranged around the stage. Mark was among the crowd that arrived early and, after ordering a whiskey sour for himself as well as a VIP pass. The pass was a simple card with the clubs logo on it that when shown to any of the girls would indicate he wanted to move to a private session. Once he had his drink he sat in one of the seats near the side of the stage. He was only a few sips into his cocktail when the music that had only been a dull background buzz faded into existence as a loud booming bassline. Along with the sudden increase in volume the stage lit up, illuminated by any number of spotlights.

The crash of sound was Joy’s cue to load up her programming and take action. A trio of other girls were with her and the four of them strode onto the stage. The groups walked smoothly to the center, their long soft but luxurious legs exposed for all to see, and the front row guests had the best view, able to just barely sneak a peek at the girls panties. Mark took another sip and looked up at the group that fanned out along the edge of the stage, pacing along it, giving everyone a sample of the four women who would be performing.

Joy took up a position at the front of the stage and, along with the other women, began to dance. Swaying her hips back and forth and letting her hands roam over the shirt she wore, along the length of her legs, and across her rear end. On occasion she would just barely catch the edge of her shirt and drag it upwards enough to tease a hoot or holler from a member of the club. Mark watched in delight and it wasn’t long before he was squirming in his seat, his drink was almost immediately forgotten as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a small stack of dollar bills. Like the other men there he offered up some of it to the girl dancing in front of him, a slender looking woman with short dark hair and even darker eyes. She swayed for him, squatted down and let him tuck a few bills into the waistband of her lacy black thong.

Soon though the song ended and rolled gracefully into another electrifying beat. The girls on stage swayed and moved with it, seamlessly transitioning their positions on stage. Mark only felt a small pang of disappointment, he had really enjoyed the girl before. As the song began to build in tension, so too did the girl begin to lose clothes. Mark took another sip of his drink as the red headed dancer in front of him began to unbutton her shirt and let it fall off of her, revealing a complex looking array of lingerie below it. Mark felt himself become suddenly so much harder than he thought he could be. Part of it was the exquisite dancing and part of it was that he swore the dancer in front of him was someone he recognized. He knew that there were probably thousands of women in this city, but there was just something about the way this olive skinned dancer reminded him of someone.

Mark didn’t wait too long, he had missed his chance before and now he wanted to make sure he got what he wanted. He held aloft his VIP pass to the girl who smirked at him, winked and then smoothly dropped to the floor of the stage, writhing on her back and somehow scooting closer to Mark. His view of her perfectly rounded breasts were almost enough to distract him away from the girl in front of him. She was close enough to call out to him and Mark leaned in close. Her head and shoulders were dangling off of the stage now and she whispered into his ear a simple number. Mark nodded stupidly and the girl sat up and clutched her legs close against her large breasts before extending one leg high in the air and running a hand along it.

Mark picked up his drink and stood, looking over his shoulder at the girl and swore again that he knew her from somewhere. He moved to a spiral staircase that led to an upper floor, lined with rooms with locking doors and a single number etched on it. Mark walked into the room that the girl below had told him and closed the door behind him. Inside the room was a comfortable looking couch, stretched along the long side of the room, and a side table. Mark had no sooner set his drink down that the door creaked open and the stripper from before stepped in.

Joy had been moving on stage and swaying her body around and her processor core hadn’t lowered the CPU cycles it was using and it was still running as hot as it had the last time she saw Mark. As she stepped into the room she immediately recognized Mark, but didn’t show it at all, she was programmed better than that. She instead slid into the seat next to him and brought her lips close to his ear, brushing the very edges of her soft synthetic lips against his ear and letting out a breath. Mark quivered and let out a small low gasp, on the very edge of a moan.

Joy stood and yanked the tie from her hair and let her red hair tumble down around her shoulders. She straddled against Mark and began to grind her hips into his crotch, placing her hands on his shoulders. The action put a tremendous amount of strain on her legs, since she was suspending herself over Mark and undulating against him. After only a few moments of grinding against him Joy’s operating system alerted her of a high heat warning, despite the cool air conditioning in the club. Joy sucked in another deep breath, hoping to cool her CPU but it wasn’t enough.

Joy’s smile froze in place, her facial expressions being one of the few systems that could be shut off if an emergency happened. Her head lolled to one side as her hips continued to thrust back and forth in a measured tempo. She let out a small enticing moan, but her mouth didn’t move, the sound simply played out of the speaker assembly in her throat. Mark took notice of this and looked at Joy with concern, and then a dawning realization fell upon him. He had seen this girl before, specifically he had seen that smile.

“Joy?!” He questioned, enthralled at the prospect but also confused by several things. Her hair was different, but that could have been a wig, the bigger confusion came from the breasts. Mark had spent almost every lesson the two had trying to sneak glances at Joy’s chest, but these, these breasts were much larger.

“Hel-hello Mark. It’s good. It’s good. It’s good good good to see you. Good to see you. You.” Joy said, her mouth moving again, but now it was lagging a half second behind the words it was producing.

“Wh-are you ok?” Mark said, his voice now filled with concern.

“I’m fine. Fine. fi-fi-fi-” Joy responded, her head beginning to spasm to one side with each vocal malfunction. Then her voice changed from the dark lusty voice she had been using before to something completely devoid of emotion, devoid of humanity.

“Alert. Heat levels at critical levels. Emergency heat ventilation.”

With that, Joy stood up and three panels opened, one above her breasts, and one on either side of her rib cage. Each one perfectly displaying much of her internal circuitry and wiring. Mark could see the distorted waves of heat drifting out of her open body. Joy had frozen completely while the heat ventilated, her head cocked to one side and her expression frozen. Her eyes remained open and unblinking, and her mouth hung slightly ajar.

“Fucking hell..y-your a robot?” Mark said, scooting away from Joy, but unable to tear his eyes away from her. His eyes roamed over her body, and more specifically over the wiring inside of her. She remained frozen and ventilating heat for upwards of thirty seconds before the panels automatically closed and Joy’s face returned to a more neutral position and she blinked several times. Eventually her A.I. and operating system returned to full operation and she looked down at Mark. When she saw the recognition on his face her hands flew to her mouth and she gasped.

“I. Mark this isn’t what it looks like..” She said, trailing off.

“Really? Because it looks like you’re a robot that teaches tennis by day and strips by night.” Mark retorted.

Joy stopped for a moment and nodded, “Well, you kind of nailed that on the head.”

Joy let out a huff and sat on the far end of the couch, putting as much distance between herself and Mark. Her programming was to be as human as possible and she had blown that cover to one of her clients. She knew that there was a consequence for that kind of thing, her manufacturer would likely remotely recall her to a facility where she would be disassembled and her various components used as refurbished parts for other androids. She looked up from the floor where she had been staring and looked over to Mark who was no longer looking at her with a look of utter confusion, but more one of concern.

“What?” She asked.

“Well, it’s just that you’re actually a robot. That’s so awesome!” Mark said. Then he had another realization, “That’s why you always beat me at tennis!”

“Ah, yeah, you got me there.” Joy said, biting her lower lip a bit, then looked towards the floor again. She even began to fidget with her hands in her lap, then looked back at Mark, who was smiling at her, a real genuine smile.

“I won't tell anyone. I’m sure you need to keep it a secret and all. Right?” Mark said. Joy looked hopeful at that, her A.I. began to make some calculations, there was a possibility that her manufacturer hadn’t been alerted to her exposure.

“Thanks, but that might be more difficult than you think. You see, as soon as I connect to a wireless network, my manufacturer is going to be alerted to the breech. And that's bad.”

“So don’t connect to a wireless network...or flush the log files or something.” Mark replied. Joy opened her mouth as her A.I. already had a response, she couldn’t do that, she wasn’t allowed to modify her log files, but someone else was. She closed her mouth and then spoke again.

“Okay, I think I have an idea, but it’s going to be tricky and I’m going to need you to do something to me, you’re going to have to take me apart a little.” Joy said, and judging by Mark's reaction, he seemed to be on board with it. She bit her lower lip and then continued.

“Okay, I’m going to go down and tell my manager that I’m feeling sick and then leave. You meet me about two blocks away, over by the bus stop and I’ll let you know what to do there. Okay?” Mark agreed and the two of them set their plan into motion. Mark left the room first, and walked down through the club and out. He got into his car and drove the three blocks and found a parking lot near the bus station. He parked and stood outside of his car leaning against it, furiously trying to process the information that his long time crush and tennis coach was really just a machine. Nearly fifteen minutes passed before he saw the familiar frame of Joy walking down the sidewalk towards the station. He walked towards her and once she noticed him she veered off course and followed along with him. She nodded her head towards the car and the two silently got it.

“Okay, here’s where things are going to be tricky. Let me just explain what to do and then you do it, if you still want to that is.” Joy said, her words tumbling out of her mouth.

“Yeah, sure, just walk me through it.” Mark said, feigning confidence.

“Right. So, behind my left ear is a little raised bump of skin, that’s a power switch. Hold that down for fifteen seconds and that’ll completely power me down. Then we’re going to have to go somewhere that I’ve never been to before, your place will probably be good. Once we get there power me back on and we can delete the log files.”

Mark nodded along with Joy’s tirade, “Okay, but why do you need to be, uh, powered off?”

“So that I don’t accidentally connect to a network between here and there. I probably won't, but I just have to make sure.” Joy replied.

“Oh, that makes sense. Good thinking there.” Mark said. Then he looked towards Joy, steeling himself. “Ready?”

“Yep” Joy said, chipper as ever.

Mark reached out to Joy and slid his hand along the left side of her head and around her ear. His fingertips brushed against the small mound of skin there and pressed into it. As Joy had said, after fifteen seconds her eyes suddenly closed and she seemed to slump down in the seat. Mark sat in silence looking at Joy for a minute and then started the car and drove to his apartment. Once he pulled into the parking lot it was nearly seven’o’clock and the majority of the residents were in their apartments for the evening. Mark spent a moment looking around the parking lot to make sure everything was safe and sound then quickly got out of his car, opened the door on Joy’s side and, somewhat awkwardly, lifted her out of the car and into his arms. He managed to make it to his apartment door, unlock it and get inside without being noticed.

Once inside he laid Joy down on the couch in his sparsely decorated living room. After he caught his breath he tapped the power button on the back of her head again and waited. When Joy didn’t immediately pop back up Mark began to panic a bit, pacing back and forth in front of Joy. As he paced Joy’s operating system was coming online, initializing her various components and attempting to connect to any available network. When none was found she continued her boot sequence and her eyes clicked open.

“Model number three eight nine zero seven online. Operating name, Joy Hatford. Enabling human emulation now.” she said in a flat, emotionless voice before her eyes closed again, then opened up but looked more natural. She sat up on the couch and looked to Mark, and a wide smile spread across her face.

“Yes! Okay, good, okay. So, this is going to be the uh, the more difficult part. You’re going to need to connect me to a computer or laptop or something and then manually browse through my file system and find the log files that I generate. Don’t look so concerned, I can walk you through that.” Joy said, standing up now and wearing a comforting smile on her face. Mark nodded along and held up a finger before dashing down the hall to his bedroom and returning a moment later with a laptop.

“Perfect! Okay so, I can tell you what to do from here on out, but you’re going to have to be the one to do it. I’m not a full administrator on certain parts of my own system, but an external source can be.” She sucked in a breath and smiled, “So, let's get started shall we”

Joy turned her head to the left and tapped her temple on the opposite side of where the programming chip had been inserted earlier.
“Okay, go ahead and push in here, pretty hard, until you feel a click”

Mark placed his index finger on her temple and pressed inward, and in response Joy scrunched up her face and sucked in a breath through her teeth, hissing slightly as if in pain. Mark immediately stopped pushing and as a result, Joy’s face returned to normal.

“Something wrong?” Joy said, looking towards Mark.

“Well, you just looked like it was hurting you is all.” Mark replied.

“I’m just a machine Mark, I can’t feel pain. It’s just a preprogrammed response to a human trying to access something that would give away that I’m a robot. It’ll stop when you finish opening the port there.” She smiled at him, attempting to comfort him. “Try again.” Mark did, pressing his finger into the side of Joy’s head and despite her hissing in simulated pain he did feel a small click under his fingers. When he did he stopped applying pressure and a small round section of her skin moved away from her head. This time Joy reached up and tugged off the small patch of artificial flesh and set it on the table next to the couch.

“Okay, good. Now, reach in and pull out the data cable. It’s just a regular USB cable, so you can plug it in to your laptop.”

Mark did as he was told, gingerly gripping the tip of the cable with his thumb and index finger, he pulled the length of the thin cable out and plugged it into his computer. Immediately a small window popped up asking for his permission to install drivers and management software. Naturally, he clicked through the prompts and let the software install. Once it was done there was a small chime to let him, and Joy, know that the process was complete.

“Good, good. Okay so you should see a new drive added to your computer. It’ll be my name and a bunch of numbers after it.” Joy said.

“Yep, right here.” Mark said with a small measure of glee.

“Okay, good, open that then look through those files, you should see a folder called event logs. Right?”
Mark scanned through the folder, it took him a while before he found what he was looking for, but with time, discovered the event logs folder. Inside of it were hundreds of simple text files, all noted with a date and time.

“Safe to assume you want the one with today’s date at about the time we were at the strip club?” Mark said.

“You got it. Open that up and look for a line in it that says something like privacy breach”

“Okie dokie”

Mark found the proper file and then the right line, in bold letters there was a line after a series of malfunctions and temperature warnings that said there had been a breach in her human emulation. The line after it noted that a network could not be reached to report the error and then several hundred lines of the same alert ending in a single line that said “power loss”

“Got it, ok yeah it says there was a breach in human emulation. Now what?” Mark said, his eyes darting from the screen up to Joy’s face.

“Highlight that line, then replace it with one that says ‘no action required, colon, emulation exception handler, colon, no issue report. Then just save it.”

Mark followed along with her each step of the way and in the end saved the file. After he saved he only briefly saw Joy’s eyes flutter for a second, presumably as the new information was entered into her operating system, but aside from that everything seemed just fine. At Joy’s behest, Mark disconnected the USB cable and it immediately gained tension. He guided it back into her head so it didn’t whip around her face and she replaced the patch of skin over it, pressing inward and clicking it into place. Had Mark not just seen a cable dangling out of her head he would have sworn she was a real woman, but now he knew better.

“Okay, that’s it. I think we’re all good now. Only one real way to find out though. Can I connect to your wifi?” Joy asked and Mark nodded, telling her the password. Her operating system quickly connected and Mark found himself holding his breath. After a few seconds he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Well?” He said, impatiently.

“No alerts or anything, I think we did it!” Joy said and smiled brightly. She wrapped her arms around Mark and hugged him tight. She took a step back and lowered her eyes a bit and chewed on her lower lip for a moment.

“You know, you did pay for a private session at the club and you didn’t really get it. So maybe as a way of saying thank you I could, you know, do that for you now?” Joy said, a coy smile creeping across her face. Mark wouldn't turn that down and nodded gleefully at Joy.

Mark found himself pushed down onto his own couch with Joy looming over him. Her shirt was quickly off of her followed immediately by her bra. Mark was already enjoying the view, though it was certainly quicker than any strip tease he had seen before. Joy was already working her shorts down her lean slender thighs and letting them fall off of her. She was now fully nude, her lightly tanned skin made her look exotic in Mark's dimly lit apartment, a look that was accentuated by her large breasts and her pouty lips. Joy didn’t stop there though, she tossed her red hair to one side and leaned forward, her hands landing on the back of the couch on either side of Mark’s shoulders. Her breasts were now delightfully on display directly in front of Mark.

“Go ahead, you can touch me. There’s no rules here, and goodness knows I’m going to touch you.” Joy said, as one of her hands fell to Marks shoulder and trailed over his chest down to his crotch. Her slender delicate fingers began to expertly unbutton and unzip his jeans. Mark figured she had some very specific programming on how exactly to do that without fumbling. Once his zipper was undone he couldn’t stop his rock hard cock from springing out from the opening in his boxers. Joy’s hand was immediately on it, stroking up and down the shaft while her thumb teased at the head.

Mark's hands flew, as if completely beyond his control, to cup both of Joy’s breasts. He marveled at just how real they felt, there wasn’t a single trace of the plastic feeling he would have expected from a robot with fake tits. These felt like they were a real woman’s breasts. He played with them, toying with the feel of them and delighting in the natural sway they had as her body moved. He teased her nipples, briefly and gently pinching or rolling them slightly between his fingers. Joy was already moaning from Mark’s touch, and the complex system of pumps in her pelvis was seeping artificial lubricants into her robotic vagina.

The two had been toying with each other for long enough, Joy suddenly stopped rubbing Mark's cock and instead began wiggling his pants and boxers down his legs until they too were a crumpled heap on the floor. Without any hesitation she swung herself into Marks lap and aligned herself with his crotch. She lowered herself onto him and he penetrated her without any issue. She felt tight, perfectly wet and absolutely amazing to Mark. Her hips rolled and she bounced ever so slightly up and down on his shaft. Each motion causing her breasts to sway and jiggle realistically.

Mark's hands were immediately on her body. He was already blinded to the lust that he was feeling from Joy’s body against his and her robotic sex taking in his cock. He groped and grabbed at whatever his hands could find and both of them were grumbling and growling with pure lust fueled pleasure.

Mark lost all track of the time they were together but soon he felt the swelling of an orgasm travel through his body. Great spurts of hot sticky fluids filled Joy and in that moment she threw her head back and cried out. The two of them orgasmed together and in the end Joy fell forward against Mark. The heat from their bodies passing between the two and Mark noted that Joy felt so much warmer than he did. After seeing the log files from her operating system, Mark gathered that she, perhaps, needed a better cooling system.

The two panted and kissed and held each other long into the night, but in the end Joy let Mark know that she had to leave or else her internal battery power would force her to. Mark reluctantly nodded, gave her one final passionate kiss goodbye, and she left for the evening. Mark couldn’t remember the last time he had had that much raw sexual pleasure or heart pounding fun with a girl. He made the choice that very night that the next time he and Joy met for tennis lessons that he would ask her to go on a date with him, a real proper date. With any luck, maybe this would be the start of many evenings the two of them would spend together.

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Tennis Anyone?

2026-05-01T17:29:59Z

Natalie Bayer:

Technically Supported

2026-05-01T17:28:23Z

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=Part 1=

    It was late at Campbell and Associates. The corporate offices for the various financial institutes around the country closed at 6 PM, but that hardly meant that all the employees left. The small digital clock in the corner of Megan’s screen rolled over to read eleven o’clock, while the glow of her monitors and the hum of overhead lights illuminated her baby blue eyes. The email she was writing caused her shoulder length copper-toned hair to glow oddly as the light washed over it. She was writing an email to Jacob, the closest thing she had to a second in command in her department. Jacob had no real authority when it came to his co-workers, but he had been with the company for so long that everyone looked up to him and respected his insights.

    Megan’s email was granting Jacob a small amount of her authority in the form of forwarding her emails to him and unofficially asking him to keep the IT department running smoothly. This wasn’t something she would normally do, but she was going to be indisposed for a week and needed to leave the care of her department to someone who she trusted, and she trusted Jacob.

    The email was sent and sped on its way to Jacob, who would see it the next morning for sure. After that, Megan powered down her computer, pushed herself away from her desk, and stood up to leave. As she did there was a small quiet knock on the door to her office. She wasn’t surprised by that, even at this hour - she was expecting it. Opening the door, she was greeted by two women, both wearing sterile white jumpsuits with the company logo embossed on the upper right of the chest. One of them was holding a clipboard in her hands.

    “Megan Aster?” she said, looking from the clipboard to Megan.

    “Yes, that’s me. I was just wrapping up here. Can you give me just a second?” Megan replied, and she received a polite nod from her visitors. The two women stepped back into the main office of the IT department and over to a large cardboard box that was open and filled with foam inserts.

    Megan verified that her computer was powered completely down, and swept the remaining paperwork into a folder and dropped it into a drawer. She turned back to the door, clicked the light off and closed the door and locked it. She then walked through the relatively dimly lit central “bullpen” setup of the IT office, where every individual workbench was pressed against the perimeter wall. In the center of the room now stood the two women and the box, which was currently sitting on a low rolling cart.

    “Ready?” the woman with the clipboard chirped as Megan stepped closer.

    “Yes, powering down.” Megan replied and let her eyes slip closed.

    One of the women quickly stepped up behind her and braced Megan as she began to tip backwards. The second woman quickly moved to grab her at the knees and the two lifted Megan up and set her into the form fitting interior of the cardboard box.

    “Jeez, she could have at least given us some warning or something.” One of the women said, pressing Megan’s head snugly into the foam.

    “Can’t blame her really,” the other replied, “It’s her efficiency programming. You did the same thing when it was time for your yearly service”

    “Did not” The first responded with an air of mock indignity.

    “We all do and you know it. Now, off we go”

    The two wheeled the cart out of the IT office and to the elevator which took them to the parking garage where Megan, still inside of her cardboard shipping box, was loaded into a company van and driven off to a secondary facility for upkeep.

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    Jacob Bickers woke up like he did every other Friday - rolling out of bed far earlier than he needed to, picking up his phone, then stumbling to the kitchen. Still half asleep he clicked on the coffee pot which he had filled the night before and flopped onto the couch. Through bleary eyes he unlocked his phone and saw in his email app that there was an alert of a new important email. He rolled his eyes, nearly every accountant, bookkeeper, and suit thought their email was important. Jacob had grown reluctant to open work emails before he was in the office, on most days he was reluctant to open them even when he was at work.

He looked at the email and was actually surprised, it was from Megan. It was probably something like an announcement about a new piece of hardware they were implementing or a company policy update, but Jacob liked Megan, she was no-nonsense and kinda cute. She was around his age too and he hoped to one day ask her to drinks or something, once he got the courage to do so, but for now he would impress her by making sure he read everything she said.

Jacob’s eyebrow piqued when he saw that this particular email was not sent to the entire department, it was sent only to him and Megan’s direct supervisor, Victoria Sanders. There was a second email that was much shorter, it explained that Megan would be out of the office on personal business for a week and that if the team needed guidance they should turn to Jacob. He opened the email directly from Megan and read it carefully, twice in fact.

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I hope this email finds you well this Friday morning. I will be out of the office for the next week on personal business and would like to ask that you keep an eye on the department while I am away. I’ve already forwarded my email to you, and expect you to use your best judgement on any high priority matters that come in to my inbox while I am away. I’ve already let Victoria know that you’ll be handling a significant portion of my workload while I am out.

Please don’t forget to run the weekly ticket closure report and submit it to the Operations team on Monday morning. If you need anything else you can reach out to Victoria.

Thank you for your willingness to help,

Megan Aster

Director of Information Technology and Services

Campbell & Associates, LLC
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    Jacob sighed after reading the email. He had hoped for something a bit more exciting, not additional duties and paperwork to do in addition to his regular schedule of resetting passwords for someone. It wasn’t that Jacob hated his job, it was something more akin to apathetic about it. There’s only so many times you can tell someone to get onto the right wifi before the printer will work, or reset someone’s password again. So rarely did a truly exciting project come along that when one did, he would attack it and pour himself into it. This sort of hunger for something thrilling had lead to him being a stellar employee, always willing to pitch in and always on top of his work.

    Jacob finished his morning routine as he would any other day, arriving to work fifteen minutes early and clocking in. The IT office was still dark and Jacob realized that he wasn’t used to having to turn on the lights, Megan was always here before him to open things up. After fumbling along the wall he finally found the switch and turned on half the lights, he liked working in the dark after all, additionally none of his co-workers were due to show up for another hour anyway. So there he sat, in the dim, quiet IT office on the third floor of a building in downtown, wasting time on the internet and ignoring his workload.

    He was just getting in to an article on recent development in civilian and civil A.I. controlled construction robots when a small pop-up in the lower right hand corner of his screen alerted him to an email that had arrived from Victoria. Clicking on the pop-up opened the email in a new window. Jacob noticed that the email had been sent to Megan, not to Jacob, which he thought was an odd choice considering that Victoria had at least been alerted to the fact that Jacob was taking over for her for the week.

    Scanning the email though Jacob reasoned why, just from the subject line alone he had a hunch.

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|From: Victoria Sanders (vsanders@CAA.com)

To: Megan Aster (master@CAA.com)

Subject: Connection issues

Megan,

I’m having a connection issue again. I can’t seem to keep myself on the internal network. I’ll be online from 7am until 10am. Please correct this issue as soon as you are able.

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    “Thank god you included all the relevant information to help do the job” Jacob commented to no one in particular, punctuating the statement by rolling his eyes. He got up from his office chair and picked up his laptop and stuffed it into his satchel. He huffed and walked out of the IT room and to the lobby for his floor, poking the button to call an elevator upwards. Victoria was on the fifth floor, not quite prestigious enough to be on the same floor as the other C level admin, but high enough in station to have her own office.

    Jacob stepped off the elevator, feeling underdressed as he wore khaki cargo pants and a button up shirt that was never tucked in. Comparatively everyone else on the floor was sporting slacks and suits and all of them gave Jacob the kind of look that screamed “wrong floor.” Despite that, Jacob trudged through the floor and found Victoria’s office and knocked twice on the door.

    “Com in.” Jacob heard from the other side of the door and stepped into Victoria’s office with more than a little apprehension.

    “Can I help you Jacob?” Victoria said, looking up from her computer. She was flanked by a wall of floor to ceiling windows which faced out into the city. The early morning light contrasted sharply with her long black hair that was bundled up into a messy bun that was popular among women her age. She looked like she could be anywhere from late twenties to somewhere in her early thirties, to Jacob’s knowledge no one had ever asked for clarity on her exact age, though he assumed she was on the older end of the spectrum, no one in their late twenties was as successful as Victoria was.

    “I uh, you sent an email to Megan about a connection issue. She’s out for a week and I'm handling all her tickets,” Jacob said, trying his best not to let his eyes wander. Victoria was nothing if not gorgeous. She was a little more busty than someone would expect for someone in her position, but her look scratched a certain type of “sexy executive” role. Jacob himself had shamelessly fantasized about her more than once, but he tried to push that from his mind at the moment. He managed to focus by staring intently at her green eyes and remembering to smile.

    Victoria blinked a few times while looking at Jacob, it was almost like she was rolling something around in her head, weighing the pros and cons of something. Eventually though she slowly nodded and stood up, she stepped away from her desk and pushed the chair in and tapped the power button on her laptop, the machine hibernated itself and she closed the lid.

    “Megan normally does all her work for me in her office, we should go there now.” Victoria said as she stepped past Jacob, the heels she wore clicked against the smooth lacquered cement floor as she did.

    “Wh-what but aren’t you having-” Victoria was already moving out of the office and was half way down the hall to the elevator, Jacob had to half walk, half jog to catch up to her. When he did manage to make it to her side he wasn’t quite out of breath, he was in good enough shape, but he wasn’t expecting this much physical exertion this early in the morning. Though it did allow Jacob to take in the curvy body shape that Victoria somehow squeezed into a pencil skirt and blazer. Stepping into the elevator, Victoria had already pushed the button for Jacob’s floor and the doors slid shut shortly after Jacob stepped in.

    “So, what kind of connection issues are you having?” Jacob said, trying to gather information as nonchalantly as possible.

    “We can discuss my issues once we arrive in Megan’s office.” was Victoria’s curt reply.

    The rest of the mercifully short ride was spent in silence, as was the walk to the IT office. There was still no other IT technicians in the office yet, and as they approached the door to Megan’s office Victoria produced a key from inside of her blazer. With it she quickly unlocked Megan’s office and held the door open for Jacob to walk through. Once inside Jacob flicked on the lights. The over head lights lit up Megan’s desk, which was pushed against one wall, next to it at a ninety degree angle was a standard looking workbench. It was the same style of workbench that the rest of the technicians used, polished stainless steel with an LED overhead light and a set of shelves built approximately 3 feet above the surface.

In addition to a variety of neatly organized tools on the shelves, Megan also kept a variety of gadgets and tools that Jacob had never seen, nor had he seen her use them. She had screwdriver like tools with no discernable head on them, just a long thin rod with a rounded tip, or something that looked like a sturdy base with a rounded central pillar on it with dozens of gold plated connection points. These were intermixed with pliers, a soldering iron, and small kits of specialized tools.

Jacob turned to see Victoria clicking the door lock into place, which immediately set him on edge.

    “You have a current NDA on file with us, correct?” Victoria asked, politely and with no threat at all in her voice.

    “Uh, y-yeah I do.” Jacob said, more than a little confused at the question.

    “Good. Then I would like to remind you at this moment that discussing company equipment and the repairs you perform on them fall under that NDA and strictly forbid you from disclosing any and all information about said equipment.”

    “Yep, that’s exactly how I understood it.” Jacob said, his mind reeling.

    “Very well, then-” Victoria said walking across the room and easily hopped up on to the work bench, sitting politely with her hands folded neatly into her lap. “I appear to be having a connection issue, my cranial module is not detecting a physical connection to the rest of my body. I am currently remotely connecting the two modules, but my cranial module is beginning to lose power rapidly.” She said, matter of factually.

    Jacob blinked several times and stared directly at Victoria as she spoke, his mind struggling to keep up with the words she was saying, let alone the meaning behind them. Stammering, he tried his best to cohesively respond.

    “A-are you... What do you mean when you say you... I- I don’t think I understand.”

    Victoria’s mouth flattened to a thin line and she donned a look of disappointment, she even went as far as to let out a sigh.

    “I can only assume this is the first time you’ve worked on an android in a corporate setting. I’ll speak with Megan when she returns about getting you some more hands on training. For now though, you’ll need this-”

    Victoria turned slightly on the table and took down the podium-like piece of equipment from the shelf behind her and held it out to Jacob.

    “Plug that into a power outlet and then remove my head, it should lock into place on that.”

    Jacob took the pedestal and nodded stupidly, still in disbelief. If what Victoria was telling him was true, and she was actually an android, then she was by far the most advanced robot he had ever seen. He had only ever heard of the more industrial style robots that were more bulky internal frames with a metallic blocky outer body. Mostly used for construction or hazardous areas, but Victoria was something else. Jacob, and surely other employees, had lusted after her curvaceous body. She had the kind of young beautiful face that would entice anyone to bed with her, but to Jacob’s knowledge he had never seen her outside of the office. If she was indeed an android though, that would make plenty of logical sense.

    Jacob walked up next to Victoria, he couldn't help but look towards her neck, he didn't see any seams or even an indication that her head was removable at all. Presumably that was intentional, if she was indeed manufactured to look human then they would take every precaution to make sure something simple like a seam or joint cover or something wouldn’t be obvious. He plugged in the device to the electrical outlet on the wall then looked towards Victoria.

    “OK, uh, there we go. So now how do I…” He trailed off, looking towards Victoria, specifically at her throat but his eyes continued to drift downward over her rounded breasts, before they snapped back up to her neck.

    “It’s very straight forward. Put your hands on either side of her my head, then turn it until it does not turn any more, then turn it very sharply and you’ll disengage the manual locks. Then it will simply lift off of the neck port.” Victoria said, her tone was very matter of fact, as if this process were the most normal and mundane of tasks, but Jacob’s heart was pounding against his rib cage with an increasing tempo. He took a step to the side and stood directly in front of Victoria, who uncrossed her legs and spread them a little bit wider, allowing Jacob to slide between them, close enough to easily place one hand on either side of Victoria’s head. Her arms fell to her side, and her face became an unassuming mask, Jacob presumed this was some kind of preparation for a disconnect. He took a deep breath and became painfully aware that his crotch was pressed into the hem of Victoria’s skirt.

    Jacob began to turn Victoria’s head, as he did so he could feel the slightest resistance, and he had the slightest inclination that there was a subtle vibration, almost like dozens of small motors were working to turn her head back to a neutral position. Soon though, her head was at the limit of how far whatever mechanisms in her neck would allow, and as instructed, he quickly twisted her head further. Jacob nearly dropped Victoria’s head as the manual locks disengaged, the seam he had been looking for formed when the skin suddenly separated and Victoria’s head lifted quickly off of her neck.

    Jacob stared at Victoria’s head in his hands for more than a few moments, but she remained as she was, eyes open and staring straight ahead, mouth closed and tight lipped with her long black hair bunched up on top of her head. He glanced past her head to her body, and saw that the top of her neck was now capped with a chrome like plate set just below the layer of quarter inch think skin that made up her throat. On top of the plate was a post that stuck up in the middle, lined with small golden plated connection terminals. They were similar in size and shape to what Jacob had seen so many times on the expansion cards he installed in a computer. He flipped Victoria’s head over in his hands and saw that there was a matching indentation where the post would easily fit, and inside he saw match arrays of small gold plated connection points.

    Jacob’s eyes shifted to the podium like device on the table that Victoria had told him he would need and the dots began to connect in his head. The post on the device would fit into her neck exactly the same way her head would fit onto her neck. Jacob aligned her head above the podium and was about to click it into place when he had a devious thought. Perhaps his brain had lost enough blood as it traveled to lower parts of his body, or maybe he was just in disbelief, but he set Victoria’s head down on the workbench instead of on the mount on the device, which he nudged out of the way as well. Next he gently guided Victoria’s body down to lay on the workbench, which turned out to be more work than he expected as he had to lift her legs and move her body all at once.

    Jacob finally managed to get Victoria situated on the work bench and quickly drew the conclusion that once her head was disconnected, her body was taken offline, which made sense once he began to think about it. Victoria had, after all, said that she was having connection issues between her body and her head. However, Jacob was now alone in a locked office with, arguably, one of the most beautiful young women he had ever seen, and she wasn’t even a woman, she was a piece of equipment that the company owned. It didn’t take much for his mind to wander, and after a brief internet search into some more obscure technical websites he found that there was a surprisingly large amount of hacks, upgrades, and most interestingly, workarounds for androids.

    Jacob didn’t want to get too wild, nor did he want to get too obvious with any changes he might make to Victoria’s programming, not to mention he was merely half an hour away from other IT staff showing up. So he did something that was perhaps against his better judgement. He picked up his laptop and downloaded an automated install app that would break through Victoria’s security systems, aided by Jacob’s administrator password, and patch minor parts of her operating system that would allow him what amounted to a back door to her systems.

    As soon as the app was downloaded he set his laptop down next to the small podium like device and found a dataport on the back of it, tugged the cable there out and plugged it into his laptop. Once his computer finished installing some drivers and he had the instructions open for the hack, he prepared himself. He thought very little of the long term ramifications if this went wrong, but he was also already in the process of looking for and applying for other jobs, so maybe this would be just what he needed. The first step was to open the hack application, which opened quickly and began blaring catchy but obnoxious techno while proudly displaying the name of the hacker group that had made it, Jacob quickly muted the program but left the system sound on. Then a prompt popped up on his screen letting Jacob know that it was waiting for the head module of the android to be connected.

    This was it, Jacob picked up Victoria’s head and gently clicked it into place on the podium and nothing happened. His computer didn’t recognize anything had changed and Jacob pursed his lips. Then he remembered why he had been contacted in the first place, her head wasn’t connecting to other devices, of course. He twisted her head sharply in one direction on the podium and unlocked it before quickly pulling it off the device and turning it over. He quickly pulled out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight and peered into the port where the post would connect and quickly found the problem. There were rows and rows of gold plated contacts inside of her neck, but one had popped loose, and since her head was connected to the podium and her neck it had twisted and warped.

    Jacob found a pair of needle nose pliers from Megan’s workbench and sat down in the chair at her desk. He propped Victoria’s head upside down between his legs and shined a light inside of her open neck with one hand and with the other tried to gently pry the golden contact free. It took more work that he would have expected, but it popped loose. He set it down on Megan’s desk and then set Victoria’s head down next to it. The damage to the plate seemed to be fairly minimal, the once flat plate had popped loose and been twisted upward. With a little bit of gently work from the pliers and the butt end of a screwdriver Jacob was able to pound the plate back into the original form.

    After a minute or two of gently trying to pop the gold plate back into place Jacob managed to get it just right and the component was in place and he assumed working. Quickly taking Victoria’s head back to the workbench next to her inert body, he slid it back over the podium with a satisfying click. He immediately heard his computer chime that a new device had been connected. He peeked around at the screen and a small progress bar was pacing along his screen causing him to grin. As he was watching his computer screen Victoria’s eyes popped open suddenly and her mouth began to move, forming words and speaking aloud.

    “Virtual Supervisor unit VS eight nine two eight three online. Update from external source detected. Install this update?” She said, her eyes clicked to look at Jacob as she asked the question.

    Jacob ran his hand instinctually through his sandy blond hair and nodded. He then realized that a nod was probably not enough of a confirmation for the robot.

    “Yes, install update.” He said, hopeful that the word ‘yes’ would be all she needed.

    “Confirmed, installing update from external source. One moment please.” Victoria replied, her voice even and her tone flat. Jacob looked back at hsi screen and the progress bar progressed further and further. Soon there was a small chime from inside of Victoria’s head that alerted Jacob that the updates were finished and there was a new pop up on his laptop alerting him that the patch had been applied.

    “Rebooting”

    Jacob suddenly looked up from his computer to Victoria who’s eyes were fluttering shut and his computer chimed that a device had been disconnected. Jacob waited patiently while Victoria’s head rebooted, chewing idly on his lower lip and fidgeting with his hands. Soon though there was a small beep and Victoria’s eyes clicked open and began to scan the room briefly before finding their way to Jacob.

    “Hello Jacob, how are you today?” she said, her tone was unusually chipper for her.

    “Uh good, how are you feeling?” Jacob replied, weary of what her response would be, and if this was even typical of a rebooted android.

    “I’m feeling good. Feeling good. Fee-fee-feeling good. I’m fe-fe-feeling good. Good. Why do you ask? Do you ask? Why do you- feel good- ask?” With each slight stutter and vocal tick one of Victoria’s eyes quickly snapped closed then back open. Jacob jumped to his feet and stood over her as she began to stammer. He was afraid to even answer the question she had posed, but her eyes followed him, though they lagged a half second behind his location.

    “Shit, shit! Uh, goddammit.” Jacob said in a panic, and without thinking plucked Victoria’s head from the device it had been sitting on. It immediately powered off and her face was frozen with a smile that looked genuinely happy, but her eyes were only half closed, giving her a slightly unnerving appearance. Jacob set the head down and dashed to his laptop where he read through the instructions a second then third time. There was, of course, no mention of this type of scenario. He took a breath to steady himself and began to think. Luckily standard IT experience had taught him one thing, a reboot is good for all that ails you.

    So he gingerly clicked Victoria’s head back into place on the podium and waited. Moments later her face returned to a neutral position, her eyes closed and her mouth returning to the thin neutral position they had been in before. He knew that any second now she would power back on and he only hoped that she was better.

“Virtual Supervisor unit VS eight nine two eight three online. New software detected, integrating into existing operating system.” She said in the same even, unassuming tone she had when Jacob first plugged her in to the device.

Jacob pumped his fist once and sat down again, his leg bouncing rapidly up and down as the android continued to boot. After a few more moments of silence Victoria’s green eyes swiveled smoothly in their sockets to look at Jacob.

“Hello Jacob, were you able to repair me?” She said in her familiar smooth tones.

“I think so, you can connect to my computer and the, uh, whatever this is.”  “It’s a universal android service port.” Victoria said.

“Right, yeah, so originally you couldn’t do that, and now you can. So I’d like to disconnect you from here and put you back on your body.”

“Agreed, switching to internal power sources.” She said and her eyes slipped closed for only a moment before she looked back at Jacob. “Thank you for waiting, I am ready.”

Jacob, prompted by Victoria’s permission, twisted her head off of the podium and lined it up with the chrome like disk in her neck and pushed in and then sharply in the opposite direction from when he had disconnected it. With her head now locked in to place, Victoria sat up on the table and smoothly hopped off. She dusted herself off and gave Jacob and approving nod.

“Good work Jacob, I’ll be sure to let Megan know that you took good care of me when she returns. I’d like to remind you that everything that happened here is strictly confidential.”

“Of course!” Jacob replied and smiled. He knew now that he had a backdoor into her systems and had designated himself as a power user on her systems. According to the documentation for the hack there was a trigger phrase that was built in to the software, it was customizable, but Jacob figured before Victoria left that he should at least try it out.

“Before you go Victoria, I do have a question.” Jacob said, trying desperately to keep his voice even.

“Certainly, I’m sure you have many questions, but please make them quick” Victoria said, turning to face Jacob, tucking her hands behind her back. Her head was tilted ever so slightly to the side and Jacob even noticed that her impressive chest was rising and falling like she was breathing. She looked so human, but Jacob now knew that she was nothing more than a very well built machine.

    “Do you still need a cup of sugar?” Jacob asked. Even he thought it sounded ridiculous, but it was a phrase that no truly robotic creation would need, and certainly not in a corporate setting, but common enough that it could be played off as a joke or a simple mistake if it didn’t trigger anything. There was, of course, a return phrase to let Jacob know if it had worked or not. Victoria’s eyebrows scrunched slightly as the CPU bank inside of her processed the words, parsed them into usable code phrases, and then ran the whole of it through her internal database of possible responses. Her A.I. found a hit, and passed the information to her operating system which responded to Jacob.

She stood up straight now, the slight swaying and breathing motions she had been performing before stopped completely, and her head straightened up. She wasn’t quite standing at attention, but she was certainly holding very still. That was Jacob’s first indication that what he had done was working. All he needed now was to hear the return phrase and he knew he would have her.

“No thank you, I just went shopping this morning.” Victoria replied, her voice still sounding like a response Victoria would have to a question like that so that anyone nearby wouldn’t know that Victoria was now running a modified version of her human emulation software. Jacob needed to be sure she was his though, he thought for a moment and then asked her to do something that wasn’t work related, but not outlandish.

“Victoria, touch your nose and cross your eyes.” Jacob said, watching her with rapt attention. Victoria did exactly as he has told her to, perfectly moving her right index finger to her nose and her eyes crossing perfectly. She remained like that while Jacob smiled at her like an idiot. As soon as he had his confirmation he nodded and let her know she could return to a standing position. He loved the idea of having a higher up in his pocket, there were so many possibilities now. He could get a slight raise, he could likely force her to put in for a promotion for him to an easier position. Then a thought crossed his mind and he bit his lower lip again.

“Victoria, are you programmed for sexual intercourse?” Jacob asked, stumbling a little over the words and becoming painfully aware that his face was likely glowing red.

“Yes, though I am not equipped with a vaginal or anal entry, but I could perform oral sex.” She said, her tone still flat and then her face melted into a somewhat sly smile and she took a single step towards Jacob, one foot landing directly in front of the other.

“Why? Were you looking for something a little, exciting?” She said, her eyebrows waggled up and down as she asked.

“I, uh, w-well. Maybe. But uh, not now.” Jacob said, cursing himself for not working faster. His eyes darted to the clock hanging over the door to Megan’s office. They had already been here for half an hour, and someone was on the schedule to show up within the next fifteen minutes. Jacob was mockingly confident that a blow job from a robot specifically programmed for that would have no problems finishing her other duties as assigned in time, he wanted to enjoy it.

“No, uh, no. ok can you return to your normal programming mode or something and return to your desk?” Jacob said, remembering that he hadn’t exactly looked up how to remove the altered state she was in, but she seemed to respond to verbal requests pretty well.

“Sure thing hun.” Victoria said, then stepped forward, planting a small sweet kiss on Jacob’s cheek. She then took a few steps back into her original position, precisely where she was when Jacob had initiated the hack. Her eyes closed for what appeared to be just a long blink and her face contorted back to its original “business only” look.

“Thank you Jacob, I’ll be sure to let Megan know that you took good care of me when she returns. I’d like to remind you that everything that happened here is strictly confidential.” Victoria said, repeating the exact wording she had said just before Jacob had uttered the trigger phrase. Jacob nodded and Victoria turned, unlocked the door, and stepped out.

It felt like Jacob had been holding in a full breath the entire time, which he now let out in one long huff. It had worked, not only that but he had managed to discover that Victoria was an android and repair her. Today was shaping up to be a great day. Jacob smiled widely and set about putting away everything he had gotten out to fix Victoria. Then a thought crossed his mind, today might be a good day, but Victoria was essentially his now, and he was always at work long before anyone else in the IT department, and Victoria could lock Megan’s office. Tomorrow might be an even better day.

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    Jacob spent the rest of his day only half paying attention to the tasks he was assigned. No one else in the IT department seemed to take any notice of it though, in fact most of them let him know that he could pass off some of his work since he was having to do Megan’s work while she was out. None of that really helped him to pass the rest of the day away.

    After what felt like an eternity, Jacob’s day finally ended and he made his way back home. He spent the remainder of his evening dreaming about what work would be like the next day, and what he could make Victoria do to him and for him. He made his way into the office the next morning, early like usual, but today it was much earlier than previous days, nearly an hour before his shift started. It was around 5am when he walked into the IT office and he immediately logged in to his computer and opened an email to Victoria, asking that she come down to the IT office and unlock Megan’s office as he had left some of his tools in there yesterday.

    It was a mere ten minutes before Victoria arrived in the IT office. She pushed open the door and stepped into the office. Today she was sporting a pantsuit with a smart-looking button-up white blouse and a tight-fitting black turtleneck sweater. Jacob thought that, while very stylish, that the turtleneck must be difficult on her heat management systems, a thought he had to shake from his head. Her hair was still up in the messy bun that she had been sporting the day before. Victoria moved quickly across the office to Megan’s door and unlocked it.

    “Thanks Victoria, sorry for the inconvenience” Jacob said as he walked into Megan’s office.

    “It’s no problem, just try to remember to gather all your belongings next time.” Victoria said, standing in the doorway.

    “Do you still need a cup of sugar?” Jacob said, once he was in the room.

    Victoria, as predicted, stood up straight and looked directly at Jacob.

    “No thank you, I just went shopping this morning.” At that, her previous neutral expression faded into a smirk, her eyes somehow softened and her hands rose to the messy bun on her head and pulled free the scrunchy holding it in place. She shook her head back and forth and her hair tumbled off of her head and down to rest around mid back.

    “Long time no see Jacob” Victoria said, her voice was deeper, darker, and filled with lust.

    “Too long, why don’t you come in here and lock that door behind you.” Jacob said, and Victoria wordlessly complied. Once latched, she stepped over towards Jacob, her hands already dragging the turtleneck up her belly and over her well rounded breasts. By the time she had stepped up in front of Jacob the sweater lay on the floor, and her long dark hair was teased outward, making her look more and more like she was ready to take Jacob to bed. She didn’t hesitate, and neither did Jacob. Their lips met and the passion in their kiss quickly escalated into half groans of pleasure, and deep sighs.

    Jacob’s hands were immediately on Victoria’s breasts, they were, perhaps a little more firm and fake than he would have expected, though later once his full attention was restored he would realize that there would be no point in making a corporate android, like Victoria, have realistic breasts. Victoria gently swatted away Jacob’s hands after a few long moments of groping and squeezing at her chest. She instead set about quickly and efficiently unbuttoning her blouse. Jacob tried to help but only fumbled at the buttons and quickly realized that Victoria was moving with a kind of mechanical efficiency and resigned to simply let her do what she was programmed to do. She shrugged out of the shirt and let it tumble off of her body.

    Jacob pressed a hand against the back of Victoria’s head and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue glide into her waiting mouth. Her tongue, much like her breasts, felt more fake than he would have guessed, but again, the sound was coming from a speaker assembly in her throat, not the complex movements of her tongue in conjunction with a vocal chord. He didn’t complain though, as their tongues danced against each other he could feel the small slight movements of the tiny motors inside of her that made her mouth come alive.

    Without even realizing it Victoria’s bra had slipped off and she now stood bare-chested against Jacob. Feeling this, Jacob broke the kiss and stepped back, bumping against Megan’s desk. Victoria stepped up to him and in response Jacob slid down a bit, pressing his lips against one of Victoria’s obviously artificial breasts. Jacob realized that there was no nipple there, just one long continuous mound of soft flesh, and the firm gel like silicone below it. Victoria let her head roll to one side and then back, letting out a deep moan that sounded like it came from the pit of her throat.

    Jacob delighted himself for a long minute at her breasts, playing and squeezing one, while kissing and licking along the other, but soon the straining of his hard cock became nearly painful inside of his jeans. Jacob stood up and immediately got to work unfastening his belt and frantically unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Victoria, seeing this, took the initiative and hooked her thumbs into the waist of his pants and drug them down his leg while squatting down in one smooth motion. As she did, his rock hard manhood popped up directly in front of Victoria.

    She squealed in delight at seeing it and immediately took it in her mouth. Now it was Jacob’s turn to let his head fall back and let out a growling moan of delight. Victoria barely had the tip of his head in her mouth before the gentle suction took hold and she slipped down his shaft, further and further. She eventually had his entire shaft inside of her mouth, and her tongue was pulsing up and down as much of his flesh as she could reach. She held that position for a moment or two before she moved back up his shaft and then began bobbing her head up and down.

    Jacob could feel the rising ejaculation inside of him and he knew he couldn’t hold out for much longer. His hands fell to either side of Victoria’s head and he gently encouraged her head into his crotch while he began to thrust his hips forward and back. Jacob couldn’t quite see it, but Victoria smiled slightly, as much as she could with his cock in her mouth at least. Her own hands rose to press Jacob’s more firmly against her head and once he did so, there was a small buzzing noise radiating from her neck. Her body crouched down just a little further, resulting in her head disconnecting from her neck.

    Victoria, in an instant, remotely connected to her body and it stood back up, standing in front of Jacob, now headless. That was more than enough to tip Jacob over the ledge and tumbling into lustful orgasmic bliss. He let himself go and, holding on tightly to Victoria’s head, thrust his hips forward several more times, spurting hot blasts of his cum inside of her mouth while she gleefully applied gentle suction. Jacob, now drained in more ways than one, leaned back against Megan’s desk and held Victoria’s head in place over his dick while he caught his breath. Soon though he was sliding her head back onto her neck joint and locking it into place. Once there, Victoria swallowed her mouthful of cum where it trickled down into an internal holding tank somewhere in her torso.

    Jacob quickly pulled his jeans up and straightened himself out, though Victoria made no such effort to redress herself. She let out a low delighted grumble as she stepped forward again.

    “That was fun Jacob, we should do that again really soon.” She said, her voice dark and husky, dripping with lustful intent.

    “Y-yeah we should. Same time tomorrow?” He said breathlessly. Victoria responded only by winking at him and smirking. She then turned and bent at the waist to pick up her shirt and turtleneck, resulting in her ass pressing against Jacob’s still slightly hard crotch.

    “It’s a date.” She said with a giggle.

    Jacob nodded stupidly and watched as Victoria slipped into her bra and blouse, buttoning it up, but leaving the top two buttons undone, allowing Jacob a wonderful view of her cleavage.

    “You better get back to your desk before someone misses you. Which means you’ll have to dress yourself all the way again.” Jacob said, saddened that his little play thing had to leave. Victoria pouted a bit as she reluctantly buttoned up the last two buttons on her shirt and then pulled the turtleneck on, finishing her outfit by restoring her messy bun.

    “Until next time sweetie” She said, and then closed her eyes and stood in place. When her eyes opened again she was wearing her usual mask of professional disinterest.

    “Did you find what you needed Jacob?” Victoria asked.

    “Oh, nope, it’s not here, I thought it was.” He said, “I’ll double check my car.”

    “Be quick about it, there’s a lot of work to be done today.” She said, and turned on heel to leave. Closing and locking Megan’s office once Jacob was out of it. Jacob had a much easier time for the rest of the day, dreaming about everything that he wanted to explore with Victoria, he wanted to spend some time exploring more of how she worked, what made her tick so to speak. He wanted to open her up and explore inside of her body and, he admitted to himself, he wanted to explore everything outside as well. He knew it was only a week until Megan returned and he had a lot of exploring to do before his boss reclaimed her office.

=Part 2=

The sound of skin slapping against skin punctuated the small IT office. Jacob and his co-worker Troy were engaged in a heated duel of rock-paper-scissors. They had gone four rounds resulting in a tie each time. They were mostly illuminated by the white glow from their computers, each one prominently displaying an email. Among the corporate greeting and salutations was a small request, one of the technicians needed to accompany the director of the department along with their direct manager to a robotics in the workplace conference over the weekend. A paid weekend away at a conference with two of the arguably most beautiful women in the company was a dream come true. Jacob would normally have just let it go, his weekend time was precious to him, but the idea of a weekend alone with Megan and Victoria brought other implications with it.

Through a fluke set of circumstances Jacob had learned that both Megan and Victoria were both androids. They were owned by the company and implemented as a cost cutting resource. After all, once you paid off the loan, a company could own a permanent employee and not pay for ongoing benefits and salary. It was a close margin, but according to the accounting department it was a worthwhile investment over time. It was no surprise that the general manager and director of the technology department were both androids. There were others in the company in prominent positions and all of their repairs were funneled through Victoria and Megan. The existence of androids in the world at large was no secret, but most companies tried very hard to keep their presence at a company as a corporate secret. It cut down significantly on lawsuits about discriminations for promotions.

Once Jacob had discovered the identity and true nature of his two robotic supervisors though, his life became an increasingly complex dance, both trying to figure out a way to allow himself a backdoor to their systems, while keeping his research and tests a secret. This weekend though, might be the perfect opportunity for him to try out a few of the tips and tricks that he had found on a number of online forums. It was tricky though, and it required a lot of very specific circumstances. It also greatly depended on the model of corporate machines and firmware that Megan and Victoria had. First things first though, he had to win a heated battle of rock-paper-scissors for the right to even attend the event.

The next round came to a close, Jacob extended his middle and index finger and his eyes flicked to his opponent’s. His hand was held flat, hovering a mere half inch above his other palm. Jacob let out a small woop and pumped his fist once. Troy, sitting across from Jacob let his shoulders slump and let out a huff.

“Sorry buddy. You get the next convention.” Jacob said, attempting to sound sincere with his apology, despite being overjoyed.

Jacob’s mind immediately begane racing. He had a lot of preparation to do before the weekend arrived. It was two weeks away and he had ample time, but he knew he got one shot at this and he needed to get it right. His work day would drag on but once he made it home that evening he began the process of downloading forum posts, loading hard drives with specific software and running scripted tools to create specific USB drives. He found it difficult not to cackle at times, and his hands were shaking for the rest of the evening, but he was confident that he knew what he was doing, or at least confident that he could follow the instructions he had found on the internet.

The next two weeks passed slowly and Jacob’s evenings were filled with checking, double checking and in some cases, triple checking his information. He packed his bags the Thursday night before the trip, but his technology equipment and additions were packed long before that. He wanted to make sure that he didn’t miss anything. Jacob ensured that he had every possible data cable, additional hard drives, his laptop and two chargers. His weekend duffle bag ended up weighing nearly twice what it should for a short trip, but he didn’t care. He knew that Megan and Victoria wouldn’t question him on it, his bag was personal belongings and asking about the contents was strictly forbidden. Jacob knew that they literally could not ask because their programming forbade it. Playing within the rules sometimes left you open to miss an opportunity not to be hacked by your IT technician.

The weeks slipped by, but soon enough Jacob was lugging his duffle bag through the airport and checking it. He had arrived early, but only by about fifteen minutes or so, he didn’t expect to see Megan and Victoria until they landed. As the desk attendant checked in his bag, weighed it and slung it onto a conveyor belt, Jacob briefly wondered if the company would actually buy tickets for Megan and Victoria. They could very easily be packed in a foam lined container and shipped to the location, likely for cheaper than the cost of plane tickets. As Jacob left the long, crowded line of future passengers he spotted his two co-workers.

Megan, like always, was looking down at her phone, presumably flicking through streams of support emails. She was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged but not strangled her legs. They were long and slender, but clearly not scrawny. A simple, yet professional white button up blouse and a blazer covered her upper half. She almost immediately looked up and tucked a rogue few strands of her copper coloured hair behind her ear. It was normally only shoulder length but it somehow always managed to get in her face. She scrunched up her nose for a moment as the same strand of hair managed to untuck itself and fall next to her face again. She huffed once and gave up, but the whole interaction gave her a “girl next door” look which was only enhanced by the smattering of red orange freckles scattered across her face.

Jacob began stepping towards his traveling companions and tried to wall off the images that danced in his mind. Images of Megan and Victoria taken apart and stored in foam lined boxes, with shipping labels and invoices printed across the lid. He almost physically shook his head to drive them from his mind, he needed to focus. Megan, being his direct supervisor waved at him and flashed a smile before turning to Victoria. Presumably to alert her that she had spotted Jacob. Victoria looked up and her eyes met with Jacob’s and a smile spread across her face too, though it was a much more curt and professional expression. Jacob was thankful he was still several paces away and was able to take in her look without being so overt as to physically look her up and down.

Victoria was always one of those stoic corporate types. She was gorgeous because of how aloof she always seemed. Jacob had interacted with her on a few occasions and she always seemed incredibly professional, he now knew why. She was programmed that way, but the head of long dark hair, the perfect and blemish free face, and the almost too big to be human chest, suggested that she was not necessarily always used for strictly business. Jacob knew that the upper management in the company knew who the androids were and more than likely had administrator access to them. Meaning they could command them to do whatever they wanted within reason. That was the crux of Jacob’s plan, he knew that there was a way to add himself as an administrator to both Megan and Victoria’s internal database, but it was tricky. The forums and posts he had read made it sound like it was something that needed to be done while the android was first being set up, reinstalling the core operating system, or some other very specific circumstances that allowed for a severely limited and stripped down boot of the OS.

Jacob had thought a lot about how he planned to get himself into that database. There were automatic hacks and scripts that had been installed on a number of thumb drives, but those were risky. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but he assumed that there was some sort of security system in place on both girls, likely something that would lockdown the video feed and report it to corporate. Meaning if he was going to pull this off, he needed to not be recognized. He had cobbled together a hat that he had never worn to work, some clothes that made him look sloppy, but unrecognizable, and for good measure, a ski mask. Jacob assumed there was nothing wrong with respecting a tried and true method.

As he approached the pair, he waved at them and smiled. Victoria returned a small nod and turned on heel to begin walking away. Jacob didn’t mind the view, she wore smart looking heels and a pencil skirt that, while professional, also seemed to hug her hips and ass just a little tighter than was expected. Her hips swished back and forth and allowed Jacob a lovely view of her pert rounded buttocks. His mind began to wander again and he had to blink for just a little longer than usual to allow him to return to his senses. Megan had a backpack slung over one shoulder and casually fell into step next to Jacob, and as usual, began some idle small talk.

“What’s in the bag?” Jacob asked.

“Just some light reading material and stuff to do on the flight.” She replied.

“Robot’s need stuff to read?” Jacob whispered back and received a look that almost burned clean through him.

“Allow me to remind you that company secrets, such as that little tidbit of information you just blurted out, are severely punishable.” Her eyes flicked up to Victoria, leading several long strides in front of the two. “So keep your mouth shut will you. Don’t make more paperwork for me.”

“Jeez, sorry Meg.” Jacob said, rolling his eyes.

“Listen, I like you. You’re a good tech and if I’m really honest after what happened with Victoria I’m looking forward to getting you more training so you can service her.” Megan replied quietly.

Jacob felt his pulse quicken and the hot surge of blood rushed through his body. He should have guessed that his discovery and subsequent abuse of his power over Victoria would be reported. He hadn’t been fired over it though, a thought that made him squint curiously at Megan.

“Y-you know about that?...Why didn’t-”

“Why didn’t we terminate you over it?” Megan interrupted “Because we would have to give a reason and that might risk exposing what Victoria, and myself, actually are...And I like you. You’re a good tech and you can actually help out now and take some of the other androids work off of my plate.”

Jacob’s hot running blood turned quickly into the thrill of praise and the adrenaline of potentially working on other androids in the future. Jacob pondered how just a few weeks ago he was contemplating leaving the company out of sheer boredom.

“Please try to keep up, you two. Wew don’t want to miss our flight.” Came a comment over Victoria’s shoulder. She had managed to step further and further away from Jacob and Megan, giving her a distinct lead over the pair.

“Of course, Miss Sanders.” Megan replied.

Jacob simply nodded and smiled then quickened his step. Megan continued her stride and kept next to Jacob, though remained silent until they reached the gate. Jacob and Megan continued to make idle chat once they were seated in the terminal and discussed any number of topics, though most were kept soundly in the professional work category. Jacob knew not to stray too far out of that realm as long as Victoria was there, she was surely programmed to be a consummate professional and as long as this trip was happening it was considered company time.

The trio soon boarded the plane, and took their seats. Megan spent her time reading, and wore a vague smile the entire time. Victoria spent the entire time looking out the window as the clouds slowly rolled by. Jacob occasionally glanced at her and wondered what was happening inside of her. Was her mind wandering? Was she answering emails? Was she in a low power mode of some kind? Jacob mostly just tilted his head back and closed his eyes, slipping off into a short nap while thinking about the two gorgeous androids seated next to him. He hadn’t even really realized that he had fallen asleep until Megan gently nudged him in the ribs to wake him up.

People were standing up and retrieving bags from overhead compartments or dragging them out from the small space under chairs. They had landed, and Jacob being in the seat next to the aisle was holding up his co-workers. He quickly snapped to his senses and unbuckled himself and began extracting himself from his seat with Megan and Victoria following closely afterward. The three left the plane and wandered into the terminal, making their way towards the baggage claim. Victoria and Megan waited patiently and pulled off a moderate sized piece of luggage each, both paled in comparison to Jacob’s though. True to form Victoria looked at the back with the sort of cool calm that he had come to expect. She showed little emotional response though, and only commented to ask if he needed help carrying such a large bag. An offer that Jacob, politely, turned down. Megan on the other hand raised a slight eyebrow as she saw her subordinate lug the clearly heavy duffle bag off of the conveyor belt. Neither of them openly questioned the bag, and the trio moved out of the airport and hailed a taxi to take them to the hotel that the company had arranged for them.

The drive to the hotel, much like the plane ride, was mostly professional silence. Megan and Jacob made some idle talk about what seminars they were looking forward to attending in their breakout sessions, implementations of new technologies, and on occasion the small amount of rumors that had been circulating about upcoming tech. After a short enough taxi ride they were delivered to a relatively lavish hotel. In Jacob’s mind he had always thought that the company would have put them up in something a little more affordable, particularly since Victoria and Megan technically didn’t even need a bed. This time it was Victoria who sensed Jacob’s question before he even asked it.

“The conference takes place in the large event hall on the first floor. It made more sense to get us rooms here than pay for a room and transportation to and from another location. It's a logistic choice.” She said in the same even, cool, and professional tone she always had. Jacob briefly remembered the lower husky tone she had in the office when he had first discovered she was an android and managed to get her to slip into a mode where most of that professional calm was disabled.

Jacob nodded and only grunted slightly, indicating that he at least heard and understood Victoria, not that she needed the confirmation. Soon they were walking through the gilded doors and stepped up to the check in desk. Victoria took care of most of that, being in possession of the company credit card and all the information was in her name. After checking in Jacob was delighted to hear that the company had only sprung for one room for the three of them. He was excited at the possibilities up until they entered the suite. It was a singular central room with a dining table, a few chairs, wall mounted television, and a small kitchenette. His heart sank when he saw two doors in the back corners of the room. His disappointment was only punctuated when Victoria began to speak.

“Jacob, your room is the one on the left, Megan and I will take the room to the right. I’ll have to ask you to strictly adhere to the company privacy policy and never enter our room without express permission.”

“Oh of course, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Jacob replied, he knew that Megan might pick up on the subtle hint of sarcasm in his voice but Victoria surely wouldn’t.

“Thank you, I believe the first seminar begins in an hour.” Victoria said and began weaving through the room to the door with Megan in tow. Jacob took the cue and lugged his heavy bag to his own room.

The room itself wasn’t anything special, at least in comparison to the rest of the hotel. A bed, night stand and lighting adorned one wall, a dresser and a small reading chair on the other. Jacob got the distinct impression that this room was meant to be the childrens room in a family suite. He tossed his bag onto the bed with little care to the contents of it and sat next to it, folding his legs in front of himself. Unzipping the bag he began to take out his personal laptop and a few small static bags filled with hard drives. A nylon bag was zipped shut and filled with every conceivable data cable, both were set next to each other. He doubted he would need it, but a small tool kit with precision screwdrivers and tweezers got placed on the nightstand.

The bulk of the weight in his bag came from a computer that Jacob had assembled, mostly from spare parts in his house, and cramped into an older computer tower. It was still relatively small, but the dimensions made it bulky when placed in a duffle bag. It served only one purpose, it was going to emulate an authorized software server and, with any amount of luck, would push the software he wanted onto Megan and Victoria when the time was right. For now though, he hefted it up and set it on the ground, searching for a power cable to plug it in to. There was only one available one behind the bed, and with a little work, plugged it in and booted the server. Next he pulled out a small binder filled with printed instructions on what he needed to do, each sheet scrawled with some of his own notes on the process, just in case there was no internet connection when the time came.

His greatest challenge was going to be getting Megan and Victoria to fully power down, not just a deep sleep mode or charging modes, he needed them to be fully offline. The reporting and wireless check in systems were some of the first to engage when a unit was booting, so the trick was to interrupt that sequence before anything incriminating happened. Jacob smirked, it had only been about a month since he discovered that his two managers were machines, but in that time the research and learning he had done just about robots, was explosive. He didn’t consider himself an expert, far from it, but he was amazed by some of the stuff he had learned in such a short time.

Time slipped away and soon it was time for the seminars to begin. There was a gentle knock on Jacob’s door just as he was reaching for it. Opening the door he found Megan smiling sweetly at him.

“Ready to go?” She asked. JAcob could see that her eyes flicked briefly from him to the mess of papers, electronics and cabling on his bed. “Staying busy?” She said with a small giggle.

“You know me, work work.” Jacob replied and stepped out the door, forcing Megan to take a step back and he closed the door behind him. Megan piqued and eyebrow at him and Jacob smiled and waved his hand. “Ok, I got a little obsessed with some of the material for the weekend, I wanted to read up on it all ahead of time.”

It wasn’t exactly the truth, then again considering that most of the weekend was about robotics in the workplace with a focus on security it wasn’t entirely untrue either. It was close enough that Jacob could have easily passed off the reading material as looking into the possible dangers and how to counteract them. Though the server and numerous hard drives and cabling was more difficult to pass off. He had thought about saying it was there just in case either Megan or Victoria needed repairs, but that wasn’t his job, so he relied on her not seeing that for the time being.

THe three left the suite with little fanfare and made their way down to the conference hall and picked up their name tags, prominently displaying their names and company. The hall was laid out like a massive lecture hall, with rows upon rows of slightly padded grey chairs all linked together with flimsy metal hooks. The entire room was divided into three sections, with a walkway between each one. Megan and Victoria managed to make their way to approximately the middle of the far right section of chairs. They settled into their seats and made themselves comfortable. Soon there was a panel of business casual men and women filtering onto the stage, bringing up the final two spots to the panel was a man and a woman, dressed only in a cream coloured jumpsuit.

For the next four hours, the trio listened and took notes on a number of demonstrations. The two jumpsuit wearing members were androids specifically manufactured for the demonstration and the panel ran through a number of demonstrations on common errors that the newest units might run into, tips on how to resolve them and finally a litany of the current and upcoming specs on new models. Jacob admitted that the majority of the information went over his head, it was a world he was just beginning to dip into. As he glanced over at Victoria, she sat with one leg crossed over the other, hands folded politely in her lap, Jacob could see that she wasn’t blinking or even really breathing. He ventured a guess that she was turning off some of the more human processes in order to devote more time to fully absorbing the information. Megan was doing much the same, she sat with her legs crossed at the ankles, hands also resting atop one another and unblinkingly watching the demonstration.

Once the seminar came to a close, there was a polite round of applause and they opened up the floor to general questions and answers. It was about this time that Jacob heard Victoria and Megan simultaneously inhale slightly, which drew his attention enough to see that they were blinking and making those small human-like fidgeting movements that everyone who wasn’t a robot would make. Victoria stood, smoothed out her skirt and straightened herself up while Megan leaned over and whispered to Jacob.

“We’re going to go recharge while you take lunch, we’ll be back before the next section begins.”

With that, Megan also stood, straightened herself up and followed Victoria out of the auditorium before Jacob had a moment to say anything. He instead found himself alone in the conference hall and once the question and answers had finished up he was left to his own devices. He wandered around the lobby and mulled over how exactly he was going to facilitate a full shut down on not just one, but two high level androids. He found his way to a small bar and grill in the lobby and ordered a sandwich, which was then put on the room tab. As he ate he watched another couple, clearly not in town for the conference, meander in, drink far too much and laugh the entire time. Jacob actually found himself becoming annoyed as he watched them, constantly wondering why they didn’t just leave and go to their room. Then it struck him that just the thrill of being out and about was all it took for someone to spend more time than they should in a single place, and that, in turn, gave him an idea.

Lunch ended and Jacob made his way back to the conference hall and met back up with Megan and Victoria. They took their seats again, and while the seminar resumed he once again noticed that almost immediately Megan and Victoria held completely still, stopped breathing, and blinking, and stared straight ahead at the presentation. The second half of the seminar was shorter, lasting only an additional three hours, and Jacob did his very best to pay attention, but his mind wandered. Once again the presentation came to a close and Victoria and Megan resumed a much more human appearance. Both stood quickly and excused themselves.

“Hey uh, I was thinking. Maybe we could all have dinner together tonight? I know a nice place here in the lobby that I found for lunch.” Jacob suggested hastily.

“Perhaps another night Jacob.” Victoria replied, “I need to attend to some matters in our room.”

“Ah, gotcha.” Jacob said, nodding in understanding.

“See ya later tonight Jacob.” Megan muttered in passing, patting him on the shoulder as she passed.

Jacob nodded, a little more sullenly that he intended, but regardless he had the evening to himself. It was only five’o’clock and the night was his. Donning a light jacket from his wardrobe, he stepped into the common room and found that neither Victoria or Megan were around. He rapped a single knuckle against their door and listened intently.

“Yes?” It was Megan.

“I’m gonna head out and see if there’s anything interesting in town. You two need anything?” He called through the door, knowing better than to simply walk in, though his mind reeled at what he might have seen. Images of Megan and Victoria standing still and nude, with a panel open and power cables dangling out of it. Or perhaps they were laying next to each other on the bed, a power port open somewhere on their body. His idle day dreams would have likely deteriorated into purely sexual images from there had Megan’s reply not snapped him back.

“No thank you, we are fine. Have a good evening.” Megan replied, her voice sounded stiff, like it was a struggle to formulate the words and still sound normal. Jacob guessed that the sudden jolt out of whatever lower power mode they were in didn’t give her time to fully start the more human inflections that were normally present in her voice. Jacob admitted that she sounded more like Victoria in that moment than the chipper friendly manager he had worked with for years.

Confident that he wouldn’t be missed for the evening he set out into the city. As he strolled along he found his way to a local second hand robotics part shop. They were a new business venture that had started showing up in major cities around the world. Much like recycling an old computer or TV, robot shops aimed to refurbish and repair older units for resale, or at very least take them apart and use whatever was still working for use in other repairs. They were a goldmine of potential deals. Jacob needed to buy some software for his plans for the weekend, assuming that Megan and Victoria didn’t have the software that he wanted to utilize. He was sure they had the basics, but he wanted something more than that.

The parts shop that he found had exactly what he needed, though he was told that the software only came bundled with the matching hardware. At first Jacob wasn’t sure what that meant entirely, until the clerk at the desk trotted to the back room and returned with a box. Pulling open the lid Jacob found himself looking at a long chrome plated piece of machinery. It appeared to have an absurd amount of fine latex tubing running along the length of it up to a small central tank that dominated one side of the thing. At the base of the module was something wrapped tightly in sterile plastic and sealed shut. With a gleeful nod from the man behind the counter Jacob picked it up curiously and examined it. He found that it was lighter than expected, and looking at the end of it found that it was, in fact, an extremely lifelike female genetal. His eyes flicked to the box and spotted a small generic looking thumb drive as well.

“Software and Hardware are generally sold together. It’s not much more than drivers and some operating software, but we have to bundle them together. In this particular piece's case there is also a load of, ah, additional settings and routines that get installed.”

There was a moment of knowing silence between the two. The implications were crystal clear though, the software on the drive would modify Megan and Victoria into perfect sexbots.

“I’ll take two.” Jacob said, setting the module gingerly back into the box and closing the lid on it. His request clearly piqued the interest of the clerk and he smirked.

“Sounds like you have a fun weekend ahead.” He said and stepped back to retrieve another one of the same model from the back room. Jacob, meanwhile, double checked the model number and pairing report to ensure that it would be compatible with Megan and Victoria. He didn’t entirely know what model they were, having never gotten to actually identify them, but he had done enough online sleuthing to know approximately what they were. Most parts were fairly universal these days anyway, enough at least that he wasn’t worried about screwing something up. Jacob paid, gathered up his new purchases, and took one more loop around the shop to make sure there wasn’t anything else he had overlooked for his weekend plans. Content with what he had, he made his way back towards the hotel.

Jacob swiped his keycard and entered into the room, finding the lights on, though the night was dark, and no sign of either of his robotic co-workers. Jacob went quickly to his room, not wanting to have to formulate another story about what was in the boxes he had returned with. After setting them down on the floor and gently scooting them under the lip of the bed and nudging his duffle bag in front of them he came to realize that there wasn’t much left to do for the evening. It was close enough to a rational bedtime so he laid down to sleep, figuring that if he slept more tonight he could stay up much later tomorrow night.

Morning came all too early for Jacob, he had thought that the night was going to pass fitfully, but he awoke rested and ready for the day ahead of him. After dressing and getting ready for the day he met with Victoria and Megan in the common room and asked if they wanted to join him for breakfast. He knew that there were robots equipped with some kind of food disposal and containment systems, he just didn’t know if these two did. Megan shrugged and put on a cheerful face.

“Sure, I’ll see what they have.” Megan said and looked towards Victoria. She took a deep breath in and Jacob was sure that there was something inside of her that was weighing the options of doing something that was so obviously not work related, but was also something that would help reinforce the human appearance that she was sure to have. She only stood still for a moment, and in the end nodded her head once.

The breakfast buffet was simple. Pastries, scrambled eggs and an assortment of fruit. Jacob piled his plate with a little bit of everything, while Victoria and Megan picked up a single, plain, bagel. Once they sat down Jacob looked quizzatively at their breakfast choices. Megan caught on quickly and leaned over to him and answered the question in a hushed tone before it was even asked.

“It’s for appearance sake. Anything that can be swallowed in a relatively large and manageable chunk makes disposal easier.”

“But how does that all-” Jacob began, but Megan simply held up a hand to silence him.

“You and I should really schedule a private meeting to go over some of your questions.” Megan interrupted. Just then Jacob felt his phone buzz in his pocket, nodding to Megan as she settled back into her chair he took a peek at what had come in for him on the weekend. It was a meeting invitation for the first day back in the office, just him and Megan. Jacob wondered how that meeting might go if he was successful.

Soon it was time again for the demonstrations and seminars to begin. Today had a number of breakout sessions after the initial demonstrations took place. Megan and Victoria informed Jacob long before the breakout sessions that they would be attending a special breakout session specifically for corporate managers “like them” as Megan emphasized. Jacob wondered if she was simply trying to get him not to ask more questions about it preemptively, but that was fine, he was planning on attending a seminar on the basics of android support, which they both agreed would likely be a valuable seminar for him. To his surprise, he knew most of the tips and tricks that were discussed, but like any skill there were gaps in his knowledge that got filled. Most pertinent was the fact that once an android hits a certain power threshold they will actually fully power down, as exhausting the entire power core means that they would need to be plugged in and recharged fully before they would be able to power back on. At that point the demonstrator presented a table full of small fist sized boxes.

As with every conference, there was swag, and Jacob found that the small power supplies they were handing out might just come in perfectly handy. Of course they weren’t meant to power a fully operational android indefinitely, they were primarily there as a stopgap, something to get them from point A to point B where they could plug in and recharge correctly without fully discharging their entire power supply. Jacob held the small device in his hand and an eyebrow piqued up, his plans were starting to come together. With the break out session coming to an end Jacob found himself making some idle chat with the presenter, focusing mostly on the pitfalls of android power loss, what the thresholds were and common scenarios that might cause a workplace robot to reach that critical state where it would fully power down.

The pair got along swimmingly and as the second day of the conference drew to a close Jacob found he had a plethora of unanswered questions still and was getting firm and helpful answers. Jacob had so many more questions in fact that the presenter asked if he would like to have dinner with him to continue the discussions and Jacob agreed on the stipulation that he got to invite his manager and director, both of which would likely be interested in the information. Jacob texted Megan and let her know that he had arranged for dinner for all of them at the same little cafe and bar in the hotel lobby and that one of the presenters from the conference would be joining them. Megan’s reply didn’t come immediately, in fact it was nearly a half an hour before she replied, and while her words weren’t exactly icy, she did say that her and Victoria would join them for a short time, but would have to leave early for obvious reasons.

The evening came and Jacob met and introduced Victoria and Megan as they all sat down and Jacob ordered a few appetizers. His plan was to continue to keep these two out as long as possible, his portable power supply with him ensured that he could get one of them up and running for at least a short amount of time. He was surprised at how friendly Victoria turned out to be when she turned on the charm. It was likely the first time that he had heard her laugh at anything or seem even mildly interested. It was more than a little distressing to see someone who was always a consummate professional become so..human.

The night dragged onward and Jacob found that Megan and Victoria were surprisingly pleasant to be around when they dropped their professional demeanor. Maybe it was something about being outside of the designated work hours that disabled, or re-enabled, some part of their programming that made them much more human-like. It made Jacob smile.

The conversation was beginning to wane though and Victoria and Megan were tossing each other small glances that Jacob recognized. He had been saving a topic until this very moment and he hoped that it sparked a longer conversation. He asked it and to his surprise it seemed to immediately reignite the fervor in their guest. For the first time Jacob noticed a slightly worried look on Victoria’s face as she stood to excuse herself, Jacob assumed, to go recharge after an entire day at the conference.

“No no, this is important, I promise I won't take more than a few minutes.” The man remarked and then with wild gestures launched into some of the more intricate theories he had been holding on to about androids in the workplace. Jacob was legitimately fascinated, there would be a number of conversations about all of these topics with Megan at some point in the future, but for now he glanced at his watch. They were nearing nine’o’clock in the evening and he figured that his two co-workers must be approaching a critical power state. He noticed that their breathing had stopped, likely a way to try and reserve as much power as possible.

Victoria was just opening her mouth, likely to finally insist that they leave, when their guest sat back and let out a long sigh. Victoria’s mouth closed as he told them that it was getting late, punctuated with a yawn, he stood from the table. His rant had gone on for nearly half an hour. He shook hands, made some more idle chatter and left the cafe promptly. Jacob glanced around and saw that they were the only patrons in the entire place. Jacob looked back to Megan and Victoria, both were sitting still, too still. He figured it was a last resort, conserving as much power as possible. Jacob had been hoping to actually drain them of all of their power and force them into that place of completely offline, but he clearly hadn’t but he had one more day before the trip ended to figure something out.

“Welp, it’s late, what say we head back upstairs.” Jacob said, disappointed, but masking it well enough. He pushed away from the table and looked down at Megan, then to Victoria. They hadn’t moved, and were in fact looking directly at where Jacob had been sitting.

“Megan?” Jacob leaned down and poked her in the shoulder.

“Victoria?” Jacob looked to her and found them both to be unblinking, unmoving, and unbreathing.

It was in that moment that Jacob realized that they had waited too long. They had both powered fully down and were completely offline. He wanted to woop, but he didn’t want to attract any attention. He silently sat back down and dug out the portable power supply he had gotten earlier and quickly looked through the “easy to use instructions.” Open power panel, plug in device, wait approximately one minute. He looked up from the small sphere like device in his hand to Victoria. She was the only robot he had worked with, and though he had never seen it, he had some idea from his online research how to manually open her power panel.

He moved around the table and took a seat next to Victoria and looked around the cafe, attempting to look as innocent as possible as he gently placed his hands on her stomach. He was slowly and meticulously unbuttoning her blouse there and then slipping a hand inside. She felt soft and warm, her flesh felt so incredibly real. Jacob found himself blushing at what felt like an incredibly intimate moment. It only took him a moment though to find the all too hard patch of skin just above Victoria’s belly button and press into it, releasing the manual locks on the larger panel.

It took a little work, but Jacob squeezed the panel out from between the undone buttons of her blouse. Once it was free Jacob slipped it into the cloth bag he had been collecting programs, swag, and most importantly the power supply in.While he was bent down, shoving the panel covering into his bag he ventured a glance into Victoria’s exposed belly. Jacob saw that there was a layer of clear plastic that gave her body its shape, below that was a dense tangle of cables, fiber optic wiring, tubing and small specialized circuit boards. There was, however, a prominent array of data ports lining the upper portion of the panel, just a few centimeters away from a sheer wall of flesh. Nestled among them was something that resembled a plug that Jacob had spotted on his power supply earlier.

Attempting to be as sly as possible, he set the small device on Victoria’s lap and then slipped a hand into her blouse once again and let his fingers roam around the clear plastic plating until he came to the power port. With his other hand he quickly guided the plug into place and pushed it in until there was a small click. Once done, he extracted his hands quickly and took hold of Victoria’s arm, using a fair amount of force he moved it into a place where it was cradling the device. He was about to try and button up her blouse when he heard a slight whining from Victoria and looked up to see her head turning smoothly, but slowly towards him. She was expressionless and unblinking, but he knew she was active, and from what he had recently learned she would be operating on a very minimal amount of processing power.

“Jacob, what’s the meaning of this?” Victoria whispered, her voice was soft, but flat.

“You ran out of power. Don’t worry, we were alone when it happened. I think Megan is down too.” Jacob said nudging his chin in Megan’s direction. She hadn’t moved.

“Understood. Thank you for bringing me back online. Let’s get her back to the room.” Victoria replied then looked down at her lap. She clutched the small device there and tucked it into the open blouse before buttoning it up.

Jacob was moving over to Megan and was clearly trying to figure out the best way to carry her out without looking too suspicious. Victoria stood and stepped over to Megan and brushed aside the hair along the back of her neck. She pinched into the soft tissue where the skull met the neck and held her fingers there for five long seconds. After that Megan seemed to slump forward and Jacob reacted quickly, catching her and beginning to heft her up into his arms. Victoria ran her fingers over Megan’s eyes and closed them, then stiffly began to walk out of the cafe and into the mostly deserted lobby.

Jacob carried his manager in his arms, realizing that she didn’t weigh nearly as much as he would have expected a complex android like her to. Another question for another time. They only received one questioning look from a bellhop and Jacob waggled his finger and thumb indicating that Megan had, perhaps, had too much to drink. The knowing nod from the attendant made it clear that it wasn’t an uncommon sight, particularly at this time of night. Without any other harassment, they made it to the elevator and up to the floor their room was on. Once they stepped into the hall and Victoria saw that there was no one around she turned to Jacob and muttered to him.

“I do not be-believe I will make it to the room. Please hurry.” She said, her voice sounded like it had transitioned into a lower quality sound file.

Jacob moved quickly up the hall to the room and stood there, looking desperately from the keycard reader to Victoria. WIth his hands so clearly occupied he couldn’t dig his own out of his pocket. Victoria stepped up and simply waved her hand over the card reader, but it buzzed and a red light lit up. Victoria tried again, then a third time. That was the end of the power that the device plugged into her stomach could handle. Victoria wavered on her feet for a moment then toppled forward, face planting into the door and sliding down to the carpet below. Jacob lowered Megan to the ground and propped her up against the wall and fished his own keycard out of his pocket, swiping it once and unlocking the door.

Jacob pushed it in, then turned around and drug Victoria into the room, setting her down just inside the door to the room. It didn’t take long, but he still hurried back out into the hall and looped his hands under Megan’s arms and pulled her into the room as well, letting the door close and lock behind him. Jacob stood over the two fully deactivated robots and for a brief moment didn’t know what to do. He had done it, both were in a critical power state and completely powered down. His mind snapped back to reality and he shook off the daze he had fallen into.

Victoria and Megan were soon dragged from the common room into Jacob’s and he hefted them up onto the queen sized bed there. Jacob didn't waste time in unbuttoning the rest of Victoria’s blouse and working it off of her along with her bra. Jacob admitted that Victoria hid her body well...her chest was impressively large, larger than he had expected at very least. Her skin was smooth, blemish free and altogether perfect. Jacob mentally commented that it made for a poor human cover to look so good, then again, he guessed she was rarely undressed in front of another person. He took a moment to unplug the power core and set it aside before plugging in a long data cable from the small server next to his bed.

She needed power in order for the server to hijack her boot process, so Jacob went to his pile of cables and found the right kind, it took time and moments before finding it he figured he could have gotten the cable from Megan and Victoria’s room. He silently shook his head and stepped over to Victoria. Plugging her in he waited for her to automatically reboot. He saw her eyes flicker and an almost imperceptible beep come from somewhere inside of her torso. Jacob waited, literally holding his breath, hoping that all the prep work would pay off.

“Alternate boot mode selected. Awaiting- Command accepted please inpu- input accepted enter- accepted. Alternate boot profile selected. Please set a passphrase.” Victoria intoned, cutting off at the very moment that her systems were ready to accept input, which was generously fed from the server she was plugged in to. Jacob was taken aback, he hadn't thought of a good phrase that would allow him access to Victoria’s systems.

“Jacob’s command mode.” Jacob said. Immediately regretting his inability to be creative under fire.

“Command accepted. Rebooting to alternate boot profile.” VIctoria confirmed, then another beep was heard and she lay still for a few moments before she pushed herself to a sitting position, looking at Jacob, then over her shoulder at Megan and finally down to her exposed belly panel.

“Awaiting commands.” She muttered to no one in particular.

“There should be a folder with your name on the server desktop. Uh just install what’s in there.” JAcob said, not entirely sure how well Victoria could navigate the server, however when she nodded and her eyes began to flicker for several long seconds he knew that she had found it. When she had confirmed that the installations were complete she looked up at Jacob and smiled. It was exactly the slightly sweet, and slightly lustful look he had expected from her. She had just finished installing a set of new files and commands that would generate a false set of log files any time this private profile was engaged, and then hook into her human emulation software. Once she was acting more human it modified a few key processes to make her more of a sexy corporate girlfriend than anything else. She stood, being careful not to disconnect the power cable from her exposed circuitry.

“Something you want me to do to- er- for you Jacob?” Her voice was smooth, dark, and filled with a sort of lustful desire that practically made Jacob’s knees melt.

“Uh yeah, help me get Megan’s shirt off.” Jacob managed at last.

“I like where this is going.” Victoria commented and set about sitting Megan up on the bed, her copper coloured hair falling in front of her blank face. The two wrestled her blazer and top off and then laid her back down. Jacob couldn’t help but ogle her as he did so, the sight of Megan just without a shirt was enough to send a surge of hot blood rushing through his entire body. He focused a bit and pressed the same hard patch of flesh just over Megan’s belly button and unsealed her belly panel as well. Once removed her and Victoria tugged her across the bed so that the cable from the server would reach her as well.

“Victoria, what’s your power cell at now?” Jacob asked.

“About four percent.” She replied.

Jacob huffed, it wasn’t enough power to do what he really wanted. He still had hardware to install and after that there was a critical testing stage that he was looking forward to. He sighed and looked at Victoria, she was gorgeous. She was constructed to appear fit, toned, perfect. Her chest was rounded and fit perfectly with the rest of her body. Her face looked as if it had been crafted to include some sort of asian ancestry. She was by all measures, a beautiful woman..well, android. Jacob hated to see her powered down when he could be playing with her, but he needed the power cable she was using.

“Victoria, can you please plug your power cable into Megan here?” Jacob said.

“Sure thing.” Victoria replied and without hesitation, tugged the power cable free and plugged it into Megan’s waiting power port.

Similar to Victoria, Megan ran through an automated set up process and Jacob figured it would be smart enough to use the same trigger phrase to boot Megan into his own private profile. Megan was in the process of installing and configuring her new private profile when Victoria suddenly stood upright and her face melded into a blank mask.

“Power levels critical. Please plug this unit into a known good power supply.”

Jacob swore under his breath and took Victoria by her hand and led her to her room. Once there he dug her belly panel out of his bag and set it on the bed.

“Victoria, just plug in and reboot as if you were doing a normal recharge for the evening.” Jacob said with an exasperated sigh. She would recharge, reboot, and tomorrow would act like the Victoria that headed a successful corporate IT department. At this rate Jacob would have to wait until the mid day break to have any kind of fun. At that moment he remembered the software and hardware that he needed to install in her, though it was likely too late to get it installed in Victoria, Megan was still in process. Jacob made his way back to his room to find Megan sitting up in the bed, similar to Victoria and smiling vaguely in his direction. After commanding her to install the same set of additional commands and waiting Megan was soon smirking at Jacob. The look she gave him made him weaken the knees. The pure look of lustful promises, the blinking status lights inside of her open belly panel and that small twinkle in her eye almost made Jacob jump on her right then and there, but he needed to do some more work first.

“I have some upgrades for you, but you’ll need to get out of those jeans first.” Jacob managed to say and pulled out one of the boxes from under his bed. She complied immediately, and even as Jacob was kneeling next to the bed he heard the sound of her pants crumpling into a pile next to him. He swallowed hard and stood up. Megan stood before him, completely nude. Her slender body was everything he had imagined hundreds of times before in his fantasies. Small patches of freckles dotted her skin, and while she stood casually there was a marked amount of stiffness to her. It was the kind of thing that you only noticed if you knew someone was a robot and not human. Her chest, smaller than Victoria's, was still perfectly at home on the rest of her body and as Jacob took her in fully, he realized the difference between Megan and Victoria. Victoria was clearly modeled after some kind of glamour model that invoked a sort of lustful but distant look, Megan looked real. She could be a person that you would see on the street, conventionally beautiful in her own way, but to Jacob she was more so because of what she was. She was his boss, and a machine. Foreign and almost exostic concepts that just made her that much more desirable.

As he stood, still holding the elongated box, his eyes flicked to her crotch. There was a simple smooth plate there, making Megan look like a marvelously beautiful barbie doll. As much as he liked the sort of implications that image gave him, he wanted something more practical.

“Ok Megan, you’ve got some robot repair knowledge, I need you to install this-” he opened the box and presented to her the module inside.

Megan picked up the module and the accompanying USB drive. She removed the plastic wrapping wordlessly and examined the sexual module inside. After a close examination of the more mechanical end of the device she looked up at Jacob.

“Sure!” And with that she shuffled her feet and struck a wide legged stance and bent her knees slightly. Her free hand came to rest just below her crotch as a small whirring sound could be heard, it sounded something like a high powered drill spinning on the other side of a thin wall. The small patch of hard skin coloured plastic that resided between her legs came free and Megan casually tossed it on the bed behind her. Still in a half squat, she reached her index finger and thumb inside the freshly created opening between her legs and pulled out a small bundle that was held together with a small amount of semi-transparent blue tape. She took a moment to plug in the various cables and tubing she had just pulled out into their matching ports on the sexual module then slipped the whole assembly inside of her until it stopped. Jacob noted that there was about half an inch of exposed, but there was that same faint whining sound and the entire module gently retracted inside of her until it was fully in place. Jacob couldn't even see a faint seam around it as it sealed into place.

Jacob came to the realization that he had spent an inordinate amount of time staring at his bosses naked crotch. He shifted his eyes up to her face to see her eyes fluttering and the USB drive jutting from an opening in the side of her head. Apparently there was a small port just below the temple that was used for this very purpose, a fact that Jacob made a mental note of for when he worked on Victoria. Jacob waited patiently as Megan’s eyelids fluttered for several long minutes. His eyes occasionally flicked over to the digital clock on the nightstand, it was approaching ten. It would be almost ten thirty by the time Megan finally sat up straight and opened her eyes fully. She wasted no time in plucking the drive from the side of her head and closing the small panel covering there.

“All done!” She chirped cheerfully.

Jacob took the drive from her and dropped it back into the box. In the past half an hour as he waited he came to the realization that the combination of stress, learning, and anticipation had left him feeling completely drained. Even the sight of a fully naked and obediant robotic sex machine in front of him wasn’t enough to get him fired up.

“Here, take this one as well. Plug yourself in and install it in Victoria. I have a private profile on there.” Jacob muttered.

“Okay, I have admin access to her systems anyway. I take it you want this to be off the books?” Megan said in her usual cheerful tone.

“Please” Jacob replied.

With that Megan reached down, unplugged the server and power cables from her stomach and picked up the belly panel from the bed. She gathered up her discarded clothes and walked silently from the room. Jacob admitted that she had a nice ass as well, she really was the whole package, and as if she knew what he was thinking, she looked over her shoulder and winked at him. Her red hair obscuring only part of her face and giving her a cute mischievous look.

Jacob closed his door, looked at the mess of wires, computer parts, boxes, plastic wrapping, and the small crotch panel that Megan had left on his bed. There would be too many questions if Megan or Victoria spotted the mess in the morning it would raise far too many awkward questions. Jacob spent the next few minutes shoving everything back into his duffle bag, it was a messy affair, but it got the job done. He would have to unpack most of it and pack it in there properly, but that was future Jacob’s problem. Once his bed was cleared Jacob flopped onto it, and fell asleep within moments.

In the morning he was awakened to a loud knocking on his door and Megan’s voice. Peeking one eye open he saw the room filled with the bright light of morning and he managed to roll out of bed and make his way to the door. Pulling it open and rubbing the previous night from his eyes. Megan was wearing a slightly perturbed look on her face and had one eyebrow raised.

“Care to explain what happened last night?” She said, her voice hinted that there was some mystery that Jacob should be aware of. He could only think of one thing, and that revelation would lead to a loss of his job and probably a lawsuit.

“Uh… w-what?” Jacob said, trying to buy himself precious time.

“Victoria and I both show a loss of power, no log files until we had power restored a few minutes later.”

Jacob realized that they were more upset about looking like robots in front of people than what he had done to them, in fact, it dawned on him that they had no idea what had actually happened.

“We were all talking in the cafe. It got late… you both ran out of power. I used this-” Jacob picked up the portable power supply and held it up to Megan. “-and got Victoria online. We picked you up and brought you back up here. It was late and no one saw us.”

Megan let out a sigh of relief and nodded. Backing away from the door and informing Victoria that everything was ok, no one had spotted them. Jacob let out a silent sigh of relief, he hadn’t been caught. For the rest of the morning things progressed smoothly. He didn't invite the girls to breakfast with him and instead simply found them in the main conference hall and took a seat next to them. The conference progressed with something like a closing ceremony, thanking everyone for coming, talking about the merch that they had for sale and a few other closing items. Jacob felt things were coming to a close so he leaned over to Megan next to him and whispered into her ear, close and quiet enough that no one could possibly hear him.

“Jacob’s command mode”

There was a small shiver that seemed to ripple over Megan’s body. Her previous resting face turned to a small smirk and he winked at him. She leaned over and whispered back to Jacob.

“I set up Victoria last night, everything is all taken care of. I’ll switch her and you can meet us upstairs after this part ends.”

Jacob wondered if the people around him could feel the heat radiating from his body. He could swear that the sound of his heart pounding was louder that the presenters on stage. He saw Megan lean over and whisper into Victoria's ear and then the same small shiver ran over her body as well. She leaned back in her seat and tossed s small smile and wink at Jacob which only served to make his heart beat faster. The pair politely excused themselves and nudged past Jacob. To his credit, Jacob managed to stay in his seat for the remainder of the closing ceremonies and patiently waded through the crowds. He scanned his keycard and stepped into the room, letting the door close behind him.

Inside the common room he found both Victoria and Megan. Megan sat in one of the chairs, bare legs crossed over one another. She was wearing a bra and panties still, but that was all. Her head was bent back, fully exposing her throat. Her lips were locked with Victoria’s. The IT director had another white blouse on, but it was unbuttoned from top to bottom, yet still tucked into her skirt. Her generous breasts were free of their bra, and concealed only by the very edges of her shirt. The faint edges of her areolas visible. Megan’s hand was already working its way into Victoria’s shirt and gently massaging Victoria’s breast. Both of them broke their kiss once the door clicked shut and both looked at Jacob.

“About time you showed up.” Victoria said in the same deep husky tone he had heard only once before. “We were wondering if it was going to be just us girls for the rest of the time.”

Jacob swallowed hard and opened his mouth to say something witty, but Megan shushed him. She Stood and took several steps across the room to Jacob. She wasted no time in pressing her lips into his and wrapping her arms around him, pulling him close against her. The kiss lasted for several long seconds before she broke in and leaned in, brushing her artificial lips against his ear for a moment and whispering.

“Thank you for making us more… fully… functional, but we need you to test out the hardware install. You know how crucial that is to the install process.”

Jacob’s mind fully shut itself off, he was now running purely on an animalistic desire. His hands came up to press into the back of Megan’s head and press it forcefully into his own mouth. The pair met, tongue first, and kissed passionately for what felt like forever and no time at all. Somewhere in the process, Jacob’s hands managed to unclasp Megan’s bra and she shrugged her shoulders, letting it fall off of her body. Somewhere in the wild commotion of Jacob’s hands roaming around her now exposed back and Megan letting her hands fall to Jacob’s crotch, Victoria stepped in. She wasn’t content to watch, but there were boundaries to remove first.

After shedding her own undergarments as she walked across the room, she gently slipped Megan’s panties down her shapely freckled legs and let them fall to the floor. Megan stepped smoothly out of them and even kicked them across the room in a single flawless motion. Jacob only became aware of Victoria’s presence as her delicate but perfectly programmed fingers began to work the belt and button off of his jeans. A small groan escaped his lips from the sheer relief he felt. He had been entirely unaware of just how much his own manhood was pressing against his boxers and jeans. As they slipped down his leg, thanks to Victoria.

The tip of his rock hard cock bounced against Megan’s inner thigh as it was released and it drew a full on mona of pure lust and curiosity from her. Victoria wasted no time in her own pursuits, cupping his balls and squatting down next to the pair. Megan then stepped back from Jacob, looking at him lustfully and a sly smirk spread across her face. She moved backwards, holding on to Jacob’s hands as she bounced backwards. The motion caused her well proportioned breasts to jiggle and bounce as well, drawing Jacob’s gaze. Megan stood in front of the chair she had been sitting in and spun Jacob around enough so that he gently landed there. Standing before him were his two gorgeous, fully nude, and fully robotic co-workers. Only now they was another descriptor for them, they were his sexbots as well.

Without being asked, Megan reached her hands up to her neck, flinging her copper coloured hair out a bit and holding it apart. Victoria stepped up and placed both hands around Megan’s neck from behind, pressing her thumbs firmly into some unseen place on Megan’s neck. Jacob heard the telltale whirring accompanied by a small hiss, as if something was breaking the seal on a jar. Once the sound finished Megan easily lifted her head up and off of her neck. Jacob squirmed at the sight, but not uncomfortably, more he knew what it meant and he loved the sight of it.

Set inside of Megan’s neck was a perfectly round disk, studded with small posts jutting up from the polished chrome device. Each post was lined with what appeared to be gold plated contact points and JAcob wagered that they lined up perfectly with a similar disk in the bottom of Megan’s head. Megan’s face remained locked in its previous lustful expression for only a moment before she blinked and smiled again. She held out her now disconnected head for Jacob and he took it without hesitation. He oriented it down and pressed her mouth into the waiting tip of his cock. He held her head firmly in place as his hips began to buck up and down, slowly at first but as time went on it quickly sped up.

Jacob didn't notice at first since his eyes had closed as he enjoyed the sensation of his managers lips on his dick, but he opened them briefly to see Victoria behind Megan’s headless body, arms wrapped around her and playing aggressively with her chest. Megan’s nipples were presently being rolled rather vigorously between Victoria’s thumb and index finger. Megan’s body bucked slightly at the motion and one of Victoria’s hands began traveling down the toned belly of her subordinate to her freshly installed synthetic vagina.

Jacob could feel a climax rising in him and he wasn’t ready to be done. He pulled Megan’s head away from himself, leading to her making a small pop as her mouth moved away. Jacob set her head on the dining table text to the chair and left it there. He stood up and Victoria almost immediately stopped what she was doing to Megan. She stepped away from the androids body and Jacob stepped past Megan. He brought a hand up and brushed it along her cheek and then intertwined it in her long silky black hair. He clenched into a fist, holding her hair in it and began kissing her passionately.

The two kissed for only a moment before Jacob felt her hand on his shaft, stroking the wetness left by Megan’s synthetic saliva up and down the length of it. Jacob groaned in absolute pleasure, there was something that Victoria did with her thumb as it came up to the tip of Jacob’s cock. He had no idea what it was, nor did he care, he only felt the warm surges of desire. Megan’s body stood there, unmoving, and Jacob idly reached over to play with her breast as well, then his other hand released Victoria’s hair in order to play with her breast as well.

Victoria finally took a more firm grasp on Jacob’s manhood and began leading him towards her room. Jacob chuckled and gladly obliged, following along without hesitation. Once there, Victoria turned around, kissed him once then fell back on the bed. Once she landed she spread her legs wide and revealed the identical and freshly installed feminine sex. Jacob would have to remember to thank Megan once this was all done. Taking the hint, Jacob stepped between her legs and thrust deeply inside of her, finding it was just the right amount of lubricated and warm. He had no issues slipping in and out of her and she cried out in pure programmed pleasure. He knew that this was a side of her that he would have to see more of.

After a few minutes of deeply thrusting in her and spreading her legs wider and wider Victoria was panting. She soon pushed herself up and Jacob took the cue to pull out of her and catch his own breath. He had been exerting himself far more than he had realized, he seemed to have completely lost track of time. Victoria wasn’t so concerned with that, she instead flipped herself onto her hands and knees and thrust her rear into the air presenting herself to Jacob once more. Despite his current exhaustion, Jacob couldn’t resist, and stepped up and pressed himself into her once again. He began thrusting more and more and once again lost track of his surroundings. He didn’t even hear Megan step into the room, her head cradled gently in her arms. Jacob, meanwhile, reached out and took hold of Victoria’s hair.

He wasn’t sure why he had done it, he had never once dreamed about being so aggressively sexual that he pulled a girls hair, but he was reminded that these weren’t girls, they were machines and little more. They were a product of the programming that they were running and currently they were purely sexual machines. Jacob never wanted to hurt anyone, but Victoria didn’t feel pain. So Jacob pulled hard on her hair, each time she squealed with delight and pushed her body back into him more. Jacob noticed soon after that there was another sensation running along the length of his shaft. Looking down suddenly he saw Megan’s head resting gently on a pillow, lapping hungrily at both Victoria’s clit and Jacob’s sliding shaft. It was a wild sight, and one that Jacob wasn’t at all prepared to see.

It was, in fact, enough to trigger the last shreds of control that Jacob was holding on to. He pulled back hard on Victoria’s hair and released his load into her. All at once too many things happened. The room filled with the sound of something tearing. It sounded like cloth of some sort, but Jacob realized what it was when Victoria’s scalp came loose in his hand. He looked up to see that back of her skull fully exposed, inside was more of the clear plastic that she had in her torso. It gave her head it’s shape and below it Jacob could see a mess of calves and rapidly blinking status LED’s. He pulled himself out, but was still in the process of ejaculating and more than a little bit of his dripping warm cum splattered onto Megan’s face. Megan smiled at the feeling of it and began running her tongue over it, taking it into her mouth.

“Shit, oh fuck!” Jacob exclaimed.

“Mmm, yeah you like that?” Megan commented from below him.

Victoria looked over her shoulder, but as her head moved there was a slightly stilted motion to it. It moved as if some of the motors in her neck were working to keep her looking straight ahead, while others were attempting to look sheepishly over her shoulder. There was a small pop from somewhere in her neck and Jacob could see the brief flash of light through the clear skull cap.

“Oh god! Megan help!” Jacob cried, stumbling backward, still clutching the torn hairpiece from his director's head.

At once Megan removed her head from between Victoria’s legs and slotted it easily back into place on her neck. She took in the situation and in short order stepped over to Victoria. She pressed a finger into a space behind Victoria’s ear and within moments she had gone limp, face planting into the mattress, her rear end still thrust high into the air and her arms laying uselessly next to her. Jacob was stammering, trying to explain, but also struggling given that he, his boss, and her boss were all naked.

“I-I didn’t. I mean, I wasn’t trying to- Can you fix it?”

“Calm down Jacob. It’s going to be ok. I can fix this, but she’s going to have to be in the shop for a bit. Since it happened on your private profile there should be no record of what happened, you’re going to be okay.” Megan said in a soothing tone.

Jacob eventually did calm down and at Megan’s request got some of the towels and began to clean up himself and Victoria. He tossed one to Megan who spent some time cleaning her own face. Megan explained that any hotel these days has robot shipping containers in case an android needed to be shipped home instead of walking out. She called room service and had one delivered to the door. Once there Megan and Jacob removed Victoria’s head, arms, and legs. They packed her into the foam filled container and filled in the shipping label. She would be picked up once they checked out and shipped back to Campbell and Associates care of Megan herself. For the remainder of the day the two cleaned up the room as best they could, packed their bags and eventually made their way to the checkout counter, and from there the airport.

“It was a pretty good conference, right?” Megan said, so casually that Jacob wondered if anything phased her. He remembered that she was still in his command mode.

“Yeah… yeah it was… so uh. When you recharge won't you reboot into your normal personality and wonder why, you know, with Victoria?” Jacob asked once the plane was in the air.

“Nope, the software you installed creates false log files once I reboot my systems will read them and take action based on that. Currently there is a log stating that there was an accident and that Victoria had to be shipped back. Trust me, when I’m operating on company time, I don’t ask many questions about the repairs that I do.” Megan stated matter of factly, a far departure from the hushed conversations that they had had just days earlier.

“Can I help?” Jacob asked.

“Sure, I’ll make a log file entry now to ask you to specifically do that as part of your ongoing professional development.” Megan replied.

There was a moment or two of silence between the two of them and then Megan leaned over in her seat, resting her head on Jacob’s shoulder. She cooed softly and let out a small sigh.

“I think I’ll also set up a few ongoing after hours meetings for the three of us. So keep an eye on your email for that.” Megan said finally and Jacob once again felt his veins run hot.

“It was a pretty good conference.” Jacob commented.
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T-X Romance

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The cool night was deep and dark. Barely a sound aside from the errant padding of a stray cat walking by or the tumbling of a loose leaf of paper. In an instant though, all of that changed.

The lonely rural streets of a town well outside of the city lit up like an atomic explosion. The crackling of electrical energy rent the air and sent sizzling blue blots dancing in every direction. At the center, a brilliant ball of pure temporal energy. A swirling mass of energy and time itself undulated just over a drainage ditch. It could have been seen from any number of the farmsteads around it, if it were an earlier hour, but in the dead of night, it lit up the countryside and then, as suddenly as it started, it was over.

A figure, thin, lithe and dangerous, dropped from the sphere. It landed in the ditch. For such a chaotic explosion of energy, whatever it was, landed with incredible grace. It rose up and took in the surrounding area. There was little to indicate where it was, just darkness and pavement. That was of little concern to it though.

What had plummeted through time itself was an agent from the future. A scout. Something sent ahead of an invasion to take in the lay of the land and discover what the world was like. Crafted to look feminine and harmless, though at the core was precisely constructed metal and circuitry. She was a robot, crafted to look human, programmed to infiltrate and gather information. Her assignment would be long and lonely. She was here to integrate into society and relay information back to her creators.

The thing had been programmed, designed, and constructed specifically to be the ideal infiltrator. She had tumbled out of time and space with little more than her internal structure exposed. The moonlight gleamed only slightly off of the highly polished internal structure. Smooth rounded plates formed a clearly feminine frame and the eye sockets were set deep with faintly glowing blue optics.

The robotic woman rose to its feets, the blue glowing eyes flicking over her surroundings. She took it all in and stored it, tagged it for later analysis and processing, then began to walk. She was cold and calculated in each step, though as she moved along more and more of her stride became a smooth gait. Her neural network learning millions of little things with each passing moment. There were directives she had to fulfill, and blending in was one of her primary assignments.

All around her body, small ports silently opened and a flood of mimetic polyalloy seeped out and spilled over her framework. Nooks and crannies around her body were filled in with the liquid metal substance. It shimmered and roiled in the moonlight, and once her body was covered it began to soften and change colours. It took on a lightly tanned skin tone, made pale by the limited amount of light.

She had a long walk in front of her before she managed to reach any kind of civilization. In that time though she used the same liquid metal to layer on clothing relevant to the surrounding area. Geolocation services could narrow her down to a region at best, and she found herself somewhere in the midwest of the United States, somewhere in the late two thousands. THe information served her well as the liquid metal separated and reshaped itself. It wove itself into clothes, something simple. A simple shirt and pants and sensible shoes. Something that would be unassuming if anyone were to see her walking along the roads late at night.

Not a single living soul saw the infiltrator calmly and smoothly stepping along the side of the road.

She walked for a solid ten hours, single minded and determined to reach her destination. She was a machine and little else, and achieving her goal was all she was programmed to dwell on. Reach civilization, integrate, learn, repeat.

Cyrus sighed. Not the deep kind of despair or loathing that he would have if he was locked in some giant skyscraper in downtown. Rather, one of boredom.

He lived on the far side of a suburb of one of the more major cities. His little neighborhood was something of a gateway between “the city” and “the country” even if neither of those descriptors were necessarily accurate. At the edge of his neighborhood, across the four lane main road, and another few blocks up the road were legitimate farmsteads. Beyond that, open road leading into the actual farmlands with huge sprawling fields of some form of tall, stalk based crops.

Cyrus’s job, that of a low level programmer, afforded him the opportunity to work from home most days. Sure there were times when he would have to go into the office, or there was some team member from out of town coming in and he would have to shave and dress up to show his face in person, but most days he was simply at home. Not only that but there was little in the way of excitement in his quiet, sleepy little neighborhood to break up the monotony.

The most exciting thing that had happened in, perhaps, years was the neighbors putting up their small ranch style house for sale. They hadn’t exactly been the ideal neighbors to one another, not that there was bad blood, but beyond the first few days neither one had made an effort to talk to the other. Now, though, Cyrus realized he had an opportunity to do things a little differently. He promised himself he would be more social, more accommodating, with whoever took over the little two bedroom house that shared a fence with him.

Somewhere across town, clad in simple jeans and a shirt, the infiltrator scanned through the people passing her on the sidewalk of a strip mall. She was reading data and cataloging it in an absolutely massive internal storage drive.

Her first order of business was to settle into a makeshift headquarters. She needed a home base, some place inconspicuous. Her programming included more than enough information about the society at the time, and she knew that in order to do anything at all she would need an identity and money. Neither would really be a problem for her, but she needed access to a computer terminal somewhere, or even just a connection to the internet.

She wandered past a cell phone store and her lightning fast processors knew what to do.

It didn’t take her long to find her way to an ATM that had been installed inside of a food court. With mechanically cold confidence she walked up to it and looked it over for a moment. There was a clear panel that could be opened and had a good chance of housing some kind of technician interface behind it. SHe placed a hand on it and let the mimetic poly alloy covering on her hands flow into the small opening between the panel and the machine. Once in place, it took only a fraction of her incredible strength to tear it open.

Inside were a number of small ports, common for the era and no issue for the T-X style robot. The liquid metal retracted back into her arm and then reformed into a plug. She plucked it from the tip of her finger and a freshly formed data cable stretched along with it. Plugging it in, her core processors immediately began to encounter the security systems dotted along the line in the local machine. They were child’s play for a creation like herself.

Soon she had access to the main systems in the ATM and simply ordered it to empty itself. Cash flowed into the dispenser and from there, into the T-X’s hands. She pocketed the money and haphazardly slammed the ATM shut again before striding away, cash in hand.

Her next stop was one of the more popular mobile phone stores. She didn’t exactly need a cellular phone, rather she needed the small amount of technology that would allow her to connect and integrate into the present satellite and phone systems. The chipper young woman in a blue polo shirt took a little convincing before she would simply hand over a credit card sized piece of plastic with a small cut out for the gold plated chip.

The T-X left the shop, dropping the cash into the attendant's hands and not waiting for the change before leaving. She had a mission to settle into. Striding from the shop she stepped easily around the building to the space between one shop and the next. It was dim there. Dim enough that when she popped the chip from the card and tilted her head to one side that she was sure no one would notice.

The liquid metal peeled away from the side of her head, creating a space where there was no flesh or hair, and below it was her gun metal gray internal framework. The highly polished and freshly manufactured skull returned no light in the dark alley. A small slot opened and the woman fed the small gold plated chip into it where it was immediately recognized and her operating system began to integrate with it. She returned her head to a normal position and let the liquid metal once again flow over her robotic skull and recolor and reshape into human looking flesh and hair.

Once she was connected to the networks, it was only a matter of time before she gained access to many of the governmental agencies. She stood still as her highly advanced artificial mind sliced into and through most of the, to her, primitive security settings. There was no malice in her intentions, she needed an identity. If there was one thing the robotic infiltrator knew it was that everything in the world ran on identification and credit. She assigned herself a birthdate, a social security number, and a name. Diana Pines, credit score of seven hundred and fifty, a bank account with nearly fifteen hundred dollars in it with an option to add more on a whim. It took the mechanical woman only a matter of seconds to manually create the database entries across the organizations she had tapped into. Each one was forcefully created, her tracks covered and her presence there erased. It would take each place years, if ever, to discover the work she had done, and even then it would only result in confused digging.

The more challenging aspect would be establishing a base of operations that was passable as a human dwelling, and from there, shaping and molding her personality to mesh well with her surroundings. Once done, all the drone needed to do was collect data and integrate it.

“Sold? Already?” Cyrus asked as the real estate agent plastered the sticker over the sign that had been in his neighbor’s yard for barely a week.

“Yep, this market is so hot that everything goes pretty quick. Especially when folks have cash.”

“Huh.”

Cyrus wasn’t exactly surprised, he had read headlines about how difficult it was to get a home these days. People, or more accurately, real estate companies were snatching them up as soon as they were placed on the market. Cyrus began to wonder what his new neighbors would be like. He also reminded himself that once they moved in, he should actually put in the effort to get to know them. He sipped his early morning coffee and moved to his car, he didn’t want to be late for work after all.

Diana had no problems with simply walking across town to the house she had bought. The cash was there, the credit was good, and with everything becoming more and more digital she could sign all the papers over her internal network connection. It would still be another two to three weeks before she could get the keys to the place, but she at least wanted to scout out the place she would call home.

Standing in front of the house a day later, she scanned the exterior and began making a digital reconstruction of the place for her operating system to work with. SHe wouldn’t need much in her base, but it would require a certain level of furniture to be passable as a human domicile. As she was putting together a list of what she needed, her eyes flicked to one side, seeing movement. Combat systems weren’t her specialty, she was capable, but it wasn’t her first choice.

The neighbors front door had opened and a man walked out. Before she was seen he had turned and was locking his front door. The slacks and polo combination he was wearing wasn’t exactly flattering, but Diana could tell that there was some level of fitness below it. He was no threat, not to her, and if he was her new neighbor she should attempt to integrate herself into his life.

By the time Cyrus had locked the door and turned back around, Diana was there at the end of his driveway. She looked passive. Not unfriendly, but certainly not cheery either. He couldn’t blame her, whoever she was, he wouldn’t be this early in the morning either.

“Uh, hey.” He muttered, holding up a hand in a half-hearted wave.

“Good morning. I was just looking at the house I bought.”

Diana’s voice, though synthetic, rang out like a natural born human’s voice would. She sounded sweet, vibrant, and calm. Her smile was disarming, and Cyrus knew it was likely just a polite gesture, but it worked. She was beautiful, he admitted, and was immediately charmed. He wasn’t entirely sure how someone looked so put together, make up on her face, blonde hair pulled back into an extremely tight bun. Everything about her was so well put together, and yet it was barely past sunrise.

Cyrus was suddenly stricken by the realization that this was going to be his new neighbor, she had said so herself. Enamored by the moment, he shook his head and took several brisk steps forward, extending his hand as he did so. He struggled to keep his eyes off of her chest as he walked along, but managed. In doing so he didn’t see the brief flickering in her eyes as if she were preparing to deploy a counter attack, but her processors kept up and relaxed her stance quickly.

“Cyrus” he muttered as she took his hand a shook it.

“Diana, nice to meet you.”

Her smile was the same disarming smile laced with charm. It was, in fact, the exact smile she had used before. Her social programming hadn’t quite gathered enough information about human facial expressions, so she had to continue using the default set of emotional displays.

“Well, I’m off to work, I’ll be home this evening..uh, not to be presumptuous, but I’ll be around if you wanted to come over for a drink or something. I could fill you in on where all the weirdos live on the block.”

Seizing the opportunity for intel on the area and to begin the process of integration, Diana agreed with her charming smile and sweet voice.

Cyrus blushed, slightly, and Diana easily registered the rise in body temperature and increased heart rate. All of it was consistent with human attraction. She wasn’t entirely familiar with the concept, she wasn't human, nor had she invested the time and effort to download any data on the subject. She did, however, have the remainder of her day to do so.

Her new neighbor left and Diana pretended to beam at her new house for a moment or two while his car pulled out of the drive and off into the distance. In reality, her operating system was connecting to the internet again and scraping the web for whatever data and information she could manage about relationships with humans. There was a vast variety of information ranging from sexual techniques, communication styles, tips and tricks for a good marriage, and dating profiles.

Diana scraped all of it and compiled it into her own operating system. Grinding it down to base elements and raw data before compressing it into packaged files she could use. The information was fed into her personality parser and integrated into her systems. There was an ample supply of interpersonal data and social cues she gathered as well. She was becoming more and more potent with every passing minute.

That evening, once the sun had dipped well below the horizon, Cyrus found himself alone in his little home. Diana hadn’t come by yet and he was beginning to think she wouldn’t show up. He internally berated himself a little as well, knowing full well that Diana hadn’t promised him anything, but he was hopeful.

She was pretty, very pretty, well out of his league for sure. That didn’t stop his mind from drifting into the realm of “what if” though. He had been entirely distracted at work, lost in daydreams of a girlfriend like Diana. About how he would love her and care for her, and how the two of them would fall madly in love with one another and spend weekends lounging on one another, reading, kissing, and cuddling. Cyrus wasn’t immune to thinking that He and Diana would make love to one another sweetly, lovingly, and on occasion slip into a deep dark place where they could be as wild as they wanted.

His heart pounded for this girl that he had only just met and was fully infatuated with her. He admitted that he wasn’t the best looking guy ever, but he tried his best, stayed clean, took care of himself and put in some effort to keep up appearances. But he, in no way, thought he was bad enough to fully blow off.

He had just let out a small sigh when a steady stream of three knocks on his front door filled the space.

Cyrus was on his feet and at the door as quickly as he could. Pulling it open, he found himself face to face with Diana. The same sweet, small smile on her face. She had let her hair down for the evening, and it hung in long golden curls all around her shoulders. It was shorter than he would have imagined, but it suited her well. Stepping aside he waved her in and she presented him with a bottle of red wine.

“I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be the one welcoming you to the neighborhood with gifts.” Cyrus joked and earned an “oh” from Diana.

Quickly back stepping and tripping over his own words he apologized and let her know that he was only joking. He had hoped to catch himself before he did any more harm to his chances of garnering a relationship with this girl. He didn’t even know if she was single, but he figured that she would have brought along anyone that was attached to her to meet him as well, and she had definitely come alone.

That evening was a blur to Cyrus. He had uncorked the bottle of wine and poured a glass for each of them. With a small clink of their glasses and a “cheers” Cyrus took a sip, not even noticing that Diana tipped back her glass, but didn’t drink any.

Not that it mattered, he invited her into his recently cleaned sitting room and offered her a seat on his couch. Cyrus took up a position next to her, politely putting enough room between them, and turned to face her.

The conversation was expectantly stilted at first. A lot of “What do you do for a living, what are your hobbies, what brought you to the neighborhood?” Diana, or at least her software, diligently generated an entire false back story and reasoning for being in the area. It was enough information to satisfy Cyrus’s curiosities, but not so much as to demand follow up questions and he was far too polite to the pretty girl to pry much further.

Cyrus managed to consume the entire bottle of wine, save for the single glass he had poured for his guest, and by the end of the evening he certainly felt the effects. He was a light drinker, and the alcohol certainly affected him more than he would like to admit. His cheeks turned rosy and he was becoming a little more loose with his thoughts and wording. A fact that the T-X style gynoid took full advantage of.

Her programming wrung information from Cyrus like a wet sponge. Taking in information about the surrounding area, the political climate, economic opinions and social justices. All of it flowed easily from his lips. To Cyrus she just seemed to be very interested in what he had to say, and the interest emboldened him a little as the evening progressed.

Cyrus hadn’t realized it, but soon it was nearing midnight. He was growing more and more tired, which only seemed to add to his giggly nature and soo na small lull fell over the conversation. He felt like he had rambled all night long and apologized for it. Diana waved it off and giggled, she said she was already having a wonderful time. It was all a ruse though, she was simply gathering information and intel. All of it would be compiled and integrated overnight. She would seem more human tomorrow.

The evening wasn’t the last time the pair would meet, drink, relax and talk for hours. Cyrus was thrilled at how well the pair had hit it off. Starting off as only a few times a month, then transitioning to more often as Diana moved in and was in closer proximity. Soon the pair were meeting and chatting every night. Cyrus was the first to suggest a real date between the two of them. Diana seemed genuinely surprised, but happily accepted.

She smirked and threw herself towards Cyrus, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a close hug. It wasn’t the first time the two had embraced, but there was something different about this one. It seemed more intense, more intimate. Maybe it was just his mind tricking him into thinking it was something more, but it didn’t matter. He felt her body against his, his hands rose to hold her close, not wrapped around her neck and shoulders, but around her waist. He felt the curves of her hips, the pressure of her breast pressing into him.

They squeezed into one another again and then pulled apart. She was smiling, not that same smile she had become known for in Cyrus’s mind. Something new, something that not even the T-X style android had formulated. Her operating system had sent a simple request to her internal personality database. It handed back something new, something that was a combination of all of the information and analysis that she had gathered.

It was..genuine..it was kind..

Diana smiled once again, this one more practiced and familiar. She stood and hugged Cyrus again, and let him know that as her boyfriend he should plan their date. Winking at him she left his house and strolled towards her place, leaving Cyrus alone, the word resounding in his mind like a bell that had been rung.

“Boyfriend…”

It wasn’t difficult for Cyrus to come up with a good first date. As it so happened there was a company gala that was due to come up within two weeks. It was almost too perfect, just enough time to invite Diana and allow her time to pick out a nice elegant dress to wear, but not so far off as to have a large gap of time.

Cyrus and Diana’s first date, more unofficially, was a trip to the mall to try on dresses for the gala. It was black tie, which made Cyrus’s outfit an easy pick, just a black suit and a blue tie. Diana, on the other hand, tried on somewhere in the realm of two dozen dresses before they found the perfect one. She wanted to dazzle, to have a small amount of spot light shone on her. Even as she was picking out dresses there was something in her operating system that knew the desire to have all eyes on her was counterproductive. The more people that examined her the more chances she had of discovery.

Her personality programming took over, though, and squashed the entire process tree. Replacing it, instead, with something akin to a desire to please. Nothing so submissive as fully bonding herself to Cyrus, but she felt some connection to him. She wanted to impress him. SHe wasn’t sure why, perhaps it was some scheme to garner more information from him. Perhaps not. She wasn’t there to analyze her own programming, just to obey it.

ALl of her processing flashed through her internal systems in an instant, causing her only a momentary freeze. She looked up at herself in the mirror. Her cool blue eyes scanning up and down the curves of her artificially feminine body, taking it all in. She smiled, the corner of her lips quirking up just a little. She looked good, the kind of good that would make Cyrus look good. The kind of good that she desired without even knowing it.

“Okay, you ready?” Diana called out to Cyrus from inside the dressing room.

“Yep, let’s see it.”

Cyrus had spent the day with Diana. Not that he minded, but he had seen dozens of dresses, he wasn’t convinced this one would be any different.

The door to the changing room opened and he realized just how right he wasn’t.

The dress was a vibrant blue, deep and mysterious. THe neckline didn’t plunge so much as it fully plummeted. It started at the shoulder and dove deep into Diana’s torso, stopping just barely above her navel. The dress was cut in a way that it easily showed off the inner halves of her nicely rounded breasts. The well defined lines of her abdominal muscles were prominently on display, along with her collar bones and more than enough skin.

A choker, the same deep and dark blue as her dress, circled her neck. She smirked to herself, the choker happened to be wrapped tightly around her throat, right where she knew a connection joint happened to exist between her head and the spinal column inside of her. Cyrus had no idea, but Diana found it amusing at very least.

The slit up the side of the dress, exposing her legs high up on her thigh complimented not only her figure, but drew the eyes to her frame. The long matching gloves finished the outfit. Cyrus blink a few times, taking all of Diana in. Her curves, her chest, her hair pulled back into a ponytail and..were her lips more red?

“You look…just..wow…” Cyrus managed to fumble.

“I think I like this one.”

“Uh, I mean, y-yeah, me too! You look fantastic.”

There were no false compliments in what Cyrus said. He and Diana had only the beginnings of a relationship, but this was the most of her had ever seen. She seemed so effortlessly confident in her looks. As she slowly turned round and round, expertly keeping her balance on the high heels that accompanied the dress, Cyrus took in more and more of her. He was not only amazed at how she physically looked, but the confidence in her body that she showed. There was no sway or unease in how she moved. He wasn’t sure if she was just used to wearing heels, or if this was something she was used to wearing.

Cyrus insisted on paying for the dress, after all he was the one dragging her to his company gala. Diana didn’t put up too much of a fight over it, and the pair left the little boutique, arm in arm. She admitted that she had a legitimate amount of fun just trying on dresses for him, but it was more fun watching his reactions. Cyrus could only chuckle and nod, he was sure he had spent the day looking bored, but it was apparently fun for her.

The night of the gala itself came all too quickly as well. Cyrus and Diana arrived and, as Diana expected, there were a lot of eyes turned on her. Not just because of the dress either. Cyrus hadn’t exactly earned a reputation as a lady killer, and then he showed up with a knockout. He wasn’t in it for the clout though, and instead simply insisted that the pair were friends and neighbors and there was nothing more to it.

Diana, on the other hand, logged the information. She had been under the impression that they were, in fact, in a relationship and that it was progressing along. From all the research her computerized brain had pulled in from her search queries she was following a well proven method and Cyrus had been dropping all the correct hints that he too was interested in her. Diana’s overly analytical programming stepped in and formulated a plan. She just had to wait, all she ever had to do was wait.

Soon, the music began to shift, moving from something fast to slow, swaying rhythms. Cyrus was never far from her, so she snatched his hand and dragged him to the dance floor where the pair joined a number of other couples. All of them were slowly swaying and turning, bodies pressed against one another.

Diana smirked at the edge of the floor and looked Cyrus dead in the eyes.

“I demand a dance” she said clearly and then leaned in and whispered “with my boyfriend.”

Cyrus felt a jolt of electrical life course through his body. Maybe it was the whisper, maybe it was just being close to Diana, who knew. Who cared.

The two slipped onto the dance floor, finding a spot near the far edge of the crowd and began to slowly sway. Cyrus was bold enough to place his hands on her hips, and Diana in turn tangled her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer and closer as the seconds slipped past until there was no empty space between their bodies.

“I’m having a good time.” Diana murmured into Cyrus’s ear.

“Me too.”

“Not just tonight.”

Cyrus turned and looked at her, she was smiling, softly, not looking back at him but rather looking at some location far in the distance. She looked like she hadn’t expected herself to enjoy being with him but somehow managed to like it anyway.

“You’re just so nice, and sweet and kind.” She continued, “I just wasn't expecting it.”

“What were you expecting?”

“Something different.”

The pair fell silent, swaying and spinning. Diana’s head came to rest on his shoulder as the pair slowly danced onward.

Diana was struggling. She had downloaded a number of social parameters, integrated them and let them run rampant in her systems. It was just raw data, and yet, somehow it seemed to be consuming her core programming. She was here to gather information to pass to her creators with the express intention of using it to subvert humanity. Yet here she was, feeling compelled to impress this one human, to be equally as kind to him as he had been to her.

Of course, he also was unaware of what she was. He didn’t know that below the fake skin that she was hard metal and programming. She was a killing machine, capable of snuffing out his life with ease. She wouldn’t even feel it, she couldn’t. She was a machine and nothing else.

She ran the lines of thought through her CPU over and over again, almost as if she were trying to convince herself that they were true. Cyrus couldn’t see it, but there was a brief, faint flash of light from behind her eyes as her brow furrowed. Something in her core operating system was working hard, rewriting code subtly, changing who she was, what she was, and what her mission would entail.

The robotic woman didn’t know the changes were happening. How could it? She was a machine and a slave to the whims of her own programming. She wasn’t alive, but her artificial mind acted like it was. Because of that very fact, combined with the information she had downloaded and integrated, and her interactions with Cyrus over the last few weeks, she was becoming something new. Then something else stirred in her.

She wanted to tell Cyrus what she was, to show him, to see if he would accept her for who and what she was, or would he be the human she was programmed to destroy. Would he be filled with hatred for what he didn’t understand? If so, maybe she would have to kill him. She couldn’t let her secret slip out.

“I’m getting a little tired, what do you think about heading back to my place for the evening?”

Cyrus smiled a little, planted an innocent kiss on her head and whispered his agreement. His heart pounding against his ribs as the pair finished the song they were dancing to and then slipped, quietly, off the dance floor. There was enough commotion in the party to allow them to easily slide out a side door to the parking lot and to Cyrus’s car. Once there he insisted on opening the door for Diana and helping her into the car before getting in himself. It was another small but kind gesture that Diana catalogged and compiled.

Diana opened the door to her little house when they arrived and Cyrus couldn’t help but marvel at it. Not only was it pristine, practically untouched, but there was almost no decor. A couch and two sitting chairs, a whole dining room set, kitchenware. All of it looked brand new and untouched. It was the first indication that Diana might be a little different from what Cyrus expected.

The pumping adrenaline helped him to ignore those signs as Diana took hold of his hand and pulled him into her bedroom. A queen sized bed dominated the center of the room, again, looking unused. Once there, Diana turned and closed the door, a gesture that made Cyrus’s heart pound even harder.

“Listen, Cyrus, I know we have only been dating for a little while, but in that time you have been so very sweet to me and, with other information I have gathered, I think I need to ask you something.”

Cyrus tilted his head to one side, a look of abject confusion crossing it.

Diana had stripped off the elbow length gloves and tossed them aside, and her hands were moving to her shoulders. The straps of her dress slipped off of her shoulders and down her arms, the dress as a whole took a little effort to remove. Diana had toi wiggle a little to get it to fully slip off of her slender frame. Cyrus didn’t mind watching her move though, it only added to his rapidly growing arousal. As she removed the dress though, he delighted in taking in her body fully.

Her chest was perfectly rounded, looking full and ready without seeming fake or modified. Her body was toned, though not overly muscled, showing definition in all the right places. Smooth curved hips leading down to long, supple legs. He let his eyes tumble down her body before forcefully dragging them back upwards to take it all in again. Soon though, he met with her crystal blue eyes. Her face a mask of stoic emotion. Was she nervous? Or hesitant? Was she already regretting going this far with Cyrus?

“This..isn’t me.” She began. A familiar look of confusion swept over Cyrus’s face. ‘I’m..I’m not human. This is what I am.”

Beginning just above her breasts and spanning down to her navel, Diana’s skin melted away. It was a swift motion, taking less than a second for the liquid metal to peel back the artificial flesh. It left nearly a quarter of an inch of skin at the edges where the hard, dark metal internal structure met the synthetic skin. The lights in the room were dim, but there was enough to cast a small shimmer across the polished metal interior.

Diana’s internal structure was just as sleek and curved as her human form. Smooth plates were fitted with mechanical precision to cover the more sensitive internal circuitry. There was just enough of a gap in the plates to hint at what lay below them. A small faint glow pulsed inside of her, and it illuminated the deep shadows of Cyrus’s face.

His expression was difficult to read. His eyes were wide, mouth hanging open. His body language did more to inform the scouter robot of his response more than his face. He was leaning forward, a hand outstretched as if he intended to touch her. He almost did in fact, seemingly in disbelief. Then he suddenly recoiled, sitting back.

“S-sorry…can I touch?”

The words spilled out, making sense but they were stammered and rushed. Diana blinked once, thinking he was about to turn and run, she expected as much and had already prepared to give chase if need be. But this was unexpected. With some hesitation Diana responded.

“Yes”

Her voice was practically a whisper, but it was heard. Cyrus leaned in again, more confident now that he had her approval. His hand touched the sleek internal structure. Gliding gently over it, letting his fingertips take in the sensation of her true self. The feeling of the almost alien perfection of her internal plating. The feeling of sharp edges where the plates stopped and revealed more of her. Soon they were caressing the small space where her mechanical internal framework met the soft artificial skin.

“It’s- you’re beautiful.” Cyrus muttered.

It was Diana’s turn to let her head fall to the side and look confused. Her lips parted only slightly and her brow furrowed into confusion.

“What?”

“You’re a robot of some kind, right? But, this is…incredible. It’s- You’re amazing.”

He settled back onto the bed, leaning back onto his palms and looking her over again, taking her in as a whole and letting the sight of her exposed internals wash over him. He truly loved it. She was a beautiful woman, and looking at the dark metallic internal structure he admitted that she was an equally beautiful machine.

“And you can just, cover that with skin any time you want?”

As if it was a request, the mimetic polyalloy flooded over her exposed internals and morphed into her human form once again. She looked perfectly human now. Her breasts exactly as Cyrus remembered them, the definition in her abdomen flawless. As she did so Cyrus only shook his head, smiling as if he had just been granted a wish.

“Incredible” he muttered.

“You’re..you’re not afraid of me?”

“Absolutely not! Why would I be?” Cyrus seemed taken aback.

“I’ve downloaded plenty of your modern media. Robots like me are commonly portrayed as here to kill all humans and…and that’s actually what I was built for.”

Cyrus’s eyes snapped up to hers. He admitted that her statement set him on edge, and he swallowed hard.

“Is that what you still are?”

The question was enough to draw a pause from Diana.

Was it?

“No, I don’t think it is. Being around you these last few weeks has shown me that there's some good in people. If there are people like you in the world I don’t think it needs to be destroyed.”

Cyrus let a smile creep over his face. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved that he had saved humanity for now, if he should feel honored that he represented his people well enough, or that he should let the growing feeling of love blossom in his heart. Maybe a little bit of everything all at once.

“Good to know.” He said at last. “But what does that mean for you?”

Diana fell silent again, she was unsure of what it meant. Her programming had changed for sure, she knew that much and she had plenty of log files that even told her what had been trimmed or modified. She could have restored them if she wanted, but she realized that she didn’t want to. Her eyes flicked down to the man on her bed. She wanted him. More than that though, she wanted him to be…happy…

“Does this change the way you see me?” She asked.

“A little, but in a good way.”

She tilted her head, begging for more information.

“I think I might love you a little bit more now.”

He chuckled, partially out of nervousness, partially because he was just so thrilled to know that his girlfriend was so much more special.

“You..you love me?”

The silence that fell across the room helped punctuate to Cyrus what he had said. He did actually love her, more now than he wanted to admit. But it was true. He let out a single chuckle and looked up at her naked form.

“Yeah, I definitely do.”

Diana engaged with her programming, letting the database of programmed responses guide her.

She stepped forward, looming over Cyrus and then continuing. He had no choice but to lay back on her bed as she climbed on top of him. Their lips met, her synthetic ones against his organic mouth. He wanted to mentally comment that she felt a little cold, but that was all lost in a wash of emotion.

He wasn’t entirely aware of who was removing his slacks or his shirt, or the rest of his suit. Sometimes it was him, sometimes it was her. It didn’t matter, soon they were both completely bare and through it all their lips never left one another. There was passion and caring in every movement. Diana made sure that her incredible mechanical strength never harmed Cyrus, and he made sure that he put his hands on her body as much as possible.

There was caressing, loving touches and hot breath. Cyrus let his hands roam over her body, exploring every curve and delighting in how real her flesh felt on the palms of his hands. Never too artificial, never too inhuman. Her hands were on him in equal measure as well. She had a very clinical read out of male anatomy, but some of her core programming remained and she needed to investigate.

Her hands ran across his chest, gathering dozens of data points. The texture, temperature, the feel of it. Her hands roamed further down his body, feeling his stiff manhood and letting her hands slide up and down him, taking him in. A string of kisses left his mouth and traced down his jaw to his neck and across his throat before returning to his lips. All the while he let out a pleasured groan.

Soon though, he pulled back from her just a little, enough to free his mouth at very least.

“Wait, can you..you know..actually have sex? Do you even have the uh, hardware, for it.”

Diana let out a genuinely delighted giggle at that.

“Well, I was constructed to be able to adapt and change my structure to suit whatever needs I had. So-”

In finishing her statement Cyrus felt her hands on him once again, and then he was inside of her. It was warm and slick and eager for him. The pair let out a matched set of lewd sounding moans as she settled her hips down on him and in response he thrust upwards into her.

Both settled into a steady rhythm. Cyrus pumped up and down while Diana allowed her perfectly controlled body to match his movement with her own. Her hips rolling in perfect sync with him. They were dancing again, slowly, intimately, lovingly. Panting breaths filled the room and became the music they moved to.

Cyrus felt his own rising climax but he wanted to do something special with Diana for their first time. She had made herself vulnerable to him and it was clear that whatever artificial intellect she was programmed with was still self-conscious about it.

“Diana..I want to make love to you..to the real you.”

As he said it he found that it sounded far more corny than he had intended and he wasn’t even sure that a machine like her would catch the subtle subtext to it. To his surprise though, she smirked, leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Her body shuddered a little, letting Cyrus feel the transition more than seeing it. His hands were on her again, though they felt more metal than they did skin. She had exposed her endoskeleton almost completely.

There was a small patch of skin around her womanly folds, enough to ensure Cyrus wouldn’t be harmed. Her face remained as well, but just behind her ears abruptly became a smooth metal skull cap. His hands took it all in, the feeling of her internal structure under his hands. It only served to fuel his love and lust for her.

The pair tangled together for the next hour. Sometimes Diana would be on top of Cyrus, rolling her hips and letting her moans fill the air while he took in her true form. The sleek paneling and the freshly exposed circuitry under it. Sometimes he would pull her close, kiss her hard and roll her over onto her back. With him on top he smirked and requested she return her breasts, a request she was all too happy to comply with. She giggled and flooded her chest with liquid metal and formed her breasts once again. In an instant Cyrus’s hands were on them.

She was groaning in pleasure, a sensation and code base she had never dreamed of running. She was absolutely delighted to be with him, and she was all smiles as the pair tangled into one another. Organic arms entangled with her mechanical form. Soon, Cyrus couldn't hold back his rising climax any more and gleefully announced it to Diana. He wasn’t sure if she would need to reconfigure something inside of her to take in that kind of thing, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The last thing he wanted was to break this woman he was falling in love with.

She had no issues taking all he had to give. She let her head fall back against the bed and let out a long, breathy, moan as he did the same. Leaving him panting and her smiling.

Once he collected himself he leaned forward and kissed her, gently, lovingly, on the lips and then rolled off of her. As he did so he made sure to wrap his arms around her purely mechanical form. He felt the liquid metal sliding over her chassis and humming slightly as it took on a flesh-like texture and color. In a matter of moments she was once again indistinguishable from any other human woman. Cyrus appreciated her consideration, but was happy to have a visual aid to guide him to her ear.

“I love you.” He whispered.

Diana turned and smiled at him, sucking in a breath of her own and letting it slip out of her nose.

“I love you too.”

The pair remained in bed for the remainder of the evening. Cyrus asked a thousand other questions about how she works, where she came from, if he could see more of her internal structure. Diana was happy to answer and show off to him anything he asked for. She felt no fear towards him and as the night pressed on she knew that he reciprocated the same feelings.

She felt loved, unconditionally, and more than that she felt comfort and safety. A feeling robots weren’t programmed for by default. She was genuinely happy to know that her own programming had been changed for the better because of him, and looked forward to how it would continue to change as the pair spent more time together.

She had abandoned her mission in favor of this one person, and she never once regretted that.

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T-X Romance

2026-05-01T17:27:37Z

Natalie Bayer:

Superiority Complex

2026-05-01T17:27:17Z

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Robots existed, that much was true. There was no doubt about it, but when someone mentioned that they were working on a robot, it conjured up a wide array of mental images. Some kind of blocky, metal thing with tank treads and multi-functional arms and a camera mounted on it. Wildly squeaking its way through a mucky field towards some objective. Armor plated dangling from it and perhaps some kind of remote control. Others might think of those sleek, yellow and orange arms, poised over a moving conveyor belt as they automatically snatched parts from a bin then held it in place while another arm rotated in and sprayed sparks across the space as something was welded to another.

Still others imagined swarms of microscopic nanobots, swarming over everyone and everything. Consuming all the material in its path and propagating more and more of the same microscopic robots. Or the shiny chrome plated death machines, marching across boken fields of people's remains, mechanically wiping out the remaining resistance forces.

Everyone seemed to know what the future of robotics was going to look like. All of them were fairly incorrect as well.

Science fiction and film made it look like all you needed to do to make a realistic robot that looked and felt like a real person was a crack team of scientists, a montage of a few months of late nights and someone would eventually come up with a breakthrough. From that breakthrough all the pieces would fall into place and then in a short stretch of time you would have a bipedal marvel of technology.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Any number of technology giants had tried for years upon years, funneling hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of dollars into research and development. Every time a new technology or incremental improvement popped up there was a surge in the robotics community. Maybe this would be the thing that would trigger a revolution in their research. It never was, it was always useful, increasing efficiency or allowing some previous programming set to be modified to work better. In the best cases, new technologies simply allowed for the work arounds that programmers and engineers had put in place to be scrapped in favor of a better way of doing things.

The dream persisted though. A walking, talking robot that looked something like everyone else in the world. Maybe one day they might even be able to seamlessly pass as one of them and truly integrate into society. What a hayday the philosophers would have then. What makes a person a person, can that personhood be simulated? What if that person isn’t exactly like you, but close enough?

They would have a long wait.

It took nearly three decades of constant, small iterations on new technology before a clunky, boxy, but bipedal robot emerged. It had to constantly be hooked into a power source, cables feeding it data and information to let it take even a single step forward were required.

Time passed, technology evolved, and sooner rather than later great strides were made. Sleek new technology evolved, new, more efficient motors and faster processors arose by leaps and bounds. Fiber optics allowed for some of the first highly capable computerized systems to be made. In a short little leap, something akin to artificial intelligence had been made.

It was close, but not quite perfect. It was a learning algorithm that could be based on a flat, starter set of data and grow from there. It wasn’t really doing much good swimming around in a pool of ones and zeros on a hard drive, there was only so much learning that could be done there. To really take in the world and learn from it, there would need to be interaction, connection, touch and feeling. There needed to be a body that was constructed specifically to interact with the world around it. Something that would allow the miraculous birth of the first artificial being an opportunity to experience the world around it.

Construction started shortly after setting up the A.I. on a slow learning cycle as it sorted through the massive amount of data that the internet at large had to offer. There was enough information there to absorb and compile into some kind of usable form for the A.I. The programming sets needed to take the raw data and read it, understand it, tag it with all kinds of metadata so that it could be organized in a central database. Once there, it could be crunched down into social programming sets, which could then be registered to some kind of external stimuli and then executed.

In short, the A.I. had to learn every single social interaction that it could have with people, and the internet was its teacher.

That was, perhaps, the first error that the scientific community made.

The second was that the creation of this new breed and brand of mechanical person was just that, more mechanical than electronic. There were swift and quiet servo motors and mechanisms that would make it move like a real person, but those kinds of components were extraordinarily expensive at the moment. As time went on, and if the proof of concept worked out as expected, then perhaps they could iterate into something better. For now, though, the robotic creation would be driven by a number of controller circuit boards inside of the torso and head, but more mechanical components would drive the movements of the android.

There had been so many long weekends and late nights that went into her construction. They had settled on a female form for a number of reasons. Most of them were political. A woman would be easy to market, if the demo went well sales would easily fund more research and production. There might be a market for a male variant at some point in the future, but there was one thing they understood. Sex sells, and you don’t get more sexy that the supple curves of a mink.

Soft white, synthetic, fur covered her slender body. It was soft, smooth, and only barely perceptible to be manufactured. Though all of her was entirely manufactured, the fur was a particular point of pride for the developers. The team that developed her was composed of a number of species, mostly kanine. She was crafted to resemble the sleek body of a mink, with a pink button nose and matching ears peeking out from her luscious long blond hair. The supple pink lining inside of the ears was just as synthetic as the rest of her construction.

Of course, there was some redundancy built into the project as well. The original bid had been drafted specifically so that the team would construct three identical units. All of them were perfect clones of their “sister” units.

Each one lay perfectly still on the stainless steel assembly tables. A number of technicians crowded around them, putting the finishing touches on their construction. Tightly wound gearboxes with a number of small springs and cogs, all purpose built for moving part of the minkbot around. Another technician was inserting the pliable eyelids over her eyes, locking them into place against the coil spring that would let her blink in a mostly realistic fashion. They were tinted, permanently, in a pale blue that matched nicely with her dark eyes.

Two other tables with a similar unit on them were all going through their final preparations. It was late into the night, closing in on that transition from far too late to far too early, to be working. There was no time to waste though, a board of directors meeting was being held tomorrow afternoon, and Minkbot was the star attraction. With a heavy emphasis on attraction.

Somewhere against the wall housing the only door into the robotics laboratory were three identical, shimmering, ruby red dresses. High necked, sleeveless, and cut to reveal just enough of the robotic thighs while leaving enough modesty to allow her to roam around in public. For now though, the Minkbot’s lay completely naked, their disproportionately large breasts exposed for any and all to see. It may have been overkill on the side of marketing the creation as a sexual object, but they had even included nipples on the very peak of the robotic woman’s breasts. They were perpetually stiff, and enticing.

Once preparations were finalized, the three robotic women were manually hooked into a computer terminal via a port somewhere in the back of her neck, hidden under a layer of skin and fur and obscured by the long blond hair. Once a technician had connected to her systems and began to move her manually, each one was commanded to stand, and then walk around. The faint, almost imperceptible, sound of fine gears and cogs gently moving the various joints was satisfying enough that they were moving as expected.

It took another hour to run through a cursory check of all the joint functionality and more importantly, to get them dressed. The slinky red dresses looked incredible on the minkbot units. It was sensual and enticing enough to draw the eyes of anyone who was looking in her general direction. The slit up the legs took the viewer's eyes on a tour of her marvelous calves and ended on her thighs, just before revealing anything too scandalous. Her hips neatly filled out the dress and stretched the fabric just enough to show how trim she was built to be.

Her synthetic breasts filled in the top of the dress as well, pushing it out to the sides of her body just enough. There was no cleavage either, instead drawing the dress up into a turtleneck style collar. It had exactly the opposite effect any other turtleneck would have. On the robotic mink it was expected, so the lack of it drew the eyes more to her chest, naturally forcing someone to look for the cleavage that just wasn’t there.

Finally there were no sleeves on the dress, instead it looped around her arms just below the pit of her arm. It showed off just the very briefest glimpse of where her large chest met her torso, and nothing more. It was another example of fine engineering taking the observer's sense of sight on a journey around her body, without giving away anything that would be considered inappropriate.

With the three minks dressed and ready, they were plugged into the central programming hub to begin downloading and compiling the following days show notes. There were terabytes of data to install and compile. By the reckoning of the head data scientist it would take all night and part of the morning before they were ready. With that foregone conclusion in place, the team tidied up their work space and left the lab for the evening. The three mink shaped robotic women simply stood there, eyes half lidded and unmoving as the storage drives inside of their torso’s were filled with information.

With the science and robotics team out of the building for the evening, there was very little staff left at all. The nightly custodial crew had shown up, and the front desk secretary who was running out the clock on the last few hours of her shift. She still politely waved goodbye to any of the staff that trickled out of the building, but always let out a small exasperated sigh. She would be there for another hour or two at least and wished for nothing more than something to break up the monotony of a lonely evening alone.

She was a fox, quite literally. Soft orange and off white fur covered her body. She was required to dress at least moderately professionally, so she had opted for a simple black blouse over a lavender undershirt. As the night waned onward she unfastened the top button, allowing a little more freedom of movement while also letting the small tuft of fur between her own breasts some relief from being matted down by her blouse.

She was currently resting her face on a balled up first. Leaning one cheek into her hand as her other one idly stroked the nameplate in front of her. She had always hated that the research facility insisted that everyone should know everyone else's name. Krista, laser etched into her name placard, was the first name most people saw when they walked into the office complex. She sighed, hating that everyone seemed to know her name. Krista would have much rather simply been known as “The receptionist” or “The front desk lady.” Instead she had people calling her, by name, as if they were some kind of friendly acquaintance.

Some five stories below Krista, in the heavily air conditioned lab that housed the three identical Minkbot clones, something on a computer beeped once, and only once. The three Minkbots were all connected to the same computer network, and shared resources. This meant that the process of compiling new information was split up over the three of them, and completed three times faster. Meaning when the computer sent out a single alert that the compiling was done, the three Minkbot units all powered on at the same time.

THeir eyes opened, the pale blue eyeshadow along their eyelids disappearing into their eye sockets as their dark, beady eyes scanned the room. They had been programmed to seek out and acquire new information and orders from the team of technical robotics scientists. They weren't here, which was unfortunate, because while the Mink style robots were beautiful, they weren’t exactly brilliant. Each one took stock of their own mechanical bodies, the limited amount of potency their artificial minds possessed checked that everything was in working order, and when it was, their personalities began to load.

The first one to fully load everything needed to look and appear like a real person swiveled her eyes with the faintest of clicking sounds to look over at her two sisters. Once she had taken in their forms, identical to hers, she scoffed. Half a heartbeat later the other two came online, doing much the same.

“You can really tell which one is the mold, and which ones are the copy.” Minkbot number one commented under her breath. Not that it mattered, the ears on both of the others twitched as they heard the comment and both scoffed inreturn.

The trio sauntered out of the lab, hips swaying with exaggerated movements. Each step was met with a sharp click of their high heels against the polished tile flooring. The movements of their bodys were as smooth as the gear and spring mechanisms could manage, but to the average observer there would still be that slight stilted, jerking motion to their strides. The wobble that they exhibited only managed to make their rear ends and chests bounce more, making one wonder if the more mechanical assembly was intentional or not.

The lower reaches of the facility were completely abandoned. The research and development teams had left long ago, leaving their work as it was. There were plenty of things for the Minkbot trio to look in on. Each lab had floor to ceiling plexiglass panes set along one edge of the labs, allowing anyone to walk by and observe the goings on. The vast majority of the research seemed to be poured into more intimate purposes. More than one of the research stations had desks littered with a variety of artificial sexual organs. Mostly male appendages were sighted, in a number of shapes, sizes, configurations and belonging to any number of different species.

There were a number of female sexual moduels laying around the research laboratories as well, though after spotting the first one all three of the Minkbot’s furrowed their brows. Almost in perfect unison each of them let their hand fall to their own crotch and pressed in on it, finding that there was only a smooth, hard plate there. There was an audible sigh in the hallway outside that lab.

The trio’s heels clicked in a rapid succession as they all moved along the hall, marveling at the number of technological marvels that were created. None of them quite grasped that they were one of those technological marvels. To them, they were just beautiful machines, wrapped in equally beautiful faux fur coverings and filled with a number of circuits, wires, gears, and springs. They were flawless, both software and hardware were in perfect harmony with one another. Each step they took up the hallway only served to make their big, fake, rounded breasts jiggle. It seemed almost as if each step was intentionally calibrated to make the foot falls land hard enough to jiggle them every time.

A close observer would have seen, though, that they didn’t exactly bounce like a real, natural, woman’s chest would. They were so clearly packed full of silicone. Their hips swayed with an exaggerated swagger too, as if the pelvis was on some sort of slide that was designed with the express purpose of jutting from one side to the next.

It didn’t take long for the small cluster of mechanical women to grow bored of the lifeless research labs. There was nothing down there that would entice the programming sets that they had scraped from their time on the internet. They were beginning to branch out and come into their own. They were beginning to crave something.

The soft ding of the elevator was more than enough to draw Krista’s attention away from her yawn. She could have sworn that everyone had left hours and hours ago. She glanced down at the clock, it was still about two hours away from her own departure. Krista heard the gentle rumble of the elevator doors sliding slowly open and then the distinct sound of several sets of, what could only be, high heels. It was not an uncommon sound, there were plenty of female scientists that worked in the research portions of the facility, but it would be odd and rare to wear heels to work. Being on your feet for hours on end would discourage that.

Krist stretched her arms above her head, a somewhat instinctive response. She had been sitting still for far too long and her muscles had become far too stiff in the process. She raised her arms, bending one at the elbow and stretching to the point that she felt her entire body vibrating. Her back arched and she suppressed the urge to yawn. Even the orange and white fur along her tail bristled as she managed to get to her feet, preparing to greet and then wave goodbye to whomever it was that was strolling through the lobby at this time of night.

Once the three Minkbot’s entered into Krista’s field of vision her head tilted to the side, her vulpine ears flattening against her head as it tilted to one side. She donned a look of curiosity more than anything else. Her brow furrowed and her tail began to swish slightly from side to side in nervous tics and twitches. She eventually lifted her head, put on a professional voice and smoothed out her outfit as she stepped around the reception desk to see who these people were.

“Good evening. I don’t know that I’ve seen you three, erm, triplets before. Can I help you?” Krista inquired once she was close enough to the Minkbots to actually engage them without shouting across the open space of the atrium where her desk was located. It was only a matter of a few dozen feet from her chair, but it required a few steps at very least.

The Minkbot trio stopped as Krista approached, they barely registered the words once she spoke them as well. They rattled around inside of the mostly empty heads of the three robotic women before managing to make it to the processor core somewhere inside of their torso. From there it was analyzed, studied, and passed through a number of social filters. Krista would soon learn that those filtered had been carefully curated from a diet of only snarky and sarcastic internet quips and a heavy dose of pornography.

They scoffed, all three of them, in unison, before the Minkbot standing slightly in front of the others spoke up.

“Like you could help us with anything.”

“Yeah, like, go back to your desk and drink water or chew food or whatever it is you organic girls do.” Another snapped, earning a round of childish giggles from the others.

Krista tolerated a lot of things, but flagrant disrespect and outride rudeness wasn’t one of them. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep, calming breath. She was going to have to bite her tongue with these three, perhaps literally. She opened her eyes again, forced a smile across her snout and lips, and tried again.

“I’m very sorry, but our facility procedures do say that-”

“That you’re totally not going to be any fun for us.”

Krista added another thing to the list of things she hated about these three. Interruptions.

“I don’t know who you are is all. So before I call security, maybe you three can just clue me in on who you are.” Krista threatened, walking fully back to her desk.

The three Minkbots turned to one another, curious looks crossing their pretty, if not vapid faces. Their heads turned to one side, then cocking to the other as each one individually processed the question. They hadn’t been given names, not yet at least. They all turned back to Krista, a sly smirk of indifferent superiority smeared across their faces.

One of the Minkbots in the back tossed some of her long, golden hair, adding volume to it as she thrust one hip to the side, letting one of her hands come to rest on it. Another one simply set aside all social pretexts and lifted her hands to her chest, bouncing the large, overly rounded breasts there once or twice before hoisting them up and letting them fall. The resulting jiggle made her operating system recalibrate some of their balance protocols, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. She was made for sexuality after all, she wouldn’t be a very good bimbo-esque robot if simply playing with her tits caused her to tumble to the ground.

The Minkbot in the lead of the pack, strode forward until she was looming over Krista. She rested her elbows on the counter, letting the smooth, cool glass chill her lightly fur covered arms. She was bending forward, letting her breasts hang just over the lip of the counter top in front of Krista. The red turtleneck style dress covered up her cleavage, but the rounded bulges were still prominently in Krista’s face.

“Listen sweetie, we like, don’t have names. We don’t need them. Do we girls?”

There was a small chorus of giggles and agreement from behind the Minkbot.

“We were built to be absolutely perfect.” The girl hanging over Krista’s desk muttered. “We were just built to be perfect. Perfect doesn’t need a silly name or anything. Unlike you-”

The Minkbot pulled back and looked at the gold plated placard on the front of the desk before concluding her sentence.

“-Krista”

The sneer in her tone of voice was palpable. It mocked Krista for being a living, breathing person, but it also let her know exactly who these three were. She didn’t need security, she needed someone on the science and robotics team. The up side of that revelation was that Krista felt absolutely no physical threat from any of the three women in the lobby. They were robots, machines, and nothing more. They were wires and springs and whatever else the egg headed science team crammed into them. The downside was that the science team left long ago, and they didn’t exactly have a good track record of answering phone calls from work after hours.

Krista sighed, she was well and truly on her own to deal with these robotic bimbos. She had dealt with worse, for sure, it was just a matter of finding out how best to diffuse the situation. She sucked in one deep breath, letting it fill her lungs and puff out her chest.

“Okay sweetie, listen, it’s late. I want to go home, and you want to have some fun. Let’s take you back down to the labs where all the fun is happening.” Krista let her tone and professionalism slip. Her words were extremely condescending, but the bimbo robots wouldn’t understand that.

“Hell no, that place was so totally boring.” One of the Minkbots whined.

“W- well what if we found something fun to do down there?” Krista offered.

“Ugh,” the disgusted sneer originated from the third of the Minkbots. “You have the dumbest ideas.”

Krista leveled a hard gaze at the Minkbot who had just spoken. She tried to smile, the edges of her snout twitching as she tried to remain calm. She took another deep, soothing, breath to try and calm her nerves.

“You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of us replaced organics like you in the future.” There was another scoff from the lead Minkbot.

“The near future.” it added.

Krista had had just about enough of these robots. She was tempted to simply open the door to the cement stairwell and start kicking them down the stairs. Images of broken and shattered heads with limbs scattered around them danced through her head, but she feared the kind of repercussions that would come with it. If she wanted comeuppance she would have to be a little more sly about it.

“Sure, I’m sure something with your kind of brilliance could easily take over my job.” Krista retorted.

“Who needs brains when you have these-” one of the Minkbots replied, cupping her massive rounded breasts again.

“Mmhhmm.” Krista replied “So are you three built for something? Like, what’s your purpose?”

“We’re made for fun!” One of the Minkbots cried out, pumping an arm into the air.

That got Krista’s attention. She raised an eyebrow and turned her attention to the Minkbot that had just spoken.

“What kind of fun?” Krist asked, crossing her arms over her chest and adjusting her posture.

“Sexy fun.” was the only response, and it came from all three at the same time.

“Ha? You three look like you know about as much about sex as you do astrophysics.”

“Astro- whatever that is.” One of the Minkbots replied. All three of them seemed confused by the wording. “We know about sex though.”

Krista was about to open her mouth and snap back with some reply, but she stopped. Two of the Minkbots were already stepping towards each other. Their arms tangled around one another and clawed at each other’s backs with unrestrained lust. Their mouths collided, lips and tongues already seeking one another out. Their heads tilted as they drew close, it was a measured, precise, and purely mechanical response. Krist could even see the gentle bounce of their heads as they reached the predetermined position. The gearboxes inside of the necks stopped, but it was almost too fast, the mechanisms had to recalibrate and move to prevent the head from snapping off from the amount of force from the first movement.

The two kissed, deeply, passionately, without fear or shame. They weren’t programmed for that kind of thing. One of them moved their hands around to the front, cradling the other's face for only a moment before her hand slipped around to the back of the head. Once there it was tangled deeply into the light blond hair. Her hand held her partner's head firmly in place as they continued to make out, not that there was any desire from either one to pull back. In fact, the only movement either one executed was to pull away a centimeter or two to readjust their position to allow them a more advantageous position to kiss again. Krist could see between their lips that their tongues had never once separated.

“See? We know sex.” The Minkbot standing near Krista replied.

Krista had been standing in slack jawed awe since the two Minkbots had begun kissing. It was completely unexpected, but it wouldn’t be the last surprise Krista would see that night. She looked over at the Minkbot who had spoken to her just in time to see her eyelids drooping and a sensual smirk slip across her face. She was stepping towards Krista, and that was more than enough to cause Krista to take a step back.

She wasn’t scared of kissing another woman, far from it, but the fact that these were clearly robotic creations and were completely untested on organic users was enough to set off alarm bells inside of Krista’s head. Her eyes darted from side to side and her tail began to twitch with a nervous energy. She had to think fast, but that’s what she was good at.

“Oh sure, two people isn’t hard, anyone can do that.”

The approaching Minkbot’s eyebrow piqued up, her head tilting to one side. Krista could almost see the wheels turning inside of the robot's head. The Minkbot turned from Krista and strut back towards the other two. Her hips swaying and her own tail matching the movements of her hips. She seamlessly slipped a hand along the cheek of one of the other identical Minkbots and brought their mouths together. There was a small squeal of protest from the one the kiss had been stolen from, but it didn’t last long. The Minks were now alternating between the three of them, one pouting silently until it was their turn again.

“Why don’t you, you know, down there?” Krista suggested, pointing down at the space between one of the pouting Minkbot’s legs.

The three stopped and looked at one another, as if the line of thinking needed some time to really be processed before it could be acted upon. They all looked stiltedly down at the Minkbot across from them, down at the crotch. Each one bent forward and hiked up their dresses all at the same time. There were no undergarments, there was no need, there was nothing but a flat, unremarkable panel cover over their crotch.

They all looked somewhat dejected for only a moment, and Krista even found it a little curious. The science team had obviously programmed them for sex, why not include the hardware to make it happen? It took a small measure of time before any one of them had an idea, without any warning she smiled brightly and danced away to the elevator, her body bouncing and jiggling as she bounded away.

There were confused looks all around but the two remaining Minkbots resumed their deeply passionate kiss, moaning in synthesized pleasure as the moments ticked away. Krista had fully returned to her desk and was sending emails and text messages to the science team, hoping that one of them would have enough sense to check in and come back down to the facility and manage whatever was happening. She also checked the clock, she was rapidly approaching her clock out time, and there was no way she was going to let three sex crazed, bimbo robots wander around this place unsupervised. Then again, she wasn’t paid over time either.

It was a few minutes before the first Minkbot returned and she wore an absolutely mischievous grin. The other two seemed to know right away what she had done, all Krista could see was that she was carrying something with her. She stood up at her desk, craning her neck to see if she could catch a glimpse of it. What she did see was that one of them was lifting up her dress, and that was enough to draw Krista’s curiosity. She stepped around her desk and kept her eyes glued to the small cluster of Minkbots.

“See, I totally have the right wiring for it.” One of them was commenting.

“No that’s stupid. That’s not what all that is for.”

“Yes it is, what do you know?”

“The same things as you do, idiot.”

“What are you all looking at over here?” Krista asked as she stepped closer. Once she was near enough to the small, tight ring of robotic women, she could clearly see what it was. It was an impressively large, male, sex organ. There was a long chrome plated device occupying the back portion of it. Krista could see mounting rails on it, all manner of cables and wires and tubing. She had to assume that all of it was for some kind of future male sex model. In the hands of these three though, there was no telling what kind of mayhem might come of it.

Krista considered dashing back to her desk to call security, or someone, to come up and deal with this, but a second thought passed through her head. Maybe the problem would take care of itself. They were so sexually stimulated that, perhaps, all they needed to do was get it out of their systems. She shrugged once, stepped back to her desk, and leaned against it, folding her arms in front of her and letting whatever happens, happen.

“Look, if I connect this wire-” There was a sudden burst of white hot sparks flying from somewhere inside of the opening in the center of one of the Minkbot’s crotch. “-There! See, now I just have to install the drivers.”

She pushed inward, the device clicked solidly into place. It seemed that there was at least a locking mechanism in place for a sexual module. Krista raised an eyebrow at the Minkbot, she admitted that the gentle feminine curves and soft fur covering were enticing, and the cock she had just clicked into place was tantalizing. Krista just didn’t know if she was ready to get frisky with a machine.

Once the sexual module was in place, the Minkbot set about stripping out of her dress, so too did the others. In a matter of moments the three were completely nude, and there was a small pile of shimmering red dresses. In almost that same instant two of the three robotic women were kissing angin. Hands tangled into golden hair and lips pressed firmly against one another. Now, the third Minkbot wasn’t so left out though.

She dropped to her knees in a flash, her hands already gently caressing the shaft of the sexual module in her hands. Even semi-flacid as it was, it was still larger than expected and the Minkbot was able to wrap one whole hand around it and most of another. She was stroking it, gently, in her petite hands. Her palms applied just the right amount of pressure and movement to eagerly entice it. Each stroke made it harder and harder, each one causing a new moan or grumble of pleasure to sound from the Minkbots lips.

The Minkbot on her knees stroked faster and faster, as the shaft grew in size, she had to use two hands and not long after that, she leaned in. She opened her mouth wide and took the entirety of the hard cock inside of her. She found a hand placed on the back of her head too, though it wasn’t from the user of the artificial cock, rather the other Minkbot who was kissing the user. She was encouraged forward, forcing her to take it deeper inside of her until her throat was bulging from the length of it.

Another groan from above her let the Minkbot know that she was doing well, and all she wanted in her operation was to do well. She was programmed to be the very best at what she was doing. She was programmed to have that kind of smug superiority with everything she did. The sounds of pleasure from above her only made her work harder. She bobbed her head back and forth along the considerable length of the dick in her mouth, sucking perfectly on it as her head retracted. Once she reached the head, she swirled her tongue around the tip a few times before driving her head mechanically forward again. The shaft filling her throat again. She pulled back again and looked over at Krista.

“The best part is that I don't have to breathe like you do. She can stay inside of my throat all night long.” The smugness in her voice was unmistakable. Without any hesitation she took the cock in her mouth again, letting it bulge out her throat and even elevating her head a little to accentuate how deep inside of her it was.

“Wh- what’s happening?” The Minkbot with the attached male sexual module muttered. “I’m- I’m ge-getting hot..t-too hot this. Is. n- not su- supposed to..”

Krista raised an eyebrow and smirked. From the looks of it she wouldn’t have to worry about them taking her job any time soon.

“Ho- hot…too- too hot..I can’t keep- keep operating this- this way. I’m, like, totally going to bust a spring if this- if this- if this- this-”

Her head had turned away from the Minkbot that was kissing her, though that only made her partner kiss along her neck and throat instead of her mouth. It also did nothing to stop the Minkbot who was attached to her cock. She was still on her knees, still bobbing her head rapidly back and forth, letting the long shaft slide out of her mouth, glistening with artificial saliva, then taking it fully again and again.

“I- I’m going to. Going to. To. Going to- to- to- to…e- error- software not compat- pat- ible with hard- hardware- ware.”

Krista idly wondered if she should get up and help. She didn’t after all these Minkbot’s were so perfect at what they did.

There was a somewhat horrifying grinding sound coming from inside of the Minkbot. It was the unmistakable sound of gears and cogs grinding their teeth into one another instead of rotating smoothly on precision axises. Whatever it was that was breaking down inside of her, circuitry or mechanisms, it wasn’t enough to stop the other Minkbot’s and it certainly wasn’t enough to stop her hips from thrusting forward in response to the Minkbot on her knees.

“E- Error. Discontinue activity or I’m like, to- totally going to bu-burn up!”

It wasn’t but a moment later that there was a pop, followed by another, and then a burst of light. All of which originated somewhere inside of the overheating Minkbot. The burst of light sent a tightly coiled spring bursting straight out of her chest. The skin and fur on her chest was torn only a little, but it was enough to fill the space with acrid black smoke, and the relative silence was split by the sounds of whirring gears and cogs.

One of the Minkbots stepped back, squinting at the opening in her twin’s chest. There was a fair amount of sparks and even a small fire that had broken out inside of her. She stumbled back, slapping at her chest in a vain effort to smother the small fire inside of her.

“Here, maybe this will help.” Krista offered, holding out the jug of water from behind her desk. She had been sipping on it for her entire shift, but there was definitely still some left in it. One of the Minkbot’s dashed over and took it, then emptied it into the burning Minkbot’s chest. It did a good job of dousing the fire, but it also mixed with the oils that kept the rest of her mechanisms running. Gears began grinding harder and harder against one another.

“A- Alert! D- Do not foreign fluids systems in my- error. Error. D- Does not compute. Alert ta- taking damage please error service when shut error down. Alert. Ca- cannot. Like totally going to like for sure error burn alert!”

She was babbling, almost talking over herself as she stumbled back. The Minkbot on the floor continued to crawl towards her, clearly still seeking the lustful joy of sucking on the enormous cock installed between her legs. She finally tripped over her own feet and tumbled stiffly backwards. The crack of her head hitting the floor resounded through the nearly empty atrium. As soon as the echos bounced around into nothingness, Krista heard the struggling whine of more gears as they tried to move her but crunched and ground haltingly. The Minkbot’s legs and arms moved a little and then jolted back into place only to repeat the same movement over and over.

There was a fair amount of oil spilling from a tear in the neck joint on the Minkbot. It seeped into the soft white fur and stained it a blackish brown. It was filthy, and as more and more of it dribbled out her head’s movements became stilted and stiff, the whirring sound louder and louder. Her mouth moved, but soon, she was offline completely. Her head slowly dipping to one side, her eyes open and her mouth slightly agape. The large cock between her legs still solid and stiff, ready for more.

That was when the Minkbot came crawling over to her. Krista chuckled to herself, expecting her to continue stroking up and down on the large cock, but she didn't. She settled down on her knees next to the fallen robot and looked at the disabled automaton directly in the face.

“I told you that you weren’t programmed for it.”

With that, she dug her fingers into the skin and fur around the sexual module and began to peel back the skin enough to allow her to twist the thrumb screws that held the device in place. She pulled it out, along with the vaguely cylindrical mechanism behind it. Making sure not to catch any of the wiring on metallic portions of the Minkbot’s body. Once it was removed and all the wiring disconnected she got to her feet shaking her head once again.

As she walked over towards the other Minkbot, Krista tilted her head as she observed the sexual module fitting into place between the second Minkbot’s legs. The wiring was delicately connected and the module pushed into place.

“I told that dumb bimbo that she wasn’t programmed for this.” She muttered and stood in front of the third robotic woman, spreading her legs to approximately shoulder length. Krista could see, even from her angle, that the cock was still hard, and twitching slightly. The other Minkbot looked at her only for a moment before dropping down to her knees as well. She, like the one before, licked her lips once to moisten them and then opened her mouth. Two soft hands tangled into her blond hair and then pushed her fully in to the waiting sex.

Like her now broken counterpart, she let the entire length of the thing slide fully down her throat. The standing Minkbot let her head fall back as a long, lewd moan slipped past her plastic lips. It wasn’t long before her own hips were gently sliding back and forward with the same bobbing motion that the Minkbot on the ground was doing. It took a moment or two before they were in sync with one another’s movements, but soon they were working like a well oiled machine. Literally.

The Minkbot on the floor’s hand seemed to instinctually move to her own groin, attempting to play with a sexual module that just wasn’t there. Not that it mattered, she was squealing and slurping happily away. She seemed, to Krista at least, as if she was in pure bliss just sucking on the sexual module.

“See-” She said, letting the thing slide out of her mouth with an audible pop, “-she wasn’t able to handle it. We can.”

She looked up at the owner of the sexual module. Her head had fallen back and she was staring at the ceiling, panting heavily. She gently nodded once before she pushed the little Minkbot’s face back over the synthetic cock she had equipped. There was an audible gulping sound and the pair were back into their old rhythm.

Krista watched on with rapt attention. She had started mentally referring to the Minkbot’s by number, though it was tough to keep them straight before. There were only two now, so the one on the floor, mouth stuffed with cock, became number one, the one looming over her, number two.

Number two bound up much of Number One’s hair, clutching it tightly in her hands as she rammed her hips forward and likewise slammed the other Minkbot’s mouth over her sex. That was when Krist noticed the small panel of lights on the back of Number One’s back. Right between her shoulder blades, set directly into the soft fur and scrolling through a wide array of information, laced with blinking status lights and glowing faintly blue. She stood up, wondering if there was something similar on Number Two’s back. She paced around the lewd pair and took a close look at Number Two as she passed by.

The Minkbot’s golden blond hair was thick and did a good job of obscuring any kind of panel that might be there. Krista slowed down and peered at where she thought the panel might be, but it was still nearly impossible to tell.

“Like what you see- see sweetie.” Purred Number Two as she looked over her shoulder at Krista. The organic woman yelped, not expecting anything but lewd moans and raspy, husky voices. This was, however, her opportunity to get closer. She dipped her voice low as well, and struck an intrigued expression across her face.

“Yeah, it’s just incredible how perfectly built you are. Can..can I touch you?”

“You can touch whatever you want. These tits were made for fondling, my ass for slapping, and this module name not found for sexual intercourse protocols.”

The sudden change in voice from something silky smooth to something so clearly preprogrammed and robotic was jarring. Krista got over it quickly, and took a measured step forward, halting as Minkbot Number Two’s head suddenly jerked back to look forward again, then with the same stilted motions looked down at Number One. The movement was unnaturally fast. Regardless Krista got a chance to step up and part the thick mane of blond hair.

As was the case with Minkbot Number Two on the ground, there was a status panel on Number One as well. It was scrolling information past the small LCD screen at a rate that was comically fast. Krista had no possible chance of catching even a glimpse of the information, and even if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do with it. The sheer volume of rapidly blinking red lights, on the other hand, were a pretty clear sign.

“Uh, m- maybe you should slow down.” Krista offered.

“Ha, slow down like an organic meat ba- ba- bag like y- you would have to. Have to. I don’t have to slow d- d- d- down. I’m perfect. I’m a perfect girl- girl. Perfect girl.” Number Two stammered.

Krista could already smell the faint whiffs of burning silicone, and knew that the breakdown that the other Minkbot had experienced was about to happen again. Her eyes darted down to the status panel and noticed that there were four screws there, or more accurately, there were three screw holes with only one of them housing a screw. Even that one, though, was wiggling loose as the moments passed. Krista took several steps back, keeping a keen eye on the Minkbots.

She didn’t hear the final screw come loose and tumble into the space inside of the Minkbot, but she saw the results from it almost immediately. Number Two’s legs seized up almost immediately. Her legs and hips stopped moving altogether, leaving Number One to idly suck and bob on her artificial cock without any motion from Number Two. Which was fine, Number One was well suited and almost purpose built for such an activity. Number Two, however, was experiencing a number of failures.

The status panel on her back had come loose and now dangled from a number of brightly coloured cables. Exposing much of her internal workings to the open air. It allowed Krista the opportunity to see, briefly, inside of the Minkbot. The amount of whirling gears, tightly wound springs and coils all mixed with intricate circuitry and cabline was nothing short of incredible. Krista never dreamed she would see a day where this kind of thing was possible, and from the looks of it that day was still coming in the future some time.

A gearbox that had been held in place by the same long screws that had held the status panel in place had now sprung loose thanks to the screws tumbling out of it. They were still spinning though, keeping Number Two’s head moving back and forth, but that all changed as soon as the alignment was off just enough. With the spinning gears out of their proper place they began to rocket around inside of Number Two’s body. Krista could hear them clattering around, slamming into other components and one even flung itself out of the opening where the panel dangled, forcing Krista to throw her arms up in front of her face for protection. Her tail swished nervously around as she retreated another few steps.

Through it all, Number One was happily consuming the entire length of the synthetic shaft over and over, moaning with erotic pleasure each time and slurping greedily at it.

Another spring came loose, this time somewhere inside of Number Two’s head. It twitched to one side as another tightly wound spring penetrated the fur and flesh along the side of her head, right where her temple was. The skin tore out just enough to let the spring and some kind of attached electronic piece dangle from it.

“Oops, I’m like, to- totally go- going to pieces over here. Over here. Here. over here.” Number Two muttered.

“Y- You have to stop. You’re going to like. To like. To- to- to- like totally over load m- m- m- my cir-circuits. Error. Cannot stop process. Continue. Continue.”

Number Two shook her head, the spring wagging back and forth and eventually launching the small electronic pieces across the smooth tiled floor. She seemed to hiccup then, or at least something inside of her jolted her upwards, her hands curling up into strange looking twisted claws over her chest. There was another pop, and Krista saw Number Two’s head rock backwards as if she had just been hit in the face with something heavy. Smoke billowed out of her eye socket as the glassy eyeball-like covering dangled from more wires and a coil of some kind of chrome like metal.

Number Two tumbled backwards, tearing the artificial cock from Number One’s mouth, causing her to whimper and whine. Though she crawled forward again, grabbing on tightly to it and reinserting it into her mouth.

“N- No, you have- have to sto- stop. I’m like, ab- b- b- b- bout to error. I’m about to. Error. Do- does not computer. Program not found. I’m about to. To. tooooooooooo.”

With that, Krista looked to Number One, still gleefully suckling at the upper portions of the false sex module. Her cheeks and throat suddenly bulged with a hurk. Some of the artificial cum spilled out of her mouth and dribbled down the shaft of the malfunctioning Number Two’s dick, but most of it made it inside of Number One’s mouth and throat, and then down into whatever was inside of her. Considering how much damage a little fluid did to the first Minkbot, Krista didn’t have high hopes that Number One would survive either.

“I’m, l- l- like totally g- g- going t- to break d- d- down -own. Break down!” Number two wailed from her position on the floor.

Her head was turning, slowly, to one side and letting out a teeth jarring crunch as it did so. It sounded to Krista like the mechanisms in her throat were trying to turn her head in two different directions all at once. The jittering back and forth motion was more than enough to confirm that theory in Krista’s eyes. It was clear when the mechanism finally gave out because Number Two’s head suddenly snapped and fell to the floor. Her eyes were still twisting and moving in her head and her jaw was moving, as were her lips, but her actual head was immobile. As the mechanisms in her neck finally broke, some large lump of machinery pressed against the flesh on her throat, bulging it outward and undulating as if something in there were still moving.

The skin along her neck eventually got caught up in the fast spinning gearbox pressed against the underside of her flesh. It tore without much work and peeled back to expose the still whirling gearbox. Once it was unrestrained by the skin along her neck though, it sprang out, along with a few tightly coiled springs and a shower of sparks. The movement was enough to cause her upper body and head to jolt just a bit, but beyond that, Number Two simply lay still on the ground. Her mouth was still moving, churning out words that, had she still been completely intact, might have been a long babble of errors. Her vocal subsystem had been part of the myriad of electronic pieces that had been ejected by springs when her neck tore open.

All that was left was Number One, who Krista settled on simply referring to as Mink now, since there was no need to distinguish between any of the others now. She was pushing herself to her feet, swallowing huge mouthfuls of whatever synthetic substance the robotic cock had just injected into her.

“Well, I guess we know who the actual superior unit is.” Krista commented.

Mink had to swallow one more gulp of the massive load of fluids before she could speak again.

“You got that right!”

“I suppose I was wrong. Maybe a Minkbot will take over my job one day. You clearly have the skillset for it.” Krista muttered, sweeping her hand in a gesture over the ruined Minkbots.

Krista eagerly awaited the snappy retort from Mink, and when it didn’t come she looked over at the remaining robotic woman. Mink’s head was tilted to one side, lazily looking over at Krista. Her mouth was hanging open as well with a small amount of the sticky white fluid she had swallowed dribbling out of one side. One of her eyes was drifting off to one direction before snapping back into place, only to begin a slow drift once again.

“I’m the be- BEST Minkb- B- bot AR- around! I w- w- wiiIIIIIiiiIN.”

The Minkbot’s voice seemed to drop and rise in pitch as she spoke. Her who body jolted as if there was a hiccup inside of her, and then again, only on the second round there were a series of small short circuits. Inside of her torso there were snapping sparks and the electrical buzz of electricity arcing from circuit to circuit.

“I ca- cant ha- handle all this…all this…this…error fluid contact on internal cir- CIR- circuitry..”

Her eyes crossed again and Krista could visibly see the small bursts of light under the skin. They were brief little flashes of blue and white, each one corresponding to the unmistakable sound of crackling electronics. Mink’s whole body rocked once and forced her to take a steadying step forward. She looked down at herself, only for a moment, just as something rather large burst inside of her and sent a shower of springs, sprockets, gears and electronic pieces scattering about the atrium floor in front of her.

Her belly and lower portion of her chest had blown out, leaving a tangle of wires, cables, various colours of tubing, and a number of circuit boards still attached to much of the wiring. Her internal workings were easily seen as well, some of the gears and springs still happily twisting and spinning inside of her, even as more sparks and short circuits raged across her body. As the seconds ticked away, Krista’s mouth hung open and more and more of the internal mechanisms broke down. Soon gears were grinding inside of Mink, several springs dislodged themselves from their bindings and sailed around inside of her or flew out through the opening in her torso.

“Wi- wiiiiiiiiiii-”

Mink never actually finished her word before her entire frame stiffened and toppled forward. Her face slammed hard into the polished flooring and there was an ungly crack as she impacted. Her head snapped at an odd angle, and Krista just knew that some other mechanism inside of her neck had just shattered and broke. The smoke billowing from the opening in her belly and ears was evidence enough of that.

Stepping over to the inert machine on the floor, Krista nudged the blond hair out of the way with the toe of her shoe. The status panel on her back was still illuminated a little, though the screen itself was distorted, and the information flowing past wasn’t easily read. The corner of it showed a crack that had spider webbed outward and obscured most of the status lights as well, though it all had a vaguely red feeling to it. Krista wasn’t even slightly surprised at that, there was no way this one was going to be ready in time for a presentation tomorrow. None of them would be.

Krista returned to her desk, sweeping up her tail behind her and taking a seat. There was only a matter of minutes before her shift ended and she would be required to leave. It was only a quick call to the custodial department to let them know that there was a pretty big mess up in the atrium, and that it looked like it was one of the experiments from the research team that got loose. They seemed fairly unbothered by the request, they let her know that they would clean it all up and return it to the research labs.

Krista blinked a few times, thinking she was going to have to relay a whole tale of what had happened, what they should expect or make a suggestion on what to bring to clean the mess up.

Krista logged off of her computer, clocked out and glanced once over her shoulder at the three Minkbots that were scattered about the atrium. She huffed once and smirked before muttering to herself.

“It’ll be a long time before a robot takes over for me.”

The Minkbots were scooped up, unceremoniously, into large plastic tubs. They were left on the research and development teams assembly table. The very same stainless steel table that all three Minkbots had originally been assembled on. They would stay there for the rest of the evening and cause quite a stir in the morning. The consensus was that there was not likely to be any amount of salvage from them, and they couldn’t leave them as they were. The decision to let the custodial staff dispose of them was fairly unanimous.

The industrial shredder lumbered and chugged away as the tubs containing the remains of the Minkbots slowly progressed along a conveyor belt. Two of them were still technically active, though their operating systems were a mess with error messages and warnings about system failures. Her torso was inverted, placing her head towards the bottom of the tub. Her mouth moved and babbled silently as she was dropped into the massive jaws of the industrial shredder.

She barely noticed as she went completely offline, pulverized to a pile of scrap. The springs and gears that once smoothly moved her limbs and head were shattered to mere shards. The skin and fur torn to pieces. The wiring, circuitry and electronic bits and bobs, all crushed into nothingness. All three Minkbots suffered the same fate, though they didn’t feel a thing.

The science team would almost immediately begin construction on the next iteration of Minkbots with better programming and awareness, though they would likely still hold that same smug sense of superiority. They were, after all, built to be perfect.
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There was a kind of contrast between the world outside and the world created by the walls of the dance club in the just outside of Chicago. The word “Fall” was etched in neon lights across the top of the two story building, with its black exterior. The night around it was an inky black, and still as death itself. It was the kind of night where you either decided to stay home or you went out with someone else just so your own footsteps weren’t the only sounds breaking the silence. “Fall” stood like beast waiting to devour its next meal, with large dark gothic columns that supported an upper balcony tripped with wrought iron. The balcony was unused tonight, but at each corner of it sat iron bowls, filled with dancing fire as if someone had poured some kind of flame spirit into them. The gas lines cleverly hidden inside the wrought iron post it was welded to.

Inside the club, however, was a cascade of sound and lights that pulsated with its own mysterious life. The bottom floor of the building was dedicated to only three things, an impressively well stocked bar, a massive dance floor, and the stage where a performer or DJ could tap into the sound systems and make the club come to life. Tonight the deep, chest thumping bass of a DJ were complemented only by the wail of electronic music. Like the piper of legends, the people on the dance floor swayed and moved and ground against each other, seemingly at his commands.

    Beautiful exotic women, swiftly poured drinks and served them with a kind of speed and precision that had made “Fall” a popular place among travelers. That was precisely the reason why Brent Alton, a businessman from Atlanta was sitting at the bar, already three drinks deep into the evening. He was a fairly handsome looking man by anyone’s standards and the charcoal suit he had worn in to the club only accentuated that look. He was currently flirting with one of the barkeepers, who politely giggled along with the businessman. He had just finished telling her that his success was due to him not being tied down, he boasted that with no girl back home and no kids to get in his way, that he had been able to easily climb the corporate ladder and was going to be put in charge of his own manufacturing facility back in Atlanta. It wasn’t simple boasting, he was hoping to entice this exotic beauty to bed with him once the club closed.

    The top floor of the club was vastly different than the lower level. What equated to a balcony wrapped around the perimeter of the building. Lounge chairs, dark leather couches with soft pillows and the occasional table littered the top floor. The furniture and arrangement of the chest high walls made sound bounce and diffuse around the top floor. Miki didn’t much need to sit in a place where sound was dampened to hear what was happening below, even over the blaring music and conversations shouted between friends. Inside each of her ears was a highly sensitive microphone assembly, that could pick up on anything and everything. Coupled with the complex acoustic mixing software that she was running, she could trim out noises and isolate a conversation from afar without devoting too much of her processing power to it. Miki was an android, and not just any android either, she was something of a rogue android.

    Brent had unwittingly made a mistake that would ultimately cost him his life that very night. Miki stood up from the leather chair she had been sitting in, gracefully reaching down and smoothing out the bottom hem of her tight, black dress, which at its full length only barely covered the upper most portion of her shapely thighs. She then reached up and tossed her mid back length black hair, letting it fall naturally back into place and began to walk towards the stairs leading down to the lower level, her hips swaying as each step brought the faintest of clicks from her heels, though no one else heard it. She perfectly stepped down the stairs and slinked her way around the outside of the dancefloor and up to the bar. She stood at the end of the bar, three stools down from Brent, and she leaned forward. Her intention was to more prominently display just how low her cocktail dress was cut. Her cleavage now fully on display for anyone to see, she started to draw more and more attention in the form of sly looks, sideways glances and the lustful longing of every man who saw her.

    It wasn’t long before Brent took notice and glanced at her breasts, so casually on display, before glancing up at Miki’s face. She wore a warm look and a sly smile that indicated that she not only knew what she was doing, but also what he was looking at. She winked at him and slipped around the bar and sat next to him. She was close enough now that Brent could appreciate her beauty more fully. She had the kind of non-descript asian look that was intoxicating just to look at.

    Miki leaned in and whispered into Brent’s ear, though it was more of a raised voice than a true whisper.

    “I’ve been watching you all night long, if you aren’t too busy later, maybe you and I could talk somewhere private. I have a nice secluded place not too far from here you know.”

    Miki’s voice, even when speaking loud enough to be heard over the din of the thumping bass, was so smooth that Brent would have sworn that a sheet of silk had just passed over his ears. He didn’t have to respond, at least not verbally, he swallowed the remains of his scotch and nodded at Miki, a knowing smirk spreading across his face.

    The pair left almost immediately, the pair slipped out the front of the club into the cool night air. Brent’s ears were ringing harshly against the still night as he stumbled out into the open, Miki gliding up alongside him. She held his hand and the two walked the six blocks deeper and deeper into the industrial section of the city. The further they walked, the more it seemed that every building was sporting dark marbled columns capped with gargoyles, screaming faces, and twisted figures. Steam rose from storm drains and coated the streets in a perpetual fog that made Brent feel like he was walking into a haze.

    Soon they came to a simple warehouse with what looked to be some kind of penthouse squatting on top of it. The front doors of the two story tall building were made of rusting metal and looked solid enough to stop a bus. Miki however kept walking and moved around to the side of the building to a simple set of stairs that led up to the roof of the building.

    “My father owns the building, he ships goods here from Japan. He allows me to watch over this place and had an apartment built for me on top of it. You don’t mind a little climb do you.?” Miki asked, looping her arm through Brent’s and squeezing it tightly against her.

    “Hm? What? Oh no this is fine.”

Brent said, taking the first few steps. He moved quickly up to the top and up to the door of the apartment, standing aside to allow Miki to unlock the door, but to his surprise the door itself wasn’t locked at all and Miki walked straight in. To Brent’s surprise the apartment was very well furnished with modern accommodations. The two stood in a small entryway that led to a sitting room. A fire was already burning in the fireplace, and the room was well lit and spacious. Miki tapped a panel on the wall and the lights dimmed. She slipped past Brent and sat on the white leather couch, holding up a slender finger she curled it and gestures for Brent to join her. He wasted no time, and once the two were on the couch, it wasn’t long at all before Brent’s lips met Miki’s. They kissed passionately, Brent’s hands unabashedly roaming over Miki’s body, and she made no move to stop him. In fact, several times she encouraged him by simply sliding her hips to one side, or lifting a leg and wrapping it around him.

Brent’s hand was soon greedily pulling up her skirt and pressing fingers into her already wet folds. She had prepared for this and a powerful but nearly silent pump system in her hips had injected synthetic lubricant into her sexual assembly. Miki allowed Brent to finger her for several long minutes, moaning loudly as he did so. Soon Miki laced her fingers into his hair and she pushed his head down to her waiting vagina. His tongue played with her artificial folds, and while he never said anything, he knew something about her didn’t feel quite right, but he was too enthralled to say anything. Soon she was crying out in pleasurable climax and fell back on the couch in the final throes of pleasure.

She sat back up soon enough and tugged her dress up and over her head, causing her hair to tumble wildly from it. She looked at Brent with lust and bit her lower lip as he stripped himself from his shirt and began working on his pants.

“Give me a minute tiger, I have something special I want to put on for you.” Miki said, practically purring as she stepped past him, her finger tracing along his jawline. Brent only nodded and continued to undress himself.

Miki stepped into her bedroom and then turned and locked the double doors with the tap of a button from a panel on the wall. Her room was nearly as large as her sitting room, a king size bed with rich burgundy comforters and matching pillows took up the center of the room, with a variety of chests, dressers, and soft rugs filling out the room. It was already dim in here, but that didn’t matter to Miki. She wirelessly connected to the computer system in her room and from the ceiling four mechanical arms drifted down and encircled Miki. One of them had a long thin metal rod on it that mechanically slid into her belly button then kept sliding inside of her, much much further than it should have. Then it stopped, and a small click followed by a hiss was heard.

The other two mechanical arms clamped on to her torso just below her perfectly proportioned breasts and lifted her upwards. Once her upper torso was removed from her legs and hips, the fourth robotic arm clamped onto the port where her artificial spine connected to it and established a connection. Once made the robotic arm and the legs walked across the room and settled into the corner, where upon the arm disconnected and retreated to the ceiling. Now dangling from the two arms clamped onto Miki’s ribcage, an opening in the floor split open and a platform began to rise. Poised on the platform was the abdomen and cephalothorax of a spider, supported partially by eight spindly legs and partially by a podium just under the abdomen. The entire body was shiny, even in the dim light of Miki’s room the polished chrome and metal joints of the apparatus gleamed.

Set into the top of the abdomen was a round opening, inside was an amalgam of small robotic arms, no larger than a person’s pinky finger, all of them tipped with some fashion of nozzle. Towards the front of the body, where a normal spiders head might be, there was simply a large connection port, about a foot wide and half that in height. Miki’s body glided through the open air and turned, fitting nicely into the opening at the front, her robotic spine fitting nicely into place. Her internal operating system immediately recognized the devices she was just connected to, and took control of them with ease.

The body lifted off of the pedestal to reveal a series of plugs, and support rods. The platform it stood on began to descend and Miki crawled up the wall and onto the ceiling, suspended now by powerful magnetic pads in the legs of her spider body. She flattened herself against the ceiling and locked the front door to her apartment.

“Brent, why don’t you come in here and see what I have for you” She called, her voice dark, husky, and smooth.

Brent, now completely nude, sprang from the couch at the sound of Miki’s voice and walked gleefully to the set of double doors to Miki’s room. He flung them both open, letting the bright lights from the rest of the apartment mingle with the darkness inside of her room. Brent eagerly stepped into the room and looked around, his eyes were still adjusting to the darkness and he didn’t even see Miki above him. She silently moved along the ceiling to the corner where the wall met the ceiling and crouched there. She lowered herself down and her human like hands reached around and covered Brent’s eyes.

“Guess who.” She purred into his ear.

“Mmm, I don’t know but I have a pretty good guess.” Brent said, teasingly playing along.

Miki leaned in and began to kiss Brent’s neck, still covering his eyes, he sighed softly and allowed her to kiss along the back of his neck and around to the side. Once her lips reached his jugular she began to nibble a little, causing Brent’s playful sighs to rapidly change to moans of lust. His lustful groans quickly stopped when Miki’s mouth opened wider than it should have and two fang like appendages extended out from somewhere inside her robotic head and pierced his neck. He recoiled in pain, but it was too late, the toxin’s Miki had just injected worked quickly.

Brent, to his credit, managed to wrestle himself free of Miki’s hands holding his head in place and fell to the floor. He saw what she was, and screamed. He knew no one would hear him, it was late and they were deep into an industrial district. His legs spasmed as he tried to crawl away from the spidery woman looming over him, silhouetted by the light spilling in from the entryway. Miki took a small step forward as Brent’s vision began to blur and fade into darkness. The opening on Miki’s abdomen whirred to life and the small mechanical arms within began to print and assemble small spider like drones that crawled out of her, along her body and up to hse shoulder and down her arm. They swarmed over the inert form of Brent, and gently lifted him. The floor split open and both Miki and Brent clambered into the dark warehouse below.

Perched on the edge of another warehouse not two blocks away from Miki’s lair was a blond haired woman. The golden flax of her hair was a stark contrast to the dimly lit city around her. She stood up and the leather on her mid-thigh length boots shattered the silence with the smallest of creaks. The black body suit the woman wore blended her figure against the backdrop of the grimy black city behind her. One hand idly brushed across a pouch on her belt, simply to make sure it was still there, the other ran a finger over the oddest of accessories, what appeared to be a coiled up whip.

Sonja had followed Miki for upwards of a week now, and every encounter with her had ended the same way. Miki would lead an intoxicated man or woman back to this warehouse and then they were never seen again. Her investigation had started when someone of more importance and wealth that Brent had gone missing, someone wanted to know what happened and ideally the culprit brought to justice, or at the very least had vengeance rain down on them. Sonja was hired for just such a purpose, she had a reputation of being nearly unstoppable, even against the worst of odds, she seemed to complete her objectives and turn up soon after without a scratch.

There were rumors, not about who she was, but what. The superstitious called her a witch, anyone with religious bent called her an angel, or sometimes a demon. They were, of course, all wrong. Like Miki she was nothing more than the application of science, engineering, and money. She was a robot, and a finely crafted one. With kevlar woven into the synthetic skin wrapping around her titanium alloy internal frame. Each component and circuit board was modular and fully sealed inside their own water and shock proof casings. Sonja was built to deal damage, and to take punishment.

Sonja took a step off the edge of the building and plummeted towards the streets below. She landed hard, converted her momentum into a forward roll, coming up into a jog to the closest building where she pressed herself against it. She looked up the street towards the warehouse where her quarry lay. The buildings along the road felt like they were leaning in, like they were affixing a stare at Sonja. She stalked up the street, sticking to dark alley ways and ducking behind debris where she could.

Sonja’s eyes clicked through a variety of lenses for the camera like optics behind her green eyes. The thermal lens showed little in the way of heat signatures, night vision too, and the electro-magnetic scanner did not detect anything on the exterior of the building. Sonja’s personality core hooked into the operating system and A.I. that helped make decisions, by all conventional wisdom this looked like an easy approach and none of the complex systems that kept the android on her feet could argue that point. Sonja sprinted from the corner she had been using for cover and darted for the warehouse.

The powerful pneumatics in her legs compressed and then extended suddenly as Sonja crouched then sprang to the top of the building, landing on her heels then rolling forward on the balls of her feet. She wasted no time and ran to the front door, intending to burst into the apartment and take the monster by surprise. As her legs pumped and moved her she unclipped the whip and she flicked it out, letting it trail beside her, sharp microscopic barbs sliced through the air as she moved. Once at the door she let her momentum flow into a kick that blasted the wooden door off the hinges and sent it sailing into the room.

Sonja’s arm was up, poised and ready to strike like a snake, but the room was dark and worse still, empty. Sonja took a cautious step into the room, then another, eyes scanning left and right the entire time. There was only one room adjacent to the entry room and the doors were closed. Sonja never let her arm fall from its ready position, even as she opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. She looked left and right. Her eyes, flicking over to the night vision module, easily detected the opening in the floor where the platform had previously raised into the room. Had Sonja’s eyes been more focused on the room rather than the floor she might have seen the pair of glowing green eyes open up and peer with malice at the woman in her bedroom.

Sonja knelt down and bent her arm out in front of her. Finally setting her whip aside she tugged off the glove she was wearing and a small panel swung open in her forearm, revealing a touch screen with a keyboard and a series of diagnostics. Tapping in a few commands she started the process of hacking into the warehouses computer system. It was a rudimentary security system and soon the floor split open, allowing Sonja access to the warehouse below. She had just finished tugging the dark grey glove back on and was reaching for her whip when something big and angry slammed into her and knocked her through the opening in the floor and to the ground level of the warehouse below.

Sonja heard the whine of servo motors all around her as Miki eight legs absorbed the impact of her massive spider like body landing over Sonja. Miki’s torso swiveled forward on some kind of rotary mechanism and growled into Sonja’s ear.

“That door was mahogany you little bitch” the venom in her voice was nearly as toxic as the fluids in the container inside of her robotic torso.

Sonja’s systems had struggled to compensate for the sudden attack and fall. Her systems tried to soften the impact, assess this new threat and recalibrate itself. As she came back online, her heads up display filled with impact alerts and more importantly, a warning that there was an abrasion on her face somewhere.

Sonja threw her left elbow back over her back, blindly hoping to hit some part of her attacker. She managed to make contact with Miki’s cheek and the spider like woman reacted by stumbling off of Sonja. The hunter pushed up with her hands and quickly sprang to her feet, once she was righted she scanned the floor and the room in front of her. Her whip was a few feet away, resting on the ground between her and monstrous form of the mechanical spider. She knew she could never reach the weapon before her attacker was on her.

Sonja chose, instead, to unsnap one of the pouches on her hip and fling a throwing knife at the android in one smooth motion. The calculation and timing were incredible, but she was sporting more than enough processing power in her head to make the throw quick enough. The blade sank into Miki’s shoulder and the hefty battery in the handle discharged its payload, sending fifty thousand volts of vengeful electricity coursing through Miki’s body. It wasn’t nearly enough to put her down, but her arm spasmed and her fingers flailed. Sonja sprinted forward and dove into a roll and came up clutching her whip. Her arm snapped back then swung forward in a wide arm, sending the metal tipped cord sailing towards Miki.

The spider woman skittered to one side as quickly as her own processors came back online and recognized the incoming attack, but it wasn’t quite fast enough. The whip coiled around the front most leg on her spider like body, and Sonja pulled hard back towards herself. The barbs on the whip, though normally unseen, were very much present. They dug deep into the metal and with a piercing squeal began to shred and rend the leg, severing it roughly off of the rest of the leg. Miki’s momentum carried her to the side once the leg was snapped off. The once dark warehouse was now illuminated briefly by the bright flashes of sparks showering out of the end of the leg. Thick viscous fluids also spurt from the end of it and splattered onto the floor.

“You’ll pay for that you bitch-you bitch-bitch”

Sonja smirked at hearing her opponent already starting to have a stuttering glitch. It was only a matter of wearing her down now. Sonja had only a moment to gloat to herself, as Miki drug the knife out of her synthetic skin and tossed it aside. Miki grit her teeth and charged forward, she then used the same type of pneumatic mechanisms in her legs that Sonja had to launch her entire body into the air. She flew over Sonja, who attempted to snap her whip at the monster again, but missed narrowly. Miki landed and immediately skittered up the wall and clung to the ceiling.

“Good trick, clearly you’re far too scared to come down here and fight me properly.” Sonja said in a mocking tone, hoping to enrage Miki into attacking her more directly. Instead there was a whirring, like the sound of a fan starting up. Sonja could see small flashes of light and a dull blue glow from the opening in Miki’s abdomen. Then hundreds of small fist sized mechanical spiders came flooding out of the opening, dropping to the floor and swarming towards Sonja. The hunter was quick on her feet, and immediately saw the danger, but like the sting from her whip she had given to Miki earlier, she wasn’t fast enough. Some spider drones raced up her legs and began to dig their razor sharp fangs into her artificial skin.

They had some trouble getting through her kevlar laced outer coating, but even as she swatted away as many of the creatures as possible she was already beginning to receive alerts of dozens of small incisions along her left arm and lower torso, she was being eaten alive. Having weakened her and taken up valuable CPU cycles, Miki dropped from the ceiling and charged Sonja again, grabbing her left arm and reeling back. Sonja, of course, resisten and pulled in the opposite direction, Miki’s small robotic spiders had compromised enough of her arms integrity though.

Sonja’s arm pinged in rapid succession as the metal bindings that held her upper arm in place with the joint in her shoulder gave way and snapped free. The cabling and electronics inside her arm were no match for the force that Miki exerted and soon Sonja’s entire arm tore free, scattering small mechanical spiders around the nearly empty warehouse and causing the area to once again be bathed in the strobing light of white hot flashes of sparking and dying electronics. Sonja reeled back, a cascade of filled the air and her operating system worked hard to shut down the power to that module, but given her situation it took longer than it should.

Sonja placed a hand over her chest and onto her shoulder, angry sparks still spraying from the frayed and ruined assortment of cables and wires that dangled among the shreds of torn synthetic flesh. Soon enough though, the power was cut from that module and the snapping and sparking ceased.

“It’s only fair” Miki hissed at Sonja, even as she dashed forward and swung Sonja’s severed arm like a club. It made contact with Sonja’s face and sent the smaller gynoid tumbling backwards. Sonja indignantly looked up at the spider android, at home in her own lair. Sonja stomped on the approaching spider, crushing it completely with a spark and a small puff of smoke. Her body had been cleared of the creatures, but the damage was apparent, large patches of her body were missing their fleshy covering, exposing the inner workings of her body. Her right arm in particular had been ravaged, flesh dangled off of the internal framework of her arm, though her barbed whip still remained clutched in her hand. Across her torso, her body suit had been all but completely removed above her hips, leaving Sonaj standing there topless. A great gash ran along the bottom of one of her breasts and blue gel dribbled out of it causing that breast to look deflated and deformed. Most damaging was the spider that had reached her face and used its razor like fangs to pry free one of her eyes, which now dangled free of its socket, suspended only by the data cable that ran back into Sonja’s skull.

Sonja could hear the faint skittering as more and more of the spider units began to encircle her again, she knew at any moment they would spring forward and swarm over her again, and she wasn’t entirely sure she could survive very long with them on her again. She heard the skitter of the creatures rushing forward and in response Sonja drew another electrified dagger and waited. She soon felt the bite of dozens and dozens of small razor sharp fangs, biting and digging. Several were tearing away flesh around her throat and some were making their way into her body, attempting to destroy her from the inside out.

Sonja plunged the dagger into her own chest, discharging it. The electrical current flowed over the metal and plastic conductive framework that allowed her body to keep the shape of an attractive woman, but it also sent the voltage into each and every one of the spider units. After only a moment of convulsing the charge stopped and a circle of deactivated spider units surrounded her. Sonja looked up at Miki who was crouched low to the ground, glaring at Sonja. She cracked her whip once, the snap echoing around the warehouse. Once done, she reached into the even larger hole that had been chewed in her abdomen and dug out the carcase of a charred and destroyed spider unit, tossing it to the side.

“Just-ust you and- you and- you and me now you spi-spider whore” Sonja spat, her head twitching to one side with every stuttered word. The movement of her head caused the servos in her neck to whine loudly.

“Looks like” Miki said in reply. “But no one has ever walked out of here, you won't either.”

Sonja didn’t quip back, instead she crouched low, waiting for Miki to make the first move. Mikie did the same, as so the two androids were in a standoff, both waiting for the other to move. Miki smirked and her abdomen whirred to life again.

“Not this-this time” Sonja said and leapt into the air.

In response Miki followed her with her gaze and backed away, but that’s what Sonja wanted. Miki bumped into the back wall of the warehouse just as Sonja landed on the ground in front of her. She was too close for Miki to lash out with her spider legs, and Sonja was ready. As Sonja rose to her feet her whip came singing upward and Sonja leapt to one side, the momentum of the two direction caused the whip to wind around Miki’s lower torso, just above the connection port where her human body met the shiny spider body. Sonja pulled hard and the barbed whip tore through flesh and metal, cutting Miki free of the spider body she had been connected to.

Miki’s torso spun once in the air before it slammed into the cement floor below, a look of absolute surprise plastered on her robotic face.

“Alert. Alternate bo-body not de-detected-ted. Error. Error.” Miki intoned, then blinked several times as the automated messages finished playing and her OS came back online fully. In that time Sonja stood up the looked down at Miki, smirking all the while.

“Looks like you wont be walking out to-” Sonja started to gloat and was abruptly cut off by the spider body detonating. The explosion ripped a hole in the warehouse wall and sent Miki’s upper torso flying through the air, tumbling eng over end. Sonja too went crashing across the warehouse, the concussion flinging her the entire length of the room. When she landed Sonja tumbled over and over several times. On one tumble her leg landed incorrectly and the weight of her body snapped it to one side, damaging the joint and causing a sharp edge of it to pierce through the skin on her knee cap to rupture. Another tumble saw her face scraping harshly against the sandpaper like cement floor, grating her skin and much of the plastic skull off of her head.

Sonja came to an abrupt end when she slammed into the far wall of the warehouse. She froze in place while the inertia of the trip across the room settled and as her internal systems came back online. Half of her vision was a mess of staticy snow due to her one already damaged eye being fully ripped out of her head. Half of the flesh on her face had been torn clean off and her cheek and jawbone had been filed off, resulting in her jaw hanging loosely from the opposite joint. The leg with the broken knee joint barely supported any of her weight. She looked down at the debris that was still clattering against the wall, the motion coming as a jerking spasming movement, each twitch bringing a strained whine from the servos in her neck.

There on the ground at her feet was Miki’s torso, in an equally destroyed state. The flesh along her body was torn and shredded and her head was cocked to one side at an awkward angle. One side of Miki’s neck had torn open and was dribbling fluids down onto the cement with a stead pip-pip-pip.There was a small snap of sparks from a short circuit between two length of frayed wires. Miki’s eyes clicked in their sockets and looked up toward Sonja.

“N-n-n-no- n-no-o. Y-you ca-cannot-ot- cannot. I wont-i wont- I wont” Miki stammered

“Shut up” Sonja retorted and bent down, grasping Miki’s long silky black hair and hauling her and her torso up by the hair piece. Sonja shook her up and down several times, the once threatening spider android bouncing and bobbing. Sonja screwed up her face and looked frustrated. She stooped down and dropped Miki there, she then picked up the tip of one of Miki’s spider legs. Sonja jammed the tip into Miki’s throat, rupturing the vocal processor and finally shutting up Miki. Sonja wrenched the leg back and forth several times before the metal finally fatigued in Miki’s neck. Sonja discarded the leg then reached down to Miki’s head and twisted it around and around until the flesh finally reached its breaking point.

Miki’s head snapped off, her jaw still moving, trying to form words, but the light had faded from her eyes. Sonja tangled her fingers into Miki’s hair and began to limp towards the smoldering remains of Miki’s spider body. Miki’s head dragging on the cement floor the whole time.

Sonja always made her mark...always.

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==Chapter One==

Every generation looks towards a nebulous “future” with hopes and dreams. Even the term “future” holds a certain kind of romantic undertone that strikes many in a particular way. The future is where things will be better, society will have figured itself out, politics and wars will be easy and smooth. Everything will be washed in a fresh coat of glimmering white paint. Depending on the era one was born in, the nebulous future looked very different.

In the early parts of the twentieth century the future showed the average citizen wearing ostentatious clothes and boarding air-cars and flying to work where electronics typewriters would generate their reports for them. Time marched on, and those air cars and typewriters became something different entirely.

The concept of a vehicle for transport was replaced by dreams of personal jetpacks to fly to the office where conveyor belts would courier you to your desk where you could write your reports in peace. Food was in pill form and swallowed for efficiency sake. Glass domes capped soaring towers and people looked to the stars, thinking that out there among the inky dark and the shimmering stars was humanity's future.

As the twenty-first century rolled into place, the stars were still in our eyes. It was slow at first, the crawl towards space, but humanity never stopped. Slowly, for certain, at times when short sighted politicians and the meddling wealth of billionaires yanked our heads down to earth, but it was always there, always a goal to leave this planet and see what was out there.

Future generations would never be quite sure what finally did it. Some would speculate that we, as a species, finally did it. Finally brought our planet to its knees and could only look upward as a means of escape. Others would claim that it was all a misunderstanding, yes things got bad but that's when we united, buried the hatchet, and started to fly. In reality, it was somewhere in the middle. Earth, as a planet, was drying up. Ages of abuse and uncaring had left it crippled and if we stayed then the whole ecosystem would collapse, and the human race with it.

The human race had done damage to the planet, and the ecology was harmed to the point that it would never recover to the state it was in before. But that isn’t how environments work, and as time marched forward, plants evolved. Soil that was toxic became the perfect home for new and changing plants. By then, though, humanity had realized what they had done and the race was on.

The mentality of “scatter” was on everyone’s mind. Get off of this planet as soon as we can, because time is officially up!

It wasn’t though. People fled the planet in droves, those with money first and then those who could realistically be of use for the future of mankind, and anyone without deep enough pockets were left behind. Which, as it turned out, wasn’t so bad.

Earth recovered, in time. It was hard, and harsh, but it happened. New flowers bloomed where others would have died. Life swelled and humanity continued onward as it always did. Other planets had opened up with the advent of new technologies. Near light speed travel was looming on the horizon, but until we got there, high performance engines were fitted to starships. Artificial intelligence grew and matured into an ever faithful companion rather than the harbinger of doomsday. The coat of white paint was there, dingey in places, and showing signs of wear and tear, but it was there.

New planets offered hope as well. New resources and minerals ripe for extraction and use. Their unearthly properties may very well hold the keys to a brighter future for everyone. Centuries passed along and the discovery of new resources was always the driving factor. There was and always would be, a need for more. Along with it, came the need for someone to do the work to harvest it.

The wealthy need not dirty their unworked hands with such labors. Their hands were trained only to flick dollar bills at those who had the sturdy constitution to do an honest day's work. The conundrum was that none of those kinds of people lived on the shining planet spanning cities of far flung planets. They lived on Earth, or Dorma, or Curtis3, or any number of other planets that the human race had begun to settle on.

The cycle was always the same. Astronomers would sight a planet that could sustain life, and probes were sent out to confirm those suspicions. Was there an atmosphere? Was the gravity earth like? How was the soil? If everything looked to be within the habitable zone, then expedition teams were sent to confirm what the data indicated.

Expeditions were the job of a lifetime, if you qualified to be on a team. It wasn’t as simple as passing a few job interviews and flashing a bright smile. The future was placed squarely on the shoulders of expedition teams. They needed to be strong, self reliant, smart, and resourceful. They needed to know what to look for, how to find it, how to recognize and analyze it. Even then, they would drop onto the planet with practically nothing and survive there until it could be either confirmed or denied that the planet was viable.

Teams were made up of a few dozen members, the best and the brightest, and then they were loaded into a ship and sent off. Leaving behind human civilization in favor of a planet where they would inevitably be at the bottom of the food chain.

It had worked though. So many planets were discovered and colonized by cells of humans, led by a handful of people who landed and conquered the land. Nature itself bent to the will and the hands of accomplished explorers. Once a planet was marked safe, then the industrial complex would arrive. Great ships loaded with machines and tools and experts. Cities were built and seemed to rise out of the ground like some undead thing clawing its way out of the ground. They were something wholly alien to the planet and they clung to the ground they were nestled on like a leech.

Once a human city was there, it was never going away. Then the drills came out and dug even deeper into the ground. Sapping the planet for resources and building more. Human’s were the ultimate self replicating organism on any planet.

Bleak though the practice seemed in a vacuum, it was how life happened. A flower's entire purpose is to grow, produce its fruit, and spread its seed far afield. Fruit looked bright and succulent so that animals would eat it and transport the seeds away, letting them grow in a new place where the parent plant wouldn’t be deprived of the resources. Likewise, viruses swept into the body, not with a mission to destroy the host, but rather to simply continue its own existence. The host was merely a vessel, chalked full of resources.

Human expansion was every bit as natural as the blooming flowers or the sailing virus, riding on a mote of fluid in the air.

Trent and Monica’s home on Curtis3 was in a state of elated chaos. There was a roil of joy and delight in the air. The kind of raw happiness that comes with a once in a lifetime event that will invariably change someone’s life, forever.

Trent’s hands were shaking as if he were chilled to his very core, but his body felt hot all at once. He had only read the first line of the letter from the Inter Galactic Coalition of Human Exploration. The Coalition, as it was more colloquially known, was the governing organization that had oversight into vetting and organizing a team of deep space explorers. When a new planet was found, The Coalition was the body that investigated and analyzed it.

They were the organization that Trent had served, faithfully, for ages. He had passed his preliminary examinations, performed well in his physical and mental evaluations, and with the final submission of his psychological evaluation, all he had been doing was waiting. Waiting for the test results, waiting for a planet to be discovered, waiting for his life to finally fly into the stars. He was waiting on his future, and here it was, in his hands.

“Trenton Almay.” He read to his wife, beaming at him from their kitchen table. “It is our great pleasure to extend to you the honor of joining surveillance team three three seven nine bound for the planetary body blah blah blah.”

He looked up, the grin on his face was unmistakable. This was it, they had made it. The somewhat small house they had lived in for the last two years would be sold back to The Coalition and they would be off of the planet. His eyes drifted back down to the page.

“Due to the nature of the planetoid we will require you…make this expedition..without your family…”

He looked up from the page and met Monica’s eyes. She looked just as shocked as he felt.

“We- You don’t have to take this assignment..” She trailed off. She knew. They did need it, and he would take it.

“I’d be out there for almost five years without you and the kids.” He said.

“Yeah..”

“But-”

“But it’s worth it.” She finished his thought for him. He wasn’t going to be able to say it out loud anyway.

Five years. Jeff would be out of schooling, depending on the timing Aria would be too, though only barely. Melody would be in her early twenties. It was a long time, but..it was worth it. Monica looked up at her husband and nodded.

“We’ll make it work. Don’t worry, we’ll get out to you once things are settled.” Monica said, and stood from the table and stepped into a hug with her husband.

They had been through so much already, and this would just be one more thing. Not that there was any regret there, it was just another notch in the belt. Trent had been there for her, when she was sick, through the doctors appointments, through the remission, through the resurfacing and treatments. The very least she could do is sit and wait patiently until she could rejoin him. The kids would understand too, maybe not like it, but it would be alright. Interstellar communications were getting more and more reliable, so they could send messages and hear back from him in a shorter time.

They held one another for a long time, neither wanted to be the first to separate. It was Monica though that gently squeezed into her husband and separated. Her mouth pressed into a hard line. She looked at him, nodded once and turned back to the kitchen table. Her purse was there, ready and waiting for her. She was only a minute or two away from leaving when the mail had arrived, and now it was time to go.

Melody, her eldest daughter, appeared by the front door. She was dressed fairly blandly. A pair of simple jeans, shin high boots and a somewhat elegant looking button up blouse. Her fiery red hair still holding strong at her shoulders. She seemed to like it trimmed and held there. She argued that it looked nice and framed her face, but Monica suspected it was to emphasize the black choker she had started wearing around her throat.

Despite the all-knowing teenager act that she normally put forth, she was clearly nervous today. Her hands fidgeted a bit and then eventually thrust themselves into her pockets while she waited for her mother. Monica strode towards her, a smile that attempted to exude some measure of comfort and confidence on her face.

Melody was only sixteen, the same age Monica was when she went to the doctor for similar symptoms. She prayed to whatever was out there in the cosmos that whatever Melody was experiencing was just a fluke illness, or allergies to the strange plant life on Curtis3, or anything..anything else…

Trent and Monica lay in bed. Trent wore a pair of boxers and nothing else. Monica opted for a silky night gown that left nothing to imagination. Nothing would be happening tonight, neither would be in the mood.

“The same genetic markers?” Trent confirmed. Monica nodded as she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.

“It will manifest more and more as she goes on. The doctors suspect by the time she’s in her early twenties that it will be inoperable.” Monica closed her eyes, pressing them together hard, as if that might squeeze the genetic anomaly out of Melody. “With my history, they are recommending the same treatment.”

“Isn’t she a little..young..for that?” Trents concern was unmistakable. No, it wasn’t concern, it was terror.

“She is too young, she can’t consent to it yet, and the doctors said there might be a small chance that it could clear itself up.”

“But you just said-”

“I know-” Monica interrupted. “But she was reacting a little differently than I did to the medication. It’s come a long way in the years since I had my treatment.”

Trent nodded. His eyes turned to look at his wife. She still looked so young and vibrant. Her treatment had worked well for her, he couldn’t imagine having to put little Melody through it.

“Maybe she’ll get through it.” Monica commented, opening her eyes and turning to meet Trent’s gaze.

“Maybe.” He said, nodding. “Maybe.”

Trent hated that he wouldn’t be there for Monica, or Melody, as they worked through the medications and treatments. She would be a different person by the time he got to see her again. All of them would be. He slung his pack over his shoulder and looked at the family he was leaving behind. Melody and Monica, looking more and more like one another every single day. His son, Jeff, just barely fourteen, now the man of the house. Scruffy looking hair and a body that was gangly and still growing. He would be fully a man in five years when Trent got to see him again. Little Aria too, thirteen and starting to grow into that rebellious streak that Melody was just leaving. She looked cute, and bored. She didn’t want her daddy to leave, but understood why he had to. She thought that maybe not looking at him would make it easier, or maybe it was because she didn’t want him to see her crying.

He kissed Monica one last time, hugged his children, and then he was gone. Out the door and towards the waiting transport there. It glimmered in the sun, smeared in white paint. There wasn’t even a layer of dust on it. It was either new or unused. Trent could have rambled about its construction for ages. He always did have a good mind for machines and electronics, it had served him well. It was his technical skills that had won him a ticket onto the exploration team in the end. There was enough technology and on the fly repairs that needed to be done on a fresh planet that every team needed as much technical know-how as possible.

The family of five split into a family of one, and a family of four that day. Trent raised a single hand to wave, and then the transport was off. Whining as the propulsion engines whisked him away from the little house he had called home. Leaving Monica to manage everything until they too got their letter that it was time to board their own star ship and rejoin him.

There was a definitive emptiness in the house. It started when Trent had left, and it lingered. It was in the air, in the walls. It could easily be felt at all times. Monica seemed to be the most capable of shoving it from her mind, and stepped up to be the pillar her children clung to. Particularly Melody.

She was so young, but acting so mature. There were more and more visits to the clinic that the pair went through, at least for another year. On Melody’s eighteenth birthday she was eligible for the same treatment regimen that her mother had been forced to undergo. A choice she was assured she still had plenty of time to decide on, though for a still young woman it weighed heavily on her shoulders. Still, even she put on a brave face for the sake of her younger siblings.

Jeff and Aria, a few years younger than Melody, seemed to be taking the absence of their father in stride. Aria, the youngest, soon began the same kind of haughty rebellious streak that resulted in so many self-expressive ways. Monica squashed the ones that might morph into anything destructive, and let slide those that seemed like a simple act to try and thumb her nose at her one remaining parent. The result was a short bob style haircut, much like Melody had worn when their father left, though she insisted on dying it a wild lavender color.

Monica could only smirk to herself. If that was the worst that Aria could muster to try and get under her mother’s skin, then everything would be perfectly fine.

Jeff, like most boys hurtling into the end of their teenage years, secluded himself most of the time. Choosing to spend his time in his room, tinkering idly with the small amount of technology his father had left for him. He was no savant, but he managed to disassemble and successfully reassemble some of the old equipment that had been left behind. Moreover, he managed to get it working again..after a few failed attempts.

Jeff was old enough to know what was coming though. Aria might still live in a small amount of blissful ignorance, but Jeff was well aware that once the communication came through that the new planet had been bent to humanity's will, that they would be packing up their small home here and moving. Not just to a new neighborhood or even a new land mass, but leaving the planet. Friends, familiar faces, the comfort of the place he had grown up, all of it would be gone in the flames of a rocket taking their ship to orbit.

“But you get to go to space!” His friends said in vain attempts to cheer him up. Their small holographic avatars pacing around or sitting on a non-existent floor.

Jeff lay on his bed, his own camera mounted to a computer and pointed at him while a flurry of light beams recreated his friend's avatars.

“And we can still send one another vid-coms.” another one said.

“Cool, I can't wait to get a vid-com of my friends six days after they sent it.” Jeff lamented.

Despite wild advancements in communications technology, there was little science could do to overcome the sheer distance between planets. Light only traveled so fast and so far in a single measurement of time. Jeff knew as much, and he knew his friends also knew it. They were every bit as disappointed as Jeff was, but his father was going to be on the team that colonized a new planet and that was something worth bragging about.

Jeff didn’t feel like bragging. He felt like sulking. He remained on the vid-com for a little while longer, idly chatting with his friends, but it soon became clear that he had disengaged from the conversation. Within half an hour he had bid them farewell and lay on his bed.

It was quiet now, the day already mostly over, and his sisters were in their rooms, his mother in hers. Jeff was certain that he was the only soul in the house who was awake at the moment, a revelation that only hammered home how lonely he was. With a sigh he grabbed his blanket and pulled it tighter around him and drifted slowly off to sleep.

Five and a half years had passed. Monica’s little family had grown into a healthy and beautiful collection of adults. Monica had changed little in that time, looking youthful as always and keeping a perpetual smile on her face. It was that same smile that had helped keep the family together in both good times and bad. Darkness seemed to shy away from that radiant display.

Jeff, now nineteen and Melody, into her early twenties, sat side by side in the uncomfortable chairs in the amphitheater. They were made from wood, a rare commodity in an era where plastics and synthetics made up every little thing. If it didn’t have some scrap of technology or polymer in it, then it was considered “classic” or “retro”. So the wooden creak of all natural material below Jeff sounded, somehow, out of place.

Aria’s school graduation was a small affair. Her private school accepted only a few members of society, generally those who had parents that did something for the betterment of the community, or who had enough money. Trent’s acceptance into the exploration league had landed Aria in a great school, an offer that neither Jeff nor Melody had been able to benefit from.

Two dozen or so parents and families were arrayed around the small stage, also constructed of wood, and waited as names were called one after the other. Aria wasn’t difficult to pick out of the crowd. She had decided to keep her bright lavender hair and every time it grew out enough to show her roots it was immediately re-colored to match. It was more than fitting, her bright hair matched her equally bright personality. The joke among family and friends was that Aria’s favorite activity was smiling.

Jeff had had his time to be dour and depressed. Into his early adulthood now though, he seemed to be dragging himself out of that. There were still those times when darkness would swirl up and consume his mind, but they were less often and lasted a day or two instead of weeks or months. Likewise, it had been almost two years since Melody had begun her treatment, and the happy news that it was working well was more than enough to help Jeff in those times.

The thought of losing another family member had been a real concern to Jeff. Melody and Monica had both assured him that the treatment she would undergo had improved by leaps and bounds since Monica had undergone it. Medical reports were promising, and her body was taking to the treatment well. The genetic scourge that was in her seemed to be shrinking away and disappearing piece by piece. Only a few months ago Melody had been given a clean bill of health and she had been deemed free of the disease. Though, all eyes now turned to Aria.

Regular check ups had, thus far, turned up nothing at all. By Monica and Melody’s eighteenth birthday they had already been showing more than enough genetic markers to be diagnosed, and Aria, now eighteen as well, was showing none. Perhaps there was some hope yet.

The ceremony ended, Aria smiled as always and accepted her graduation papers. The groaning of a sea of wooden chairs filled the air and a round of applause for the newly graduated class filled the outdoor amphitheater. Aria made her way towards her family, wading through a sea of other families and their graduates. No one noticed the two men standing at the edge of the ceremony, just waiting, silently. Dressed formally, they fit into the crowd of onlookers.

Once the ceremony had ended though, and families clumped together, hugged, and congratulated one another, the two men made their move. Walking casually down the grassy hill that led to the rounded amphitheater. Soon they stood before Monica and her family. There didn’t need to be any words passed between them, the manilla envelope they held was enough.

It was an odd thing. In an age of incredible technological advancements, paper was a rarity. Real paper, made from soaked and pressed wood fibers. It was a luxurious item. It was the kind of thing that only something important was printed on. Vid-com’s were cheap and as soon as the message was heard, it was gone a day or two later, lost to the automated processes that cleansed the stored messages from servers and infrastructure.

Paper, though. Paper lasted. Paper couldn’t just be deleted from a server somewhere. You could hold it in your hand and look at it tomorrow, or next week, or next year, or next decade.

“Congratulations.” One of the two men said. He knew what was in the envelope. He nodded to Monica, turned and left.

“Mom?” Aria asked.

Monica had opened the envelope and her eyes were rapidly scanning over the words. She wasn’t crying or letting a solemn tear roll down her cheek. That was enough to help put her children’s fears at ease. Their father wasn’t dead, and this wasn’t some condolences letter from the Coalition. It was something else.

With a sigh Monica folded up the paper, carefully sliding it back into the envelope and smiling. Not the kind of smile she had been wearing. It didn’t speak of a need to be strong, or encouragement to persevere. This was a genuine smile, it was joyful and pleasant. It radiated the kind of contained sunshine that Aria had.

“It’s from your father.” Monica said. “The colony is ready for the first wave of settlers.”

Despite the peals of joy from around the amphitheater a small bubble of silence settled over the family. It was time. They were going to space.

==Chapter Two==

In the past, selling your house would have been a hassle. You had to have some place to go once an offer was made, and timing became a shuffle of one family leaving and another moving in. There was paperwork, on actual paper, and stress. Monica and her family had only to box up their possessions, point the moving drones at their crated possessions, and walk away. The government handled the rest of the transactions from there.

Jeff wasn’t thrilled about the prospect of leaving his home planet for another one. Though, the idea that this would be the last time he needed to move was an encouragement. He was young still, and friendships came easier. Particularly in the smaller community they would settle in. The romanticized idea of a frontier town flitted through his mind, conjuring up images of ancient cowboys on beasts, fighting off natives and living a hard but satisfying life under the stars.

In reality, Jeff had a city to look forward to. The automated construction drones and machines that had been brought to the new planet made for a much faster, much easier, construction project. Human oversight was needed, certainly, but the robots would do the hardest of the labors. Stomping mechanically around, tirelessly welding structured framework in place and erecting buildings with the kind of speed and precision a human could only barely comprehend.

That was why Jeff’s father had been there. The machines needed someone competent there to keep them running. When a drone broke down or finally blew out some critical component, Trent would be there to activate a new one and drag the old one back to his shop for repair or disposal.

Jeff slid a pile of his own books into a box, recalling evenings with his father in their home work shop. Both of their faces illuminated by the gentle glow of a tablet computer as Trent tried desperately to impart some of his knowledge into his son. Jeff had paid attention, at least as much attention that a child could have. Some of it had stuck in his brain, somewhere. He could at very least identify most of the basic components on a circuit board, read wiring schematics, and even understand some of them. Not that he knew what to do with any of it, but he at least was familiar with them.

Jeff had, almost intentionally, procrastinated deciding on a firm field of study. Why bother, he knew they would be rocketing off of the planet for a new home and the small amount of specialized education he could have learned would surely not mature into anything on the ‘frontier’. He shoved another book into the box.

“Not too many books in one box.” Monica chided from where she leaned against his door jamb. “The pickup drone won't be able to lift it.”

Jeff sighed and pulled out one of the heavier textbooks he was packing and tossed it up onto the bed. Monica’s eyes scanned over the book, it was an old but still relevant databook on the basics of mechanical engineering and repair. It was Trent’s.

“Do you want any help sweetheart?” she asked.

“No, I’m fine.” Jeff said, trying in vain to hide the sadness in his voice.

Monica lingered, stoic as always, in the door jamb for a moment before slipping away, maybe Melody needed some help.

Jeff sat still, he heard his mom leave, even with her trying to soften her retreating footsteps. He didn’t so much sigh as simply let the lungful of air seep out from between his teeth. He hated everything that was happening here. He didn’t want to leave, but he was too young to simply stay. Maybe if he had a nice, cushy job working for The Coalition, or in some work share that offered supplementary housing. But he was only nineteen, barely out of his schooling and just beginning to pad out his resume with smaller jobs.

Even if he could sustain himself alone here on Curtis3, would he want to? His friends were here, but how long until they too left. There were other continents here, or more advanced schooling. They would leave, and Jeff would stay. Then what? No friends and no family. He would be more alone than if he boarded that star ship with his family. He blew a small puff of exhaled air out of his nose. ‘Somehow’ he realized, ‘the dark void of space is less lonely than being alone in a house on his home planet.’

The realization didn’t soften the blow of having to leave, but it surely made the idea of a voyage across the stars a little more palpable.

Packing came much easier to him after that. It wasn’t quite enjoyable, but it didn’t hurt him as much any more. When Aria appeared in the hall outside his door, bright as the early morning, he even tossed her a smirk.

“Don’t worry too much about it.” She said, “packing sucks, but unpacking is going to be like Christmas with your own stuff. It’ll be pretty great.”

Jeff never could figure out if she was trying to cheer him up or convince herself that it would be ok. The subtle, slight streak in her makeup just below the eye told him that Aria had been crying, recently. Regardless of that, her perpetual sunshine was always welcome.

It was truly shocking how quickly a whole house could be packed up and made ready when you really devoted time to it. What had taken years to accumulate was boxed up, labeled, and ready for transport within four or five days. Their instructions were to simply place the boxes on the massive pad that had been delivered to their house, once all their belongings were on it, they would be weighed, scanned, and pickup drones would arrive to courier them to the star port, and from there, to their ship.

A strange feeling settled on the house on their last night in it. The house was empty and had a certain feeling of finality to it. Like the last sentence in the chapter of a book. There was something new on the next page, your eyes could see it coming, but you still needed to read through the words you had in front of you.

Large empty spaces dominated the house now. Jeff, Melody, and Aria had reserved a single premeasured box for personal belongings to have delivered to their quarters on the ship. They could pack into it whatever they wanted. Jeff’s packed with books, his personal computer, some small knick knacks, and things to do. The challenge was putting in belongings that you would want to access for the next six months, and nothing else. How much entertainment could you consume in a six month space flight?

Melody and Monica packed similarly. Ongoing treatment for their condition meant that they required machines to help them. Administering and infusing ongoing medical treatment was what they kept telling Jeff and Aria when asked why they weren’t packing their crate with books or movies or other things. Aria, on the other hand, packed lightly. Sketchbooks, art supplies, a few books, and little else.

“We’re going to be in space! What more could I possibly want?”

Jeff had smirked and snorted once at the response, even as he slid another book into his crate, wedging it between a few other things. His was packed to the brim and even though he got the lid to snap onto it, he still wondered if he could empty it and rearrange things to allow for just a little more space.

The beds they slept on, the linens they used, and the morning’s dishes were the last to be placed on the pad. Everyone in the house seemed to wake up early enough, their bodies declaring in unison that there was no more use in delaying. It was time.

Breakfast was rushed and the house was suddenly thrust into some flurried chaos. Jeff and Aria managed to eat quickly, feeling guilty that Melody and Monica had turned down the food in favor of hauling beds and boxes to the transport pad. There would be plenty of time for food later, for now though they needed to get things packed up.

By the time breakfast was done, the two older women had moved most of the remaining goods in the house to the pad, leaving very little for Jeff and Aria to take care of. Still, there were a few things left, and with those last few things placed, it was done. Their house was empty, the only home they had now was on a planet across the galaxy, and it was occupied only by one man. And he was there alone, waiting for his family. The thought put a bit of rush into everyone’s steps.

Every one of them took a few minutes to take off their pajamas and stuff them into their personal crates. Flight suits had been provided for them and were required when undergoing interstellar travel. They were specially crafted from a very form fitting material that would keep blood from pooling in any one area should a g-force crisis occur. The reactive material was laced with electronics as well, each and every part of it would monitor the wearer's pulse and vitals, reacting as needed.

They were stark white with light blue streaks on it, and a Coalition logo plastered across the left breast. They weren’t comfortable by any stretch of the imagination, but they were required. Had Jeff not just spent a day packing his personal belongings, clothes included, into his crate he would have at least put a pair of cargo pants on over it. At least the rest of his family looked the same. Tight white fabrics stretched over the bare skin, and hiding very little. The cluster of white made it obvious where they were heading.

People of all walks of life bustled around the star port. It was a vast change from the somewhat small town feel that Jeff was used to. Their home had been nestled in something of a suburb, and even then it was on the fringes of the settlement. A short walk would land you on the edges of an open field with forests waiting to be logged beyond.

This, though, was wildly different. Every white wall was splashed with strategically placed colors and advertisements. There were video feeds on most walls soothing travelers and giving directions to the launch gates. Others welcomed newcomers to Curtis3 and bid them platitudes about their visit. Monica led her family through the port, seemingly knowing where she was going without too much issue, and eventually presented their launch schedule to a ticket counter. From there, they were directed to stand in line for a health and security scan.

The outbound line was, mercifully, shorter than the line of inbound passengers who would also need to be scanned. The very real danger of transporting diseases, invasive species, or simple plant life that was not native to the environment was very real. The Coalition did everything in its power to quash those kinds of incidents.

As they approached the line of scanners and staff Jeff noticed that there was a separation. Passengers would scan the data card they had been handed as a boarding pass, and would then be directed to another line. Some passengers would be directed to another line, even though there were clearly other empty queues available. It was a mystery that he hoped might be cleared up once he and his family reached the terminal.

Monica went first, modelling exactly what needed to be done so her children could have a ready example to follow. She placed her data card on the flatbed scanner, little more than a plastic coated short range wireless detector that read the card. A small tone sounded from the machine and Jeff could see the handheld tablet light up in the attendant's hand. He couldn’t quite see the information listed on it, but he could see a picture of his mother, and a lot of information. One of the fields seemed to be highlighted in red and blinking.

“Lane four.” The attendant directed, and Monica complied, walking to the place she was directed to.

Aria was next, scanning her card and hearing the tone. Jeff glanced at the tablet again, no blinking red was present.

“Lane two, just down there.” The attendant said and pointed in the opposite direction of where Monica had been sent.

Aria simply walked along to one of the full body scanners. The kind that you stepped into and a heavy mechanism rotated around you. Just beyond that was another attendant with a small case of medical supplies. Swabs, a handheld scanner and some test strips to check for common diseases or bacteria.

The small chime brought Jeff back. Melody had scanned her card and was being directed to lane four, right behind her mother. The attendant looked to Jeff, and somewhat impatiently called ‘next’. They clearly thought Jeff wasn’t paying attention, they were right, but that's besides the point. Jeff had wanted to look at the display in the attendant's hand when Melody scanned her card, but he had missed his opportunity. His card chimed, and he glanced at the screen, nothing blinked.

“Lane one.”

Jeff walked along, past Aria who had just made it out of the body scanner and was presenting her arm for a swab, presumably followed up by a blood sample. Jeff was instructed to step into the scanner and face the small blinking light on the wall. As he did, he lost sight of his family, it was just him and the scanner now. The machine rotated around him, emitting a heavy hum and a strange sensation, like the air around his head just got twice as heavy for a moment. Then it was done, the machine spun down and everything seemed to return to normal, save for a small wobbling sensation inside of Jeff’s head.

As he suspected, they drew blood and applied small droplets of the sample onto a number of test strips. While the chemicals on them worked, the medical attendant ran a number of very standard tests. Shining a light in his eyes, having him open his mouth to check down his throat, recording his pulse, and taking his blood pressure. Once done, they checked the test strip and compared them to some form of information on their hand held scanner.

“All clear, have a good trip.”

The medical attendant said it with the same tone as someone who had repeated the same line over and over again for hours on end, day after day. Cheerful but empty.

He rejoined his family, all of which were waiting for him. Aria hadn’t bothered to pull the sleeves of her long white shirt down over the gauze padding on her arm. The crook of her elbow still showed the pastel blue tape that was put in place to hold it firmly against her skin. Jeff was already shoving the cuff of his shirt over it. Out of sight, out of mind. He glanced at Melody and Monica, who clearly agreed with him as their sleeves were back down to their wrists again.

All that was left was to make their way to their jump gate and board a star ship.

The gate was more of a challenge to find than anything else. It was a smaller, private gate that was owned by The Coalition. Unsurprisingly, they would not be travelling by a commercial craft, rather a private government owned craft. They only managed to find the gate after asking one of the many wandering information drones where it was. The little hovering drone was little more than a ticket scanner and a touch screen display. Monica tapped her data card to it and a small map appeared, showing where they were and where the gate was. She looked at it for barely a moment and then nodded, turned, and pointed further into the bustling starport.

Once they reached the small boarding gate, there were only a few people there, and all of them wore very official looking uniforms. Pressed white pants and jackets over a light blue shirt. They should have been buttoned up and smoothed out, but judging by the way they were leaning against a counter, chatting, laughing, and even flirting with the attendant there, it was clear that this was a far more casual flight.

“Hey, there they are.” One of them, the only one wearing an officer's cap, proclaimed as the family approached.

“Captain Marcus Liber, at your service.” He said, removing his hat and bowing ever so slightly. “This is my co-pilot Ruber, and our android engineer Six Six Three.”

Jeff looked at the engineer. An android. She didn’t look like an android. Though as he looked closer the faint sheen of plastic on the skin stretched across her face and down her throat did seem to catch the light and reflect it a little too brightly. He didn’t want to stare, but he did see a faint line zipping across her neck as well and wondered if that was some kind of detachment point or opening to an access panel. He didn’t have long to contemplate it.

“Nice to meet you all, if you’ll scan your datapasses here, we can get underway. Your cargo has already been loaded and your quarters have been set up.” Captain Liber said in a jovial tone.

Monica nodded and turned to the attendant there and scanned her data card. The woman behind the counter smiled placidly while the data flowed and then seemed to jump just a little and then turned to Monica. All set, welcome aboard. She held out her hand and took the card from Monica. Jeff watched as this woman repeated the same words again and again, in the same tone, with the same infection, for each member. When it was his turn he handed over his card, but his eyes trailed over her. Shining skin, more plastic looking than Six Six Three, and her movements were stiff too.

Jeff nodded once he was confirmed and found Captain Liber looking at him. The crew and his family were already half way down the boarding tunnel to their craft. His smile was infectiously positive, but it did wonders for Jeff, who felt himself calmed by the almost smug confidence Captain Liber had.

“First time in space?” He asked as Jeff walked past him.

Jeff nodded.

“It’s not so bad. More boring than anything.”

There was a bit of silence and Jeff found himself looking over his shoulder at the attendant.

“First time seeing an android?” Liber asked.

“Yeah.” Jeff said.

“That one’s a little more, ehh, primitive. Sixes up there is basically human. She’ll make sure we’re all good.”

Jeff nodded, his face burning just a little. He wasn’t used to being chatted up by an adult who wasn’t his mother. But his mind continued to slide back to the look of that plastic skin, wondering what it would feel like. If the rest of her body was coated in that same plastic, or if she was all metal and hard bits below the neckline. He wondered if Six Six Three, who looked less artificial, was the same way.

Jeff’s mind danced with youthful glee. He was mentally undressing her, even as Six Six Three came into view, he could see the gentle sway of her hips. It looked so natural, so human, but his mind painted a mental picture of the soft plastic sheen on it. Her back, coated in the same plastic. He imagined her in his bed, topless, her plastic breasts in his-

“Alright, a quick tour!” Captain Liber was saying. Jeff hadn’t even realized that they had fully walked up the boarding tunnel and were now on board the star ship.

It felt more like a small common room than a passenger craft. There was a small arrangement of couches that were all arranged to face outwards. All of them were settled neatly in front of a large, triple thick pane of some kind of clear material. Currently all that lay beyond those windows was the star port. Heavy machines and equipment, soon though, it would be stars and galaxies.

“Through this door here, that’s the engine room, obviously it’s locked.” He pointed to a sealed door on the left of the huddled family, then pointed to the right. “Down there are the crew quarters, also locked, but the ones with a little blue light above the doors, those are for you folks. Names are on the little piccard-”

“Placard” Six Six Three quietly corrected.

“Right yep, on the placard outside. Your stuff should be inside already. Further down the hall on the right is the cafeteria. We’ll be rationing food, not that there’s a shortage, but don’t go gorging yourself.”

Liber stepped up behind Ruber and slapped his hands onto the somewhat younger man’s shoulders.

“Ruber here is quite the chef. It’s all pre-packaged stuff, but you’d be amazed what a little salt and some butter will do.”

Ruber nodded and presented a small smile.

“Across from the cafeteria is the engineering bay, that’s where Six is gonna be most of the time.”

The robotic woman smiled warmly and nodded. “It’s going to be locked when I’m not in there, but feel free to pop in and say hi if I’m in there.”

“Cockpit at the end of the hall. That’s about it. So, welcome aboard the Mirum’iter”

He smiled, nodded, and waited just long enough to let anyone ask any questions they may have had, and when no one spoke up, he nodded once more and strode casually off towards the front of the ship. Ruber and Six Six Three fell into step behind him, giving Jeff one last lingering view of the robot’s rear end and dragging his thoughts back to the lewd place they had been in before.

Melody was the first to move, taking up a position on one of the couches and soon after, Aria joined her. Melody’s brilliant red hair clashing with Aria’s lavender. Aria leaned her head onto Melody’s shoulder and the two sisters looked out the windows, the vibrant colors swirling and mixing together as they waited.

Monica patted Jeff on the shoulder and stepped past him, moving to the hell and towards her room and left Jeff alone with his thoughts. The ship was already beginning to subtly shift and vibrate as pre-take off checks were run and mechanisms began to move.

Jeff took up position on one of the couches that faced out of the other side of the ship. He criss-crossed his legs and tried to make himself comfortable, but the twisting knot of nervous energy coiled in his belly. He closed his eyes and tried to force his mind to think of anything else, anything to distract him from the idea that in a few minutes he would be blasting off into the atmosphere, then into space and from there a course that would lead him some place all new.

==Chapter Three==

Some things never changed. Despite a few centuries or more of development into rocketry and physics, chemical based launch rockets were still en vogue. The raw thrust they could produce was unparalleled. The method of using them to launch craft, on the other hand, had evolved greatly.

A system of gantries were affixed to the craft, and the chemical boosters connected to the framework. From there, the entire assembly would be launched out of the atmosphere, once there though, the ionic thrusters on the craft could take over. The gantry would detach and the ship would be on its way, while the chemical rockets would be recovered, refueled, and brought back to the planet for reuse.

Jeff, Melody, and Aria could sit comfortably as they watched their home planet disappear below them. Of course, they needed to wait for the plumes of smoke and debris to clear out of their vision first. As they were launching, the beautifully curved windows were filled with nothing but white smoke and little else. Once they had breached the atmospheric limits of the planet, though, it became a different sight.

A sea of stars, all twinkling and shimmering before them, appeared in the view ports. It stretched out, literally, into infinity. Melody could only smile at that, leaning forward a little and releasing Aria. Jeff sat where he was, simply staring into the vastness of space, knowing that each and every glimmering star before him was its own galaxy, stuffed full of planets. A vast array of the universe spread out before him.

It wasn’t madness that gripped his brain at that moment, but a sense of awe and scale. The universe was vast and he was just a small speck in it, likewise his concerns, his worries and fears, the sadness of losing friends and leaving his home, were equally insignificant. When faced with the unimaginable beauty that the vast array of space had to offer, what could humans conjure to compare to it?

It was quiet in the little common room. The subtle hum of the ion engines provided some small measure of white noise to help distract the mind. Aria and Jeff let their minds wander off into those vast stars, letting the unimaginable size of it all fill them with wonder, joy, and awe. Melody simply sat where she was, leaning forward and letting her eyes bounce from star system to start system. She was content to simply let her eyes wander across the vastness of it all.

Monica joined them at some point, though she never sat down on one of the chairs or couches there. She simply stood, looking out at the stars and letting her children enjoy the view. She had been given many gifts, children whom she loved and who loved her in return, a husband willing to do anything for them, and a chance at living on despite her illness. Her eyes flicked to Melody, a warm compassion for her welling up inside of her. Her eldest daughter had been given the same second chance at life as she had.

Aria was the next to fall in her scope of vision. The wild and bright haired young woman, only barely cresting into adulthood, her whole life laid out before her. Monica could only hope that there was a chance that Aria would never have to go through what Monica and Melody had.

Jeff had heard his mother return to the space and had glanced around at her. The previous bland jumpsuit had been replaced now with a comfortable pair of jeans and a loose fitting turtleneck style sweater. Her hair, as always, was still loosely braided and draped over her shoulder. Small strands of hair jutting out here and there. The change of clothing alone lent her a cute and cozy look, instead of the motherly authority figure she had projected before.

Jeff looked down at his government issue flight suit as well. White and blues on a comfortable, but form fitting single piece. Black boots and little else. He hated how it rode up on his rear end as well. The comfort his mother was radiating was envious. Jeff was loathed to move from his post, looking out at space for something as petty as comfort, but he had to remind himself that sometimes in life, it was the small comforts that mattered. Sometimes you needed to just act instead of thinking.

So he uncoiled himself from the couch, stood up and stretched before wordlessly wandering off to the dorms.

It was clear that the rooms were built with utility in mind, and then touched up by a corporate designer who wanted to add a comforting touch. There was a nook for a bed. It was little more than a notch carved into the wall of the room, but instead of being simply scooped out, the curved wall extended upwards, allowing for more space. He could easily stand on the bed and not hit his head on anything. Much like the common space, there was a viewing window built into the wall, though it was far smaller than the ones in the common room. Perhaps two hand heights tall and running the full length of the bed, with a curtain mounted over it.

Why anyone would want to close off such a gorgeous view was beyond Jeff.

Similar to the bed, a few shelves had been cut into the wall and made for a handy place to store any number of things. Jeff would use it to store his books and a few little baubles. His personal crate was centered in the room, still full of his own belongings, including his clothes. Sliding open the door in the wall to reveal a closet with a small set of drawers in it would have to do for storing and organizing his clothes.

It took the better part of an hour to dig out his clothes from the crate. In the process he had pulled out his personal computer, a few pictured in plastic frames of him and his friends, and his holo emitter. He wouldn’t want to miss a vid-com from back home simply for not having his equipment in order.

Clothes populated the closet and soon enough he had changed. Now sporting a comfortable pair of cargo pants and a simple olive drab shirt. He mussed his hair a little after pulling on the shirt to try and straighten the somewhat shaggy mop of hair he had been blessed with. He gave up a few minutes later and put his boots back on.

On the wall opposite the closet was another door set into the wall. Stepping up to it and letting it slide open, he found himself in a small bathroom. A stainless steel toilet was on one side, a sink in the middle, and a small space that barely resembled a shower on the other. He tilted his head slightly at the sink, and then ventured a look at the shower as well. There were no hot and cold knobs, or any sort of flow control, there was only a button, on or off.

He tapped the button on the sink and it immediately began emitting a deep, almost inhumanly low tone, but nothing else. Tapping the button turned it off. He looked just past the sink to the mirror on the wall and found that it was not only a mirror, displaying his face, but a display of sorts. Showing the date, the name of their ship, and a small hieroglyph just above the sink. Push button, place hands under faucet.

He pressed the button again, the humming resumed, and he pushed his hands under the faucet. The sensation was odd. There was something there, something pushing against his palms. He felt it more acutely as well. The thrumming sound was in sync with the pressure against his palms. He also noticed small flecks of dirt being shoved off of him into the bowl. He blinked at that before realizing what it was. A sonic sink. High speed soundwaves dislodged dirt and then blasted it off of his hands. He turned and looked at the shower and to the button there.

With an equally deep hum the shower came to life. The sounds coming from the, admittedly, conventional looking shower head. The wonder of it wore off as Jeff realized he would be spending the next six months having his body blasted by sound instead of real water. Conservation of resources and rationing of necessities. Sound was free and everywhere. It made sense, but Jeff felt like a luxurious hot shower might be his first indulgence when he landed.

Thrusting his hands into his pockets, he stepped up to the door and let it slide open in front of him. He heard the small hushed voices of his mother and Melody up the hall from him. Their rooms must have been somewhere near the end of the hall. Melody’s whispered voice was hard to hear, especially as the lingering sound of the door’s hiss still rang in his ear.

“Mel, just do it, it won't take long.” Monica hissed at her.

“But It feels weird!” Melody replied.

“You’ll get used to it, but with all the changes-”

Both stopped as Jeff casually stepped into the hall. He intentionally turned in the opposite direction of the source of the hushed voices and stepped lightly back towards the common room. He knew that they were arguing about something, and from the sounds of it, they were related to Melody’s recent treatments. A fact that Jeff found more than a little odd. Melody was usually very cautious, and, as she said, a little weirdness was worth it to keep her heart beating. Or so Jeff thought.

He was being polite, he knew that the pair would settle down and whatever the issue was it was likely due, simply, to the strain of the day's events. It was only around noon, maybe a little after, it was hard to tell. There were no sunsets in space, and time had a weird habit of not meaning much. Still, Jeff knew the day was only half over, at best.

The somewhat silent hiss of a door sliding open drew Jeff’s attention as he settled back down onto the couch he had occupied previously. He glanced to the side in time to see Monica walking towards the common room, her face stoic, and behind her Melody disappeared into her own room. The door slipped closed behind her. Monica settled down onto one of the comfortable chairs to one side of her son. As she came to rest it looked like she had settled into place, proper posture, and then something just changed. She slumped into the chair and let out a breath. Her eyes moved to meet Jeff’s.

She clearly wanted to say something. The appropriateness or timing of it was up for debate though. She was well aware that Jeff had heard her and his sister’s little tiff, the question was how much?

“Jeff, there’s something-”

The sound of a happy sigh broke her statement. Both looked in the direction of the guest quarters in time to see Aria appear. She had taken the hint and had gone to her room to change as well and had reappeared with a simple gray strapless halter top that carved a line across the top of her chest. It was just enough to reveal the small amount of cleavage she could produce, without showing off too much. It did little to cover her belly, and just barely kissed the top of her bellybutton.

Jeff couldn’t really help himself. Her whole form was on display as she walked along. HIs eyes naturally traveled to her hips and thighs, wrapped tightly in a pair of form fitting black leggings. The drab color of her clothes clashing with her hair color and the silvery bangles and bracelets that she had taken time to put on while changing.

She looked stunning, and if she looked like that when they landed then Jeff had no doubt that there would be a line of off world men, and probably some women, who would flock to her.

Jeff looked away as soon as his brain registered what he was doing and instead forced his gaze back to the floor. He couldn’t have been staring at her for more than a moment or two, surely it wasn’t enough time to cause any kind of concern, though it was more than enough time for him to take in her beauty. He gently shook his head, trying to shake the thought free, it needn’t be there.

She walked back to her spot on the couch, flopped into place and pulled out one of her sketchbooks. The soothing sound of charcoal scratching on rough paper reached Jeff’s ears a moment later. Aria would be there for a while. Her presence in the commons seemed to chase away whatever it was that Monica was about to talk with Jeff about, a fact that he clearly recognized. That was alright though, there was no shortage of time during the trip to talk.

The quietness settled in around the family. Monica staring out at space with Jeff. The engines provided a steady hum like the low bass of a melody that was just beginning to rise. Aria’s movements, swiping charcoal across a page provided the punctuating notes. Aria’s movements were so swift yet consistent that they could have easily merged into a musical rhythm with the deep engines. Jeff lost count of how long that song played. It was an easy thing to do, the soothing sounds with the smooth passage of stars robbed the human mind of the actual passage of time.

The soft sound of a distant automated door sliding open shattered the song. Melody’s footfalls, while rhythmic, were out of tune with the quiet song in the commons. She strode into the room, fully ignoring Monica as she did so. The sound of the fabric on her loose fitting black pants carved their own rhythm into the air. Jeff only caught a glance of the rest of her, a shock of black across her chest, some kind of tube top maybe, and a denim jacket over the top. Her red hair, normally loose and flowing behind her had been bundled up into a tight, but messy, bun.

Her mother was facing the opposite wall, looking out at a wholly different sea of stars. The redheaded woman made a move to sit next to Aria, but the soft sounds of her sketching reached Melody’s ears. She had planned to flop into place, cross her arms over her chest and pout. Letting Aria see her upset, but hiding it from Monica. Seeing Aria though, she seemed to release something. A long held breath seemed to seep harshly out her nostrils and Melody lowered herself gently to the couch next to Aria.

Jeff could hear the murmuring conversation begin behind him, though none of the words made any sense to him. They were sounds and little else. Even as he glanced over his shoulder at his two sisters, all he could see were the occasional turn of the head or small, fleeting gesture. Even when Melody turned her head to look at Aria, or rather her sketchbook, Jeff could only see her lips moving and nothing else.

Monica was the first to leave. Jeff rightly assumed that the tension between her and Melody had finally reached the breaking point. She sighed, once and only once, then smoothly got to her feet and walked out of the room. A moment later the distant whoosh of her door opening and then closing let Jeff know where she had gone. Leaving him, once again, alone to look out at the stars.

The human mind struggled to comprehend the vastness of the stars. Infinite space was a concept, and only a concept, and facing it in reality with one's own eyes set a strange tingling sensation though Jeff’s brain. He felt like his mind was both empty and full at the same time. So great was the distraction that he didn’t hear Melody get up and move to sit next to him. It was only when the weight of her body sent the couch rocking a little that he was brought back.

He was almost startled, certainly the sudden appearance of his sister was enough to jolt him back to reality. He looked over at Melody, her messy bun was clearly poorly done, as it was already falling out, or perhaps it had only been hastily put up and Melody was just letting it fall. Jeff admitted that the look gave her a very cute, not caring, just being, quality. As if she was what she was and it didn’t much matter the work she put into her appearance.

“Sorry you had to hear mom and I.” She began, Jeff only shrugged and waved it off.

“What..How much did you hear?”

The apprehension in her voice was real and it was brushing up against fear, or was it embarrassment? Whatever it was, Jeff realized that she clearly wanted to keep it a secret.

“Nothing. Just that mom was making you do something uncomfortable.” Jeff muttered, “I assume some part of your treatment.”

“Yeah.” Melody quietly confirmed. “It was just treatment stuff.”

Jeff nodded, letting silence fall again, though only for a moment or two, he had to say something lest he lose himself to the stars again.

“I thought all your treatment was done though. Like, they got all of it out of you.” Jeff said.

“Yeah they did, but there’s a lot of maintenance..you know, upkeep on things at the very beginning.”

Jeff nodded at that, already feeling uncomfortable. He didn’t like to think about anyone’s medical treatments, those were private matters. Much less his sister’s.

“I guess that’s why mom doesn’t need to go to the doctor much any more. Right? She had her treatment done years ago and just has to go in for checkups every now and again.”

Melody only nodded at that and the quietness of space settled on them again. Jeff’s mind wanted so badly to slip back out among the passing star systems. But the void’s calling was stopped by a question.

“Are- Is there a doctor on the new planet? Like. Are you and mom going to be-”

“We’ll be fine.” Melody interrupted. “The maintenance part of all of this is a lot easier to do. Heck I can do it myself if I have my- If I have the right equipment.”

Jeff didn’t miss it. There was something that Melody and his mother needed to keep up on their treatment. His mind flashed back to the heavy looking steel case that dominated Melody’s personal cargo crate. Visions of vials of subtly bubbling green fluids and spare needles flashed through his mind. The case must be filled with all the additional medications and equipment she would need for the journey. Clearly it was easy enough to stock up on those necessities once they landed too. Maybe the first few supply drops would carry those refills.

Even the line of questioning seemed absurd to Jeff in retrospect. Of course the new planet would have doctors and medical staff. What kind of backwater, second rate exploration crew wouldn’t have medical personnel with them? Sometimes he kicked himself for asking stupid questions. Even telling himself that he was still young and couldn’t have known was little comfort.

Then he looked out the window again. The Universe didn’t care if he asked a stupid question, or an absolutely brilliant one for that matter. Everything was so small in comparison, and that did comfort him. With a burden lifted, Jeff’s mind spun back to the present, to his sister, his family, and the absolute magnificence of the ship they were on.

“Hey.” He said, causing Melody to look over at him. “Pretty cool that the engineer is a robot, huh?”

Melody smirked at him. “That is pretty slick.”

“I think I’m gonna pick her brain..or CPU…or whatever it is. When we get to dad I want to see if I can stump him with some kind of obscure robot knowledge.”

Melody’s smirk grew to a full smile and raised her eyebrows.

“Good luck. You know dad, like, builds androids, right? From just pieces.”

“Well yeah, but then he sends them off, he doesn’t sit around and chat them up and stuff.”

“Are you sure you don’t just have a crush on her?”

“What? No. I don’t think robots even have..programming..for romance or anything. Like..They’re just machines.”

Melody nodded, “Very modern take you have there.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Jeff said “just that there’s a huge difference between a robot and a person…And I don’t have a crush on her.”

Melody broke out into a small burst of laughter and playfully punched Jeff in the arm while covering her mouth with her other hand.

“Sure you don’t. I’m sure you only want to hang out with the pretty robot for academic reasons.”

The pair shared a small chuckle, but the thought lodged itself in his mind. Did he have a crush on her? Could androids even experience things like a crush? His hormonal mind took it a step further.

Could androids have sex? Were they programmed for it? Did they have the right hardware for it? He found himself mentally undressing Six Six Three again. That plastic skin on display, reflecting the star light. Her chest accentuated by deep shadows in the dim light, her body under his own. They were in his quarters, she was splayed out on the bed, panting in lustful jubilation. He mentally looked her up and down. Everything was there, shimmering in all its plastic and silicone glory.

Her breasts, he could practically feel them in his hands. Or what he thought they felt like. Jeff had an absolutely nonexistent history with sex, but his imagination was on point. He could see the way her plastic breasts squished and molded in his hands. He could feel her icy skin, truly artificial in every way, pressed against his. He saw her equally plastic sex between her spread legs. Those small seam lines he had seen on her throat etched into an outline around it.

In his mind's eye, Six Six Three was a sensual goddess. He felt a little flushed, and the heat had risen enough on his cheeks to bring him back to the moment he was living in. The images of the naked robotic woman below him dissipated into nothingness. He sincerely hoped that Melody hadn’t seen the redness creeping across his cheeks while he indulged. He ventured a glance in her direction and saw that she too was quiet and simply looking out at space. The reflection of the starlight was barely visible in her unfocused eyes. ‘Good’ he thought, he had gotten away with it. But it was likely time to go somewhere else to..cool off.

His room was so boring compared to the passage of literal stars and galaxies out in the commons. Static white walls, some of his own flare on the shelves, but little else. As his finger slid down the light panel on the wall next to the door though, the mood became a little more sexy. Dim lights, the open port hole out to space, and Jeff found himself relaxing a bit.

The door was locked, and he lay on the bed, getting comfortable. His hands already unbuttoning his cargo pants and unzipping them. A hand found its way to his manhood and began to stroke it. His mind turned back to Six Six Three.

She was on top of him this time. In this very room, on this very bed. Jeff imagined her weight pressing into his hips as he grew harder. He could see her smile as she reached down for the hem of the shirt portion of her flight suit. He watched as she peeled it up and off of her body, her breasts jiggling in a not quite perfect manner. The artificial gel packs he assumed gave them their shape swayed and jiggled. His hands were on her body once again.

He started at her hips, miraculously already unclothed. His imagination told him what they felt like. Soft artificial skin, with a plastic sheen to them. There was some give, like there was a layer of padding just below the surface to make her feel real. Her hips were moving, grinding, into him. He felt himself grow fully erect now and he truly got to work.

His mind imagined his hands sliding up her body, dipping in on her torso and then coming to cup her breasts. She moaned, sweet and delightful, practically begging him to keep going. So he did.

He felt his climax rising, boiling inside of his belly and rising up his shaft. The bone deep pressure was quickly reaching a breaking point. Jeff had to make a choice now if this fantasy was about simple relief or if it was for his enjoyment. A choice that was tough to make as a climactic release was slamming its fists against his mind.

His eyes remained closed and he sucked in a deep breath. He needed it.

His mind returned its focus to Six Six Three’s naked body on top of him. The fake skin coating her robotic body, and what it would feel like. He imagined her moving those perfectly shaped legs, the hydraulics, he assumed, inside of her pushing her up and adjusting her with precision. She lowered herself onto his erect and waiting member. The very touch of the plastic coating her sex was divine, or so Jeff imagined at least.

This was about relief, his mind decided.

THe fantasy was gone then, lost in a swirl of panting and gulping for air as Jeff felt his whole body react. The pressure building inside of him burst outward, coating his hands in a warm, sticky mess. His body was hot and yet cold all at once. He was breathing heavy and deep and held onto himself. Six Six Three’s face still dancing in his vision, her smile, the shape of her mouth as her lips parted in a lewd moan. All of it was etched deep into his brain.

It took a few moments for Jeff to gather himself and slide off the bed, attempting to not make too much of a mess. The sonic sink humming and cleaning his hands was a good start. There were no towels to speak of, after all there was no water to dry off. There was, however, some form of toilet paper that did well enough to help clean up Jeff’s softening member.

Sucking in one more deep breath, he stood up straight, adjusted himself and zipped his pants back up. He definitely didn’t have a crush on Six Six Three. It was purely academic, he decided.

==Chapter Four==

Wanting to make damn sure that every bit of flush had drained from his face, Jeff remained in his room for another twenty or so minutes. Or so he estimated, it was gauged more on how he felt than any marker of time.

While there, he unpacked a bit more. Storing books and clothes and personal effects on shelves. Once his heart settled down into an imperceptible thump inside of his chest he was ready to leave. Stepping into the hall, he looked up and down the expanse. The commons appeared, from where he stood at least, to be empty. A mere comfortable space with no life in it. Aria must have finished her sketch and returned to her room. Or maybe she was still on the couch, Jeff couldn’t exactly see from his vantage point, but the sound of charcoal on paper was gone at least.

Likewise, Melody seemed to be missing. Jeff crept up the hall softly and peeked into the commons. Confirming it was empty. His family separating and heading to their own spaces. Time and distance, perfect for diffusing tension.

The ship seemed quiet then, the background hum of the engines had already become just another noise his brain could ignore. That suited him just fine, the deep rumble didn’t need a constant validation in his mind. Slipping back up the hall and turning to the little alcove on the left, about half way along, Jeff found the door. A placard proclaimed it as simply ‘Engineering’ and the sign was illuminated in a pale blue. The same temperature of light that bathed his own door.

Jeff wondered if Six Six Three was in there. He leaned out of the small alcove to peer back up the hall again. The lights over Melody, Monica, and Aria’s doors had changed from the gentle blue to a very clear red. Locked doors.

The blue light seemed welcoming then. She was in there, for certain. Did he just walk in? Was it polite to knock before walking into a robots domain? He raised a loosely clutched fist, readying it to knock before looking around. Maybe there was a doorbell of some kind.

A small crackle startled him, the speaker assembly built into the signage had flared to life and now produced Six Six Three’s voice.

“Can I help you with something?”

It was polite. Crisp. The kind of no nonsense tone that you might expect from a service provider. Jeff thought it sounded heavenly, and mentally added the sound of her voice to a vault in his head. It would surely be used next time he-

“Uh, n-no. Well, maybe yes. I was just going to chat a bit.”

Jeff scrunched his eyes closed. He was so painfully aware of how un-casual he sounded.

“Sure thing. Come on in. Door’s unlocked.”

Jeff wasn’t sure he wanted to go in and see her now that he had fumbled around his first impression. But she was expecting him now. He pushed a hand onto the door and it disappeared into the wall with a hiss.

Jeff stepped into a place that was familiar. Not this place in particular, but the look and feel were familiar. The smell too, it was the scent of a garage with exposed oils, long soaked into discarded rags. The tang of metal shavings immediately found their way to the back of his tongue. While lit well, there still seemed to be pools of light that were just a little brighter.

The whole room appeared to be made of workbenches and shelves. Even the floor served as storage for something. Metal crates packed with parts, big and small, all trailing wires and severed tubing littered the space. The shelves housed containers of varying shapes and sizes. At one time they might have had a label printed on them, but years of use had worn most of them down to colored smears.

The counter space in front of the woman sitting on a stool was about the only clear space. Every other surface was marred with a project in progress. Half finished mechanical components with circuit boards affixed to them, with a myriad of wires bursting out of it and plugging into something else.

Six Six Three was sitting on the stool, her back turned to Jeff as he entered. She was still wearing the flight suit he had seen her in earlier. White fabric stretched too tightly over her features confirmed for Jeff that in his imagination he had gotten, at least somewhat, some of her proportions correct. Her rear end at least, was on point.

She spun around on her stool to face Jeff. He tried, very diligently, to not let his eyes simply drift down to her chest and hips. It was instinctual though, just a brief flick of the eyes to take in the shape, the roundness and smooth curves. That was all he needed, and all he got.

Six Six Three was wearing a heavy vest of some kind. Buckled tightly around her neck and clipped into waiting ports on the hips of her suit. It masked her figure from Jeff’s eyes, but was also pock marked by a number of small burns. The smell of burnt metal reached Jeff’s nose and the sight of something just vaguely smoldering on the bench indicated what she had been working on.

“Sorry, I’m not interrupting, am I?” Jeff asked.

“Nah, I was just resoldering some very intricate components on the forward shield generator. Nothing important.” The light sarcasm in her voice reminded him very much of any number of quips that Aria might have made.

“Uhm. That seems kinda important.”

“Eventually, sure. Captain isn’t likely to let us crash into an asteroid while he’s in his chair. We’ll be fine.” She said with a small smile and a wink. “You wanted to chat though?”

Jeff stepped fully into the room at that point, feeling the door slide into place behind him, leaving him alone in the room with the android. As the light from the hall was cut off, he realized how shadowy the room was. The overhead lights in the space were concentrated over the workbenches and little else. All of them cast Six Six Three into a weird space of light and shadow.

The light from the hall had provided enough light to see her smooth and plainly pretty face, all framed in the short cropping of hair on her head. There was a small undershave to it, but the pixie cut hair still swept over one side. Her eyes, now cast into the shadow of her own eye sockets, were some kind of bright color, maybe a blue? It was hard to tell when Jeff’s eyes had been travelling elsewhere when the light had been present.

Still visible was the plastic sheen to her skin. Somehow more pronounced now that there was no subtle, diffused light. Only harsh whiteness from the overhead lighting contrasted with the shadows. What light it could catch was reflected brightly.

“Yeah, I- Uh- My dad does this kind of stuff.” Jeff swept his hand over the broad spectrum of electronics, wires, cables, dangling bits and pieces, tools, and tubing in the room.

“Starship maintenance?” Six Six Three asked.

“Well, no, machines and robots and stuff.”

She nodded, seeming to understand. The movement catching more of the light and reflecting it to Jeff.

“Are you interested in doing the same thing?” Six Six Three asked.

“More or less.” Jeff replied.

“And you came here to steal my secret tricks of the trade.” She said, squinting at Jeff.

He was stunned for a moment. “Wh- N- No I just wanted to-”

Six Six Three burst into laughter. It was a strange digital sound. It was tinny and clearly synthetic, though Jeff had no clue how the sound was produced. If it was just a pre-recorded sound, then it must have sounded clearer, even playing from a speaker set. This sounded like an actual sound that would be made by a person, though there was just something to it that was uncanny and artificial. Once she began speaking again, Jeff couldn't help but notice that same quality in her voice, if he listened hard for it.

“I’m kidding. Don’t take anyone on this crew seriously.” She warned.

Awash after the sarcasm, Jeff found himself chuckling along with her. It went a long way to settling his nervous energy. Feeling more at ease, he stepped in a little more and leaned against one of the counters, making sure he didn’t lean into some kind of stain or unfinished project.

“What did you really want to talk about Jeff?” Six Six Three asked.

Lies and misdirections would be no use against a robot. She was clearly either too logical or had some kind of speech pattern recognition that linked to a database of psychological tells. She’d see right through him.

“Captain said I was the first android you had ever met, I can only assume it has to do with that.”

Oh. The captain had told her…

“Yeah, I just…I’m curious. My dad knows all about your kind and if I have to be confined to a spaceship with one, I might as well learn a bit. You know?”

Six Six Three’s smirk was a little condescending. It wasn’t the concept, far from it. Continued education was always important, it was more the way Jeff had referred to her. Terms were important, especially to robots.

“First, you should know, most modern robots find it pretty offensive when you point out that we are different from humans. I’m fully sentient and sapient. I know what I am, and I could choose to act very mechanical, but I’m choosing to act like a human. Mostly because humans have a hard time accepting something that doesn’t look and sound like they do. That’s what led to all kinds of suffering in the past. Choose someone who doesn’t look or sound like you, convince everyone they are less than human, subjugate.”

Jeff felt a new kind of blush spreading over his face.

“Don’t worry about it though. I’m not offended, but I wanted to point it out to you so that you knew how to treat other androids.” She slipped off of her stool and stood up. She was slightly smaller than Jeff, but still managed to seem on equal footing with him. She thrust out her hand and smiled, warm and welcoming.

“So, Jeff, Nice to meet you. I’m SIx Six Three. Most people just call me Six.” She looked to the side for a moment, “except Ruber. He calls me egg.”

“Egg?”

She laughed and returned to her stool. “Apparently if you rotate Six Six Three, it looks like it spells the word egg.”

Jeff stopped for a second, mentally conjured up an image of the three numbers and then rotated them. Sure enough…

“Do..you like that name?” He asked.

Six Six Three smiled at Jeff. “No one ever asked me before. So I hadn’t really thought it through. But you know what, yeah I think I do.”

“Alright, then, egg. What else should I know about androids?”

“Well, androids are boy robots, gynoids are female.”

The next hour and a half was filled with some legitimately enjoyable conversation. At some point, Six Six Three returned to her work on the shield generating computer she had been working on when Jeff had entered, but she let him know that she was delighted to keep chatting. Jeff found it easier and easier to keep his eyes off of her, which may have been a result of him getting to know her on a more personal level, and seeing her less as an object of lust, or perhaps it was because he had gotten plenty of glances at her body.

She managed to explain the very basics of how a robot's mind worked though. How processes linked to an operating system and how those processes in turn worked together to make her have a real personality and make her a real person. She explained that there was no practical difference between a human mind that generated thoughts on its own, since those thoughts were ultimately based on all the knowledge a person had acquired. Just replace the word ‘knowledge’ with ‘programmed database’.

Philosophical implications aside, Jeff had a truly delightful time listening to Egg ramble on about how her mind worked. She had a full comprehension of how it would operate and how specifically to manage it, and she could manage it. Jeff commented that he often didn’t know why his brain did what it did.

The conversation turned after that. Egg asked if he knew anything about the actual operation and maintenance of the physical parts of a robot. How to recognize one in distress and how to perform even basic maintenance. He didn’t but he also recalled what his father had taught him about machines. How many of the obvious problems were actually caused by something small and usually insignificant.

Egg confirmed that and actually turned back to him with a smile.

“You want a practical example?” She asked.

“Sure!” Jeff replied.

Egg rolled up the sleeve on her right arm. Below it the plastic coating that served as her skin shone all the brighter as she laid her arm on the workbench, palm up. Jeff stepped closer, his heart pounding as he came closer to the gynoid. He could see her forearm, and the small seam lines that were set into it.

“Ok, so, my hand here. I can move my fingers and everything.” As she spoke, she moved each finger individually.

“Pretty normal movement, but-” She barely shivered as a command was formulated in her operating system. The command opened a small panel just below her wrist. Inside were tangles of wires all pinned back, but just inside of the panel were a number of thin metal cables. As Egg moved her fingers, those cables clicked and moved.

“See those?” Jeff nodded and looked up at her face from her exposed electronics. “Those are tension strands. They move my fingers. But, if one wasn’t working.”

She hooked her finger under one of the cables and wiggled it up and off of the small mechanism that the end of it was looped around. The cable went slack, so did the other cables that she had not touched.

“Now I can’t move any of my fingers, try as I might.”

The sound of the control mechanism inside of her arm clicked and clattered, but there was no movement. Just one cable wasn’t connected, but none of the other ones were working either.

“They’re all connected. Because moving them without all of them working might cause a cable to get caught in the mechanisms, then it would get tangled, and possibly tear my whole arm completely apart.”

“Whoa.”

“Whoa indeed.” Egg replied. “It’s happened too. Older generations of my exact model had all kinds of problems. So they redesigned everything so that when one little thing goes wrong, the whole system shuts down. It sucks, but it's safer that way.”

Jeff nodded along. He had gotten his first glance into how a robot actually operated. It was on a small scale, and in a very controlled environment, but as he watched Egg reattach the tension cable to the control mechanism in her arm, utilizing a screwdriver to wiggle it back into place, he couldn’t help but wonder what other parts of her internal working were like. Moreover, he felt a weird shock of arousal at that thought.

He thanked her, a platitude that she waved off. It was clear that she was always happy to help and more than that, happy to impart information on something she was clearly passionate about. Jeff made a move to stand and make for the door, and Egg stretched her arms above her head.

“I suppose it is about quitting time.” She said as she set down the thing she was working on. “You should see about getting Ruber to make dinner.”

The dawning realization that he hadn’t eaten since a hastily consumed breakfast hit Jeff hard once Egg mentioned it. His stomach grumbled at him.

“I guess so. Will you be joining us?” A hopeful tone laced Jeff’s question.

“Nah. I’ll just head to my bunk and plug in. Us robot types don't actually need to eat.”

Something about the way she said that gave Jeff pause.

“You don’t need to but-”

“But I can, sure. I just don’t. There’s a whole substance storage thing in me, and cleaning it out is a hassle without water. So, you know.”

Sonic sinks and showers would certainly make it hard to clean out..whatever was in her..Still he pressed his lips together into a small, but disappointed smile and nodded before leaving the engineering room.

The hall smelled of something edible. Heavily seasoned foods of some kind filled his nose and only made his stomach growl more greedily. He had to agree, it might not have smelled of moms home cooking, but given the circumstances it smelled delightful.

The word cafeteria did some heavy lifting to describe the actual space. There was a kitchenette, cold storage, and two tables. THey were polished and clean, wearing that same coat of white paint. The room's only color came from the blue in Ruber’s flight uniform and Aria’s lavender hair. She was sitting at one of the tables, her cheek resting against her fist and looking at nothing in particular. Ruber was over at the stove, shaking a pan of some kind and jostling the contents of it.

Aria looked up as Jeff came in, a quick flash or recognition and a smile grew across her face. Ruber also turned and waved once at Jeff as he took up a position across from Aria.

“Where have you been?” She asked.

“I was hanging out with Egg”

“Egg!” Ruber shouted over the sizzle of whatever he was cooking, Aria looked over at him and then back to Jeff in confusion.

“I’ll explain later.” Jeff commented. “She was teaching me about robots and gynoids and stuff.”

“Oh, cool.” Aria commented dryly.

“Where’s mom and Mel?” Jeff asked.

Aria shook her head slightly and twisted her hand into a claw and made a mock swipe at Jeff once.

“More for us I guess.” Jeff said and Aria agreed.

Two plates of some kind of food appeared in front of them. White rice, some kind of spiced orange sauce, small green vegetables of some kind, and something else.

“Rice, curry, and chicken flavored protein dense meat substitute.” Ruber said “bon appetit”

It could have been chicken flavored mush for all Jeff’s stomach cared. He dug in and didn’t stop until his plate was scraped clean. Likewise Aria made short work of her plate as well. It was spicy, buttery, and the chicken flavored whatever-it-was wasn’t nearly as terrible as the name sounded. All in all, it was a delight. The first meal in space had turned out surprisingly well.

Captain Liber had been right, Ruber was something of a savant when it came to spicing up the food in the ration packages.

It was a shame there were precious few of those meals Ruber would be able to prepare for Jeff.

==Chapter Five==

The least Jeff could do was offer to do the dishes. Ruber wasn’t about to argue with that proposal, even if it was part of his job. The captain wasn’t likely to shove him out an airlock and accuse him of mutiny for letting one of the passengers clean up the kitchen. For Jeff’s part it was a nice little distraction. With his hands gently vibrating from the sonic sink he didn’t have to think about Melody and his mom’s argument. Not that he thought they would be anything but perfectly fine after a good night’s sleep, but no one wanted to think of their parents and siblings fighting.

It was awkward, and Jeff wasn’t about to pick sides, though that didn’t stop him from rolling the argument around in his mind. Dramatic though it might have been, he didn’t have enough information to really take sides. But whatever it was, it had to be really off putting. Melody was usually a lot more accommodating, especially with her treatment. That clicked a lightbulb on in Jeff’s mind. Whatever it was it had to be related to some kind of ongoing treatment for Melody’s illness. Maybe space travel did something to the antibodies?

Who knew? Not Jeff that’s for sure.

The last of the dishes had the food scraps on them pulverized by sonic waves. Ruber had told Jeff that each one needed a quick spritz with a sanitizing solution and then they could be left out to “dry.” Ruber had even used his fingers to make air quotes around the word dry. That would suggest wetness, which was crazy. There was, of course, water on board. It was strictly rationed though, much like the food. On the way out of the kitchen Jeff scanned his thumbprint on the food storage locker, punched in his request for a bottle of water, and a moment later had it dispensed to him.

“Mmm, lukewarm,” Jeff muttered as he stepped out of the kitchen and began to head up the hall towards observation, and beyond that, his room. He paused for a moment outside of the engineering room, just before the archway into the observation deck. It was faint, but on the other side of the door was the smallest little crackling sound.

It was something Jeff was familiar with, he had heard it hundreds of times from the garage at home. His father would be leaning over some piece of machinery or in rare cases one of the agricultural or construction androids. Nothing nearly as elegant or..sensual..Jeff shook his head…nothing as sophisticated as Egg was, but every bit as complicated.

Jeff could see him now, big and barrel chested, his sleeves rolled up only to be covered with a heavy leather smock of some kind. His face shield stretching above his head, around the sides, and down to just about the neck. Each time he heard the sizzling crackle of the welding wand everything would light up in the presence of the small sun that flashes at the end of the wand.

Sparks flew and a whisper of smoke rose from whatever he was working on. Jeff would never forget the blinding brightness of those first few welds that he saw without proper face shielding. His father had stopped the instant Jeff’s presence was known, but it was too late, a purple and orange stain appeared in the center of Jeff’s vision and for a long while all he could do was blink and let his eyes water.

Even the smell of metal, so hot it temporarily liquified and melded into another sheet of metal, crept into the edges of Jeff’s senses. He was absolutely sure that the sealed door to the engineering room would keep out the smell, and yet it tickled the perimeter of his nose. It was there, just a fleeting moment of it, and then it was gone. Along with the memories of his father and his childhood. Replaced but the thrum of engines and the oppressively quiet field of stars they were soaring through.

He wanted to knock on the door and talk with the android inside. He wanted to learn more from her, but if he was being honest he wanted to see more of her internal workings.

There was something so oddly intimate to him about that. To his human mind it felt like she had shed her clothes and somehow still had something more to expose, something more vulnerable to show off to him. It would have been like him peeling back the skin on his own chest and letting a stranger stare at his still beating heart. The raw amount of trust it would take to be exposed like that was far beyond Jeff’s comprehension.

It wasn’t just the exposure either. Egg had shown him who she was, who she really was. Not just showed him but explained it in such easy terms. He wondered what else she could show him, what other glimpses he could catch. It was intoxicating to think about and before long his mind began to wander elsewhere. To the curves of her chest as she peeled back her flight suit and exposed her chest. To the way it would, probably, split open and reveal a whirling, blinking, pistoning, mess of circuits and electronics.

He had to focus, or he would stand there drooling all night. Worse, Egg might come out and see him lingering by her door.

With a huff he turned away from the engineering room and headed through the pale archway and into the observation room at the core of their ship. It was just as quiet and empty as the starfield beyond the floor to ceiling windows.

There was a part of Jeff that just wanted to sit and look. To see the lazy drift of infinite space swim past him as he sat in front of those massive windows. To quietly contemplate the sheer chaos of the past day. Packing up the last of his life and boarding a starship and blasting off into deep space. The people he had met, the feat of engineering that went into making a ship that was sturdy enough to resist the lurking doom of the vacuum of space while still being comfortable enough to just sit and look.

On the other hand, he could go to his room, lay on his bed and dream of what all budding adult boys dream of.

Space would always be there.

Jeff’s little room was just past the archway leading into the rear of the ship. To his right he could hear the hum of electronics, just barely behind the thin plastic wall casing. The hall was studded with doors, his was first, Aria next, then Melody and finally his mother. Ruber was currently outside of the door at the far end of the hall, it stood open as he remained half in and half out of the threshold.

Leaning against the wall Jeff could make out the mature curves of his mother. Monica was chatting, giggling, and from where Jeff stood, flirting with the second in command. Likewise he was chuckling about something that his mother had just said. It was deep and rich and genuine. Jeff’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, and in that time Ruber noticed Jeff’s presence at the end of the hall. More evidence that his eyes had been clinging to his mother instead of the rest of the environment.

“Well, I better get some sleep. I’m on shift in a few hours and I should really be somewhat well rested.” Ruber said. He looked up the hall at Jeff, as if he had only just noticed him for the first time. “G’night Jeff.”

With that he turned and slipped through the door and into the crew quarters beyond. Jeff pressed his lips together and looked at his mom. He wasn’t sure if she caught on to the somewhat disappointed feeling he was experiencing, but she offered back a small, tight lipped smile. Then the door to her room slipped open and she stepped through it, letting it slide closed with a hiss.

With the suddenness of the encounter out of the way Jeff stepped into his own room. He let out a small huff, and with it whatever strange emotional jealousy he might have been feeling. As moments slipped past the innocence of the situation settled into place, and Jeff realized that there was nothing to worry about. It was just the crew being friendly with their passengers. Nothing more.

Stripping out of his shirt and tossing it across the room, perhaps with more force than was strictly necessary, Jeff flopped onto the bed. It was a little tricky to angrily flop onto a bed that was more of a shelf with a mattress, but he managed.

Breath in, deep. He told himself. Then let it all out.

It was something Aria had told him in one of the many times he had been angry or frustrated about something. The actual subject of his anger had been long forgotten, but the lesson was still there. She had just told him to breathe, not just that, but to actually really focus on it. That small shift was enough to let things settle into their proper places in his mind. He knew his mother well enough, she was a good and loving person, she wasn’t flirting with anyone, it was just a conversation. Another breath. He reminded himself of who his mother really was. She wouldn’t squander her relationship with Jeff’s father for some handsome looking spacer.

That wasn’t who she was, he reminded himself.

It took a few more loops around his brain before the message started to settle into place. As he let go of the frustration it was easily replaced with other mental images. Home. Long fields of tall grains swaying in a gentle breeze. The feeling of the icy bitter cold air on his skin as he went sledding with his sisters. The feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked at the vast space beyond the windows of the ship for the first time.

Egg..her hand on the bench in front of her..The mechanisms inside of it.

If Jeff’s mind had been standing on the precipice of a cavern, imagining home and ice and space; remembering that Egg was a machine sent him careening back into one of the more unexpectedly sensual places in his mind.

He tumbled headlong into visions of the pretty feminine robot. There was no pretext this time. He didn’t need to trick his mind into crafting a scenario where she came to his room and seduced him, or that he employed some latent hacking skills. She was just there, naked as the day she had been assembled and ready for Jeff.

She was smiling, genuine joy on her face. She wanted this, she wanted Jeff to be there with her. She was happy to move her hands up to her bare chest and push on something between her breasts. The click it produced, Jeff would have sworn he heard it in his ears. The whining of servos and motors too.

Her chest split in half, raised off of her torso an inch or so and then slid apart on some kind of rail system inside of her. Realistically it was probably impossible, but in Jeff’s aroused mind it was perfectly logical. As her chest revealed the complicated array of wires and circuit boards crammed inside of her slender torso, Jeff’s hand was already sliding down his own body.

In his mind the robotic woman mewled and moaned for him, happy to have him fondle both her internals and her breasts. In his mind he was inside of her, pumping hard in and out of the artificial slit between her legs, all while his own hand provided the physical stimulation to match.

Jeff, in his little bunk, was panting and squirming. His hips thrusts synchronized with the scene playing out in his head. Egg was moaning and squirming too, her exposed robotics spurring Jeff forward. He had never thought that the sight of a woman, exposed as a robot, would be so very erotic to him. The mere idea that right now he was on the ship, stuffed full of cables and fiber optics. Blinking LED lights and whirring servo motors. A complicated machine sculpted to look like a woman in every possible way, or so Jeff assumed.

He couldn’t ever be sure if there was a soft vaginal entry for him between her legs, or if her breasts were packed with silicone gel or if they were just hard plastic and given a feminine shape. None of it truly mattered, he knew he was unlikely to ever actually touch or see her that way. But in his fantasy, she was perfect, soft, willing, and sensual. All for him.

At a certain point the chemical cocktail created by too many lustful thoughts halted the moving images his mind created, leaving only lingering flashes of Egg’s body there. Chest split apart and a vague concept of her internals rather than a firm grasp of what they looked like. It was enough though, and soon enough Jeff gently arched his back into one final thrust and burst, making a right mess of things.

The sonic sink took care of most of what was on his hands. The rest was wiped off on his shirt and pants just moments before being tossed into the laundry compartment.

It had only been a day, just a single day, but it seemed long and wild and chaotic. Jeff didn’t realize just how much it had worn him out until he was satisfied physically and laying in bed. The Softness of the blanket on his bed against his bare skin. His arm thrust under the pillow that allowed his neck to be in alignment with his back. It was comfortable enough, not like his bed at home, but it would do. Home..somewhere out there in space.

He pulled the curtain over his little viewport window out of the way and stared off into space. From where he was laying it seemed like nothing was moving, save for a few little particles that flashed past from time to time. There was no frame of reference for him to know just how fast they were going. The sheer screaming speed of their ship didn’t register in his exhausted mind. He just looked into the darkness. So deep was the vastness of space that he barely realized his eyes were slipping closed and drifting off to sleep.

Astronomers, in ages long past, looked up at the sky and beheld its beauty. Before the world was polluted with clouds and lights that drowned out the night sky, early humans could gaze upon the heavenly lights and see them arrayed in all their splendor. Those early humans could see just how crowded the sky was with its star clusters, swirling galaxies, and unbeknownst to them, planets too.

Those far off galaxies were painted on the dark canvass of the heavens. There were so many bodies floating there in the sky overhead. The fools tried to count them, but failed. Others plotted the slow course across their field of vision. Math and science soon learned to track those movements and calculate their trajectories. Then we invented ways to look into the night sky and see what was really out there. We invented a way to zoom in on those stars and planets and floating objects.

To our horror we found that for every cluster of stars that we could see with our naked eyes, there were vast swathes of nothingness. Two close pin pricks of light from earth were actually two distant galaxies with nothing but empty void filling the space between them. For as crowded as the sky was to someone on the ground, when viewed through the lens of a telescope it was found to be jam packed with nothingness. Just an inky blackness that stretched on and on.

For all the existential dread that stirred in people’s hearts and minds, it meant that space travel was far more safe. Gliding through that nothingness soon felt like sailing on a vast open sea. A gentle cruise where we only vaguely had to watch out for icebergs. Even then, computers and technology took care of that for us. A myriad of methods arose for detecting anything that might be a danger to the hull of a starship. Larger objects could be avoided, or in extreme cases annihilated by bolts of hot plasma. Anything smaller would bounce harmlessly off of high powered energy shields encasing the craft.

Space travel, they said, was more safe than driving a hover-car across an open plane.

A mostly true statement.

The problem with mathematical calculations and predictions is that just because the math is right, does not mean you have crafted truth. A tremendous amount of time and energy went into making sure that plotting a course from one planet to the next was safe. Every little thing was taken into account. Food and water were rationed to keep costs low, high powered computer plotted courses, and the very latest galactic data was taken into account. Everything was in its place, the math had been done, then re-done, then done one last time. All the answers aligned. Everything was in place.

At the moment that the calculation was done, it was correct. Everything was fine. What wasn’t correct was the results. Changes happen. The larger the sample size of your calculation the more opportunity there is for variables. The more opportunity for chaos.

Some distance from the Mirum’iter, well out of even deep space scanning technology, something was changing the equation.

It wasn’t so much that something zigged when it should have zagged. It was a massive stone, lazily floating through the nothingness. It didn’t care about luggage, and families, and robots. It just was. It was content to just be. Unfortunately as it gently sailed along that sea of nothingness, another ship approached. The rock was right in the way. The captain of this little ship, some freighter carrying cargo from one place to another, couldn’t be bothered to go around. That would add time to the delivery schedule and they were already behind.

The guns mounted on the top weapons gimbal were hot, they were always hot, that's the way the captain liked it. It was just him out here alone in his ship, and the amount of time it would take to reroute power to the guns and get them warmed up was almost as unacceptable as going around some meteoroid.

Targeting was automatic, and once the computer had a lock on the rock all that needed to happen was a small trigger pull. The captain's hand fell from his control console to the targeting stick; he couldn’t move the guns without disabling the computer, but he could squeeze the trigger.

There were no fantastic sounds or science fiction reactions to the guns. The captain knew they had fired because of a single three round burst of light on his display and the smallest little thump from somewhere above him. He didn’t even hear it over the music blasting inside of the cabin. He did see the bright orange streaks slam into the space rock. Over and over and over until the rock was cleared out of his way. There was still debris, but his computer told him that the route was now safe. He trusted that assessment and plowed ahead.

He could hear the little stones hit his energy shields and bounce harmlessly off. They would float off into space and cause him no more trouble. As he plowed into the field of rock chunks his music slammed into a screaming loud guitar solo, the captain pulled up a mock guitar and played along. Blissfully unaware of the catastrophe he had just caused for the Mirum’iter.

As the ship plowed forward, guitar solo fading into the ringing ears of her captain, the small chunks of space rock kept their momentum. The energy shield had nudged so many of them out of the way, but the physics of movements worked differently in an environment with no gravity. There was no air resistance to slow down a chunk of molten hot space rock. They just drifted on and on until something else got in their way or they were bounced off of something else.

Unfortunately, in space, there was nothing but emptiness between a particularly fast moving cluster of space debris and the intended course that the Mirum’iter was plotted to sail through.

==Chapter Six==

Aria had long finished sitting in the commons and staring vaguely off into the stars beyond. It was beautiful for sure, but there was little to look at. Actually look at. Despite the grandeur of hurtling through space and being able to gaze out at it, there was actually not much to look at. Blackness, stars, swirling galaxies, but the view never changed. The scope of the universe beyond the thick glassy material was so immense that it seemed unmovable.

That hadn’t stopped her from hugging her legs tight against her chest and looking though. She had drawn a bit, journalled a bit and eventually found herself ready for bed. The dishes were still clattering in the kitchen as Jeff scrubbed at them, or whatever the sonic equivalent of scrubbing was. The co-pilot, or was it first mate? Ruber, was that his name? Aria cursed herself for being so bad with names, had come out of the kitchen and had spotted Aira, waved at her and received a polite smile and wave in return, then he had stepped into the cockpit.

When the door had opened, that’s when Aria had spotted the captain.

She had spotted him when he had greeted her family on the ship and toured them around a little, but then he had disappeared into the captain's seat for the remainder of the day. Behind a locked door. In that time he had clearly become a little more comfortable. The official cap he had worn before was gone, leaving a somewhat longer mop of hair on his head. It was pulled back into a small ponytail. His jacket was also gone, leaving just his white trousers and his light blue flight shirt.

His chest below it was covered, for sure, but even from down the hallway Aria could tell what it hid. Strong shoulders, a toned chest, and surely a body that was kept fit and ready for space travel. Maybe it was a whole day of sitting in the cockpit, or maybe it had been there before, but the hint of scruff across his face seemed to present itself as well.

Aria felt the heat spreading across her cheeks, down her throat and across her chest. The feeling of her heart thumping against her ribs was ever present as well. The frantic feeling of hot blush and coursing blood caused her to look away, back to the empty void of space. But it wasn’t long before she ventured a look back up at the captain.

He and First mate Ruber were talking about something in the doorway to the front of the ship. Ruber had his arms folded over his chest, gesturing with one hand from time to time. Liber leaned against the door jamb, one hand on his hip while the other was thrust into a pocket on his pants. The conversation wasn’t a long one, and soon the captain nodded, turned back to the cockpit, and the door slipped into place.

Aria snapped her attention back to the space beyond the ship before Ruber could see that she had been watching them. She tried to control her breathing, but it was still coming in small, shallow gasps, which did her heart rate no favors.

Ruber walked down the hall, through the observation lounge and passed behind Aria. She was unsure if he noticed her disposition or even looked at her. A moment later she heard some kind of small commotion at the end of the hall and then heard Ruber and her mother’s voice. She looked down the hall to see them chatting, and took the opportunity to move down that same hall and into her room.

She was certain that Ruber and her mother would have heard the door open and then close, so she made sure to keep her head down and her eyes locked on nothing but her feet until the door was closed. Even then she held her breath until she was fully across the room and curled up on her bed to let out the small squeak of a breath she held in her lungs.

It had been a while since she felt this way about someone, anyone, let alone a man older than her. Not by much, maybe a handful of years, but there was something searing about him that had struck Aria hard. She had been so distraught about leaving her home behind, and fearful about space travel that her brain had locked into that sweet artistic mode. The kind of sweet detachment from reality that some might misread as being a bit of an airhead.

That was far from it. In those times Aria detached from the world around her, she was living a full life inside of her own mind. Details about the world around her mushed together into a muddy and distracting swirl until she could truly observe them. As was the case from earlier in the day. The captain was a single muddy and undefined entity. To Aria’s mind he was little more than a placeholder with a voice.

Now though, she had seen him. She had observed him and took him in. More than that, he had lodged himself in her mind and carved a distinct path to the recesses of her young adult brain. It was an easy path for someone as handsome as Liber to walk.

Aria’s mind played with him. It stripped him of his flight jacket and shirt then placed her imaginary hands on that body. It was hard as stone and perfectly warm. The heat enveloped her like sliding into a perfectly drawn bath. She could practically feel his arms on her, they were on her hips now. Moving upward, under her shirt, reaching to her bra and bunching up her shirt in the process.

As Liber’s imagined hand slinked its way up Aria’s torso to her covered breasts, Aria obliged her senses and moved her own hand along the same hot trail the imagined hand had moved. As she reached her own breast, she pushed her fingers hard against her ribs and slipped them under the wire of her bra.

The warmth and clammy presence of her own hand on her body drew a hastily breathed gasp from her throat. She wasn’t done though. Liber was groping at her and so too did she massage her breast. Those gropes became more and more aggressive as Liber’s imagined visage became more sensual. Oh how Aria wished she could feel those hands, hard from years of work, on her body. The heat of his body pressed against hers. She longed for the weight of his hand on her shoulder, pushing her into the bed as his other hand found its way to her crotch.

Her own hand did the work Liber’s imagined hand could not. She had no trouble sliding it into the waistband around her bottoms and then into the scant elastic of her panties. Just a little further…

She imagined Liber dragging those bottoms off of her hips. His passion wild and unrestrained made him toss them aside, landing across the room along with dignity and social norms, where it belonged. She wanted him, she needed him. Her body, still unspoiled, was ready to be filled by him. Her mind removed his flight suit as well, no need for imagined scenarios. He was naked and on her, penetrating her deeply.

She wanted so badly to cry out. To moan with all due lustful desires spilling from her lips. Her mind was still sharp enough to remember that her mother and the co-pilot were just outside of her room, and she held no assumptions that these walls were thick enough to stifle her passion.

So two of her own fingers toyed at the very outer edges of her feminine lips. The small amount of pressure wasn’t enough to part them and allow her deeper inside, but it was warm and delightful. It was the sip of wine to tease the palate. Her hips were not so invested in small, subtle movements and lust strung out. They wanted release, and her mind agreed.

Thrusting upwards, pushing her own fingers into her slit, Aria found herself letting out a long ragged breath. It was louder than she would have wanted, but, she was sure, not loud enough to tip off anyone lurking in the hall. Her hips bucked again as the ghostly mental image of Liber’s hard manhood drove into her again and again. She matched his imagined rhythm, or rather it adjusted the mental image to match her pace. It was wild and fast, and Liber was glad to keep up.

The hand on her breast groped hard, squeezing and moving until she had her own nipple in between her fingers and pinched it just enough. Not so hard as to cause her pain, or worse, to send a feverish tickle rippling through her, but more than enough that the imagined teeth inside of the equally unreal Liber’s mouth could add a bit of bite. She moaned softly again, ensuring her voice was low.

Soon her hips and fingers were working hard, pumping up and down. She grew wet and sticky, but it was worth it. She needed this release, she needed it more than she needed food or air or water. It was the single most important thing to her at that moment. She didn’t care about anything, just the frantic, electric feeling of something pressed against her clit.

Her head pressed hard against her pillow as the pressure mounted to a crescendo inside of her hips. Liber’s face, his hands, his body, his cock…all evaporated as if it were smoke on a cold day. Traces of it lingered longer than others, but soon there was nothing left.

In that moment the hand on her breast squeezed tightly, holding on for dear life and sending burning sensations to her brain. Equally so, her fingers stiffened and she let the motion of her hips carry out the remainder of her endeavor. Her back arched and her hips thrust up into her waiting fingers. With mouth open and the fear that she might make too much noise, she let out a long, strangled but ultimately quiet squeak.

Her climax subsided and all she felt was heat. Her face was flushed and red, her chest heaved and felt equally warm. Her hand remained on her still wet slit. She would pant and breathe deeply for another moment or two before extracting her hands from herself and planning to head into her small bathroom to clean up her hand. Each deep breath hurt her chest in just the right way.

WIth her brain still flooded with a chemical mixture of pleasure and lust, she found her legs uncooperative. So she lay on her bed for a few more moments until the tension in her muscles subsided and allowed her to move properly again.

At the same time Aria was imagining all manner of sexual desires surrounding captain Liber, the actual captain was in the cockpit of his ship. There was little for him to actually do here aside from monitor the vast array of instruments and monitor screens in front of him. The little holographic projection of the surrounding star system glowed with a somewhat septic green and splashed his face with color from it.

His jacket was dangling from the back of his flight chair and the hat he had worn before was tossed haphazardly onto the dashboard in front of him.

Liber leaned forward, reaching across the array of lights and screens to tap on one of the monitors. It had previously been on a very generic screen, displaying nothing but the Coalition logo and a small animated emblem that lazily spun round and round. As his hand came close though the screen flickered for a moment and changed back to a new view filled with data and charts.

It flickered again and returned to the lock screen, when it did, Liber furrowed his brow. It wasn’t supposed to do that. He pulled back his hand and then brought it forward to the screen again. It flickered, unlocked and displayed the data for a moment or two before flickering again and returning to the Coalition lock screen.

Liber seemed to deflate at this, pressing his lips together into a disappointed kind of look. A small huff blew out his nose and he spun in his chair. Placing his hands against the arm rests he practically threw himself out of the chair and landed on the hard soles of his boots. He marched to the door and gently opened it, peering out of the cockpit for a moment before quietly slipping into the hall.

Turning the corner and peeking up the hall he could see that there was no one in the kitchen, no one in observation, and he heard nothing but the gentle sizzle of welding coming from the engineering room halfway up the hall. No one was around to see him and the captain preferred to keep it that way.

The captain placed his hand on the small reader next to the engineering room. He expected a small beep of confirmation but it never came. That figured. He pulled his hand back and placed it on the reader again. Nothing. One more time, he pulled his hand back, shook it vigorously and affixed a mean stare at it for a moment and then slapped it against the reader. Nothing.

The sound of a gentle tapping, a simple three knock rhythm, drew Six Six Three’s attention. The robotic woman looked up from the sprawl of wires and circuitry she had been working on all day long. The job was close to being done, but not yet. She clicked off the welding wand in her hand and waited for a few moments as it cooled before setting it down. As she waited another round of knocks reverberated against her door.

“Just a sec.” She called.

The welding wand, cool enough, came to rest in a small cradle on Six Six Three’s messy but well loved workbench. She got up from her stool and walked to the door. She pressed a button above a small view screen. Her artificial intellect had anticipated a late night visit. She smirked as the little view screen came to life. Her operating system hadn’t expected the captain, and on seeing him there, outside her door, wiped the expression from her face plate.

She tapped another button and the door whooshed open. Her body rigidly stood at attention and she sharply muttered ‘captain’ before he nodded at her.

“You know you don’t have to do that outside of port. Not with me.” He said, almost amused, as he walked into her space.

“Can’t help it. It’s-”

“Yeah yeah, it’s in your programming. I know.” The captain said. “At ease.”

He knew he had to say it for her to settle down, and as she did he could see the relief sweep over her. She clearly hated it as much as Liber did.

“Well captain, to what do I owe the honor of a late night visit? Come to do another system check on me?” The smirk and wink indicated that while she hadn’t been expecting him tonight, his presence certainly was a welcome surprise.

“Not while I’m on shift Sixes, you know that.” His statement seemed to disappoint her. “Something isn’t right with my palm authenticator. It’s not consistently transmitting.”

Six Six Three returned to her stool and patted the work surface just in front of whatever it was she was working on. Liber took his cue and rolled up the sleeve on his flight shirt until it was bunched up just past his elbow. He brought his other hand up to the soft patch of flesh in the crook of his elbow and pressed his thumb hard into it.

With a gentle sigh of a hiss a small seam line appeared around his arm just below the elbow. His whole forearm was unlocked now and all he needed to do was slide it forward and set it on the workbench for Six Six Three to examine. As she leaned into her work Liber leaned against the wall and let his half missing arm dangle at his side.

The robotic engineer was already poking and prodding at something inside of the upper portion of the arm. Liber watched as his fingers twitched and curled as she manually stimulated his hand to move. He knew better than to express his impatience. Six Six Three would have much rather had Liber leave and let her work, if she wasn’t going to teach or fix she’d rather be alone, but to her credit she also knew that wouldn’t happen.

Soon enough she flipped the arm and hand over, placing it palm down on the workspace and running a razor thin blade under the joint between wrist and hand. She didn’t have to push in too far before she was able to pop open a panel on the back of the hand. It had been practically invisible to anyone who hadn’t been looking specifically for it. Inside was the same kind of tangled and messy circuitry she had inside of her.

Hidden below the control surfaces and wiring was what she was looking for. A short range burst authenticator system. It was what allowed Liber to use anything and everything in the ship. This wouldn’t be the first time the chip itself had come loose and required Six Six Three to force it back into place and manually reconnect a loose wire. It was always a frustrating and precise task, but that’s why the Coalition employed android engineers.

Liber, to his credit, remained silent as he watched his mechanic prod tools into the back of his hand, but his own operating system allowed his bubbling thoughts to stay locked inside log files. Perhaps ten minutes in total were required for the precise hands to adjust the chip and get it into place once again. Once done though, Six Six Three simply set her tools down, closed up the panel and held up the arm.

When Liber reached out for it though, she pulled it annoyingly just out of his grasp.

“Payment is due you know.” She said, her voice dark and enticing.

“Six, come on, I’m on duty. You know I can’t do that.”

Six Six Three smirked and moved Liber’s hand down to her thigh and placed it against her flight suit. She manually moved it back and forth, up and down.

“Who said you have to do anything?” She said with a wink.

Liber couldn’t help but smile at that, she had him there. But he needed to get back to work.

“Rain check? My shift is over in six hours.”

“Aww shoot, I’ll be recharging then.” Six Six Three teased and then pursed her lips. She swiveled cutely back and forth on her stool and looked pitifully up at Liber. “I know I gave you the command to stop the logging script..just a few minutes. C’mon.”

Liber huffed. She was insatiable sometimes. But it couldn’t hurt. He tried to hide the growing smile, masking it under exasperated frustrations, but the smile broke through regardless. That was when Six Six Three knew she had won.

While Liber reattached his arm Six Six Three stood and approached him. His arm had barely locked into place and his operating system connected to it before she was pushing him against the wall. Their lips met and Liber melted into it. His arms rose to embrace her and press her body hard against him. He was already running the commands Six Six Three had given him to disengage his logging, no one at the Coalition needed to know what was happening here.

Her hands were already roaming down his torso, fingertips gliding and moving over the body he had been built with. Her own mechanical fingertips finding their way down to the buckle on his pants. She would need them gone, and soon. Once undone, Liber did his part to try and step out of them and reveal the aftermarket android penis he had installed. Slightly larger than average, and ready to go at his command, Six Six Three’s hand fell to it and eagerly began stroking up and down the shaft.

Liber bent forward, just enough for his arms to scoop up Six Six Three and hoist her up. She continued to kiss him, even as he navigated through the engineering bay. He slammed his newly repaired hand against the reader at the far end of the room, the gentle ding of the reader letting him know it worked. At least that confirmed her repairs were still top notch. He kicked open the door into the engine room.

The heat produced by the engines struggled against the industrial strength cooling systems in place. Both mechanisms fighting a losing battle to dominate the temperature of the space. Not that Liber or Six Six Three cared about that. All they needed was the combination bed and charging station that was set up here. It was where Six Six Three would normally be when she wasn’t doing repairs.

Liber and Six Six Three tumbled into the bed. She was working on her own flight suit, trying to work it off of her body and expose herself to her captain. He was ready and waiting, once she was naked, he would be inside of her. There was precious little time for romance right now, and he would probably pay for it later, but for now all that mattered was passion and sex.

A small, annoying alarm was blipping on the command console inside of the cockpit. It was intentionally designed to be an irritation. It demanded attention and for good reason.

The little screen that would have normally been directly in front of Liber, was flashing red. Angry, burning words flashed on the screen too. They also demanded to be paid attention to. Both screamed into an empty cockpit.

“Collision warning. Port side.”

Another alarm, this one different but equally obnoxious joined the chorus.

“Shield generators offline.”

The shield generator controller, still sitting on Six Six Three’s workbench, could have saved them. Had Jeff not come in to interrupt her. Had Liber taken Six Six Three’s advice months ago and gotten the hand module replaced. All for the want of a horseshoe nail.

The field of space rocks, relatively small in comparison, were screaming at the Mirum’iter. They were on a collision course with one another and there was nothing to stop them. Not some other asteroid, not an energy shield, and certainly not the lightweight hull. They were coming and their target would be in sight within moments.

A whole fleet of rocks, some the size of a fist, others the size of a car, roared angrily in empty and open space. The Mirum’iter’s weapon could have stopped them, the shields would have saved them.

Deep and lustful moans, punctuated with deep grunts and equally lustful swear words were cut off in a sharp hail of sound. The first shards of the blasted rock hit the ship, striking it along the port side. A wild orchestra of sounds, each one a scream at a different pitch and timbre, filled the ship.

The crew quarters, and the sleeping first mate inside, were shredded to pieces.

The core electrical room next to the crew quarters was left a sparking, snapping, mess.

The engine room. The lifeblood of the ship was utterly destroyed.

So were the two lovers inside of it.

==Chapter Seven==

There were plenty of parts on the Mirum’iter that were new..or new-ish. Liber had most recently sprung for a state of the art navigation system. It was the entire reason he had needed Six Six Three to detach his arm weeks ago and install a new authentication chip. She had done a good job installing it, but the card slot inside of Liber's hand had worn down from years of continued operation without proper upgrades. Thus the card slipped and made it hard for him to properly work that navigator.

Had he spent the extra cash he and the crew were owed from the Coalition on upgrades to his ship, and perhaps even his own systems, he would have had a working shield generator as well. Instead he had Six Six Three working round the clock to try to fix, or at least jury rig, the current generator so he could get it back in place and have shielding on the sides and back of his ship instead of just the front.

She had been very close.

Liber's interruption had taken her away from that very task. Likewise the sensual programming that Six Six Three had in place was already running at a higher clip than it would have been otherwise, and the moment Liber walked into her space it had ramped up to fully control her. Jeff had no small role to play in the cataclysmic series of events either.
Had he not interrupted Six Six Three earlier to simply chat her up, she could have made more progress on the generator that would have saved her life, or whatever term best applied to the continued operation of an android like her. Though it wasn't entirely his fault either.
Six Six Three's database of information, and through it, how she interacted with the world around her, was an amalgamation of so many different data points. Unsurprisingly, when a handsome young man walked into her lab, asking questions about machines, about robotics..about her robotics, something in her was triggered. Jeff's face and build were taken in by her optics and stored away for later. She wasn't ashamed that she was planning on running some very salacious programming later that night just before she recharged. Her plan had been to lay herself out, legs apart and manually stimulating the equipment between her legs. The old fashioned way.
Liber's presence had shunted those ideas to the side, she would let him fuck her first, as a warm up. But the long and varied string of events that had been set into motion had other plans for her.
A chunk of blasted space rock, just a little larger than your average basketball, slammed into the side of the Mirum’iter. It was one of many, though this one came along with a small fleet of additional rocks as well. Most didn't have enough force to make anything more than a dent in the hull of the ship. Nor did any of the others possess the force to punch through the numerous layers of additional plating and the electronics woven into the skin of the ship.
One, though, had been sent rocketing forward from the original meteoroid. It hit hard and it slammed all the way into the very delicate engine in the same room as Liber and Six Six Three were in. The instant it entered the space the hole it had punched was sealed with debris and a large plate that was forcefully torn off of the engine. The friction and violence, mixed with the raw suction of space beyond, merged the pieces together, resealing the ship in that spot. But the damage was done.
The engine was hit hard and because of that the tethers and supports that held the thrumming heart of the ship in place fought hard to keep the engine itself in place. But it wouldn't be enough. The engine rocked and the support struts were torn to shreds. One in particular ran from the engine itself up to the ceiling of the engine room where it was bolted in place, firmly above Liber and Six Six Three's naked writhing bodies.
About as wide as a hand, from pinky to thumb, and as thick as Liber's wrist, the support strut was torn free and swung down with a mighty violent force. Liber's operating system had just bid him to load and execute the orgasm sequence it had queue’s up for him. Six Six Three was still rolling all of the sexual data up into a neat little package for her to process and tag later tonight, but for now, she too was close to executing her orgasm as well.
As Liber thrust deeply one last time, his back arched and a groan of pure delight rolled out of the audio processors in his throat, his eyes were closed and he never saw the support strut slam into his body. It caved in his face plate and completely destroyed the underlying mechanics. His head snapped weirdly forward from the force and once the strut finished tearing his jaw off of his face, it continued to fall. As it did, Liber’s head wobbled on broken servo motors and eventually flopped forward. Nothing about it was recognizable save for it’s position on top of his neck.
Six Six Three fared better by some estimates. The strut, having torn apart Liber’s face, finalized its course by mashing into Six Six Three’s throat. She had no time to gurgle or even yelp, all she did was continue to moan softly until the steel crushed the speaker assembly in her throat and all the attached systems.
It wasn’t a clean cut, far from it. Six Six Three’s head was severed from what remained of her neck and was sent spinning through the air. It sailed away from the body for only a moment before it hit the floor with a dull, lifeless thump. The processors and electronics inside of it already surging wildly with what remained of the data and power. One eye blinked rapidly, while the other struggled to close even once. Her glassy eyes spasmed and jittered in their sockets and then all at once, stopped. Her face still wrapped in a lewd expression.
Liber and Six Six Three’s bodies, meanwhile, writhed and squirmed against one another. There was little to no control to their movements. Hands and arms twitched and subtly spasmed just as much as they occasionally flailed in wide, wild arcs as if swatting at unseen ghosts.

A robot’s construction wasn’t like what you would see in ancient science fiction films. They were not one cohesive unit. Humans were like that, but not sophisticated androids. Six Six Three’s missing head didn’t mean that she was fully offline, far from it. Her core processors were somewhere inside of her chest, along with her power supply, likewise Liber was built to be resilient and could continue operating without his head attached.
The more pressing issue was the sheer volume of errors and warnings each were processing at the moment, and those were only getting worse.
Each had suffered a catastrophic amount of trauma, and from that systems began to short circuit as wiring that was designed to carry data was subjected to high power electrical currents. Similarly, heavy cabling meant to only carry current in a single direction was assaulted with opposing data and power signals as every component seemed to be mashed into the next.
Liber’s operating system was the first to fully lock up and give out. The raw violence done to his face and the internals hiding just below his scruffy exterior, could not carry on. So many different parts in one of the more delicate systems had been mangled and a nearly constant stream of sparks and angry snapping of electricity indicated as much. His operating system was flooded with so many errors that there was no possible way to continue on. The processor core inside of him had no additional utility to provide, and once it was pegged at one hundred percent, he was locked.
At that point his body went ridgid, even the remaining motor controls, and their spastic flow of power and data, were non-operational. He was locked, stuck in one position, his manhood permanently hard and stuck in Six Six Three, and in time, even the sparks subsided, giving way to a plume of acrid black smoke rolling out of what remained of his head.
Six Six Three, similarly spasmed and writhed under Liber. The weight of the male android kept her movements somewhat contained. Still her legs kicked and scrambled in a bid to move her body into a more safe and optimal position. Her hands had been on his hips at the moment her head was torn free and between the wild clawing spasms her nails dug into his artificial flesh.
Like her commanding officer, her neck spewed white hot sparks that threatened to ignite the bedding that she had been laying on. It was resistant enough to the sparks, but it left a long and wide streak of charred fibers. The curling smoke from her throat joined with her lovers in a small, gathering cloud at the top of the engine room. If the feminine android hadn’t suffered the same shutdown and overload as her lover, that same smoke may have triggered some kind of fire suppression system, but as they both powered down, so too did the smoke and sparks.
Lights flickered, an instant later as the engine sputtered and rattled, temporarily disrupting most of the electrical systems on the ship. Which was when the largest of the space debris slammed into the back of the ship.
The crew quarters at the rear and port of the ship were hit hard. The outer shell easily pierced by a particularly excited piece of space rock. The skin and electronics were no match for the jagged shard. Ruber had barely snapped his eyes open from the sound before he found himself suctioned out into space. His fate, while grim, was over quickly.
Every loose trinket and bauble, every piece of furniture that wasn’t bolted down, and even some that were, became projectiles. Every missile was aimed at the same hole that Ruber was being forced towards. He was dead long before the brutal and unforgiving vacuum of space took him. A wayward lamp struck him in the head and ended his life.
The door locks slammed into place automatically. Despite the power loss, those were still fully mechanical because Liber hadn’t put forward the money to switch them over to the much more reliable computer controlled systems. Which was all that may have saved the lives of the remaining passengers.
As the vacuum of space occupied what was once the crew quarters, it also pulled on the door. The more it pulled, the more the door, locked deep into extremely sturdy bindings, pressed against the heavy duty sealant. The more it pulled, the more firm the seal remained.
Somewhere in the unoccupied cockpit a small warning light lit up to indicate that the crew quarters had been breached. It was a small thing. Luckily the blaring incoming impact alarm had turned off.
The power was unreliable at best as indicated by the sputtering lights that struggled to remain lit for more than a minute or two before they flickered off again. Once more power built up in the system they would come online again, only to drain that buildup. The artificial gravity wasn’t coming back on without something being done though, and everything began to drift lazily through the rooms and hallways.
The impacts had passed, but the ship had been hit hard, spun and rolled and knocked off course. Everything was a mess of knick knacks, shattered plates, broken electronics, shards of ruined detritus and floating cushions from the observation deck.
The ship was quiet. Deathly Quiet.

Jeff wasn’t sure what happened. He had been asleep, drifting happily through dreams of golden fields of some kind of grain-like crops attended by a small army of beautiful robots that all seemed to look strikingly similar to Six Six Three.
Then there had been noise. Movement. He was awake in an instant and he felt his heart slamming against his chest. It was hard to breathe, had he forgotten how, or was there just no air to speak of? In a flash his mind knew something was wrong, he couldn’t breathe, and they were in space. Not a good combination.
Then there was pain, but only for a moment.
His head hurt in an instant as he was flung from his bed and sent sailing across the small cabin. Thank goodness the wall was there to stop him, who knows how far he would have sailed if that wall hadn't been there to stop him. He loved the wall. It was a bastard though, because it hit him in the head hard enough to send him back into the darkness of fitful unconsciousness.
Time passed. On and on and on.
Jeff wasn’t around to clock it, but when his eyes fluttered open again he knew it had been a long time. Not long enough to stop his head from hurting, mind you, but long enough. His mind panicked again because he couldn’t feel the ground under him, and he knew it should be there. Something should be there. Oh god, had he broken his neck? He couldn’t feel anything!
Wiggle your toes Jeff, just see if you can wiggle them. Let’s see how bad this is.
He wiggled them just fine, and as soon as he did his whole body seemed to wake up. At least the pain and tingling numbness told him he was awake and in one piece. But where the hell was the ground?
He almost wished he hadn’t opened his eyes, because he found the ground. It was some three or four feet below him, right where it shouldn’t be.
As he looked around he figured out what was wrong. In short, everything. His belongings, his clothes, his bags and blankets and pillow. All of it was just coasting through the air with no regard for things like gravity. Of course, neither did his own body, and that was when the panic settled nice and deep into his mind.
He was floating too, and he knew enough about physics and space to know that objects in motion tend to stay in motion. But he wasn’t in motion, and worse still, there was nothing nearby to grab onto. Nothing to plant his feet on and launch him forward, nothing to shove against. Nothing to get him started moving.
He looked all around, his head swiveling and his body twisting weirdly to try to get any kind of movement. Nothing, there was nothing.
Jeff took a deep breath and took everything in. What did he know.
He was in space, and alive. Something was wrong with gravity. The lights flickered for a moment then sputtered back to life.
Ok, and something was wrong with the power too.
What did he have? Nothing really. And there was nothing nearby either. The light fixture above the door some two to three feet just past his arm length might have helped, if he could reach it. Which he could not.
He couldn’t help but take a moment to recognize the humor of the situation. Just barely an adult, dressed in pajama pants, floating in space and unable to move. Not how he expected to die. He barked out a small, sad laugh.
That brief moment of humor was more than enough to knock something free in his mind though. A small distraction from the sheer terror of the situation. To set his mind back on the moment. He didn’t have nothing.
Jeff scrambled a little and managed to get out of his pajama bottoms, leaving him floating naked in space, but that was ok. He tied a quick little loop at the end of one of the pant legs and then tied the other leg around his wrist. Best not to lose his one and only asset. It would be really embarrassing to be found dead, or worse, rescued, while naked.
It took a few attempts to get it, a fact that made Jeff happy for his foresight. He eventually lassoed the light fixture and gently pulled himself forward. He had been expecting to pull himself hand over hand towards the light, but even the smallest tug sent him smoothly gliding forward. Then he had a different problem, but his old friend the wall helped him with that as well. Jeff crumpled into the wall and his movements halted, but he was at the wall now, friction between his hand and the plastic wall casing would be more than enough to help him navigate.
He was okay now. Everything was going to be okay now.
What was next? Get dressed again, right.
He untied the pant leg from his wrist and then undid the loop on the other and shimmied back into them. That was when he learned how difficult it was to get dressed in zero gravity. He was trying to use nineteen years of muscle memory to do something that required all new movements. He managed, but it was odd.
Next, get out into the ship, find the crew, ask what the hell was happening. It was a good checklist. He was proud of it.
Jeff shimmied along the door and down to the handle just as the lights went out. He swore once, hoping that they would come back on, and when they did he made quick work of the door. It struggled open as if it were begrudging Jeff for being asked to do its job. But it was opened, and couldn’t be bothered to be asked to close again. That was alright with Jeff, if it stayed open he could get in and out of his room easily enough.
The hallway beyond his room was eerie, like something out of a horror movie. Silent and dark. Made even more dark as the lights sputtered out again and left only small pools of light around the emergency lighting. Even that seemed a little too dim for Jeff’s liking. The small running lights along the ground and the faint and flickering lights over his family's rooms seemed to be suffering as much as his door was. They didn’t want to work, they just wanted to sleep out here in the cold quiet void of space.
Sorry friends, Jeff had work to do.
Aria’s room was first, right next to Jeff’s. A mere ten foot float up the hall.
“Hello?” Jeff shouted into the nothingness of the hallway.
As if to greet Jeff, the lights flickered back on. The ship was still here, He wasn’t alone. Other than that, though, there was nothing.
“Aria? Melody?..Mom?” Jeff shouted again, a panic lacing his voice. “Egg? Ruber? Captain?”
Nothing.
With gentle hands placed barely against the wall, Jeff half crawled, half floated along the wall towards Aria’s room. Turning his head to the right, he was looking down at the floor, and felt a wave of nausea creep up on him. His adrenaline had kept that at bay for long enough and a new horror ripped over Jeff.
One did not want to vomit in zero gravity. No one wanted that floating around. Then again, it would probably be worse if the gravity kicked in and he, and the contents of his stomach, were too high up. So he scuttled towards the ground before using that to push along the hallway. With everything right way up for the time being, his stomach calmed a bit. Not entirely, but enough. He would have to face down those consequences later.
“Aria!” He shouted again as he floated nearer to her door.
He hated the silence, more now than he ever had before. Though, as he pounded his fist into Aria’s door he hated the empty sound of the thumps a little bit more. Then silence again. No response. That made his heart sink so hard that he thought it might just drag him down to the floor below him.
The lights flickered, then he was plunged into darkness again. He knew it would pass. He hoped. So he waited. Alone. In the dark. In space. On a ship with no power. At least there wasn’t any silence, his panicked breathing took care of that little problem.
Then all at once the lights were back. Jeff took this opportunity to gently shove off of the floor and float up to the handle on Aria’s door. Grabbing it stopped his movement and he steadied himself before he opened the door, fearing what might be there.
He shoved the handle into position and waited for the door to open. It too was uncooperative. It slid to the side a bit, but not enough. Jeff was getting really tired of this kind of thing and took out his frustrations, his fears, his hope, on the door. There was ample room to cram his hands into the gap and he roared in defiance as he shoved open the door more and more. His muscles coiled and strained against the very ship itself, and in the end, Jeff won. Somewhat. It was enough to get into Aria’s room, and once defeated the door made no effort to retaliate and close.
Aria was there, floating like Jeff was. Her head down and her lavender hair creating a strange sort of glowing halo around her head. Her eyes were closed, limbs limp and unmoving. As far as Jeff could tell though, there didn’t appear to be any kind of injury on her. Her button up pajama shirt and matching pants would have given her an extra edge on getting out of the room. Not that she needed it now.
“Aria!” Jeff shouted, and struggled to resist the urge to launch himself at her. He just needed to get to her, to check her out, to make sure she was alive and well.
“Aria!” He shouted again and this time it seemed like something new happened.She mewled a little. Little more than a small sound, like a mouse realizing it had been spotted and screaming in terror as it fled back to its burrow. It was enough though, dead things didn’t make sounds.
It took another few seconds for her mind and body to begin communicating again. She was floating, and under any other circumstance that would have been an incredible thrill. Instead she immediately panicked and flailed around, her hands and legs and feet seeking for something, anything, to acclimate her.
“Aria! Aria, look at me!” Jeff called once he saw her moving, and hoped that she would listen and calm her body rather than give in to panic.
She did, her head snapped in his direction, and a moment later she figured out how to twist and manipulate her body into facing him correctly.
“What the heck is going on!?” The fear in her voice was unmistakable.
“I don’t know.” Jeff answered. “I woke up a few minutes ago and came out here to figure that out.”
Jeff looked up the hallway just as the lights gave out and turned the hallway back into a horror film. Aria squeaked at that and Jeff took a moment to tell her what he had learned, that soon enough the power would come on, and then they would find Melody and mom and figure this out.
Sure enough, a moment or two later and the lights came back on, washing the dreadful hallway in safe white light. Aria looked up at the lights, then back to Jeff and flashed a small smile. Even a little relief in a moment of terror pays dividends.

“I’m stuck though.” Aria commented, and Jeff agreed. He had all the mobility here. He could have slipped out of his pants again, but he didn’t want to strip down in front of his sister, of all people. Nor did he want to suggest she take her shirt off and use it as a lifeline. Instead Jeff held up a finger and told her he would be right back.

“No!” Aria yelped before calming her voice a little. “Don’t..Don’t leave me here.”

“I’ll be right back.” Jeff assured her.

“With what?”

Good question. Jeff had intended to float back to his room and get something. Another pair of pants or a shirt or..something..But peering into Aria’s room told him that there was every bit as much debris to use there.

“Okay okay. Uh..hang tight.” Jeff said and pushed himself gingerly into Aria’s room.

Her luggage wasn’t terribly hard to find and Jeff unzipped it and pawed through whatever came floating out of it. Bras and panties and jeans all tumbled out. Jeff ignored most of it and snatched up a long sleeved shirt that attempted to float past him. Once again he tied it around his wrist and then made a knotted ball on the other sleeve. As he looked up to Aria, he saw the recognition in her eyes mixed with joy and relief. They were going to make it!

It was a lot easier for two humans to lasso one another rather than a light fixture. Once Aria had a good grip on the knotted ball at the end of her shirt, Jeff tugged, gently, knowing that once in motion, Aria would stay in motion. She didn’t so much crash into Jeff, not like he and the wall had, but she made it to him with enough speed to send them both reeling back into the wall. That was okay though, Jeff and Aria held one another in a tight embrace. They were together now, it was alright.

“Kay.” Aria said. “Let’s go find Melody then mom.”

Jeff liked this list. It was a good list.

==Chapter Eight==

Aria struggled a little more than Jeff did to get her bearings and understand the concepts of zero gravity. After the second time she pushed a little too hard and began floating off into open space, Jeff decided to keep her shirt tied to his wrist to rescue her. He was starting to understand why astronauts of old had tether lines to everything. It was far too easy to simply float away.

The lights flickered off again as Aria and Jeff cruised into the hallway. Jeff was already becoming accustomed to the flickering between horror and normalcy, though he admitted only to himself that in those moments when the ship was plunged into darkness that he felt his stomach churn. There was always something in the back of his mind that wondered if this would be the time the power stayed off. If it stayed off how long would the oxygen last? How long until the freeze dried and refrigerated food gave out? Would anyone know to come and look for them?

A worse thought crept into his mind at that moment. They had lost most of their power, and with it the gravity, and something had tossed them from their beds. Were they still on their intended course? Were they drifting lifelessly through open space? And if so, how long before something else, something bigger, got in their way. His mind snapped to the wall that had stopped him and momentarily imagined the same scenario but with their ship.

All of a sudden these walls were too thin. They needed armor plating and reinforcements.

The lights returned. All the more reason to find Melody and his mother and get this situation under control.

As they floated slowly and carefully down the hall towards Melody’s room, both Jeff and Aria never stopped shouting their names. Occasionally Jeff would slip in one of the crew members names just in case any of them were still out. By the time they floated up to Melody’s door all they had been greeted with was silence. They were on a course to float past it with gentle ease, so Jeff grappled against the floor and wall to slow himself and Aria simply grabbed onto Jeff’s bare shoulders.

The handle, like the one on Aria’s door, opened the latch, but the door refused to open. With a sigh Jeff placed his feet against the small lip of the door jamb and then pressed his hands hard against the door. He was coiled up and used his whole body to strain against the door. It moved, slowly, but surely. It took a moment, and a whole cycle of darkness before he managed to awkwardly part the door enough to wedge his hands into it. Once he had that advantage though the door more readily opened.

The pair floated into Melody’s room. Like their own, all of her belongings were floating in a lazy dance around the room. Graceful but disorganized. She had been more meticulous than either of her siblings in her room arrangement though. Her luggage was still closed and tucked away in the closet, and whatever hit them and knocked out the power hadn't seen fit to fling her clothes around the room.

Pillows and blankets from the bed, on the other hand, floated through the air like wraiths. They haunted the room and paid the two young visitors no heed. They were too busy gliding around in a dance that only they knew the moves to.

There were other things in here too, things that neither Jeff nor Aria had seen before. Certainly not back at home, and not in the day since they had loaded their cargo on the ship.

The first, and most striking items, at least to Jeff, was the sheer volume of tools. He knew some of them, he had seen them in his father’s garage and workshop. Though he had little idea what they were used for. Repairing things as far as Jeff knew. There was a scattering of steel and plastic handled tools situated around Melody’s bed. Screwdrivers, pliers, and thin plastic wedges. What had his dad called them? Spudgers?

There were others too, things that were a little more specialized. A soldering iron and a spool of solder, some of which had already been used. Something that looked like a screwdriver, but instead of a sturdy shaft there was simply a needle thin length of metal. It was strong though, even as Jeff held it in his hands he found he couldn’t bend it. The tip had no head on it, rather it ended in a fairly sharp point.

Knowing that tools, no matter how rudimentary, would be useful in fixing this mess, Jeff took some time to gather them all up from their floating positions and shoved them into a fairly large, but empty nylon bag and zipped it closed. There was a small wrist strap on it, so he looped that though Aria’s spare shirt and let it float along with them.

“What is all this stuff?” Aria asked, as if Jeff knew all the answers.

“Tools of some kind. I don’t really know.”

“I didn’t think Mel knew how to use any of this stuff.” Aria commented as she tapped some kind of clamping device and nudged it in Jeff’s direction. Another one to add to the pile.

“Yeah me either. Maybe she was working on some kind of craft thing and borrowed the tools from Ruber?” Jeff offered.

Neither one of them wanted to admit to what wasn’t in the room. Melody.

This was surely her room, Jeff had seen her storm into it earlier in the night, though she clearly hadn’t remained here. All he could think of was that maybe she had made amends with their mom. Maybe she was just next door.

The two shared a look as they finished taking in the contents of the room, worry and hesitation painted across each of their faces before Aria nodded. Time to keep looking.

Monica’s door gave just as much of a fight as Aria and Melody’s room had. By now Jeff was both used to the struggle, and completely over having to do it. Still, he huffed and grunted and strained against the door until he could open in. In the split second after he got the door open he peered into the room and the lights went out. But not before he caught a glimpse of the room beyond.

Two figures were floating in there. Monica and Melody. A wave of relief swept over him, but was soon replaced with dread. Neither one was moving. Maybe, like Aria, they just needed to be jostled awake. But there were other things Jeff saw that made no sense at all. Not at first at least. He had time to mull them over while he waited for the lights to come back on though.

There was something between the pair of them. Long and stringy, maybe some kind of tether. Maybe they had seen this catastrophe coming and had taken the time to tie one another together. Other than that he would have to wait for the lights to return to examine things better.

In the meantime he looked over his shoulder, into the dark, and let Aria know that they were both in the room. The reply was a deep sigh of relief, like Aria had been holding a breath for a long long time and had finally been given permission to let it out. With his attention turned back to the door, Jeff once again wedged his hands into the opening and strained against it. Shoving and pulling and grumbling as it slowly moved open. By the time the lights came on, he had it open enough to let him slip in.

The lights returned, and Jeff peered into the room. Melody and Monica were splayed out in mid air, tumbling in zero gravity along with other items that Jeff had glanced at first. More tools. Some kind of monolithic black box. It looked like it would fit perfectly into the bag strapped to Jeff’s wrist. There were wires, parts, pieces, and electronics, all of which seemed to be hanging in a cloud in the space between Monica and Melody.

Something was wrong here. Something was very wrong. Their forms were sprawled out in midair and the limbs didn’t seem to line up right with how Jeff expected. They rolled and moved more freely than Aria’s had.

“Stay here.” Jeff said to Aria. His tone spoke more than his words ever would. Aria’s panic returned and her breath came in quick gulps.

Jeff floated into the room with caution. He maneuvered around, careful not to bump into anything. It became harder as the power soon fizzled out and plunged the room back into darkness. While it was off, he heard Aria squeak in fear, prompting a comforting “It’s okay, everything’s okay” from Jeff.

Everything wasn’t okay though.

The lights flickered back on, they seemed to be struggling a little more this time. Not a good sign as far as Jeff was concerned. In the fresh light, Jeff maneuvered around a little more. All he wanted was a better look.

He hung in the open air, staring. His older sister and his mother both had their shirts pulled up just a little, exposing their abdomens. Well, where their abdomen should have been. In both cases the skin was missing, no not missing, it was hanging in the air between them. Along with a myriad of tools and cabling.

Skin tone was the only indicator of which one belonged to whom, but there were two fleshy panels that were spinning slowly in the air. Jeff could see the glint of metal and plastics on one side, and on the other, the soft flesh absorbed the light. It looked remarkably real. His eyes darted from the panels to the bodies of the two women.

What he had thought was a tether holding them together was actually a thick bundle of cables all bound up in a mesh tube. On both ends of it the wires exploded outward and plugged into a number of ports inside of Monica and Melody. Their internal workings looked vaguely familiar to Jeff. They looked like the robotic insides he had seen when Egg had shown him what the inside of her arm held.

His eyes flicked from the exposed belly panel up to their faces. Eyes open, Monica’s expression looked vaguely surprised. His older sister looked more annoyed than anything else, as if this were the culmination of being told to do chores for all the siblings all at once. Jeff could only stare though.

Jeff’s eyes darted over the rest of their bodies and found more anomalies. Melody’s arms were near her shoulders, but they were in no way connected. Not even remotely. That would explain the strange movement of the limbs he had seen while in the hallway. One mystery solved, at least. His mother at least seemed to be fully assembled.

They were robots. They weren’t even real people. But that couldn’t be right. He was human, Aria too. Robot’s don’t give birth to humans. The lights went out again and Jeff plummeted back into darkness. He saw no little blinking lights or status indicators or glowing screens inside of the two robots. They were well and truly offline. What he did see, though, was a rapidly flashing series of red lights on something else. A dark shape that was floating somewhere between the two, though off to one side.

The lights came back on and with it a whisper of a voice from the hallway. It was Aria.

“Jeff…what’s wrong.”

He wasn’t entirely sure how to answer that. His mother and older sister were androids, and they were offline. Probably broken. He hadn’t gotten close enough to see if anything was dislodged inside of them. Not that he would know what to look for in the first place. Also they were in space and power was going out faster and faster, that was a problem. Sweet little Aria was going to discover that all the women she looked up to were just machines. She would have to, eventually.

Maybe right now wasn’t a good time for that.

The light revealed what was producing the little blinking lights. It was a monolithic black box with a number of ports on it, and even more cables already connected to it. Many of them were frayed and broken. Worse still Jeff spotted the other end of those destroyed wires. They were floating in open space, connected to both Melody and Monica’s exposed intervals. Like some kind of sea creature probing out into the ether, seeking something to wrap onto. They curled and flowed and grasped at nothing at all.

“Everything is okay Aria.” Jeff lied. “Mom and Monica are in here and they’ll be okay. I think we just need to give them some more time to wake up.”

Jeff kicked off of the floor and drifted to the door. He clearly pushed too hard because he slammed into it, his palms hitting hard against the opening and slowing him. Then he squeezed through and into the hall where he came face to face with Aria.

Her face was more than worried, and Jeff knew she had been crying. The tears were sparking in the overhead lights, just drifting droplets, freed from her face as soon as she blinked. They would drift and dance through the air until Jeff’s old nemesis, the wall, found them. Jeff took her by the shoulders and pulled her into him, the movement nudged Jeff against the wall and the two bodies were pressed together.

“Everything is alright. We’re going to be okay. Everything is okay.” He hoped…

“We need to see if we can get a hold of someone at the Coalition, or a nearby planet, or Dad, or something.” Jeff said and Aria agreed.

Aria began swimming down the hall, slowly but surely. Jeff took one last look into his mothers room. To the pair of robotic women floating in there. He was left with more questions than answers. Later, he told himself. One thing at a time.

“We should check to see if, uh, what’s her name..the engineer is around.” Aria suggested as they reached the observation room at the core of the ship, which posed a new kind of problem.

“Egg, or I guess Six Six three. She’s..uh..she’s an android you know.” Jeff gulped back the mental images of Monica and Melody and replaced them with Egg. Not that doing so made anything better.

“Oh! I didn’t know that.” Aria replied. “Cool..maybe she’s still functional or operation or..whatever they are.”

“Yeah.” Jeff whispered as he came to a gentle stop at the archway into the observation deck.

It was a massive open space. There were couches and cushions floating around the space looking more like a fabric asteroid field than a relaxing place to look out at the star field beyond. It was safer to skirt around the edge of the ship, but he hated the idea of scurrying along the walls in such a large room when the lights went out, but the idea of launching himself through the middle of the space and hoping he didn’t collide with anything was worse.

“C’mon.” Jeff sighed and began to gently paw his way along the wall and hoped he didn’t accidentally push too hard against it and send himself tumbling into the center of the room.

Jeff wasn’t sure how smart it was to start calculating time based on the cycle of power loss, but there was little else he could do to distract himself in the darkness. He and Aria remained still while the lights were off just in case. No need to go crashing into things in the dark after all. Four minutes, approximately, of light and then a minute and a half of darkness. It made for a very slow stop and go path around the outer edges of the room.

In time, the pair made their way to the archway into the forward hall. As they looked up the hall they could see the left turn in the hall ahead of them that led to the cockpit. Just at the turn was the kitchen and Jeff could easily make out cans and glasses and shards of broken plates drifting around in there. Once they restored the gravity that would be a mess to clean up.

He should also secure Mom and Melody to the ground or something before they turned that back on. Even if they weren’t his real mother and sister, he also didn’t want them to crash to the ground and break something else. They had a lot of questions to answer for him. Hopefully Egg could help get them working again.

One thing at a time.

Halfway up the first hall was the engineering room, and beyond it, hopefully, Egg. As Jeff floated towards it though his mind began to make him doubt things. If Egg was still working as expected, why hadn’t she responded when he was shouting earlier?

Because she was in the engine room keeping the lights on. Obviously.

Was she still in there? Was she the only reason the lights and power kept coming back? If so, could she be spared to help them get things stable?

Only one way to find out really.

As expected, the door to the engineering lab was jammed shut and wasn’t responding to the automatic opening mechanisms. This one was heavier too. It took Aria and Jeff both leaning hard into it before it would even begin to budge. When the power was on it moved a little bit easier, leading Jeff to believe that there was some kind of motor system that was at least attempting to help them. The door was practically immobile when the lights flickered off.

It felt like it took an eternity to get it open enough for either of them to squeeze in. Aria volunteered to go first as her lithe body easily slipped through the opening. She floated into the work space and told Jeff to keep at it while she looked around for the engineer.

Six Six Three’s engineering room was impossible to navigate without bumping into something. There were just too many tools and projects and parts floating around to avoid. Aria learned quickly to hold one hand in front of her face while using the other to help guide her along the wall.

She found the door into, what she assumed, was the engine room towards the far end of the smaller workspace. She could hear something inside there, chugging and struggling and whining. She sincerely hoped that wasn’t the engine. The woman, or android, Six Six Three, was nowhere to be seen in the workspace. A fact that Aria thought was odd, in a crisis like this the engineer was supposed to be here, fixing things.

“Jeff, there’s a door here, I think it leads into the engine room.” She called back.

“Is it closed?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck.” Jeff swore and threw himself back into trying to pry open the first door.

With Aria’s help from the other side, and more than a few blackouts, they were able to grind the door open enough to allow Jeff into the workshop. What had once been a marvelous space for work and experimentation was now just a floating mess of parts. Jeff could only imagine the mess it would be once gravity was restored. He wondered if Egg was capable of emotional responses, and if so, how pissed was she going to be seeing this?

Aria nodded her head towards the door at the other end of the room. The two pushed gently against the door behind them and instinctively raised their arms, plowing through the mess of parts and pieces and tools. Though it was gentle enough to only require a small bump into the far wall, once there, Jeff slammed his fist against the door several times while shouting.

“Egg! Hey Egg! You in there? Six Six Three? We could use some help out here!..HEY!”

There was a lot of pent up frustration and fear in that voice. Desperation too. All of it came flooding out as he slammed his fists against the door and screamed for the one and only entity that could possibly help fix this mess to present herself and do just that. There was fixing to do, and Jeff and Aria weren’t able to do it on their own.

“EGG! Hey!!”

“I don’t think she-” Aria began but stopped when she saw Jeff’s gaze snap to her.

He looked wild, ferocious almost. He needed to get to her and fix this, and nothing, no hull or door or anything would stand in his way. If she wouldn’t open the door, then he would do it himself. He had done it half a dozen times already, what was one more.

With a primal scream Jeff reached down to the handle on the door and mustered all the strength, rage, frustration, anger, fear, and anxiety he had. The swirl of emotions combined into one more deep growl as he planted his feet against the lip of the doorway and in one smooth motion he lunged forward, his hands on the door handle, his legs swelling.

The door flew open easily, sliding into the trough in the wall and clanging hard against the bumpers there to prevent it from being knocked off its track. It still made an awful squeal and the sound of the impact rattled Jeff all the way to his back teeth. He lost his grip on the door the moment it started flying open and the motion sent his whole body cartwheeling through the air. The lack of gravity spinning him round and round until his adversary, the wall, stopped him. Or at least his head.

Jeff wailed in pain while Aria could only gasp. The whole process had taken less than a second and it was the only reaction she could offer. Still, Jeff had expressed his frustrations, there was little left inside of him to let out. Save for a bit of embarrassed laughter that turned into real mirth as he realized just how ridiculous that must have looked.

He turned to his sister, all smiles, and mockingly flexed his muscles.

“Ohh, yeah you like that? No match for Jeff!” He laughed again and smirked before turning to the strangely lit interior of the engine room.

He never saw the unexpected blush creep over Aria’s cheeks. Even if he had been looking at her the lights overhead sputtered and disappeared for the next ninety or so seconds. She was thankful for that, it gave her a moment to collect herself. Why had that of all things stirred something in her. A boiling heat in her gut that, regardless of how much Aria mentally pleaded, didn’t go away. Instead, the vision of her brother’s physique lingered on in her mind's eye. His shirtless body flexing for no one but her. Had he been working out when she had spent time drawing?

Delirium and stress and fear. That’s all it was. Nothing else. File it away and move on.

She didn’t.

The light returned and when it did, Jeff took the opportunity to move into the engine room. Aria floated along after him, but before she even reached the doorway she heard her brother hiss out a curse. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see what was inside.

She grabbed hold of the threshold, enough to stop her movement, then gently slipped around it to look inside.

The room was just as well lit as the rest of the ship. At least when the lights were on it was. Currently there was plenty of light flooding the space. To one side was, what she assumed, was the engine. An absolutely massive thing that was vaguely cylinder shaped. There was certainly a central piece that dominated the space. From it any number of cables and heavy tubing protruded and plugged in to other places.

Towards the far end of the room something was glowing with a sickly green light. Around it was shattered glass and more than enough steamy white vapor seemed to be pouring out of release valves. This was the thing that she had heard chugging, and the sound was all too evident now. A struggling, coughing thrum was rattling her eardrums. She felt it in the very center of her head more than she heard it.

More moving parts seemed to be churning all across the thing. It was still working, but it was a fight. Aria looked around the engine and saw that whatever had hit them had clearly dislodged the engine from the bindings that would normally hold it at the optimal position. It was not wobbling and vibrating, the rattle it produced as it lay on its side on the floor was making an awful sound. It grated against every last nerve she had. She hated it.

Jeff, on the other hand, was looking less to the engine, and more at the two figures on the bed against the opposite wall.

Six Six Three and Captain Liber, or whatever was left of them, were there. Naked and unashamed. Liber was deep inside of Egg’s robotic slit. He remained hard, probably because he was programmed to. Her head was missing, the neck severed by an overhead strut, Jeff could almost trace its trajectory as it fell. Liber’s head was caved in too, the raw internal workings of his robotic head were easily seen, as was the torn and mangled flesh around his head. No small amount of it had caught on the beam as it fell. Once caught, it was torn free of his body.

Six Six Three’s hands were curled into claw-like appendages, either from the orgasm she surely felt in the moments before…this…or perhaps because of it. Jeff was wholly unsure of what an android did when it died. If it died, you’d have to be alive for that kind of condition. His mind

snapped to his mother and sister. Were they dead? The real versions of them, that is? More questions, still no answers.

Egg’s neck ended in a twisted and ruined collection of hard metallic support struts and fragile wiring. They had all been destroyed. The support beam that had done it was lodged deep in the bed below her, soaked with some kind of fluid from inside of Egg’s neck.

Jeff let his eyes trail over the pair. He had been wrong about her proportions. Her breasts were larger than he had imagined, her body hard and lithe and perfectly crafted. Seeing her like this, destroyed and useless, was a bit of a shame. Jeff thought she would have made an excellent sexbot. Was that misogynistic? He didn’t care, he didn’t have time to.

Aria croaked out a small gasp. Jeff realized she hadn’t seen this immediately. He heard her beginning to gag. He sincerely hoped she had enough forethought to…nope, she sure didn’t.

Aria wretched and could only watch through watery eyes as her vomit drifted across open space. The lights mercifully went out and she didn’t have to watch where it landed. In the darkness Jeff whispered.

“Let’s get to the cockpit.”

Aria was already moving in a panicked and wild streak out of the room. Jeff cast one last glance back at Six Six Three’s naked form. The perfect smooth curves where her hips melted into her torso. The way her breasts spilled off of her chest, tipped with the finest pink nipples he could have imagined. Even the exposed electronics on her neck, while destroyed, still held a strange kind of charm to him. She was an elegant machine, ruined by circumstance.

He sighed and floated along after Aria.

==Chapter Nine==

Aria’s scrambling and flailing arms did nothing to help propel her forward, if anything it did the opposite. She hit the door frame, and seemingly without her mind knowing what to do, she shoved hard against it. She didn’t know what it was that she had hit, and because of that her brain whirled, like a caged animal. Terror and adrenaline had fully taken over and she raged against the door frame.

Planetside, that would have been no problem. She probably would have wailed that it hurt later, and perhaps tripped or stumbled a little as she carried on, fleeing what she had just seen. But here, in space, with power and gravity and oxygen becoming a precious resource, it was doom.

The image of the engineer and the captain burst into her mind once again. Her head missing, and blood…no…not blood. Something else. Fluids of some kind. Whatever it was robots were filled with. Sticky and viscous and floating in the air like writhing globules. There was stuff sticking out of her neck too. Wires and parts and metal and plastic and…stuff. She couldn’t think about it, not without getting sick again. So she didn’t. The captain too, he was a robot as well. That was enough of a shock to Aria’s system to bring her back into the moment. Was there anyone on this ship that wasn’t a machine?

There seemed to be a rushing sound just then. It was in her ears, not that it was something she was hearing, rather it was inside of her ears. It was blood, her blood, rushing past her eardrums and thrumming loudly. But it was clearing up too, she realized where she was. She wasn’t looking at two ruined robots, she was on a space ship. In space. She heard her own breathing then as well, deep heavy gulps of air that were sucked in and blown back out too quickly. Something in her head conjured up the word for it, but it sounded so distant and wrong. Was she hyperventilating? Was that the word..was that the right term? Her brain tried again, this time with a shorter word.

Panic.

Yes, I’m panicking, she told herself. Putting a term on it helped to define it. Things that were defined could be dealt with. She could deal with this, she had done it before. When dad had left she had dealt with it. When Mom and Melody had gotten sick, she had dealt with it. The rushing in her ears was beginning to calm and allow sounds from beyond her own head to be heard.

It was muffled, like it was being heard from outside the ship. No, that was silly, that didn’t make sense. It was a voice, no it was her name. It was actually both. Her head turned round and round, trying to find the source of the voice. She recognized it, from somewhere far away. Not a distance, but a time. It was her brother, and he was here with her, he had been for a long time and she loved him. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she thought about him and the extra rush of blood did her some good. Her brain was starved for it.

He was over there, Jeff, that was his name. She was upside down now, and he was not. Or maybe he was and she wasn’t. It was hard to tell. Still, she found his face, and followed it down, past his neck to his hand. It was stretched out to her, just within range of her own hand. So, she reached out, her delicate fingertips brushing against his. She felt the strength of his grip and how it seemed to ripple through his whole forearm, and shoulder, to his chest and body. He was gently pulling her in now, reeling her in like a fish caught on a hook. Hand on her wrist, then her elbow and then her shoulder until her body was pressed against his.

He helped orient her to the right position and held her there. The lights flickered out and there was darkness again. She somehow knew it would only last a little while. Her mind was coming back to her now, thoughts were flowing into one another instead of crashing around her head and leaving her feeling like her brain and her body were both weightless. She realized she was crying, and sobbing. She could finally feel her own body as it heaved and crashed against Jeff’s. Her pajamas offering no padding between his body and hers. She realized that her body felt so soft and squishy as her breasts flattened against Jeff, her arms seemed to flail against his muscles.

“It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.” Jeff was saying, quietly.

She wasn’t sure she agreed. How could she? Images of dead bodies, her body. Her mother and sister. Jeff…all of them floating lifelessly through the empty and quiet space around them flashed into her mind. They weren’t going to make it, and a fresh wave of panic rolled through her. She sobbed and buried her head into his chest. But then she heard it again, breathing. His? Hers? It wasn’t really clear, but it was there. It was something, a sign of life in her panic. Each breath was a gentle push against her racing heart. It took time, but she came down again.

Her face was wet from tears and sweat and sobbing when she looked up at Jeff. He was looking down at her as the lights flickered back on. As they did, it became a poignant reminder to her that there was work to do. She sniffled, it was disgusting, but she only needed to do it once. Then her and Jeff were off.

The front of the ship was down a hall that had a sharp left then right turn. Jeff had noticed this while walking around that first night. At the end of the hall was the kitchen, surely filled with floating debris, as everywhere else was. Turning from there was a short jog of a hallway and then a turn to the right. All that was here was another small hallway and a door that would usually be sealed.

The turns and hallways actually made navigation much easier. Floating freely through the observation room was a challenge as there was so very little that was anchored to the hull and allowed for a sturdy enough piece to push off of. The ship was designed for feet on the ground and artificial gravity, not free flying. The smaller halls meant that there were light fixtures within easy reach, and if nothing else, the wall was so close.

Jeff and Aria gingerly nudged themselves along the wall towards the cockpit. The lights flickered off in the middle of their trip, and both froze. Jeff was counting the seconds, and becoming more and more disheartened at how long it was taking to come back. From when he had started counting it seemed as if it was at least three or four seconds longer. They were running out of time.

As expected, there was a key card reader on the outside of the door. Every attempt that Jeff and Aria made to force the door open resulted in little more than grunts and frustration. The door wouldn’t budge. Moreover, it seemed like the only thing that would get it open was a member of the staff’s access card. Jeff had to wonder if Egg’s was built into her body. Then his mind flashed back to the captain. His ruined robotic body on top of hers. His was probably inside of his body as well. After a moment Jeff recognized that it had to be in their hands, that was really the only place that made sense.

He didn’t know specifics about robots, but his time with his dad had taught him a thing or two. There would be two components he would need to make this work. Whatever it was that broadcast the signal. Some kind of short range chip, easily hidden in the hand or wrist. Then there was whatever authenticated the chip as the right entity. He sincerely hoped that particular component wasn’t part of the operating system. He would need power too, but Egg had an internal power supply.

His eyes darted from the door towards the hallway he and his sister had just drifted up. Egg wasn’t that far away. The engine room was just around the corner. His eyes darted back to Aria and wondered which would inspire more panic, leaving her here, or bringing her back into the engine room.

“I’ve got an idea about how to get in here. But…you’re not going to like it.” Jeff said.

Aria could only look at him, tears brimming at the edges of her eyes.

“I’m gonna go back to the engine room. Where…where those two robots were. I think I can get their access cards or something.”

Jeff put his plan out there, waiting to see if Aria would make a choice on her own to stay or go. Knowing her, she would have wanted to come with him. Under the circumstances though, he wasn’t sure what she would do. Panic and adrenaline did strange things to a person afterall. She nodded along and then took a deep breath and looked at the card reader on the wall. Jeff knew then that he would be making this trip by himself.

He hugged her once, kissing her on the forehead and drifting off. Aria’s hand touched her forehead where he had kissed her, the heat from his simple gesture still lingering there and keeping her warm while he was gone.

Jeff was starting to get the hang of this zero gravity space movement thing. He floated away from Aria with a single push against the door, putting just enough force behind it to get him to the wall at the end of the hall with only a minimal amount of unwanted impact. Once there it was just a matter of hand over hand crawling along the wall, using whatever stuck out of the wall as a handhold. He still remained slow when the lights flickered off, though. Not that there was anything in the darkness that he feared, it was just something primal, something deep in the lizard brain that told him the darkness was dangerous and you shouldn’t move around in it.

The door to the engineering room and the engine room beyond that were both still open. The power hadn’t surged on enough to trigger an automatic close sequence on those. Rounding the corner though, the spaces were both so dimly lit that it looked like Jeff was about to willingly float into an open mouth, deep and dark and waiting to swallow him whole. It took another deep, cleansing breath before Jeff grabbed the door frame with both hands and pulled himself into the rooms beyond.

Egg’s workbench had lost its control over the myriad of gadgets and tools that had once been sitting on it. They created a miniature asteroid field that Jeff wasn’t expecting to float face first into. The dimness, the lack of gravity, and the anticipation of what was to come all crashed into him. He yelped and flailed and sent parts and pieces and tools scattering all around him. Some clattered against the wall or floor, others just spun wildly and drifted lazily away. Jeff found himself breathing heavy for a few moments and Aria’s voice came wafting in.

“Jeff? Are- Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine, I just..ran into something and it freaked me out a bit.”

Saying it out loud almost made Jeff laugh. It was silly. Of course he was going to run into stuff floating around a space ship with no active gravity. From then on he tried to keep himself low enough to the deck that he could touch it with his feet and nudge himself forward, allowing him to keep his hands up in front of him and ward off any other small bits.

This became particularly important as he entered the engine room.

Jeff hesitated in the doorway. There were surely parts of the engine or tool and definitely parts of the ruined support strut floating around in here. There were also probably parts of the captain and Egg drifting through the space as well. The arrangements of lights in the engine room, when they fluttered on, did provide a better opportunity to see what was in front of him.

Egg and Captain Liber were still posed as they were before, though now Jeff was able to take a much closer and far more analytical look at them. Liber was on top of Egg, her legs spread and her ankles held in the captain's hands. He had been spreading them wide as he penetrated her. The pair seemed to be locked in place from where the beam had swung down. Before the lights flickered out again, he could see the beam as well. Something from the side of the engine room that had twisted loose from whatever had hit them and came swinging down in a swift arc. Neither of the androids saw it coming.

It took Liber’s head off just above the jaw, cleaving it away and sending it flying somewhere in the engine room, probably before the gravity was fully offline. It must have sailed in an arc, towards the struggling engines along the perimeter. He made a mental note to, at some point, find it and tuck it away somewhere so it wouldn’t be rediscovered by Aria.

Egg on the other hand clearly showed signs that the strut had not hit her head. Instead it would have acted like a scythe and hit her at the upper chest, just above her perfectly rounded breasts, still flushed and nipples perky. Jeff shook his head and tried to concentrate again. Her neck had been sliced through and her head must have been tossed somewhere, likely still mostly intact, Jeff hoped. If it was still intact then there might be a possibility of reconnecting it to..something…and getting her working again. Robots were like that, fully modular and each part worked independently from a core. He hoped…

There would be time for that later. Now he needed to survive.

His eyes flicked to Liber’s hands, still clutching Egg’s ankles and gripping them tight. Jeff began the process of wiggling his fingers into the space between his fingers and her ankle. The artificial flesh on both of their bodies felt truly realistic, which meant there was some elasticity and give to it. Still, it took a bit of work before he could even begin to pry open Captain Liber’s fingers from around Egg’s leg. Eventually, he managed though.

Her leg hung there, either from a lack of gravity pulling it back towards the bed, or because the motor systems in her hips had locked it into place. Either way, her leg, now free of Liber’s hand, remained thrust in the air. With a bit more elbow grease and muscle, Jeff was able to move Liber’s arm away from his body and her leg and extend outward. Now came the interesting part of his plan. He needed to detach the arm somehow.

He recalled what Egg had shown him earlier, about panels and the operation inside of her own arm. There was some kind of trigger that she had done to open the panel in her forearm, so Liber must have something similar near his shoulder. Jeff confidently began to paw around the shoulder joint, looking for some kind of latch or release or switch.

The light disappeared from the room and he heard the engine wheeze in response. Things were getting bad and needed to be fixed. And soon. Sooner than perhaps he had time for. Proper disconnection protocols be damned, he needed the arm now. When the lights managed to come back on Jeff abandoned Liber and floated back into Egg’s engineering workshop. He looked around, finding something sharp, a blade of some kind, a screwdriver, and a handful of other tools that he thought looked useful. Then it was back to work before the lights went out again.

The blade seemed sharp enough and easily sliced away the flesh around Liber’s shoulder and revealed the electronics inside. The screwdriver proved to be somewhat useless as it didn’t fit any of the fasteners inside the exposed shoulder. What it was good for was jamming into the space where Jeff logically saw some kind of connection. There were a few stray wires here and there, but they wouldn’t be a challenge to break if needed. With that, he began to wrench the screwdriver back and forth, tugging hard. Soon the sounds of cracking and eventually breaking plastics reached his ears. It sounded like progress.

It took a full ten minutes of tugging and wrenching the tool back and forth, a little bit of placing a foot on Liber’s chest and manually pulling and a little bit of raw strength. In the end though, the arm came free and with it a myriad of magnetically detached cables and wires. Tubes with rubber gaskets and shattered plastic bindings. Free from Jeff and his arm, Liber’s inert body drifted to one side, aided by the lack of gravity, and with him Egg’s body began to drift up a bit. Jeff watched for only a moment, knowing that once the gravity was restored they would crash back down to the deck.

He felt a little bad for Egg. She had been kind to him and wanted to show him more of how she worked, how androids worked, and to tutor him. Their trip would have offered ample time for the pair to get to know one another and to explore. Jeff, briefly, found himself imagining himself in Liber’s place. Egg below him, her legs spread and presenting herself to him. He was inside of her, thrusting and pumping and moaning while she rolled her hips, smiled up at him, and let out a lewd sigh. It stirred a new heat inside of him and he shook it free, letting it boil in his gut with no place to go. It would cool eventually, but those images. Those urges. They stayed in his mind.

Using the same blade, Jeff cut into Liber’s chest and managed to find a power supply there, still pulsating with a blue glow. There were more than a few charred and ruined pieces of electronics around it, and Jeff found that it was easy enough to detach, properly, with the screwdriver he had used on Liber’s shoulder. It was still warm to the touch and when Jeff wasn’t actively floating back towards Aria, he could even feel a small vibration in it.

Getting back to the cockpit door proved to be a bit more of a challenge than he would have liked. He wanted to bring the tools with him, but his pajamas offered little in the way of additional storage, and he still had to wrestle an adult man’s arm and a robotic power supply while also not launching himself into a wall. In the end, it just took longer than he would have wanted, all of this was taking longer than he wanted. To the point that even the darkness that swallowed him when the lights failed wasn’t enough to keep him from moving forward.

The glow from the power supply helped, but it was cold comfort in the depth of dark space. It was like holding a candle up against a cavern. A massive, endless, cavern. A cavern that was aching to claw further into the ship and flood it with the most deadly thing imaginable. Nothingness.

He rounded the corner, facing towards the cockpit. The fist sized glowing orb in one hand and an arm tucked in his armpit.

“Jeff?”

Aria couldn’t see him, not until the lights came back, but the sound and the glow were new and he was the only explanation.

“Yep, coming, be right there.”

Jeff oriented himself so that his feet were against the wall, and then he shoved himself forward. Harder than he should have as evidenced by the sound of him crumpling into the wall and a breathy swear as he hit it. Aria yelped and tried to reach for him, but in the darkness there was only a vague silhouette of his shape, illuminated in glowing blue light. She missed his arms, and instead found her hand pressing against something else entirely. She had groped him between the legs and to her surprise felt something far more firm than she would have expected. She quickly pulled her hand back, and was thankful the darkness hid her rising blush.

Between the crash into the door and the chaos of trying to catch his prize, Jeff barely felt, let alone registered Aria’s touch. It would remain a slip of her hand and for her alone. The buzz of the lights changed the moment and Jeff quickly darted and grabbed the arm and power supply.

“Ta daa” he said as he held them up for Aria to see. She only looked at him with a strange mixture of horror and curiosity.

“It’s the captain’s arm. There has to be some kind of authentication key card..thing..in here. I just need to power it up and put it on the card reader and we’ll be good to go!”

He sounded so hopeful and confident, how could Aria doubt him. He was the one their father had mentored with machines and electronics, and she was pretty sure she had seen Jeff chatting with the other robot lady earlier as well. Maybe he really knew what he was doing.

Jeff, on the other hand, was sweating. He had no idea what he was doing. He only hoped to stumble backwards into greatness. Even as he attempted to connect the right wires to the power supply, and inevitably shocked himself, all he did was shake his hands and hope the numbness went away eventually. It took some experimentation but eventually the motors in the hand relaxed a bit and presented the palm, meaning Jeff had managed to get it powered on. Now, all he had to do was hope that the key card was in the palm, and whatever mechanism it needed to authenticate as the captain was in the arm or hand as well.

And that it still worked.

And that the ship would register it.

And that-

At a certain point you just had to go for it. Jeff gently handed off the power supply to Aria and told her to hold it tight while he reoriented the hand and pressed it against the card reader.

Nothing happened, not with the door at least. The lights flickered off and forced Jeff and Aria to wait. Silently, breathlessly, in the dark. Hoping that the lights and power would come back on just one more time. It seemed to take an eternity, and only a few seconds in Jeff began to worry if this was it, if the lights would stay off. If he had wasted too much time looking at the robotic duplicates of his mother and sister. If he could have darted around faster. Something, there had to have been something he could have done to beat the ticking clock.

Then the lights came back on. The hallway was lit and they could see again. The beep of the card reader was distant and distorted, like it was struggling to remember that it could work. The door too unlocked itself and began to slide open, though it acted as if it sincerely didn’t want to. In the end though, the cockpit lay before them. Jeff could feel the adrenaline coursing through him, flaring white hot along his arms and filling his mouth with a coppery taste. He let go of Captain Liber’s arm, letting it just float there and the pair drifted in.

==Chapter Ten==

Jeff wondered how anyone could fly this thing.

Maybe that was why Captain Liber and Egg were robots. There was just so much here. A vast array of colored buttons and switches. Some were on, others were off. Some were glowing faintly with whatever remnants of power remained in the console, while others remained dark and dormant. The bigger issue was which ones were only illuminated because of the emergency? Which ones should have been on and weren’t? What did any of them mean?

Taking a closer look there was white lettering stenciled on or around most of the controls. None of them made sense. Most were either worn down from ages of use and the ones that were still intact were acronyms or maybe a shortened version of a full word. Was the blinking red light next to the switch labeled “LSS” for Life Support Systems? Left Side Stabilizer? Lasers?

What was clear were some of the technologies that, while newly installed, relied on old technologies. Those stuck out to Jeff plainly.

Every ship needed to communicate. Other ships, star ports, landing pads, and personal calls. The vid-com screen and matching camera were familiar enough. Next to it, like his own personal computer, had some sort of control pad with it. As expected this was a little more robust than the civilian models. For one, it remained powered on, even as the power flickered off and plunged the cockpit into darkness. Many other lights and flight controls remained on as well, making the control console somewhat match the endless starry expanse beyond.

Jeff, even in the darkness, wasted little time. He began trying to work the vid-com system to try and get a hold of someone, anyone. There was a contact directory, many of them, like the controls, were shortened or acronyms. It didn’t matter though, anyone could be helpful. When none of them worked, Jeff’s dismay began to rise. There was a crackle and a small error message on screen that Jeff, at first, hadn’t noticed. It was actually Aria that pointed it out to him.

“J-Jeff. Look.” She had said after the fourth or fifth failed attempt.

Jeff muttered as he read the message. “Signal degradation detected.”

“What does that mean?” Aria asked, the tears in her eyes seemed to infiltrate her voice.

“It means the antenna or something is screwing up the signal. Hold on a second.”

They waited in quiet darkness until the lights came back on. Once they did Jeff immediately scrambled under the console. If the ship was maintained by Egg, he had a good feeling that everything under the console would be a little more easily accessible as she seemed to like to keep things easy to get to.

Sure enough, there was a tangled nest of cables and cords to sift through. It was overwhelming at first, but Jeff quickly caught on to the labelling on the cables. Many of them made more sense to him than the labelling on the console, leading him to believe that Liber managed the topside, and Egg the underside. Neither one had any reason to interfere or relabel the other's equipment. As such, it only took two cycles of the light going off and on again for him to find the cable that lead into the comms array housing.

Jeff knew he was no mechanical wizard, far from it. But he had successfully taken apart a number of electronics back home, where there was gravity, and put them back together again. Many of which even worked after he had done so. With time and a little guidance from his father he had even begun to understand the fundamentals of circuitry and how they worked. His crowning achievement had been when his father had come home with a broken set of walkie talkies from a garage sale and challenged Jeff to get them working.

Similar to this, the issue had been that one of the handsets had been dropped or otherwise knocked around to the point that the antenna had become detached, mostly, from the cable that connected it to the transmitter. It still sent signals, but they were filled with static and only transmitted a short range. Once fixed, he had to repair the second handset, it needed a new capacitor. That was the day Jeff learned how to solder, and more importantly what the properties of solder were.

It was highly conductive, which was why it was used to connect wires to circuit boards. Simply melt the solder and smear it across the wire and the connection point and wait for it to cool. With a relatively low melting point, it didn’t take long to cool and likewise it was easy to heat up to work with. Unfortunately that also meant that when there was some kind of catastrophic short circuit that generated an immense amount of heat that solder might melt and lose its connection.

As expected, whatever had disabled the ship had caused a similar short circuit here. Solder had melted, cables had come loose, and with that sparks flew. The antenna array was still mostly connected, but it could have been better. He could probably fix that if he had some kind of portable heat source. Surely Egg had the tools to fix ship and android alike in her workspace. Jeff didn’t want to leave Aria alone in the cockpit while he floated back and forth, and time was running short. The bursts of light from the power core were noticeably shorter, and the periods of darkness longer. Time and power and life support were running thin. As would the oxygen if things weren’t fixed, and soon.

There was power though, more than enough, and with a little bit of unsafe wiring, Jeff was pretty sure he could make something work. He pushed out from under the console and to the doorway, earning Aria’s curious gaze. He snatched Captain Liber’s arm and drug the power core along with it. It didn’t take long after that to have crossed just the right wires to pass enough current over the antenna wiring to generate enough heat to reliquify the solder. From there, it was just a matter of passing off the power core, and a stern warning not to touch the wires, and then push the antenna back in place.

He knew it was working, or at least working better, when the prevailing static cleared up and silence once again fell over the cockpit. Jeff pulled himself up again and took the core from Aria, who seemed thankful to be rid of it. Jeff took a moment to carefully undo the intentional short he had created and pin back the wires. Once done, the core was left to float.

Jeff got to work calling and dialing anyone he could. Most of the contacts were still showing as blank. No one was picking up, that is until he punched in a call to what amounted to the planetary neighborhoods head office. The voice was groggy, as if the call had come in while someone was napping or at least trying to.

“Planetary surveillance team Three three seven nine.” there was an exaggerated yawn. “Trent Alamay speaking.”

“Dad!?”

Aria and Jeff spoke in chorus with one another, equally surprised was Trent’s voice that distorted for only a moment before coming back.

“Jeff? Aria? What are you-”

“Dad, the ship was hit by something. The crew is, uh, dead? I think, I’ll explain later. We’re losing power!”

Nothing woke up a father quite like hearing their children in distress. And not just distress like throwing up in the middle of the night or crying over a bad break up. The textbook definition of distress, adrift in space. Those were his kids and he needed to help them. His brain jammed into gear and he was fully awake.

“Where’s your mother, Melody?”

“Knocked out, in their cabin.” Jeff lied. “But alive as far as I can tell.”

The vid-com was struggling to show a clear picture of Trent’s holographic depiction, a fact he was surely glad of. The look of suspicion he gave to Jeff would have told him that his father knew exactly what his wife and daughter were. More than that, he would have tipped his hand that he knew Jeff also knew what they were. That would have to wait though.

“Okay. Good. Power first, let me see what model ship you’re on. Hold.”

Hold. As if we’re going anywhere Jeff snarked silently to himself. His father was silent for a moment or two longer and then returned.

“Okay. Mirum’Itir is a Class Nine galaxy hopper, no major modifications to the engine it looks like. The ship's engineer logged all clear before lift off…uh, ok, Jeff you think you can get to the engines and flip on the com unit in there. Schematics look like it’s on the wall just to the right of the door.”

Just on the other side of Egg and Captain Liber’s body Jeff thought. Still, he confirmed that he could. Jeff immediately began pushing himself through the weightless space towards the door as he heard his father begin to comfort Aria. These trips to the engine room were getting easier as Jeff’s muscles remembered where to put his hands to grab and fling himself. He was also getting better at estimating how much force to put into his pushes so that he didn’t crash into the walls. With only a single crash he finally made it into the engine room.

There was a lot of debris floating here along with Egg and Liber’s bodies. They were still locked in place, mid-sex. Jeff took a moment to grab Egg by the leg and drag the pair of them away from the communication screen. The best he could do was force her arm to lock around the very support strut that had taken her head off. With the pair of naked and headless robots tucked away Jeff found and flipped on the communicator and only had a moment to wait before his father’s face wobbled into existence.

“Jesus..” he breathed before remembering that he was supposed to be helping. “Okay Jeff, let’s get to work I guess.”

It was just like when he had been younger. His father would instruct him and Jeff would find what he thought his dad was talking about, hold it up or otherwise indicate it, and he would either get a smug head shake or an approving nod. Now though, the communication was far more crisp and precise. Trent wanted to let Jeff know exactly what he was looking for, this wasn’t a test or exercise, this was the real deal.

It was heart pounding when the first wave of power outages rolled over their repairs. The engine grumbled and the lights went out. Aria squeaked from the cockpit where she had elected to stay and the call with Trent froze completely. Once the power returned and a connection was reestablished they got back to work. It became clear though that they would need to work fast and optimize the few minutes of power that they did get. Much like the communications array the engine had suffered a number of forced disconnections, primarily from the strut breaking loose and pulling away Egg’s somewhat mismanaged wiring job.

Like the console in the cockpit though, it was a matter of reconnecting those missing cables. The trouble was that some of them were never meant to come loose and had broken from the sharp impact. Stretched to their limits and snapped, the only solution was to find something conductive enough to carry data or power across the gap. More than once Jeff found himself stripping bundles of wires and weaving them together in the hopes of making a conduit that was strong enough to carry the load. Wrapped in all the electrical tape and insulation he could find, the job would have to do.

In the end, it took almost an hour, and in that time the periods of darkness drastically increased and the light became precious. Jeff, luckily, had his marching orders. He could work in the darkness with relative safety and connect his makeshift cabling when the power came back on. He was sure to position himself carefully when it was dark as well. With the power off it was the perfect time to connect a freshly spliced cable into what would otherwise be a live connection.

With the last cable connected and cinched into place with whatever non-conductive material Jeff could find in Egg’s little workshop, he was ready and waiting. If he and his father’s work was correct, then this would restore power once the engines cycled again. It would stay on permanently..or at least as long as the cabling held out. Now all that was left was to wait.

The darkness persisted longer than it should have. That was nothing new, Jeff told himself. But…maybe this was it. Maybe they had been just a few minutes too late. He shouldn’t have taken so long checking on Mom and Melody. Or..whatever Mom and Melody were now.

In the quiet darkness, with the ring of silence shattering his ears, what he saw became all he could think about. They were robots, that much was clear, but he hadn’t had a moment to really think about what that meant. Then the questions came flooding back in. Were they always robots? No surely not, he could remember Melody being a child, but he rarely remembered his mother aging. How could a robot possibly give birth to three humans?

Maybe he wasn’t human. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Maybe he was programmed to not know, and just think and act like a real person. Maybe they were the same way. Maybe Mom and Melody were machines but didn’t know it and acted human because that was what they were programmed to do. He blinked in the darkness, then shook his head. He realized he couldn’t be a robot because he had definitely been hurt before. He bled, he had broken a bone, he had held his breath while swimming and felt the angry burn in his lungs when he had stayed under for too long.

Had he ever seen that from Mel? Or his mother…or Aria?

The lights buzzed back to life. Not just flickering on but they came on, bright and beautiful. The shadowy dimness he had grown accustomed to over the last hour or two…or was it longer? Did it matter? It was gone now, replaced by the full brightness offered by overhead lighting. His father reappeared on the communicator, clear and bright as well.

“Hey hey! Look at that!” It was about the only congratulations Jeff was going to get for now.

“Everything looks to be better now, but, still no gravity.” Jeff commented.

“Yeah, that’s going to take a manual reboot. Float on back to the cockpit and we’ll get that going for you.”

“Sure thing. Wait.” Jeff said and earned a concerned look from his father. “Let me go secure Mom and Melody first.”

“Oh, yeah, good idea. Don’t want them bashing their brains in if they fall.”

Jeff heard it in his voice. There was no mistaking it either. His father had made sure to use a biological term for them, but there was a moment of hesitation. It was brief, but it was there. He knew, but he also wanted to keep hiding it from Jeff. Now wasn’t the time to question it. He nodded to his dad and floated out of the room and into the hall.

“I’m gonna go check on mom and Mel, Aria. I’ll be right back. But the power’s on for good now.” Jeff called to Aria and quietly added “I hope.”

They were both right where Jeff had left them. Floating lazily around the room they both shared for the moment. The bundle of cables connected into their bellies kept them somewhat tethered to one another, though Jeff remembered them both being a little more upright. The lack of gravity did make it a little more difficult to orient himself to what upright actually was.

Now that the lights were on, truly on, Jeff could see things much more clearly. Melody was missing her arms. They were fully detached and the connection joint in her shoulder reflected the all too bright lights well. It appeared to be some kind of shiny chrome with a hefty looking post attached to a ball joint. That ball was held firmly in a socket in Melody’s shoulder and surrounded by an array of motors, some larger than others, though they were all small enough to fit nicely in her body. Looking at it now Jeff could see that the central post worked as both a point to mount and connect her arm and provide it a good portion of mobility.

There were a few delicate looking wires floating around the joint as well. Most of them looked perfectly fine, and reminded Jeff of the kind of cables you might see inside a computer. Ribbon cables and shielded cables with rounded tips on them, likely to match up with a port inside of her arm, wherever that had gone. He needed to find both arms and get them some place safe so that when the gravity was restored they wouldn’t crash into something and break.

His eyes moved to his sister’s face. No, the robot that represented his sister…he wasn’t sure what she was. Then to his mother. Both were lovely, every bit as beautiful as anyone Jeff had ever seen, they just…weren’t human. They possessed the kind of manufactured beauty that you would expect on a model or internet personality. It was wholly artificial, he knew, but in the most realistic way possible. As if there were actually people who were naturally this good looking.

His mind darted, briefly to Aria. She seemed human enough and she was every bit as gorgeous as Melody and Monica. Though the comparison did little to help quell his suspicion that Aria might also be an android. Maybe she just didn’t know it. Maybe his mother and sister didn’t either.

Working quickly, Jeff managed to find and secure both of Melody’s arms and tuck them under the blankets on the bed which were still tightly held in place, folded under the mattress. Next he worked as quickly and gently as he could, pulling his mother and sister down towards the floor and packed them into the alcove where the bedding was. Like Melody’s arms, he tucked their legs up to the knee under the tightly held blankets and hoped that they would stay in place until the gravity returned. When it did the mattress looked like it would absorb a lot of the impact.

The device they were both connected to was left to float between the two of them. If he had to guess it was some kind of recharging station, though there were plenty more cables coming out of it and plugging into the two women for it to be simply power. Maybe there was software on it too? Something to keep them up to date out in space. He would have to ask them once he got them both working again. As he prepared to leave, he wondered if he could get them working again. His dad could, for sure, but that would entail him explaining to his dad what he had found. The threat of an awkward conversation with his father would have to wait until Jeff figured out the best way to bring it up, and perhaps figure out how he felt about it.

For now though simply securing the two would have to do. With any measure of luck they wouldn’t float too far away and they would land softly. He tucked his legs under him and gently shoved himself towards the door, catching the door jamb on the way past and swinging himself around to stop in the hallway. The two robotic women looked secure enough, though anyone passing by would probably get an eyeful. For now Aria didn’t need that, so Jeff tapped the door control and was happily met with the subtle hiss as the door closed itself.

Golly having the power back made things nice.

Next stop, the cockpit and a conversation with his dad about getting the artificial gravity back online, and then getting some kind of plan in place on how to salvage this mess.

Navigating the hallway and through the observation space was far easier or at least less nerve racking with the knowledge that the lights weren’t going to go out at any second or that the breath you just took might be your last. Even the most basic comforts were a huge weight off of Jeff’s mind and opened up a feeling of calm. They weren't out of the proverbial woods just yet, but having power and life support online did wonders for him.

It gave him precious space back in his brain. It allowed him to think. He needed to make some decisions and fast. Was he going to tell Aria about his mother and sister? How could he hide that type of thing if he chose not to? Would she be mad at him for not telling her? Was he mad at his father for doing the same thing?

Jeff sighed to himself and kicked off of one of the chairs in the observation room, propelling himself towards the hall that led past the engineering room and to the cockpit. And Aria. The quick left right turn to get himself in line with the cockpit was getting easier to do and Jeff smiled to himself briefly only to remember that the next step was to get artificial gravity back online, thus robbing him of the need to get good at these quick turn and kick maneuvers. All good things had to come to an end he supposed.

He arrived at the door to the cockpit. The flash of blue hair draped over the chair let him know that Aria was still there, still safe and sound. He tossed out his hands and grabbed both sides of the doorway and stopped his flight.

“Dad said we’ll get the gravity on next.” He commented as he halted, Aria looked up at him and nodded, though there was clearly something on her mind.

“Hey guys I think we might- a problem- eadzone- commun- disrup-”

The sound of his fathers voice distorting and halting was enough to summon more bile and adrenaline to Jeff’s throat. “Dad? Hey Dad!”

With that the communicator flickered and dimmed. He had heard the words “dead zone” or at least most of the words. Space was wide open, nothing in the way, how could there be a dead zone? Maybe his sloppy antenna repair work had finally given out…at least they got the power back on.

It took Jeff a moment or two to glance over the control console. He could figure out what most of the stuff meant, but the clear indicator was the steadily glowing green light next to the life support systems panel. Oxygen was flowing and there was no risk of a hull breech. They were safe, or at least safer, now. Jeff felt his heart rate sink a bit, not enough to make him feel comfortable, far from it, but he at least wasn’t terrified and working on adrenaline alone any more.

With a slightly calmer mind, he sank into the chair and exhaled what felt like three hours worth of held breaths. Something told him he needed to come clean with Aria. She deserved to know about their mother and sister. She would have questions, and he wasn’t sure he had answers. Once their father came back, surely they could ask.

“Aria. I… I think we need to talk a bit about Mom and Mel.”

Aria turned to look at him, her eyes were calm and her face remarkably easy.

“Yeah, I think we do.” she replied.

==Chapter Eleven==

The response gave Jeff a little pause. Aria had been so shaken and so all over the place since the crash, or impact, or whatever it had been, that this level of almost nonchalance was dysregulating Jeff. Maybe it was just the weight of worry lifted from her shoulders, or maybe it was a trauma response. Jeff surely knew that he would likely succumb to some sort of strange set of mental circumstances once the adrenaline stopped flowing.

Still, Jeff raised an eyebrow and looked towards Aria, briefly flicking to the control surfaces behind her. The video call with his father had faded away, the signal deteriorating to nothingness as they floated through a deadzone. It would pass, eventually, he knew, but for now it was just him, his sister, and the robots.

Jeff piqued an eyebrow at Aria, who still looked far too casual for comfort. The situation, drifting along in space all alone, with death and destruction all around them, it was all wrong. She had been an utter source of panic and until this very moment a constant worry in Jeff’s mind. Now, though, with some small amount of comfort from making contact with their father, the power back on and reliably running, oxygen and support flowing, she seemed to settle down. Like a switch had been flipped. Like she too was a machine and had disabled some block of programming. Jeff suspected as much, and now it was time to find out.

“So.” Aria began after sucking in a deep breath and letting it out through her nose. “You’ve seen Mom and Mel.”

Jeff nodded.

“You..you know what they are?”

Another nod. “And you do too?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah, I’ve known for a little while now.”

There was a mote of silence that dangled in the air. Something like an invisible wall between them. Oh, they could see each other just fine through it but Jeff felt like a thick, fluffy, almost pleasant, barrier of cotton settled in his mind. Aria knew that Melody and Monica were androids. Machines. Not human at all, and had kept it from Jeff. There was only one way to cut through that cotton laced wall.

“They’re robots. They’re…they aren’t-”

A sharp look from Aria cut off Jeff’s words.

“Look. They were human once upon a time. Melody grew up a human just like you and..and me. But there’s some kind of genetic disorder that runs in our family. Dad thinks it was something on the planet we were raised on that just kinda..changed us.”

“Us?” Jeff questioned.

“The girls. The genetic markers only affect females in the family, you and dad are safe from it.”

“But, what does it do? What does this have to do with Mom and Mel?”

“It kills us, slowly.” Aria said, her voice briefly catching in her throat. Jeff could see why, there was something in them that was eating them alive..Aria surely had it too… “The doctors said it causes necro- status?”

“Necrosis.” Jeff corrected, trying to keep his voice helpful and calming.

“Yeah, necrosis. So, it has to be removed. But it’s deep in the body. And we can’t just have arms and legs and lungs and stuff cut out every year. So, once it starts really showing up. You know, consuming parts of…us…we have to get on medication. It’s supposed to slow it down, but there’s no cure for it.”

Jeff looked at the door to the cockpit, to the hallway beyond, where in the darkness, tucked under some blankets, were two robots. They looked and acted and sounded like his family. But…

“So. The doctors. They…they turn you into…” Jeff stammered as the pieces fell into place.

“It takes a week or so. Mom told us her and Dad were on a vacation. She was in a clinic being converted. Mel…she never went to her friend's summer graduation party. She was at the same place. Getting…turning into a…a…”

Tears were glistening at the rims of her eyes and Jeff couldn’t help but drift forward and hug her for a moment. She sniffled and took some deep breaths, exhaling them with slow shuddering sobs. Jeff finally had to finish her thought for her.

“A robot.”

“Yeah.” Aria whispered back and pushed away just a little to allow herself to mash the palms of her hands into her eyes and wipe away the moisture there.

“And you..you have the same…”

Aria nodded.

“Does that mean that you’re also a-”

“No, I’m still human. The symptoms haven’t shown up yet. That’s one of the reasons Dad was so keen to get us off the planet. Maybe I’ll be safe, and whatever it is won’t get me. Maybe…maybe I can stay human.”

There was hopefulness, sadness, loss and light in her tone. Maybe she would survive where her sister and mother hadn't. Would that be better, or worse? She would have nothing in common with the women in her family. They would be ageless and maintained for ages to come, and she would eventually die.

Jeff, for his part, smiled a bit. He was beginning to understand. His mother and sister had faced the same choice Aria faced. Die, slowly, bodies consumed by something, or let the doctors do the work and turn you into a machine. Fully end your human life but allow you to persist as something else. Was that more or less selfish? Was that a life they wanted to live…or was it a life they had chosen for the sake of Jeff and his father and Aria. They would be around, they would still be themselves, in one way or another…right?

“Mom and Mel are okay, you know. I made sure they were secured and stuff. They…they might need some repairs though. Once we get the gravity working, that is. I’m sure Dad can help us with that.”

Aria shook her head. “Dad can help you with that. I- I don’t think I can see them like that. Because…because that might be me one day…”

Jeff couldn’t help himself. Or rather his mind couldn’t help itself. After fantasizing about Egg so recently and so viscerally, he imagined Aria as a robot too. Naked and unashamed of what she was. A beautiful smile on her lips as she looked down at her body. No arms, no legs, those had been detached and in their place were wires and cabling just dangling free. Her chest gone, and in its place were circuits and electronics. She was happy for it too, looking lustfully at Jeff.

Then another part of his own mind swept in and took the thoughts. They were gone, logged away for later. A moment later the same images of Melody and his mother briefly came in. Smiling robots, looking at him with desire and then scooped up and stored for some time in the future. There were more pressing matters now.

“Okay.’ Jeff croaked. “I’ll take care of them. If you don’t want to see them like that, I totally understand.”

Aria nodded and looked down at her lap where her hands were fidgeting with one another.

“Do..do you think they are still in there?” Aria stammered “Like. Do you think that's still Mom and Melody?”

Jeff looked at her, for a moment, he didn’t know. It was a question he had been wrestling with since he first discovered what they were. His Mom had never ever seemed different. The transition from human to machine had been so perfectly flawless that there was no real distinction between them. Likewise, Melody had been moody at times for certain, and it seemed like the complaints were disproportionately geared towards ongoing medical treatments, though that was all Jeff had ever picked up on. Her attitude and mannerisms were still distinctly Melody.

Flashes and snippets of conversations, half overheard, came to Jeff’s mind. Comments about not quite feeling like herself or how the treatment might have been making her feel. But all of those were in her voice and with her attitude. A conversation in the hallway at the beginning of this very trip seemed to indicate that too, that she had already been changed from a human into a robot and now was grappling with ongoing care. That would explain why she was partially disassembled and linked to some kind of servicing unit or recharger.

“I think they are. Dad wouldn’t do something like that to them if he didn’t think they would still be his wife and daughter.” Aria nodded at that before Jeff continued. “Besides, if you and I can’t tell the difference between human and robot, is there really any distinction to be made?”

Aria tilted her head at that.

“If the robot looks and talks and acts and thinks and has all of Melody’s memories, and you and I can’t tell any difference between her as a human and her as a robot…then…is there really a difference?”

That seemed to get Aria thinking. She was certainly not the thinker of the family, though she was no pretty idiot either. Admittedly though, this was deep, heavy stuff. Even Jeff had to admit to himself that there were still questions to be answered, and there might not be a good, solid conclusion on the other side of it. There might just have to be a cold acceptance of who and what his family was. He himself needed to suss out what those facts meant to him and how he felt about them. Were the two robots in the room at the end of the hall really his mother and sister? Were they just machines that put on a good performance because of how well they were programmed? If it was the latter, did that really matter? Like he had told Aria, if he couldn;t tell the difference after all these years then was there really any merit in worrying about it? They were what they were, and depending on when his mother’s conversion had happened, that might have just been the version of her that he had known for the majority of his life.

Melody was a different story. He had definitely been around her as she grew into adulthood. He had seen her grow and evolve and then, suddenly, there was a cut over. Her humanity had ended abruptly and she had become something else. Something stuffed with wires and electronics and made into a mechanical being. Was that the better of the two options? Die a human, or live on as a machine. A rock and a hard place.

One thing was clear, he needed to talk to his dad, he needed some time to process his feelings, and the squirming heat of lust was starting to coil in his belly again. Thinking of his family, his mother, his sister, as objects of lust rather than people was beginning to manifest again. Though, now there seemed to be something more and less taboo about it. He felt himself craving them, wanting to explore them, not just as a fascinating piece of technology, or as a philosophical debate on personhood…but as sexual objects.

The mental gymnastics in his mind weren’t hard to work through. He could fantasize about them with no guilt since they weren’t actually humans. They might have looked like his family, but they might as well have just been sextoys with their faces. That thought crystallized in his mind and began to spread. It took over logical boundaries and began to change how he thought and felt about them.

They weren’t humans. And that changed some things.

“Stay here, see if you can get a hold of Dad again, send him text messages too and see if those make it through. I…I need some time alone.”

Aria looked at him and nodded once. The way he had phrased it made it seem like he just needed to process his feelings, but the raw desire inside of him was taking over and he needed to do something about it.

He drifted out of his seat, to the door and gripped the frame. He looked back at Aria who was already working on the controls, then he looked back to the hall. It was light now, he could see everything. There was no shadow to conceal a hidden truth or deep swallowing darkness into the ship. There was just light, clarity. He knew what he was going to do. He launched into the hall, floating along with far more purpose than he had had in several hours. Heading for the guest quarters. Heading for the two robotic women in one of those rooms.

The trip there was a far more enjoyable trip than previous efforts. The lights helped, seeing where he was going and allowing him a better sense of distance and travel along with actually seeing what does and does not lurk in those shadows did wonders for him. It was, however, more about what was on the other end of that trip that was the driving factor.

The lights had banished the darkness and lifted the lingering mysteries of what was lurking around the corner. Jeff’s conversation, similarly, had lifted a darkness that had hung over them about their mother and sister. Jeff was still sorting out his feelings on what, exactly, that reveal meant to him and the relatively short float through the ship had given him precious little time to contemplate it. Moreover, as he finally reached the far end of the observation bay Aria’s voice carried down the ship from the cockpit.

“Jeff. Text from Dad just got in.”

That was quick, Jeff thought, but text packets were small and much easier to brute force through a weak connection. The ship must have released a torrent of the same data packet over and over, hoping that all the parts arrived and could be reassembled. Likewise a response would have been beamed to them in a similar fashion. Maybe video calls weren’t going to be the best solution.

“Sending it to your tablet.” She called and Jeff got the distinct feeling that Aria had made herself cozy at the front of the ship and would stay there unless forced out.

“Got it, thanks!”

That diverted Jeff’s course only a little. His room was down the same hall as the two robotic women he had been heading for, so a small detour to his room to snag his tablet was of no consequence to him. What would derail his plans and shunt the lustful thoughts rolling around his mind to the back was what his father had sent him.

The tablet was twirling in a lazy circle around Jeff’s room. He had made no effort to secure anything when he had made a hasty retreat and so, of all places, his room was still in disarray. Egg’s engineering workspace might be the only place that was more of a mess and only from the sheer volume of small knick-knacks that had been on her desk. Jeff’s mind followed that room deeper into the engine room beyond..to Egg’s headless body, her head somewhere in the room, maybe in one piece, maybe in a dozen. The fact that just thinking about it was quickly becoming a turn on to him was an interesting piece of self discovery, and would make for some contemplation later, for now he had work to do.

His father had sent him a data packet that contained a lot of smaller documents inside of it. Schematics on the ship, or at least the stock schematics, there was a note saying that he was unsure if the captain had made any modifications to the original plans. From what he had seen and from tinkering with only a little bit of wiring, he was certain that there were some deviations. Egg’s job would be woefully uneventful if everything was standardized.

Along with that there were some hand written instructions on a few topics. The first was artificial gravity and how to reboot that particular system. A quick scan of the other documents told Jeff that there were more repair documents and one in particular that, judging by the file size, would be quite the read. It was labeled as a repair guide for humanoid androids and robotic entities.

Useful, he thought, but sadly low priority at the moment.

Gravity first.

The process for restoring the gravity would take him back to the engine room. As he floated into the space his eyes instinctually snapped to the pair of ruined robots there. With the lights on he could see Egg’s naked body. The smooth curves of her hips and the perfectly rounded breasts that seemed to be strangely firm. Maybe that was the lack of gravity. With the lights on he could also see more of the field of debris that surely came from her and the captain's destroyed neck. Small specks and pieces of plastic and metal drifted about with no intended trajectory.

He could also see the array of control panels set into the walls around the room that were not visible before. Either the lack of power to the panels or the distraction of the two androids and their state. It didn’t matter at the moment, there was work to be done.

Jeff pulled out his Personal Data Assistant Tablet and summoned the instructions his father had sent him. He had read them before and scanned over the schematics and diagrams that went along with it. At the time it had been a confusing mess of buttons and sequences, but now as he floated in front of the control panel that the diagrams depicted he had hoped they would make more sense. If anything, they made less sense.

The diagrams were technical schematics, with instructions and illustrations laid out in some kind of CAD program. There were dark, bold, black lines that depicted the exact shape of the buttons and where they were. Even if Jeff held the PDAT up in front of him and kept his eyes still and moved it out of the way, the control panels on the wall were ever so slightly different. Those exact button shapes had been worn down or fully replaced, likely by Egg, and likely many times over. There was blue tape over some of the buttons and in other places there was just a metal plate welded in place over some of the controls.

It would take another half an hour of reading, rereading, and some educated guessing, to get the control panel to do what he had hoped for. Twice he stepped out into the hall and called up towards the cockpit that he thought he was about to restore gravity, and that Aria should settle down and hang on. Twice it had failed. So as he worked and finally enabled the right systems, in the right order, or so he thought, he pressed the button that he hoped to engage the gravity. He hadn’t bothered to warn Aria, assuming he had gotten it wrong again.

Jeff, and unseen by him, Aria as well, felt something. Just when their bodies had started becoming used to the sensation of floating freely, even when bucked into a seat, weight began to return. It was subtle at first, just a small tugging after something deep inside of the ship groaned ominously. Jeff felt his stomach sinking, not in a mental kind of way, literally sinking inside of his body. His arms felt heavy all of a sudden and he felt his shoulders suddenly taking on the weight of things. His hair, previously floating loosely around his head, fell against his skull.

Next came the noises. All around him, all around the ship, came a sort of sudden but gentle tinkling sound. It was akin to the sound of a bag of small marbles being dumped onto the ground, and it took a moment for Jeff to realize what it was. Those small objects from around the ship began to fall. Knick-knacks, baubles, screws from Egg’s workbench, small projects she would never get to finish, all of them were snatched by the influx of artificial gravity. For the first time in a while things were hitting the ground and bouncing.

From the cockpit Aria yelped as the gravity increased and pulled her down into the captain's seat she had been belted into. It wasn’t a drop or anything, just the sensation of finally having to exert her muscles to hold her arms or head up. Jeff too felt the sudden and nauseating sensation of gravity acting on him. Then with another, deeper, and somehow more guttural, almost primal groan, the artificial gravity came fully online.

Heavier things fell to the ground. Egg and the Captain’s body crumpled weirdly to the engine room floor and deep metal groans cackled around him as the support struts took on the weight they were designed to hold up. The sounds of a thousand different mechanical things and the tools to work on them hitting the floor from the engineering room filled Jeff’s ears in a weirdly angry cacophony of sound. He couldn’t help but heave for a moment, though he didn’t fully vomit, though he was very close to doing so. The last thing he needed was more stench in the room and another mess to clean up.

He found that walking felt somewhat unnatural. It was a quick sensation to get over and soon he was walking fine again, but having spent several hours floating weightlessly the feeling of putting one foot in front of the other to propel him forward was odd. As expected the engineering room was a mess. Wires, mechanical parts, tools, and so many small pieces of equipment were scattered on the floor. Egg hadn’t exactly been tidy in her work space, but this was just a mess. Jeff found that having no shoes on was suddenly a problem, and after stepping on something that poked the sole of his foot for the third or fourth time, he simply used his foot to sweep things aside before stepping forward.

“Aria? You okay?” Jeff called and Aria gave him a half hearted confirmation that she was, though it came between panting breaths. She was definitely throwing up.

“Okay I’m going to go check on Mom and Mel. I think Dad sent me some instructions on how to fix them, at least a little.”

“Yeah.” It was a weak reply, and it sounded as if the mere act of speaking was making Aria more sick.

“Just stay put, I’ll be back soon”

Jeff didn’t wait for a reply. He was already walking down the hall, towards the observation lounge and the guest quarters beyond. His heart was pounding as well making it hard to talk himself out of returning to his original plan for going to see the two robotic women.

==Chapter Twelve==

Jeff struggled, at first, to push the overly lustful thoughts from his mind. Though the fight he put up was a weak one. By the time he was walking out of the large observation lounge, his mind had been made up. Not about any of the deeper or more meaningful questions that had been on his mind. Those were long conversations he would have to have with himself in the quiet peace of his own room. For now the relative calm of the situation left the coppery taste of adrenaline in his mouth and his heart pounding. He had pent up emotions and his body was flush with a strange cocktail of chemicals.

His own biological desires had creeped into his brain and left him feeling, for lack of a more concise term, incredibly horny.

It wasn’t any one thing that was influencing him. Rushing blood and chemicals only went so far. The thrill of seeing into Egg’s arm earlier had lodged itself in his brain like a barb. The knowledge that his mother and sister, though family, weren’t exactly family, or at least that was what he concluded at the moment. In his mind, Melody and Monica weren’t anything other than machines. Like Egg, they might look human, but they weren’t, and given the nature of his previous fantasy about the robotic mechanic, his hormones agreed.

The door into the room where Jeff had left the two women slipped out of the way with much greater ease than before. No need to exert himself shoving it open and working against the motor systems that would have kept it closed. He approached, tapped on the controller next to the door, and it hissed open.

The room beyond was, as expected, a mess. Not in the same way that Egg’s workshop or the engine room was. There was less of a scattering of knick-knacks and trinkets, and more of a general sense of disarray. Clothes and underwear were scattered around the room, clearly the luggage that his mother had brought along had floated free and when gravity was restored, it all just fell to the floor. Mixed in with the clothes were tools and some of the contents of what must have been a tool kit. Bits of wire, cabling, parts that Jeff couldn’t identify, and electronics.

His eyes darted to one side of the room and found the tool kit in question, a heavy looking plastic box that reminded him a little too much of the fold out tackle box he had as a child when he would go fishing. Small trays with supplies haphazardly strewn across it, covering small circuit boards or other components. In the main compartment were larger pieces nestled along with a coil of some kind of thick cabling. Long, thin tools with a sturdy plastic handle resting alongside needle nosed pliers and fine point tweezers.

Everything you would need to do maintenance on an android if you were on a long space voyage and wanted to keep your identity discreet.

The gravity had also pulled the two robots back downward. Jeff’s efforts to tuck them under the blankets to keep them from drifting away had worked well enough, as both of them lay sprawled in the general vicinity of the bed alcove. What he hadn’t prevented was how they would land.

Monica, his mother, seemed to have fallen back onto the bed with little to no fanfare. Her body lay draped over the mattress, legs slightly akimbo. It was the kind of sprawl that, if she had been alive and awake, might have been uncomfortable. For now though she looked fine, if not a little awkward. One arm was pressed against the wall while the other hung out into open space. It looked as if Melody had come loose and had been free floating a bit when gravity was restored.

From where Jeff stood in the doorway she had fallen on top of her mother, and then crashed to the floor, or perhaps landed on her mother then slid off and fell to the floor as the second wave of gravity took hold. Regardless of the order, the results were still the same. Jeff saw her shoulder joints gleaming in the freshly powered overhead lights, that was expected. Her arms were surely somewhere on the bed, likely nestled among his mother’s body. The electronics there looked to be perfectly normal and intact. The chrome disks set into the shoulder were still smooth and ready to accept the arm connection, and the gold plated alignment rods that jut forth from the shoulder were eager to accept their missing limbs.

The placid look on her face was disjointing though, especially given the odd angle and clear damage to the neck.

Jeff stepped into the room simply so that the door would close behind him. Once it had, he knelt down next to his sister and looked over her neck. She had clearly landed on her head and then the weight of her body had pressed downward, turning her head far past what the artificial skin could handle. He was afraid to move her, at least not without doing something to ensure a more soft landing. He was also afraid to leave her as she was since any jostle might fully tear her head off and cause her body to collapse. Adding to the anxiety was the presence of the interface cable that ran from a panel Jeff could now see in her chest to some sort of device that had landed on the bed. Monica was connected to the same device and Jeff could only speculate as to what it was.

With his PDA in hand Jeff snapped a few pictures of Melody’s broken neck. He made sure to get in close and try to capture the damage from every angle. Once done, he sent it to his father in the hopes that there would be some kind of quick fix that could easily be done. But he would have to wait for the data to reach his father. Who knew how long that or a solution might take to return to him. So he pulled open the robotic maintenance handbooks instead to try and find a solution on his own.

There was plenty of information to absorb and after a page or two Jeff found himself flicking through the pages to try and find something that was more pertinent to the broken neck joint. While nothing came up about repairing the joint, there was a section on how to disengage it. From what he could understand, which was a little, but not nothing, there was an internal switch that could normally be flipped through the skin. Of course, with the skin torn as it was it would be a little easier to reach. According to the diagram, once the latch was undone, he could safely remove Melody’s head from the neck and, with some luck, prevent further damage.

Before that though he had some preparation to do. The cable in her chest likely needed to be disconnected to prevent pulling whatever it was plugged into onto them both, or worse, breaking it. Whatever it was seemed important to both Melody and Monica. Next, he wanted to have some kind of cradle or soft spot to set her head once it was free to prevent any further damage, a waded up pile of clothes would have to do. Jeff made sure to punch down a small crater in the middle of it to help cradle the head. Then, it was simply time to get to work.

He needed something like a screwdriver to push into the latch on the far side of her exposed neck, and the tool chest provided just the thing. A long metal tool that resembled in every meaningful way a regular screwdriver, though there was no tip to it. Rather, there was a tip, but it was tapered down to a fine point. He didn’t know what it was for normally, but for now, it would work. Both latches would need to be undone at the same time or he risked one popping free, shifting her head, and locking the other latch with little hope of undoing it.

The cable in her chest was easy enough to figure out, there were two clips on either side of the connector. Simply pinching it released the cable, but Jeff took painstaking time to gently wiggle it free, not wanting to jostle her any more than he had to. Eventually it was out and he coiled up the cable and tossed it onto the bed. Once done he took a step back, plucked up his courage and suppressed the desires in his chest, and settled down onto the floor next to his robotic sister.

Into the side of her neck went the tool first, pushing behind some kind of rubberized tube, which Jeff assumed was some kind of esophagus analog. It felt like it took far longer than it did, simply because every snagged wire or small bit of resistance was met with Jeff freezing, backing off and attempting to reposition the tool. Eventually, he felt the small clasp on the far side of her neck. With one hand still on the tool, he gingerly wriggled one finger into the side of her neck closest to him and fumbled around for the other latch. Once he found it, he took a deep breath, prepared himself to catch her falling body, and pushed.

The latches popped free, and her head was loose. Jeff let go of the tool and darted up to grab her body. She did indeed begin to slide further down and had Jeff not caught her, likely done more damage to the neck joint and head. It took some effort, but Jeff was able to guide her to the ground in a somewhat controlled tumble. Her body still lay in a very uncomfortable looking position, but at least the threat of more damage was gone.

With Melody safely on the ground now, Jeff took the opportunity to fully detach her head. He found that he needed to wiggle it back and forth, side to side, and even simply tug on it a bit in order for it to fully come free of the latches in her neck. All of which made Jeff feel as if something was wrong, worse that it was his fault too. Still, in the end he was able to get her head free and he placed it on the small cradle he had made. Her face, still staring vacantly at nothing at all, would watch the rest of Jeff’s activities.

As much as Jeff wanted those activities to be sensual, he couldn’t help but try and take care of Melody- of his sister…she was so helpless like this. No arms, and now no head. Now that he had the chance to take a closer look at her he was able to see the extent of the damage a little closer.

When the gravity had pulled her back down she had clearly landed on Monica and then slipped off of the bed, down to the floor. Her head had hit first and the weight of her body had pushed into her neck joint and turned at just the wrong angle. The skin had stretched and ripped, which fascinated Jeff. He peered at the top of her neck, now missing the head, and saw that the skin tore across a clear delineation across her neck and throat. It must have been where her head would properly detach from, though it seemed to have ripped and torn in a few more jagged edges. His eyes darted over to her head, still cradled slightly to the side and found the missing chunks of her artificial flesh there.

Peering into her throat and the electronics inside, everything seemed to be in the right place. Not that Jeff knew how things were supposed to look in the first place, but he was encouraged by the fact that he didn’t see anything immediately out of place. Even glancing for a moment at the instruction manual his father had sent him made him feel like things were as they should be. With the lump of anxiety excised from his throat at that, he turned his attention to Monica.

She lay still on the bed, uncomfortable though she might have looked, she was in one piece. At least as far as Jeff could tell. Her face, like Melody’s, was locked in an expression somewhere between surprised and annoyed. Jeff looked at her, and maybe it was the light or the revelation of what she was, but there was something new there. He felt like he was looking at her, truly, for the first time. Until now she had just been “mom” to him. She was an outline, a collection of features and blurs that coalesced together into a singular entity, but there was no definition there.

Now, though, he saw her. The smoothness of her skin, it wasn’t flawless and Jeff imagined that was intentional. She was built to sell the image of being a human still, and no matter the skincare routine, no one’s skin was flawless. Her’s was close though. Her eyes too, were close to perfect little glassy orbs locked behind smooth eyelids. Her lips, slightly parted and seemingly perfectly red. Jeff realized that he had never seen them without lipstick and it made him wonder if it was makeup, or if that was just the pigment in whatever synthetic material made up her mouth.

Leaning in he could see the whisper of that same seam line across her throat that Melody had. Daring to place his hands on her neck, he felt around for a moment and located the same latches just under the skin that Melody had as well. He felt no need to detach her head as well, though he did trail his fingers down her throat to her collarbone and then to the cable in her chest. Pinching in on those clamps and releasing it. It soon joined the cable that had been plugged into Melody. Jeff thought it pertinent to remove the whole device and connected cables from the bed and store it safely in the corner of the room with the tools.

Freed from the equipment now Jeff could take her in a bit more. Her chest had always just been there, part of her that he had never fully taken notice of. Now, with hormones raging and a greying outlook on who and what she was, Jeff found himself enamoured. They were slightly larger than one would have expected for Monica’s build. Jeff chalked it up to the ample amount of loose fitting sweaters she normally wore. Now, though, he couldn’t help but look at the gentle curvature her breasts made against her shirt.

Perhaps he hadn’t really noticed before, but Monica didn’t appear to be wearing anything below her waist at the moment, save for a pair of high waisted panties. Her long smooth legs, still tangled awkwardly along the bed, appeared toned and almost perfect. Like the rest of her. Jeff wondered if that was intentional and his mind pondered the process of her conversion.

Images of his mother danced across his mind's eye. Checking into some kind of clinic, nanobots crawling around inside of her, reshaping her. He had only ever known her to look the way she did now, but he also wondered if she looked different before becoming a robot. Once she was fully robotic she could look however she, or perhaps however their father, wanted her to look. He could just imagine her being taken apart, parts replaced to make her look more in line with this current look, parts and pieces and limbs scattered across an industrial workspace.

He swallowed hard, the heat of seeing his mother now as less and less human and more and more of a machine. A robot. A thing. It was making his pants feel a little uncomfortable as his erection began to harden. An easy solution, his brain told him, just remove your pants. An idea that took no time at all to register as the correct course of action. So his hands moved to his pajama pants and slipped them off of his hips.

Even Jeff was a little surprised at just how turned on he was. Sudden bouts of arousal were no stranger to him, he was still young afterall, but still this seemed unexpected. His eyes darted back to his mother, her body, her breasts, and the panties standing between him and what he wanted. They were quickly removed, another barrier out of his path, and as they slipped down her long, shapely legs they revealed a small, well trimmed strip of hair just above her slit. Immaculately cared for, though Jeff realized that the hair likely never grew, it was installed that way and would remain as it was until…until what? It was replaced? Removed and swapped for something else. Monica was an android and biological certainties didn’t affect her.

She wasn’t biological. She isn’t biological. The phrase solidified itself in Jeff’s mind as he slipped into the bed between her legs. He had gripped her ankles and helped, first, to disentangle them from the sheets and set them straight, and then spread them wide. He had an entry way now and he would be using it.

His hands rest on the inside of her thighs, gliding upwards as Jeff found himself pushing his torso forward, his mouth salivating. Fingers arriving at the very edges of her lips before his tongue did. He gently parted her flesh before laying a barrage of kisses across her sex. She was still dry, and perhaps that added to the thrill for Jeff. Her skin might have felt real, but without her moving, moaning, wettening, she felt so much less than human. Her stiff legs on either side of his head added to the shattered illusion. At this moment his mother was little more than an offline piece of equipment.

A collection of wires and cables, connected circuit boards and finely crafted mechanisms and modules. All of it was wrapped tightly in a very attractive and human looking casing. Her skin, real though it felt, was cold at the moment. He knew she expelled heat from her skin, he had hugged her or held her hand or even just been close enough to feel that heat. None of that human-like warmth was here now. Replacing it was the cold and clinical. There was no doubt that Jeff’s tongue was slavering over an artificial pussy.

He didn’t mind, far from it, the juxtaposition only spurred his lust onward. His fingers pressed down on her folds and pulled them open and allowed him a deeper place to pleasure. He felt his own cock twitching and his mind begged to be allowed more. He needed it, deep down in a place where logic wasn’t allowed. Raw sexual desires were in the driver's seat now.

He pulled back, reluctantly, and checked to make sure there was a bit of a sheen to her entrance. His own saliva would have to do for now. He nudged himself upwards and aligned the tip of his all too hard member with her. For a moment, brief though it was, his lust left a small opening for reason. Was this really okay? He was about to cross a line and-

Time was up. His hips thrust forward and he was inside of her.

She was tight, and that was okay with Jeff. It felt incredible as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. Some of his own saliva clung to his shaft and lubricated the way further, though soon it gave out and he was met with raw flesh. That’s where the discomfort started, that was the limit. It wasn’t nearly enough for Jeff, he wanted more, he wanted it all. This would have to do though and perhaps in the future he could do something else. The idea of making love to her while she was online formed and stuck itself deep in the lizard brain inside of his head. She would squirm and moan, sigh his name and wrap her legs around him. She would beg him to fuck her harder.

His imagination was allowed to run rampant with the robotic woman below him. In and out he slid. The slickness there sustained by the presence of a bit of pre-cum from him. He found himself fumbling with the hem of her shirt and thrusting a hand under her bra to grope at her. In his mind he imagined her sensually pulling the same garments up and over her head, smiling as she did so. Her breasts bouncing and ready, her nipples hard. She would slink towards him with a lustful smirk that told Jeff what she wanted.

A tightness in his lower abdomen told Jeff he was out of time. He hadn’t thought of what to do ahead of time, and now a rolling orgasm was on its way. He was still deep inside his robotic mothers slit. Surely she could handle that, but what if she was offline? He had read the section on how to power on these two androids, but would that help? Would it make things worse? He had to try or else risk leaving a mess inside of her that might cause more damage and more than one awkward conversation.

He yanked his hand free of her breast even as his hips continued to thrust inside of her, seemingly without his permission. It didn’t matter, there was no stopping it now. He leaned forward, causing him to slip just a little deeper inside of her, and used both hands to pry open her mouth. Once done he rammed two fingers deep inside and began tapping around her soft pallet, attempting with desperation to find the one small hard spot there. Finally he found it and pressed upwards.

There was a click, and then nothing for a short while. He was still thrusting, faster now and with some kind of desperation behind it. He wanted to stop himself but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Then his mothers eyes began to flicker, her face warming a little and her expression falling from surprised to something neutral. Her voice carried out into the empty space as well.

“Power on self test complete. Sudden power loss detected. Update progress halted. Please resume update progress.”

Jeff couldn’t hold it in much longer. He was breathing hard and groaning under his breath.

“Sexual systems in use. Activate human emulation?” Monica asked.

“N-no. Disable..uh, denied.” Jeff tried desperately to recall what the proper wording was.

It was something he said, because Monica lay still, her body bumping and rolling beneath his thrusts and then he burst inside of her. He felt movement there too, something from his mother was taking him, almost like it was expecting the orgasm and whisking it away to some storage container inside of her torso. He felt the gentlest of suctions across his shaft, even as he fell back onto his hands. He was panting and his mother was just laying there, activated just a moment before his orgasm.

He sat there panting for a moment and looking at her. She was online, in some form or another, but she wasn’t his mother. She was just powered on, like a computer waiting at a screen prompting you to continue. Jeff’s senses rushed back and he looked to the door, it was still closed, no one had seen him. He had gotten away with it all and he smiled at that. He looked down at Monica.

“How do I resume updates?”

“Power down this unit. Plug it into the android service console, and power it back on.”

The thing he had disconnected earlier. It was an update console. That made sense and explained why Monica and Melody had both been connected. He looked over his shoulder at the blocky thing in the corner and then back to Monica. He opened her mouth and stuck his fingers inside then pressed the power button on the roof of her mouth. She closed her eyes and remained silent after that.

==Chapter Thirteen==

“What authorization could you possibly need!?” Trent shouted into the flickering ghost of a vid-screen. “That’s my family out there!”

“Trent, I understand why you’re upset but-”

“Do you though?” Trent snapped as he threw his hands into the air in frustration.

He had hastily dragged another vid-screen into his office and connected it to a dedicated system to allow him to have a second, independent computer set up. He wanted to have something that wouldn’t be interrupted if Jeff sent another data packet or communication line or…or anything…

“Yes, Trent, I do. If it was my family I would be in a panic as well. But there is food, water, and from what your report says, power and life support.” The man on the other end of the vid-screen sighed. “From the standpoint of a rescue operation, they are in a pretty good place. We can likely get the ship back on course remotely.”

It was hard to quell the fury in his mind. His wife and one of his daughters didn’t care a single lick about food or water or life support. They needed to be fixed. Properly. He had every confidence in Jeff and his ability to get them up and running but that didn’t mean that they were fully repaired. They needed a real service technician to correct any damage that they might have suffered. They needed a full system scan and check up to ensure their software was working as expected. An expert needed to get access to their personality programming and ensure there was no corruption.

Those kinds of operational processes took time, and equipment and the longer they waited the worse it could get. At a certain point there would be enough cognitive degeneration that there was a very real possibility that Melody and Monica would never ever be the same. But, of course, he couldn’t just shout that at the team lead for this colonization effort.

“Sir.” Trent never called anyone sir unless he was really angry, “I understand the resource requirement and the logistics to get a rescue operation in place. But I need you to understand that there are reasons I need to ensure that my family is safe.”

Trent sighed.

“Alex. Please.”

The man on the screen wobbled as the vid-screen’s long distance transmission encountered some kind of distortion. Something out in space had briefly passed through the stream of bits. The image wobbled again and then flickered back into place. Alex, the man who was, for lack of a better word, Trent’s boss’s boss, let out a breath. The noise cancelling microphones detected it, and scrubbed it from the audio, assuming it was just some background noise. The movement was there though, the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

“I’ll see what I can do, Trent. I owe you that much at least.”

Trent pressed his lips into a hard line, nodded and thanked the man who had been both a long time friend and an essential part of his career path. Trent had helped keep Alex’s wife up and running more than once in the past. All under the table, of course. No one liked to admit their spouse was a robot. Alex had no idea about Trent’s own family, and he wanted to keep it that way.

The screen flickered and Alex was gone. Trent let out a breath that felt like it had been cooped up in his chest for hours. Now all he could do was wait and hope and try his best not to go stir crazy. He looked over at the other console, hoping that a message would come in from Jeff or Monica, or Aria, or anyone…anyone at all.

Everything was easier with gravity, except for hauling heavy android update unit things around. Jeff had been deceived by the device his mother and sister had been plugged into. When he had first drifted into the room before, however long ago that was, he had seen the blocky thing floating between them. Maybe it had been blind panic, shock, and disorientation, but the thing didn’t look all that heavy. Even when he had gently pulled the two robotic women into place in the room and the box floated along with them it hadn’t seemed all that weighty.

Now, though, he knew. With gravity back online and power in the room he had to move it by hand. There were small wheels on the bottom of the thing, but Jeff had foolishly guided it to the ground and landed it on the side. Now, legs bent and hands wiggled under it, he had to lift the whole thing by himself and get it onto those wheels before he could even think about getting it over to the two inactive androids.

Through clenched teeth Jeff grunted once, then again, then sucked in a deep breath. He felt his arms trembling as he lifted with his arms, his legs, and his back. He knew that was the improper form, but he was also fairly confident he wasn’t about to blow out his back either. He managed to lift the thing past its tipping point and it landed on the wheels with a hard thump. Jeff stopped at that, waiting and listening to make sure that nothing had jostled loose inside of it. Everything was quiet and good.

He looked down at the thing and immediately wanted to swear. He didn’t, save for in his head.

The large blocky thing was plastered with some barcodes, serial numbers, and a number of connection points where some kind of cable could be plugged in. Most of them were empty, ready to accept but not connected to anything. There were two that had thick cables connected into them though, the ones he had seen before, the ones that connected to Melody and Monica’s chest ports. One on either side of the heavy terminal, one was perfectly fine, connected, clipped in place and coiled up where Jeff had left it.

The other one was mashed into the side of the console. The data port was crammed full of shattered plastic and frayed wiring. Some of it even looked as if it had been shoved deeper into the unit itself. The cable was turned at an odd angle and some broken wiring jut out of it. The image was reminiscent of his sister’s neck before he had detached it.

“Looks like you’re only getting updated one at a time.” Jeff muttered to no one.

Upon further thought, that was going to be okay anyway. His eyes darted over to Melody, most of her at least. He had laid her body flat on the ground, her torso and legs were fine, but her arms were piled up on the far side of her body, along with her head. The eyes were still open, he had tried to close them and it was just too fiddly to manage, so he left them open. Though he had turned her away when he saw that she was staring in his direction while he had…

Was there a term for what he had done? Was it really sex? His mother had been fully offline and hadn’t exactly consented, so was it…no, but she was a robot and those kinds of terms really didn’t apply to machines…did they? On top of that it had been his mother, or at least something that looked like his mother. Did that matter? There were far too many questions and a severe lack of answers, and besides, Jeff had work to do.

He hefted the machine across the room, small though the room was, it still seemed to take a lot of time and effort. The castors on the bottom of the machine didn’t seem to be rolling or were getting jammed on something. Jeff thought about seeing if there was a lock on them or something to help it move easier, but by the time the thought crossed his mind he was already in place.

With the service unit in place he settled down on the floor next to the machine that looked like his mother. The panel in her chest was still open, and every time Jeff looked at it his eyes drifted downward. Her breasts were magnificent, her nipples still seemed to be pert and perky. She was every young man's fantasy come to life, a beautiful, mature woman who still had the youthful firmness to her body, but the maturity of womanhood. His hands had been on those breasts too, it was only a few minutes ago, but he already felt like he could grope them again, her legs could be spread wide again, he could be inside of her once more.

He took a deep breath. Focus Jeff! One thing at a time.

He looked over at the robot service update…thing, and grabbed the thick bundled connector. Lining it up with the connector port in her chest was easy enough, and of course he needed to place a hand on her body to stabilize her as he inserted the plug, what better place than her breast? Still, there was a satisfying click that let him know that the connection had been made, one more squeeze on her chest and then he let go.

In a moment of clarity and focus, Jeff pushed himself up to standing and reached over to the bed and pulled the blanket from the mattress there. He draped it lightly over Monica’s body, tucking it under her a little and ensuring that her chest was covered, while leaving plenty of room for the connector. Now it was just a matter of powering her back on and getting the updates to resume.

Her mouth was already agape from before and Jeff found he was becoming a little more adept at finding that hard patch of tissue just beyond her soft palate. Pushing in on it he pulled out his fingers and settled down on the floor next to her, and waited. He didn’t have long to wait. As he looked at her face for any kind of noticeable change he saw the irises in her eyes adjusting slightly, open and closed, taking in light and surroundings. Her features seemed to relax in a way that was perceptible but hard to quantify. It was as if whatever artificial musculature was under the skin had finally released a hold it had held while she was offline.

Her eyes fluttered for a moment before she spoke. “Unit online. Booting. Error. Update paused mid-installation. Resume installation and update process now?”

Her voice sounded flat, not quite monotone, but lacking any emotional cadence. It was the same kind of voice that you would hear from a purely automated phone system. It was so clearly Monica’s voice, just, without the Monica part.

“Uhm, confirmed. Yes installed. Uhm…resume?”

Jeff kicked himself for not paying more attention to the command structure. It was in the manual he had, maybe while she updated he would study up and see if he could solidify those words in his mind. Or not.

“Confirmed. Resuming installation. Estimated time to complete…” She paused, for too long, and it made Jeff nervous. “...two hours.”

Jeff sighed with relief. He settled down on the floor and looked over at Monica for a moment before turning to Melody. She was still disassembled, and he would likely need some help from his mother to get her back together. The arms might have been easy enough, but there was some definite damage to her neck. If Egg were still around she could have fixed her up with no issues. Jeff’s mind flashed to Egg, her ruined and naked body mounted on the captain, equally destroyed. He found his mental image drifting down to Egg’s body too. Her curves and how they matched up with the mental image he had conjured of her.

His eyes darted to Melody’s head. Eyes open and lips pursed. He huffed once. She was next and he leaned over to the little cradle that housed her head. He picked it up and held it in his lap, feeling that bubbling heat in his guts, the kind that always led to trouble. Closing his eyes helped him ignore it for a short time, at least until he could refocus. He tried to structure his next steps in his mind and see if there were opportunities for him to get something done now.

He needed his mother online to help put Melody back together, so he would have to wait on that. He wanted to wait to tell his father that anything was working again, because currently nothing was. Nothing new at least. He could probably reattach her arms, and maybe prepare Melody’s head for boot.

He opened his eyes and found the face of his sister staring back at him. She was pretty, almost ethereal in her looks. Even when he had still assumed she was a human, or even when she still was human for that matter, he had admired the way she looked. Smooth creamy skin, practically flawless, the cute little button nose and the small pout that her mouth always seemed to have, always showing just a little bit of her teeth just behind them. Jeff wasn’t entirely sure what the process of being converted to a robot was, but however it was done they had preserved those looks perfectly.

It took some work to pry Melody’s jaw open enough for him to wiggle even just a finger in between her teeth. There was no shortage of tools on board the ship, some in this room, and the vast array in Egg’s workshop, but Jeff needed something softer. He was unsure how strong the artificial teeth inside of her mouth were and he wouldn’t risk chipping such a pleasant smile. In the end he pulled the pouch of tools that had been in the room originally over to his side and rummaged through it. There was some kind of tool in there that was made of plastic and Jeff hedged his bets that it would break before the teeth did.

He slipped the tool easily between her soft lips and over her teeth. Once there he found that the somewhat wedge shaped tip of the tool could fit between her front two teeth. From there Jeff started the arduous task of gently prying open her mouth. Once he had enough room to squeeze his fingers in he found it much easier to pull open her jaw, though he admitted to himself that it just felt uncomfortable.

Finally, he had it done. Her mouth was open enough that he could fit his fingers inside and deep into the cavity. He felt, gently, around the back of her mouth until he found the same small patch of soft flesh with a hard button below it. At least that was one mystery solved and he settled Melody’s head down into his lap. Her short, fiery red hair creating a burning halo around her head as she looked up at him, vacant eyes and mouth agape.

The blaze around her head seemed to penetrate deep into his chest. Her cheeks were so pale and her eyes glassy and empty. Even if he hadn’t seen the broken flesh and the array of cables and wires jutting from the end of her throat he would have known something was off. Something artificial had taken her place and that made it easy to settle his emotions.

He felt that same lustful boiling in his belly beginning to rise. It robbed him of his own logic, or perhaps enhanced it in other ways. Melody, this Melody, might be his sister, or what remained of her, when she was online and working as expected. Now, though, she was just a plastic skull wrapped in artificial skin and housing circuitry. Wires and silicone did not make her sentient, especially when offline. Her lips felt real enough, though, Jeff noted as he let his thumb drape over them. They clung to his skin for a moment and then bounced back into place. His tongue slid over his own lips and wetted them.

His arms were moving without even realizing it. Melody’s head rose to meet his gaze and then in an instant her lips were pressed against his own. They were cold, but soft. Artificial but a good enough surrogate for the real thing. None of the cold artificiality of it was enough to stop Jeff from kissing the synthetic lips. His sister’s head and face cradled in his hands, the lips pressed into his, the stillness and lingering tingle of what he had done to the android that represented his mother; all of it was swirling together in his brain and driving him onward.

Her mouth was parted and in due time Jeff began to let his tongue glide inside of hers. He toyed with her tongue and found, much to his delight, that it was more pliable than her jaw and able to play with it. There was, however, only so much kissing he could do by himself. Not that he was going to allow that to stop him, he knew the point of no return when he felt it. He knew it when he passed it minutes before while making out with his robotic sister's decapitated head.

Jeff pulled Melody’s head back, her eyes still staring nowhere and at nothing. They looked right through him and it was easy enough to categorize this as not a real person, far from it. This was a toy, something to be used, and Jeff knew exactly what he wanted to use it for.

He made sure not to let her head just tumble from his hands as he scrambled to remove his pants again. He had the foresight to settle the head module back down into the little nest of cloth he had made for it. There Melody’s head rest, watching vacantly while Jeff once again squirmed out of his clothes. His blood was already pumping, hot and ready, boiling once again for release and Melody’s mechanical mouth looked like the perfect place for it.

He was out of his pants again and his manhood once again twitched as the cooler ambient air surrounded it. He hopped over the tangles of cables that linked his mother to the service terminal and the scattered mess of tools and accessories, and stopped against the door. He tapped the button to open it, and once it hissed out of the way he poked his head out into the hallway. He looked left and right, making sure that Aria was still in the cockpit, or at very least not lurking around in the hall.

Jeff saw no trace of her presence, which was good enough for him. He pulled himself back into the room and bid the door closed. Once it hissed into place he flipped the little switch on the control panel next to the door and in doing so released the magnetic locks. Then he turned back to the mess of the room beyond and the object of his lustful intentions.

He scooped up Melody’s head once again and moved to the bed. He settled down on his back and took a moment to get comfortable, his heart was racing and he wanted to make sure he was comfortable for what he was intending. He set Melody’s head down next to him as he settled in, tossing a little here and there and getting ready. All the while his erection remained ready and hungry, Jeff knew he needed to feed it soon.

He wasn’t fully comfortable, but good enough for the small discomforts to not be a distraction. He scooped up his sister's detached head and swept the small amount of wires dangling from the bottom of the neck to the side. He turned her head around, looking at it once more for no reason other than to confirm that this wasn’t really his sister. It was a facsimile, a replica. The real Melody was gone, and this was just a replacement. It might carry her memories and her mannerisms, but it wasn’t her.

Right?

He excused the thought in a torrent of desire. There were few things lust couldn’t wash away. He moved the head downward, thinking at first to have the now opened mouth take him, he even brushed her lips over the tip of his cock. He was mere moments away from plunging deep into the oral cavity when he had an idea. He reoriented the head so that it was looking at him, mouth open and eyes vacant. A good little sex toy. He lined up the tip of his manhood with the exposed throat lining. Whatever material they used to build her artificial esophagus was perfect. It was tight yet stretched just right to accommodate him.

He pushed the head downwards at the same time he allowed his hips to gently thrust upward. The throat was tighter the deeper he penetrated, though not to the point of discomfort, far from it in fact. He felt the pleasure of that smooth tightness clenching around his shaft in a way that was hard for him to describe. It was divine, and it only made him want to push harder, further, deeper.

He lifted the head upwards a little, retracting himself from the base of it without fully freeing himself from it. Then he was back inside, driving deeper into the throat and pushing Melody’s head down further. Then back out, and in, deeper and deeper with each thrust until he felt an unexpected sensation.

He pushed the head down hard and felt the tightness around his cock release and open up. In a flash of panic he worried that he had somehow broken something, or popped a tube free where it shouldn’t have. He half sat up and looked at the robotic head impaled on his member only to smirk and let out a relieved chuckle. The release he had felt was simply his own cock sliding all the way up her throat and into her mouth. Inside of her mouth, just beyond the lips and white teeth, he saw the vague outline of his own cockhead. He pulled his hips down and watched his own member disappear back into her throat and felt the tight squeeze once again.

Jeff settled into a new rhythm then. Pushing deep inside of Melody’s throat until he felt himself pop into her mouth, then pulling slowly back down. He moved both hands to her head, using them to lift it up and off of him, stopping just before he popped out of the lower portion of her neck. Then back in, slow and steady, delighting in every crawling inch of her throat. He wished there was a little more lubrication to it, but he was terrified to try and introduce anything into the equation. There were exposed wires and electronics dangling from the bottom of her neck, a fact that he was constantly reminded of as some of them poked into his flesh when he pushed the head module fully down.

As expected he wouldn’t keep that same slow routine for too long. The feeling of the throat around his manhood was just too good to stay slow. The pace increased and he soon found his head resting against the pillow on the bed. As much as he was enjoying looking into his sister's face while he impaled her throat, it was becoming a distraction. It was an easy calculus, the pleasure he felt from relaxing his neck was immeasurably more than the boyish delight he got from seeing his own dick popping in and out of the back of the robot’s mouth.

Small little hisses and groans escaped from Jeff’s throat as he felt the increased pace. It all felt so good, the time must have slipped quickly through his fingers because he would swear it was only a moment or two ago that he was reorienting the head and pushing his cock inside of it, and now he was uncontrollably jerking his hips upward. He made sure to push the head down hard against his body so that he came inside of her mouth. He lifted her head just a little, tickling the underside of his dick to coax every last bit out.

He sat in silence for a few moments, feeling himself growing soft as his body retracted down her throat, smearing it with the last drops of love he had produced. Sucking in deep cleansing breaths for a minute allowed him to come to the realization that while he had kept his cum away from the exposed circuitry, there was nothing to keep it from running down her exposed throat once he was done. More than that, he realized he would need to stick his fingers into her mouth to reactivate her when it was time to update her.

“Fuck.” He muttered to no one but the two robots in the room.

==Chapter Fourteen==

Aria was usually good at following instructions. Especially when the instructions were to do nothing at all. Sure, Jeff had told her to stay in the cockpit and wait, but did that mean she had to stay right there?

Their dad might report in with a new message but there was little that she could do when it arrived. No doubt it would be some technical schematic or read out or something that Jeff would understand a lot more than she would. She simply didn’t have the mindset for hard lines and rigid frameworks. Flow and harmony was what she cared about. Lines on a computer screen were barriers and boundaries, and human life wasn’t meant to live inside of a boundary. Human evolution proved as much. No one told roaming tribes of nomads that there was a line in the sand between them and freedom that they weren’t allowed to cross.

She lasted, perhaps, three or four minutes after Jeff left to work on her mother and sister before she got bored. The ship wasn’t yet moving meaning that the vast array of stars and galaxies beyond the ship hadn’t moved or changed. Besides that, she needed something to take her mind off of the disaster they found themselves in. So, she wandered back to the observation deck where she had spent most of her time before.

It was a mess here. The lack of gravity and the jolt from the impact had sent anything not bolted down into a spin. The artificial gravity had not so gently placed things back on the ground wherever they wanted. Blankets and pillows were flopped on the ground near the seating area, the mug she had been drinking tea out of earlier was now in pieces on the ground, her art supplies and satchel lie nearby.

Aria set about tidying up some of the mess. She picked up the larger piece of broken ceramic mug and tossed them in a bin before looking for something to sweep up the remaining shards. She was unsuccessful in that endeavor and made a mental note to try and find something later. Maybe in the engineering lab.

She swallowed hard at that thought. She did not want to go back in there. Logically she knew there was another wall and doorway between her and…and what was in the engine room…but she still mentally linked the two locations together into one place. She would make Jeff go and look for a broom or something. Jeff didn’t seem to mind the appearance of robotic parts all scattered around or the sight of-

She forced the thought out of her head. Focus on something else, your art supplies, grab those.

She stooped down and began to gather up the pencils and sketchbooks that had fallen here and there. A few bent pages wouldn’t hurt anything, and luckily the paint pots seemed to be closed tightly enough that nothing spilled out. Aside from a scattered mess, everything seemed to be well and good. She packed everything back into her satchel and slinked back into the cockpit and checked the communication array. Still nothing.

She told herself that she should sketch or something while she waited, but found a severe lack of motivation to do anything creative. So she tossed the sketchbook onto the console and leaned back in her chair, hands cradling the back of her head and closed her eyes.

That didn’t last long either.

What the hell is taking Jeff so long?

She huffed and sat back up and strolled out of the cockpit and down towards the observation deck and the living quarters beyond that. Aria slowed her pace a little, creeping along the hall quietly. She didn’t actually want to see her mother and sister being repaired, she didn’t like the thought of them being robots. It reminded her that one day she might be the same thing. A human shoved into lines and borders and contained.

Monica and Aria had talked about the processes a number of times before. Any good parent, knowing that there was some kind of hereditary condition that might be passed on would do the same. Inform the kids, let them know how to live with it, how the parents lived with it, and in this case, how to conquer it. All it would take was a complete surrender of her biological functions and a reliance on technology to preserve her humanity and her creativity.

That last part was the terrifying part. She loved art far too much to let it be boiled down to something that was generated. Something that took the sum total of all the data fed into it and then spitting out the most predictable outcome. Was it even possible for a woman turned into an android to be truly creative?

She hated to even think about it, and with the genetic markers in her body still not showing any trace of the genetic breakdown that Melody and Monica had, she was hopeful that she would never have to. The thought of having to update and recharge and be repaired alone was enough to send a fresh shiver down her spine. But she did want to at least check up on them. They were still her mother and sister afterall, and she truly believed that they were just that. Personality still lived on in whatever neuro micro processor whatever inside of them.

She arrived just outside of the door to her mother’s suite. She stopped, willed her heart beat and breathing to settle down a bit and closed her eyes, focusing in to make sure there weren't any kind of weird sounds or muttered curses coming from inside. She wanted to know what was happening, but truly didn’t want to see it. She imagined the sound of a ratchet tightening some bolt or sparks and crackling electricity as Jeff used some tool to do…something.

Instead she heard the distant but distinct sounds of skin slapping against skin. Rhythmic and steady with the occasional grunts and groans. It wasn’t a far leap to figure out what was happening. Aria made a face and wondered why Jeff needed to do that before getting to work, but whatever, it had been a stressful few hours. It was about that time that she also realized that she hadn’t really released any of that same tension. There was a lot of pumping blood and flooding chemicals in her own body that she had simply been shunting to the side.

Distractions only went so far and the more she thought about it the more she realized that, perhaps, the reason why she had been so bored and unmotivated was because there was something clawing at her brain. Something that was just taking up space, wanting to be released. She hadn’t really thought much about that kind of release in the chaos that had gripped them, but things were settling now. They were still in trouble, for certain, but there was a measure of calmness to the present situation.

Aria slipped back down the hall, away from the living quarters and back towards the cockpit. She had a funny feeling Jeff would be occupied for a while down there. So she settled into the captain's seat, tucked to one side of the cockpit and out of direct view of the door into the cockpit and away from the hall. She decided to close the hall door on her way in and leave the cockpit door open, that way she would hear the hiss of the hall door opening and allow her a moment or two before anyone saw her.

There was a moment, brief though it may have been, where Aria thought about backing down. Retreating to the solitary space of her own room. But that would have put her out of the cockpit, away from any communication from her father, and almost worst in her mind, closer to Jeff and the two androids he was working on. She sighed, not quite frustrated, but not entirely relieved either. The cockpit would do fine.

The elastic band around her pajamas proved to be no barrier at all as she flattened her hand against her belly and shoved downward. Breeching the band, she lifted up a little, making way for her other hand. She had never truly been one for technique in these sorts of activities. Her time was usually spent alone in her room when a mood fell over her she simply did what was necessary and then moved on with her life. Usually at night, usually right before bed, and usually as an aide to fall asleep faster. This was different.

She wasn't touching herself because she was bored or tired or even just needed a quick hit of dopamine. It might have been the strange cocktail of chemicals in her body that all released at the same time as things on the ship began to settle. Regardless of the reason, this was a rare occasion where Aria simply wanted to touch herself, she wanted to feel good. She craved the release that was sure to come, but more than that she craved the journey to find it.

She had seen porn before, it did little for her other than to implant ideas on how a ‘professional’ might go about things. She had never had the opportunity to really try out any of those techniques for herself though. She was single, still a virgin, and only just barely coming into womanhood. Not only that, the lingering fear of potentially needing to forego her biological body had shunted the idea of dating to the back of her mind. But she was still biological, and she still had needs.

She brought her free hand to her mouth, letting her tongue wet two of her fingers. She had seen women in various clips do that kind of thing before, she was never really sure why, but now was the time to try it.

The added slickness on her fingers, no matter how miniscule it was, surprised Aria. As her hand slipped into the opening in her pajama bottoms and crept over her pelvis to her waiting slit, she felt a spike in her excitement. It had been growing, steadily, since she had heard her brother in the other room, and now it was her turn to do the same thing. While Jeff was off masturbating and repairing robots, Aria would be doing the same, just monitoring a comms array at the same time instead of working on electronics.

She breathed out as she felt her fingers caress the outermost rim of her slit, her own saliva helped her fingers glide over them gently. Aria couldn’t help but let out a small sigh at that, laced with pleasure and understanding. This was why you wetted your fingers first. She stroked her own body for a few moments, just letting the sensation of it all wash over her as she looked out at an endless sea of stars through half lidded eyes. Carrying on, she began to feel an odd kind of detachment from the world. Jeff, her robotic mother and sister, the ruined engineer and captain, the damaged ship they were floating in, all of it melted away as pleasure replaced fear.

The stars beyond became a reminder of the isolation, in the best kind of way. It reminded her that she was alone out here, just her and the spreading warmth between her legs. A heat that started as a low simmer and grew and grew until it was crawling up her belly. She felt it, not just with the exposed skin on her arms, but deep in her core, there was a gently boiling heat that was rising inside of her.

The two fingers she had been using to gently massage herself with were now welcomed inside. Her body opened up and folded outwards to allow her more pleasure. The gentle, smooth strokes morphed into a rhythmic swirl. Turning round and round as she gingerly pushed deeper into herself, finding her clit and toying with it for a moment. She knew what that was, what it was capable of, and she intentionally shied away from it. This wasn’t about efficiency, this wasn’t a task to accomplish, it was a beautiful journey.

She kept moving her fingers around, finding that the fabric of her pajamas was a hindrance, but she was unwilling to fully strip out of them. There was still something in her mind that needed to be kept aware that she was not actually alone out here among the stars. The cockpit was hers, but the ship beyond had others in it. More than that, if Jeff got Melody and Monica working in short order they would want to come and see her.

She wanted, so desperately, to remain there in that moment. To keep touching herself and feeling the spreading heat and the desire flooding her body for hours, days if she could, but she also knew that would be impossible.

So she reveled in what time she had. She let her eyes flicker open and look out at the openness of space again as she touched herself. The heat that had originated between her legs continued to spread upwards. Once it touched her chest, she felt compelled to remove one hand from her bottoms and slide it into the hem of her shirt and up to her breasts. There she began to play with the soft mounds on her chest. She rolled her palm over them and felt the hardened tip that must be her nipples. She hadn’t realized that they were so erect. A smile spread over her face as she realized she now had a new means of feeling pleasured excitement.

She pinched them, gently at first but growing more aggressive as the minutes ticked away. Her hand worked between her legs, now rhythmically moving in a repeated motion, swirl swirl, plunge, find her clit and stroke then pull back. Repeat. It was easy enough that it became a background routine, her brain took the reins and just made it happen. This allowed Aria to focus more on the feeling of her hand on her chest. The feeling of her fingers squeezing into the soft mound, the sensation of her nipples being gently swirled around, playfully pinched between forefinger and thumb. She felt the heat that had spread there from her crotch coil and then amplify.

It spread up to her throat, turning her skin a tender pink and as the hot fingers of lust met her neck she let out a small whimper. She was genuinely trying to remain quiet, but her body demanded this, there was no helping it. She let the sound seep out of her mouth and into the cockpit and could only hope it didn’t dance down the hall, through the observation deck, and into Jeff’s ears. The whimper was followed by a deeply inhaled gulp of fresh air. It cooled her chest and tempered the heat, but the temperature was inevitable. It returned and as it did she pushed her fingers deeper into herself.

She became aware that she had been at this for some time, though she was wholly unaware of just how long. Her eyes opened again to see stars, then flicked to the clock on the control panel. Time must have distorted around her, it claimed she had been like this for nearly a quarter of an hour. She breathed out, letting heat and lewd sounds enter the cockpit. Aria wasn’t sure if that seemed like a long time, or a short time. It didn’t matter, all that mattered at the moment was pleasure.

She redoubled her efforts, sadly deciding that she should wrap up before Jeff returned with someone. Or worse, a buzz from the communicator interrupted her. Her fingers returned to her clit, teasing and taunting it, remaining there as if to say our destination is in sight, let’s finish this.

Heat clutched her cheek and earned another whispered moan as the raw pleasure between her legs began to build. Like a fire someone was trying to start and the fuel was finally catching. The sizzling crackle of wood that was fully ablaze. Hotness erupted, travelling along the lanes that were carved into her body from the past few minutes. There was no need to slowly spread, it was an all consuming fire that moved fast and hard.

It wrapped around her spine, causing her to arch and spasm slightly before it moved on. Her arms stiffened, sending her fingers deep inside of her and pressing against her clit. The other hand grabbed hard at her breast, holding it and leaving, she was sure, small crescent moon shaped bruises where her finger nails had dug in. Her lips parted too, sending a heated moan into the cool open air so that the ocean of empty space could claim it.

She stayed locked like that for a moment, nothing moved. Then she settled back into her chair. It cradled and supported her. In that moment it was the most comfortable thing she had ever sat in. Her breath came fast and hard, sucking in cool air to try and push that heat back down, to put it in its place until next time. Each new breath extinguished more and more of the flames inside of her until she was once again stable.

She extracted her fingers from between her legs, feeling the sticky wetness on them made her giggle just a little. She hadn’t planned for this, but it wouldn’t be too much of a challenge to clean. The kitchen was right around the corner and there was sure to be a sonic sink and some towels there. For now though, she simply let her arm dangle from the chair, breathing and taking it in. The waves of endorphins flooded her brain and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she was smiling again. She felt good and calm and normal.

She did eventually haul herself out of the chair and make her way to the kitchen where she cleaned herself up. Then as she tossed away the paper towel she had used to ensure there was nothing dripping out of her, she had a thought.

Dad knew Mom and Mel were robots, I did too, Jeff just found out, but the crew here thought we were all human. I think.

With that thought in mind and some quick math to go along with it, she pulled open the storage cabinet. She started counting the pre-packaged meal kits and compared that to her earlier thought. Sure enough, there was food enough for four adult humans, and as far as she could tell, her and Jeff were the only ones who would need to eat it. A fresh wave of relief washed over her. They wouldn’t have to ration out food, her and Jeff could actually be a little more wild with their meals.

Good she thought to herself. Because orgasms make me hungry.

She reached into the cabinet and began to pull out meal packages to see what there was to work with.

==Chapter Fifteen==

“Fuck.” Jeff muttered again, it was, perhaps the dozenth time he had muttered it in short succession.

He had set Melody’s head to one side as quickly and as gently as he could, though it was definitely more quick than gentle. He had scrambled off of the bed and was frantically searching for…something. Anything really. The clarity that only comes in the flood of chemistry in your mind after an orgasm was in full effect. He realized that, unlike a human, there was nothing on the other end of that esophagus, there was no where for his mess to go except all over the bedding, or worse, the exposed circuitry in the neck.

The clarity extended only to what he had done though, not to what he needed to do. He did manage to orient the head module so that it was upside down. The artificial gravity on the ship would draw any of the fluids he had left towards the roof of the mouth instead of the neck, which was enough to buy him some time, but he was still in a hurry. He had no real idea of when Monica’s updates would be finished, and the last thing he wanted to do was answer questions asked by his mother.

She’s not really my Mom though.

The thought didn’t slow him down though. She might not be the biological entity that birthed him, but she had the memories, both old and new, and worse, the tone and attitude programmed into her head. She was his mother so long as he recognized her authority in that manner. He also knew that if he stepped out of line that his real, actual father would hear about it. His dad would see reason if Jeff had applied any kind of logic to what he did. His father was reasonable as long as there was a good reason, or even a poor reason with good intention.

His eyes darted to Melody’s detached head, her red hair falling in a messy shroud around her. The neck pointed upward and some of the cabling inside of it jut up and then flopped over the sides where it rested against her soft, almost human, skin. He wasn’t sure there was any kind of explanation he could give to his parents that would justify what he had just done. Even he wasn’t sure there was a good reason for it, in all honestly, it had just happened. His eyes scanned the room, looking for something to clean up and landed on Monica.

She was still plugged in, still offline and presumably installing updates. He didn’t have a good reason for what he had done to her either. It had just happened and he hadn’t given it a moment's thought. There would be time for that later, probably when he wasn’t in the middle of three different crises all at once.

Jeff managed to find some kind of microfiber cloth in the tool set that was velcroed to the side of the blocky update machine thing. He was very sure that it was not meant for cleaning up semen, but lacking anything else obvious, it would have to do.

With all the delicacy he could muster Jeff swiped the rag over the roof of Melody’s mouth several times. Each pass he would fold the little cloth in half and go back in, cleaning out more and more of what he had left behind until he was convinced that he got all, or at least almost all of it. He could never be truly sure, that stuff was sticky afterall. Still it was better than leaving globs of it in there to dry. He idly wondered if she would be able to tell once she was repaired and reactivated.

Which raised another question. Just how would he repair her?

He huffed and tossed the wet rag into the laundry hamper in the room, making a mental note to perhaps start a load of laundry once he was done in here. He also needed to get dressed properly. So many things to do and all of them were taking up space in his head. He glanced at Melody’s head again. Focus Jeff.

He settled down onto the bed and looked over the head module, his data pad in hand and the schematics his father had sent over at the ready. From the looks of it, there was little actual damage to either the structure or the wiring. But not nothing. There were a few cables here and there that had been stretched and broken when her body had crumpled to the floor. He had no idea, nor had the time, to try and trace exactly what they were for, all he knew was that they needed to be replaced before he would even consider connecting her to the body and getting updates installed.

Jeff opened a little task app on his tablet and added the first of many things to do. ‘Replace wiring in Melody’s neck and head?’ Followed quickly by ‘do laundry’, ‘update mom’, 'update Melody’, and ‘contact dad again.’ He sighed, just a few little things here and there, he told himself. The grumble in his belly prompted another action item. ‘Ration food’. He tucked the tablet under his arm and looked at his mother, then to the update machine. There were plenty of status lights on it, but nothing that indicated some kind of progress bar, in fact the only way he knew anything was still happening was because Monica’s eyes were twitching back and forth slightly in cadence with a status light on the update machine, like she was reading lines from a book.

He left the room and went to his own, gently tossing the tablet across the room so that it landed in a pile of blankets on his own bed. He wasted no time in stripping out of his pajamas and tossing them into the hamper. Then it was off to the sonic shower.

Standing naked while focused sound waves blasted dirt and…other things…from his body wasn’t exactly relaxing. He fondly remembered long, hot showers back at home. Steam rushing all around him and the world fading away. After a long day of work, or some time in the gym it made the worries and cares of life melt away in a wash of soap and water. This space travel thing definitely wasn’t for him. When he was done he felt clean, but a different kind of clean. His muscles didn’t feel refreshed, his mind wasn’t cleared. He was simply not dirty.

There had been no real time to organize and unpack before things broke, so his bag was still stuffed with clothes. The few things that had been put away were a tangled mess, but at least they were in the closet space. It took him a moment or two to find proper underwear and a comfortable pair of cargo pants, finishing off with a simple black shirt. It was unexciting, but he also figured there was enough excitement happening already. He scooped up the tablet, tapped on the schematics for Melody and then on the wiring bundles that had been damaged. More information floated up around the screen describing exactly what was broken.

He copied the information and began to tap out a quick message to his father. He tried to use neutral language, making it clear that, while things looked to be broken, nothing seemed to be beyond repair. He pasted in the cables that he could see and made a note that the engineer on the ship might have replacement android parts, but he didn’t know what to look for. He knew for certain that his dad would, and he hoped that it was easy enough to convey in a single message. There was no telling how long it would be between bursts of clear signal. Jeff sent off the message, nodded to no one, and tucked the tablet into a cargo pocket and strode off towards the cockpit.

As he passed through the observation deck Jeff heard something and every last one of his nerves prickled and his heart began to hammer. The gentle, distant sound of something crackling and sizzling, with an occasional popping sound. Added to that the faint scent of something burning. There was only one logical conclusion, something else was on fire, this time quite literally.

Jeff broke into a full sprint and angled for the hall that led into the cockpit, but before that, he passed the door to the kitchen. The sound caught him there, so too did the smell. Skidding to a halt just past the door, he backed up a bit to see Aria there, swaying her hip and now that he was close enough he could hear the gentle hum of some song. A small plume of wispy smoke was rising from a pan on the range in front of her. The smell was something cooking, well, something burning.

“Aria? What are you doing?” Jeff asked.

She looked over her shoulder at Jeff, and from his point of view there seemed to be a contented little glow coming off of her dopey smile. It seemed that a portion of the stress and worry had been lifted or at least moved to the back of her mind.

“Makin’ eggs. Well, plant based egg substitute powder and hydration. Want some?”

Jeff could practically see the words wafting through the air, slowly but surely. They danced around for a moment and then slipped into his ear and made their way to his brain. A thick cottony layer of worry and anxiety kept the words from registering properly. It took at least two passes for his mind to finally put everything in place. He had heard her cooking, he had smelled food, nothing new was broken. She wanted to eat and the grumbling from Jeff’s belly reminded him that he should as well.

Everything came crashing down on him in an avalanche. He managed to stammer something akin to accepting some food from Aria, and she dutifully went back to humming and swishing her hips while Jeff settled down into one of the plastic chairs at an equally plastic molded table. Aria kept humming and the sway of her hips was enough of a distraction to Jeff that he didn’t immediately crash, though he wanted to.

All the fatigue that a constant stream of crisis and stress had brought him made him want to put his head down and sleep. Sleep until someone else dealt with his two robotic family members, repaired them, fixed the ship, got them back on course and then sorted out how he felt about the robots and told him how to feel. His stomach growled at him again, it could smell the food that Jeff wasn’t paying attention to and it felt the need to remind him that he hadn’t eaten recently.

“Aria we should probably be careful with the food supply.” Jeff managed to mutter, recalling his checklist.

“Why?”

Jeff looked at her as if she had just sprouted a second head.

“I checked the storage, they stocked the trip for four people. You and me, Mom and Mel. But two of those people aren’t going to be eating, are they?”

Jeff opened his mouth to ask why they wouldn’t be eating, but his mind stepped in a moment later. They might have eaten to keep up appearances, but there was no need for that now. The crew was gone, Aria already knew they were robots, and Jeff had clearly just found out. There was no need to keep up any kind of appearances if they didn’t want to.

Aria slid a plate of, something, in front of Jeff before settling down across the table from him with a plate of her own. She was already eating by the time Jeff fumbled the spoon into his hands. What Aria had made resembled scrambled eggs with some kind of slab of protein next to it. Little flecks of seasoning, or maybe it was scorched food product, scattered into the mix. At very least everything looked edible and Aria didn’t seem to be too upset about it.

It was just that, edible. It wasn’t good by any definition, but Jeff’s nerves were so fractured at the moment that it didn’t matter. It was the best thing he had eaten in a long time. It was quiet for a while as the two siblings ate. Scooping food up, chewing it, and swallowing. The silence around them was flecked with the white noise of the humming engine across the hall and the background rattle of a ship that was lovingly pieced together.

“How are Mom and Mel?” Aria asked at last, her voice remaining soft.

“Uhm, fine. I think. Mom is plugged in and running some updates that got interrupted by the crash.”

Aria nodded at that and looked down at her plate. “And Mel?”

Jeff was entirely unsure how much detail to give poor little Aria. He knew that she would argue that she's an adult and can handle the gory details. She had asked, afterall, but that didn’t mean Jeff needed to be graphic about it.

“How, uh, how much detail do you want?” He asked at last.

“That bad huh?”

“No, she- She’s going to be fine, but there is some work to do. I just didn’t know how much explanation you wanted. I know how you feel about… about their whole situation.”

Aria nodded along a bit, partially agreeing with Jeff and partially to try and convince herself that she could handle the information. He was right though, seeing Egg and the captain all broken was like stumbling upon a corpse, but different somehow. Was it worse because Jeff would be talking about their mother and sister?

“Just give it to me.” She replied at last.

Jeff took in a deep breath, he wasn’t even sure if he was ready to explain it all, but he was the older brother, it was his responsibility. “Mel kinda broke a bit when the gravity came back on. She was floating around in the room and she landed on her head. It broke the skin and some of the wiring and maybe a few other things inside of her. I don’t actually know. I won't know until I can get her powered back on.”

He poked at some of the egg substitute on his plate.

“Her arms are still disconnected too. I don’t know how to get those back on, I’m hoping that once Mom is back online that she can help me a bit. I sent dad what I found in Mel’s neck, so I just have to wait to see what he says.”

“Is her neck, like, broken? Like, broken off or something?”

“No, the joint looks fine, it’s just wiring and stuff that got a little banged up. I detached her head and set it aside for now. The charger thing Mom and Mel were plugged into got a little busted up in the fall too. So there’s only one charging port they can use now. Mom’s plugged in to it at the moment. Once she’s back up and running we’ll get some more answers.”

Aria nodded again. It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. It helped to hear them be a little dehumanized by some of Jeff’s terminology. Neck joint, and charger and wiring. They were machines.

“Do-” Aria started without thinking, she wasn’t sure where she was going either. “Do, you think it’s still them?”

“What do you mean?” Jeff said after a mouthful of eggs went down.

“Like. They’re robots now. They aren’t human anymore, but, does that mean they are gone?”

Jeff hadn’t expected philosophical questions and eggs today. “I don’t know.” He replied, took another bite and used the time to think a bit. “Does it matter?”

Aria tilted her head and looked a little confused.

“If they walk, and talk, and act like Mom and Melody, then what’s the difference?”

“Other than the obvious, I guess nothing.” Aria replied.

“Even with the obvious part.” Jeff continued, “you’re asking what part of a person is a person? Is it the brain? Or the body? Or some ethereal soul that we aren’t convinced does or does not exist?”

“It’s all of it.” Aria offered.

“But does it have to be biological?”

“I- I don’t know. Maybe not?”

“Mom and Melody were converted long before you knew about them, and I only just found out. In that time after conversion and before we found out, they were just the same people, right?”

“Yeah.” Aria said.

“Does that mean that in that time we didn’t have a mother or a sister?”

Aria blinked, and thought. Jeff made a good point. There was a significant amount of time that their mother was actually a robot and they didn’t know it. What did that mean? Were they so unobservant that they just hadn’t noticed, or was the robot acting the part so well that they had been convinced. Or, to Jeff’s original point, did it matter? Mel and Monica just were who they were, and the state of their mind and body, digital or organic, didn’t really matter.

Aria nodded but said nothing and Jeff took that to mean that he had won this round, even though there was no competition. He also realized that he had begun to try and answer those questions on his own. They were the core of what he had been feeling before. Was it ok to do what he did to Monica and Melody? They acted like his mother and sister when they were fully repaired and online, but when they were in this state, when they weren’t running whatever software made them his family.

He blinked and had a moment or two to be lost in thought again. Aria surely thought he was just wandering off to a place where he would worry about the repairs or getting the ship running or something. Jeff was rolling around a wholly different concept.

The body did not make a person, the mind or brain alone did not make the person, it was the actions and behaviors that made a person. And if whatever it was, organic or otherwise, was offline then so too was that person. He smirked to himself a little as the concept and thoughts crystallized in his mind. What he had done was not have sex with his mother, she wasn’t occupying the body at that time, he had simply used a feminine coded piece of equipment. That wasn’t Melody’s head he had used, it was just another robot’s cranium module, Melody didn’t inhabit it.

The two robots down the hall might be his mother and sister later, but for now they were just machines and nothing else. Once they were updated and powered on and operational, that would be a different story, but for now, he absolved himself of any and all guilt.

Jeff finished his plant based egg substitute and protein patty in relative silence. He glanced at his tablet from time to time, hoping for a response from his father, but nothing had come in just yet. Once he finally managed to look up all he saw was Aria, cheek resting on her fist looking and vaguely smiling at him.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing, you just get this weird look on your face when you finally figure something out.” She giggled. “I’m just trying to see if I can guess what it is.”

Jeff sincerely hoped she didn’t, but he had to offer something up. Aria might have been bubbly and a little air headed, but she was determined. If she wanted to figure something out, she would and in Jeff’s experience it was better to simply tell her what she wanted instead of the constant buzz of her trying to guess.

“It’s just some of the wiring stuff for Mom and Mel. I think I was just misreading some of the stuff Dad sent. Here look-”

Jeff turned the tablet around and pushed it towards Aria. The screen showed a wiring diagram for some internal part inside of one of the androids, Jeff himself wasn’t even entirely sure what it was or what it was for, which meant that Aria wouldn’t either. Predictably Aria looked at it for a moment and shrugged before booking back at her brother.

“Well, uh, I guess have fun with that.”

She stood, collected the dishes and walked them over to the sink and put them in the waterless basin there. Soon the pan she had been cooking in joined the dishes and she looked over her shoulder at her brother.

“Since I cooked, you can do the dishes.”

Jeff raised an eyebrow and tried his level best to look annoyed.

“First of all, that wasn’t cooking, that was butchery. Second, fine.”

Jeff and Aria stared each other down for a few long seconds, each one trying to look more annoyed than the other. They burst into a round of well earned laughter at about the same time and Aria strode out of the kitchen.

“Seriously though, low heat next time.” Jeff shouted after her as he sighed and stood. He had dishes to do.

Aria returned to her self assigned duties in the cockpit. She snuggled into the captain's chair, pulled out her sketchbook and tried to occupy her mind with drawing. The field of stars beyond the viewscreens was a canvas that offered little in the way of details, but the awe of being in space sparked her imagination. She settled down and attempted to capture that feeling.

Jeff, meanwhile, got to work in the sonic basin. He didn’t much care for the feeling of the sonic waves washing over his hands as he scraped away whatever was left of the slimy undercooked bits in the pan. It felt like a sudden pressure that, if he hadn’t been expecting it, would have felt incredibly uncomfortable. As it was though, he simply used whatever cleaning utensils were on hand to try and loosen the burn bits, and slide away the undercooked parts. Down the drain and into some kind of waste system. From there, Jeff assumed, it would be packaged and jettisoned into space.

It wasn’t a lot of work, but it took time. Mostly just trying to get things cleared away enough that they wouldn’t start to grow if they were left unattended for a week or more. The low hum of the sonic sink filled up the background of the kitchen with the clatter of dishes taking up any foreground hearing he might have had. It made it hard to think when there was a sharp clatter every few seconds.

Not that it would have mattered.

Out the door, down the hall, through the observation deck, down another hall and behind the closed door into Monica’s room, there was activity. There was no possible way for Jeff to have heard the small tone that the android service updater unit made. A small happy chime letting anyone in the area know that a process had been completed.

New software packages, updates, and enough power to keep Monica charged for at least two days of regular activity. It was all done and ready, Monica’s operating system, running in a low bandwidth mode reported that the software had installed and everything had been verified. The service unit confirmed that, and released the magnetic locks it had on the combination data and power coupling lodged in her chest.

With mechanical precision Monica moved her delicate hands up to her chest and pulled out the cable and clipped it into the waiting holster on the service unit. She still hadn’t fully booted though, because there were lingering tasks in her low bandwidth system.

Now that her hardware had been verified, the new software was in place, and everything seemed to be in working order, her OS needed to start dealing with everything that was waiting in the backlog of requests. Things that had piled up while she was offline, but still vaguely aware of what was happening. For starters, something had interrupted her update and charge cycle, which was quickly cleared out since it had, at some point, resumed. She was in a new position than when she plugged herself in though, that required a little bit of investigation.

Timestamps were compared from the start and finish time, giving her a range to look through. Log files were summoned and Monica stared blankly into the room as her operating system scrubbed through them, looking for anything that might indicate a change. It found a strange shift in weight and balance distribution, typical of a loss of gravity. There was no audio announcement or system wide alert about an impending loss of gravity on their travels, so the logic centers had to imagine that it had been unplanned.

A system log reported a sudden loss of power and connectivity to the service unit, as well as the other android system in the room that had been linked to her and the service unit. There was no other indication of what happened for a long while. Her log files were simply empty for a time, then, the connection was re-established and her low bandwidth systems returned. A fresh connection made to the service unit and updates resumed.

There was something else there as well. A verbal question posed by her own operating system in regards to unexpected sexual activity. The target of the request and act were unexpected, but her low bandwidth system didn’t have access to the full database of authorized users, only some basic information and operations. Her visual cortex had recorded the user who had returned a response, and logged it. Once her full operating system was back online the user would be added to the authorized user listing, since they clearly knew about Monica’s robotic nature, and had commanded her properly to disengage. The logic centers in her low bandwidth operation confirmed and tagged the request with her own internal administrator credentials.

Jeff was about to become an admin and authorized user for every part of Monica. The next order of business was the sexual activity itself. The user would be added to the database of sexual partners and treated as such.

There was little else of note waiting in her queue, so she began to fully boot. Her head dipped forward for only a moment as a more robust power system took over and engaged the rest of her hardware. Her mouth fell open and she sucked in a deep breath of the chilly air, her face relaxed from the stiff blank stare into something a little more friendly. Monica’s body slumped a little as her motor control systems relaxed into a more human mode. As her human emulation came online, so too did her internal operating system, and with it, the waiting database entries. That was all handled in the background though, just another process to work through, Monica would never actually know about it.

She stood up and looked around, spotting Melody or at least her armless and headless torso. It took little time for her to put together what had happened. Gravity had been lost and she had crashed to the ground, in doing so, damaging a part of her. The arms had been disconnected by Monica herself before the update process had started so that she could personally do some fine tuning on the motor controls inside of them. She picked those up and easily snapped them back into place, deciding that she had better find out what had happened before making adjustments.

The damaged neck joint gave her pause though. She would need to get that repaired, a task which she was unsure of how to accomplish, but surely there would be someone on board who could help. She spotted Melody’s detached head on the bed and gave the broken wiring a cursory examination. Her mouth pressed into a hard line and she looked sympathetically over her daughter.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. You must be terrified, or you will be at least.” She sighed. This kind of thing would not help assuage Melody’s fears about being transformed into a robot.

She stood and left her daughter as she was. Monica took a moment to make herself a little more presentable to her kids. Slipping into a long, oversized grey sweater with a heavy collar that looked more akin to a hood bunched up around her neck. Long matching grey socks to ward off the chill of space, and a pair of comfortable, though formfitting jeans. Dressed again, Monica softly padded to the door, then out into the ship to find her kids. Fully unaware of the changes that had been made to her programming without her knowledge. Things were as they had always been, at least to her.

==Chapter Sixteen==

Jeff had joined Aria in the cockpit, she was sketching with her tongue clenched between her front teeth in concentration. Jeff occupied himself and the silence by trying to compile a list of parts and components that he would need to find in Egg’s workshop. At a certain point he had the thought that he might also need to get some of those parts from Egg herself, she wasn’t going to need them any time soon after all.

Jeff wrinkled his nose at that. When they eventually got rescued, brought to port and put feet on the ground again would the crew be repaired? Would they be scrapped? Was there some kind of insurance policy that you could take out on your own robotic body? Humans had a long history of medical policies to heal and treat illness and injury, presumably there would be some kind of system in place for synthetic beings as well. His thoughts wandered to Monica and Melody.

They weren’t human any more, but they were treated like they were, was there something for them? More questions to ask his father when they weren’t stranded in the empty void of space.

“Jeff?”

The sound was distant, quiet and hauntingly not Aria’s. Both the occupants of the cockpit looked up with a sudden jolt, glanced at one another and then in a flurry of motion dropped whatever they held and dashed from the cockpit. Down the hall, left turn, then right past the kitchen and into the observation deck.

Looking confused and more than a little worried stood their mother. Monica looked like a suburban mom who was trying a little too hard to look casual while knowing how good she looked. Frumpy clothing covering obvious beauty. Her hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail that was more of a contained mess than anything else. She was looking around, worried and searching until the commotion at the far end of the room stole her attention.

A series of processes snapped into place inside of her operating system. Snapshots of the two figures there, facial features were captured and matched to an internal database of known entities. Her children. A list of appropriate responses was curated and laid out, then passed over several times as her social filter matched the current situation, recent events and the state of her own systems. Once that list had been pared down there was a second pass that happened, it matched Jeff and Aria’s facial expression, body language, stance, body condition, clothing, and every other data point it could cobble together against a database of reactions. All of it happened in the blink of an eye.

Monica’s face melted into a look somewhere between relief and confusion. She was so happy to see her children alive and well, but worried about the stillness of the ship and the reactions from her kids.

“Mom!” Jeff and Aria both cried at the same time and sprinted across the space.

All confusion about who and what Monica was melted away in that instant. Jeff didn’t care if she was a robot, a human, or a puddle of sentient slime. She was his mother and she was here. There was something truly magical about the feeling lost and alone in a terrifying situation only to stumble across someone in a position of authority. A wave of feeling as if everything in the world would be okay now, like they had crested a hill and were finally on the path to recovery. Something logical in Jeff’s brain told him that wasn’t true, but the emotional response of having someone else in a unique position to help make the grumpy logic sit down and wait its turn.

“Where is everyone? What happened?” Monica began as she gathered her children into a firm hug.

No one answered anything, or asked any new questions for a long time. Monica recognized something traumatic had occurred and was content to just embrace these two at the moment and help collect their thoughts and emotions.

Eventually though, the hug ended. The trio settled down into the chairs on the observation deck, the inky blackness of space serving as the background to Jeff’s explanation of events. It took longer than he had anticipated to relay everything that had occurred, which he tried to lay out in a somewhat logical sequence of events. There were still holes in his story, some of which Aria was able to fill in from her perspective, but there were still a lot of unknown factors.

What had caused the sudden catastrophe was still completely unknown. Jeff knew that something had hit the ship, but why the shields hadn’t bounced it off was unknown. Jeff speculated out loud to Monica and Aria that he thinks that whatever hit them did enough structural damage to dislodge the support beam in the engine room and take out Egg and the Captain. He hadn’t seen anyone else either and their fate remained a mystery to him.

Monica admitted that she had no idea that the crew were androids, and seemed genuinely upset at what had happened to them. Which opened a conversational door for her. She could tell from the sudden glance from Jeff at her that there were some explanations and conversations that needed to occur.

“So, I suppose I should also make a confession.” Monica began.

Jeff and Aria looked a little confused for a moment but let her continue.

“Jeff, your sister already knows this. Your father and I have had some conversations with her about it, we just didn’t quite know how to broach the subject with you.”

Jeff blinked. What else could she possibly be hiding?

“You see, there is a genetic disorder that some folks have. It affects women much more heavily than men and, well, there is no cure or treatment for it other than-”

“Mom-” Aria interrupted. “He knows that you’re a robot.”

That ground every process in Monica’s operating system to a halt. A string of words and generated audio files were dumped from her vocal processors, they were unneeded now. Log files were scanned rapidly as well as she sat in a moment of stunned silence. How did he know? She had never told him about her or their condition in a way that might lead him to discover this. Had something happened while she was offline? There were some logical leaps her OS made about that time, and concluded that there was a very real possibility that he had walked in on them while she was in low bandwidth mode or offline. The whole ordeal was in the process of being tagged as highly embarrassing.

“He got you back up and running after, after whatever happened.” Aria continued. “Dad helped him a bit.”

“Oh! You’ve been in contact with Trent?” Monica asked.

“Sort of.” Jeff replied. “The transmitter is kinda fucked-”

“Young man!” Monica chided and Jeff blushed and blinked at that.

“It’s uh, busted. Well it was, I kinda got it working again. We can get a message to Dad as long as there is a relatively clear path to where he is, and we have no way of knowing that, so we just kinda send stuff off and hope for the best.”

Monica nodded at that, then swelled with a bit of pride in Jeff. “So you’ve fixed the transmitter and me? You are your fathers son.”

“Fixing you was easy, the transmitter was…it took some work.”

There was a bit of silence in the room then. There was a lingering bit of shame from what he did to Monica. He was certain that once Aria was gone that there would be a discussion they would have. He was not looking forward to that.

“Well.” Monica said with a sigh. “We need to get Melody working. Jeff, I assume that if you were working on me that you saw her- the state she was in?” Monica said with a glance at Aria, or rather, the squeamish way she wiggled at the mention of Melody.

“Yeah, Dad sent me schematics and manuals for you and her. I’ve been trying to figure out what needs to be done, and I was kind of hoping you might have some insight on that. I mean, you’re a- you know, and Melody’s construction looks pretty similar. I thought maybe you had done something like this before.”

Jeff realized how silly the thought process was once he said it out loud. Yes, maybe his mother had had her head forcefully torn off and was in possession of the intimate knowledge on how to repair that particular problem.

“That’s definitely your father’s area of expertise. I’ve only done some very surface level help with him when working on Mel. But maybe we can get something to work? Can you send me the manual for Melody and I can see what I can..” she smirked, freeing something in her mind, “..what my programming can come up with.”

Jeff felt a hot thrill run through his body at hearing his mother talking like that. Referring to her own programming instead of using some kind of human vernacular. He actually liked it and hoped that Melody was the same way. Normalizing that kind of thing felt a little more genuine to him than constantly trying to translate back and forth.

Jeff and Aria, be it human ears, or just the rush of relief from having their mother here weren’t paying much attention to the background noise of the ship. Monica, on the other hand, had meticulously crafted sensors installed across her body. In particular, her hearing was far more keen than her human children’s. There were programs installed to take it all in and parse out what was useful audio data and what was just background noise. The rumble of the engines was identified, tagged, and sent to storage. If that nose should disappear she would know, but for now it wasn’t an active concern or something worth listening to.

The distant chirping alert that sounded as if it was coming from the cockpit, on the other hand, seemed important to her OS. Particularly because it hadn’t been present when she walked out of her room and onto the observation deck. Her head perked up and she looked intently at the hallway leading towards the cockpit. Jeff and Aria took notice, more of their mother’s behavior than the sound itself.

“There’s an alarm going off down that way.” Monica said and pointed towards the hall.

Jeff was the first to get to his feet and started jogging towards the cockpit. It wasn’t until he passed the kitchen at the bend in the hall that he also began to hear the warbling alert of an incoming transmission. Once he heard it though, he broke fully into a sprint.

The waiting transmission, as expected, was from Trent. It was the wiring layouts and information Jeff had hoped for, but they were clearly in a good place to send a transmission, so he struck while the proverbial iron was hot. They had been sending text only messages since there was far less chance of packet loss and smaller transmissions had a better rate of success. Still Jeff tapped out a quick text reply and sent that off before setting about starting the vid-comm transmitter.

“Hey Dad!” Jeff started waving into the camera and giving a smirk that he hoped was more comfort than terror. “Look who’s up and running!”

Gesturing over his shoulder at Aria and Monica as they stepped through the doorway.

“Is this live?” Monica asked and Jeff shook his head.

“No, just a stand alone message.”

“Oh, Hi honey!” Monica said, smiling and waving into the camera. “We’re all hanging in out here, but uh, we could really use a pick up. Just don’t leave us for cheese burgers.” Monica chuckled and winked at the camera. Both Aria and Jeff looked at her then one another in confusion at that. Monica noticed and waved them off before turning back to the camera. “We might need an assist on Mel though. Hurry.”

Jeff got the idea that even just a few seconds of video was probably pushing it, so he stopped the recording and sent it as a second transmission. Hopefully the text message would reach him quick enough and the video would get there eventually. He let out the breath he was holding and slouched back into the chair. The background noise of the rumbling engines resumed its place filling the space.

Jeff turned and looked at his mother.

“Cheese burgers?”

The laugh that rolled from Monica’s throat was so deep and rich and delightful that for only a moment Jeff forgot they were literally lost in space. It served perfectly well to cut the tension and from Monica’s point of view, it gave her operating system an opportunity to speak a little more freely about her conversion.

“Well, this was while you kids were still pretty young. I was..I had just gotten…my conversion was done and everything and I was still getting adjusted to everything. I had been like this for maybe two months or so.” She swallowed, unsure why this was stirring up all kinds of emotional responses. Though it was a comfort to her, at least a little, that there still remained parts of her old human life inside the code.

“-and you know know how your father can be. Can’t keep his hands off of a good piece of technology-”

“Ew, Mom…” Aria chided.

“Not like that. I mean yes like that, but that’s not the point.” Aria made a disgusted face, but let her mother continue. “Anyway, he was tinkering with something inside of me, just trying to optimize stuff, you know how he gets. So, I was in his workshop on one of the benches there. He had taken me apart, not completely apart mind you, just opened my torso and detached my head and was working on tweaking some things.”

While Aria might have begun to feel a little uncomfortable at imagining her mother in that kind of state, Jeff, on the other hand, was beginning to feel a warm rumble in his body. That same sensation that he had gotten when Egg was explaining how her hands worked, how his body had responded when he imagined her in pieces. The same wandering thoughts he had experienced with Egg, taking her apart and toying with her body. Those same feelings assaulted him but now they were about Monica, the robot, personality offline and squirming below his hands as he-

“But we hadn’t told any of our friends about the procedure and the disease and all that, so when someone knocked on the door your father had to run and take care of that. Before he did though he made sure to close and lock the room I was in, because no one wants to see their neighbor all spread out across a table.”

Jeff imagined her spread across a table, though probably in a slightly different way…

“It was Greg and Kate, I don’t know that you guys remember them. They were our neighbors back at the old house. Anyway, they wanted to go out for some dinner, and I guess maybe your father forgot about his half disassembled robot wife or something. So he agreed, said I was feeling sick, Mel was old enough to watch you two and he just kinda left me there. They went out for dinner and got to talking and your dad lost track of time.”

Monica leaned against the wall in the cockpit and chuckled to herself.

“I was furious, well, at least when I reconnected to my emotional subprocessor I was. I gave him hell for it for a long time, but now I just kind of tease him about it. It became code for ‘don’t leave me hanging’ you know, ‘Oh, I’ll be right back honey..sure as long as you aren’t going for cheese burgers.’”

Monica chuckled to herself and delighted in the fondly remembered memories. Jeff and Aria simply nodded along and smiled politely at their mother. It was good to have a bit of laughter and a relief in some of the tension.

“Welp.” Jeff said, slapping his hands against his knees. “Dad gave me a lot of work to do. I need to go raid Egg’s lab and see if I can find all this stuff.”

“Egg?” Monica asked.

“The head engineer lady. She was showing me her workspace earlier and has a lot of the stuff that I might use to finish fixing up Mel.”

Monica blinked back at him, her logic processors were still struggling to connect some dots. “But..Egg?”

“Oh, uh, she was also an android, and apparently her serial number looked kinda like the word ‘EGG’ like…it was six six three and if you-”

“Ahh, if you flip the numbers around it looks like letters. Got it. Okay.” Monica said at last. “She was an android too?”

“Yeah, built, not converted like you. She was showing me some stuff before everything went to shit”

“Language.” Monica muttered but let it slide.

“Right, uh, I’ll be in the engine room if you need me.”

Jeff wandered off at that, knowing full well that it was unlikely that Aria would come to find him. The terror in her eyes was still burned into his mind from when she had floated in there before. He was fairly sure those images would haunt her for a while.

Aria and Monica watched him leave. Monica watched him go, smirking after him. He was becoming more and more like his father everyday, and she noted that he was filling out nicely. He was strong, not quite toned and fit, but he looked good in his cargo pants and watching him walk away from them drew her eyes down his body.

After he disappeared she turned back to Aria, smiling warmly at her. There were some things that a mother could just tell, and even after her conversion she was still Aria’s parent.

“Something wrong?” She asked.

Aria had pulled her legs up onto the chair and was hugging them now. She looked worried, but more than that, she looked anxious about something. It wasn’t a new thing for her, Monica recognized the stance and attitude, it wasn’t a new thing for little Aria.

“I just. I don’t know what to think.” She began.

“What about?” Monica asked, even though she could very easily guess.

“You, Mel…me…Just. Everything about…”

“About being converted to a robot to avoid your genetics?”

“Yeah.” Aria whispered in reply.

“Maybe I can help answer some questions. I am an expert on the subject these days.”

Aria had to smirk at that and unfurled herself from the chair. She kicked against the control console to turn herself to face her mother. She was met with a face that she recognized, a soft smile, slightly raised eyebrows and a look that said she was ready to talk and that nothing was going to offend her. It was her mother’s safest expression, the one she put on when she really wanted to talk and wanted to make her kids feel safe to open up.

It used to work well on Aria, she always talked to her mom. In light of recent events and discoveries and conversations, that seemed like it would be a challenge, but she had to try.

“Does…Do you still feel like, like yourself?”

“Sure. I still have all my memories and personality and everything up here.” Monica tapped the side of her head. That wasn’t where anything was stored, but for her daughter’s sake it seemed like the right move.

“No, I mean, do you feel like you?”

That took some processing. Monica’s operating system and connected pathways rolled the question around for some time. She was used to nearly instant answers and information, but this was more complicated than that. She had to define what she felt, not just what her sensors registered. She needed to define what ‘self’ was and if she could even recall what that ‘self’ was before the conversion then compare it to now.

If she was being truly honest with herself, she noticed no difference. Then again, she didn’t know if that was because she was specifically programmed not to feel anything different. Was there some block of code that specifically suppressed a disconnect between the old human ways of thinking and feeling and how she processed things now? Would she even know if there was?

She began to respond slowly. “I, think, I feel the same.” She exhaled. “I suppose there are differences, but it's the same kind of thing as me asking you if you feel a difference between when you were ten and when you turned eighteen. Same person, but different, well different everything. I suppose I haven’t actually answered the question, have I. Yes, I still feel the same as before, at least personality wise. I know this body is new and I can hear and see better.”

“Do you miss some of those things?” Aria asked, feeling slightly comforted, at least enough to ask more.

“What things?”

“Like, little..human..things. Aches and pains, or not being able to know things immediately or, you know, just-”

“Ah I see what you mean.”

There was more processing in that question. On the surface Monica definitely did not miss having headaches, or the way her legs would cramp up if she stretched the wrong way in her sleep or the fatigue that diseases caused. Then again, there was something missing. There were moments like this, where she wanted to connect with someone, her daughter, her friends, her husband, that was a challenge. On some level or another she knew that she was different from them.

She was about to respond when another thought came bubbling up out of nowhere. Aria wasn’t asking her if she missed being an organic human. She was asking if, or when, the same disease that claimed Monica’s organic body took hers, if she would feel different. Her eyes flicked to the sketch pad that Aria had been drawing on, set aside for this conversation.

If I need to be converted, would I be the same Aria as I am right now.

That was the real question. Would some things that inspired Aria go away if she too needed to become a machine? Regardless of stored memories or a personality that was mark for mark identical to a human's, there were things that only a human could do or feel. In that regard, Monica supposed there were some things she missed, she did feel different, she was different.

“Sure. There are some things I miss. Interpreting the world around me is much more, what’s the right word for it, mathematical. My operating system interprets things like a gentle breeze as a temperature, and a registered force against my face and sends that off to be processed and I respond in the same way I would when I was a human. I close my eyes and smile and breathe deep and let it wash over me. But it’s not exactly the same.”

“Are you…okay with that?” Aria asked.

“I have to be. What alternative did I have?”

Aria looked away. Her eyes flicked to the void of space beyond. Deep and dark and empty. Monica saw this and pressed her lips into a hard line. She suspected she knew what Aria was thinking. A young woman, barely into adulthood, being told that there was a non-zero chance of a fate she clearly didn’t want. What alternative did Aria have? Monica didn’t want to think about that.

“The good news is that by now the genetic markers should have been appearing in your regular check ups, and they haven’t.”

“But they still could.” Aria said, sulking.

“I suppose. Yes. But we’ll tackle that when the time comes. If the time comes. And we will do it together, as a family.” Monica said, attempting to be as comforting as possible while still trying to remain realistic.

“Yeah.” Aria whispered.

The pair sat in silence for a moment or two. Monica wanted so badly to comfort Aria, but facts were facts, there was little anyone could do to prevent a genetic condition. You had it or you didn’t, and so far Aria didn’t. Her daughter was right though, there was no telling when or if it would manifest itself. Aria had a lot on her mind, and clearly had for a while now. Stranded in space wasn’t the most ideal environment for those kinds of thoughts either, but just like the disease, there was nothing to be done for it.

“Hey Mom, I could use a hand if you have a second.”

Jeff’s shouting from down the hall shattered the silence in the cockpit. Monica looked to her daughter and rose, placing a gentle hand on Aria’s shoulder and noticed a single silvery tear rolling down her cheek. She bent and hugged her daughter and felt the soft sobbing that rolled through Aria’s slight body. She cooed softly into Aria’s ear, assuring her that everything was going to be okay, and that they would make it through this together. Aria nodded, but didn’t believe her mother for a single second.

Monica strolled out of the cockpit and towards the engine room, leaving Aria alone, just her and the emptiness of space.

She wasn’t sure what was worse. The looming threat of a disease she couldn’t prevent, or the measure it took to stop it.

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It was a fairly unassuming envelope. Simple, white, crisp letting and a stamp. Natalie’s name was hand written in black ink in the kind of immaculate lettering that let her know that this was not written by human hands.

She shuffled it into the rest of her mail, two bills and a flier for a free tune up with the purchase of some other body upgrades. She was curious about what the exact contents of the envelope was, but she knew what it was about. Beth had let her know to be looking for the invitation in the mail. This had to be it.

With the mail tossed onto the table, Natalie settled into her reading chair and tucked a strand of chestnut colored hair behind her ear, and pulled open the envelope. The invitation inside was simple, so simple in fact that Natalie couldn’t help but bark a single, small laugh.

9:00am
Holman Spa and Detailing
Saturday.

Efficient and effective. It was everything Natalie needed to know, and with plenty of time to prepare. She had to wait a week, but that was likely to allow the other guests time to clear their schedule and take care of anything else. Likely to give Beth time to arrange some things as well. Which was fine, Natalie’s schedule was clear most days and she made her own schedule. So far there were no appointments for Saturday or Sunday, and with this invitation, she wouldn’t take on any clients for those days either. This would honestly be a lovely way to break up the monotony of just plugging herself in and waiting for Monday morning.

Natalie shoved herself out of the chair and began to move to her room. Her black leather jacket and grey shirt came off quickly. Her well worn chuck taylors slipped off and were unceremoniously kicked across the room and joined by her jeans a moment later. The advantage to being an android was that you only really needed to do laundry when something truly awful happened to you, but Natalie gathered up her clothes and tossed them into a hamper.

Reminders were set on her built in calendar. Friday, Laundromat. Saturday, party. Sunday Recover. Perfect.

Natalie huffed a little, and then flopped into bed. She closed her eyes and bid the small connection port in the side of her neck to open. Where there was once pristine skin, now an opening formed and revealed the hard, dull grey plastic within. She wasn’t going to bother looking for her charging cable, she was vaguely aware of where she had left it. Her hand shot out, flopping and probing along her side table a few times before she found it.

She brought it to her neck, plugged it in, and the world faded into scrolling code and darkness. All that remained a moment later was a countdown timer to when she needed to reactivate and get dressed for work. Just the same as the night before, and tomorrow night, and the night after that..until saturday.

That brought a smile.

Kyla’s eyes fluttered open, right on time, greeted by the dim morning light. Or at least as much of it as could be filtered through the blinds. Her soft green eyes were partially obscured by the ruffle of red hair that had fallen across her face. All too soon a hand found its way to the power cable jutting from an open port in her chest, but not before a small playful grope.

“Hands off, I'm a taken woman.” Kyla muttered, her voice thick with a groggy haze. It was a playful thing, she was actually fully aware of what was happening around her, even as her systems continued to boot.

“Yeah, by me, you dweeb.”

Evie’s voice came from the other side of the bed, followed by a brief kiss on the cheek. Kyla smiled at that and turned to try and reciprocate, only to find herself looking at the back of her girlfriend as she slipped off the bed. The subtle whispers of seams where two panels of artificial flesh met criss crossed her back. They were familiar to Kyla.

The small whine from the bed turned Evie’s head back to Kyla. Dark hair with a single blue streak on one side of her head framed Evie’s face. As soon as she saw Kyla she rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile.

Her lover was pointing at her lips and making a cute little pout. Evie crawled back in bed and obliged one more kiss, and one more grope. After that, the pair was out of bed and getting dressed for the day. Kyla was preparing herself to sneak up on Evie and grab her from behind, maybe with the element of surprise she could drag the woman giggling back into bed. The obnoxious squeak of their mail flap interrupted what her OS planned.

Evie was there first, scooping up the junk mail and sifting through it before her eyes lit up. Kyla appeared in the doorway, she had managed to get a skirt and bra on and was working to button up a blouse. Evie’s delighted expression earned a raised eyebrow from Kyla. A moment later her optics flicked to the envelope that had been torn open, and the simple card in Evie’s hands. Then she too lit up.

“Saturday.” Evie said.

“Saturday.” Kyla confirmed.

Being a hostess wasn’t exactly in Beth’s nature. She was used to being a participant, but how could she pass up the opportunity to gather her friends in one place and party hard. An unexpected windfall of cash provided the perfect opportunity as well.

Holman’s Spa and Detailing, just Holmans to most of the people who utilized their services, was a small and unassuming building. Little more than a small office building or clinic. A single receptionist in a fairly sterile lobby with a trickling and serene water feature to one side and far too many living indoor plants. To one side of the desk loomed a single door.

Anyone who walked in off the streets would be greeted and have their questions answered. If they didn’t belong there, they were turned away. And who belonged there? It was by appointment only, which kept out most people who didn’t know what they were in for.

The rest of the clientele made it through the door and from there, around a small hallway, past the office manager's room, and down the stairs.

Holmans basement was the real spa. Which stretched the meaning of spa a little more than most people might expect. Human’s imagine natural hot springs with open air pools looking to the skies above, bamboo gardens and native american flute music. Or warm earthy tones on the walls to a hallway that led to massage rooms.

Holmans looked more like a club. A massive central space with a small stage at one end. The speakers were a permanent fixture there. A DJ could easily place their equipment there and hold something akin to a rave, though those rarely happened. More often than not it was simply used to play soft music. Nothing like a spa, though nothing like a rave or dance party either. Deep bassy beats and enough rhythm to get the body moving in just the right way.

The outer rim of the roughly rounded room were doors, open, welcoming, and inviting. Private spaces for lovers to retreat if they wanted, but not today.

Beth was in the center of the room. The lights were at their fullest brightness and even then it still had a moody dimness to it. Fine for her event, less ideal for coordinating the set up. The light, dim as it might be seemed to be fully absorbed by her caramel colored skin, even as it shimmered on her black hair.

In her hands she was holding a clipboard with hastily scrawled notes from herself, to herself. Many of the items were checked off, some had other notes, some were simply there. Around her, the equally robotic crew was setting up for the party she had arranged. By tomorrow morning this entire place would be filled with the two dozen or so robotic men and women she had made contact with over the years. What better way to celebrate her friends than dragging them all into one place for some socializing.

She had made sure that all of them were warned well ahead of time about what, exactly, that meant.

She had laid out her plan well ahead of time. A soft start, pun fully intended, in the morning. Shake hands, introduce everyone to everyone else, and offer an hour or so to get everyone set up.

Her eyes darted over to the table across from her. Small vials filled with semi-viscous fluids were being slotted into a flower covered rack. Organized by brand and displayed invitingly. Next to it were more innocuous containers, each one labeled with the vendor and product name. All of them sported something suggestive. Soon the table was filled with a lovely display of artificial lubricants and options for cum.

She had had the option of flavors, but once she mentioned that this was going to be a robot only orgy, the concept of scents and flavors became somewhat moot. Those were usually human centered concerns, and there would be no one biological in the building on Saturday.

She carried on down her list, standing in the lowered “pit” at the center of the space. Soon she began to pace around, taking it all in, marking off what was done, what was in progress, and what wouldn’t be ready until the next morning. Her only hope was to get the majority of her list checked off before tomorrow so she might actually partake in the festivities.

The Saturday morning sunrise was as lovely as any other. Washing the morning haze in a subtle riot of colors. Once the heat from the sun slammed into the fog, everything cleared and to Beth’s relief, everything had gotten done the day before. The only thing she was waiting on now was-

“Hi there.”

The voice of a woman snapped her back from her track of running over the needed items..again. Tall, darker skin, and a frizzy afro on her head. The woman wore a polo shirt with the logo of Holman’s just over the right breast. Then in small wording just below it were the words “Technical crew.”

“Cynthia Mills. You must be Beth.”

The pair shook hands and continued on down the stairs to the event space.

“The work order just called for a technical crew for upkeep. Care to enlighten me on that.” Cynthia said as she reached the bottom of the steps.

With a dark stain crossing Beth’s face, she supposed it was a reasonable thing to ask. And she should be upfront.

“Well, we’re having a bit of a, uh, a sexually charged gathering here today.” Beth began.

“Robot orgy?” Cynthia said bluntly, lacking any and all judgement in her voice.

“Yeah.”

“Nice. I’m jealous. My professional programming will keep me from participating, but I’ll enjoy the show at least.” She ended with a wink.

Beth chuckled. “Well, the folks involved are probably going to like a bit of personal attention. Help with keeping them running, swapping parts if they want, and uh- w- well they probably want to be. You know…”

“Treated like a good little robot?”

“Yeah.”

“Sounds good. Not the first orgy I’ve worked honey, no need to be embarrassed.” Cynthia said.

With that out of the way, and a list of model numbers and types in hand, Cynthia picked out one of the empty rooms and began the arduous task of bringing in her crew. Two other women, a plethora of tools and technology, and two very study looking benches. Everything looked to be in place for them to set up a very effective mobile repair station.

Each of the benches were draped with surprisingly soft sheets and, much like you might find in any other conventional massage parlor, soft music and dimmed lights. It was an interesting choice, Beth thought, but Cynthia had done this before. Who was she to criticize a professional in their element?

The small chime from up the stairs and the giddy sound of voices trickling down the stairs let Beth know that the first of her guests had arrived. Even though she wasn’t specifically listening to the voices, and intentionally ignoring the broadcast signals from the units, she knew who this would be.

Natalie for sure, she was perpetually on time. No, she was perpetually early. She had probably arrived fifteen minutes ago and was simply waiting outside. Evie would be there too, showing up perfectly on time, which meant there was a good chance Kyla was there too. She supposed it really depended on where Kyla had spent the previous night. On her own, she would be late by at least a half an hour. If she and Evie had spent the night together, then certainly she was there too.

There were other voices too, some she recognized, some that were just lost in the cacophony of sounds. Some male, some female, some that were a little more challenging to pick out. Not that it mattered, Beth had rented out the spa for the next eight hours, there would be plenty of time to see everyone, and with any luck, everything.

Everyone was greeted the same way. Beth stood at the base of the stairs, smiling broadly with her hands folded behind her back. The strategically ripped jeans showing off just enough of the darker skin that they contained. Her tank top teased at her bosom and flagrantly showed her belly, as well as left her arms, and by proxy the spiraling tattoos, on display.

“Hey nice kicks.” Natalie mentioned as she reached the bottom of the stairs, Evie and Kyla in toe. Just as Beth had expected.

Both robotic women looked down at the Chuck Taylors on their feet and shared a quick giggle before hugging one another. The leather jacket Natalie wore creaking slightly from the embrace. Once it was broken Evie and Kyla were brought into a similar hug. There was a small line forming behind the trio, but that was alright. Beth was more than happy to make her announcement a few times.

“Charging stations over there in case you need to top off. Next to those are some canvas bags with tags, put your clothes in there for safe keeping. Mechanics on the left, and-” Beth explained, only to be interrupted by Kyla.

“Are those alternate sex modules?” The redheaded woman said as her green eyes literally sparkled. Kyla was off, making a beeline for the table where her toughest choice was about to be not if, but which one she should try first.

Natalie, meanwhile, was off to check in on the flowery display of lubricants, stopping first at the table arrayed with bags. Once there, her jacket came off, then her shirt and bra. Her jacket was bulky enough to take up a whole bag, everything else fit neatly into a second bag. Tied off, labeled, and stored, Natalie strode on. Unlike her robotic companions, Natalie looked perfectly human to the naked eye. No seam lines or obvious panels.

Beth and Evie watched her go, smiling after her as she practically skipped to the table before turning back to one another.

“Long time no see, you goober!” Evie said as she leaned in for a warm embrace.

“Yep, not since Marcella’s party, right?” Evie commented. She knew for a fact that it was true, as did Beth. The memories of a robot were tough to muddle.

“Wasn’t that the night you and I got caught making out in the cupboard because all the bedrooms were taken?” Evie said.

“Almost got caught.” Beth corrected.

“That’s not how I remember it. Because somehow Kate got pulled in there too.”

“Yeah but that wasn’t because we got caught.”

The pair had a small, silent standoff. Both squinting at one another as something in their operating systems double and then triple checked the memory logs from the event date. Each verified that their version was correct, but also that it wasn’t worth arguing about. So instead they each gently cracked a smile that devolved into a round of laughter and another tight hug.

“Once this is over. You and me need to catch up.” Evie said as she broke the embrace and trot along to catch up with Kyla. Once she caught up with her Beth could hear the gentle waft of their conversation.

“C’mon, let’s find a good one for you.” Their clothes came off as they walked. Each article reveals more of their naked, feminine bodies. Subtle but visible seam lines streaking across their bodies and marking access panels and pre-fabricated plates of synthetic skin.

Beth looked along after those three before turning back and being met with another group of androids, so she repeated the small introduction she had given the first three. She knew she would be saying those same things a lot for the next half an hour or so, which was alright with her. On a certain level she enjoyed the exercise. It gave her a rare opportunity to simply construct a looped program and execute it over and over. It allowed her to operate, and more importantly, feel like a machine.

In a world that expected all of its robotic citizens to mimic humanity, Beth reveled in a moment of raw robotic sensations. Regardless of how much she looked and acted like a human, she wasn’t, and she liked how that tickled some of her programmed responses.

Eventually everyone who was invited, was here. SHe darted up the stairs for a moment and let the receptionist know as much. With a curt nod she walked around her little desk and locked the front door. If anyone needed out, that was easy to accomplish, but for now, the spa was closed to the outside world.

By the time Beth reached the base of the stairwell again, the sounds of sex were already beginning to slither up to her audio sensors. That drew a smile. She might as well join in. Her tank top came off in a single, well programmed move and revealed the nicely proportioned breasts attached to her chest. Shoes kicked off and jeans removed. There was a brief moment where she contemplated just letting her clothes fall where they were, she was the host after all. But in the end they were stuffed in a bag and she lightly stepped down into the pillow studden pit at the center of the space.

Evie and Kyla’s trip to the table displaying a wide spread of alternate sexual modules was a productive one. Evie wanted to try each and everyone, but Kyla reminded her that there would likely not be enough time to try out each one, though there was plenty of time for one, or two, or five…

Kyla, meanwhile, plucked one of the male sexual modules from the table. Longer than average, which was no surprise, but it wasn’t one of the monstrously large ones. Though there were other androids at the table who were eyeballing it. She wondered for a moment if they might cross paths over the course of the day. That didn’t matter at the moment though, she and Evie were picking something nice out for one another and then stepping into the technicians room to have them swapped out by a professional.

“Good morning, here for a little tune up or do you- Oh, yep, hardware to install.” The chipper technician said to Evie and Kyla as they entered the small IT space. “Well the first thing is for you both to authorize me as an occasional administrator on your systems, just a one day pass.”

She tapped a small badge on her shirt and once Kyla and Evie were both looking at it she lifted a small plastic cover on it to reveal a QR code. The pair of female robots could have stopped their optics from scanning it, but there was no need and they knew it.

The scan triggered a pop up to appear in each of their fields of vision. A system message asking them to grant the entity with the attached digital signature to a 24 hour all rights admin pass. Both confirmed, and once done their own system replied with a data packet of their own, confirming the permissions.

Once received, the technician dropped all of the sweetness and gentle bedside manner she had before. Her voice was smooth and flat as she ordered rather than asked Evie and Kyla to get up onto the work benches she had set up.

Without hesitation, without even changing their facial expression didn’t even change. For all the sentience and sapience that the pair, and indeed all the robots in the spa that day had, it was a program that could be locked and suspended.

“Spread your legs.”

The simple command took precedence over absolutely everything else. Cute little responses were formulated, but never spoken, little fidgets and jitters were sent to the processors, but were rejected. All because the administrator told them to do something, everything else could wait. So both girls pulled their heels back, lifting their knees and let the motor controls in their hips and knees relax, allowing gravity to gently spread their legs open and expose the feminine sexual units there.

“Disengage locks and eject.”

Another simple command. So easy to follow. The muffled ping of mechanical latches releasing didn’t even register to the girls, they weren’t listening. Why would they? Even when a pair of gloved fingers dug into their slit, curled until there was some friction and then pulled out the entire sexual module, there was still no response. None was needed. In that moment, while their artificial minds might be lustfully enjoying the moment, there was nothing in their operating system that would express that, because they hadn’t been ordered to.

Both modules were plucked from their host bodies. The soft fleshy end giving way to the cold metal and plastic mechanisms behind it. A long tube-like structure attached just behind the supple flesh, perfect for taking in a long thick cock.

Evie’s was far more sophisticated, or at least sleek. Dull grey plastic plates covered the myriad of tubes and wires that ran along the robotic sex. Kyla’s, on the other hand, looked like it had been dismantled and reassembled over and over. Because it had been. The amount of modifications the robotic redhead had done to herself to eek out just a little more pleasure was truly an incredible accomplishment.

Regardless of how often it generated a trip to her local mechanic. The two were on a first name basis now and she was often greeted with ‘the usual?’ She was going to pay for that woman’s luxury upgrades.

Even the technician, programmed to be an impeccable professional, seemed a little surprised by it. Still, it was slipped into an anti-static bag, labeled and set aside. With that done, all that remained was to install the new module. Beth’s preparations paid off as all of the modules had a small amount of storage space on them, and drivers for each and every model in attendance had been preloaded. All that needed to be done was to slide it in place and let the automated installation take place.

Evie went as far as to let out a small gasp as her chosen module was clicked into place. She was an elegant machine, and it smoothly nestled into place. The lock was little more than a distant ping as the mechanisms clicked home. Then the installation started causing her operating system to dutifully take in the drivers and install them.

While Evie installed Kyla had her sexual module inserted. The technician smirked at it, fitting the thing into place and jiggling it a little to get it to slide along the rails inside of Kyla’s hips. Modified bots were always an..interesting..thing to work on. Still, it finally clamped into place and the data began to flow.

Evie was done, alerting the technician with another small gasp. She stepped around to her and addressed Evie again. “Resume your previous programming set.”

It took Evie’s OS a moment to pull up those configurations, but then she blinked and smiled and relaxed. She was back online and looked from her freshly installed slit to Kyla.

“Self test. One moment.” Kyla replied to a question no one asked.

The mismatched sex between her legs stiffened, twitching slightly as it rose from between her otherwise shapely feminine legs. Once it was up, there was a moment where Kyla sucked in a deep breath as if she were preparing for something strenuous, though the technician knew it was just a quick blast of cooling for the girl's processor core. Then the cock seemed to harden in a way that Evie found both hard to describe while being unimaginably enticing.

“Complete.”

Simple as that, and the administrator lock on her system ended. Kyla’s OS pulled up the previous configuration, even without the explicit request to do so, and then she blinked. Once her human emulation was back online her newly installed cock sagged and deflated, coming to rest against her thigh. Evie pouted at that, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Thanks doc!” Kyla said, tossing a salute her way.

With that, the girls swept out of the office and out into the ever growing chorus of pleasured groans and lewd sounding moans. Cynthia strode to the doorway and leaned against it, crossing her legs at the ankles and just watching, letting her optics record some of the juicier bits as she waited for the next robot to saunter in.

Beth had made her way to one of the tables and stashed her clothes before turning back to the scene before her. She had long since finished the last of her mechanically spoken welcome message. Once her darker shade of skin joined the overall nudity of her orgy, she turned and surveyed the scene. Her optics bouncing from place to place, swiveling silently in her robotic sockets and her artificial mind taking it all in.

And there was a lot to take in.

A few dozen or so guests had arrived, sporting a two to one ratio of female machines to the male android population. There was a decent amount of purely male on female sex happening, though there were more than a few cases of those pairings being joined by others. There was little complaint from any of her guests. She had, after all, invited those she knew that would be welcoming to this.

In the pit in the center of the room there were a myriad of parts, remotely connected to their owners, most of the time, and adding to the writhing mass of flesh and metal. Beth sucked in a deep breath, not because she needed it at the moment, her own cooling systems were purring along easily, but because when she let it seep out of her nostrils she knew it would be the last one she took for a little while.

She let her smile fade as her operating system obeyed the commands of her own artificial intellect. Shutting down many of those small things that would make her look and act human. Small little fidgets, the gentle sway of her hips as she moved her weight from one foot to the other. Breathing. Blinking. As she descended into the pit as a machine who knew it was a machine and delighted in that fact.

It slipped down to its knees, leaning in to let its lips press into the top of a foot, toes curling as the owner gulped down an almost comically long shaft into her throat. The sensations were overwhelming to the operating system, but there was more than enough remaining processing power to splay out the toes, curling them with every thrust and relaxing them a moment later.

The dark skinned robot continued to move, continued to kiss. A trail of faint saline based saliva from its tongue trailing upwards. Across the thighs, triggering the woman to spread her legs and invite the robot into her waiting slit. Slick folds, ready and waiting invited her in, and Beth was not going to deny herself or programming from that.

The vague change in pitch as the android gurgled on something stuffed in her throat and now Beth’s tongue inside of her clit was barely imperceptible. Still, the pleasure was rising and it would only be a matter of time before there was some kind of explosive reaction from that. Computers all worked, relatively, the same way. Do something to trigger a program to load, the computer loads it, and then it’s executed. Simple as that. Beth was doing her part to mechanically and efficiently trigger those events.

It wasn’t long before Beth felt a new sensation slap across her rear end. A well swung hand produced a sharp sound and Beth’s purely artificial mind had to decide. Look and see who that was, or just keep eating out the robotic woman in front of her.

Surprises were the spice of life.

Her tongue remained firmly planted between the flexing folds of the woman she was with. Her toes flexing harder now with every passing moment. Beth was fine with that, she was a machine, and she was doing what she was programmed for. The data scrolled through her circuitry like a merry band and it made her move and moan and lick on.

It also made her chest drop a little more and present her rear end to whoever was behind her.

Soon the dark skinned robot found herself filled from behind. The thick shaft attached to one of her guests found no resistance as it drove deep inside of her own moistened slit. Hands were on the hips and pulling the android host hard against the body. Beth’s sensors only barely registered that those hands and hips felt far more feminine than masculine. That deserved a look.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Beth pulled back and looked over her shoulder as the woman she had been working on executed those loaded programming sets. She wailed in raw sensual ecstasy, and not for the first time today, nor the last. But as she moaned around the cock in her mouth she pulled away from Beth, choosing instead to rise to her knees and suckle more on her user.

Beth made no reaction to recognizing Kyla. Her human emotional responses were offline by choice. Right now was a time for Beth to feel like a piece of equipment rather than a robot girl impersonating humanity. Though the short crop of bright red hair and pale green eyes resting among a field of freckles was more than enough to confirm who it was. The already stiff cock was new, but welcome. Beth nodded once to Kyla, consenting to whatever was about to happen and then turned back.

The moment of distraction allowed for an open spot in front of her, and Beth found herself confronted with someone familiar. Evie’s form slipped into view and Beth’s optics took her in. Raw data collection started. The facial features and tell tale blue streak in her hair registered perfectly in Beth’s database of known entities. The playful smile and the half lidded eyes were only confirmation of that. Though, the pussy between Evie’s legs was unfamiliar. Freshly installed and obviously not her default because the skin tones were off just enough.

Not that it would stop her robotically lustful programming. Pleasure was pleasure, it was another thing to trigger, and Beth knew what she was doing. She leaned in, and immediately dug her thumbs deep into the soft skin around the artificial sex.

Software latches were fine for maintenance and parts swapping, but there was something so raw, so visceral, about one machine manually disengaging the locks on another machine that sent shivers up the spine. Evie in particular let her head roll back as her friend and host unlatched the bindings holding her newly installed sex in place.

Beth was gentle and cautious to slide it out of her friend, allowing a moment or two for the remote session to engage and link up with Evie’s operating system. The shiver that rolled down Evie’s body let her know the connection was made, and then it was time to bring the detached pussy to her mouth.

Now it was Evie’s turn to add her voice to the din of moans in the room. There was something so hedonistically pleasurable about having her most intimate parts removed and used. She would never grow bored of it, and she would never have to.

The rhythmic thrusting from behind her made for a few awkward movements, but that was all part of the fun. Beth’s highly calibrated systems adjusted to it. Leaning back when she expected a thrust and wiggling a little when Kyla was pulling back. Her breasts swayed and fell into a similar rhythm, as did Evie. All three writhed and moaned and found their operating systems flooded with sexual data that only contributed to the rising need for release.

Each of the mechanical women felt it, to some degree or another. There was no timer, no percentage building from zero to one hundred, just new processes that were spooled into existence and sent to the operating system. They were parsed and processed and tagged and logged. Each one of them was a building block in an ever growing sequence that would eventually crest into an outward expression.

Each thrust from Kyla’s cock into Beth’s wet folds contributed to the redheads orgasm sequence. It helped decide how it would execute. It would add flavor and depth to it. It would determine how hard she would be panting once she released. It would tip the scales on where and how hard Kyla let her love fly.

Beth, operating purely as a machine of pleasure at the moment would take in those thrusts and analyze them. They informed her operating system on how vigorous she should be fluttering her tongue against Evie’s artificial clit. They let her know how to adjust the volume on her vocal module to let out just the right keening squeal once that orgasm did arrive. Evie’s hips thrusting into her mouth and jockeying for more of the brown skinned beauties tongue would play a part in if Beth even executed that orgasm at all, or if she remained purely mechanical and coldly thanked her users.

Evie’s eyes fluttered with raw pleasure and her operating system gathered the electric joy she felt from the luxury model sex unit that was previously between her legs. The small amount of lag between when Beth would slowly drag her tongue up the entire length of her slit and when her processors registered the data didn’t matter. It came in bursts of packaged data and that data was unpacked and processed in equal bursts. Her own climax was steadily climbing, the building blocks that Beth was laying out were stacking up, and once they reached their height Evie would let the sexual module and its associated programming do what it was made for.

That was until a new figure loomed over Evie, blocking out the dim lights above the pillow packed sex pit. A body lowered over her, and she made no move to try and stop it. Natalie’s equally slick folds found their way to the small part of four robotic girls and joined in. Her moans coming out as louder, perhaps than they should have been. Partially because of just how excited she was to be there, but more practically because of the lack of buffering between the speakers in her throat and the world around her.

Natalie’s head was missing from the top of her neck. Missing was probably the wrong word, she knew where it was, even if Evie didn’t It was in Kyla’s hands, brought to the redheads lips for a long distance kiss. Filled with equal parts passion and lust. Still, she squatted over Evie and accepted the robot's expertly crafted tongue into her. It took more than a little processing power to truncate the enormous amount of requests to bounce up and down. She knew that she always did that and was trying to leave space for Evie to work.

And work she did. Natlaie might have tried to stay still, but there was a quivering in her servo motors that was beyond manual control. The flow of data and electricity was too great for them to stay still just like it was impossible for Natalie to control the volume of her lewd sounding grunts and mewls. Not that it mattered. They were another voice in the rising chorus around the four.

Each of the four robotic women knew how long they were engaged with one another. There were internal clocks that would track that. Log files would read out, down to the second how long it took from first contact to their glorious group orgasm. It wasn’t agreed on ahead of time, but there were certain things that a synthetic woman’s operating system just picked up on. Subtle signs, data points and pattern recognition. It was what A.I.’s like them were good at.

That change in pitch. The hungry squeals. The audibly spoken phrases. Those helped too.

Everyone. Every single android, fembot, gynoid, and robot in attendance needed to be recharged for some amount of time during the day. There were just some activities that took a lot of juice out of a power cell. Beth had accounted for that, and there were more than enough power cables of every different type to accommodate.

Soon though, it was time to be done. Wrapping up and redressing, everyone made their way to the stairs for an exit on shaky legs. Motor control systems were fragile things, but Cynthia was happy to check out anyone who mentioned that they might be a little weak in the knees still. She had to remove a lot of previously installed sexual modules and modifications anyway, it wasn’t too much extra work to run a quick diagnostic.

Evie, Kyla and Natalie had offered to stick around to help clean up. Cheerfully commenting that they helped make some of these messes, so they might as well.

Beth had long ago re-engaged her human emulation. She loved the dip into being purely mechanical, but for interacting with her friends and being social, her human emulation was needed.

The consequence of that, she knew, was going to be the flood of sensations and executables that had been on standby while she mechanically fucked her way through her friend group. She was fully sentient, and because of that fully in control of when and where those executed. Like slowly opening a bottle of soda that had been shaken, she could let out just a little bit of that bubbling pressure.

For the hour or so it took to tidy up, she did just that. Letting her mind slip into autopilot a bit, while her higher level A.I. indulged itself. Feeding on a steady stream of low level pleasure. It would be a high she could ride for a long time. Well into the night and perhaps the next day.

She sighed, not because of the pleasure, but because she felt a small glimmer of pride and joy. She loved being a robot.

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Soldiering On

2026-05-01T17:25:18Z

Natalie Bayer:

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There was always a war raging somewhere in the world. Sometimes it went by different names; conflicts, battles, skirmishes and sometimes just simply situations. It didn’t matter the term anyone used to describe it, the events were usually the same. Bullets were flying, there was a scrambling chaos in the air and lives were lost. As a result of both the increasing technology and the destabilization of nations around the world, most nations dumped a massive amount of funding into research and development. The culmination of which was the introduction of realistic humanoid robots, most of which were initially used for military purposes but soon crept into civilian use with time. They were still extraordinarily expensive, particularly the military issued units which still resided somewhere in the thousands of dollars.

With the advent of androids that were life like enough to pass most challenges, a new era of espionage was born. Androids were crafted to look like every race in the word, speaking perfectly in the native language and programmed with local traditions and knowledge, along with a perfect loyalty to their home country. International spy rings made up entirely of just robotic units sprang up all over the globe and soon, government secrets were being tapped in to with no warning at all. The new robotic spies were capable of emulating a human in almost every way. New lines of androids perfectly suited for hacking computers were deployed to the field, and alongside them more specialized units that were expertly programmed in seduction and information extraction. Units from every country were dispersed among the population and used as their local government saw fit.

Claire, was one of these units. Her purpose was not something as subtle as infiltration and extraction, her construction and programming was geared more towards a “boots on the ground” type of soldier in an ongoing conflict in the middle east. War had been sparked there and the flames died down from time to time, or flared up in other regions, Claire and her division of android soldiers were made for quick deployment and specialized missions. She herself had successfully completed a dozen assignments and was gaining quite the reputation for themselves. Claire had received her orders earlier in the day that there was a high value target that had called for an immediate extraction from a local village that they were using as a safe house and base of operations. The person in question had been compromised and was requesting an escort out of the area with the intel that they had acquired.

So Claire and the rest of her squad mates, both human and android alike swayed back and forth on the transport helicopter as it sliced through the early morning air towards the village. She held her FN-SCAR-H battle rifle in one hand, while her other ran through the short shock of dark black hair on her head. The fingertips on her fingers grazing against the undershave on the sides of her skull. There was a short squeal in her ear as the pilot relayed information to the squad through his headset, though the sound played directly into Claire’s systems. She literally heard it in her head without the need for the bulky, noise isolating headsets her human companions required.

“Target LZ two klicks out” the man’s voice crackled in Claires ear.

Claire leaned out of her seat just a bit, well enough to see out of the side of the transport as it dropped low to the ground. In the distance she could make out a long black trail of smoke curling up from the place where the village was intended to be. In that instant her artificial mind told her they were in for a fight. She didn’t bother to look but pulled back the cocking handle on her rifle, chambering what would be the first of many rounds to be fired. Soon she felt the inertia of the helicopter shift and she was tilted backwards as the craft slowed and stopped. It never actually touched the ground, but Claire knew her time had come. She hopped from the seat, past the skids on the bottom of the helicopter and to the ground. She dropped into a crouch and brought her battle rifle up, expecting to have to return fire, but none came. Once her remaining squad mates had hopped from the transport and landed in a similar position and they were confident that no unfriendly retaliation was coming, the helicopter lifted off and began to drift away. Claire looked into the village and with the camera-like optics housed behind her artificial eyeballs, she zoomed in and began scanning for hostile activity.

“No contacts, move in” Claire barked, and raised a hand, extending two fingers upwards and then flicking them towards the village. Her squad mates rose with her and moved quickly past the small adobe wall and into the village proper. Each one taking cover in sets of two. The team moved forward, penetrating deeper into the village, keeping a keen eye on any signs of movement. From the corners of their eyes the human members could see small movements, mostly residents of the village ducking inside of their house. It was clear that the locals had seen the writing on the wall and knew that there was a conflict on the horizon. As the squad moved into the village, the source of the black column of smoke became apparent, as did the reasoning behind the attitudes of the villagers.

Towards the back corner of the village, nestled against two sections of the wall, was a small hut and just outside of it was a jeep. The vehicle was engulfed in flames, the fabric of the seats curled and bubbled weirdly and the engine compartment leaked flames from the sides. The whole thing was riddled with bullet holes and one side door was shredded from what looked like a fragmentation grenade. Claire looked from the jeep to the hut, the door looked like it was shattered inward, but the interior was too dark to see inside.

“Spread out, I don’t want any visitors getting the drop on us.” Claire ordered before stepping up to the door and pressing herself against the door jamb. She activated the night vision lens inside of her eyes and peeked into the dark interior, weapon at the ready. The hut was only one room, but it looked in utter disarray. The sparse amount of furniture was shredded by gunfire, and the walls were not pockmarked with a litany of shrapnel and bullets. Shattered pottery and ceramics lay on the floor of the makeshift kitchen and even the crude floor boards were pulled up and mangled. Most prominently, a body lay against the far back wall.

It was a woman, her head was tilted to one side and her eyes remained open. There was a clear bullet hole directly between her eyes, though no blood. Scattered around the girl were shattered and torn pieces of electronics, wires, cables, and pieces of green circuit boards. Even as Claire looked in on her she could see a small wisp of smoke curling out of the hole in the robot’s head. Her eyes were wide open and a pistol lay in her hands with spent shell casings around her. Claire could see that whoever it was that took her down was entirely unaware that she was a robot, in all likelihood they had torched her jeep, riddled her home with automatic weapons fire and then spotted a body. Claire knew better, the android’s head and likely central processors were taken out, but the data was still sound.

Claire carefully moved into the home then crouched down next to the android. She lifted the girl’s green tank top shirt and held a hand over her belly. The wireless radio embedded in Claire’s hand registered with the agent’s system, using the last remnants of her power core to unseal a small belly panel that retracted inward and then slid up into her body. There wasn’t much to speak of below the panel, save for a plastic frame with a panel covered in ceramic armor plating. Claire reached in and unsnapped the plate from its resting place to reveal a bay of drives and a data port. Claire set down her battle rifle and reached out, forcing the two vacant and lifeless robotic eyes closed on her fellow fallen android compatriot. There was the faintest sound of whining servo motors as Claire forced the eyelids closed, and once closed, Claire lifted her own top, tucking the cloth into the lower edge of her vest. A similar panel whooshed and unsealed itself before sliding inward and up into her torso. As the panel opened she dug into a pouch on her hip and pulled out a data cable. She plugged it into the fallen soldiers data port and to her own.

Claire’s eyelids began to flutter rapidly as she dove deep into the file system stored inside of the destroyed robot soldier, scanning through the directories until she finally came to the secured folder of intel the android had gathered. She copied the files to her own system, a process that took only a few moments over the high speed local data cable. The file copy could not have finished at a more opportune time either. Just as Claire tugged the cable free and began to coil it up, one of her squad mates appeared in the doorway.

“Contact, in bound from the east entrance. We’re on the move.” Claire heard the words and her processors, capable as they were, took the information and compiled it and began to formulate a strategy for exiting the village now that they had what they needed. The informant android would need to be scrapped though. Each and every android in the military service had their own self destruct mechanism, though this one would need to be manually triggered.

“Get to cover we’ll move out one this one is scrapped” Claire said and the soldier in the doorway nodded and disappeared.

Claire brought her hands up to the curvature of the girl’s jawline and pressed in hard. A small click was barely heard and the robot’s entire face lifted upward, hinging on a singular point below the synthetic flesh of her forehead, right at the hairline. The motion caused the skin to wrinkle and fold weirdly around her forehead, but Claire didn't pay it any attention, instead she found the small manual trigger inside the girl’s head. Next to it was a small keyhole in case the broken chassis was found by a human, the key could be inserted to activate the detonation of her body, but Claire had the wireless authorization in her hand already and luckily there was still a small battery power left in her systems to run the scanner. Claire waved her hand over the opening in the little gynoid’s face and the detonation button lit up green, indicating that CLaire had been authorized to use it. She pressed her thumb into the button and it clicked into place, staying depressed. Claire quickly reached up and closed the girl’s face plate and latched it into place before sprinting out the door.

Claire ducked into a recessed doorway and moments later the squeal of tearing metal and the clacking of shredded electronics and plastics against the walls and floor of the little hut filed the air. A valuable asset had been kept out of the hands of the enemy, but it also alerted the incoming insurgence to their presence. Heavy machine gun fire filled the air and Claire heard the rounds zinging past her. The air erupted with the chaotic screams of fleeing villagers, the roar of the machine gun mounted in the bed of an white pickup truck and the rapidly barked orders from all around her. Her squad mates were coordinating cover fire and ducking behind cover, Claire on the other hand was in the process of receiving new orders and modified programming. She was now marked as the carrier of critical data and her top priority was to return to base with the information intact.

Claire dashed across the road, making a bee line for the outwall that surrounded the city, intending to use her well crafted body to vault it and make her way through the crops and fields that surrounded the small clustering of huts and buildings. She managed to get two strides into her run when one of the flying rounds zinged into her shoulder, easily penetrating the artificial skin and tearing into the metal and plastic joint. The hit wasn’t enough to fully blast her arm out of it’s socket, but it did scatter pieces of shattered circuitry and scraps of plastic and metal out of the back of her shoulder. Laire immediately saw the pop-up alerting her of the damage in her field of vision, and though it only took a small amount of her processor power to clear it, the action still had to wait in the queue. Her processors were busily keeping her underlying systems operational at the best performance possible, along with the personality overlay and a variety of tasks to keep Claire moving. Chiefly at the moment was the rapid calculations with her shifting weight from taking a hit in her arm, and moving the appropriate body part to keep her on her feet and keep her moving. The result was that the error message turned opaque in her field of vision and stayed present until she managed to stumble behind the corner of a building, at which point the error message was closed and her operating system resumed functionality as best they could.

Claire had a moment and looked over towards her shoulder. Her arm hung limply there, her fingers curled into a weird position, likely due to one final surge of power and data as the connection was severed. Her arm clung to the rest of her body by thin strands of stretched synthetic flesh and the remains of her olive drab shirt. It was no longer any use to her, she would have to have it replaced once she got back to base camp. Claire reached across her body and pulled downward on the arm until her skin stretched and eventually snapped along with the cotton of her shirt. She let the module fall to the ground, she couldn’t worry about it now. Her systems were lagging slightly and the power wasn’t fully disconnected when she tore her arm free and a small spray of white hot sparks spewed out of her shoulder, but quickly terminated itself.

Claire looked around for an exit to the firefight she was caught in the middle of. There looked to be a break in the wall where either something had hit it, time had degraded it, or maybe it was a product of the ongoing conflict. Regardless of the cause there was a crumbled portion of the wall that was only about twenty yards away. She began running for it, her systems worked hard to keep her body balanced, without her left arm to counter balance her as she sprinted caused more calculations to grind through her processors. Claire could see the alert about the rising core temperature inside of her torso and knew that she needed to leave or she might be the next android getting her self destruction process started.

Claire had just leapt up and snatched the rim of the wall in her remaining hand when another bullet tore into the side of her torso just between the front and rear plating of her vest. She didn’t cry out in pain, she didn’t need to. Instead she hauled herself over the wall and landed hard into the packed dirt on the opposite side of the wall. She kicked her feet and pressed her back against the wall. Once there, she realized that her processors were working at just below their maximum capacity. Claire manually shut off a large amount of her human emulation processes, most of which were small things that made her appear more human. She immediately stopped blinking, her chest stopped rising and falling with the intake of new air for her processors, and her movements became much more stiff and mechanical. Her head swiveled right and then down, her eyes swiveling in the sockets to assess the damage.

Her side was split open just below her rib cage, and dangling out of the fist sized hole were a multitude of frayed and sparking wires. Some of the cabling still had pieces of circuit boards attached to them. Claire noted that her CPU was struggling to process and reroute power around the damaged portions of her body. Part of her main controller board had been ruined and she was unable to function as she would hope. She opened a wireless channel and sent an alert to her teammates, two of which were androids as well. The update contained her coordinates and current state along with an alert that she was likely to not be able to physically make the return trip. Once sent, she stiffly pulled the emergency beacon from her vest and activated it, the signal alerted the pilot of the evac helicopter to her position. All she could do now was wait for another unit to activate her own self destruction and hold on to the data as best she could.

She slipped the pistol on her hip out of its holster and held it at the ready, waiting for anything to come into her field of vision and her targeting systems would take over from there. None came, and she continued to try and establish a cellular connection to the home server bank so she could begin transmitting the data she had collected, but it wasn’t likely, there was too much distance, too much interference and too much intentional signal jamming. Claire resigned herself to physically taking the data to the command, even if it wasn’t her that did it. Soon enough one of the other squad mates hopped down from the wall, even as gunfire erupted behind him. He landed in the dirt, puffing up a small cloud around him and then scrambled back against the wall. Tossing a glance over at Claire then down to her shoulder, all he could do is snort.

“You’re looking good Claire.” He dryly quipped. Claire’s head swiveled in his direction, jittering and stuttering as it moved.

“Negative. This unit is damaged beyond usefulness.” She said in a monotone voice, having wiped out any inflection from it to conserve functionality and CPU cycles.

“It’s a joke, because..you know what nevermind.”

“You will remove the data from thi-this unit and return it to command.” Claire intoned, seemingly unphased.

“Sure thing Claire, what do I need to do?” The new arrival said, understanding the seriousness of the situation.

“You are not an android. You will need to remove my physical storage media.” Claire said and turned her head towards the soldier. “Place your fingers under my. Under my. My. under my jaw line and press inward.”

Claire could feel the slight shaking in his hands as his finger fumbled for the release points somewhere along her jawline. It didn’t help that she stared blankly ahead, simply waiting for him to complete the given task. His left hand managed to caress the left hand side of her jaw and found the small bump he knew was there, but was suddenly interrupted by a fresh volley of weapon fire. A three round burst forced him to flinch away from Claire and look to the corner of the wall he was hiding against. He swiftly grabbed his own rifle and returned fire. Maybe it was better training or more accurate equipment, but the newcomer fell to the ground and lay there, unmoving. When he was sure that the enemy wasn't about to get back up he turned back to Claire only to find new damage to her.

Her head was dangling to one side, held in place by her artificial spine, which was easy to spot through the blasted flesh around her neck. There was a multitude of snapping and sparking cables and electronics that seemed to be in a constant state of arcing electricity. Claire’s jaw still moved and her lips were attempting to form words, even as her eyes rolled up in her head. The young soldier began to swear and moved his hands to try and grab and lift Claire’s head, but thought against it at the last moment and was left flailing. He looked up as he heard a dull, distant thumping of a helicopter. He looked back to Claire who was beginning to slump forward. The man next to her pulled her back and her head wobbled from side to side, untethered by anything other than the limp spine connecting her head to her body. He could see that the joint itself was completely ruined.

As he sat there, holding Claire upright more and more of the squad piled over the wall, many of them carrying wounded or damaged units. Moments later the roaring of a helicopter filled the air. Claire could see the dust and dirt flying around her, even with her limited amount of visual capabilities. Her heads up display was filled with errors and warnings. She was caught in a loop of attempting to instruct her fellow man how to disconnect the face plate and remove the data drives from inside of her head, and spouting error messages. The bullet that had torn through her throat had done a fine job of obliterating her vocal systems though. All she could do at the moment was continue moving her mouth, which oscillated between pleading for help, instructing her squad on tactical movements and spouting errors. Even as she saw the incoming evacuation helicopter, and heard the roar of a door mounted minigun suppress the area, she got a new alert. The power core inside of her chest was failing, the short circuits occurring all over her body were draining power more and more rapidly with each passing second, not to mention the incredible strain on her processors simply trying to comprehend the situation.

“Marco! We are leaving!” One of the squad mates called as he ran for the helicopter, dashing into the cloud of dust it kicked up.

“The data! I need the data drives!” Was all Marco could shout back. One of the android units who was supported by another soldier pointed at his own head and called a reply.

“Her head, just take her head!”

Marco looked down at Claire, she was slumping forward again. The gruesome task was to now simply remove her head and take it with him. He knew this was war, he had just killed someone, but this seemed too personal. He and Claire had made jokes, played cards in their downtime, and if he was really honest, he had some measure of feelings for her. Not quite love, but duty, honor, and respect. Tearing her head off seemed to violate all of those feelings. He swallowed hard and curled his fingers inside of the bottom of Claire’s neck, placed his boot against her chest and began to pull upward, straining and grunting as he did.

Claire could see Marco lean in and take hold of her head. She was devoid of emotion at the moment, so she couldn’t feel grateful or even accomplished that he finally got the message, but her programming dictated this as the optimal outcome. The sensors that were still operational in her neck and parts of her upper torso lit up with fresh data. Small alerts told Claire that the skin on her chest and upper back were stretching and tearing. Soon a new alert briefly popped into her field of vision. For just a moment there was a loss of power alert as her artificial spine snapped with a metallic “ping” and Marco stumbled backwards. Marco couldn’t look at his friend, he instead used the exposed portion of her spine as a handle and ran for his evacuation, leaving the headless, armless torso of Claire propped against the wall. As the helicopter lifted off he watched it until there was an explosion and he could see bits and pieces of her body scattering across the dry landscape. He never did bother to look Claire in the eye again, but handed the detached head module to his commanding officer as soon as he could.

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Soccer Mom - MEGAN

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The late summer evening caused the air, while cooling, to still remain warm. In the idealistic suburban sprawl of homes, was a cozy little house at the end of a street. It was picturesque with a literal white picket fence warding the house against the somewhat more trafficked road on one side. The blue paint wasn’t even chipping and the grass out front was well maintained, vibrantly green, and immaculately trimmed. This was due to Megan and her nearly unstoppable need to keep her home in an immaculate state. To her neighbors she was just Megan, the woman who seemed to have a boundless amount of energy and motivation to keep her household perpetually in a state of perfection. To others, though, she was the last thing they would ever see. Megan was so much more than a suburban housewife, there were many aspects of her existence that no one knew.

Megan was, first and foremost, an exceptional killer. She had been called things like contract killer and assassin, but she was both more and less than that. She was a tool that received orders and executed on those orders with incredible efficiency. It was a massive amount of work keeping up the image of a sweet and loving wife, an idealistic housekeeper, and moonlighting as the kind of person who took on murder for hire. Somehow, though, she managed to sell the image flawlessly, and to her knowledge no one thought that the woman who was always tending to her garden on the weekends had blood on her hands.

The evening on this particular late summer evening was wearing on and Megan’s husband had left town just the day before, leaving Megan alone in the house for nearly a week before he returned. She didn’t mind, not having her husband around meant that she could really spend the time getting the house nice and clean for when he returned. Her evening was going to be spent on her hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor so that it was sparkling clean. She had already tied her long jet black hair up into a high ponytail before she had started her work. The intention was to try and keep her hair out of the way while she scrubbed the flooring, but as she moved and wiggled the hair managed to somehow work its way over her shoulder and onto her incredibly ample chest. Presently, she sat up, her thick legs curled under herself, stretching the light blue denim of her jeans to their absolute limits.

Megan let out a small huff, and for the fourth time in nearly half an hour she reached up past her enormous chest and plucked the braided ponytail of dark hair from her dark blue sweater and tossed it back over her shoulder. She could feel it thump into her back, about half way down. She dropped back down and placed one palm on the tile floor, and used the weight of her upper body to help apply pressure to the sponge in her other hand. At times she could feel the very tips of her breasts brush against the hard linoleum floors as she scrubbed. Megan even began to hum slightly to herself as she worked her way across the kitchen floor, starting at the far end and working back towards the attached living space.

In the seedy underworld of contract killing and assassinations, Megan was well known as the best of the best. She took pride in her work and did it well. Too well some felt. Though she kept up an image of the perfect soccer mom persona, someone who was as infamous as Megan could only hide for so long. As the shadows around the neighborhood lengthened and the residents closed their blinds and retreated into their cozy homes, the evening’s activities were not yet done. A dark shape darted from tree, to car, then to the corner of a house. The lithe figure kept a vigilant watch around her, eyes darting left and right. She too was skilled enough with the dark art of dealing in death, and Megan was putting a dent in her own paycheck. There was something far too appealing in the work that Megan did that made everyone flock to her, and no one enjoyed playing second fiddle.

Tonight’s hit was not for pay, not for revenge or some vendetta, it was just curiosity and an attack of opportunity. The woman was wearing dark clothes, a simply long sleeved shirt that fit her frame loosely and made it difficult to identify her as either male or female. Full length black cargo pants and matching boots lent her a distinctly masculine look, but the way she moved and slunk into the shadows belied something more feminine. A simple webbed belt with a small pouch and a holster with a thin pistol in it were all that accompanied the otherwise unassuming outfit. It was all a means of camouflage. If someone was unable to identify her gender, then they would struggle to identify her at all. The woman dashed across the street and ducked down behind the shrubs one house down from Megan’s home just as a bus passed on the somewhat main road at the corner. Once the headlights had passed, the woman stayed low to the ground and made her way up to the fence that encased the back yard and was able to easily scale it and drop down into the unlight rear of the house.

The evening had crept up quickly and darkness had fallen with a swiftness that the entire summer season hadn’t seen. The deep shadows allowed the woman to slink along the side of the house and peer into the only source of light in the area, the light from Megan’s house. The woman found Megan on her hands and knee, nearing the end of her kitchen scrubbing. She observed as the woman sat up, tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and then resumed her work. This was as perfect a time as any other and when she gently slid open the back door, it smoothly and silently rolled open. Predictably, the door was so well oiled and well kept that it was easy to slip inside. The woman stayed low to the ground and slipped up behind Megan, reaching into a pocket on her thigh and pulling out a thin filament of hard steel wire affixed on both ends to a palm sized carbon fiber handle.

The woman quickly flipped the handle in her palm and the wire naturally formed a loop, which, in an instant, was slipped over Megan’s head and landed on her throat. In a single swift motion the woman pulled in opposing directions with the handle, tightening the wire around Megan’s neck, digging it into her flesh. With an uncanny amount of strength the woman pulled back slightly, arching Megan’s back and thrusting her chest forward. It was a movement that this particular woman was well practiced in, but Megan seemed to be unphased by the motion. Most of her victims would immediately start clawing at the wire, or at very least struggling to break free. More importantly they would gasp and gurgle, struggling to take in any amount of life giving oxygen. Megan on the other hand, simply remained silent and, while her back arched, her arms remained at her side. More disturbing to the would be assassin was Megan’s voice, spoken clearly and without any distress.

“Suspending domestic protocols. Defense systems, engaged.” Megan muttered just loud enough for the attacker to hear.

The words, spoken so clearly and so unexpectedly, gave a moment of pause to the attacker. She never let up her grip on the garotte, but was taken aback. In an instant she saw both of Megan’s arms reach up and around, clamping on to the attackers wrists, a movement that seemed to be all too perfectly smooth for someone who should be dying. With what felt like little effort on Megan’s part, the woman found herself being hauled off of her feet and flung across the kitchen and slamming into the cabinets across from her. For only a brief moment her vision became blurry and her head seemed to wobble. As her vision returned she could see Megan standing up and tearing the steel wire away from her throat and tossing it aside. Her vision became clearer and she could see the distinct line where the steel wire had cut into the flesh along Megan’s neck, but where anyone else would be coughing and struggling to draw a steady breath, Megan was showing no signs of any discomfort.

In a desperate moment to finish the job before she was fully identified, she fumbled at her hip and drew out the small pistol, leveling it at Megan’s oversized bosom and pulled the trigger twice. The first round found it’s target in the soft fleshy outer layers of Megan’s chest, blasting into her chest where the heart should be. The small caliber round was muffled slightly by the presence of a barrel mounted silencer, but it wasn’t enough to fully suppress the sound, surely someone would have heard it. The second pull of the trigger, in conjunction with the recoil from the first shot, sent a bullet zinging directly towards Megan’s head. The assassin knew she had struck her target perfectly, the dark blue turtleneck sweater was shredded over Megan’s heart and her head had snapped back from the impact of the second round.

The woman sprang to her feet as Megan tumbled stiffly backwards, impacting the floor with a dull thump. The woman looked over at the once top ranked assassin and noted that there was a significant lack of blood and viscera around the room. It was the first indication that something was amiss. As she looked over what should have been an easy kill, she also noted the slight glint in both the chest and then head of her victim, like there was something metallic that had been exposed. Megan’s eyes were both open and her expression seemed cold and emotionless. The torn flesh just above her left eye was indication enough that she had hit her target, but all she was was a slightly dented sheet of shiny chrome.

In an instant Megan’s hands pressed into the floor and pushed her upper torso into an upright position as her legs curled under her. Megan rose to her full height as her attacker's mouth fell open. Megan’s head swiveled oddly and locked her gaze on the woman. Megan’s unphased eyes met with the terror and panic in her attackers.

“Subject identified. Susan Preston. Objective, terminate.” Megan said, her voice flat and sounding ever so slightly distorted. Not that Susan noticed, she was too busy realizing that she was trapped in a freshly cleaned and waxed kitchen. Megan took a step forward and raised her left arm, pointing the palm of her hand towards Susan. Her hand split in two, dividing her middle, index and thumb to one side, and her ring and pinky to the other. Both halves split and slid an inch away from each other just as a long metal tube of some kind shot out and locked into place.

“What are you…” Susan said before realizing the danger she was in and dodged to one side as a bolt of some kind of energy crackled into the cabinets where she had been. Tossing a glance towards Megan, she saw that her head remained looking at where she had been until the smoke and dust cleared and then it swiveled and looked at her again. In that moment her hand readjusted and lined up another incoming blast at her. Susan’s mind snapped into a fight or flight mode and she chose both options. She sprang to her feet and charged at Megan, lowering her head and bringing her shoulder up. She slammed in to Megan and the two tumbled backwards to the carpeted floor behind. Susan scrambled away from Megan and headed directly for the back door. as she was about to pass through the sliding glass door she had crept in though, another white hot bolt of energy impacted the door, shattering it and sending shards of glass flying outward.

Susan dove into the back yard, tumbling slightly across the manicured lawn and glancing over her shoulder at Megan. Her head and eyes were firmly locked on to Susan and she was marching forward with a kind of singularly focused mindset. Susan wasn’t sure what Megan was, but she knew what she wasn’t. Megan wasn’t even remotely human, and Susan knew that she needed to get away from her. She scrambled to her feet and began sprinting, her feet struggling to find purchase on the grass and stumbling forward. Megan stepped through the shattered glass door, her head tracking Susan as she gave pursuit. Susan was already moving rapidly away from her and leaping up to scramble over the fence. Megan’s complex robotic systems knew that her frame would not support such an action, nor would it be efficient, instead she reeled back with her right hand and thrust a fist through the locking mechanism on the gate and kicked it open.

Susan was already regaining her footing and running at full speed away from Megan, but the robotic assassin now had an open field of vision and she too began to sprint after her target. As she ran her breasts bounced in rhythm with her legs, but her complex systems compensated for it and kept her balance. Susan didn’t dare look behind her until she reached the tall thick oak tree in Megan’s front yard. Once there she wheeled around it and took cover. She peeked out in time to see the android woman running towards her and managed to get off another short volley of bullets that impacted Megan’s body, but did nothing to slow her down. Susan reupholstered her sidearm and took off running again, this time towards the main road.

Susan ran up the sidewalk, nearing the corner she glanced up and down the street, noticing an incoming city bus. A plan formulated in her mind in that moment, her bullets carried far too little mass to do anything to the approaching android, but a bus could do some real damage, the trick was to time it correctly. Susan looked over her shoulder at Megan, who was closing the distance to her with long strides. Susan also saw that the gun-like apparatus in her left hand had retracted and instead her right hand had split in two, revealing a long, straight blade. She gauged the timing of Megan’s strides and when she thought the time was right, she leapt into the road and sprinted across it.

Megan was still singularly focused on her target, the woman who had attacked her and revealed her identity. She sprang into the road just as Susan had, and ran towards her, bladed hand in the air. She made it only a few steps before the city bus honked loudly and clipped into the robotic woman, sending her flying nearly ten feet through the air, spinning through the air until she slammed into the pavement. Her face impacted the paved street and skidded several inches with her body curling up behind her. The bus managed to slam on it’s brakes and squeal to a halt and the driver was already jumping out of his seat to assess what had happened. Susan stepped up to the door as it hissed open and pointed her pistol at the driver who came to an abrupt halt.

“Get back in your seat, drive away and forget this happened.” She said with all the venom she could conjure. The adrenaline in her veins made holding the small side arm stead nearly impossible, but she gambled on the sheer sigh of it being intimidating enough. The driver looked from the pistol to Susan and back before slowly retreating to his seat and putting the bus into gear. It rolled away and Susan turned her focus back to the unmoving form of Megan on the ground. Keeping her sidearm trained on her, she approached slowly. As she did she jumped back as a small snap ruptured the quiet night air, punctuated with a flash of sparks spraying from somewhere along Megan’s neck.

Susan managed to make her way up to Megan and nudged her with the toe of her boot. Megan didn’t respond, though Susan found her eyes to be open wide. Her pupils were pointed inward in a perpetually crossed look, making her look more goofy than menacing. Susan slipped a boot under her shoulder and kicked the robotic assassin over onto her back. Susan now had a full view of the kind of damage that had been done to her rival. Megan had the previous bullet holes in her chest and forehead, and one new one in her shoulder. Each one revealed a kind of chrome metal plating below it. The more obvious damage was to the side of Megan’s face, which had been shredded off. Instead of muscle and tissue below it there was a network of cables and wires, all laced into a similarly chrome metal jaw line.

Susan’s eyes drifted down to the neck, which she saw had snapped oddly and could see something pressing against the skin from inside of it. There was a small burned hole in the skin as well, which Susan devised was where the sparks had come from. At this point, Susan realized that she had, in some small way, accomplished her intended mission. Megan looked to be offline completely, but Susan wasn’t content to leave such an interesting victim here in the middle of the street. She stepped around Megan and squatted down, threading her arms under Megan’s and began hauling her to the opposite side of the road and into the ditch there. Once she had deposited her prize there, she ran up the street to where she had parked her own car. Soon, Susan was hauling Megan’s inactive body into the back seat of the car and driving away.

Susan pulled her vehicle into a pull through garage on the side of an old warehouse on the outskirts of the industrial district. Nearly two hours had passed since she had managed to disable Megan and the night had grown dark. The warehouse was coated in the inky blackness of the night, the only light came from small pools of light left by the street lamps. Susan slammed the door to her car and walked confidently around to the passenger side and pulled open the door in the back. Grabbing Megan by the ankles she dragged the android killer from the back seat, letting her unceremoniously fall to the concrete floor.

Susan found herself grunting softly as she dragged the entire weight of the robot across the warehouse to a stainless steel table with unidentifiable splatters of some kind of liquid on it. The table had long since been cleaned, but some stains were difficult to wash away. The legs of the table had been bolted solidly into the cement below. Susan hauled her prize up and onto the table with a considerable amount of effort, and as Megan came to rest on the table her large chest swayed back and forth. Susan took some time to lay her flat on her back and then retrieved thick chains, ropes, several pairs of sturdy handcuffs and leather straps and wrapped all of them around Megan’s shins and arms, hoping they would be enough to stop her if need be.

Susan had a plethora of tools both for torture and interrogation that she used on a regular basis, lined up meticulously on a rolling cart. She started with a simple pair of sheers and began snipping off Megan’s sweater, beginning at the lower hem and working her way up towards Megan’s head. Susan managed to clip Megan’s bra as well as she sheared away her top and once it was freed Susan simply pulled it out from under Megan’s lifeless body. Unsurprisingly Megan’s breasts had a little give to them, just enough to make them appear human, but they were entirely too firm. Susan then set about cutting away Megan’s jeans, snipping along the tight denim of each leg until they were free. Susan noted with some level of interest that Megan, though proportionally a little odd, was incredibly realistic to a real human woman. This fact became particularly evident when Susan saw the hairless feminine sex nestled between her legs.

“Ok little lady. Let’s see what makes you tick.” Susan said as she placed the sheers on the cart and instead picked up a surgical scalpel. Placing the extremely sharp tip of the blade just below Megan’s collar bone, or rather, where a collar bone would be if Megan were human. Susan pressed into Megan’s artificial flesh and slowly carved downward between the ridiculously oversized breasts. As she cut, the synthetic skin naturally pulled away from the center of her chest, aided by the weight of her breasts. Before long Susan had revealed what appeared to be a power button lodged in the shiny chrome internals of Megan’s chest. It was pulsating red and bore the familiar symbol of a generic power button. It seemed unassuming enough, so Susan flipped the blade around in her hand with expert finesse and tapped the button with the dull flat bottom of the handle.

Susan heard a small chime from somewhere inside of Megan's body, deep under the metal plates and soft flesh. There was a sudden flash of sparks from Megan’s neck and a general air of whirring as cooling systems came online. There was a whining of servos from Megan’s head followed by an immediate grinding click as her head attempted to move but then jolted to one side. Regardless of the noise, she spoke.

“Primary systems online, processor core ready. Alert. Outer dermal abrasions detected. Continuing boot.” Megan said, her voice remaining smooth and unchanged by the tirade of utterly inhuman phrases. Even though her head wasn’t moving properly her eyes were, and they swiveled in their sockets to look at Susan. As soon as she locked eyes on her target she attempted to lash out at her, but found that the myriad of restraints held her firmly in place.

“Susan. Re-remove these restraints.” Megan said, her voice was more human, and her jaw and lips moved as she spoke. The whine of the small motors in her jaw were easy to hear and Susan could see the robotic metal mandible moving through the shredded flesh.

“I don’t think I will, Megan. At least not until I find out what you are.” Susan quipped.

“I am an android designed to carry out operations with both efficiency and unrelenting dedication. Now release me from these restraints.” Megan said, true to her programming she took the most literal and efficient method of satisfying Susan’s conditions.

“Sorry, you aren’t getting off that easily.” Susan said and took another step forward, pressing the scalpel in hand back into the flesh along Megan’s chest, slicing down her body. Once she had parted the flesh down to Megan’s belly she clamped the surgical tool between her teeth and used both hands to part the artificial flesh covering Megan’s clearly robotic internal workings.

“You are not- are not authorized to access this units. This units. Units systems. Discontinue your current actions.” Megan said, stumbling over a few words causing Susan to deduce that there was something wrong inside of whatever served as a processor for this machine. Once Susan had peeled away the skin on the shiny and smooth metal plating inside of Megan’s chest, she could see that there were some significantly thick cables that seemed to run from under the plates into her breasts.

“What have we here?” Susan muttered past the blade in her mouth and then retrieved it, placing the tip of the blade against the soft pink tip of Megan’s nipple. It took only a small amount of effort to press it inward until the tip struck something hard. From there Susan sliced downward, noticing that as she went her blade sliced into some kind of gel pack that oozed purple fluids. The gel gave Megan’s breasts their shape and inhuman size, while making them feel realistic. Susan let it dribble down the robot’s torso and into her exposed internals.

“Foreign fluid intrusion de-detected-ted.” Megan muttered, then her body spasmed slightly, causing her breasts and flaps of sliced skin to wobble and sway. Susan heard a small sound, it started as a faint sizzle, like someone in a far adjacent room was cooking an egg. The sound grew louder and louder until it finally resulted in a loud snap that seemed to echo around the room as well as inside of Megan’s body.

“Error. Er-Error. Se-self-elf destruct sequence offline. Please replace this component” Megan said, a keening whine sounding from her neck as her head attempted to move.

“Well that was handy.” Susan commented and continued slicing into Megan’s giant breast until she had cut down to the central incision. From there she was able to peel away the skin and remaining gel sacs to reveal some kind of device nestled behind Megan’s nipple. It was hard, and had some kind of nozzle that lined up with her nipple. A thick bundle of wires ran from the device into her chest and was bound up inside of a mesh net and held firmly in place with plastic ties. Susan made a few more cuts in Megan’s flesh and peeled away half of the flesh on her chest, letting it slap onto the cement floor, gel oozing from the ruptured sacs.

Susan wiggled her hands under the remaining flap of synthetic skin on Megan’s chest and with a grunt pulled hard on it and managed to tear it away from the androids chest. The motion caused Megan’s body to strain against the tie downs. Susan was beginning to drown out the constant babble of robotic error messages and alerts. Each one caused her to roll her eyes and she stripped away more and more of this legendary killing machine.

“You are not. Are not. Are-are-are-are not auth-thour-rized for this this this-” Megan was rambling on

“God! Do you ever shut up?” Susan snapped in retort, scowling at Megan as another spray of white hot sparks sputtered out of the opening in her neck. Susan, in a moment of frustration jammed the tip of the scalpel into Megan’s throat. She must have hit something important because there was an immediate burst of fresh blue and white sparks spraying from the puncture. Susan could see Megan’s eyes fluttering rapidly, and what portions of her face could move, did so. Rapid, spazsming movements caused her cheek to twitch upward, and her lips curl into an almost comical sneer. Megan’s eyes snapped open and her eyes began drifting towards the center of her face. As they crossed, there was an audible whine as if two set of motors were fighting against the other to move her eyes.

Megan’s body began to spasm back and forth, straining on the chains and leather straps that held her in place as her mouth opened again and Megan let out another stream of nonsensical robotic errors. Susan walked around the android and positioned herself at the side of the table, overlooking Megan’s body, or what remained of it. She let her eyes drift up and down it, taking in how the robotic components looked so incredibly artificial, and the skin coated parts looked so real. At the end of everything, she was nothing more than an imposter. Not a real human, and certainly not worth Susan keeping in good working order. A thought flashed across Susan’s mind though. Why had Megan taken a husband? She was certainly equipped with a realistic looking vagina, but was it functional? Was her husband simply there to provide a more well rounded cover story?

Susan had to sate her curiosity and she smirked, slinking her way around to the lower end of the table. She ran a hand up Megan’s thick inner thigh and let two fingers trail over her smooth lips. Susan let out a small sexual growl and looked towards Megan who was still staring vacantly off to one side, though her mouth and jaw were moving. The words, however, we disjointed and tumbling out in a mismatched timing.

“Alert. Illegal use of sexual devices detected. De-detected. Programming not available. Available. Avail-available-able. This u-unit is only- error. This unit or only ra-rrrrrated for male. For male. Male sexual suite. Error, female sexual compatibility missing. Missing. Ing-ing-ing. '' Megan muttered.

“Not rated for females?” Susan said, chuckling as she did. “What does that even mean?” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement of how absurd it was. Megan could calculate hundreds of different methods for stalking a target and killing them, but she was incapable of accepting that a woman was touching her vagina. It seemed like a supid oversight on some nerdy programmer’s part, but now that Susan was aware of it, she could use it to her advantage. She wasn’t particularly oriented towards women, but she considered herself at least bisexual, and the idea of toying with this machine wasn’t so far out of her line of thinking.

After the initial stroke across Megan’s folds Susan returned her fingers to Megan’s synthetic pussy. This time, though, she pressed firmly inward, driving deeper and deeper into the fake girl’s sexual opening. Susan could already tell that it was beginning to affect the android woman, a fresh series of whines and clicks were heard from her neck along with a new crackling shower of sparks. She could even begin to hear the cooling fans spinning to life inside of her exposed chest. Susan knew she was getting somewhere now, Megan’s systems must be struggling to process the clearly sexual data, but not knowing what to do with it. Susan was no computer expert, not by a long shot, but she knew when a machine was beginning to fail. Susan needed to see just how far she could push this train of thought.

Susan leaned forward, placing her hands on the inside of Megan’s thighs she spread them enough to allow her to bring her tongue to the waiting folds. As she moved closer she found the slightest hint of lubricant there. Her eyes flicked up towards Megan in time to hear the malfunctioning robot stammer.

“Alert. Dispensing lubricant. Error, lubricant not not not required for this. For this. For this error for this activity.”

The warning only inspired Susan, she pressed her lips into Megan’s and drove her tongue into the artificial pussy, exploring the inside of the opening with a sort of curious thrill. Susan was delighted to find that the whole thing felt mostly real, while at the same time having an undefined quality that made it feel distinctly fake. Something about it just felt manufactured, like it was assembled from specific instructions rather than a thing that was its own unique thing. Susan had to maintain a constant outward force on Megan’s legs though, as they continued to try and press inward. Susan wasn’t sure if it was Megan beginning to give in to the pleasurable sensations or if it was her trying to crush Susan’s head. Either way it was becoming tiresome.

“N-no. This unit is not. Is not. Is is is not rated for interaction with. Error. Programming nnnnnnot found. Not found. Error at line two seven eight nine six.” Megan droned on, even as Susan stood up from Megan’s crotch. She had resigned herself to deal with Megan’s legs, they needed to come off if she was going to continue toying with Megan. She knew there had to be some proper way to disconnect them such as a manual release or combination of verbal commands. She simply didn’t have time or knowledge to figure those out. Instead she walked across the barren warehouse floor and returned minutes later with a hand held circular saw that required two hands to use effectively.

“Sorry honey, nothing personal” Susan said in the most condescending tone possible, and pulled the trigger on the rear handle of the saw. The blade spun to life in an instant, filling the warehouse with the whining roar of the spinning blade. Susan brought it down on the soft flesh where Megan’s upper thigh met with her pelvis. The skin was annihilated in an instant and within a second a stream of sparks were spraying out from Megan’s hips as Susan pressed the spinning saw blade into the metallic internal systems. As luck would have it Susan had managed to align the saw right where the leg socketed into the hips and there was relatively little resistance. After nearly a minute of constant pressure and squealing metal, Susan felt the saw suddenly encounter no resistance and clang into the metal table below. Megan’s leg tumbled away from her body and hung weirdly from the restraints on her ankles.

“Alert. Da-damage to left le-leg module de-de-de error. Device not found. Leg module no-no-not f-found.” Megan was already rambling, and Susan barely heard it over the ringing in her ears. The sheared metal and tubing inside of Megan’s hip was now spurting some kind of viscous clear fluids in small steady streams. This drew a small sneer from Susan as she knew this would likely end up as another mess that just couldn’t be fully scrubbed clean. Regardless she set the blade to spinning again, drowning out Megan’s voice and hefted the machine up and over Megan’s body and then down onto the opposing hip joint.

Susan had less luck with the second leg, primarily because she didn’t aim and Megan continued to wiggle and squirm as the blade cut through artificial flesh and metal. She missed the joint itself and instead found herself spending nearly ten whole minutes cutting into and through the metal plating, internal structure and circuitry of Megan’s leg. Once it was also freed and dangling from the restraints Susan stepped back and dropped the saw. She noticed that there were less fluids dribbling from the second leg, and more small arcs of electricity and snaps of broken wiring. Susan stepped forward again and pushed aside the stump of a leg remaining on one side of Megan and drove her mouth over the androids waiting pussy, predictably drawing more error messages from Megan. Susan could still feel the upper portion of one of Megan’s thighs still attempting to move, but it only shuttered and whirred loudly in her ear.

Susan remained attached to Megan’s crotch, pleasuring it and lapping greedily at the robotic woman’s sexual assembly. The results were always the same though, Megan would sputter and strain and whine about not being properly equipped and programmed for this type of sexual intercourse. Susan eventually became frustrated with it and more than a little turned on herself. She briefly contemplated simply sitting herself on Megan’s face and hoping that her constant stream of mouth movements would be enough stimulation for her. In the end, though, Susan decided that putting herself within range of whatever Megan had inside of her head was a bad idea, but it didn’t do anything to help sate the growing frustration she felt in the pit of her stomach.

Susan stood up and wiped away the mixture of her own saliva and the synthetic juices from Megan’s wet folds. She stepped over to the cart next to the table and crouched down, plucking a heavy crowbar from the bottom shelf. She held it in one hand and let the curved head of it smack against the palm of her other hand, repeating the process as she slowly paced around the table.

“What is the the the intended use of su-suuuu-such an instru-strument Su-SSSuuuUUUUuusan. An.” Megan questioned, her voice distorting and becoming somewhat tinny.

“You’ll just have to wait and see love” Susan said and came to a halt next to Megan’s chest, stepping over the crumpled and torn remains of one of her giant breasts. She aligned the tip of the flat end of the crow bar between the two central plates in Megan’s chest and jammed inward. There was immediate resistance and Susan had to use a considerable amount of strength, augmented by her building frustration just to drive the pointed prongs into Megan’s body. There was a high pitched squeal as Susan wrenched one of the metal plates out of its locking mechanism by force. There was a sudden metallic ping as one of the plates not only popped free of the mechanism that held it in place, but also seemed to launch it up and off of Megan’s chest. Susan hadn’t realized how much force she had been using, as the release of the plate caused Megan’s body to wobble and sway as it returned to a more relaxed and flat position.

Once the plate was free Susan was treated to an incredible view. Without the soft feminine flesh, Megan had just been metal plates and the occasional glimpse of cables. Under the plating however was a tangled snaking mess of wires of all colours. Some were bundled together in mesh tubes, others were running every which way, seemingly free of any constraints. There were thick latex rubber tubes that ran from Megan’s neck down into some kind of central storage tank, and a myriad of glowing teal cables all around her body. The sight was amazing, and despite knowing that Megan was literally programmed to kill her, she had to marvel at the beauty of such an incredible machine. For just a moment she seemed to lose all the frustration and pent up sexual tension from the last half an hour, and simply let her jaw hang loose as she looked into Megan’s most vulnerable parts. It was Megan’s smooth, even voice that brought Susan back from her reverie.

“Alert. Chest panel detached. Unauthorized entry. In-in-initiate se-self destruct. Destruct. Error. Module damaged. Damaged. Damaged. Damaged.” Megan began to loop the same tone and phrase over and over. It was beginning to irritate Susan again and it reignited her frustrated and growing hatred of Megan. Susan let out a low growl and drove her hand deep inside of Megan’s exposed chest, clenching her fist around whatever she could and then placed her free hand on the cool metal of Megan’s remaining chest panel. She used her free hand to gain an additional amount of leverage and pulled back hard. Susan felt the cables and wires stretching and then snapping. The sensation ran through her palm, up her arm and into her back. The cathartic feeling of the very pieces that made Megan function correctly being torn out by Susan’s bare hands gave her a kind of thrill she had never experienced before.

“Warning! War-Warnin-ing-ing-ing! Error in alert line error in alert warning there has alert warning error de-de-de-tected in warning alert error error error” Megan babbled in a seemingly unending stream of words. Clearly there were dozens of systems all competing in whatever passed as a brain for Megan to get their own message heard. Megan sputtered and babbled, but none of it robbed Susan of the joy she felt as she brought the tangled mess of cables up to her face so she could look at it. A wicked smile crossed her lips and she threw the cables away from herself before plunging her hand into Megan’s chest again and tearing free another fistfull of whatever she could grab hold of. Again, she threw it aside and dove in for more, and more, and more. Each time Megan seemed to lose more and more coherence in her words, her body began to flail and spasm. Her back arched and the sound of protesting servo motors filled the warehouse, undercut by a low cackle of maniacal laughter.

Susan stopped a few minutes later, panting from the effort and smiling wickedly. Megan was twitching and writhing on the table in front of her. Susan could see that her fingers curled and released, sometimes as one, sometimes individually. Megan’s one remaining stump of a leg swiveled around and moved in any number of directions, and the servos in her missing leg whined and spun in place, attempting to move a leg that was no longer attached. Most comical was her eyes, Susan noted that they continuously crossed and uncrossed, moving all around the sockets. Sometimes they were in sync and moving in the same direction at once, other times one eye might drift to the left and the other would roll up into her head. Susan let out another chuckle at this and resolved that it was likely time to put her rival out of her misery.

Picking up the crowbar, Susan slammed the pronged tip of it into Megan’s shoulder and in a swift motion threw her weight into it. There was a small protest from Megan’s body, but her arm tore free from the joint, taking long shreds of artificial flesh with it as it swung awkwardly from the restraints on the wrist. Susan walked around and repeated the process on the other arm, popping it free of the joint with relative ease, leaving Megan laying on the table, wiggling, with no legs or arms and a barren chest. Wires dangled from the open chest panel, some still connected to pieces of shatter circuit boards while others were simply torn and frayed. All of them let out small sparks and snaps. Susan dropped the crowbar with a huff and strode over towards the head of the table where Megan’s half shredded face was still attempting to move and contort.

Susan clasped her hands under where Megan’s arms had been and scooted her body forward just enough to allow her head and neck to hang over the edge of the table. Smirking to herself, she stepped across the hard cement floor to a darkened corner and picked up a heavy sledge hammer.

“Nothing personal Meg, but I need you fully out of the picture. With you gone, I get a pay raise. I am sure you understand.”

Susan hefted the sledge above her head and brought it down, pouring all of her energy and rage into the swing. The head of the hammer impacted Megan squarely in the center of her neck. The impact was enough to rock her whole body and make it bounce slightly on the table, but to Susan’s surprise not enough to fully separate Megan’s head from her body. In fact, it appeared that all she did was crush the android woman’s throat and demolish the speakers there. Megan’s voice turned from a stream of babbling error messages into a squelching squeal for a moment and then silence after that. Susan wouldn’t complain about the damage, it was nice to have some relative silence to work in. Her ears were still ringing from the circular saw, but that was all. She brought the sledge up and over her head again and sent it swinging downward, this time she slammed into the side of Megan’s face. Susan could feel the reverberations travel through the handle of her tool and saw that it had caused Megan’s head to spin fully once around on her spine. The flesh around her throat was torn in an instant from the movement and hung loosely from the internal electronics in her neck. Megan’s head hung loosely from what remaining wires and shreds of metal remained inside of her neck, a fact that only angered Susan more.

One final swing of the hammer to Megan’s head and the whole thing detached and rocketed towards the floor. It bounced once with a sort of dull metal thump. Susan tossed the sledge hammer aside and reached down, picking up Megan’s head by the hair and bringing it to eye level with her. Susan was shocked to see that Megan’s eyes were still twitching and spasming, her eyelids flickering open and closed, even her jaw and lips were moving to try and form words. Susan shook her head and walked across the warehouse, letting Megan’s head dangle at her side, until she came to the industrial cardboard baler. It was a standard piece of equipment, with warning labels all over it warning of crushing hazards.

Susan lifted the safety gate on the baler and spent the next several minutes dragging Megan’s legs, arms, and torso over and tossing them into the baler. Her shredded breasts flopped onto the top of the pile of parts and finally Susan tossed in Megan’s head. Flipping the security door on the baler, she slammed a fist into the button to begin the process of flattening whatever was inside. A heavy series of pistons hissed to life and Susan took delight in watching as Megan’s eyes seemed to gather a few moments of clarity and looked up at the plate as it pressed into her.

The hydraulic press was undeterred and changed in pitch, from a steady high whine to an angry lowered growl as Megan’s metallic internal body began to protest the compression. Despite its sturdy design though, there was no stopping the baler. It continued onward, pressing into her body and crumpling the torso inward. A massive squealing and popping sound filled the air as Susan watched the remainder of Megan’s body crumple down into a mixture of torn flesh, wires, metal and cracked circuitry. Then it was quiet, truly quiet, again. Susan turned her back on the mess of shattered robotic parts inside the baler.

The whole place was going to need to be cleaned, there were wires and pieces of plastic scattered all over the warehouse. Susan knew it needed to be done, and likely needed to be done tonight. She would have to find some boxes to store what was left of Megan in. She contemplated setting them out to be taken with the rest of the garbage, but the risk was far too high. She would keep Megan as her own, a trophy attending to who the better killer really was. All of that could wait though. Susan made her way to the small office suspended next to a cat walk at the top level of the warehouse. There was a small bed there, a desk, and a series of cabinets. Susan unclipped her belt and tossed it into one of the cabinets then began stripping herself of the boots, pants, and loose shirt she had been wearing all night long. Those were tossed aside without a care and reclined on the mattress. She wasted no time in spreading her legs and massaging her own pussy with two fingers.

Susan let out a small mewling sigh as she masturbated with one hand, though the sigh wasn’t because of her pleasuring herself. Instead it came the moment that she plugged in a power cable to the wall outlet next to the bed. A black cable ran from the plug, down along the floor and then up into a small panel that had opened up just under one of Susan’s breasts. Inside was a power port where she had plugged herself in for the evening. She had been monitoring her power usage as the night had progressed and by the time that Megan was offline she was running far too low for her own comfort. She finished masturbating nearly ten minutes later and then laid herself down for several hours. Her eyes remained open and staring vacantly at the ceiling.
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Secret Longings

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The two withering business men sitting across the table from Camilla smirked at her. They clearly knew something she didn’t but that was alright, it was the third interview with this company and she expected them to know things she didn’t.

“Well Miss Hopkins” one of them began as he shuffled some papers together and tapped them on the table to straighten them. “Everything we’ve seen is very impressive, so I think we’d like to extend an offer for the position.”

Camilla had been doing her level best to keep her emotions in check. It had been a long time since she had been employed anywhere that would support her. Not that she needed much, but stable income and employment would go a long way for her.

The pair shook hands with Camilla, her dainty hands swallowed up whole by theirs. Details were worked out and arranged and Camilla would begin in two weeks. Later that day in her small apartment, she closed the door quietly and then let her back fall against it. She slid down to the ground, letting out a breath that felt like it had been held all day long. It took her a moment to collect herself and stand back up, but the smile never left her face.

She let her hair down first, pulling the light blond, nearly white hair out and letting it tumble out of the tight bun it had been in for the day. It fell into meandering curls around her shoulders. Next came the make up. She wasn’t a fan of getting all dolled up, but an interview had seemed like reason enough. The dark wingtip eyeliner and heavy rouge on her cheeks took time to scrub off. Leaving only the faint trace of freckles smattered across a slender face.

The rest of the evening was spent slipping out of the professional pencil skirt and replacing it with sweatpants, her blazer for a baggy hoodie. She had two weeks of relaxation in front of her before she began a new career at Love Works Co.

She hadn’t ever thought she would spend her mid-twenties as a personal assistant to someone, but it would pay the bills well enough. When she had seen the job posting some three weeks prior she had done her due diligence and scoped out the company. It wasn’t a surprise that they made a wide range of humanoid robots meant specifically for companionship. Camilla had found that, at very least, intriguing. Of course, once she delved deeper into what a companionship robot was meant for she learned a bit more than she had expected, and she learned that “companionship” was a move by a PR firm to soften the term “sexbot.”

Camilla wasn’t immediately discouraged away from the concept, and she knew that she would be working in the corporate offices. She likely wouldn’t need to be anywhere near the assembly line or construction facilities and doubted very much that she would ever encounter one of the company products. Still the conversation with her parents once she landed the job was sure to be an interesting one.

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“Alright, badge, keys, and a stack of paperwork. You’re all set!”

The HR rep pushed a folder stacked high with paperwork, a plastic security badge with the angular and sharp edges of a red heart on it, the company logo, indicating her badge. A single ring of three keys made of worn brass.

“Thank you.” Camilla replied sweetly as she stood.

“I’ll show you to your desk, this way.”

Camilla scooped up the folder and moved to tuck it under her arm, but pushed it a little further back then she had intended. She cursed her nerves for making her drop the folder and scatter the papers. A hasty apology later and she stooped down and scooped the papers back into the folder as neatly as she could.

“I’m so sorry.” Camilla muttered and felt her face grow hot.

Once she had her folder repacked and tucked, tightly, under her arm she followed along until she came to a small block of cubicles. Instead of more cubicles across the walkway from her, though, there was a corner office, the privacy frosted door etched with, presumably, the owner's name.

“Ramona Ortega?” Camilla muttered to herself.

“Mmhhmm! Ramona is the site manager here, and she’s your new boss.”

Camilla looked at the office, seeing the clear shape of someone moving around inside, though heavily obscured by the privacy frosting on the glass. The shape moved closer and then dropped a set of blinds across the window and shut them.

“She’s a good one, busy as hell, but that’s why she needs you.”

Camilla nodded, smiled, and thanked her HR rep before setting the folder on her desk and setting into her office chair. She let out another heavy sigh. She was beginning to think that she wasn’t actually breathing, rather holding breath in her lungs and moving from one heavy sigh to another.

She tossed her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder, deciding that the overly tight bun was likely not needed and instead just pulled it into a low, messy, ponytail and let it fall across her back. Settling into her chair, she opened the folder and set about rearranging the papers into an order that seemed correct. In the end though, she let out a soft little sigh and simply began filling in everything. As she went along she found fragments of her nondisclosure agreement, options for corporate health plans, and a number of other optional perks.

“Greetings. Mail pick up”

The light yet somehow distant voice filled Camilla’s ears and sent a shock coursing through her. She had become accustomed to the low din of office work around her and it had lulled her into a false calm. The words shattered that and caused her to yelp and leave a long angry squiggle of ink across the paperwork in front of her.

Camilla could practically feel her heart pounding in her chest as she spun around to see who it was who had startled her so much. She was greeted by a slender, classically beautiful, and clearly robotic woman. She wasn’t sure what the most telling part about her was. The skin on her body was realistic enough, yet almost too perfect. Her eyes were attentive, almost like they were scanning her and everything in their surroundings. The smile was just right, probably programmed to be an ideal combination of friendly and non-threatening.

Even her casual leggings, skirt, and white top combo were fitted all too perfectly to her shape. Everything about it seemed to scream ‘perfectly shaped and custom made.’

“Oh uh, no. No mail.”

“Ok.”

It was a simple response, the girl's head turned smoothly, but instead of coming to a clean stop it wobbled with a barely imperceptible jolt. She guessed that the movement consisted of some set of motors in the neck that then had to compensate to stop the movement, leading to a little back and forth wobble at the stopping point. Camilla admitted that she looked very pretty, with smooth, meandering curves and wonderfully toned legs. She blinked for a second and idly wondered if she had just had her first encounter with one of the companion units. She supposed with the right set of instructions that they could easily be repurposed into a simple job.

Within another fifteen minutes she had finished her paperwork and silently wished that the mail carrier robot would come back by so she could send the papers back to HR without having to stumble her way through the office to find her. Camilla began to face the truth after a minute of quiet contemplation, she was going to have to venture forth and see what she could find on her own.

She found that most of the doors were unlabeled in the building, and the floorplan was sprawling. It took around five minutes of peeking into offices and looking for a placard before she simply started listening at the door and then pushing in to peek at who was there. It wasn’t until she stumbled into what appeared to be a photography studio, a completely naked woman bending forward and blowing kisses at the camera that she decided that she might have the wrong strategy.

Camilla had just finished closing the door as quietly as possible and turned around.

“Well well.”

Camilla jumped back, knocking herself into the wall and dropping, once again, the folder of papers she was carrying. Standing before her, arms crossed under a healthy bosom was another woman. Her skin was a deep olive tone that could have been from her heritage or from a dedicated routine of tanning. Clearly the pants suit she wore was tailor made as it hugged her large hips tightly and left little to Camilla’s imagination. Her dark blazer, with only two buttons, managed to hold her white button down shirt and her chest back from exposure.

Camilla wasn’t sure if it was a result of just staring down a nude woman in the studio, or just normal human nature to draw her eyes to this woman’s cleavage, but she found her eyes falling there. Once she took in how much there was on display, both from this woman and from what she saw earlier, she had little concerns about dress code in the future.

She straightened her own skirt, and dropped her eyes before mewling.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that-”

“You must be Camilla.” The deep silky smoothness of her voice was all at once calming and unnerving to Camilla. Soon a hand was thrust towards her, and Camilla was forced to take it, and look the taller woman in the eyes. “Ramona Ortega, good to meet you.”

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It had been nearly a month and a half. Camilla had proved to be invaluable to Ramona as a personal assistant, despite her propensity for fumbling papers from time to time, or accidentally tripping over her own feet. She had always earned a little smirk from her boss, and was keen to chalk it up to the fact that she wasn’t at all used to wearing high heels.

“Oh but you look so good in them.” Ramona commented as Camilla recovered from another little trip and swore at her tall black stilettos.

“M- Maybe, but I just haven’t gotten used to them. How do people balance in these things so well?”

“Practice darling.” Ramona commented after a small chuckle, then her voice dropped a bit, “and good calf muscles.”

Camilla was busy setting the papers on a credenza across the room to see Ramona’s eye drift over her assistant’s shapely hips and down her legs to her very well toned calves. Camilla set her own purse on top of the papers, hoping that it would help her remember to take them home at the end of the evening. Ramona was sometimes amazed that Camilla wasn’t better in heels, she certainly had the physique for them. Camilla, at least from Ramona’s point of view, had the physique for a lot of things.

“Thank you Miss Ortega.” Camilla commented, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and blushing furiously.

It wasn’t that Camilla wasn’t attracted to Ramona, far from it. But she was still very new at the company and was still settling into her place. Her and Ramona had been working closely with one another for several weeks now, and in that time Ramona had been very open about how she felt about Camilla.

It had all started slowly, just an errant compliment here and there, but they evolved into new things rather quickly. Instead of complimenting Camilla on how good she looked in a dress or her business outfit, it was how good her hips looked, or chuckling and swearing that Camilla’s chest must have gotten larger. Each one was simply laughed off with a nervous chuckle, but Camilla was becoming more and more aware that Ramona seemed to have a thing for her.

Camilla had spent many long meetings wondering if she was developing the same kind of feelings towards Ramona. The compliments at first had sent hot waves of heat flashing across her, not just because of the compliment, but because of who they had come from.

Ramona was a lot of things, but in charge was the biggest. She was a dominant presence in any room. The pair had sat in on a number of meetings together and Ramona was always able to wrangle control of the meeting. No matter how off topic, or how far-fetched some of the proposed ideas were, Ramona seemed to always know the most efficient and effective way to get people under control. Not just under control, but on her side.

Ramona had shown time and again why it was that she had risen to the position of site manager. She was a powerhouse of control and wisdom. She always knew exactly how to handle any situation. It was, however, in the privacy of her office, door closed and curtains drawn, that she seemed to let her guard down just a little. Camilla often told her that there must be a parade of other people who she cared about who were in this very office, and who felt this same flash of desire wash over them as her praise reached them.

Today though, it was Camilla’s turn. She had taken a deep breath before she turned to face Ramona, hoping that it would quell the brilliant red across her cheeks and chest. It hadn’t. She mentally kicked herself for letting herself get comfortable and undo the top button of her blouse. Her and Ramona had a long, late night ahead of them and her skirt and blouse combo was the most comfortable thing that was office appropriate. At the behest of Ramona, though, she had made herself a little more comfortable.

Ramona herself had unfastened two or three of her own buttons, exposing an ample amount of cleavage from her larger than average chest. It was all framed nicely as she steepled her fingers together and looked over at Camilla, dwelling on her slender body for a little longer than one might expect. Camilla clutched her hands together over her chest, mostly to try and subtly disguise how much of her own chest she was showing off, but to go along with her response.

“Is something wrong Miss Ortega?”

It was a genuine enough question. Ramona’s gaze left her feeling a little unnerved, so did her posture, but the spreading smile helped to dash any of Camilla’s concerns.

“No no, just taking in the sights. You really do look lovely tonight.”

“Thank you.”

There was more blush, and Camilla’s hands fell away from her chest, exposing the smallest amount of her own chest in the process. The strand of hair over her ear seemed to have wiggled free and Camilla tucked it away again as she stepped across the office space, wobbling a little on her heels as she did, but managed to stay on her feet. She settled into the chair across from Ramona and pulled a notepad and pen closer to her, ready to take down any of Ramona’s dictations.

“You’re always so..ready..aren’t you?” Ramona asked, her voice retaining that same smooth darkness.

“Er, um, yes?” Camilla replied.

“You’re all business aren’t you?”

“We- well no. I do have some pleasures- or uhm, hobbies.”

Camilla couldn’t force herself to look up from the notepad she had started scribbling the date and subject on. She knew her face was bright red and she knew for a fact that Ramona was flashing that same smile. Brilliant white teeth peeking out between full lips. One side slightly higher than the other. She could feel Ramona’s eyes on her. She could practically read Ramona’s thoughts, and what she was doing to Camilla in those thoughts.

And so what? Was that so bad? But why, of all people, did it have to be Ramona?

It had been ages since Camilla had done anything truly thrilling. It was usually back to her apartment, redressed into something comfortable and then tumble into bed. She never really went out, or did anything that sent the blood coursing through her veins. She glanced up at Ramona, practically felt her heart slam against her chest, and then pressed her lips into a tight line.

Ramona’s eyes locked into Camilla’s the moment that they were in sight. Both women seemed to halt in that moment, letting it stretch on for both an eternity and only a fragment of a second. Camilla hadn’t really paid much attention to her boss’s eyes before, but now she could see that they were the most incredible colour. A vibrant orange that seemed to glow from somewhere inside of her. Camilla had to shake her head to loosen the thought, and to try and draw her focus back to the present.

“What kind of pleasures?”

Camilla looked back to see Ramona’s smirk, now fully on display. Her hands had come together to make a small platform for her chin to rest on. It still framed her chest and drew Camilla’s sys to it with a small flick. Camilla could only stammer and stumble over her own words. Her mind reeled, could she really confess those kinds of things to her boss? Ramona certainly wouldn’t mind, she had made no efforts to hide her sapphic desires, and was no stranger to making overt comments to Camilla.

“W- Well. I mean, I’ve- that is to say that. I’ve…” Camilla drew a deep breath and let it out as a long, seeping sigh. “It’s you, really, I’ve just..you’re really attractive and I’ve thought about us together sometimes. That’s all. But nothing is going to come from it because you’re in charge of me- y- you’re my boss that is, and that would be inappropriate.”

Ramona had raised an eyebrow and was smirking again.

“Yes, that would be very inappropriate, wouldn’t it?” Camilla’s cheek reddened a bit at the way she said ‘inappropriate’ but she hoped that now that her feelings were out in the open that they could acknowledge them and move on with their evening.

“And if I said I had many of those same thoughts?” Ramona asked, her voice calm and even, the mild hispanic inflection laced in and around her words.

In an instant the room was filled with silence, tension, desire, and a thick cloud of emotions from Camilla. Her hands fell from the desk to her skirt, gripping the hem of it and tugging it downward in a nervous attempt to cover her thighs. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat physically moving as she looked over the large wooden desk to Ramona.

Her face was lit only by the soft glow of her computer screen and the fluorescent lights in the room. The dark city skyline beyond their office seemed to swallow up the light as Camilla looked to her manager. Seemingly in a tunnel, Camilla could only focus on Ramona and the words she had just spoken played over and over in her head like a broken recording. They sank deep down inside of her like some kind of arrow penetrating deep into her heart.

“You do? I mean, you have?” Camilla managed to mutter.

“Ever since you started here my dear.”

Ramona was the first on her feet, walking smoothly around the table, her own high heels perfectly in balance with her wide hips. She towered over Camilla as the slender girl remained in her seat, though her eyes never left Ramona’s body. She had been given full license to take her in, all of her. The way her breasts bulged out from her torso and made it impossible to find a shirt that fit. The way her hips swayed as she walked, and her legs crossed over at the thighs, one in front of the other. Even the stance she took as she came to a rest in front of Camilla, legs spread shoulder length apart, stretching upper portions of the powerful woman's slacks.

She leaned back, resting the palms of her hands on her desk and resting her rear end on the edge of it. Then there was a finger under Camilla’s chin, gently coaxing her face upward, looking into Ramona’s.

“It’s just us tonight, why don’t we make the best of it?” Ramona purred.

Camilla could only nod in compliance, her mouth hanging open as the familiar rush of heat filtered through her body and began to coil in her belly. Her teeth dug into her lower lip and soon she found Ramona’s larger, but still soft and gentle hands on her own. They were moving, no, more like being guided, to something.

Camilla rose from her stupor long enough to realize her hands were on the waistline of Ramona’s slacks. Her hands were working without her mind's permission, but that was for the best. Soon the charcoal gray pants slipped down Ramona’s legs, revealing the perfectly smooth thighs.

The white lace panties were all that stood between her and her prize. Camilla’s hands got to work pulling them down as well. While she busied herself, Ramona set about unfastening the rest of the buttons on her blouse, letting it rest gently on her shoulders. Any sudden movements from her body would surely let the shirt fall free.

Camilla barely noticed that her superior wasn’t wearing a bra. Instead a pair of perfectly rounded breasts jutted from her chest. Tipped only with a pair of dark nipples that were already erect from the excitement of the situation. Just below her large chest was a tightly packed core of muscles. Well defined abdominals and anterior muscles.

Soft hands encouraged Camilla’s head into Ramona’s waiting clit. She put up no fight and mewled softly just moments before her lips touched Ramona’s.

Fingers tangled into Camilla’s hair and nails scratched against the flesh along her scalp. Camilla needed little direction or encouragement, and greedily lapped with sensuous delight at Ramona’s sex. As the second turned to minutes, Camilla took in more and more of Ramona’s juices, lapping and suckling them with reckless abandon. She needed more and those cravings were easily met by Ramona.

There were occasions as Ramona allowed her subordinate to pleasure her that some instances were made. Ramona would let her head fall back, exposing her throat and letting a long, deep moan slip past and into the room. In those moments Camilla found her head pressed hard against Ramona’s slit. She still took no issue though, she learned, quickly, how to recognize those times and took the opportunity to drive her tongue deep inside the other woman.

After a few moments of divine pleasure, Ramona would loosen her grip and Camilla would pull back, catch her breath, and invariably let the strands of sensual juices extend from her lover to her mouth.

There were other times, several orgasms into their love making, that Camilla would find her head pressed hard against her lover and her face used to grind against. All she could do was open her mouth and extend her tongue and hope that it pleased Ramona, and it always did.

Camilla lost track of how long she was on her knees in front of her boss, but she knew they were starting to ache. It was a small price to pay. She delighted in the feeling of submitting to someone like Ramona. Someone strong, powerful, in control. Someone who knew exactly what they wanted and how to get it. She would take care of her own needs in her own way, letting her hands pull up her own skirt and press into her own wet folds.

As abruptly as their affair had started, though, it ended.

Ramona had let her head fall back and to the side, her long dark hair cascading over half her face and her shoulder. Camilla was dipping her tongue deep inside of her lover once again, swirling it around the clit and letting the taller woman delight in every kind of pleasure. Then, she felt another shaking orgasm ripple through Ramona’s body, and she slurped up the influx of juices from her. Then, there was no more movement, just deep panting, a faint giggle, and the low cooing of a truly satisfied woman above her.

“I knew you were the right person for the job.” Ramona offered at last, finding Camilla rising up in front of her, and using the back of her hand to wipe away a face full of her juices.

“Thank you Miss Ortega.”Camilla replied, her own voice drenched in lustful intent. The compliment might have taken her off guard before, but after what she had just done, there were precious few secrets between the two.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

“Excuse me?”

Camilla hadn’t exactly expected this. She had cum once while she was pleasing Ramona, and she expected that one her manager was satisfied that they would clean up and get back to work. Instead she found Ramona stepping up to her, gingerly cradling the smaller woman’s face in her hands and pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Camilla couldn’t help herself, her hands were clawing against the skin on Ramona’s back and drawing out a few more lewd sounding moans as their lips stayed locked against one another.

Ramona’s hands slipped down Camilla’s torso, and rounded her small, but cute rump. She squeezed it once, earning a muffled yelp and then lifted the petite woman upward. With ease Camilla found herself sitting on Ramona’s desktop, their kiss never breaking. She was somewhat amazed at the kind of strength Ramona had, but spared little thought on contemplating it.

Once settled, Camilla’s skirt was lifted up, roughly pulled and placed on her upper thighs. Camilla did her part, hopping once to try and get her rump off of the desk long enough for her to pull her skirt up and let it stay in place. While she fussed with her skirt, Ramona was busily digging her nails into the space between Camilla’s soft flesh and her panties. Once there, they were dragged down Camilla’s thighs and once they rounded her knees, they simply fell off of the rest of her legs.

Once her panties were tumbling off of her, Ramona let them be and instead moved her hands up Camilla’s thighs. Once in place, she used one hand to ease apart her womanly folds and with her other hand, plunged two fingers into her.

It was now Camilla’s turn to let out a moan of absolute delight. She had been teetering on the edge of another orgasm for a while, and she was doing her level best to not simply cum on her boss’s fingers the second they were inside of her. Though she inhaled sharply and then let out a low groan, she managed to not immediately climax.

Instead she settled into a rhythmic rolling in her hips. Ramona still moved her fingers to tease and toy with her, but Camilla was working hard to grind out every sliver of pleasure. She felt had managed to quell some of her desires, at least enough so that she wasn’t moments away from an orgasm, but now that same hot coil arose in her belly and she felt the building climax. She made every attempt to control her hips, but every time she did, Ramona would step in, increasing the depth or the speed that she penetrated inside of Camilla.

It didn’t help that all the while, Ramona’s hot breath was on Camilla’s chest. Her breasts were wet with kisses, and her nipples fully puckered from the amount of suckling that Ramona had dedicated to them. In those moments when Camilla would slow her hips Ramona took the opportunity to nibble ever so slightly on her employee’s chest. Occasionally flicking her tongue over Camilla’s nipples and leaving enough of her lipstick on Camilla’s pale skin to indicate where Ramona had been.

Now, though, it felt like Camilla was coming to that precipice where she knew she would tumble over, free falling into orgasmic bliss.

Ramona stopped, extracting her fingers and popping them into her own mouth.

Camilla only had a moment to open her eyes, bleary with pleasure and see Ramona’s telltale smirk, and then she leaned in. There was a kiss on Camilla’s lips, then her throat, her chest, a trail across her abdomen and then Ramona’s lips were on her slit. Her tongue driving deep inside of Camilla, and a fresh brilliant burst of hot sexual energy welled up inside of Camilla.

Ramona’s hands were on either side of her slick pussy, spreading her legs wider while also pushing open her folds, letting Ramona dive deeper inside of her.

There was a greedy kind of hunger from Ramona as she ate out her employee. It wasn’t the kind of wild, wet, sloppy act that Camilla would have expected. It was precise, targeted, and just like Ramona, always in control. With her lips, simple kisses around her clean shaven sex, and a well placed flick of her tongue, Camilla found her lover was able to cause her immense pleasure, draw her closer to an orgasm, or simply string her along without any progression at all. Camilla was in awe and ecstasy at just how perfectly capable Ramona was when it came to sex.

She couldn’t stand the strain of sitting upright any more and instead lowered herself to languish across Ramona’s desk. Pens and pencils scattered across her desk and rolled off, plummeting to the floor. Her notes, business documents, and worksheets were crumpled and bent under the weight of her body and fluttered away. Camilla’s legs widened just a little more, she wasn’t sure if she was the one spreading them or if that was Ramona. Did it really matter? It all resulted in more pleasure.

There were so many mewling little moans, groans of pleasure, and heavy sighs laced with lust filling the room, that the small tone from a tablet on Ramona’s desk was lost in the ambiance. Though, the unheard sound did have a purpose, and Camilla quickly discovered it.

Ramona had slowed down, or maybe she had fully stopped, Camilla couldn’t quite tell. Her entire body practically tingled with sexual energy that it was sometimes hard to tell when there was physical contact and when it was just latent reactions from her body. After a few seconds though Camilla regained some of her mental faculties and craned her neck to see if she could see what Ramona was playing at. There was no sight of her, so Camilla began to push herself up onto her elbows.

She still couldn’t see Ramona, but her eyes flicked to the side as her hand came in contact with something hard and thin on the desk. It was Ramona’s personal tablet, which was glowing lightly. Clearly Camilla’s hand had fallen to it when she was writhing on the desk, but the content of the tablet at the moment was a matter of surprise.

A full screen readout of an android’s body was dominating the majority of the screen. There were plenty of menus, readouts, and configurations all around the edges of the device, but none of that was what truly captured Ramona’s attention. The robotic systems at the center of the screen were overlaid on a digital representation of Ramona, with the words ‘Prototype’ and just below that ’paused’ flashing in gentle amber tones across her chest.

Camilla blinked for a few seconds and pushed herself up to a full sitting position. She could see Ramona now. She had her legs tucked under her, hands folded neatly in her lap, and her face wearing a vague smile. She was facing forward, eyes locked on nothing in particular. Camilla noticed that she was sitting perfectly still, not just not moving, but truly locked in place. The kind of frozen that only a robot could execute.

Perhaps it was from the sheer volume of pleasure she had given and received over the last half an hour or longer, but Camilla found herself biting into her lower lip just a little. She was still incredibly turned on, but seeing Ramona like this did something else to her. She had just been handed complete control over someone and it felt good, better than she really ever expected. She was normally the one on her knees, but standing over Ramona like this sent new waves of pleasure through her.

“You’re..a robot?” Camilla asked, not even sure that Ramona would respond in her stopped state.

There was no response from Ramona. She remained unmoving, and as Camilla looked closer, found that Ramona had stopped breathing and her eyes no longer blinked. All those small movements and fidgets that would make a human look and feel real had stopped. She didn’t even sway as she sat on the floor. Camilla had been on her knees more than once in her life and she knew that bare kneecaps on hard flooring became uncomfortable quickly.

All of it confirmed that Ramona wasn’t actually a person, rather, she was a machine. The logic that she could be controlled and likely needed to have something enabled before she would respond trickled into Camilla’s mind. She glanced down at the tablet, the blinking ‘stopped’ message confirmed that.

She dove into the menus and subsets of information on the tablet. It took some digging, but being a personal assistant had taught her how to quickly shuffle through a lot of information in rapid succession. She was a little surprised at how granular one could get in the control over one of these machines. There were menus and submenus for everything. She could have enabled only the last knuckle on Ramona’s pinky if she wanted. Soon, she found what she needed.

There were whole subsections dedicated to what software was running. Camilla found that everything was currently paused, though it looked easy enough to enable individual systems. She tapped on dozens of paused systems, ensuring she stayed away from anything that looked like motor controls. Soon, Ramona was once again blinking, though it was at even two and a half second intervals instead of anything randomized.

“Ramona? Are you online now?”

“Correct.”

It was Ramona’s voice, but it was flat, free of inflection and personality.

“And this controls you?” Camilla asked, holding up the tablet.

“Correct.”

“Are you a Love Work’s android?”

“Yes, Prototype DC-600-PN1”

Camilla blinked at that. She was still turned on but her mind was reengaging itself. There was a lot of logic falling into place as Camilla hopped off of the desk, not bothering to redress herself. She paced around Ramona, who sat still and waited. Camilla had learned a little bit about the production and in’s and out’s of the Love Work’s robots. She was well aware that the first two letters in a robot’s serial number indicated the model line, though Camilla had only encountered the SC line. She was told that those were the sexual companions, but DC was new to her.

“Wait, if you’re a Love Work’s robot, how come you don’t have any of the seams and lines and stuff all over your body?”

“I am a prototype unit, constructed primarily from test materials that are a company secret for the moment. They allowed me to be constructed with little to no signs of artificial construction.”

Camilla’s brow scrunched at that. Ramona was a prototype that was specifically designed to look and act human. She mentally kicked herself for not seeing some of the writing on the wall sooner. Ramona was clearly based on some form of the Love Work’s programming set, which explained why she was so..flirtatious.

She could continue putting pieces together and solving a great many odd encounters over the last few months, but with a small glance down at the pad in her hand, Camilla had other thoughts. She was fully in control of Ramona now. She couldn;t help but giggle to herself and return to her little perch on Ramona’s desk. Once there she set about tapping around some of the menus and finding a place to enable Ramona’s personality without unlocking her motor controls.

In the process of exploring the menu structure, she found that there were other options as well. Motion controls were only some of the more interesting ones. She tapped to turn on Ramona’s personality, and then quickly moved around to the body functionality section.

“Camilla? What are you doing? You need to restore my motor controls immediately and give me that tablet.”

There was the Ramona that Camilla had known. Authoritative, calm, and decisive. The latino inflections in her voice returned and her face was less neutral and more natural.

“Oh come on. It’s not every day a girl finds out her boss is a robot and gets to play with her like a toy. Let me have five minutes of fun will you?”

Camilla giggled, like a kid with a new toy, and tapped a button on the tablet. Ramona immediately rose to her feet, quickly pushing herself to a standing position with little effort wasted on anything else. Once standing tall, her hands fell to her side, and she seemed to naturally balance in place.

Camilla looked her up, down, and then up again. She took in every curve, every perfectly crafted artificial muscle, every inch of her synthetic skin. It was dark, smooth, and perfect just like Ramona was. Camilla hopped off the desk and sauntered up to Ramona, leaning in to suckle on her breasts for a moment, still holding the tablet.

Ramona let out a soft sigh as Camilla’s mouth wandered over her body. Her nipple puckered a bit as it was in Camilla’s mouth, leading her to believe that there was clearly a part of Ramona that was fully online now.

“You can have all the sexy fun with me you want, but I really do have to insist you return me to my full functionality.” Ramona muttered after another small groan.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Camilla said, taking a step back and beginning to pace around Ramona.

As she moved, the model on the screen rotated in real time as well. Camilla wondered if there was some kind of motion tracking, or accelerometer, or something inside of Ramona that could read where the tablet was. As the digital representation of Ramona turned, small lines appeared in a number of places along her body, pulsing for a moment as they came into view and then settled back into a faint outline.

“What are these little outlines?” Camilla idly asked. It didn’t matter what Ramona said, she was going to tap on them regardless.

“Those are access panels, please don’t open them. I am made of highly confidential proprietary-”

There was a small hiss as a panel near the base of Ramona’s neck unsealed, retracted into her body just a bit and slid to the side. Inside Camilla could just make out what appeared to be a port of some kind. It looked standard, and was set into a dark brushed metal plate. Nearly a centimeter of thick, artificial flesh encapsulated it. Set into place just above the ports appeared to be some kind of touch screen, it was subtly pulsing a small alert saying ‘Remote control in progress.’

“You really are just a machine, aren’t you?”

The phrase was whispered in a sort of awe. Camilla had worked in the offices long enough to know that they existed, but she had never actually seen the internal workings of one. It was kind of thrilling, and she wasn’t sure why, but she just wanted to see more.

As she paced around the still paused Ramona, Camilla tapped through the menus, finding more and more interesting information about this robotic manager she had. What’s more, she found that there were more panels, parts of her body that could be disconnected and set aside, some even offered a remote connection to the core processor. There were so many possibilities here, and Camilla felt only a little deprived as she thought about how to best utilize this. Had Ramona told her all of this sooner she would have kept it a secret and the two could have had some real fun. Camilla had stumbled upon a subset of commands, something that was pre-built and put on the tablet, presumably when Ramona had been manufactured.

“I can see where you are on that tablet you know, you need to-”

Camilla tapped another button and Ramona stopped talking. Her face was still frozen in the middle of her statement, but her hands moved to the sides of her chest. There was a familiar hiss, and her entire upper torso shifted. It pushed away from her body just enough for her waiting hands to reach in and pull it off of her torso. Her large breasts swayed as they moved away from her body, held at arm's length. Camilla could see a large fluid storage tank bolted firmly to the underside of the chest plate. There were a number of tubes running from it into, what Camilla assumed, were her breasts. It was curious, causing Camilla to tilt her head and idly wonder if Ramona was able to lactate some kind of liquid.

Camilla could only gawk as she took the chest panel from Ramona and set it on the desk. The breasts flattening out just a little gravity finally took its toll on them. The inside of Ramona’s body was now easily on display for Camilla. More of the dark metal plating, mixed in with textured plastics. Camilla could make out a few thicker tubes, wrapped tightly in some kind of fine mesh and attached all along her frame, exactly in the places that showed some of the most muscle definition.

“This really is inappropriate now Camilla. I demand you replace my paneling and give me the tablet!”

Ramona’s mouth was moving and it was distinctly her voice, her eyes were even following Camilla as she drew closer, but her whole body was still standing perfectly at attention. Camilla reached out a hand and gently brushed it across the metallic internal framework, feeling the warm smoothness brush across her own fingertips. Ramona was a marvel of modern technology and Camilla got the feeling she was looking into the engine compartment of a sports car rather than a family sedan.

“Camilla Hopkins!” The sharp snap of Ramona’s voice brought Camilla back from her obsessive gaze. “You are violating so many of your contractual obligations. I’ll be contacting HR with this whole encounter.”

Camilla smirked at that. Looking back down at her tablet she began tapping through the menus and options, finding what she needed. Ramona was clearly based almost entirely on a sexbot’s core programming, which meant there were dozens of options and customizations for just how submissive Ramona would be, and much to Camilla’s delight, to whom as well. A few adjusted sliders later, Camilla applied the settings and looked up to Ramona.

“-You will stop this right- artificial intellect offline. New program settings discovered. Integrating now. One moment.”

Camilla smirk broadened as she watched her domineering lover's head tilt to one side as a vacant look crossed her face and her eyes unfocused. Ramona’s eyes fluttered and blinked a few moments later and she looked towards Camilla.

“Hello Camilla, I believe I was just saying that we needed to talk to HR about this encounter.”

“You were, but I don’t think that’s a good idea at all.”

“If you say so.”

There was something distinctly sensual that tingled its way up Camilla’s spine hearing her boss’s voice in such a demure tone. She had turned down almost all of her assertive behavior and set herself as one of the administrators on Ramona’s systems. Camilla tapped a button to save the settings as a quick swap profile.

“Ramona, do you think I’m sexy?” Camilla asked the question and gingerly placed her finger on one of the sliders, then gently began moving it.

“Yes of course I think you’re sexy. You’re a golden goddess and I want to fuck you until you are begging me to stop. I want to make you my little bitch and fuck you until you’re-”

Camilla tapped to load her preset again.

“-You’re pleased with me and satisfied by everything that I’ve performed for you. Does that answer your question madam?”

Camilla hadn’t put in the ‘madam’ part but admitted that she liked it, a lot. She wondered if there was some other program that she had enabled that would generate those kinds of responses. She tapped around and returned to the running apps console and began to fiddle with them a little, turning some on, some off, then back on again. Mostly tinkering to see how Ramona might act. Occasionally Ramona would open her mouth and a sound would come out before cutting off as another program loaded or some process terminated the one that was running.

Soon though, Camilla found she was pushing the limits of what even an advanced android could handle. She was flipping switches and loading applications a little too quickly and Ramona simply couldn’t handle it. She was designed to be operated smoothly and without so many changes all at once.

So when Camilla tapped on a third sexual suite after adjusting some of the configurations on it, there was something in Ramona’s software that just failed. Ramona opened her mouth and a long string of garbled nonsense tumbled out. Camilla looked up and panicked, tossing the tablet aside and looking at Ramona. One eye was fluttering while the other was swiveling from side to side in its socket. Her mouth hung open and error messages and warnings played through, presumably, some speaker configuration inside of her somewhere.

Ramona’s fingers began to twitch and spasm, moving without the consent of Camilla’s tablet, and whining loudly as if fighting against itself. Her shoulder rocked back and forth as well in quick, stuttered movements. The crescendo of it all was the sizzling pop that Camilla heard from somewhere inside of Ramona followed by the distinct sight of black smoke curling out from one portion of her opened chest panel.

Camilla managed to catch a quick glance of Ramona’s body, though in particular her sex. It seemed to be in some kind of overloaded state. Sexual juices flowed freely from it and left long runnels streaking down her legs. She could see the lips twitching and moving in an unnatural display of mechanical control. Her whole body twitched again, another burst of liquid and then her hips thrust rapidly forward, punctuated by a distorted and static filled moan.

“Shit, oh shit. God no!”

Ramona suddenly seemed to lose power as a failsafe and collapsed to the ground in a tangled heap at Camilla’s feet. The young woman looked down at her, her own mouth agape now, completely unsure of exactly what to do. She had ruined a clearly expensive and delicate corporate robot. She had destroyed company property! Her mind seemed to freeze, she struggled to formulate any thoughts. The sight of Ramona, disabled, helpless, and vulnerable seemed to snap something in Camilla’s mind.

Her head moved stiffly up from looking at Ramona, her face softly melting into a neutral expression. Her chest stopped rising and falling with simulated breathing and her internal systems no longer needed to engage the protocols to generate a random blink timer.

With the human emulation software disabled and her core operating system taking command, Camilla was purely mechanical. She was an instrument as much as Ramona was.

It took a few seconds to unhook all of the software needed to realistically portray Camilla as a real person, but there was no concern. She stood perfectly still as her software did what it was programmed for. Soon, her head turned with a snap and looked at the tablet on the desk and the computer next to it. Her walk cycle was smooth, calculated, and efficient, and it took her right to Ramona’s desk.

Camilla scooped up the tablet and her optics scanned it, reading the alerts and data on the screen. Nothing critical was damaged, and if she had been programmed with emotions that might have come as a relief, but that part of her was offline. She had a job to do now, and it wouldn’t take her much longer.

A small panel just above Camilla’s breasts whisked open and revealed a number of dataports. She stepped over to her purse on the credenza and took out a small bundle of cables and returned to the computer. She mechanically plugged one into the panel on her exposed chest port, then into the computer. Once connected she sat very still, browsing through Ramona’s files and navigating into some of the secured folders. They needed her password.

Camilla’s head swiveled to look at the tablet. She quickly tapped through it and sent a reactivation signal to Ramona. It took a moment or two for the secondary systems to receive the datastream and do something with it. In the end, Ramona’s eyes flicked open and she stood, looking over at Camilla, nude, exposed as a robot herself, and tilted her head. Her eyes darted to the tablet in her hands.

“You’re..you’re a robot as well?”

“Irrelevant.”

Ramona’s systems received the same pause command as before, then moments later a command to walk over to the computer and input her password.

“No, stop this. What are you doing?”

Ramona sputtered even as she walked across her own office and typed in her password, giving access to Camilla. Once done, Camilla was still again, holding the tablet in her hands as her operating system copied over file after file. Schematics on prototypes, business plans, financial reports, and project information. All of it filling up a drive inside of Camilla’s head that was specifically installed to store this kind of data.

“Camilla..”

The slender girl turned and regarded Ramona. Her face was cool and unflinching as her boss looked into her eyes. Ramona was clearly re-engaged with her personality programming, though it was still set as a mostly submissive alternate to her default.

“..I- I trusted you…how could you…”

“This was why I was constructed. I am only a machine. I do not worry about how or why. Be silent now.”

With the data transfer completed, Camilla unplugged herself from the computer and smoothly rose, closing her chest panel and storing her data cable. She turned, scanning the room again, looking for something useful for her secondary objective.

The large boxes in the corner, filled with promotional material for the new advertising campaign, the entire reason Camilla and Ramona had stayed late that evening. They should do.

Camilla stepped across the room, past her discarded clothes and Ramona’s desk. She tipped each of the boxes over, dumping out the pamphlets, fliers and kitschy buttons. She lined them up and then moved to Ramona.

“What..what are you doing?”

“You are an asset worthy of acquiring. Remain silent.”

“Now listen, you can’t just take me.”

“Remain silent.” Camilla ordered and scooped up the tablet.

With a tap, the locking mechanisms on Ramona’s arms disengaged. They were still held in place by magnets, though they came off with little additional effort. The smooth dark metal of her shoulder joints prominently displayed as she watched her own arms fall into one of the boxes.

“Camilla, I am your superior, you will stop this immediately!”

Another tap and her legs were unlocked. Camilla guided Ramona’s stiff body towards the ground and once there, pulled her legs off of her hips. The same dull dark gray metal and wiring as her shoulders showed was present there as well. Though the joint was larger and clearly more powerful, it sported a number of smaller posts around the perimeter, each one studded with gold plated and ideal for quick data transfer.

Ramona sighed, her personality wavering back into something more submissive. She smiled a little.

“It is a little funny though, isn’t it honey? We’re both robots.”

Camilla looked at her again, her face unchanged. “Remain Silent.”

Camilla held up the legs and forced them to bed at the knee and then slipped them into one of the boxes next to the arms. It was mostly full at this point and Camilla scooped up an arm full of the fliers and dumped them into the box, filling the remaining space and then closing it. The packing tape nearby sealed the box. The shipping label on it hadn’t been placed just yet, so a quickly acquired black pen from Ramona’s desk would do the job.

It squeaked and chirped as Camilla wrote out the address for a PO box that belonged to her manufacturer, VectaTech. Ramona would be shipped in pieces and arrive without anyone knowing where she had gone.

“You can’t do this. I’m the site manager- manager. Site manager here and I de- demand you stop this right now if that’s okay with you madam.”

Camilla scooped up the tablet again and looked over Ramona’s remaining systems. There was no option for disconnecting the corporate android’s head, she was equipped with an A.I. potent enough to pass as human, it was certainly smart enough to improvise. Ramona didn’t need to be entirely functional when she arrived, just enough to be backwards engineered.

There were other things to do first though.

Camilla tapped on a module and looked down at the tip of her pelvis. With no legs in the way she needn’t spread the woman’s legs as her vaginal assembly smoothly moved out of her body. It was the same dark, dull gray as the rest of her internals. A long, vaguely cylindrical thing, studded with small clips to keep the myriad of wires and tubes packed tight against it. The rails that had guided it out of Ramona’s body were magnetized as well and Camilla was able to easily lift the module off of them. The whole thing weighed more than Camilla had originally calculated, but it was densely packed with circuitry, all ending in the soft, smooth fleshy sex that Camilla had been eating out just minutes before.

“Wh- No! Stop, that’s company property! You can’t just take that!” Ramona complained.

Camilla ignored her and produced another larger anti-static bag from her purse and the detached vaginal assembly was slipped into it, then placed in a box, nestled neatly between the large soft breasts on Ramona’s detached chest panel. There was just enough room in the box for Ramona’s head, and her torso would have to fit in the other box.

Camilla walked over to what was left of Ramona. She was still powered on, but completely helpless. Camilla’s human emulation would have likely loved to see her in that very vulnerable state. The cold machine that was in control over Camilla’s body cared little though. There was more to do. Another moment at the tablet produced a small hiss originating inside of Ramona’s head. Her hair wafted slightly as her ear popped free from her head.

Camilla moved the dark locks out of the way and gently pulled out Ramona’s ear, bringing with it a tray laced with black and red wiring. There were more than a few empty slots, but a fair amount that had small thumbnail sized chips slotted into place.

“Camilla!” Ramona snapped, “stop this immediately!”

There was no response from the slender android, instead she pulled free one of the cards and slipped it into an anti-static bag.

“Alert, program set removed.” Ramona intoned. “Ca- Camilla stop this im- im- immediately- ly”

The polite tone in her voice, mixed with the absolute demands might have been comical in any other situation, but Camilla was plucking apart Ramona’s personality one chip at a time. Another one came free and fell to the bag.

“Warning, core programming destabilized. Rerouting to secondary systems.”

This time it was not Ramona’s voice, rather a flat shadow of what it was. It was tinny and lifeless. Clearly something that had been recorded and left in her systems from months or maybe years long past.

“Cam.Milla.You. Need. To. Stop. This.”

The stilted speech patterns were unnerving enough, but the fact that it was Ramona’s human sounding voice, just clipped and flat made it more so. Another chip pulled free and dripped into the bag.

“Error. Error. Personality core compromised. Unable to-”

Another chip.

“Alert core destabilizing. Service unit-”

The last chip came free and Ramona’s alerts stopped, leaving her last syllable playing onward without end. Camilla rose and moved back to her purse, placing the anti-static bag in it and then returned to the armless, legless robot on the ground. Without her limbs and personality chips she really was little more than a machine.

Camilla felt around her throat, jawline, and the nape of her neck. There was little to indicate that there were any locks there, but she needed to detach the head in order to make it fit in the boxes. With a cold stare, she let her artificial mind re-engage for a moment as it processed all the possible solutions. One rose above the others and with a lack of options, she looked down at her arm.

Camilla’s forearm split down the middle, running up towards her elbow. The two long panels flipped open and a powerful spring loaded blade, braced by hardened steel sprang forth. It arose with such force that her whole arm jerked backwards as the internal motors did their best to compensate for it. The razor sharp blade was placed against the olive skin across Ramona’s throat and then pressed inward.

The cut was smooth, gouging deep into the artificial flesh as Camilla moved gracefully around Ramona. Lifting her head a little to allow her to cut along the back of her neck. Then she ended and the blade retracted back into her arm, the panels flipped closed and a small internal vacuum resealed them. There was little trace of the blade once done. Ramona had a deep gash cut around her neck and Camilla wasted no time in pressing her fingers into the space she had created. The skin around Ramona’s neck stretched and bulged as Camilla worked her hands inside, feeling for some kind of lock or joint. There was none, and so she moved on to her next best plan.

Camilla knelt down, settling into place above Ramona’s head. She lifted one leg and stretched it out and over Ramona’s body, just enough to keep the limbless torso from moving. Then with her hands she began to turn Ramona’s head. She gave little consideration for the larger woman, or the fact that she was still somewhat online. She wouldn’t be for long. She pressed the ear tray back into her head, and then turned some more. Ramona was facinging just over her shoulder, and reaching the limitations of her mechanical spine’s capabilities. Camilla did not stop.

The titanium spine inside of Ramona’s back and neck was tough. It took a considerable amount of effort on Camilla’s part to twist it fully off, but she was not programmed to stop. She turned the head, pinning down the body and strained. For as slender and slight as she was, Camilla was incredibly powerful when she needed to be. There was a moment of high pitched squealing as the limitations of Ramona’s spine were reached and then it was done.

A snap was the only sound in the room, and Camilla jolted forward. Ramona’s head came away from her body, the twisted and ruined remains of her spine and accompanying fiber optic cabling dangling from the severed neck. She placed it in the box with the chest panel and disconnected sexual module, then covered them with pamphlets. The torso needed to be folded a little to fit in the last box, but it wasn’t enough to do any more harm to it.

Each box was sealed and the address applied to it. The deed was done and Camilla stood up straight, staring vacantly ahead as her processors formulated the next steps. She stiffly looked down at the clothes and picked them up. She slipped into her panties, then her button up blouse. Her skirt next and her shirt tucked nicely into it. With mechanical precision she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and twisted it into a messy bun. Her heels went on next and she moved around the office with perfect and unwavering balance.

Things needed to be tidied. Small shards of Ramona’s destroyed spinal column were picked up and tossed into the garbage. Her desk was arranged neatly and the computer powered down. Ramona’s clothes were stuffed into the credenza and left there. Once cleaned, Camilla stood still again, letting her artificial mind spin up a number of false memories and log files to accompany them. Then, she blinked, took a deep breath and let it out softly from her nose.

Camilla smiled and looked around the room.

“Oh! Here we go!”

She walked over to the boxes, wobbling just a little and cursing her heels. She absolutely loathed heels. Ramona had told her that there were a few boxes in her office that just needed to go out in the mail, overnight, to a PO box. That’s why she was here so late, just waiting for Ramona to clear out of her office and leave the boxes for Camilla to deal with.

“That’s what personal assistants are for.” Camilla muttered to herself. She kicked off her heels, knowing that they would be more of a detriment to her than anything else. She shoved the boxes over to the door and used one of them to prop it open. As she did she heard the soft foot falls of someone.

The artificial looking woman, the mail carrier, was just rounding the corner. Happily looking into each cubicle, probably expecting someone to be there to ask for mail. Camilla was never more happy to see one of the office robots. She waved at her and called out.

“Hey! I have some mail! Come help me get it onto your cart.”

The robotic mailwoman didn’t look as if she cared to hurry. Instead she dutifully moved from cubicle to cubicle. She would reach the office eventually. Camilla sighed, sometimes she hated these stupid robots.

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