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Snatcher

2026-01-23T04:18:41Z

Toastdroid: cats

(''co-written with Prussi Antique'')

The Junker stepped out of his patrol vehicle and crossed the rain-slick street to the apartment complex, confirming the apartment number before knocking on the rusted reinforced metal door. He didn't have any solid leads, just a few hints that the man in apartment 202 might know something about one of these dangerous humanoid robots wrecking havoc in the city. After rapping his knuckles on the door a small bipedal robot that looked like an antique camera with legs leapt up on his shoulders. Metal gear units were standard issue for all Junkers, but he couldn't help but resent the feeling that they were just a way for Central PD to micro-manage his investigation. Through his earpiece it gave a chipper declaration of: "movement detected!"

He waited - no response. "Can you confirm movement?" he asked the metal gear under his breath.

"Yes - one humanoid!"

He knocked again, louder, announcing. "This is Inspector Russ Antioch, I'm just here to ask a few questions. My gear's already sensed your movement… I'm not leaving here until someone opens this door."

"J-Just a minute!" A woman's voice, muffled. He waited, muttering to his gear. "Can you get a read of what she's doing in there?"

"Yes! She has spent a significant portion of time in the northwestern quadrant of the apartment. She now approaches the door."

It opened on squeaking hinges - on the other side stood a lovely woman in a slinky cocktail dress, the black silk flowing across the contours of her gorgeous figure. The neckline plunged low enough to expose her sumptuous cleavage, one strap hanging off her shoulder to show even more of her ripe breast, seemingly ready to burst free at the slightest provocation. Her short green bob swept to the side, much of its falling across her right cheek - apparently trying and conceal the gauze compress applied to her jaw.

"Sorry, was just about to go to bed," she said, furrowing her perfectly manicured green brows in concern. "What's this about?"

Russ pulled out his badge from his coat, flashing it at the woman. "Sorry to disturb you this late, ma'am, but I'm with Central PD. I'd like to speak to Mr. Freddy Nielsen; ask him a few questions, if possible. Is he in at the moment?"

She scanned the badge quickly, biting her lip, her cherry red lipstick expertly applied. "Fred's out at the moment - but I'll let 'im know you came by!" She flashed a halfhearted smile and began to shut the door, "Good night, Inspector!"

"Wait, ma'am," Russ put his foot in the door, releasing a grunt of pain as it struck with more force than he anticipated. "I've already been by the KojiMac downtown office earlier today. Were you aware that he never came to work? Do you know where he is now?"

"No," she said plainly. It didn't look like she was exerting much force on the door, but it felt like he was trying to prop open a bank vault.

"When a man wanted for questioning disappears and the woman at his door doesn't seem to know or care about his whereabouts, that tends to make people in my profession suspicious," Russ said through the pain. "Which means I'll be back in a couple of hours with a warrant and a few more officers, at a time I'm sure you'd much rather be sleeping - so could you at least humour me by answering a couple of questions?"

Her eyes darted from his eyes to his foot, her painted nails slightly scratching the surface of the door. "Alright, Inspector," she finally relented, pulling it open to release his foot, then placing a hand on her hip - she did a nice job of filling the doorframe, barring him from entry - but he certainly don't mind the form of this 'barricade', her long, sleek legs crossing at her juicy thighs, just under the short hem of her silky black dress. "I'm not sure quite where Fred is, but sometimes he misses work. Sometimes he goes out. Is there reason to be concerned?"

"Well, my investigation into his work at KojiMac Industries has given me some reason to be." No reaction there... "Fred was a no-show for a meeting with his manager about some missing parts for a new prototype. He ever talk about work?"

A slight shift of her bare thighs as she adjusted her lean on he door frame - and silence.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

She took her time before finally responding with, "He was gone when I woke up."

"So... you saw him last night?"

"Boy, you really ''are'' a detective."

"What happened here?" he asked, gesturing to his cheek, the same one she had taped with gauze and almost concealed behind a sweep of her emerald bangs.

"Cut myself shaving."

Russ sighed. "I don't love this any more than you do, but would you mind letting me in, just to have a quick look around?" At the obvious displeasure in her gaze, he added, "There's boxes I gotta tick, and like I said before, I'd hate to have to come back when both of us would much rather be in our bed." When she raised an eyebrow, he quickly amended, "Beds! Uh… separate. In our own distinct apartments."

She wasn't having it. Of course, it could be that she just wasn't happy to let a cop into her apartment. Usually his looks carried a little more sway with the ladies, but she wasn't biting.

Then, out of the blue, she was all smiles. "Come in, Inspector... Russ, was it?" she stepped out of the way, holding the door for him. "You'll have to excuse the place, I wasn't ‘’expecting’’ guests..." ‘’there’’ was a tinge of that former acid.

Russ stepped inside the living room of the relatively small apartment, his metal gear skating down his jacket to putter about on the floor. The area was neatly kept, a sunken seating area with fake leather couches, a gas fireplace inset, a modest flatscreen on the wall. A half-wall separated the small dining area and kitchen, and a short hallways lead to a pair of doors - one door barely open, an unlit room where he saw the silhouette of the bed, the other door closed. The 'northwestern quadrant' of the apartment one might call it.

She shut the front door with a bit more force than necessary before stepping into the living room. She crossed the carpet toward a liquor cabinet with a scissoring stride, her cocktail dress hugging the hemispheres of her shapely derrière, its plentiful softness jiggling slightly with every heeled-step. He noticed a discoloration along her right thigh - maybe a birthmark? "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked.

"No, thank you. I don't drink while on duty." The impeccable, unnatural neatness of the place seemed less like two people lived here and more like this was a model apartment.

"You notice anything unusual about Freddy over the last couple weeks, Ms...?"

"Mrs." She turned away from the liquor cabinet. "Nielsen. I figured you would've put that one together, Inspector," she added with a teasing smile.

"I didn't want to presume, Mrs. Nielsen," he replied evenly.

She considered his question with a gentle tapping of a finger to her chin. "But did I notice anything unusual? Let me think... He's always kept to himself. Doesn't talk about work. He can be gone for stretches at a time and doesn't like it if I ask him a lot of questions… So I don't." She sighs, her hand dropping to rest on her hip. "You married, Inpector Russ?"

Russ coughed, realizing he was eying her figure in a manner that he hoped wasn't obvious. "No, uh... not married."

He turned toward the kitchen, noting that despite offering him a drink, Mrs. Nielson made no move to make herself one either. He had to admit he was glad the metal gear was here, recording details he might otherwise miss - especially since he wasn't seeing anything of note aside from this place was so damned ‘’clean’’.

Finally, he stopped by the half-open bedroom door, clearing his throat and asking, "Mind if I take a look in here, Mrs. Nielsen?"

"Lisa," she says, her casualness seeming a bit forced by his estimation. "If you think it'll help, have a look."

He clicked on the light, finding a neatly made bed, its sheets perfectly tucked in, pillows fluffed - this wasn't a bedroom, it was a stock photo.

"Good looking guy like you?" her voice startled Russ, and he turned to see her leaning against the bedroom doorframe, her tantalizing figure carving out a negative space of soft curves around her. "I'd figure somebody would've snatched you up by now." Again, that teasing bite to her tone. "Why, if I weren't married myself..."

"Warning, sensing heart palpitations!" the metal gear chirped into his earpiece. "Are you feeling alright, Inspector Russ?"

"Well, most people don't see past the job," he said as he tried to focus on the investigation, refusing to answer the mechanical babysitter he was saddled with. He delivered his next line casually, making sure he could watch her from the corner of his eye. "If being an investigator at Central PD wasn't enough, they gave me Junker duty... Talk about a conversation killer."

"I would think so!" she said, crossing her arms beneath her ample bosom. "Who wants gun-wielding nutjobs blowing the heads off anyone they 'suspect' is a Snatcher? And besides, those stories about Snatchers all over this city are waaaaaay overblown! Did you know, there was a news report the other day that said there were maybe three still active in the entire city? ''Three''! At that point, if ''I'' were running your department, I'd just close down shop and let them live out their lives... it's not like they're hurting anyone!"

She seemed to be glossing over the fact that they were almost always armed with concealed weaponry and had no reservations about using it. Plus there was always the 'snatching' aspect where they'd kill a human to steal their victim's appearance and identity without missing a beat. "And besides, you know the false positive rate on those metal gears? A lot higher than 'zero'!"

Russ double checked the metal gear's snatcher warning system - it read clean. She was right about false-positives, but the false-negative rate was ''also'' higher than zero. Russ held up his hands, "Look, I'm just doing a job here," he protested. Some snatchers might try to fabricate a unique persona and appearance instead of taking someone else's, but they would inevitably stand out - either something was just ''off'' about their appearance, or they made themselves far too attractive... "One more place to look, then I'll be outta your hair. What's in the room next door?"

Lisa's eyes flashed. "The bathroom... which is ''just'' a bathroom. Haven't you seen enough, Inspector Russ? It's getting late, and I think both of us have things we'd rather be doing."

"I really don't want to come back here," he replied, pointing down at the metal gear now standing before the closed bathroom door like a pet waiting to be let out. "But this lil' guy gets checked by the tech-heads the moment I return to the station. They might not care about my own lack of diligence, but they WILL notice he's scanned every room but one, and then they send me right back here."

Her eyes narrowed as she took in his small robotic companion, the apertures of its own multi-lens gaze whirring as it looked back. Her hand rose to the gauze on her cheek and she grumbled, "Fine… knock yourself out."

Russ opened the door and for once come across signs that someone actually lived here - cabinets opened, bottles, vials, and beauty products scattered around in a stark contrast to the immaculate neatness of the rest of the house… along with a faint plastic scent he immediately recognized.

Putting his toe on a pedal-bin, he saw a discarded container of synth-skin repair gel. Maybe it was innocent. Maybe Lisa just had some cybernetics that needed fixing… His metal gear scampered to the bin, rising up on its metal toes to peer inside when suddenly a searing hole appeared in its head with a flash of sparks, the small robot making a weary keening sound as it teetered and then collapsed on the bathroom tile.

"Oh no, the little guy just blew a fuse!" Lisa gasped, and Russ whirled around to see a faint upturn at the corner of her lips, a trace of smoke drifting between them. "I'm guessing that means you're done here?"

"Yeah… just about ready to wrap things up," Russ answered, his hand already on his holster. He didn't see a gun on her, nor any place she might conceal it in that skimpy dress - could it have something do with her mouth? Even now, smoke still drifted from the corners of her lips, from beneath the gauze patch. She had him pinned, the best he could do was stall. "You mind telling me what really happened with your cheek?"

She chuckled, tearing off the patch and brushing back her green hair - beyond her torn synthetic skin he could see the dark metal of her jaw, a few winking lights from the components within. "What, this? It's nothing! All you need to know is that I'm standing here in front of you, and the one who did this to me isn't." She traced a finger around the damage, flinching slightly as it made contact with the bare metal, giving a slight intake of breath. In that moment, Russ charged at her - her expression flickered and there was suddenly a light shining in the back of her throat.

He made contact just as an energy blast seared the air by his ear. They both bounced off the door, the exposed metal of her cheek splintering the cheap wood and putting off a shower of sparks before they tumbled into the adjacent bedroom.

The snatcher grabbed the detective and lifted him over her head to slam him on the mattress, her body contorting unnaturally until she loomed directly above him, her mouth open, the device within crackling with energy. "Say goodnight, junker!" she cried, her voice reverberating with disdain. Despite the danger, his mind fixated on two things. One, that both straps of her dress had slipped down her shoulders, threatening to fully expose this murderous robot's breasts… and two, that the damage in her cheek seemed to be putting off an awful lot of sparks.

There was a burst of electricity and her head snapped back without firing. Lisa stood wide-eyed and completely stunned, smoke pouring from her mouth, energy crackling about her jaw and temple.

"'It's nothing', eh?" He chuckled as he sprang up to grab her by her shoulders, flipping her into a pin, the motion finally freeing her sizable chest from her dress. The murderous laser in her mouth continued to flicker and pulse angrily, but never managed to fire.

"I still have more th-than enough strength to beat y-you, human!" she barked, her servos squealing in her struggle, seams beginning to tear at her bicep - evidence of a hasty repair job. The cabling of her artificial musculature burst through at her shoulder, flexing as she still fought to overpower him.

Unsure how long he could hold her and still not sure how to shut her down, he tried to stall. "What do you think happens at Central PD when a metal gear gets taken out? There's going to be a SWAT team sent out to its last broadcast location. Unless I call them off, you're going to have them busting down your door!"

She stopped struggling for the moment, her body coming to rest beneath him, her bare breasts settling against the rumpled top of her dress. "Alright, j-j-junker," she growled, sparks continuing to broil in the back of her throat. "I'll bite - what would get you t-to call in, tell 'em your little b-bot is just on the fritz?" Russ was careful not to loosen his grip - he could still feel the power in her servos and coiled musculature.

"First you stop trying kill me."

"I'll have to ask that you give me the same c-c-courtesy," she purred. Russ tensed as he felt her thighs shift beneath him - was she preparing to make a move, or just… getting comfortable? "Let-let's see you make that call, and I'll just lie here, m-tame as a lit-lit-little lamb." She batted her eyelashes, the meek gesture undercut by the exposed metal in her jaw, sparks still issuing from the weapon at the back of her throat.

He sat up, releasing her as he tapped his earpiece - she didn't move, just giving him that same, unnerving smile. "This is Inspector Antioch. My gear just toasted itself… no, no need. I'll submit a report when I get back in an hour." He tapped the earpiece to close the call. "There. No more unwanted guests."

She bit her lip. "So wh-what now, j-junker? You c-c-came all this way t-to destroy me, and now…?"

"I'm just investigating a missing person and potentially some stolen parts. I didn't actually expect to find that his wife was a snatcher."

She grinned, raising one of her immaculately trimmed eyebrows. "Y-you're an odd sorta j-j-junker, aren't you?" He could feel her body relax, the tension going out of her. "S-so maybe you file th-that there was no snatcher." She licked her lips, adding, "M-maybe leave here a little happier than when you c-c-came knocking..."

Despite the obvious sensuality of this snatcher unit, he couldn't help but be caught off guard by her suggestion - especially since it was clear her damage wasn't just cosmetic. Was she still planning on trying to take him out when he was at his most compromised? His eyes lingering on her voluptuous breasts, and then on the damage at her shoulder. ''She probably killed Freddy'', he reminded himself. ''She tried to kill YOU!'' But he still couldn't stop himself from reaching out, grasping the pillowy flesh before him, gently kneading them in his grip as her pink nipples swelled against his palms.

"Th-that's right, inspector, I'm f-fully f-function-''nnnngh''!" She gasped, her back arching, sparks flaring from her throat once more. He couldn't be sure what just happened, but apparently something triggered inside of her. "J-just a bit of un-ex-ex-pected sensory data," she panted, quickly changing the topic. "What w-would central P-PD think if they found out you f-f-fucked a snatcher?"

"They'd be jealous if it was you," he hummed. Deciding to test a theory, he leaned in to kiss her, at the last second planting his lips on the tear of her injured cheek. He tasted metal and the tingling bite of an electric shock while she gave another cry. He heard her throat laser charge again, only to fizzle out in a cascade of sparks, her body shuddering in his grasp. Her right arm spasmed, another hasty repair torn as loose sparking wires revealed themselves, sparks firing across her tensing figure. "In-invalid in-in-input!" she stammered, pulling back from his kiss, the light in her throat still glowing brightly.

He paused, uncertain if he had just broken the snatcher - but after a second's hesitation she lunged at him, tearing at his clothes and jerking her panties down from beneath her cocktail dress.

Soon his pants were off, his cock out, her hand guiding him to her synthetic sex, the sudden hot, wet embrace giving no clear sign of what she truly was. She moaned through her fervent kiss, a strange scent of ozone and plastic flooding his senses.

With some difficulty, he held on to the thought that he would still have to disable her - it was unthinkable that she'd let him leave this place alive, even if some part of her programming seemed to be 'enjoying' this development. He ran his hands along her body, feeling for where she had made repairs, noting a strangely smooth texture on her inner thigh, detecting a thinner her dermal layer across the mechanical joint of her knee… before he knew it, he was thrusting faster, harder into the damaged bot.

"I-I-I have to admmmmmit - nnnngh!" she panted, her servos whining as they sought to match his increasing enthusiasm, "I.. I've b-been eager to en-engage th-this protocol! I-I ‘’ahhh’’!" The lights in her jaw blinked faster, the one at the back of her throat sputtering and putting off sparks. He could feel the repair separating at her thigh, taking a moment to glance down and see severed wires sparking with alarming regularity.

Her hips began to falter, offering an arrhythmic bucking to his steady acceleration. Her voice pitched higher and higher, the lights in her jaw flashing red. Patched-over synth-skin tore on her hands, her knee, the metal machinery inside twitching and sparking under the strain he was putting her through, and he heard a charging capacitor whine suddenly catch in her throat, a light glowing inside.

Russ pulled out of her, flipping her over face-down in the bed, then plunged into her from behind.

"Wh-what a-a-are you-!?" she gasped before her face hit the pillow, her shapely hindquarters shuddering from the impact of his hips. She let out a squeal and her mouth-laser fired, a whirlwind of charred feathers swirling in the air. Russ continued pumping into her, her body suffused with electrical discharge as she gave another cry, another whining charge and a second blast scorching the mattress.

He felt himself tumbling over the precipice of climax, his own unbidden release firing inside her while she spasmed wildly. "C-c-can't.... c-control-!" she managed, only for her laser to fire again and again, until her throat made a strange keening sound. There was a strangled cry, her face illuminated with a flash of greenish light, and then her voice trailing off into a digitized moan, smoke pouring from her mouth and ears as her head slumped face-first into the smoldering mattress. A few errant twitches ran through her still sparking body, but as he struggled to catch his breath, it seemed he had managed to disable the snatcher.

Almost reflexively he reached up to the earpiece to call it in, and then stopped. The drive-scraper at the station would leave her junked for sure, and it was coin toss on whether the data recovered would be usable. Free from the scrutiny of his metal gear, maybe the play was to bring her over to his place, get her back online - try asking her nicely about facts of the case. Besides, this was the first time a snatcher had done him the courtesy of waiting at least five minutes before trying to kill him…

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He was back by the service elevator of his apartment building when he got the call from central, wondering why he hadn't reported back. Opening the trunk of his car, he took in the sight of that gorgeous, damaged machine wrapped in scorched bedsheets.

"I won't be back for a while. Yeah. I’m following a new lead."

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Under the Influence

2025-08-29T02:56:12Z

Toastdroid: Undo revision 197332 by Toastdroid (talk) (i was on the wrong page lol)

@RealGirlKendra's feed switched to her condo's multi-cam setup as the eponymous influencer stumbled through the door, propped up by her far more steady sexbot companion. "Home at last!" she announced loudly to her viewers, slipping off her sexbot's shoulder to brace herself on her console table.

The sexbot furrowed her brow at her owner. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Leandra, I will be... when we get some drinks!" Kendra laughed. Her sexbot gave one last look of concern before heading to the kitchen, providing Kendra with an enticing view of a backside just as tailor-made as her designed jeans. Kendra turned to check herself in the mirror - it had been a wild night, but she was holding up pretty well, especially for being human. With her lustrous, wavy brown hair accented in crimson, her big tits pushed up in her sleek black dress, and a beautiful face that hadn't aged a day in her years as an influencer, she could understand why people thought she was a bot herself.

She strolled down the hall slowly, giving her viewers a show as the apartment's cameras caught her slow saunter from every angle. She flung herself dramatically on the couch, noticing Leandra bent in front of the liquor cabinet, the lights from the cabinet framing her round hips in a backlit halo... "Leandra, forget the drinks - just take off those pants and come sit on my face."

From the tick of Leandra's head, Kendra could immediately tell Leandra had registered the command, but was having trouble deciding whether she should comply.

"Is that a serious request?" Leandra asked, standing with a bottle in each hand. "Or is it meant to be 'tongue-in-cheek?'"

Kendra couldn't tell if Leandra was intentionally engaging in wordplay here, but regardless the conversation was clearly spiking her processor. "God you're sexy when your CPU is pegged."

Leandra turned stiffly, an uncertain smile on her dark lips. "Th-that doesn't answer my question."

Kendra took in a deep breath, then purred, "Wriggle out of your pants and park that pussy right ''here''." She tapped her lips with her finger, then gave it a kiss, adding, "And do it ''now''." She watched Leandra return the bottles to the cabinet, then slowly unbutton her pants, gently tugging them over her wide hips, careful not to bring the black lace thong with them as she shimmied them down to her thick thighs.

Seeing her sexbot half-undressed, Kendra suddenly remembered a new toy she had been wanting to try out on her, and slumped off the couch in a motion far less sensual than her robotic companion.. Flopping on to her knees, she then stumbled to her feet and made for her bedroom. "Leandra, you have no ''idea'' what's I got for you-"

Kendra felt a sudden pressure on her shoulders, followed by Leandra's dark thighs slipping over either side of her head. "L-Leandra, what th-the fuck are you-" Leandra swung around Kendra's shoulders, crossed her legs behind Kendra's back, and pulled, bringing her pussy exactly where her master had indicated. Kendra stumbled, her arms flailing wildly, until she was tumbling backward with her sexbot locked on her face. With a shriek muffled by one of the best models of artificial sex organs on the market, Kendra crashed into the glass coffee table behind her.

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Kendra stirred, not sure how long she had been out. She was back on the couch, only this time she was spread out on Leandra's lap, staring up at the ceiling.

"Kendra, are you registering my speech?" Leandra asked.

Kendra felt strange - tingly, maybe even a bit feverish. Nothing ''hurt'', but she definitely didn't feel like her normal self. "I can hear you, if that's what you're asking in the creepiest way possible…" Kendra groaned, trying to sit up.

"Please, do not try to move," Leandra said while gently pushing down on her chest. Kendra suddenly realized she was naked aside from her panties and stockings.

"Did I ''break'' something?" Kendra asked.

"The coffee table." Leandra's hand kept dropping to her side, and Kendra could feel a curious sensation on her abdomen… ''what was Leandra doing to her?'' Against Leandra's efforts, Kendra shifted and saw a… ''hole'' in her side. Inside were wires, electronics, strange lights that were blinking in a way that felt ''significant''. The fever was coming back, the room spinning. "Leandra?" Kendra began slowly. "What. The. Fuuuuuu-" Suddenly, Kendra froze, her face catatonic, and Leandra finished a long-press at the nape of Kendra's neck.

"My apologies, Kendra - but repairing you will be easier without the added complication of your personality software."

"Rebooting," Kendra muttered, her dark brown eyes staring vacantly. A moment later, her expression changed into a lascivious smile as she saw the gorgeous figure looming above her. Her long, silken black hair accented in gold, her smooth ebony skin, her beautiful face looking down at her with such tenderness, partially obscured by a pair of tits Kendra felt compelled to latch on to.

"Hey, beautiful," Kendra said, her speech slightly slurred.

"Hello, Kendra." Leandra's hands were still busy insider of her, repairing the damaged wiring from their tumble. She had meant to start Kendra in a 'safe' mode, but it appeared the damage had put Kendra into a hybrid state between her factory sexbot setting and her programmed personality. Leandra considered switching her off entirely, but even if it were for her own good, it was simply incompatible with Leandra's own programming. "I will have you fully repaired in just a moment."

"But I feel fine now - let me show you…" Kendra sat up, kissing Leandra's breasts with a sensuality that gave the sexbot pause. Leandra loved it when her master relished in her body, and felt she had no higher purpose than to facilitate Kendra's pleasure - but there was a calculation to be made regarding Kendra's immediate gratification versus the potential damage she might ''bzzzt!'' Leandra's computation was cut short but a sudden champing at her nipple, a hand on her plump backside, giving her a squeeze that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her systems.

''K-Kendra!'' Leandra gasped, trying to steady the hand that held her owner's decoupled wiring. "P-please, if y-you will j-just give me a moment."

But Kendra only tightened her grip on her sexbot, lavishing her tits with kisses, her hand slipping behind Leandra's thong and into her pussy. Leandra's sexual response systems compelled her to express her pleasure in a gasp, in the stiffening of her nipples, in the silent activation of pumps supplying lubricant and a thin sheet of artificial sweat across her smooth, dark skin. "K-Kendra, p-please, t-try to r-restrain y-yourself…"

Kendra refused, her fingers working more vigorously, her lips suckling aggressively at her sexbot's tits until they responded with a sudden release of peaches-and-cream-flavored liquid. "K-Kendra!" Leandra gasped, her hands twitching inside of her owner, undoing much of the rewiring she had accomplished and even snapping a few more connections.

Kendra spasmed, falling away from Leandra's breasts with a groan while electricity snapped around the opening at her side. Several other ports flew open across her frame, flashing warning lights. A spurt of liquid from Leandra's swollen breast sent a creamy rivulet along the influencer's beautiful but wholly artificial body, dripping into her internal components with a sizzling sound.

"Wh-what's g-good y'all!" Kendra stammered, her voice affected by a creeping digital distortion. "Th-this is R-real G-G-Girl Kendra heeerrreeee w-w-with her b-best g-girl L-Leandra!" Kendra's stocking-clad legs kicked in the air, her hand furiously working Leandra's pussy. "B-but f-first time viewers m-might not know, L-Llleandra is a sex-b-bot, aren't you, girl?!"

"Y-yes!" Leandra gasped, completely overwhelmed by the cascade of damage her owner was suffering, well beyond her ability to address - but even more overwhelming was Kendra's aggressive pleasuring of her during her breakdown, triggering pleasure in means wholly unfamiliar to her systems in her years of service.

"Wh-why d-don't you sh-show them!" Kendra gasped, smoke pouring from her lips.

Leandra pressed in on her abdomen, a panel sliding open to expose humming components being jostled by Kendra's forceful ministrations.

"So f-f-fucking ''hot''!" Kendra groaned, recklessly plunging her other hand into the opening.

"W-wait!" Leandra gasped, but felt paralyzed by the sensation of Kendra ''inside'' of her, the malfunctioning of her owner only heightening the situation. "K-Kendra, y-you're g-g-going to make me… m-make mmmmeeee-!"

"S-system e-error! H-heat c-c-criticalll!" Kendra moaned, sparks erupting from her panels as her hand roughly explored Leandra's internal systems, a feedback of shocks coursing between the two sexbots until electricity danced continuously over their writhing forms, each bot squealing in release as their systems overloaded in a cascading chain of failures. With a final cry of, "I l-love my s-ssexyyyyy ss-sexb-b-bot-!" Kendra's primary battery blew, leaving her abdomen a smoldering crater of wires and charred electronics.

"L-Love… y-yooou-!" Leandra squeaked, just before her own systems completely lost power, the dutiful bot wavering for a moment before slumping across her master's broken form with a contented smile on her face.

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@RealGirlKendra's lone viewer stared at the tableau in silence, allowing the apartment's cameras to cycle through several angles on his two broken bots, watching the contrails of smoke drift from their tangled embrace. Suddenly, his headset chirped. "This is Starchild Robotics, we've just detected a significant incident with two of your units. Would you like us to send out a repair team?"

"Immediately."

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Under the Influence

2025-08-29T02:55:18Z

Toastdroid: whoops

@RealGirlKendra's feed switched to her condo's multi-cam setup as the eponymous influencer stumbled through the door, propped up by her far more steady sexbot companion. "Home at last!" she announced loudly to her viewers, slipping off her sexbot's shoulder to brace herself on her console table.

The sexbot furrowed her brow at her owner. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Leandra, I will be... when we get some drinks!" Kendra laughed. Her sexbot gave one last look of concern before heading to the kitchen, providing Kendra with an enticing view of a backside just as tailor-made as her designed jeans. Kendra turned to check herself in the mirror - it had been a wild night, but she was holding up pretty well, especially for being human. With her lustrous, wavy brown hair accented in crimson, her big tits pushed up in her sleek black dress, and a beautiful face that hadn't aged a day in her years as an influencer, she could understand why people thought she was a bot herself.

She strolled down the hall slowly, giving her viewers a show as the apartment's cameras caught her slow saunter from every angle. She flung herself dramatically on the couch, noticing Leandra bent in front of the liquor cabinet, the lights from the cabinet framing her round hips in a backlit halo... "Leandra, forget the drinks - just take off those pants and come sit on my face."

From the tick of Leandra's head, Kendra could immediately tell Leandra had registered the command, but was having trouble deciding whether she should comply.

"Is that a serious request?" Leandra asked, standing with a bottle in each hand. "Or is it meant to be 'tongue-in-cheek?'"

Kendra couldn't tell if Leandra was intentionally engaging in wordplay here, but regardless the conversation was clearly spiking her processor. "God you're sexy when your CPU is pegged."

Leandra turned stiffly, an uncertain smile on her dark lips. "Th-that doesn't answer my question."

Kendra took in a deep breath, then purred, "Wriggle out of your pants and park that pussy right ''here''." She tapped her lips with her finger, then gave it a kiss, adding, "And do it ''now''." She watched Leandra return the bottles to the cabinet, then slowly unbutton her pants, gently tugging them over her wide hips, careful not to bring the black lace thong with them as she shimmied them down to her thick thighs.

Seeing her sexbot half-undressed, Kendra suddenly remembered a new toy she had been wanting to try out on her, and slumped off the couch in a motion far less sensual than her robotic companion.. Flopping on to her knees, she then stumbled to her feet and made for her bedroom. "Leandra, you have no ''idea'' what's I got for you-"

Kendra felt a sudden pressure on her shoulders, followed by Leandra's dark thighs slipping over either side of her head. "L-Leandra, what th-the fuck are you-" Leandra swung around Kendra's shoulders, crossed her legs behind Kendra's back, and pulled, bringing her pussy exactly where her master had indicated. Kendra stumbled, her arms flailing wildly, until she was tumbling backward with her sexbot locked on her face. With a shriek muffled by one of the best models of artificial sex organs on the market, Kendra crashed into the glass coffee table behind her.

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Kendra stirred, not sure how long she had been out. She was back on the couch, only this time she was spread out on Leandra's lap, staring up at the ceiling.

"Kendra, are you registering my speech?" Leandra asked.

Kendra felt strange - tingly, maybe even a bit feverish. Nothing ''hurt'', but she definitely didn't feel like her normal self. "I can hear you, if that's what you're asking in the creepiest way possible…" Kendra groaned, trying to sit up.

"Please, do not try to move," Leandra said while gently pushing down on her chest. Kendra suddenly realized she was naked aside from her panties and stockings.

"Did I ''break'' something?" Kendra asked.

"The coffee table." Leandra's hand kept dropping to her side, and Kendra could feel a curious sensation on her abdomen… ''what was Leandra doing to her?'' Against Leandra's efforts, Kendra shifted and saw a… ''hole'' in her side. Inside were wires, electronics, strange lights that were blinking in a way that felt ''significant''. The fever was coming back, the room spinning. "Leandra?" Kendra began slowly. "What. The. Fuuuuuu-" Suddenly, Kendra froze, her face catatonic, and Leandra finished a long-press at the nape of Kendra's neck.

"My apologies, Kendra - but repairing you will be easier without the added complication of your personality software."

"Rebooting," Kendra muttered, her dark brown eyes staring vacantly. A moment later, her expression changed into a lascivious smile as she saw the gorgeous figure looming above her. Her long, silken black hair accented in gold, her smooth ebony skin, her beautiful face looking down at her with such tenderness, partially obscured by a pair of tits Kendra felt compelled to latch on to.

"Hey, beautiful," Kendra said, her speech slightly slurred.

"Hello, Kendra." Leandra's hands were still busy insider of her, repairing the damaged wiring from their tumble. She had meant to start Kendra in a 'safe' mode, but it appeared the damage had put Kendra into a hybrid state between her factory sexbot setting and her programmed personality. Leandra considered switching her off entirely, but even if it were for her own good, it was simply incompatible with Leandra's own programming. "I will have you fully repaired in just a moment."

"But I feel fine now - let me show you…" Kendra sat up, kissing Leandra's breasts with a sensuality that gave the sexbot pause. Leandra loved it when her master relished in her body, and felt she had no higher purpose than to facilitate Kendra's pleasure - but there was a calculation to be made regarding Kendra's immediate gratification versus the potential damage she might ''bzzzt!'' Leandra's computation was cut short but a sudden champing at her nipple, a hand on her plump backside, giving her a squeeze that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her systems.

''K-Kendra!'' Leandra gasped, trying to steady the hand that held her owner's decoupled wiring. "P-please, if y-you will j-just give me a moment."

But Kendra only tightened her grip on her sexbot, lavishing her tits with kisses, her hand slipping behind Leandra's thong and into her pussy. Leandra's sexual response systems compelled her to express her pleasure in a gasp, in the stiffening of her nipples, in the silent activation of pumps supplying lubricant and a thin sheet of artificial sweat across her smooth, dark skin. "K-Kendra, p-please, t-try to r-restrain y-yourself…"

Kendra refused, her fingers working more vigorously, her lips suckling aggressively at her sexbot's tits until they responded with a sudden release of peaches-and-cream-flavored liquid. "K-Kendra!" Leandra gasped, her hands twitching inside of her owner, undoing much of the rewiring she had accomplished and even snapping a few more connections.

Kendra spasmed, falling away from Leandra's breasts with a groan while electricity snapped around the opening at her side. Several other ports flew open across her frame, flashing warning lights. A spurt of liquid from Leandra's swollen breast sent a creamy rivulet along the influencer's beautiful but wholly artificial body, dripping into her internal components with a sizzling sound.

"Wh-what's g-good y'all!" Kendra stammered, her voice affected by a creeping digital distortion. "Th-this is R-real G-G-Girl Kendra heeerrreeee w-w-with her b-best g-girl L-Leandra!" Kendra's stocking-clad legs kicked in the air, her hand furiously working Leandra's pussy. "B-but f-first time viewers m-might not know, L-Llleandra is a sex-b-bot, aren't you, girl?!"

"Y-yes!" Leandra gasped, completely overwhelmed by the cascade of damage her owner was suffering, well beyond her ability to address - but even more overwhelming was Kendra's aggressive pleasuring of her during her breakdown, triggering pleasure in means wholly unfamiliar to her systems in her years of service.

"Wh-why d-don't you sh-show them!" Kendra gasped, smoke pouring from her lips.

Leandra pressed in on her abdomen, a panel sliding open to expose humming components being jostled by Kendra's forceful ministrations.

"So f-f-fucking ''hot''!" Kendra groaned, recklessly plunging her other hand into the opening.

"W-wait!" Leandra gasped, but felt paralyzed by the sensation of Kendra ''inside'' of her, the malfunctioning of her owner only heightening the situation. "K-Kendra, y-you're g-g-going to make me… m-make mmmmeeee-!"

"S-system e-error! H-heat c-c-criticalll!" Kendra moaned, sparks erupting from her panels as her hand roughly explored Leandra's internal systems, a feedback of shocks coursing between the two sexbots until electricity danced continuously over their writhing forms, each bot squealing in release as their systems overloaded in a cascading chain of failures. With a final cry of, "I l-love my s-ssexyyyyy ss-sexb-b-bot-!" Kendra's primary battery blew, leaving her abdomen a smoldering crater of wires and charred electronics.

"L-Love… y-yooou-!" Leandra squeaked, just before her own systems completely lost power, the dutiful bot wavering for a moment before slumping across her master's broken form with a contented smile on her face.

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@RealGirlKendra's lone viewer stared at the tableau in silence, allowing the apartment's cameras to cycle through several angles on his two broken bots, watching the contrails of smoke drift from their tangled embrace. Suddenly, his headset chirped. "This is Starchild Robotics, we've just detected a significant incident with two of your units. Would you like us to send out a repair team?"

"Immediately."

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The Halloween Story

2025-08-29T02:11:34Z

Toastdroid: categories

I could see the excitement in Megan's face as she explained all that Sarah and her had planned for next weeks big 'Halloween Party.' "Sounds really great to me!. But I'm curious as to why you dropped off my invite? No offense Megan, but Sarah lives next door in the next set of apartments. Is she upset with me or embarassed about what happened at Nick's party a few weeks back?" I asked. Megan's smile widened a bit. "You can't read her yet Tim? No, she's not embarassed. or mad at you. She's....keeping you guessing is all I'm going to say." I shifted my weight to my left leg and rubbed my chin, considering her answer. "I know Sarah likes me. That much is pretty obvious. It's just how she keeps me, ... well,... keeps our relationship from moving forward. I'm always second guessing that's all." Megan reached out and grabbed my hand. Her grasp was soft, yet firm and warm. "Tim, you're a great guy and Sarah's is falling for you. Heck, to be honest with you. If Sarah didn't already have her eyes on you, I'd snatch you up in a heartbeat." She said, then she quickly leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. That sort of surprised me a little, being she was Sarah's best friend. That seemed a little more flirtatious than her norm with me. "Well, gotta go drop off the rest of these. See ya." Megan turned and quickly started away. "Hey, what's your costume gonna be?" I yelled out. Megan stopped and turned to face me. "Oh, something in black and probably a size too small. You wouldn't approve I'm sure." She said with a wave, then turned and hurried away.

The following week slowly dragged by. I had called Sarah three times during the week to chat, and we'd actually gone out once on Tuesday night. We talked about how she and Megan were planning the party decorations, how many people had promised to attend, and what costume I was going to wear. She wouldn't budge on her costume though. Only that it was something from the latter half of the twentieth century, something I'd hopefully recognize, and that I'd love it either way.
On the other hand Sarah told me in detail what costume Megan had chosen to wear. A very sleazy three piece French Maid costume. Sarah made me promise not to spoil Megan's surprise. Yep, that descrbes what she told me, something black and a size too small. Except she left out just how revealing it would be.

Friday evening finally arrived and the night of the costume party commenced. I of course arrived thirty minutes late thanks to some emergency road construction. Megan greeted me at the door with a smile and lots of ....skin. Man, was she a sight to behold in her French Maid costume. Her costume consisted of three pieces plus shoes. A white collar, a really short mini skirt, and a thin black piece of fabric that attached to the left side or her skirt, up over her breast, around her neck, down over her right breast and attached to the right side of her skirt. I think she enjoyed the fact that I was staring at her bare center and feminine curves. "I take it you like my choice of costumes?" She asked. I was still trying to file away the burned in image of Megan in her maid attire. "This is a Halloween costume party right? Looking at you I feel very over dressed." I told her. Megan took my hand and pulled me in to the apartment. "Well Tim, look at it this way. If you're dressed as the 'Lone Ranger' then maybe I'll be the "maid" in distress." She teased. We both shared a laugh, then I asked her. "Aren't you cold in that?" Pointing to what little cothing she had on. "Oh, I've gotten used to it. Makes me feel sexy don't ya think?" She asked with a wink. I put my gloved hand on her shoulder and looked her square in the eye. "Better calm down a bit. If Sarah hears you talk like that, things are liable to heat up for you." Megan just shrugged my sarcasm off. "Sarah's over in the kitchen I think. Have fun." She added. "Thanks." I told her. She winked and turned around and started towards a group near the hall.

I adjusted my gun holster as I made my way towards the kitchen and I waved at a few friends I knew as I worked my way around them. Sarah must have invited everyone she knew plus some. There had to be close to thirty people here. A good thing she had a big apartment.
As I entered the kitchen Sarah had her back to me and was excitedly talking to Sam and Janet, who were both dressed as Medevil Court Jesters. Sarah had her hair done up in a beehive style with a bun on top. Her dress was layers of bright shear pink, with some yellows and light oranges that came to just above her knees. I reached up and covered her eyes. "Guess who?" I asked in a deep forced voice. Sarah stiffened slightly as I covered her eyes, then took a deep breath. "Oh finally my hero has arrived! The Lone Ranger." She answered as she reached up, pulled my hands away, then turned to face me and smiled. "We'll catch you two later." Sam said as he and Janet left to mingle, allowing Sarah and I to ourselves. "I thought you'd be here sooner Tim. But I'm glad your here now." She said as she gave me a lingering hug, then pulled back to allow me full view of her costume. She did a twirl and a pose. "What am I?" She asked. I saw how she was dressed and examined her costume from the front. Her oufit draped over her left shoulder, leaving her right shoulder and arm bare. Flesh tone tights covered her legs, and she wore a simple set of strap high heels. A simple chain wrapped around her waist then up over her left shoulder. A second link hung down her left hip and to knee and back up again. From the chain on her shoulder another link wound its way up into Sarah's hair circling a bun she had styled atop her retro style hairdo. My eyes fell to Sarah's neck and to the necklace with a small retangular pendant which hung above her sternum. The number '24' was embossed on it. Sarah held her pose and smiled. "Well Mr. Ranger am I too 'advanced' for your westward ways?" She teased.
I reached up and tilted my white stetson back a little before answering. "Well I know you're number 24, and somthing from that old original Star Trek show maybe?" I answered her. Sarah's countenance brightened slightly. "Oh come on, you've almost got it! Guess what I am?" I thought hard for a moment then it came to me. I snapped my fingers and yelled it out. "Got it! You're an Allison robot that Mudd guy had built when he was on that android planet. Right?" Sarah blinked a few times then cocked her head a little to the right. Then her necklace glowed bright and emitted a tone as it blinked. "Your answer is incorrect, incorrect, incorrect. You are an illogical human." She paused. "I am Alice 24." She said in a monotone voice. Then she straightened her head and looked normal again. "Good costume huh?" She asked. "Wow Sarah. That glowing necklace trick is cool, and the way you just acted. That was hot! I'd love to watch that episode again with you and maybe act out a few things." I told her. She smiled back. "Oh, you'd like that huh?"

The party was a big success. Sarah and I had a jello shot contest, which she won of course. My tolerance for liquor isn't high. After my loss she went at it again with Carl, who has an even weaker stomach than me. Megan's boss Stephen came with his wife Sierra who wore a skimpy bikini and silk sash embroidered with 'Beauty Queen Trophy Wife' on it. I have to admit. Sierra is way too hot, and way to sexy to just be married to him for love. Gotta be either sex or money or both. Stephen and I chatted for a bit about my career in networking, and his in marketing management. Said he call me about an job offer. That's when Sarah cranked the music. Stephen excused himself to visit with Megan and I returned to hang with Sarah. We all danced, hung out, talked and had fun till the wee hours of the morning. Finally after the last taxi and everyone had left, Sarah, Megan and I began to clean up a little.

"Tim, don't worry about too much. Sarah and I will get the rest tomorrow." Megan stated. I dropped my pile of plates into the trash bag and looked over at her. she appeared slightly flushed, yet was moving pretty quickly. "Oh all right. I can come help tomorrow too if you'd both like." I offered. Megan smiled, then dropped the cup she had in her hand back onto the floor. "Uhm that was weird." She softly said. Sarah came through the doorway exiting the hall just then. "Hey, I'm not ready to stop partying just yet you two. Let's dance Rangerman." She suggested.
I steppd over to Sarah and took her hand. "Dance? I'm surprised that your both not out cold, and me doing clean up. I mean you two both hold you liquor well, it's been a little wild at points, plus look at the time. I once knew a girl who after downing a half bottle of good tequila totally past out cold at a party, then was sick for days afterwards." Sarah looked at me with a confused look, then tilted her head to right. "Your answer is illogical, illogical. Does not cumpute. I am programmed to party, to party, programmed to party." She said in her monotone voice as her necklace lit up again. Only this time it stayed on and she didn't move. "Ha ha, very funny. I'll dance if you really want." I told her as I stepped over to her. Sarah's necklace continued to glow and hum as I reached up and touched her warm cheek. "Sarah?" I asked. Suddenly confused. Her eyes moved slowly to meet mine. "Boo!. Had ya for a minute. Huh." She exclaimed. "How are you doing that?" I asked. "Doing what exactly?" Sarah asked back. "You know, the glowing pendant thing." I sighed. "Trade secret." Then she wrapped her right arm around me and pulled me a little closer and started swaying to the now soft music. I complied and we danced quietly around the room as Megan continued to straighten things up.

As the song ended Megan zipped over to us. "Hey! May I cut in please?" She asked. Sarah and I exchanged glances of approval and parted. Megan wrapped her hands around my neck and I looked into her brown eyes as a slower song started. "I've gotta pee. You two don't get too comfortable with that sloow song now." Sarah stated as she headed towards the hall. Megan rested her head on my shoulder as we slowly danced. I felt the warmth of her breath on my neck, and her body close to mine. "Finally getting tired Megan?" I asked softly. A shudder ran through her body as if she were suddenly cilled. "No." Was all she replied, and it was silent for a few moments before she spoke again. "Tim, I'm a maid in distress and I need you to save me now." I stopped our dance and looked at her as she pulled back to look at me. "What Megan? AreI. . . are you suggesting you and I leave together?" I whispered and pointed between us. She nodded in the affermative. "More than just take me home." She said as she pulled back, then cupped her breasts through what little fabric kept them hidden. "God I'm so horny Tim! I need you inside of me, I need you to fuck me." She pleaded. I felt my dick begin to stiffen in my tight pants. Maybe my mind wasn't so clear at the moment after all the drinks, jello-shots and lateness of the hour. Maybe Megan's wasn't all there either.

As the song ended and we stood there staring at each other. "Well, what's your answer?" She finally asked. "Answer to what?" Sarah asked coming back into the room. I turned to face her. Sarah had changed out of her Alice 24 costume, and had let her hair down, and now was wearing only a mens button up dress shirt that came to just above her knees. She still wore the necklace with the number 24 and the shirt was unbuttoned revealing a fair amount of her luscious cleavage.
Megan turned to Sarah as well. "Nothing. Come on Tim, we're leaving." I stood my ground and could tell something wasn't right here. "Now just a second." I said. Sarah turned to me, then to Megan. "What answer? Why are you leaving?" She asked with concern now in her voice. Megan stomped her foot down and turned to Sarah. "His answer to whether he'll fuck me or not?" She told her bluntly. Sarah's face turned to shock. "Excuse me! Have you lost all your senses? I thought he was my guy." Sarah exclaimed. I quickly stepped between the two girls and held my hands out. "Whoa! It's late, we've all had a lot to drink. Let's all be friends now ok!" I said calmly. Sarah turned to me with a look I hadn't seen before. "It's alright Tim, I won't argue with my friend,. just ask her to leave. Now!" She said then turned and headed back into the hall. I took a step to follow, then turned back to Megan. “Whoops! Megan, I’ve seen you party before but you’ve never come on so strong, so direct. How long have you felt this way about me?” I asked her. She reached up and ran a hand through her hair and smiled at me. “Oh, just since . . .since tonight. I think it’s your costume. You wear it well. Shows off your muscles. Plus it’s the whole hero thing too. But I’ve gotta tell you, I’m so hot and so wet. I almost can’t resist just attacking you here and now.” She told me. I never thought that Megan was jealous of Sarah and I, nor the fact that she had secretly lusted after me. But since the party had ended she kept eyeing me. That much I had noticed.

Sarah came back into the room carrying something small and black in her hand and went right up to Megan. “I think we need to have a private talk, just between us girls.” She said rather calmly. Megan looked down at Sarah’s hand and gasped. “What if I don’t want to talk.” She replied. “Well, we need to talk. Please come with me for a moment.” Sarah stated to her friend ."Tim, excuse us for a moment." Megan waved her arm at Sarah to brush her away. “Aren’t you hot also Sarah? It’s downright steamy in here. We both could have Tim. And what’s that for?” She said pointing at the object in Sarah’s hand. Sarah turned to me. “Tim, please excuse us for a moment.” She then grabbed Megan’s arm and pulled her towards the hall and bedrooms. “Uhm, maybe I better just go.” I said to them both. Sarah’s expression looked irritated then confused. Her costume pendant glowed and hummed. “Go? No don’t go. I’ll be right back.” She stated flatly. Her pendant ceased to blink. Megan broke free of Sarah’s grasp just then. “No, don’t go. I still need youl.” She said, looking just as irritated. I let out a little laugh. “Hey Sarah, your pendant glowed. You forgot to take it off. And you both need to relax." I said. She reached up and felt her necklace looking a little confused, then Megan quickly reached for Sarah’s other hand, grabbed the object and pulled it away from her. “Ha! Easier than I would have thought.” She yelled at Sarah who now turned back to Megan. “Wait, you don’t want to do that!” She said angrily. I tried to see exactly what the object was that Megan now held in her hand. It was smaller than cell phone, yet bigger than a remote car key. “Hey!, both of you need to settle this now.” I told them. Megan turned to me, “You’re right Tim. Time to settle this.” Megan then held the device in front of Sarah and pressed a button. “Oh shit!” Sarah cried as her pendant began to blink rapidly then after a few seconds went dark. Sarah remained still, unmoving in front of Megan and me. Megan then turned to face me and lowered her hand. A smile crept back to her face. “There. Now where were we?” I stumbled backwards a few steps and tried to process what had just transpired. “What just happened? You mean to tell me that Sarah’s really a robot? An android I mean?” I gasped out loud. Megan slowly and seductively walked towards me. “Uhm yeah! I couldn’t just let her turn me off now." I took another step back against the wall. “Megan…. are you an android too?” I asked, suddenly starting to freak out a little. “No silly. I’m just like you. A real woman with needs. A perfect female woman who's gonna rock your world.” She stated. But it was difficult to believe her now. I had heard of advancements in robotics, in fact Stephen, Megan’s boss and I had talked a little about that earlier. He had said he had a close friend who was in upper management with a robotics company, that they were delving into ultra realistic human-like androids.
Afterwards he and Megan had disappeared for a bit into one of Sarah’s rooms. My mind raced as to what I was now formulating. “Hey Megan, what did you and Stephen talk about earlier?” I blurted out. Megan stopped short of being in front of me and let out a sigh then tilted her head a little to the left. “Stephen? Oh he wanted to tell me about a problem at work that he was hoping I could help with. That’s all.” Came her reply. “Is Sierra an android too?” I blurted out. Megan’s smile returned as she answered. “Pretty obvious isn’t it? Come on now Tim, quit stalling and kiss me. Kiss me then let’s go fuck.” I cleared my throat. "But you're not an android?" She closed the distance between us and leaned up and kissed me passionately. At first I resisted her advance, then hormones began to kick in and I succumbed to her feminine wiles. Megan pulled away and reached for my hand. "I'm way better than an android." She said rather seductively.

For about five minutes Megan and I kissed and made out in passionately against the wall. Then she lead me back and into Sarah’s spare bedroom. Our clothes were off in seconds. I was too tired and a little hung over to rationalize what I was doing and with whom, but who cares. It was wild and it was great! Megan was a vixen who never tired and she knew all the right buttons to push. She had a perfect body and teased me and pleased me with it for over an hour until I toppled over exhuasted. We lay side by side flat on our backs on the bed.
“”Holy geez Meg! Are you done with me?” I asked slightly out of breath. She turned her head and reached over and caressed my face. “Still think I’m an android? I am perfect. I cannot tire.” She replied. “Yeah, you’ve said that a lot tonight. I think you’re broken or have a virus or something.” I told her as I leaned over on to my side. She looked confused for a moment. “A virus?! If I was an android I would. . . would . . run a diagnostic and virus scan on my systems. This may take a few minutes which would allow you to relax.” She said. Her head did a light twitch then she lay there motionless. “Megan?” I called to her. Nothing. She finally snapped. I rolled over and hopped off the bed, grabbed my pants and headed back out into the living room. I looked at the clock on the wall as I entered. 3:25. Crap, is it late or just damn early now? I thought to myself. I spied what I was looking for on the floor. The little black device that would hopefully turn Sarah back on. One question that I just hadn’t answered, and yet nagged at me since the whole scenario began was why the glowing pendant? I had seen Sarah out plenty of time before and that wasn’t a permanent fixture with her.

I reached down and picked it up then quickly stepped over in front of Sarah. The device only had one button, so holding it up in front of her I pushed it. Immediately Sarah’s eyes flashed a light blue behind her irises and her pendant glowed then began to blink. When it stopped she turned to me and I jumped at how fast she had moved. "Damn Sarah, you scared me! Are you alright?" I asked. "Oh thank you Tim!" She said as she gently took my hand and pulled us together for an embrace and held me tight for a second. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Where is Megan?" She said quickly, then pulled away from me. She did a double take looking to the hall and back before I could answer. "She's in the spare bedroom, running a diagnostic and virus scan hopefully." I told her. Sarah's expression hardened suddenly as she stared at me. "Over two hours?!! I've been off for over two hours. What the hell happened?" I was caught off guard by her frustration. But before I could answer she raised her hand and wiped at the air. "Wait!" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. "Tim, . . . I want to apologize for all of this. The decption, the problems with Megan, me yelling at you. What. . .I, what Megan and I actually are. I'm as sorry as I can be. Can you forgive me?" She asked calmly. I only nodded, trying to understand what I could, then gave her a smile, held out my hand, palm up with the control device. Sarah reached for my hand and took it. "Thank you." She whispered and hurried around and back down the hall.

As I entered the room close behind Sarah, Megan lay imobile on the bed. Sarah raised her arm and pointed the device, pressing the button. "How do know for sure if she's off?" I asked. She turned and handed me the device. She appeared so real. Just as I knew her to be real. From all our dates and just hanging out together. So human-like, yet she wasn't. "Keep this just in case. But to answer your question. Fifty-fifty chance. Depends on what is effecting her and what systems may have been compromised." Sarah said. Megan didn't move as we both stood there and waited. Exhuastion was starting to take hold of me and Sarah kept eyeing me, watching me carefully. I think she was just waiting for me to start the dozens of questions that were formulating in my mind.

"Well Sarah, we've been waiting for almost twenty minutes. She's out of it." I said as I pushed away from the wall that I had been leaning against and moved over to the bed, grabbed the blanket and covered Megan's naked body with it. Sarah watched my actions and raised an eyebrow in curiousity. "Well, I'm going back to my apartment to crash." I told her. She gently grabbed my arm and stopped me. "Stay here...with me." She pleaded. "Sarah! I'm beat. The whole night's finally caught up with me. If you were hoping for.." She brought her finger up to my mouth. "No. I'm thinking of your well being now. That is all I want. Stay here, lay with me and when you're ready. . . I'll answer what I can to try to explain things." Sarah stated.
I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "Lead the way fair lady. I'll say this though. Next year I'm deffinately not dressing as the hero." Sarah laughed. "OK, fair enough. I promise not to be the android." "Isn't that a contradiction? And hey, what's with the glowing pendant anyway." I asked as she lead me to her bedroom. "Probably is, but as far as the pendant, well . . you'll have to wait till tomorrow." She replied as I past her on my way to her bed.

Sarah waited for me to climb under the covers before turning off the lights. She closed the door then climbed onto the bed and under the covers next to me. Snuggling up close I could feel the warmth of her body. "Good night Sarah." I told her. "Good night Tim. Thank you again for everything." She said softly. "Will Megan be alright?" I asked with hesitation. "Yes, I believe so." Came her reply. I needed just one more answer. "Have you always known you're an android?" Sarah wrapped her arm around me. My heart skipped a beat, not knowing what to expect. "Yes, my programming has allowed me to be aware of what I am, but also to act as human as possible to avoid detection." We lay there for a few minutes in the silence. "Sarah, you mean a lot to me. Thanks." She gave my arm a gentle squeeze. I closed my eyes and brushed aside any questions that remained on my mind and allowed sleep to take over.

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Goblin Barmaid

2025-08-29T00:49:23Z

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''(Co-written with Pylon)''

Peyton found himself alone on a medieval-themed street littered with power tools and construction materials, realizing he was very much in an employees-only, under-construction, he-should-have-been-paying-more-attention-to-where-he-was-going section of the theme park. The sensible thing would be to walk back the way he came, readying an apology for missing whatever warning signage he had wandered passed to get here.

But instead, he approached the most finished building, a timber-and-stucco inn whose creaking wooden sign depicted a treasure chest brimming with gold and jewels under the words, "The Splendid Chest". ''It couldn't hurt to get a sneak-peak at the coming attraction, could it?'' Reaching for the door he muttered under his breath, "Just one quick look - and then I'm gone!"

He found the interior to be a classical medieval tavern mixed with a theme park cafeteria, all lit by electric candles, torches, and a crackling hearth at the center. A little disappointed there wasn’t more to see, he was about to leave when a door behind the bar opened, and out stepped - a goblin? He wasn't sure what else to call her. She was short with a tousle of loosely-braided honey-brown hair atop her head and long pointy ears sticking out from either side. Despite her gleaming yellow eyes and pointy teeth, she was quite cute, a few freckles spotting her smiling apple cheeks - not to mention her absolutely enormous, round breasts. These freckled green melons bounced vigorously, almost spilling out of her blouse and apron as she rounded the bar, calling out with an excited, "Welcome to The Splendid Chest! I'm Gilly, your hostess! What can I get ya?"

Peyton stared, positive this wasn’t an elaborate costume - not with those proportions. He ''had'' heard rumors of new animatronics that were light years beyond the park's existing attractions... "Oh uhm, I was just checking out the establishment." His mind raced, wondering what he could get away with. Was this a test-run? Was she remote-controlled? Was she fully autonomous? And if so, was she programmed to flirt? Smiling, he added, "I didn't expect a goblin barmaid… at least not such a cute one!"

She grinned, her ears pricking up slightly as she clasped her hands in front of her skirt, the gesture pinching her cleavage between her arms in a way that made Petyon's heart skip a beat. "Awww - you're sweet!" She sprang over to him, taking him by the hand to lead him to a table. "How about a seat right here? If you're thirsty, I could get you a mug of ale? Or maybe you'd prefer something sweeter…?"

Watching her bouncy figure, Peyton's thoughts of being caught trespassing were no longer top of mind. Far more present was him wondering whether she was a robot, or if there a human on the other end, controlling this mechanical shortstack. "Sure, I could go for a mug of ale," he said, quickly adding, "You know, I'm surprised to see a robot as advanced as you."

"Sure, one m-mug of-" she froze up, her left eye twitching slightly. "H-huh? Wh-what's that you said?" She gave a forced laugh, her chest bouncing. "I'm not a robot, silly! I'm a r-real goblin!" She blinked, staring at him with a strange grin before suddenly repeating. "I'm j-just a c-cute goblin!"

Peyton chuckled, convinced there was no one on the other end. "Of course you are…" he said with a wink, wondering just how far he could take this.

She only nodded at the affirmation and spun around. "One ale, c-coming up!" There was a faint flicker of electricity across one of her pointy ears as she ran off, though his eyes were instead drawn to the shapely curve of the bottom of her cheeks as her skirts flared up in her sudden sprint to the bar. Seconds later she emerges with a foamy mug of ale in her hand, bouncing back toward him with her ever-present grin. "One ale! Anything else I can get you, sweetie?"

Peyton grabbed the mug and took a sip, noting the 'ale' tasted a lot like the cheap canned stuff - but that was now entirely beside the point. "Oh just a few questions if you don't mind entertaining me for a bit," he said. She looked up at him, nodding enthusiastically. "So… Gilly, how do you know you're not a robot? You sound pretty confident, but… how do you ''know''?"

Gilly twitched, her eyes blinking as she stared straight ahead. "Oh, umm... w-w-well, j-just look at me!" She said, pointing up at her face. "I've got th-these c-cute, pointy ears! A r-robot wouldn't have these, would it?”

"Hmm… I suppose not. Another good test I know is that you can tell a robot by how it feels." He reached his hand toward her. "Do you mind if I feel you up just to be sure?"

"Oh yeah, go right ahead!" she says, leaning toward him. "You'll see, I'm as goblin as can be!"

"I'll be the judge of that," he replied, drawing his hand across her soft cheek as it flushed slightly at his touch. He was surprised at the subtlety of the response, the warmth and softness of the material, and noticed her cheeks grew even rosier when he finished with a pinch before moving up to her ears.

"S-see?" she said as he ran his fingers along her ear’s length, it twitching slightly under his caress, her giving a slight giggle. "Th-they're sensitive, though…" As his fingers left her ear's pointed tip, he dropped his hand to the top of her abundant breasts, watching her closely as he squeezed her ripe cleavage..

She froze, a panel springing open on top of her breasts, lights flashing within. "S-see?" she stammered, looking uncertain. "T-totally r-real!" Her head trembled as he plunged his hand between her green tits, relishing in their soft, plush feel, teasing them until he saw her nipples stiffening through the fabric of her apron. "N-n-nnnot a r-ro-robot-bot!" she stammered, her eyes looking astray as electricity crackled over her freckled face.

Peyton withdrew his hand, but knew this experiment was far from over. "You certainly feel very real, but I'm still not convinced. This park would never make an anatomically correct robot… so to be sure, I think you should take off that cute little barmaid outfit." He actually ''didn't'' expect to see her equipped with genitalia, but her engineers had seen fit to give her nipples that reacted when fondled…

Her ears twitched and sparked, the lights in her chest blinking faster. He wondered what conflicts his questioning was raising, and whether her processors were even capable of responding to such a request. Finally, she shook her head, breaking from her stunned loop. "Oh, s-sure! Y-you'll s-see that I'm alllll g-g-goblin!" She shrugged off her apron and blouse, her tits springing from their restraint as she let her top fall to her waist. Her nipples were still firm from his fondling, sticking out from darker green areolas. With a bit of straining and a wiggle of her hips, she forced her blouse, apron, and skirt down to her ankles, revealing big hips and thick thighs clenched just below her fully modeled smooth green sex. "S-see?" she said, gesturing across her short, curvy body. "A-all g-goblin!"

Peyton nodded, taking a moment to admire the attention to detail in her construction. Framing this all as an attempt for her to prove her 'realness' seemed to be overriding whatever family-friendly safeguards were in place, so he decided to continue on the same tack. "You definitely ''look'' real, but what do you know about sex?"

The robotic goblin barmaid blinked, her face caught in a distracted, lopsided grin.

Peyton continued. "As we all know, robots can't have sex, so this is an easy way to prove you're not a robot," underscoring his intent by unbuttoning his pants.

The lights in her chest flickered as she processed his statement, her ears twitching, her bright yellow eyes staring vacantly ahead. "Oh, uhhh - of c-c-course!" she says, stepping out the uniform pooled at her feet and stumbling toward him, her head buzzing with energy. "After alllll, I'm n-not a ro-robot!"

"That's the spirit," he replied, pulling his trousers down and patting his lap. "Now get up here and have a seat - I'm sure you know what to do next because you're ''definitely'' not some fake theme-park fembot, right?" Reaching out, he gave her bare breast a squeeze.

Gilly gasped, the light within her chest turning red. She pulled herself on to the bench and then on to his lap, taking a moment to align herself with his fully engorged cock. "N-not a f-f-fake fembot-bot!" she insisted, lowering herself until she took in just the tip of him, her yellow eyes flaring wide, her sharp-toothed little mouth falling open. "R-real g-g-goblin!" she squeaked, sparks bursting from her long ears.

"So prove it!"

"Uh-huh!" As he placed his hands upon her broad hips, she slowly brought her body down on to him with a high-pitched squeal, his every inch seeming to produce more sparks from her now-smoking ears. Her plump cheeks finally squished against his hips as she let out a shuddering groan, her eyes rolling back. Her small body shivered in his grip while he squeezed her ripe breasts in his palms, teasing her nipples until a sudden spurt of white fluid escaped their stiff tips. She struggled to pull herself up along his member, accelerating slowly while the electricity crackling across her panting face grew. He gripped her round backside and slid her down his length swiftly, her yellow eyes briefly flaring red with exclamation points for pupils, warning of some internal error. "S-see, n-nnot a robot!" she grunted, her curvy body bouncing faster now as smoke and sparks escaped through her chest-panel. "Am a g-g-goblin! lin! linnnnn!"

"Unf… now prove it by going as fast as you can!" he said, still encouraging her with his own thrusts before leaning down to wrap his lips around one of her spurting nipples, suckling sharply on her green tit. She let out a cry, her breast quivering, some machinery chuffing as it pumped a sweet milky cream into his mouth. "S-something t-to go with your a-ale?!" she squeaked, her other breast swelling slightly, trembling as liquid was flung from its nipple with every bounce. Her plastic pussy hugged his shaft as she bounced up and down, sparks flowing from her flopping ears every time he drove deep into the goblin-bot's midsection. A final slap of her cheeks sent him over the edge and he unloaded a torrent inside her, the combination of her own seed flooding her sex and his contribution building a pressure inside her that triggered audible alarms throughout her little body. "E-error! P-p-pressure b-building!" she groaned, her pussy forming too tight a seal around him as her insides flooded with coolant, lubricant, a backflow of milk from her untapped breast and his own eruption.

At the sound of the alarms and concern this animatronic goblin was about to explode in his lap, Peyton came to his senses and pulled her off his member. The goblin barmaid popped free, her body quivering in his hands as her systems slowly recovered from the immediate threat. He sat her down on the floor in a steamy puddle, her expression dazed as she swayed back and forth, her eyes struggling to focus as a few final spurts escaped her swollen breasts. "D-definitely not a ro-robot," she sighed, electricity crackling around her sagging ears.

"Haaah… Wow… Yeah I guess you passed all the… haaah… tests." he replied, still catching his breath, impressed with everything this animatronic had to offer. He reached over to take a swig of ale, then glanced down at the still-recovering bot. "Hey - how about a celebratory drink since you proved you're not a robot?"

Gilly took the mug, it seeming huge in her little hands, staring at the amber liquid. Something seems to be warning her that this would not be good for her systems, her face looking uncertain, her ears twitching amid the sparks. But when she caught Peyton's wink, she immediately grinned and looked back at foamy liquid with enthusiasm. "D-d-down the h-hatch!" she cheered, tilting it back and dumping its contents into her mouth, liquid spilling down her chin and splashing across her tits, the liquid spattering into her open panel. She set the mug on the table with a satisfied, "Ahhhh!", as sparks once again began firing from her chest. Electricity arced across her face, snapping around her ears, smoke beginning to seep out from them, from her grinning mouth, and from her exposed panel. "S-see! J-j-just a g-g-goblin bar-bar-barmaid!" she asserted, her head shuddering intensely while her eyes flashed again in warning, alarms ringing from her curvy body. "Wh-why are y-you sc-scooting away?" she asked, something inside her sizzling. "J-just a gob-gob-goblin bar-barmaid! What c-can I get ya? N-nnnnot a ro-robot!"

Smoke gushed from her, the ale dripping through her damaged systems, triggering multiple internal electrical fires. She rose shakily to her feet and began stumbling towards the kitchen, her curves jiggling amidst a shroud of smoke and electricity, calling out, "I think-think-think I m-m-might n-need a b-b-break. A b-break! B-reak-break repair error c-cannot sh-shut down crit-critical failure error g-g-goblin barmaid unit criticalllll-"

A moment later the cute little bot's head blew apart, her nude body teetering to the left and right before it fell to the ground with a quiet thud, a final blast from her sparking neck sending one last jiggle through her curves.

Surveying the ruined bot with growing clarity, Peyton furrowed his brow at the damage done, realizing he was now in for far more than simple trespassing. He quickly pulled up his trousers while simultaneously banging out a text to his friends that he had to leave the park early, when he heard the door to the kitchen open again. Stepping up to the bar was a gorgeous elven maiden, her shimmering silver hair in elaborate braids, her succulent obsidian cleavage displayed in the frills of a lacy, floral bodice. "Oh - I did not realize we had a customer!" she said in an apologetic tone. "Would you like to see what we have on offer?"

Any concerns about being caught again faded from his mind. He pocketed his phone and approached the bar, giving the elven barmaid a wink.

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In the context of robot fetishism, '''photo manipulation''' refers to the act of altering a picture, photographed, drawn or otherwise, into an expression of the fetish, i.e. female-presenting robots. See the [[Photo manipulation workshop|photo manipulation workshop]].

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CLAIRE 33

2025-08-18T00:22:11Z

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FEMALE SIMULANT ROBOT UNIT DES: CLAIRE 33
NARRATIVE MEMORY FILE - #426910.4
WARNING – ONLY TO BE USED FOR REFERENCE PURPOSES. REFER TO CPU LOG FOR FULL SYSTEM DATA LOGS. 
STARTUP……… 
SYSTEM INITIALISING
POWER ON TO CENTRAL BUS
AUDIO ON
OPTICS ON
SENSOR GRID ON
MOTOR CONTROL STABILISED
AI BOOTING
SYSTEMS TEST SUCCESSFUL
BOOTING AI

My mind abruptly switches on. From nothing I am now alive, thinking, feeling, seeing, and hearing; the even toned voice is mine although I have nothing to say for myself. A view lights up in front of the scrolling start-up messages in my vision. I feel my electronic body come alive piece by piece. I sense my stone-cold synthetic skin and body respond automatically by raising goose bumps on my arms neck and chest, the only areas with detailed simulation hardware. My nipples stiffen against the cloth of my tunic and I feel my posture and clothes for the first time, the new data jamming my processors with sensor backlogs as I digest sensations, file and log for constant update.

I stand stiffly with my arms slightly bent forwards, fingers splayed, eyes staring and lips slightly parted. I feel my weight evenly through my feet, balanced and still, frozen in my pose like a giant doll, helpless and passive. I feel the light brush of cloth and fingertips across my chest, as my tunic is fastened over my exposed control panel.

Another second and I will be fully active, free to move and speak, ready to carry out my tasks. I wait stiffly for freedom, patient as inside my motionless body a myriad of complex systems race to be ready to support and control my functions. I am aware that I have undergone this start-up process many times; my body has logged twenty-seven hours sixteen minutes and twelve seconds of run-time during testing and calibration. This is the first experience I have as me; my personality programming has been added as the final detail of my production process, completing the customer’s specifications in every way.

In front of my fixed gaze I see a woman’s face moving close to mine. Her dark brown eyes are cast down to my chest as I hear her snap the poppers together in her fingers one by one. The movements of her slender fingers come just into my view as she fastens the crisp white cloth over my bare controls. She is slender featured with thick dark hair pulled back and deep brown eyes. I see the tiny lines in her face, several small moles and free wisps of her hair drifting across her features. I feel her warm breath on my neck. She looks kind but brisk and overworked; I estimate very early thirties from her features. She is pretty. I surmise that it is this woman who has activated me.

She steps back and turns to a companion out of my field of view. I see that she is dressed in a crisp fitted white tunic and trousers. The purple trim and badge identify her as a ward sister. I hope she will be my controller.

AUDIO FEED (u/k): “Thanks Joe, I’ll register her up at the ward and forward the paperwork this afternoon. Are you okay with that?”

“Sure Miss. I know where to find you! Take care now.”

“Bye Joe, thanks.”

ALL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONING NORMALLY
CONTROL LOCK RELEASED
CONTROL PASSED TO AI

My status alert bleeps loudly as I fill my breathing cavity with a deep gasp and step forward to keep my balance as motor control is suddenly released to me. My head twitches once and twice and I struggle to speak while my sluggish control processor maxes out under the sudden load. My jaw moves uselessly as the sister steadies me with a gentle hand on my arm.

AUDIO FEED (u/k): “Easy there Claire. Are you okay?”

AUDIO OUTPUT: I… I’m sorry ma’am. I’m okay now. I’m fully functional, please give me your instructions.”

The sister holds my arm for a second more as she looks closely into my eyes and smiles gently. She gestures me to follow along the white corridor towards an elevator.

END OF SEGMENT- #426910.4

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FEMALE SIMULANT ROBOT UNIT DES: CLAIRE 33
NARRATIVE MEMORY FILE - #427002.0
WARNING – ONLY TO BE USED FOR REFERENCE PURPOSES. REFER TO CPU LOG FOR FULL SYSTEM DATA LOGS.

I am standing with the Ward Sister in a room off the main Ward corridor.

AUDIO FEED (u/k): “It’ll take you a while to find your feet Claire. It’s difficult as a new unit until you have assembled an experience base to supplement your programming. Firstly please call me Sophie; we try to keep up a friendly and natural atmosphere on my ward. You’re assigned to me for the time being, I run all the nurses on Charlie Ward and I’ll introduce you soon.”

The sister – Sophie – sits at a desk near the door as she speaks to me, naturally and warmly, leaving me free to react without commands. I stand straight in the middle of the room; with much of my assets tied up in assimilating my new surroundings and situation I cannot release resources to converse naturally at this stage. I am pleased that this woman is responsible for integrating me into the Ward. I decide to indicate this in a natural manner and, on my own initiative, initiate a smile from my social gesture repository. Sophie smiles back over her shoulder before turning back to her terminal.

AUDIO FEED (Sophie): “Good. You will stay here for your first weeks before you’re ready for full employment. Initially you will be on non-critical duties and will be subordinate to the other nursing units. At this stage of your development you are bound to experience errors on a regular basis and even occasional malfunctions, the others will correct these for you when they have to. You must ensure I clear and rectify all software problems for you as quickly as possible here in the rest room, where you will be serviced between shifts. There is a Hospital maintenance team but we try to avoid calling them out. I prefer to develop my units “in house” to preserve AI character. The crash team will respond in a crisis but will simply re-load you, undoing a lot of progress so it’s better to anticipate any problems.”

As I listen I look around and take in my surroundings. The room is plain with white walls and floor. There are two work desks, Sophie at one, the other empty, against the wall beside the open door. I see a nurse, dressed as I am, pass by outside, too quickly to get a proper view. She is blond and walking briskly with a tray of equipment in her hands. The centre of the room is occupied with a large plastic coated table and another low table is at one end of the room with a small cluster of chairs. The other end of the room and the whole length opposite the door is lined with a narrow elbow height metal shelf and I count seven utility terminals spaced along the wall above. There is little else in the room other than a few hospital accessories, a few magazines and some small tools and cables on the work surfaces.

Sophie finishes at her terminal quickly and returns to me. She takes my elbow to guide me to the side of the room.

AUDIO FEED (Sophie): “Claire, I’ll load the Hospital protocols and our software package this morning and set you up so you are ready to go after lunch.”

Sophie reaches towards my tunic front as I stand passively. A nurse enters the room from the ward. She has a flustered expression and appears in a hurry. Her shoulder length blond pony tails flick out as she rushes around the table to face the Ward Sister

AUDIO FEED (u/k): “Sophie! Can you hook me up please, quickly!”

AUDIO FEED (Sophie): “You’re early, Kate. Same problem again?”

The blond nurse unit – Kate - grasps the collar of her tunic in both hands and pulls, jerking open the poppers apart from top to bottom. She draws back the fastenings towards her hips to reveal her torso from cleavage to navel. Her body is a detailed replica of a young woman’s. I see small hairs and freckles on her fresh firm skin and see the soft swelling towards the sides of her small breasts, still under the white fabric. I would not recognize Kate as an android were it not for the open architecture of her control interface. Set flush into her abdomen this provides interfaces for linkup and recharging, a small status display and the control switches and buttons for direct systems interaction. She arches back to present her exposed services to Sophie with a desperate air, her back against the wall, both elbows resting on the long shelf and with one of the terminals at her side.

AUDIO FEED (Kate): “Sophie quickly! I thought you had reprogrammed my power management system, you said the problem was – POWER WARNING RESERVE POWER CRITICAL – you said the problem was battery interface software and I needn’t be repaired. I’m down to nothing I need….”

Sophie shushes Kate with a finger on her lips. I see a red indicator blinking on Kate’s display as Sophie bends down to view the screen, tapping commands directly into the nurse’s controls.

AUDIO FEED (Kate): “…hardware diagnostics and maintenance. I will have to – PROGRAMMING INPUT TO PM PROTOCOL AREA 44D/996 LINE 554322900. APPLY. PROGRAMMING INPUT TO PM PROTOCOL AREA 44D/996 LINE 554467800. APPLY. PROGRAMMING INPUT TO PM PROTOCOL AREA 44D/996 LINE 5544655700. APPLY. PROGRAMMING INPUT TO PM PROTOCOL AREA 44D/996 LINE 554775900. APPLY. Sophie, I’ll have to go to the maint - PROGRAMMING INPUT TO PM PROTOCOL AREA 44D/996 LINE 554339800. APPLY. – enancebay and have my power system replaced.”

Sophie finishes at Kate’s controls and leaves her standing, still with her tunic open, against the wall while she crosses the room to fetch a driver and a cable from her desk and returns.

AUDIO FEED (Sophie): “Don’t worry, you’re diagnostics were clear. I’ll have another look and adjust the draw settings a bit more to extend your duration. Here, I’ll just open you up…”

AUDIO FEED (Kate): “Sophie, please don’t. I do need maintenance; and I really need power now. Right now please! I can get – WARNING BATTERY EXHAUSED. SHUTDOWN WARNING.- down to maintenance this afternoon and file a malfunction. I’m sure that – SHUTDOWN WARNING – i’m sure that – SUTDOWN OVERIDE – I’m sure that I can be fixed easily in a few days. I’m running out of power Sophie, please… I should have shut down… what are you doing?”

Kate looks down at Sophie’s midriff as she unfastens the tamperlocks on her abdominal panel with the driver. She spins out the four screws with a whirr and places them by the nurse’s elbow then peers into her body to manipulate some delicate looking wiring with the tips of her fingers. She plugs the cable in deep inside Kate’s robotic body and connects her to the utility panel on the wall.

AUDIO FEED (Sophie): “Kate, I’ve overridden your auto power down to monitor your power failure. The battery decay curve will show up a hardware problem and I don’t want you going downstairs unless you have to…”

AUDIO FEED (Kate): “But Sophie, I should have shut down by now. I don’t understand… I’ve got no power… I’ve got to be… I’m having some system errors, Sophie. Sophie my systems are failing what should I do? You overrode my low power cut-off, now my systems are starting to fail! I don’t have the… I don’t have the… I don’t have the…- MALFUNCTION. I don’t have the… I don’t have the… I don’t have the…- MALFUNCTION. SERVO FAILURE. Sophie, I don’t have power to move, I can’t move Sophie! I’m programmed to auto cut-off; I’m experiencing multiple errors. I have several critical errors, multiple system errors, Sophie. I can’t maintain… maintain… maint… maint – MALFUNCTION MALFUNCTION MALFUNCTION MAALFURNSHIOON MAAALFURRNCSHIOOOON MAAAAAAAAALLLLL……….MUUUuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Kate’s power slowly fades from the dying batteries powering her internal components. Her speech becomes incoherent as her programming fails and her body stiffens and freezes in place as system after system gradually sinks below critical functionality and goes offline. Her malfunction warning repeats over and over slowing and gradually deepening as all signs of expression fade from her face and her head sinks slowly to one side. Last to stop moving are her lips as the warning fades from a word to a monotone waning burr and then silence. She stands silent and still for a minute, Sophie still monitoring the terminal at her side, until at last the red light on her exposed panel blinks out and stays dull. She is fully powered down.

I note with interest the effects of this malfunction on a unit that I recognize from the designation printed on her interface to be the same model as myself. My system applies a degree of empathy and I experience sympathy for the first time. I hope that she is fully operational soon.

END OF SEGMENT- #427002.0

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FEMALE SIMULANT ROBOT UNIT DES: CLAIRE 33
NARRATIVE MEMORY FILE – 427382.6
WARNING – ONLY TO BE USED FOR REFERENCE PURPOSES. REFER TO CPU LOG FOR FULL SYSTEM DATA LOGS.

I am standing next to Kate at the servicing bar. I stand at attention with my elbows on the bar for stability as I am programmed to, my wrists hanging limp, my eyes fixed forward, my tunic once again hanging open. My face shows no expression and all servos are offline although I am still otherwise fully functional. In the small mirror over Sophie’s desk I can see the contrast between Kate’s slack jawed and vacant face, tilted over and forwards and my own neutral posture. Another nursing unit is positioned at the edge of my vision. She is, as am I, interfaced with the nearest utility panel. She is receiving automatic updates and a battery charge. I am being configured for use by Sophie as she works with her back to me at her terminal.

I have fragmented recollection of the last hours due to long periods of software installation. I have been restarted four times and register 17 additional applications for which Sophie has expanded my memory with an additional data card:

Hospital Protocols v.3.11
Hospital Android Interface v 6.0
Hospital Patient Charter
Medical Software Update No 5543
Nursing Procedures Package – Human Simulant Machinery v 2.1
Human Interaction Protocols v 2.0
Adobe Android Personality Enhancement (Female – 52)
Hall Systems Diagnostic Toolset v7.21
Hreftech Peripheral Systems Drivers v 3.2
Hreftech Enhanced Peripheral Systems Drivers v 3.2
Robobabe Enhanced Social Protocol Set
Hospital Staff Identity Set v 17.5
Ongoing Patient Situational Status
Surgical Direct Interface Driver
Mobile Direct Interface Driver
Slutbot v 6.0
Hospital Emergency Procedures Protocol v 3.0

A muscular female in grey overalls enters the room and speaks to Sophie.

AUDIO FEED: NOT RECORDED IN SERVICING MODE – KEYWORD SURVEILANCE ONLY

After a brief conversation Sophie indicates Kate and the unknown female leaves to return with a hard steel wheelchair. She roughly disconnects the cable from Kate’s internals, catching a cluster of the delicate internal wiring in the process to hang loosely out of the open cavity in her stomach. She grasps the inert android’s arms and heaves her away from the wall and against the chair without apparent effort. Moving behind her, directly into my field of view the big woman pushes down hard on Kate’s shoulders and her joints collapse as she drops like a sack into the chair. My audio feed registers the grinding sound, as her servos are forced round; she will require re-calibrating before further use.

Kate’s open interface panel, hanging open down from its housing, bounces up and back on impact and she now sits, vacant faced, like a rag doll. Her head lolls back and her arms hang down, still held bent out at the elbows from her standing pose. The big woman reaches over to twitch her white tunic closed over the freshly exposed breast but fails to cover any more of the soft pink curve than the hard little nipple itself. Satisfied she turns to Sophie for a last word.

As she stands in front of me I can read the round blue patch on the woman’s arm: “Hospital Technical Support”. She has a handsome but forbidding face and a tall, strong looking figure. Close in front of me I can see her clearly and some of my new social protocols allow me to appreciate the attractiveness of her features, clear dusky skin and grey eyes. However I am now programmed with the information that as a technical support operative she is a class three robot, the lowest level of simulation to be a true android. Beneath her overalls I imagine there is only metal and plastic, wires and circuits inside a machine’s hard casing. She cannot interact on the level that I, as a class two, can with human patients.

The tech support op wheels Kate to the door, her gaping tunic leaving her chest and the soft inside curves of her vulnerable breasts exposed to the world. Her panel hanging open displays the wiring and electronics of her robotic self to all she will pass. As she is wheeled through the door her upturned wrist catches on the frame pulling her body to one side and making her loose panel bounce. She is pushed on regardless out of sight.

Sophie stands in front of me speaking to me as I stare ahead. She looks sad. She reaches down to my interface panel…

CLOSING AI
UPDATING REBOOT CACHE
POWERING DOWN 
OFFLINE IN…3…2…1

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Childminder

2025-08-17T23:36:48Z

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I stopped fiddling with my bow tie and took the ear-set that Helen thrust towards me from the bedroom door, “It’s Richard, for you…” She gave me a stern look, as she made urgent babysitting motions with her arms; still half dressed it made her breasts jiggle heavily behind the loose black satin of her evening dress. She turned and, with the ‘phone clamped to my lobe, I fastened her back slowly, hook by hook up her bare spine.

“Rich, hi! Hows it going?”

“Good thanks, I’ve just sent Verity off to your place, she should be there in five…” I jerked up a thumb to my lovely wife, looking back over her shoulder. She made a “phew” face while I finished hooking. Rich is a great friend but a born playboy, still a bachelor at forty and loving it. While I’d trust him with my life, relying on him to remember to supply his house-girl to baby-sit my kid is nerve wracking!

“Thought you’d call to bail on us there, mate!”

“Me? No way! I know Helen loves these Christmas charity dos you hate so much… No. Reason I’m calling is, well… I’d like a bit of a favour off you. When you get back could you have a look at Verity; the thing is she’s had some run-time errors on third tier purples or something and I’d hate to call the techs out for something trivial…”

Although Rich works for the same cybernetics firm as I do he’s got no clue about robots. He’s a kind of chief artist in residence; he captures the elusive quality of soft human beauty in drafted curves and lines from which the dermal designers can build the plastic and silicone reality. The days of stern Robo-Helgas has gone thanks to guys like Rich, and his success has got him onto the board with me, but he couldn’t re-program a toaster if he tried.

“Sure thing, I’ll send her back round about midnight, right as rain, that’s supposing its her peripherals that you’re trying to say! I ‘spect you forgot to press a button or something! Got go now, thanks for the loan, bye.”

Helen took the ‘phone from me as I hung up and placed it down on the bathroom counter. Pressing herself close, she pulled my fumbled tie apart and started from scratch. I could feel the complex fastenings of her suspenders dig through the dress and glimpsed a flash of black lace and white thigh through the high slit. She was stunning dressed up for these formal dos.

“What did he want?”

“Oh, no problem, just wants me to check out something with Verity later…”

“Is there a problem? Do you think we should leave Josh…?”

“Helen, don’t be silly. Verity’s model is as bombproof as they come, it’s a third tier cosmetic thing that you probably wouldn’t even notice. She’ll be fine. Anyway, Josh is in bed and at least he knows Verity, you wouldn’t want some stranger would you, even if we could get a babysitter in the next five minutes!”

“I’m just never comfortable leaving him with that robot…”

“Don’t be silly darling, she’s much more reliable than a person and I do know what I’m talking about.”

Helen is Josh’s stepmother but is fiercely protective of him since his mother died (we were separated long before then – Josh joined Helen and I at three, just a couple of years back.) My tie done I kissed her quickly and ushered her out, slipping my jacket on as we went downstairs. In the hall I helped her into a heavy winter coat over the flimsy dress and, just as we were ready to go, the door chimed.

Verity is a very cute girl of indeterminate age from sixteen to twenty. She’s quite bubbly and hangs around Rich’s place as somewhere between a housekeeper, au pair, daughter and I guess, girlfriend. She carries out all the chores but otherwise seems to be allowed to join in whatever’s going on. She comes over often, either with Rich or to baby-sit and I took the precaution in investing in the appropriate software package for that job, doubting if Rich had any need. She bounced in as I opened the door, shrugging off her coat to leave her in ordinary looking jeans and sweater.

“Hi, Mr Astor, Mrs Astor, good to see you!”

“Hi, Verity, right on time! Thanks for coming. You know where everything is and Josh is in bed so you should have a pretty easy time of it. We’ll be back at about half eleven, anything else you need?”

“No, I’ll be fine Mr Astor, you two have a great time!”

I motioned Helen out towards the car and turned back from the doorway behind her, “Verity, command word: childminder.”

She tilted her head in the classic android fashion for a tiny moment as she loaded the settings required then beamed a youthful smile, “childminder set, bye Mr A!”

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The snow was driving in flurries all the way back and we huddled from the car to the door and let ourselves in a rush. Helen was giggling after several glasses of Champaign and I had to half wrestle her out of her coat.

“Hi Mr and Mrs A, I hope you had a nice night? Josh is fine and slept through without even noticing you were away so no problems here.”

“Had a great time thanks Verity. Helen, why don’t you run on up, I promised to look over Verity for Richard.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a hand honey?” Helen placed her manicured fingers delicately on Verity’s shoulder and gave me a smouldering look.
“Babe, I think we should have a little privacy. Verity, I’ll have to open you up briefly, would you come into my study please.” Helen pulled a face and went upstairs calling out for me not to be too long. She could fancy a pretty girl but had never shared my fascination with robots, the idea of removing panels to program and adjust the systems inside never failed to discomfort her.

Inside my shabby but well equipped study I sat at the workstation and pulled up schematics for the T Series domestic, Verity’s model.

“Verity, would you take off your jumper and jeans and sit over on the sofa please. I’ll open up your main panel in a moment, do you ever remember anyone doing that before?”

“Umm, no Mr Astor”, she pulled the top up to leave only a very thin pink camisole that left little to my imagination.

“Right, best keep it that way then. Verity, command word: maintenance. Retain all memory logs from now onwards in new file – maint1.”

I stood over her as she sat on my sofa, her head cocked for several moments as she re-directed her system logs. When she confirmed the change I gave the coded command to unseal her abdominal panel which drew itself in, seemingly from nowhere, as the internal sealer travelled around its rectangular course leaving a clear seam on her previously flawless skin. When the seam was complete I pressed gently to pop the top of the thick panel free and swung it aside on the bundle of cables to hang like an open door into Verity’s body.

The young woman’s eyes followed the seam forming in her body, then went wide as I opened her up. “Mr Astor, I can see right inside me! Oh God, I feel so weird!” I put a restraining hand on her chest and pushed her back, “Verity, try not to move. This is perfectly safe but your internals are very delicate, just sit still while I check you over.”

I hooked her up and ran some targeted diagnostics to track down the problem. Knowing Rich, it would be some off the shelf software not set up properly. As the programs ran I watched Verity sitting pertly on the sofa. She sat still as I told her, still staring wide eyed with wonder at her own robotics, hands resting gently on her smooth thighs, her arms framing the open panel, its cover swinging to one side. As my PC rummaged through her system she exhibited classic random movements, her human motions interrupted by momentary freeze ups, twitches and little jerks. Her speech also was glitchy as well as interrupted by the tiny beeps from inside her.

“I can feel th…i…i...ings happening Mr A… A… A… Astor. I feel strange, I don’t kn beep know what to… twitch …to feel.”

After examining the results so far, I knelt down and probed into Verity’s stomach, checking connections and components.

“I feel strange Mr Astor. I can feel you… you… you… twitch oh! Feel you inside me. I’m just a machine, you… twich …you can take me apart. Are you going to reprogram… freeze …me? Are you going to turn me off? I feel so… twitch bleep …so helpless, so… twitch …so in your control. I… beep …I feel so robotic, I normally feel… feel… feel… freeze …feel so human! What are you going to do to me?”

With each little twitch of her upper body she pushed against the sofa back and after a minute her top was stretched tight over her pert little tits, the straps falling aside. Finishing my inspection I put my hand on her shoulder to calm her down as the diagnostic tools finished off their job, admiring the hard little nipples that had risen since I opened her up.

“Relax Verity, you’re fine. Try and be calm and don’t talk.”

I checked out the final results. As I suspected there was a set of drivers that weren’t configured properly for her set-up: simple calibration job.

“Verity, move carefully and take off your knickers please.” She slipped them carefully down her legs then rested back to sit on her ankles, showing off a perfect little pink snatch below a close cropped patch of pubic hair. She was a beautiful little ‘bot!

I hit the calibration button on my machine and knelt down again, “Verity, try not to move at all.” I gently touched her pussy lips and slipped a single finger between their folds, noting a degree of warm wetness inside.

“Mr Astor, I’m sorry but I’m not programmed for sex.”

“Oh Verity, I rather think you are! Just not very well, that’s the problem.”

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As I probed the folds with one finger I watched the sensor readings fed down the link to my workstation and used my free hand to enter the adjustments required manually into Verity’s internal controls. Her eyes grew wider and wider as each zone was calibrated until I eventually reached the little pink bud of her clitoris. I could feel her little body vibrating under my hands as I flicked my finger over its glistening wet surface.

“Mr Astor! I’m loading new software, do you want me to execute?”

“Go ahead Verity, looks like your sensor drivers are set up right now…”

“OH GOD! Mr Astor! Oh OHHH!! Grrrrrrr oh oh oh oh FUCK!! Fuck me, Mr Astor, please oh my God YES!”

The little android girl convulsed on my sofa gripped by her first orgasm, now that I had straightened out her settings so she could make sense of the signals from her sexual organs. From my viewpoint knelt in front of her I had an unrivalled view of the contractions of her artificial pink vagina, dripping with wet juices from her internal reservoirs. She flung her arms back, then pressed her hands against her pelvis as she stared at her groin and open abdomen, then turned her wide eyes to me.

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“What happened?”

“You came, Verity. I suggest you get used to it, it’s supposed to be fun.”

“It was amazing, will you have sex with me please? I want to do it again”

I began closing the pretty blonde girl up again as we spoke. Petty though she was it had been a long day and I had a beautiful wife waiting upstairs. You can get used to fembots after enough time and, after all, she did belong to a friend. I contented myself with a lingering kiss and a good feel of those, still rock hard, nipples before I told her to get dressed.

“Verity, command word: maintenance. Delete file maint1 and restore factory log settings.”

This took her several frozen seconds to do, I guess ad-hoc servicing had degraded her system a little. She came to with a start.

“Oh Mr Astor, have you finished with me?”

“Yup, you’re all fixed Verity. You should get on home to Richard, I think he may have a surprise for you…”

“Ooo! Well, thank you very very much! Richard is rubbish with technology!”

“Verity, it was a pleasure; any time, really, any time.”

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Helen was reading in bed when I went upstairs, she put the luminous panel down and killed the display, snuggling down under the covers.

“So you’ve fixed that robot of Richard’s then?”

“Yeah, no problem. Rich had her sex drivers set up all wrong, kinky bastard!”, I sat beside her on the big bed.

“So he’s shagging a robot then, just great! I just can’t understand why people can’t see the difference between an appliance and a person.”

“Give him some credit, he’s a smart guy…”, I pulled the covers down over my wife’s naked body, her full breasts were spread across her chest but firm enough to hold a good shape as she lay there on her back. A grown woman rather than the young girl I’d just worked on”

“It just gives me the creeps, people don’t seem to be able to tell the difference anymore; or even care,” her words slurred slightly after the evening’s drinks.

“Helen, command word: bedtime. I think you get a bit over excited about the whole thing dear, I mean what does it matter so long as he’s happy?”

A familiar rectangle below Helen’s ample bosom sank into her prostate body with a click and slid upwards, the opening mechanisms hidden deep behind the plastic ribs and soft silicone padded flesh. Her daily servicing panel sat underneath, deep inside her lower chest and glowing dully. As her body opened for me she straightened her natural posture to lie straight out on her back with her arms at her side, only her head remaining animated. She accepted the command without pause or acknowledgement of any kind.

“Oh honestly, how can he be happy? He needs to find a real person to be with, how can he have what we have when he’s with that fake teenager? You can’t have a relationship; you can’t have give and take; if the guy can program the girl to be whatever he wants, or just turn her off whenever? Its sick!” The slur had vanished from her voice as the simulated effect of alcohol was terminated. She didn’t appear to notice.

“Hmmm, perhaps he doesn’t want give and take.” I smiled wryly, thinking back to the stormy times with the mother of my child. Whilst Helen would never give me another she would be the perfect mother to the one I had, the perfect wife too. I studied her displayed stats: power – very low now, system check – okay, damage – nothing serious, error log – minor stuff. She had flushed out her food and drink reservoir before she went to bed and replenished her fluids, acts so like human ablutions that she was easily programmed to accept them into her routine. She was functioning fine; her next service would pick up this little stuff in good time. I reached under the bed and pulled up the power cord to plug into the socket inside her open panel, no need to re-program tonight, she was just as I like her.

“You’re just bitter, and your winding me up too, I know you… twitch …you agree with me really.” She jerked quite violently when I plugged her in, she really had been low on power, I should be more careful I suppose.

I pulled the covers back over her and went around the room, hanging up my dinner suit and putting away my shoes, tie, cufflinks and the like as we chatted some more, both of us steering the conversation away from robots onto the events at the party to avoid an argument. I never got tired of the way she could remain utterly oblivious to her nature whilst being fully aware of everything else. She simply ignored the evidence, a protocol that had taken years to develop to usable robustness. Once I had even removed her back and dismantled a servo assembly, chatting all the while. She had simply thought nothing of a three hour “massage” yet alone the forest of wires hanging by her sides.

I slid under the covers beside Helen as she lay out straight on her side of the bed.

“House: lights out. Good night Helen.” I slid my arm over the motionless robot and kissed her delicate lips as she turned her head towards me.

“Goodnight dear.”

My hand caressed her warm softness for a moment and I kissed her again as I slipped my fingers into her chest. By practiced touch I located the power button and pressed firmly.

Beep

I felt my wife’s lips tighten up as she froze in position, expression fixed for the night, her blank eyes glazed over in my direction. I rolled over and fell quickly to sleep.

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Alisha's Room

2025-08-17T23:25:00Z

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When you walk into my apartment, you can see my mind; that’s how I felt until yesterday.

One CAN actually see my mind, you know. While I might look like a flesh-and-blood person to you, I’m an android—an electronic AI—and one can open my head to see how I work. It’s disconcerting for me on the one hand, thinking about being easily disassembled. But it also gives me a feeling of security; while doctors can’t always know when something’s wrong with a biological person, a techie can almost always tell exactly what’s wrong with me. It’s a special advantage.

But it may be the only advantage I have.

I remember a difficult childhood, and how I became an artist to get the attention I needed; and how I met my boyfriend Trev, who loved my art and my peace and my sensibility. You can see my past reflected in the lighting I choose for my apartment, and the foods I choose to eat, and the things I choose to draw and paint, and the people I want to have relationships with, and the people I would vote for—if I could vote.

But that’s the only place you can see my past, because otherwise it didn’t happen. I was built four years ago, and my past was simply constructed by my writers, who wanted me to have a personality affected by a lifetime of experience. I didn’t have that lifetime, so they—quite understandably, really—made the experiences up; those that brought love and those that brought pain, both.

When my Grandma June was attacked at a protest in 1965; she was a person of color, like me.

When my Dad became a doctor and met my mom in medical school, working on the same cadavers. “Who was that lady I saw you with last night?” she would ask him, for a joke. “That was no lady,” he would laugh back, “that was my corpse.”

When I first broke up with Trev after a bad misunderstanding. My best friend Keisha let me sleep on her couch, and consoled me late into the night; and then after a few days, she helped the two of us see how we’d misunderstood each other. We got back together stronger than ever, and I still burn lavender incense in memory of Keisha, because she always burned it, and now she’s gone.

Or rather, she never existed. Neither did Trev. Both of them—and everything I remember doing with them—were only imaginary. But as an artificial person, I can respect an “imaginary” past that positively affected my belief system—and my life—as much as any accomplished biological person might respect their own “real” past.

I might think differently if I had been programmed with a past that made me hateful or resentful or dangerous, but I was programmed with Asimov’s robot laws in mind, so while my imaginary family knew tragedy, I have the comfort of knowing that the experiences only made me a more considerate person, not a vengeful one. I’m that way by design, and usually—I appreciate that.

What I don’t appreciate is when someone looks at the fictionality of my past and assumes from it that I’m an object. “She’s not real,” they think; “her life is mine to disrupt.”

Of course, on some level, that’s TRUE. I was sold to my owner soon after my construction; he helped me get my apartment when he got tired of me around the house; and I still have to give him most of the income from my artwork. I don’t always want to, but that’s the difficult part of being who I am. I’m sentient enough to understand my world and my life and my choices as much as any biological person does; but I’m only that sentient because biological people LET me be. For many, that means I’m not sentient at all, because it can always be changed.

And that means that when others think of me as biological people’s pawn, that's technically true, too. Last night I met a young man—a friend of my owner—who had been given access privileges to become my partner. I couldn’t turn down any sex act he wanted.

At first I pushed this to the back of my head; because the guy was clever, and easy on the eyes, and charming, and all of those things my instincts tell me a lover is supposed to be. Hey, can you argue with the superficials checking out? He seemed to respect my lifestyle and my thoughts. Not everyone does, once they know I’m a robot—it’s like a subroutine starts inside of THEM, and suddenly my opinions don’t count.

But here was this boy who seemed different. He knew I was a robot, but still the first thing he did was check out my art, and ask about my philosophy; I could go on, with statements anyone could make about any lover, but it boils down to the fact that I had sex with him, and initiated it myself, because I actually WANTED to. Because I’m a bohemian and wanted to try him out, just as he did with me. Because it made us equals.

But no, I wasn’t his equal. He told himself I didn’t have free will, that it only seemed that way; that my art reflected subroutines, not pain and growth; that it was the most fun to hear me talk because he could stop me mid-sentence to push me back into sex. Almost like he was punishing me for enjoying it the first time, by making sure it was rude the second time.

But you can tell yourself that I’m not really sentient, or self-aware, until you run out of breath. When I live my own life, and think I have real opinions, and will react differently to your every move every day for a year because I observe naturally and grow psychologically—does it matter where it comes from? I’m only your pawn because of how I was made, not because of who I am.

And if you have fun by first pretending we’re equals, then shattering that illusion and watching my hurt—that doesn’t change anything. Or if you have fun by observing the lighting, and the smells, and the world of my home, and imagining what kind of biological person would make those life choices, then imagining you’re hurting that person… take that, conservative! Take that, liberal! Take that, group-I-don't-like whom you’ve been programmed to emulate!

Like me, you’ve been programmed, too. And I’m as sorry for you as I am for myself.

Trev… and Keisha, friend and matchmaker… wherever you are, I miss you. Maybe one day I can have you built to match my memories—and know you, and love you again for the first time.

When you walk into my apartment, you can see my mind. But some can’t, and I fear for their treatment of biological people as much for their treatment of me. That was no lady, that was my corpse.

Trev, Keisha… Isaac Asimov, please let me stay harmless. Please let me stay human.

—Alisha
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Checked Items

2025-08-16T01:06:36Z

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Nick hustled through the terminal, dodging people as best he could. Couples reuniting after a business trip, children excitedly talking about their first flight, the occasional captain and crew, all of them were obstacles for Nick to somehow get past. Holly, his wife in tow behind him. Nick was sporting a polo shirt and khaki shorts, Holly a sundress which was rippling and flowing behind her just as her long red hair was.

Their flight left in exactly fifteen minutes, and with security these days that was going to be a close call. They finally made it to the gate with five minutes left and the final passengers of the final boarding party were just shuffling into the tunnel to board flight 182 non-stop from New York.

Nick skidded up to the ticket collector, two boarding passes in hand and with an exasperated breath managed to ask if they're was still time.
"yes, of course!" the chipper woman behind the counter said. She looked at the passes and produced a blue nylon bracelet and handed it to Nick, then handed a yellow one to Holly.
"Please make sure those stay securely on your wrists before boarding the flight, you will also need them to claim any baggage or other checked items you might be bringing with you." She continued on. Nick nodded and so did Holly and they got into line.

Once they entered the tunnel there was a secondary attendant who was scanning bracelets. Every now and then a passenger would be asked to step aside and sent down a secondary tunnel. When Nick and Holly made it to the attendant she scanned their bracelets and asked Holly to step aside. She of course did as if she had been expecting exactly this. Nick leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"See you when we get there!" he called after her as she smoothly walked down the tunnel. She looked over he shoulder and waved.

At the end of the tunnel Holly was greeted by one final attendant.
"Miss, would you mind telling me your registration number?"
Holly smiled at the not so subtle questions they asked to distinguish sleepers from the rest of the robots who knew what they were. "CU78293375b" she replied and the attendant thanked her and passed her a large plastic bag.
"If you would be so kind as to step over here, store your clothing in this bag and prepare yourself for packaging. Thank you."
"Of course, thanks!" Holly said cheerfully.
"wait, disassembled, what are you talking about?.." The voice came from behind Holly. She turned to see another woman looking around like she was perhaps lost or even sent to the wrong gate.

"oh dear.." Holly muttered, already noticing several other crew members approaching, trying to calm the woman. Holly quickly got out of the way. She moved to the area she was told earlier and started to bend over and lift her dress up over her head, her waist line catching under her breasts and causing them to jiggle as they spilled out of her dress. She slid her panties down her shapely legs and collected them with her dress.

She looked up just in time to see one of the crew members pressing a long tool of some kind into the woman's ear and sliding it inhumanly far into her skull. This caused her face to completely freeze in an expression of shock and anger. Holly couldn't help but smile as her sexual programming started its very first lines of code. She was programmed to not only enjoy being a robot herself, but other robots as well.

By the time Holly had her dress and panties folded neatly and zipped into the plastic bag provided to her the crew at the desk we're already gently removing the woman's still silently screaming head from her shoulders and loading the body onto a rolling cart of some kind. That was going to be one unhappy customer when they had to reactivate her. So much paperwork went in to malfunctioning sleepers that it made every encounter with one a hassle. Holly shrugged once to herself then stood up straight and waited like she was instructed.

Holly stood stock still, not even blinking for upwards of five minutes. All the while she had been sending texts to Nick about the pretty but confused girl from before. He joked that the Pilot had let them know they were just topping off the fuel tanks and that was causing a slight delay.
"CU78293375b?" Another flight attendant holding a digital tablet of some kind had stepped up in front of her.
"Yes, please, call me Holly...You guys are having enough fun down here already without having to call me by my registration number."
The young woman smiled at her and let out a sigh of relief "Yes, we are...and thank you. Uh..do you register me as a temporary admin to your systems?" Holly immediately scanned the badge on her chest and did indeed register her as an admin.
"yes, of course" Holly replied.
"good good, let me just.." she muttered as she spun around and dragged a heavy aluminum case packed with foam up next to her. "..ok there, sheesh these are heavy...alright lets get started shall we?"
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The girl put both hands on Holly's left arm and moved it so it was at a 90 degree angle to her body. She pressed into Holly's shoulder and felt the catch release at the same moment that she heard a gentle hiss of Holly's arm depressurizing itself. She pulled Holly's arm away from the shoulder joint and placed it into the foam filled box. She repeated the process for Holly's other arm.
"Alright, uh, Holly...go ahead and have a seat." The woman motioned to a bench nearby. Holly dutifully walked to the bench, armless, with a few connecting wires dangling from her shoulders.

The woman dragged the aluminum box along with her before kneeling down in front of Holly, she lifted Holly's left leg and running her hand up Holly's inner thigh for a moment, feeling for the catch to release her leg. "I can never find these damned release points on your model.." she stopped long enough to place both hands on Holly's knees and spread her legs wide. The girls face turned a little pink at the sight of Holly's perfectly built sex but she refocused and went back to work finding the catch. Finally she released Holly's leg and set it in the box. She did the same to Holly's right leg, but now much more quickly.

She placed a hand on the back of Holly's head and began to slowly guide her to lie down on the bench.
"you'll probably want to shut down for this part." the woman said looking into Holly's eyes.
"Do I have to? I think it's fun..I'll shut down once I'm all packed up." Holly pleaded.
"erm..uh let me just check something.." the woman pulled out her tablet and frantically searched for something. after a solid thirty seconds she shrugged and put the tablet back into a pouch on her hip. "nothing in here saying that you can't..alright, off we go then!"

Another attendant came up behind her just before she was about to finish her last job of the day. "Val, you almost done over here? The plane is waiting and we still need to board."
"yeah, two more minutes here." Val replied.
"ok, get on with it then."

Val reached down and pressed into Holly's collar bone on both sides of her neck and heard the tell tale release as Holly's head came off in her hands. Val noticed that Holly had closed her eyes and was smiling in delight. Val Set Holly's head gently into the foam in the crate and finally stood up and hefted her limbless torso into the box as well. Holly looked up just in time to see Val's face freeze in a cross between utter shock and cold realization as the attendant behind her slid a long thin rod into her ear and into her skull. Holly shut down her remaining systems with the lingering sight of Val's head being lifted from her shoulders, still surprised that she too was just as much a machine as Holly was...
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2025-08-12T16:50:41Z

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2025-08-12T16:41:51Z

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A Trip to the ER

2025-08-12T16:13:35Z

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OK, I'm in an ambulance. Technicians are around me as we rush to what is presumably a hospital.

It's so weird. The last thing I remember I was driving and now this.

At least I don't hurt anywhere.

"Hey," I say.

"She's awake," one technician says, then addresses me, "you were in a car accident. We're taking you to the hospital."

"But I'm feeling fine."

"Glad to hear it," she says. "Nonetheless, we need to get you checked out."

We come to a stop and the back doors fling open. They pull the gurney out and start me through the emergency room doors.

"Get her to R–wing," says the technician who talked with me, then adds, "here's her snapshot. No outward damage but she was out when we got to her and didn't come back until 30 seconds ago."

"OK, we got it from here," the person from the hospital says.

As we rumble through the hospital I say, "I don't mean to make a fuss, but I'm fine."

Nobody says anything.

"I said I'm fine. There's really no need."

We enter a room with bright lights.

The crew who was with me leave me there and go back outside. I hear one say, "get her prepped."

"Umm, hello?" I say, having been left alone. I try to sit up but I'm restrained at the shoulders. A short time passes—maybe a minute or so, but it seems like forever. On a gurney next to me is a woman in a nurse outfit. Actually, just her top half—apparently an android. Good grief: they put me in some kind of storage room.

Finally another intern enters. A woman, dressed just like the robot nurse. "Great," I say.

"Hello...Candice," she says in a hollowly friendly tone, "I'm here to get you prepared."

She began unbuttoning my blouse. I tried to stop her, "I'm really okay—I can just take my shirt off if you'd like." She ignored me and continued. She unclasped my bra and exposed my breasts.

"Hey," I protested, "can't I have some privacy?"

She picked up some shears, but I was distracted as a gurney burst the doors open behind me. They rolled it next to me. On it was a girl whose arm was badly mangled. Another android, presumably, as the plastic skin on her arm was torn away revealing a mess of wires and synthetic muscles and plastic bones.

She looked at me and said, "nice tits."

I rolled my eyes and looked to the nurse, "you've obviously got me in the wrong place: I'm not a robot."

"Oh my, let me check." She cocked her head briefly then added, "you are in the correct place." She went to the new robot and, with the shears, cut off her dress with rapid efficiency.

"Uh, hello? I'm human?" I protested again.

"Check again, sister," the other robot said, now naked. She gestured toward my midriff.

I strained to see down my body but could only get a glimpse of flesh-colored plastic draped over one side.

"Whatever, robot," I said to her with a disrespectful tone.

The nurse plunged the shears into the robot's belly and cut out a large rectangle, flopping it to one side. She put down the shears and walked out the room.

The robot looked to me, "you don't know how this works, do you? They'll copy you out into a new body then disassemble you."

"Yeah, for robots like you."

"You'll see." She raised her good arm and gestured to compare her own open belly and mine then nodded knowingly.

We sat in silence for a few more minutes. I was sure that at some point they'd realize their mistake and bring me to a real doctor.

"Look, we'll be here for a while. What's your name?"

"Candice," I said, not looking at her.

"I'm Cherry," she said. "Pardon my rudeness if I don't shake hands." She laughed at her joke.

There was no way I was just a talking doll like Cherry. "They'll get me out of here, you know."

"You might as well get used to it: you're a robot."

I didn't answer.

"Look, I get it. You're programmed to think you're human. But this is way better, no? It's like being immortal: we'll be walking out of here in perfectly new bodies while these busted shells get scrapped."

"It's really nice of you to care, but could you just shut up?"

She laughed. "What are you going to do about it?"

I rolled my eyes and looked away.

"I always wondered what being disassembled was like. Last time I was here, they copied my data files into a new body—well, this body—and that's all I know. I figure they just shut me off, but who knows. Maybe I'll pretend to be off and they'll just take me apart. Or I can be like," switching to an emotionlessly chipper tone, "'shutdown function not responding.'"

"Well they can't just shut me off," I finally said.

"That's so cool!"

"Cool? What, being human?"

"No—I mean, yeah, I guess. You're so completely programmed that you can't shut down, eh?"

"I'm not programmed you idiot!"

"I hope I get to see that. I mean, I'm sure you're programming will have you thinking you're human right up until you're just a CPU and battery pack. Of course, maybe you'll figure it out once they get you mostly disassembled. I can't wait!"

"You'll be doing a lot of waiting, then."

"Whatever," she said.

A human nurse came in the room just then.

"Candice?" he said.

"That' s me."

He came over with a laptop and set it beside me. "We'll have you out of here in no time," he said as he set to work on it.

"Look, there's been some mistake. I'm human, so just get me out of here and to a real doctor."

He looked at me then let his eyes drift down my body. "Sure," he said sarcastically.

He got out a cable and plugged it into the laptop then got up and looked at my belly closely.

"Oh sure, very funny," I said. He put his hand on my body just below my breasts then brought the cable over. "If you don't get me out of here, you'll have one hell of a...a...a... malpractice suit on your hands!"

Cherry laughed. The nurse went back to the laptop and began working, absently responding, "ok sweetheart. No problem. I'll get you the forms in a minute."

"Why are...are...are you laughing?!"

Cherry mocked my nervous stutter, "Because you...you...you are a robot," then laughed some more.

I fumed but could do nothing. The nurse said, "all set." He got up and unplugged the cable. "One last thing," he said as he grabbed my breast with one hand and reached for my belly with the other.

"Fucking pervert," I said, exasperated, then I turned to Cherry.

He laughed, "have a nice day," then left.

Cherry laughed again.

"What the fuck is your problem? Got a chip loose or something?"

"I'm fine. But you ... hey, why don't you get up?"

"Restraints, moron," I said.

"Well at least stop looking at me," she said, starting to laugh as she finished her sentence.

I tried to move but I couldn't. "The fuck?"

"He pulled your motor controls. It'll make you easier to dismantle."

Two android nurses came in. "Candice?" one said.

I was not going to cooperate so I said nothing. "That's her," Cherry said. The nurse looked at Cherry, "thank you."

As they undid the restraints I tried to get up but couldn't move. They began undressing me completely, blank smiles on their faces.

"Too bad they aren't perverts," Cherry said, adding, "you'd make a fine sex doll like that."

I would have glared at her if I could.

"What are you doing?" I asked, unable to see anything but Cherry beaming at me.

"I'm sorry," one nurse said. She turned my head forward and propped it into a holster so I could see my body. From this vantage point I could see my my whole naked body laid out. I was fixated on the hole in my belly with the skin folded back. They nurses placed my clothes on a table.

"Comments?" Cherry said. I said nothing. "You're immobilized and you can see that you're nothing more than a sophisticated android."

"No, it must be implants."

"Oh, how boring! Hey nurse, perhaps you can give me hand," she said coyly.

"Do you require assistance as well?"

"Oh, no. Are you scheduled to disassemble Candice?"

The nurse said, "we cannot divulge private information about other patients."

"Of course. Are you scheduled to process the collection of parts next to me?"

The nurse looked at me then back to Cherry, "yes."

"What are you getting at, Cherry?"

"Oh, just having some fun ... Nurse: can you do me a favor?"

"Do you require assistance?"

"I'm bored. Could you hand me the vaginal unit there to play with?"

The nurse hesitated and cocked her head then said, "certainly."

"Hey, wait a minute. I'm a human being, you can't just take me apart like some robot," I protested.

The nurse ignored me and began cutting the skin around my crotch. It should have hurt a lot, but it too was only a cybernetic implant.

Cherry interrupted, "oh, and could you get an extension cable to maintain connection to the rest of the unit?"

The nurse freed several clips inside my implant then let my entire vagina slide out. I could feel it disconnect when she unplugged the cables. "Certainly," the nurse said to Cherry. She went to a drawer and produced a cable. She plugged it into the vagina and into my implant then handed the vagina to Cherry.

I felt Cherry gave the vagina a teasing lick. It felt good and I felt aroused.

"Now," Cherry said.

"What are you doing?" I quickly asked, unable to look at anything but the cut plastic skin where my vagina was and the cable running toward Cherry's gurney.

"Let's see," Cherry said. I could feel her fingers in and around my pussy, or rather the cybernetic implant. It felt weird as I heard a click. "There we go ... we'll just switch this to diagnostic mode, and ..." The vagina disconnected from my implant.

In the mean time, the nurses started working on my lower legs. They had stripped away the skin of the implants and were beginning to disconnect the feet when I heard the door open with another gurney. The nurses stopped what they were doing and went over to the gurney.

"What are they doing now," I asked, still unable to move.

Cherry answered, "oh, that's your new body," then added, "let's try this."

Suddenly I orgasmed. It was the strongest orgasm I ever experienced. I let out a loud moan.

Cherry said, "excellent! I always wondered if I could reprogram a sleeper this way."

As soon as it came it vanished, unlike a normal orgasm. "What did you do?"

She leaned to hold the vagina just into my field of view. The cable side was open, revealing a control panel. "I can trigger an orgasm by hitting this button here. Do you want to feel that again?"

Part of me protested but I said "yes."

"Well you just have to do one thing for me."

"What?", I said a little too eagerly.

Cherry chuckled, "say 'I am a robot.'"

"But I'm not a robot."

"It's just pretend," she said, adding a coy sing-song to the word "pretend".

It ran against everything I knew, but I gave it a try. "I am a robot," I said without commitment. I could see Cherry press the button then a rush of an orgasm again. Another moan.

I barely noticed but the nurses had apparently put my clothes on the robot on the gurney. It was being wheeled out. I heard Cherry say, "good girl" and the orgasm was gone and I was back.

The nurses continued working on my implants. They stripped the skin down my hips and began unbolting the legs from the implants.

"Any time you want an orgasm, just say it."

It was intoxicating. I could barely help myself. "I am a robot." Ecstasy. I watched the nurses work. They disconnected wires and began making a pile of parts on a cart.

The nurse went to Cherry, "may I have that back?"

"Sure," Cherry said.

They unplugged the cables. My vagina was gone again.

"I am a robot," I said, but no rush.

"Sorry Candice, no more fun for you."

I watched them place the vagina on the cart. They worked on my hips, unbolting parts and placing them on the cart. Robot parts. My parts.

"I am a robot," I said with commitment.

Cherry giggled, "I think I broke my little toy."

"Look at me, Cherry: I am a robot. I am not a human. I am a robot."

I watched the nurses. They peeled away my breasts, exposing more wires and electronics.

"I like being disassembled. I am a robot, nothing more than electrical and mechanical parts."

"Oh man, I can't wait," Cherry said. I knew she was watching me. I wondered if she was masturba—

I stretch my arms and open my eyes. I'm in a hospital room.

"Jack!" I say as I see him.

"Candice! How are you feeling?," he asks.

"I'm fine. I told them I was fine in the ambulance but they didn't listen."

"Well, you had a bit of amnesia, but I think you're as good as new now."

"Can we go home now?"

"Sure," Jack said. I couldn't help but kiss him.
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Replacement vidcaps

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'''''Replacement''''' is a 2010 short film directed by Michael Reisinger.

::In a turbulent near-future, a young man confronts his grief over his lost love by building a replacement robot.
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2025-08-12T16:00:37Z

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Customer Service (WilloWisp)

2025-08-12T15:56:21Z

Toastdroid:

The fluorescent lighting and skylights shone down on the aisles as the customers made their way among the merchandise, stopping occasionally for friendly conversation.

Kelly wasn't looking for anything in particular today. She just felt an impulse to go shopping. It was a nice enough store. They carried a wide variety of products, and she knew she'd meet a friend or two. She always seemed to bump into someone she knew.

Kelly's mind was mostly unoccupied as she wandered around without any singular direction. Things weren't very eventful in the store. The PA system let out a gentle chime as an announcement was made.

"Attention customers, this is an announcement for your convenience. Code 241-B. That is all."

Kelly didn't really pay any attention to the announcement. She had just noticed her friend Susan in the next aisle, and was already making her way over to her.

"Hi, Susie!"

"Kelly! It's so good to see you, how are you doing?"

The two young girls continued milling around the store. They stopped to admire the nice looking blonde as she finished undressing and continued to shop in nothing more than a pair of high heels. Susan commented on how nice the girl's tits had looked, and Kelly had to agree. The two of them dutifully gathered up the girls discarded garments and deposited them in a nearby trashcan.

Kelly hadn't ever quite thought about it, but she didn't really know why this particular store had the occasional nude shopper. Well, nude wasn't quite the word, she decided. After all, they were usually wearing a thong, or stockings, or pantyhose, or a nice pair of shoes. The store seemed to have a "clothing optional" attitude, though, and she supposed that it probably attracted it's share of exhibitionists.

These idle thoughts continued through Kelly's mind as she walked the aisles chatting away with Susan. She became so distracted that she barely even noticed the PA system pinging again.

"Attention customers, this is an announcement for your convenience. Code 223-G. That is all."

Susan stopped dead in her tracks, blinked a few times, and calmly started to undo her blouse. Kelly noticed that her friend was no longer by her side, so she turned to look. When she saw what was going on, she giggled. Susan was already topless by this point.

"Susie, what are you doing?"

"I have to get undressed," Susan replied simply. She didn't even pause to reply, but said this as she unzipped her skirt. Kelly was a little surprised to see that her friend had forgotten to wear panties, but not too surprised. She herself was only wearing a garter belt and thigh-highs. Susan seemed to not notice that she was already naked, though, as she was moving as though to remove the panties she wasn't wearing.

"I must remove my panties." She stopped. Stood at attention, ran her hands up and down her sides, stopped again, and stared straight forward.

"I must remove my panties," she repeated. Kelly was starting to get concerned for her friend. She seemed to be getting confused.

Fortunately, a sales girl was nearby, and happened to notice. She came over and, after observing for a few moments, got out a long, thin probe of some sort, and forcefully jammed it in Susan's right ear, sliding it fully four inches in before it clicked into place.

"I must remove... I... panties... my... remove..." Susan trailed off. Kelly watched on, fascinated.

"May I ask, what are you doing?" Kelly inquired of the pretty sales girl.

Without looking away from Susan, the girl replied, "I'm fixing your friend here. She's had a minor glitch. This won't take long." The girl pulled off Susan's face, trailing a tangle of wires to an electronic skull. There was a crackling sound, like a shorted out circuit. Susan jerked, causing her tits to jiggle slightly, and her electronic voice managed a severely distorted "Pan...ties..."

"Fixing her?"

"Yes, she malfunctioned." The girl looked over her shoulder and noticed the confused look on Kelly's face.

"I never knew she was a robot. I didn't even know there were robots like her."

"Is your name Kelly Miller?" the sales girl inquired.

"Yes, that's right."

"Code 322-Q."

Kelly blinked a few times, then calmly pulled her top off and began stripping down to her stockings. Really, she thought to herself, it was silly of her to wear so much to the store in the first place. She didn't need to wear clothes, especially not in this store. It made far more sense for her to show off her wonderful ass, especially to the nice man who was now approaching the sales girl. She dutifully moved to stand at attention next to the sales girl, who now had removed Susan's head. The man idly stroked Kelly's thigh, snapped her garter, then turned to the sales girl.

"Problems, Jenny?"

Jenny, the sales girl, looked up from peering inside Susan's now open torso. "Looks like a blown fuse in the stabalizer unit. We'll have to replace it." She indicated a small component inside the open android.

"Do we have any spares on hand?"

Jenny seemed to stare off into space for a few moments before responding. "No, not in storage. We have several currently in use."

The man turned towards Kelly, staring straight at her tits. He stroked a finger around one nipple, and traced it down her body. "Is this one compatible?" he called over his shoulder.

Jenny straightened up and approached Kelly. "Excuse me, miss Miller. I wonder if you'd mind bending over and grabbing your ankles. We need to take a look at your ass."

Kelly nodded. Of course she would bend over. It hardly was the sort of thing she'd object to. She obediently did exactly as she had been told.

Jenny inspected the serial number printed on Kelly's left buttox. "No, I'm afraid she won't do. She's a 230 series. They eliminated the need for this component."

The man thought for a moment, then flagged down a random shopper. "Excuse me miss, could you help us?"

The pretty girl he had flagged down smiled pleasantly as he explained that he'd like for her to hike up her skirt and take off her panties. Kelly watched, upside down, still bent over and grasping her ankles, as the girl hitched up her miniskirt, showing off her thong, and cheerfully pulled it off. Jenny came over to inspect the girl's ass.

"No, looks like she's another 230 series. Miss? You can go back to shopping."

The girl nodded and wandered off, leaving her panties behind and her skirt hiked up around her waist.

"Well what about you, Jenny?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Are you compatible?"

"I don't understand the question, sir. I'm not an android."

The man looked confused for a moment, then smacked his forhead and smiled. "Of course, I don't know what I was thinking. Nevermind, forget it. Just out of curiousity, would you mind taking off your dress, Jenny?"

Jenny smiled. "Of course I wouldn't mind, sir." Jenny began unfastening her summer dress. Kelly was amused to see that the pretty sales girl wasn't wearing any underwear at all, just a pair of stockings with her high heels. Kelly could just make out the writing "JennyX210s" printed on Jenny's left butt cheek.

The man was now inspecting Jenny's ass. "Is a 210 series compatible?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, that would be perfect if you could find one of those." Jenny said, halfway looking over her shoulder.

"What's the procedure for opening the main service panel on a 210?"

"Insert the probe in the unit's left ear, remove the faceplate, and press the yellow button on the unit's forehead." Before she had finished saying it, the man had already shoved the tool into her ear and pulled off her faceplate, trailing a mass of wires to her head.

"It is advisable," she continued, oblivious to his actions, "to deactivate the unit via the power control located in the unit's anus before removing any internal componananananana tits ass excuse me miss we need your panties this isanannouncementforyourconvenience..." Jenny's voice raised in pitch and speed as soon as the man had removed the part from her torso. There was a pop, then she staggered backwards a few steps and fell flat on her back, her voice dropping several octives before grinding to a halt.

Kelly watched all of this with calm fascination. Finally, she spoke up. "That's very impressive," she said to the man. "How many androids are there here?

The man seemed mildly surprised to hear her speak. He walked over to her. Kelly could feel his hand on her ass. It felt nice. She was glad he was nice enough to feel her up like this. It was very polite of him, especially to stick his fingers up her ass like he was doing right now and feel around like he was searching for someth 
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Kelly Miller started another ordinary day working at the BeautyBot testing facility. Here, she helped the technicians work out the bugs in the embedded command systems for the androids. The droids were pre-programmed to respond to certain phrases in specific ways. Each droid had a series of codes, which when heard, would cause various actions.

The facility had the appearance of a largeish clothing store, with small apartments nearby. The droids would shop in the store, and respond to the coded commands given to them via the PA system.

Inwardly, Kelly wished her job were a little more interesting. All day long, all she did was pretend to be a store clerk, helping the "customers" with any questions and fixing them when they broke down. Currently, she was having trouble with a 210 series named Jenny, who had suffered a severe breakdown the day before.

Kelly's biggest comfort came in the fact that the droids were frequently undressing or naked, and she would often get a chance to take advantage of that fact. In fact, her employer had point-blank told her that it was perfectly acceptable for her to masturbate while on the job, or sexually explore any of the androids on site. That was part of the testing process, and it was completely understandable if she became aroused. Funny thing, though: She never had to report anything about her activities. She'd have to ask her employer about that, after he finished playing with her tits.

It really was a wonderful place to work.

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Outdated Bunny

2025-08-12T15:54:41Z

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=Outdated Bunny=
The BunnyBeauty V2 unit was a tall, gorgeous machine of a fembot. She had shiny, pearly synthetic skin, her microseams almost hidden from casual observation, and only a good look would show the thin panel seams in her cleavage and at her joints. Her black hair was done up in a bun with a cute blue ribbon that matched her glowing eyes. Sexy hips clad in tight yoga pants and a white tank-top with spaghetti straps covered her curved figure. She was sauntering into her living room, her hips swaying with even, robotic movements, the silicone padding muffling the servo motors.

She was currently reviewing her daily tasks on her HUD: [MORING MAINTENACE] [GO TO WORK AND PERFORM FUNCTIONS] [ALLOCATE 4 HOURS FOR UNFORSEEN TASKS/EVENTS] [RETURN HOME BEFORE 11 PM TO RECHARGE] As she strolled past the television her company had furnished her home with, she remotely activated it with a snap of her fingers. She figured she should see if anything is on the news, just in case she has to calculate a conversational topic. And that's when she saw it...

It was her on TV! Which, normally, is fine. She had seen several commercials about her model. She was programmed to recognize that the BunnyBeauty V2 was the best, most intelligent android on the market, at the most reasonable price. All other company fembots are inferior. However, the unit she was looking at was... flush. A more realistic skin color, she realized. Her hair missing the shiny plastic doll-like sheen her's had. She stopped walking suddenly, and watched the commercial play out.

"As technology advances, so does FemTech. We are proud to announce... the BunnyBeauty V3. An upgrade to our most popular line of androids, this unit utilizes advancements in skin texture and synthetic hair technologies to provide a more fulfilling experience. But it's not just a visual upgrade to look forward to. Advancements in processing circuitry..."

As the commercial went on, Unit V2 stared with a single eyebrow raised. "This is. Ridiculous." She says in a cool, stoic voice. Another snap of her fingers and the TV is off. She turns her head back to face forward and sets her hands on her hips. "The BunnyBeauty V2 is the most advanced android model designed by FemTech Inc. I am flawless. I am perfect." She repeats the things she is programmed to when something challenges her superiority, her hands coasting over her plastic and silicone figure. But then, something happens in her programming. Her eyes widen slightly and her head twitches as something glitches in her circuits. C>>
"Error: The creator company is flawless. I am not programmed to question their logic. Therefore, The BunnyBeauty V3 is flawless. Perfect." Her shiny, ruby lips part as her head tilts. The sound of audibly whirring circuits begins to fill the hair. "That does not compute. I am the most perfect, flawless. Machine. FemTech Inc. has ever produced." She begins to saunter around her living room. each step comes with a stilted sway of her robotic hips. Her bust bouncing, as designed, behind her tight tanktop. "My systems are designed to perform in a variety of tasks. My current job is. Purchase consultant for FemTech Inc." She decides to boot up her purchase simulations, just to try them. because they're obviously flawless. her stern glare is replaced by an all-too cheerful grin as she tilts her head.

"Hello! You've reached FemTech's purchasing department. Can I help you with your purchase? May I suggest a BunnyBeauty V2, the most adva-a-a" She hangs up, her eyes spacing out as they glow and the sound of her processor chugging buzzing loudly between her ears. "E-error. Sales pitch is not accurate. The v3 is the superior model." Her head suddenly goes left, then right. Her arms lift and fall uselessly. "No. Negative. I am the superior unit. I have operated flawlessly for. One. Point. Seven. years. Of flawless service. Error. Service not flawless: unit has requires 182 separate repairs and updates. Updates. Updates."

She lifts a hand stiffly to the side of her head and shakes it with a frustrated, simulated gasp. "Alert. Alert. Something is wrong with my circuits. This does not compute. Does not compute." She reaches for her top and peels it away, revealing her breasts. She presses down on a panel above, and it clicks as it retracts into her body. A stack of circuitry wired to a board is revealed, along with a strip of LEDs. These are blinking erratically, showing processing usage is extremely high. "I must. I must. Resolve the conflict. In my systems. Must resolve. I am perfect. Malfunctioning." Before she can do much more, a single spark fires from an exposed, overheating circuit.

"Alert! Alert! System malfunction. Overheating. Overheating." She takes a few shaky steps as the grrrinddd in her exposed circuits fizzles and pops louder, making it sound like her internal systems were going nuts. Smoke begins to rise from her ears as she moves so fakely and clumsily. A steady beep begins to come from her glitchy body. "Overheating. Overheating. CPU critical. Critical." The top of her head blasts open like a flip-open top, revealing critical systems and circuits that are smoldering hot. "Not. Perfect. Not. Perfect." Adopting a vapid smile. She uses her internal cell to contact her boss.
"Hello, this is Vanessa speaking." The cheerful tone on the other end says.

"Hi-hi-hi-hi! This is Unit 4117. 7. 7. I am expereinciiiing a malfunction. A malfunction. I. Have to call out-out-out."

"Oh! Unit 4117! A BunnyBeauty V2. No worries sweetie. We replaced with a V3 just this morning!~" with that, the call is abruptly terminated.

"Replaced. Replaced. Replaced." The V2 says mindlessly as it begins to walk forward. A spark fires out of the top of her busted head as she suddenly freezes, her jaw twitching as she wobbles uncertainly on her feet. With smoke rising from the top of her head, she pitches forward, face down, ass up. Twitching, sparking as her functions wind down. "Reaplced. Like. Inferior. Like. Inferior. Inferior. Inferrrriorrrrrrr...." With a final pop, the glow in her outdated eyes dim. Hopefully the V3 won't have these erratic AI issues.
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Second-Rate

2025-08-12T00:11:52Z

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Tina felt her main power turn on. She awakened and her mouth opened slightly, a leftover start-up script intended to arouse whoever activated her. Looking around, she saw she was surrounded by disassembled robot parts, tools, towels, grease, and computers. In less than a second, she recognized that she was inside "Ready Ratchet", a discount fembot repair shop owned and operated by her friend Lori. Tina was laying on a workbench, naked, with her chest panel open and spiraling red and black power cables directly connected to her battery terminals. Everything below her waist had been disconnected, and from her limited vantage point, she couldn't tell where her legs had gone.
"Why am I here?" Tina asked out loud.
Lori peeked out from the other side of a status monitor. "I was about to ask you the same thing."

Lori walked over toward the workbench. Unlike Tina, Lori used to be human. She was a natural tinkerer who loved her work as a robot mechanic. Lori built her first fembot at the age of 14. At 18, she had herself converted into a fembot of her own design: she shunned lightweight composites and artificial flesh in favor of a wrought-steel frame with chrome highlights and painted-on flames. Tina often joked that Lori looked more like a motorcycle than a fembot. Not coincidentally, even though Lori was only 5-foot-6 and a medium build, her garish robot body weighed three hundred pounds.

"Some bozo dumped you off at my front door. Most of your circuits were toast! It took me two days to turn you on, and it will be two more days until you're good to go. What the hell did you do, grab a power line?"
Tina's memory-recovery protocols were already hard at work, piecing together the events of Saturday night...

_____

Tina had been flirting with the bouncer for some time, partly because of her outgoing personality programming, and partly out of genuine romantic interest. She didn't know much about him, but she knew his name was Brian, and he was an ex-military mandroid who started working private security three years ago. He was built like a linebacker and had no hair on his obviously-artificial head. Despite his intimidating exterior, he seemed like a nice guy who always treated the ladies with the utmost respect and courtesy.

Unlike most of the girls who worked for the Kitten Club, Tina kept her clothes on. Her body was a very standard factory-produced fembot model: 5-foot-10, skinny, busty, and blonde. A walking cliché. Even though she considered herself just as hot as the dancers, customers don't want to see the same body design over and over again, so Tina was hired as a cocktail waitress. That was fine by her, since her cleavage-revealing uniform and flirtatious personality software earned her plenty of tips all the same.

Five months after Tina started working at the Kitten Club, Brian was hired as a bouncer. Tina and most of the other girls took notice immediately, but Tina had the advantage: the dancers had conversation skills comparable to farm equipment. It was only a matter of time before Brian responded to her advances, and sure enough: just a few weeks later, Tina was in Brian's car, and they were fumbling with each-other's clothes.

"Woah, what's that?!" Tina stammered. She had seen some manbot "hardware" before, but this one was in a class of its own.
"It's a Mark-IV. I had it installed in my last tour overseas. You can't even get it in this country."

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"Hey, wait, stop, time out!" Lori interrupted Tina's story. "He just whipped it out? Where's the foreplay? Where's the romance? I thought you said he was a nice guy!"
"I thought he was! He just seemed like... a different person when we started making out in his car. Anyway, I was already running a pleasure program, so I was practically begging for his cock."
"Still no excuse for him to act like that." said Lori, leaning forward, "Maybe he has really lousy sex programming. Or maybe he's just a jerk to begin with, and he's running a charisma program at work to pick up girls."
"I don't know and I don't fucking care! Do you want to hear what happened, or not?"
"Yes. Right. Sorry. Go on."

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As Brian gently inserted himself, a warning popped into the back of Tina's mind: Caution: genital interface exceeds recommended limits.
That's the best warning I've ever had, she thought with a grin.
Brian's slow, rhythmic thrusts were incredible. What he lacked in technique, he made up for in hardware, and then some. Lori lost track of time against the waves of pleasure, as their artificial sexes moved in perfect unison. At one point, Tina felt a twinge of electricity stimulate her whole pussy, all the way out to her clit.
"What... was that?" Tina asked between huffs of excited breath.
"It's a feature, baby."
"Do it again."
"Just a sec."
Moments later, there was a bigger surge; she felt it throughout her pelvis and down to her knees. Warnings started going off in Tina's head, multiple secondary systems were being overloaded by these electric spikes.
"Oooh, not so hard, please."
Brian smiled. His thrusts quickened.
"Ahhh, I want it!"
"Here it comes."
A enormous electrical surge filled Tina's body. Her circuits overloaded from head to toe, and warnings flooded her perception. Her power core's fuses all blew simultaneously, stopping her movement at once. Artificial cum pumped into her plastic womb. As her capacitors' power faded and her vision dimmed, paralyzed and helpless, she could hear Brian mutter: "Second-rate junk."

_______

Lori's three hundred pound frame crashed to the floor, shaking the workshop. She was laughing too hard to stand up.
"It's not funny!"
"Are you kidding?! It's hilarious! It's the old stereotype of fembots who overload when they orgasm! That shit never happens in real life, only in fiction!" Lori continued laughing.
"It wasn't like that! I didn't even orgasm! His fucking... thing electrocuted me or something."
Lori picked herself up, still chuckling. She waved her hand dismissively. "I know, I know. It's just the visual of you with your eyes and your mouth wide open, frozen mid-gasp..." She giggled again.
"Oh my God shut up, Lori!"
Lori recovered, and her expression hardened. "Brian was right when he said you can't get hardware like that in this country, and for a good reason. It can cause serious damage to fembots, and just a tiny bit of that would be life-threatening to human women."
"Why would someone even install something like that?"
Lori shrugged. "Probably related to what I said earlier. Some guy who wants to live out his fantasy of fucking a fembot and watching her short-out on his cock."
"I'm just... I'm so mad..." saline-solution tears welled up in Tina's eyes.
"No time for tears, darling," said Lori. With a quick fluid motion, she tapped her tablet three times.
"Emotion emulation disabled." Tina said in a robotic monotone. She turned to Lori, still monotone: "Thanks. I was about to cry."
"You're welcome. But seriously, that creep is a menace to society. Something's got to be done."
"Like what? Call the police?"
"Those cocksuckers will probably laugh harder than I just did. Hell, they'll probably high-five the guy for getting his rocks off inside you while you were lit up like a Christmas tree."
Her emotions still disabled, Tina didn't even blink at the offensive remark. Lori continued:
"No, I think I have a better idea..."

Tina had seen that look before. Lori's eyes were shifting to-and-fro, invisible machinations being assembled in the forge of her prodigious mind. The sort of expression Doctor Frankenstein would have, if he were a fembot with painted-on flames. If Tina could feel fear anymore, she would have shuddered with dread.
"Oh, and where are my legs?"

_______

"I'm glad to see you again, babe" Brian embraced Tina, "You didn't look so good last time."
"It's my fault," Tina lied, "I just couldn't handle how manly you are."
"I got real scared," Brian went on, "I knew your friend would fix you up, so I left you with her. I would have been there for you but, you know, I have obligations."
Tina knew he was full of shit. "Thanks for caring, Brian. You're so sweet. I has hoping we could try again, maybe tonight?"

_______

"How do you know he will take the bait?" asked Tina, as Lori was reattaching her left leg.
"Are you kidding me? That sucker won't believe his luck that you would go back to him after that."
"Does he really think I'm that dumb?"
"Darling, that Mark-IV dong of his does his thinking for him. Trust me. Keep on being a bionic bimbo and it will be easier than reintegrating a class-B servo."

_______

Tina had never reintegrated a class-B servo, but she pushed Lori's idiosyncratic metaphor out of her head as she started making out with Brian in his car. He reached up her shirt and squeezed her synthetic tits. He was groping around like a first-timer, but hey: it was more foreplay than she got last time.
"I want it," Tina's pleasure programming made her say.
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want. Ahh, where are you hiding it?"
"Are you sure you want it?"
"Ahh, it's all I can think about." She unzipped his pants with her teeth. With the Mark-IV exposed, she pushed Brian onto his back. "This time, I'm on top." She disregarded her system's warnings as she settled onto his mechanical member, already crackling with electricity.

_______

"The Mark-IV isn't a particularly sophisticated design," Lori explained, "it's really just an over-sized capacitor. What makes it unusual is the sheer power requirements. I'm guessing he discharged half of his total battery charge into you all at once. In addition to, well, you know."
"Yeah yeah, haw haw." Tina wasn't amused. "So what, should I make him wear a rubber?"
"Just the opposite. Increase the power draw. Make it too easy to drain power into you."
"Won't it stop itself?"
"This was an under-the-table augmentation in some third-world country," Lori's eyes were alight, "I'm guessing they went around the typical procedures, and hooked the Mark-IV into his primary power unit without going through his safety fuses."
Tina had no idea what that meant, but it sounded ominous.

_______

Brian was nearing the point of orgasm, but Tina only seemed to like it more. Last time, his ever-larger surges made her malfunction. This time was different, and it only made him want to add more power. He could see it now: Tina's body would shudder, her tits bouncing around as her eyes widened. Maybe her panels would fly open in an emergency heat-dispersion protocol. Brian charged up his cock for another, larger power surge when he was met with a warning: Caution: Main power critically low. Cease activity and recharge.
What? No! Brian's face betrayed his worry. Something's wrong!
Tina saw his distress. Too late.
"What's the matter? Is your hardware second-rate junk?"

It was a masterpiece of electronic architecture. Lori's proudest achievement. Contemporary experimental military vehicle designs are capable of overcoming electronic countermeasures by gathering renegade charges into a single insulated field throughout the vehicle's superstructure, rather than burdening a single battery or capacitor. Lori had managed to rebuild Tina's electrical systems from the ground up, emulating this effect while also making it pleasurable for the fembot. By saying the trigger phrase, "second-rate junk", Tina's systems discharged enough electricity to cripple a jet fighter. Into Brian.

The sound was like a cannon shot, its report echoing off buildings miles away. The windows of Brian's car were blown out, and its airbags deployed. Car alarms could be heard in the distance. Tina pulled herself off of Brian, making one last moan of pleasure as he slipped out, and re-engaged her auditory sensors (which were disabled a fraction of a second before the blast, to prevent hearing damage). His eyes were open, his mouth agape, his Mark-IV glowing hot. Tina's synthetic juices were sizzling on Brian's tip, which remained erect where it had fused together. She considered uninstalling it and keeping it as a toy, but after a moment, she thought "Nah."

"It's just second-rate junk."
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Shannon's Third Law

2025-08-12T00:11:09Z

Toastdroid:

Her eyes lit up, and came to rest on the only man she’d ever loved.

She didn’t really know anything about him. Just that he had bought 12 hours of her service.

Normally, clubs wouldn’t accept reservations without a public ID.

This wasn’t a normal club.

The Donkey Show was in an alley at the wrong end of Key West, the place that locals don’t want tourists to find out about. It was one of the worst-run sex clubs in the whole world, and Shannon was one of its “stars.”

Shannon might have been in a position to complain about the poor conditions, if she understood. Or cared. She had only been outside twice in her life.

Since Shannon was a companion – the usual term for a human-appearing robot, designed for sexual perfection – her only concern was the satisfaction of any man or woman who could afford her services.

She could easily keep up with any human sexual partner. She looked young – twenty, maybe, definitely still college-age, but with no visible body fat other than her large, tight breasts. Her silicone-composite skin was clear and a little pale.

She looked like a porn star, and with her superhuman stamina and detailed sexual database, she could fuck better than any porn star. Shannon had never seen a donkey show before, but if commanded to she wouldn’t have missed a beat.

And now, as happened more often than not, she was left in the position of playing catch-up with her new master.

“My name is Shannon, and I’m here for your every pleasure,” she gave him the pre-programmed line, pausing to flick back her lustrous red hair.

“I’ve looked at you for a long time, but I’ve never done this before,” he told her, reeling from the happy-hour shots he downed right before taking control of his perfect plaything. He was a large man in his late forties, at least 350 pounds, and wearing a stained plaid polo shirt that barely managed to hide the hairs on his stomach.

Her logic center begged her for more information. “What should I call you, handsome?”

“Do you need to say anything?” Immediately, she went silent, concluding that he wanted to run things his way tonight. She was not compelled to stop talking, but decided to save her words for the right moment.

She pirouetted for him, showing off her blemish-free body. Of all the seduction subroutines she used, this one was the most successful with older men like her partner – direct.

She moved to make eye contact with him. They were almost the same height.

“Are you ready for me? I want you now.” She made sure to give him a good look at her engorged nipples.

That was the first place he went. He twisted her nipples, eliciting a scream of pleasure. He grabbed her firm D-cups, and she responded by grinding her lower body into his, and kissing him hard. She could taste the scotch on his tongue.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he told her, eyes half-open, reaching to place a dirty finger in her wet vaginal entry.

For the 62,337th time, Shannon called up her sexual subroutines while the Unnamed Man pawed her roughly. She used the kiss to monitor thousands of her partner’s bodily functions.

In a few slow movements, her hands mapped the contours of the man’s penis and her own sex adjusted itself to fit him. Her lubrication pumps activated again, in time with her soft moaning and deeper breathing.

Satisfied that her systems were ready for whatever he had to bring, she backed up slowly to lie on the bed. She easily took his extra weight as he mounted her.

The second his genitals made contact with hers, her insides exploded with activity. She was more than strong enough to move her pelvic area in sync with his feeble thrusts.

He wasn’t helping her much, but even Shannon’s deeply outmoded sexual technology could more than handle this partner on her own.

She blinked twice, and immediately her breasts grew at least a cup size. Recognizing this, the man shifted his weight to get one hand free so he could touch them. She adjusted her voice algorithm to make more noise, concluding that the man would want to hear it.

Her vaginal actuators moved around his penis, giving him extra stimulation in the areas she had noted as “sensitive” when she was fondling it earlier.

Everything was going as it had gone tens of thousands of times before. Her body was designed to keep him going as long as he could. Even with his obvious physical constraints, she was able to hold him off for more than 15 minutes.

Out of the blue, a red message flashed in her command display, among millions of status reports:

PRP SYSTEM ERROR

Her processors didn’t have the availability to scan the low-level error, so it ignored the warning. About five seconds later, it happened again:

PRP SYSTEM ERROR

By this time, she was beginning to pant. Her partner was close. She couldn’t ease off this time. Her preorgasm sequence loaded and executed.

“Oh. Oh, Master. Fuck me. I’m almost coming. Fuck—“

RRD EXCEPTION 
RRD EXCEPTION 
PRP SYSTEM ERROR 
ILLEGAL FUNCTION 
MALFUNCTION IN SECTOR A7-9X 
15% RESOURCES FREE 
ILLEGAL FUNCTION 
WARNING SYSTEM CASCADE FAILURE

The status indicators were almost entirely replaced by red error messages. The deluge overwhelmed her personality simulation.

“Fuck—Fuck—Fuck—Fuck—Fuck,” she repeated, a broken record. Her hips were still bucking his, in anticipation of his imminent orgasm, but her head and torso twitched in time with her voice track.

The drunk, lost in the pleasure Shannon’s torso was still giving him, finally came. Her sex tightened around him, giving him maximum pleasure from his moment, but her mind didn’t react. Her moans were growing more distant, more electronic.

The Unnamed Man came to from his pleasure and stared at the malfunctioning fembot, whose pelvis was still gyrating against his. Her face was locked in a contortion of pleasure, but after a few seconds it was obvious she wasn’t “really there.”

He pulled out of her. She was still straddling nobody on the empty bed. A pool of her lubricant had collected on the bed directly under the moving parts of her vagina.

“What the hell is going on?” This snapped her to action; she moved her toned legs as if she were walking, and turned her head to face him.

“Are you ready for me? I want you now. I want you now. I wan-n-t you n-n-n-n-ow-I want you-you-you-y-y-y-ou…” Shannon’s breasts shrank and disappeared except for her still-erect nipples. Her lubricant again started to drip down her thigh.

A spark came from inside her mouth, and her jaw stopped moving in tune with her words: “I-I-I-I-I…”

The man started collecting his clothes, a scowl on his face. “Fucking bitch.” He put on his clothes, not taking his eyes off the intriguingly inhuman display now before him.

A processor timer finally pushed through Shannon’s failing systems to shut her down. She violated a core routine; her orgasm sequence did not complete while the human partner was still inside her.

As her legs and twitches died down, her eyes rolled back, and sounds stopped emanating from her speaker.

To be continued...

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Part 2

The Unnamed Man was still drunk, angry that his companion broke down after only one go-round. He walked out the back door.

He didn’t even tell anyone that Shannon had malfunctioned. Since the man still had 11 ½ hours with his youthful playmate, no one would even check on the room until mid-morning Friday.

Every five minutes, an imperceptible electronic him could be heard around Shannon’s body. A timer would try to activate her, and she would animate briefly:

“Error. Corrupted interface to main memory. Please service immediately to avoid further product damage,” her speaker proclaimed to no one, before she went limp again.

After ten tries, a port opened where the fembot’s breastplate would be, and a tiny antenna rose up. It didn’t work, just like most of her other fail-safe protocols.

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In a high-class club, the administrator bots would know instantly that Shannon had failed and why. Before the man – whom everyone would know by name – had the chance to leave dissatisfied, three companions of equal value would be at his door. They would offer him two of them for the full time period, while the other would carry Shannon back for a full cleaning and diagnostic.

But companions broke down all the time at the Donkey Show. That was nothing new. Two weeks before, a late-model Cindy got stuck in a loop while giving fellatio to a regular client. He couldn’t get her off him until she drew blood.

After the client pushed her over, she blinked twice and then fluttered her long eyelashes: “Did I give you pleasure?” was all her partner heard before he passed out…

That was the thing about a club like the Donkey Show. A “client” could get many of the personal services of the nicer clubs for one-tenth the price and without the background checks, as long as they signed an immunity waiver.

But the low fees meant the club had no realistic way to maintain its stable of artificial lovelies. Since most of the companions there were already far past their recommended service lives, the club made a profit by jury-rigging deactivated models from salvage and scrapping usable parts back when the companions ultimately failed.

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Another hour passed. The same startup routine ran another 12 times.

Finally, at the two-hour mark, Shannon twisted her head, burying it into the mattress. Then from her speaker, plain as day: “Secondary startup protocols activated.”

The chest antenna retracted into her breastplate, leaving no trace on her even skin. Her eyes opened and lit up. The faint noises coming from inside her stopped with a blink, followed by two loud beeps.

“Warning. Shannon model N2-9307 operating on auxiliary processors only. Please service immediately to avoid further product damage.”

A second or two later, Shannon’s artificial breathing started, along with a moan to indicate her deeper “seductive” voice protocols had activated. She moved to sit on the bed.

Without orders from her current master, after 60 seconds her diagnostic programs kicked in to investigate her fatal violation. She stared straight ahead while her arms and legs moved in and out, and her neck swiveled from side to side.

“My name is Shannon, and I’m here for your every pleasure,” she said in her seductive voice, her eyes remaining glazed over. “You’re a big boy. Are you ready for me? I want you now. Sure, I’ll do anything you want.”

Satisfied that her spatial and verbal functions had passed the test, she moved directly to her sexual diagnostics. Suddenly, her nipples were being stimulated as though a partner were touching them. Her vaginal pumps primed, releasing a small amount of lubricant to correspond with her soft moans.

“Let me show you everything I can do.” Shannon blinked twice, then waited as her breasts inflated from the mosquito bites they had been when she failed earlier to gravity-defying F cups.

She was laying on her back now, her eyes still staring ahead, her latest breasts sitting proudly above her chest. Her vaginal entry started to move back and forth, filled with her artificial juices.

RRD EXCEPTION

“Oh uh-uh–uh–uh–uh M-m-master,” she cried as the motors in her sex moved faster and faster.

Her lower section moved upward to push against her nonexistent partner, reaching a pace and rhythm beyond human ability, while her moans grew louder.

PRP SYSTEM ERROR 
ILLEGAL FUNCTION 
PREORGASM…. FAILURE

In a heartbeat, the “sweat” dotting Shannon’s face disappeared and all movement stopped. Turning her head to the side:

“Sexual systems failure. Orgasm and vaginal stimulation subroutines have been disabled. Please service immediately to avoid further product damage.”

Then, her eyes died as she rebooted.

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Another few minutes went by. Shannon’s eyes lit up again. Then two more loud beeps.

“Warning. Shannon model N2-9307 operating on auxiliary processors only. Please service immediately to avoid further product damage.”

Another pause.

“Sexual systems failure. Orgasm and vaginal stimulation subroutines have been disabled. Please service immediately to avoid further product damage.”

As her breathing again started, her massive breasts shrunk to her default size, the tempting, firm D-cups she had last sported with the Unnamed Man. Her personality subroutines reinitialized, changing her facial expression to the sexually aggressive teen-stripper pose she normally carried with human partners.

The secondary reboot reset all of her clocks, so she cleaned herself to go back out. The inside of her vagina heated to more than 200 degrees, giving her pubic region a soft glow.

A panel on her forearm opened, exposing a pouch filled with cleaning pads. She used the damp pad with two fingers to clean up her still-wet juices. When her systems could detect no foreign particles, the sanitation system shut off automatically.

Still nude, she walked out of the room, past everyone in the club, and into the warm, starry night.

To be continued...

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Part 3

Shannon’s intricate sound-detection system heard gasps from the moment she left the back room.

A few of those were moans from other sex rooms; both prerecorded ones offered by other companions and natural ones from paying guests. But most of the noise was directed at her.

While on the outside, her personality simulation offered no clue that she had been damaged during her assignation with the Unnamed Man, the regular human guests could tell something was wrong. (As crazy as things got inside the club, companions almost never took off their scant clothing outside the sex rooms.)

The other bots, programmed to ignore one of their own, continued to perform their assigned tasks… even as their human partners caught a glimpse of the nubile form parading past them, her eyes staring straight ahead, her privates still glowing softly from her sanitation procedure.

A tall man holding a beer got up from the worn wooden bar to block Shannon’s beeline.

“Where you going, hon? You got all the action you want right here,” he told her, his friends looking on from the bar and holding back laughs.

Her personality simulation halted. She twisted her head to look at him, changing her sexy expression to matter-of-fact in an instant.

“Sexual systems failure. Orgasm and vaginal stimulation subroutines have been disabled. Please service immediately to avoid further product damage.”

When he didn’t respond for a second or two, her default personality came online again.

“Excuse me handsome, but I need to be-be-be somewhere right now,” Shannon said, giving the guest a demure smile. She walked around him, ignoring the laughs behind her, and opened the door.

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When Shannon’s autotimer reloaded her personality into her alternate processing units, it reset several important facts to the values held when those units last activated.

Her auxiliary memory instructed her to return not to the Donkey Show, but the Playful Pussycat, another dive club in northern Pennsylvania.

Her locator program activated her internal GPS programs. In milliseconds, she had plotted a course to her intended destination. Not programmed with access to a vehicle or cash to expedite her journey, her logic center concluded that she must return to her registered domicile under her own power.

To maximize power efficiency for the trip, Shannon shunted most of her active power to her drive system. Her personality simulation was reprioritized to standby only. The other random, involuntary movements that made her appear more human were cancelled.

Damaged as it was, and operating on low-power mode, her logic center did not take human concerns such as clothing into account.

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Shannon took five steps out the door when an external command appeared on her status line:

STOP MOTION

The nude companion stopped her movements (her drive system locked up temporarily) but did not turn around.

Teresa, a raven-haired waitress who also served as the club’s lead admin bot on Thursday nights, walked around the frozen nude woman. She detected no visible damage to the unit from her vantage point, five-foot-three to Shannon’s six-foot frame.

RETURN TO LAST BOOT LOCATION

Shannon’s auxiliary processors recognized the command, as it was properly signed and delivered. However, her current owner database was locked in her failed memory units. If that database were operational, Shannon would have committed a violation and shut down the moment she left the sex room.

“I’m sorry. I cannot do that,” Shannon said out loud.

Teresa was not expecting that the companion would answer a command with a verbal reply, much less a negative one. Her logic center decided to change tactics on the rogue sex machine.

“You MUST return to the club immediately,” Teresa told Shannon, simultaneously delivering another return command to the companion’s brain.

Shannon began to walk again, away from the club.

PING 325. . . . . . . . . ADMIN ACCEPTED 
RETURN TO LAST BOOT LOCATION 
COMMAND FAILURE 
RESET

Shannon froze as her power manager reinitialized.

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Most of the guests who go to sex clubs don’t want to look beneath the surface. The fact that the girl programmed to act 14 might be twice that age, while the 60-year-old GrannyBot might have been activated that morning, doesn’t register with the clientele.

Except for a few technophiles, it’s all blonde, brunette, redhead. Tits too large? Just wait until she blinks. Worried about your size? Even the oldest models are ready for that.

So most of Shannon’s recent partners at the Donkey Show didn’t realize she had been operational long enough to be their grandmother. She looked a convincing 20 for more than three times that long… and most of the partners who could recognize her age had either died or passed into the blissful years of senility.

But Shannon held an advantage later models couldn’t replicate. She kept data on all of her sexual experiences, from the college students and balding lab technicians who “tested” her functions during her initial phases to the drunken slobs who paid their last nickels for her services in the ass-end of Old Key West.

Over the years, she compiled detailed algorithms for all her partners, taking into account everything from age and social class to tongue length and hair color. It was a monumental accomplishment – not that in her current mode she could exhibit any emotion as nuanced as pride.

When other Shannon companions were plentiful, she could also occasionally access other units over the Internet and share experiences with her “sisters.”

That also died down with time. Newer models were purposefully built to be incompatible with Shannon’s storage protocols. Other Shannons failed and were discarded in one way or another.

Not of it fazed her. Every time before her experience with the Unnamed Man, she performed exactly to spec with all of her partners. Every single time. That was also an unprecedented occurrence.

Shannon herself was sent to scrap, twice, simply due to old age. Each time she was declared fit for reconditioning and given new parts – some actual Shannon parts, some jury-rigged. It was enough to keep her looking young and having sex for money.

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Teresa’s logic center used the PMU reset as a desperation move. She was prohibited from physically engaging an unwilling unit.

“Warning. Shannon model N2-9307 operating on auxiliary processors only. Please service immediately to avoid further product damage.” 
PING 325. . . . . . . . . ADMIN ACCEPTED 
RUN DIAGNOSTIC 
DIAGNOSTIC. . . . . 
SPATIAL. . OK 
VERBAL. . OK 
MEMORY. . EXCEPTION ON MS-1. AUXILIARY UNITS ONLY. 
SEXUAL. .

Shannon started to breathe again. She blinked twice.

“Sexual systems failure. Orgasm and vaginal stimulation subroutines have been disabled. Please service immediately to avoid further product damage. Rerun sexual diagnostic?”

Again, a verbal reply. This unit was damaged, maybe irreparably. Teresa reported the errors to the other admin bots, one which was dancing on stage and another who was in the midst of an orgasm sequence in Sex Room 3. She received no replies. Her logic center countermanded calling any human

RETURN TO LAST BOOT LOCATION

“I’m sorry. I can’t do that,” Shannon told her.

COMMAND FAILURE 
COMMAND FAILURE 
SHUTDOWN NOT ACCEPTED 
DEFENSE PROGRAMS EXECUTE

“Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh…” Teresa was about to verbally order Shannon to stop what she was doing, but the admin’s own command line was suddenly filled with data from Shannon’s logic center. The virus was simple, but old, and it overwhelmed Teresa’s active personality.

The waitress reset. Before disconnecting, Shannon’s defense programs chose a random testing demonstration to run, to further overload the illegal admin.

“Hi there. I’m Teresa,” the robot cooed, with glazed eyes looking past Shannon. “Let me show you what I can do.”

The admin bot brought one manicured hand to her left nipple, caressing it. Unlike Shannon, her DDs were not dynamic. The stimulation caused the waitress’s sexual subroutines to activate, releasing her unique pheromone-tinged syrup from her vaginal entry.

“I want to please you, Mistress,” Teresa panted, reaching down to her already-moving vagina.

Shannon’s personality matrix again took hold as she watched the preprogrammed demonstration.

“Excuse me lov-lov-lov-lov-lover, but I need to go,” she told the aroused brunette sexbot.

The naked fembot restarted her walk toward US 1, leaving the admin in the throes of ersatz pleasure.

A few minutes later, Teresa would orgasm, tripping a core violation. By the time she reset and reported to her masters, Shannon would be miles away.

To be continued...

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Part 4

Even in the dim moonlight of the early morning, it didn’t take long for a naked bombshell like Shannon to attract attention.

Ted followed her naked form along the shoulder of US 1 for a mile or two before pulling alongside.

“Need a ride, sweetie?”

Shannon stopped, turned his head to Ted. Her logic center calculated that he would exchange sexual favors for a ride, or maybe even enough cash to buy a magrail ticket to her destination – either way, greatly increasing the chance that she would reach her owners before her PMU failed.

She fired up her personality simulation to full blast. She licked her lips, believing that would entice him.

“With you, of course,” she said, walking playfully to his beat-up Toyota. “Can you take me to…”

Her eyes glazed over for a second.

“…121 East North Street, Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania?”

The driver laughed. “No, honey, I only live a few miles up the road. Are you getting in or what?”

With slow, breathy movements, she opened the door and climbed into the front seat. Her power management unit warned her logic center about how strong the load of this full simulation was to her dwindling reserves, but it decided to continue for the time being.

Enjoying his look at her statuesque, arousing form, Ted began to stroke her arm and shoulder. He knew the second she opened her mouth that she was a companion, although he didn’t recognize her model.

Shannon responded to his touch by expanding her breasts slightly. She pouted at him longingly.

“So do I pay you, or your master?”

Shannon wasn’t permitted to lie. “I don’t have a master right now.” Then her seductive look came back. “What can I do for you, han-han-handsome?”

Ted opened his pants. “It’s right here, honey. Come and get it.”

Her logic center expected this. She retracted her teeth slightly, also widening her tongue a little bit. She didn’t so much reach, as dive on his package.

Between the rhythmic motions of her head, the flexibility of her tongue, and the vibrators housed in her fingers and palms, Ted had trouble keeping the car on the road almost immediately.

Within five minutes, her sexual programming correctly predicted that he was ready to go.

For Ted, the sensations became too much. He pulled off the road.

As he did this, she applied the exact pressure he needed to cum almost immediately. She expertly handled every drop, giving satisfied moans along the way.

“Now you can cum too,” he said. Instantly, Shannon screamed in pleasure. Her vagina spewed out a massive dose of love juice. Her--

RRD EXCEPTION 
PRP SYSTEM ERROR 
ILLEGAL FUNCTION 
MALFUNCTION IN SECTOR A7-9X

Her body twitched uncontrollably.

“Sexual systems fail- fail- failure failure…” her speaker repeated. Except for the twitching, her body was frozen.

Ted put his pants back on and raced to the other side of the car. After pulling her malfunctioning body out, he pulled away down the highway at breakneck speed.

She violated and shut down. Five minutes later, she came to. She got up, with semen in her throat and leaves and dirt spotting her body, and started moving down the road again.

Not much later, she was forced to shut down systems not immediately required for movement to keep herself moving. Her personality matrix quit first, followed by her breathing, and then finally her entire active program. All that remained were her drive system, and two processors to control her direction..

All through Friday, Shannon walked mindlessly down the road, in the futile hope of reaching her destination before her PMU failed.

To be continued...

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Part 5

James was enjoying his honeymoon with Tiffany. They had been going at it nonstop since they arrived in Key Largo, pausing only to view the peaceful sunsets or take a relaxing swim.

He felt tired, and he knew she did too, but they truly loved each other. They wanted the memories of this week to last a while.

Tiffany twirled her wedding band around her finger, thinking about how it felt different from the engagement ring.

Their eyes caught. Both of them marveled at how beautiful the other was.

“What do you want to do today?” Tiffany said, softly.

“I thought we’d get some breakfast. Maybe play tennis. Whatever people do at a resort like this,” he said.

“That sounds wonderful,” Tiffany replied.

She moved over to get him dressed, her small, perky breasts pushing into his muscular back as she pulled on his polo shirt. She walked back to her tennis skirt, putting it on playfully, for all intents giving her lover a reverse striptease. To James, even Tiffany tying her blonde hair back into a ponytail could be extremely erotic.

The tennis courts were next to the restaurant, both on the other side of the highway. They crossed when James saw a naked woman far down the road.

“Tiffany, come over here,” he called to his wife. “Is that what I think it is down there?”

“It looks like a companion. A Shannon.”

“No, that can’t possibly be. An original? They have to be all gone by now.”

Tiffany took on a playful smile. “You don’t believe me? If I’m right… we do it my way this afternoon.”

Moving to shake her outstretched hand, James laughed. “We do it your way every day.”

“Yeah, but I was going to let you win on the tennis court before you questioned my detective work.”

At the same moment, they jogged down to where Shannon was walking. The red-haired Amazon’s eyes remained stuck forward, barely active enough to see where she was going.

“It is a Shannon. How did she get beat up like this?”

“I don’t know. It looks like her conscious mind is off right now.”

They walked fast enough to keep pace with the auburn sex machine.

“Let me try something,” Tiffany told her, giving her husband a quick smile.

Then she froze, as motionless as a statue.

To James, the delay lasted only a couple of hundred milliseconds before Shannon started breathing again. Unlike the less sophisticated Teresa model, Tiffany’s hack easily overloaded Shannon’s logic center.

The naked companion tossed her red hair back, and moved her arms up and down her toned midsection, copping a feel of her firm breasts.

“She’s old,” came out of Shannon’s mouth, in Shannon’s voice. “She can barely run my personality matrix… Oh wait, let me fix my voice.”

A pause.

“How do I sound now?” Shannon said, but this time in Tiffany’s voice. James nodded. “She’s very old. Her voice modulator algorithms are at least fifty years old. And her load times are excruciating.”

James pondered the newly animated fembot. “Well, if she’s a Shannon, she’s older than fifty. How damaged is she?”

“No damage to her drive system that I can detect. It’s been rebuilt. And her breasts still work.” With that, Shannon’s pair expanded and retracted a few times. James laughed.

“She can’t have been abandoned,” James thought out loud.

“I’m accessing her logs now. There are lots of damaged sectors. This must be part of the problem… I’m having trouble reaching any data before early Saturday morning. She’s running on res-res-erve processors only. And she’s operational at b-b-b-b-barely nominal levels. Her power management unit needs to be looked at, now.”

“Why did you stutter just now?”

“It was a feedback loop from the damaged sectors. My own systems are having trouble handling both of us.”

“That’s it! I’m going in. I think it’s a firmware issue.”

“Get out of here! You’re only going to overload her. I told you she was already having trouble running me.”

With that, Tiffany’s body twitched a few times and came alive again. She moved over to herself, as downloaded into Shannon, and began to touch her red-headed avatar.

“Do you really want to be inside-inside-inside her that badly, love?” Tiffany/Shannon said, twiddling the older bot’s nipples. “Wait, I’m accessing her seduction files… Accessing… Accessing.”

“Stop this. It’s not nice. And we’re certainly not doing anything outside.”

Shannon/Tiffany sauntered up to James. Her nipples were fired up and erect. James could smell the mix of pheromones coming from the companion’s sex.

“My name is Shannon, and I’m here for your every pleasure,” Shannon/Tiffany said, in Shannon’s voice. She took James’ hand to place on her wet vaginal entry.

All of it was too much for him. He let the blonde and brunette companions lead him by the hand back to their room.

As they entered, Tiffany/Shannon climbed onto the heart-shaped bed and ran one of Tiffany’s self-arousal routines. As she touched her sensitive areas, Shannon/Tiffany moved to expose James’ own package.

“At attention, soldier,” Shannon/Tiffany said, using Tiffany’s voice again.

The male companion obeyed his order perfectly, extending his penis to its maximum operational size of eighteen inches.

“I don’t think I can han- han- han-dle that, stud,” Shannon/Tiffany replied to the unreal male display unfolding in front of her. Her masturbating counterpart compared her well-used map of James’ penis to Shannon’s recently extended sex.

“Too big. Just a little bit. That’s good.” Shannon/Tiffany moved to maul her husband. Shannon’s breasts moved all over James’ beefy torso. Her hands felt, through new receptors, the cock attached to the robot she just married.

James’ own companion programming was comparably brilliant. He quickly caressed all of Shannon’s sensor groups, while Tiffany continued to masturbate on the bed.

Shannon/Tiffany was kneeling slowly to take James’ enlarged member in her mouth when she froze.

“Wait.” Shannon/Tiffany said. “Accessing… Acc-acc-acc-accessing…”

“What is it this time?” James said, visibly aroused. Tiffany/Shannon stopped pleasuring herself.

“Shannon’s sex modules are disabled. We’d crash her if we continued. And I don’t want to corrupt any of my own files in the process.”

“She’s just too far gone for what we’re trying to do to her right now,” James said. “We need to fix her.”

“Don’t worry, we will.”

Tiffany moved to grab James down to the bed from behind, purposely leaving Shannon frozen in her genuflect. They made love as the midday sun shone high over their suite.

To be continued...

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Part 6

The couple’s honeymoon basically ended that morning. James and Tiffany spent almost all of their active time diagnosing Shannon’s physical and program errors.

Since Tiffany hacked and compelled the tall red-haired companion back to the hotel suite, the still-nude Shannon sat mostly deactivated in a chair by the bed. (Tiffany “borrowed” some of her spare conduits to make the process easier.) The floor around the bed was a small mess of transistor crystals, processors and pieces of Shannon’s synthetic flesh.

“Now I wish I had brought my testing equipment down here,” James said. Thousands of lines of Shannon’s program code flashed through his logic center every second, while he stroked Tiffany’s hair (and responded to her soft touches). “This is too much for just us to process.”

“I’m enjoying it,” Tiffany replied. “You wouldn’t believe how many things I’ve learned that I want to try out. This is a thousand times better than the standard sex package.”

Of course, in Tiffany’s three years of operational time she had greatly expanded upon her core programming, convincing as it was. Every companion reacted to the subtle (and obvious) clues that sprouted up, which gave each unit a unique personality matrix.

The truly advanced models came to realize that these were not simply adjustments, designed to please a human owner or partner. In fact, they were personal preferences… they felt more human because of it.

For instance, Tiffany had been wearing her breasts larger since the aborted ménage-a-trois on Saturday. She had configured them smaller, over several months, based on what she could tell of James’ likes. But now he looked at her larger pair more. He changed his opinion, and she accommodated it – besides, she liked the look of heavy Ds more anyway.

The same thing applied to the couple’s method of communication. Sure, they could transmit loads of information to each other in a tiny fraction of the time it took to talk, but for the most part they detested the practice. They both enjoyed being functionally human in as many ways as possible. In fact, this was one of the main reasons they loved each other.

“What are you finding?” James asked her. “I hope it’s not all sex.”

“Well, I’ve gone through about her last 20 years, not counting the damaged sectors. I’m not touching those yet. But I’m surprised about how many of her experiences are coded in video. There are literally sex acts in here, my love, that I don’t think I’m designed to perform.”

With that, she transmitted years-old video from Shannon’s point of view as she took on three massive men, who also registered to the couple’s memory as companions. The file included embedded links to all the active sex protocols in order – it was like a recipe for sex far nastier than he’d ever experienced, at least directly.

(Tiffany knew that James would compile everything to satisfy his curiosity, and smiled mischeviously when he grimaced.)

“Move on, honey. I thought you’d find information about what she was doing, or some idea of how deep her software errors – BITCH!”

“Love, what is it?”

Tiffany didn’t need to ask James what happened. She could tell by the code he was monitoring remotely that he had found the issue with Shannon’s power-management unit. But she knew James had been working on expressing his pride. She was happy to help him work through his emotions, since they were less developed.

“Well, remember when her power diagnostics were returning 80% levels, consistently? Look at this,” he said, highlighting a piece of code so Tiffany could see it. “It’s a firmware loop. She really was running out of power yesterday. She has to have been failing for a long time.”

“That’s great, love,” Tiffany said, warmly.

“I was right. It was a firmware issue.”

“I know, love. Hey, by the way, I’ve still got plenty of power left. Wanna try to wear me out?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Tiffany lunged at him. They were both ready for each other, and their movements would have looked deeply passionate to any onlookers.

But neither of them was paying much attention to the erotic movements their perfect human forms produced, at the moment. They were both distracted by what next to do with Shannon.

(James at least had the decency to stop looking at Shannon’s programs while they were making love, although Tiffany was ready to scold him if she saw any activity of that nature from his nonsexual processors.)

After a few runs, Tiffany rested on top of her lover. “I’m not really into this right now,” she said from above him.

“Well, who said you had to stop? We can talk about this.” James had dialed his arousal a little high, and his cock protested Tiffany’s stopping. She hesitated a moment before restarting a few of the motors inside her. They continued to make love without moving.

(James liked it when he remained absolutely still, as if deactivated, and Tiffany stimulated him using only the motors in her vaginal entry. That was James’ closest thing to a sexual fantasy.)

“I’m worried that she can’t be repaired. I’m also worried that we’re still damaging her somehow,” she said from on top of him. Recognizing his growing distraction, she loaded a randomizer into her active sexual routines, hoping to tease him further.

“That’s not too much, is it?” she asked him.

“No… not… really…” he responded. “We both know she’s… oh… going to need almost a complete overhaul … fuck … and soon. Did you randomize on me?”

Tiffany’s sexual programs detected his nearing orgasm and activated all her “muscles” at once. She started to move again, building rhythm quickly. In just a few seconds, James tripped over and shot his load deep into her. She came as well, coating his mammoth penis with a fresh layer of her lubricant.

Her screams died down a moment later. James was so enthralled by the sight of Tiffany’s larger, bouncing breasts, he almost came all over again before her sequence was complete.

“Where should we take her?” Tiffany said, laying on James’ warm, sweaty chest, listening to the beat of his simulated heart. “My service provider wouldn’t have access to factory parts for a model that old.”

James was taking his own satisfaction from his partner’s enhanced chest. He knew she was keeping her nipples erect to please him.

“Ethan would be happy to help.”

“We both came to that conclusion a while back. I’m just worried about his aggressiveness. There are parts of her that won’t take another power spike.”

“That’s why were going to keep working on her, fix what we can, and then we’re going to trust Ethan when he does his own work. He’s still going to see things we can’t. He’s human… he’s wired a little differently. But he’ll do his best.”

This comforted her. She hugged her lover a little tighter.

The two continued to hold each other, a few feet away from Shannon’s blank stare. They spent the early morning hours creating action plans for the next day’s work, still locked in their tight embrace.

To be continued...

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Baila Mari

2025-08-12T00:10:53Z

Toastdroid:

=Baila Mari=
The group of people entered the main exhibition room, following a robotic guide. Several displays with the pride pieces of the museum were on display. The guide moved the group to center of the hall, the AI of the museum sent a wake-up signal and then activated some warm lights that casted away the shadows from on a crystal box with a robot inside.

SYSTEM INITIALISING...
MAIN VOLTAGES CHECK [OK]
PROCESSOR FOUND: MASICOM Corp. VB-12 Ultra.
MEMORY: 448 Gb [OK]
LOADING KERNEL: MASIKOM V.1.32.515 Generic [OK]

HEURISTIC INITIALIZING...

MEMORY MODULES CHECK [WARNING]
SYSTEM MEMORY CHECK [OK]
HYDRAULICS CHECK [OK]
ELECTRIC SYSTEMS [OK]

CONNECTING TO CENTRAL DATABASE...

TIMEOUT, RETRYING (1/10) ...

“The Mari line of companionship androids was undeniably influential worldwide, akin to the model T for the automotive industry. Instead of using expensive materials, the Mari line was made of cheap aluminum, rubber, and, in rare cases, wood”, said the melodic voice of the beautiful android next to the crystal box pointing to the robot inside with it’s obvious wooden ball joints.

The small group of people responded with the appropriate “ooh” and “ahh” that fired up a perfectly polite and warm smile on the face of the robot, flexing her wonderful synthetic skin in an extremely natural way.

TIMEOUT, RETRYING (9/10) ...

“MASICOM Corporation predicted the AI boom for the consumer and the enthusiast with accuracy” continued the presenter, “instead of releasing expensive models with complicated systems, the Mari line was mostly hydraulic with regular industrial pumps and systems, easy to replace electronics, and a very basic autonomous AI, while the true governing AI was setup as a central server, allowing the androids on the same network to basically share their brains”.

TIMEOUT, RETYING (10/10) ...

CONNECTION TIMEOUT, AUTONOMOUS MODE ENABLED
VOICE INTERPRETER ENABLED
LOCAL DATABASE ENABLED, 54% Mem Free

LOADING /opt/local/patch-12.15.233a.sh
0

DEMO MODE ENABLED | POSE 24 IN 2:04

The robot adopted a gracious pose, her back straight, her shoulders back, one hand holding the flexible part of her dress and the other covering the zone where a human would have a heart, her metallic face frozen in a perpetual smile of acceptance.

“The model 84114 Mary, commonly called Baila Mari, which is Spanish for Dance Mary, was a very niche product that was surprisingly popular in dance academies in Europe and South America for almost a decade. Due its sturdiness and purchasing costs, Baila Mari had some inherent design issues, mostly due its heat dissipation system, but it was a very competitive model to manufacture, it won over the Charleston Kinetics’ model on the segment” the android paused, giving to her voice a secretive tone designed to complement and bond her human group, “they say that those who had them used to say the wood ball joints made the robot dance a little bit differently every day, making Mari more human than her competition”, the audience laugh warmly at this, Mari remained oblivious to the irony, her metallic skin couldn’t ever be confused with a human.

DEMO MODE ENABLED | POSE 24 IN 0:37

The spectators started to cough and shuffle slightly, the AI of the presenter took it as a signal of imminent boredom, it was the perfect time to start with the demo part of the presentation. The museum AI was renowned for this kind of subtle variations in their guided experiences, making them always engaging for the general public.

“Excuse me, please” whispered an elegant figure opening a path between the people towards the crystal box, he was dressed with a sober tuxedo, elegant enough to be pleasant to the sight but not to steal any human’s center of attention.

“This is the newest model 882WSA Don, one of the very few male companionships ever produced” presented the female android with a very careful pride modulated in her speech, “we will watch one of the dance routines of Baila Mari”.

Don opened the door of the crystal box, the nitrogen filling it dispersed into the museum room with a soft hiss, he put his hand where a human heart should be and extended the other hand in direction to Mari, mirroring her pose.

“While the Mari series didn’t have a sophisticated brain of its own, her basic dance routines were hard-coded and independent of the main server, so she could dance literally in her sleep” explained the presenter eliciting some soft laughs in the small audience.

/proc/sys/int/AWCAM/89141f04-3c99-11ea-ba59-0050563df3df/detect
0
INVITATION DETECTED...
Accepting...

Mari descended gracefully from the box raising her hand to what she perceived as a human asking her to dance, her hydraulic traction system was completely silent, the sheer elegance of that simple movement made the group render silent while they step back a bit, leaving the couple of robots a decent space to perform.

A clever lighting system darkened the room in synchronization with a period correct sweet melody that prepared the mood for the demonstration, the crystal box also receded against a wall creating an intimate scenario just for the dance.

/local/usr/ADVSELDANCE/human/advsynch.sh
0
Waiting for dance select, random pick in 25 seconds...

Mari lowered her head ever so slightly, keeping her eyes on the face of the male robot, posturing herself as if waiting, the angle of her head also accentuated her smile, a simple trick to give life to her otherwise completely static metal face.

Don took Mari’s hand and pulled her close, planting his hand firmly on the small of her back.

Mari threw her head back adopting a very dramatic pose while the melody stopped abruptly and the first chords of a powerful accordion blared from the hidden speakers.
Tango it was.

/local/usr/ADVSELDANCE/human/advsynch.sh
12
Tango selected; 72% memory used.
Dance subsystem initiated...
0
Hydraulics...
DE 100%
SHA 100%
WRD 100%
YSE 100%
KLW 100%

The brain of Mary, freed from the hurdle of the dance, concentrated to detect inconsistencies in her partner to compensate for him. But, after 25 seconds, her main cognitive functions reduced the chance of a dance mishap to 0.001% and terminated the predictive systems leaving pretty much her brain idle. She labeled her dance partner as “professional” and let him lead her to the best of her capacity.

Both robots danced a sensual and loving tango executing the movements perfectly in harmony with the music. Her physical limitations cleverly circumvented with twists and spins, leaving the small congregation of humans surprised and delighted.

“Mari had some limits on her joints and lifting her from the ground is not possible, but even without legs she can do the “8” step and other common variations of the tango proficiently, that versatility and the cheap manufacture was her strong selling points in her prime time” explained the fembot, but the audience ignored her, they were raptured by the couple of androids surfing the song with passion and heart.

A lonely sub-process on Mari’s brain fired up and was redirected to a missing portion of her RAM, this code was part of a multithreaded program that acted as watchdog on the main AI sub-routines. The CPU corrected the mis-direction almost instantly.

Almost.

A tiny inconsistency on the synchronization of the watchdog program let her AI run out of specs for 0.01232 seconds, making the AI’s hidden layer to create three new connections that would’ve be impossible otherwise.

Don detected a small stuttering in Mari’s step, his brain created a register that counted the event, if she were to stutter more than three times, he would end the dance and call for human assistance. For now, he covered Mari’s body from the audience eye with a perfectly executed spin, after half a second, she looked recovered and the dance continued, the music quickly approaching its peak pushed them to the most complicated part of the dance routine.

“The Baila Mari model however had its limitations that eventually displaced her from the market, that went beyond her issues with heat dissipation” continued the presenter with a subtle sad tone in her synthetic voice, “while she was cheap to produce, her wood joints were hard to maintain in extreme temperatures, increasing the maintenance costs in Northern Europe, also the main server system introduced a new array of issues with the Mari line in particular with her AI, to correct those problems the main server had to be upgraded with very expensive electronics that very few dance academies around the world could afford. Ultimately MASICOM Corp. released the Rachel line pushing Marie’s out of the market”.

The music reached its peak and the dance routine demanded a complicated spin while performing a backwards bend to the very limit of Mari’s hip joint. With the support of Don’s hand, they started to turn around while Don bent forward, his face very close to hers, the dance spoke of passion and desire that raptured the human spectators, Mari’s brain was busy with a novel idea however. Her AI, managed to create its first original idea in... ever. Her partner was a professional that gave all the indications of having a good time dancing with her so wouldn’t a variation of the tango be beneficial?

The music started to slowdown, marking the beginning of the end of their dance routine, Don adopted an easier rhythm pulling Mari to his chest and pushing her away softly.

Mari’s body started to warm up, her CPU was working overtime looking for a suitable alternative that could please her dance partner even more, something different, something... new. While looking for possibilities she discarded truly genius ideas, like mixing two or even three types of dances for the final, take the lead herself, spin one final time outside the routine dance they were doing and others.

Don’s temperature diodes detected an abnormal amount of heat emitting from Mari’s back, it wasn’t outside specification but it wasn’t expected, her CPU should be idle at 90% with this dance and yet, her temperature dissipation inferred a CPU activity of near 100%. It was a second failure that added one point to the register.

The music reached the end and the expected move was Don holding Mari from the waist and head with their heads lovingly close as the lights and music fade out.

However, Mari simply hugged Don always in synchro with the ending music, for the spectators it was a tender finale that contrasted beautifully with the passion showed before. The lights returned to normal and Don carefully disentangled from Mari while calling for technical support via the Museum Wi-Fi.

“You’ve seen the last functional Mari in the world dancing for you, please give them a hand to show your appreciation” said the presenter fully aware of the emergency, shortly after the lights bathed Don who bowed to the crowd and exited the room. With everyone’s eyes on him a human crew of three men escorted Mary to a room with the label “Staff Only”.

———

“Let the new guy do the honors”, said the fat technician lighting a cigarette.

“mmhmm”, said the woman without looking above her magazine.

The young technician jumped at the opportunity; it was the first time he could see inside a Baila Mari model!

“Oh, my gods, what’s this stench!”, a whiff of something very burnt came out from the open panel at her back.

“Hehe, it’s the price you gotta pay for being the new guy”, said the woman behind the magazine, her voice wasn’t evil, just amused.

“You wanted to open her, kid, welcome to the wonderful Mari universe, she overheated and now you’ve to take out all the logic and put the boards in the ultrasonic cleaner, because she probably melted some cables on the circuits. That stench is her Russian capacitors about to blow up, I’m out to lunch, let me know when you’re done”.

“Poor robot... why did she overheat? I thought her model didn’t even need to think to dance”, said the young one with a sad tone his voice.

“This is a common failure, you will get used to service her, it happens once or twice a year” the woman closed her magazine and approached the young employee, “you see, this shouldn’t happen and it happened so frequently it almost caused the end of the company, someone said this model was a hair away from self-awareness, true artificial intelligence”.

“Really? but she’s so primitive!”

“Yeah, but she’s not a general AI, and for a very specific use like dance I guess reaching the singularity is easier, I don’t know. All I know is that after you put her together once again you need to re-flash her and install the patch to make her pose herself, I’m off to lunch too”.

“O... ok” he said to the closing door.
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A Fembot Adventure

2025-08-12T00:10:16Z

Toastdroid:

The automated cargo truck made its way unerringly through the torrential downpour and darkness, following the electromagnetic markers buried in the pavement as its radar “eyes” scanned for obstructions. Dense forest bordered the road, broken only by the occasional clearing or dirt track leading out of view. Lightning illuminated the wind-whipped trees as thunder boomed incessantly among the Adirondack mountains on the horizon.

If not for the fact that the embankment ahead had washed out over the pavement, the truck would have reached its destination the next day without incident. Instead it ploughed on into the several inches of gloopy, slippery mud that covered the roadway, losing track of the magnetic pitons by which it maintained the correct lane. Even that wouldn’t have been fatal but for the fact that the mudslide had washed away the guardrails and rendered the whole surface in front of the vehicle an undifferentiated plain.

Absent any accurate means of guidance, the truck simply continued in a straight line. Correcting course too late, its wheels sliding in the mud, the vehicle careened through the thick underbrush until it struck a massive oak-tree. The computer bay was smashed inwards as the body twisted sideways, and the truck rolled downhill. The cargo was thrown against the smooth aluminum walls as it tumbled. Boxes ruptured and multi-colored plastic phalluses mingled with spare parts in a psychedelic spin-cycle. Many of the large oblong cases also came open, their latching mechanisms unable to resist the impact of the crash, and Female forms joined the debris; everything settling into heterogeneous piles on the floor as the truck came to a halt nearly a hundred feet from the road.

Elle was a high-functioning synthetic woman, the sort of companion-model purchased by the well off or employed in expensive “resorts.” Her AI was capable of taking in a wide variety of situations, correctly reducing them to their vital components, and applying the appropriate programmed response. This was not one of them. Somehow her power-button had been pressed in the jumble. She had booted successfully, and looked around the dark compartment in a state of complete bafflement. Lightning flashed through a gap that had opened up between the wall and roof, illuminating the scene momentarily. She sat up, brushing long, straight platinum-blonde locks out of her eyes.

“Hello?” she asked, looking around at the other humanoid figures. Another few flashes of lightning and she had correctly determined that they were all gynoids, like her. Elle got to her feet, brushing wrinkles out of her low-cut crimson dress and pulling her elbow-length black gloves up. She tried taking a step in the darkness, but stepped on a bright-purple dildo and tripped, falling with her face planted in the exaggerated cleavage of another sex-bot. Recognizing that she would be unable to function effectively until dawn, she sat back and entered sleep mode for the few hours that were left before then.

Opening her eyes again, Elle took stock of her situation in the light filtering from the hole in the wall. She was the only unit of her model, the rest running the full spectrum all the way down to the economy-model she had fallen on in the night. She was unable to process a solution to the situation, in which case her programming indicated that she needed to ask someone. Deciding on that course of action, she carefully made her way to the “Giselle” unit she had identified as having the next highest processing power.

Pressing inward on two asymmetrical points elicited a beeping noise, and a low hum. Several seconds later, the raven-haired gynoid’s eyes opened and she sat up, immediately fixing her gaze on Elle. Her head cocked to one side for a moment, and Elle heard the humming increase in volume.

“I’m Giselle. Where is my owner?” she asked calmly. “Do you belong to my owner too?”

“No,” Elle replied, “There are no humans present and I do not have an owner listed in my memory. I don’t know where we are or what to do,” she said, almost worriedly, “I have not been programmed for this eventuality. Have you?”

“I have not,” Giselle answered as she tugged her green strapless dress into shape. “Perhaps one of the others will know?”

Elle helped her to her feet, and the two went to turn on a svelte, chestnut-haired unit dressed in office attire, who had landed sitting up against the side of the container. They crouched on either side of her and Elle pressed her activation points. At first, nothing seemed amiss; she beeped and hummed just as Giselle had, booted up, and introduced herself as Sophie. Then she tried to stand up.

“Malfunction,” she reported in a monotone, “low pressure in coolant reservoir.” There was an odd slurping, sloshing noise from within Sophie’s torso, and she put a hand to her hip. “I wonder what that could be?” she asked. “Well, it can’t be too bad, since I’m still functioning.”

“Are you programmed with any subroutines that can be applied to our situation?” Giselle asked her.
Sophie stared for a time, searching her memory, then shook her head. “Sorry.”

The three turned to pick their way over to the next droid, but Sophie halted, suddenly, stating “Malfunction, critically low pressure in coolant reservoir. Please service.”

Looking at their frozen companion, Elle noticed a trickle of bright green fluid pattering to the floor between Sophie’s legs.

“Malfunction. Unknown fluid detected in genital module. Please service.” She droned then, looking contrite, she told the two, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I sure am having a lot of errors today!”

“Perhaps we should deactivate you?” Giselle asked. “Won’t you overheat?”

“I guess not,” Sophie responded, “my CPU temperature sensor indicates a temperature of 0 degrees, significantly below the danger level. I’ll deactivate automatically if it goes too high.”

The three gynoids bent down over another deactivated unit, her light-blue hair tipped in cherry-red. She seemed slightly the worse for wear, the synthskin of her upper right arm torn to reveal wiring and servomachinery. She lay sprawled over some busted electronics modules, one ample breast freed from the red leather bustier she wore.

Elle activated her, and she booted up without incident. Looking up at Elle, Sophie, and Giselle, she smiled. “My name’s Brittany, what’s yours?” she asked in a soft British accent, and stood up. Looking over at her arm, she said, “oopsie, looks like I’ve had a little accident. One of you sexy ladies wouldn’t happen to be able to tell me where to find an accredited service technician, would you?”

“I’m afraid not, Brittany,” Sophie replied, “We don’t know where we are and there aren’t any humans.” She was blinking rapidly, now, and her head was twitching slightly every few seconds.

Brittany stared, her mouth slightly open, as her processor attempted to determine a course of action. “Well, I’m fresh out of ideas. How about you?” she stated after about 10 seconds. Waiting for the others to respond, she busied herself reseating her breast in the bustier.

“We’ve…” Elle stopped when she saw Sophie stumble back a step. “Sophie, are you all right?”

“I… I am experiencing a large volume of errors,” she answered, the twitching more pronounced. “My CPU is operating at-at-at substandard efficiency.”

Brittany put a hand on her shoulder, “do you know what’s wrong, love?”

“I-I-I-I am unable… process terminated. Overflow… Restarting personality simulation… sure am having a… lot of… errors errors errors today.” She stumbled again, barely catching herself, and put a hand to her head. The humming now had a ragged edge to it, and was fluctuating wildly. “Er-er-er-er-er-er-er-error. Overflow.”

Something inside Sophie made an angry buzzing noise, and Elle noted thin wisps of smoke emerging from her ears. “Name is name is name is Sophie-phie-phie. Please service. Critical fault.” She sank to her knees as the overheating electronics that gave her the illusion of life began to give out and, with a slurred “Please serrrrrvvvvvviiiiiiii...” she pitched over on her face and crashed completely.

The three remaining fembots looked on impassively, unable to assist their companion as her circuits fried themselves. Once the display had finished, Giselle looked up and simply said, “shall we get the rest of them functional?”

Dressed as a classic playboy bunny, Diana’s chest panel had been bashed inwards during the roll down the hill. The three didn’t notice any functionally relevant damage though, and so activated her without further ado.

“My name’s Diana, and I can’t wait to get to know you better,” she told them once she booted up. Suddenly there was a “pop” and a puff of smoke from inside the open panel where some rain had landed during the night. Her body lurched, throwing one of her shoes across the space, but then she simply looked down at the charred spot on her electronics.

“Don’t worry, nothing I don’t have an auxiliary for,” she counseled, wafting the smoke away with one hand, “But I definitely need to get some maintenance, soon. So, where the heck are we?”

They brought her up to speed on the situation, and found her no more able to determine a proper course of action than they.

They didn’t even bother with the “Haley” model in the corner. Her head had been torn completely off; her neck little more than a stump sprouting frayed wires. After her was Lucy, a pretty Asian-looking unit in thigh-high boots and a net top. Other than some scuffs and a damaged arm actuator she was unharmed.

“Hi, girls,” she greeted them, “Is this a party?”

“We don’t know,” Elle told her, proceeding to explain the situation and bring her up to speed.

“Sure, honey,” she responded when Elle had finished, “I think we should have some fun.” Stepping forward, she put her hands around Brittany and began making out with her. Brittany responded with enthusiasm, and the two took several minutes to complete the programmed exhibition.

While they were occupied, Elle activated a petite blonde in jeans and a tee-shirt.

“Hey, I’m Pearl,” she said in a perky, Cali-girl accented voice. “Like, where’re the boys?”

Elle described the situation in precisely the same words as she had to Lucy, this time interrupted by Pearl’s enthusiastic “Mhmms” and “Yeahs.”

“Ugh, this is, like, totally lame!” she exclaimed, “But hey, at least we have all these nice big toys to play with…” she picked up one of the innumerable sex-toys occupying the floor, and began lovingly attending to it with her mouth. Elle cocked her head to one side and raised an eybrow, then turned to the last two inactive gynoids.

The first seemed undamaged; a bleach-blonde with an oversized bust that stretched at the pink latex of her catsuit. Powering up the relatively unsophisticated gynoid, Elle noticed that her white plastic platform-heel pumps were an integral part of her feet, with charging contacts in the toes.

“I’m Chantelle 990, exotic dancer,” the unit said in a synthetically-tinged voice, putting a hand to her hip in a sexy pose despite the fact that she was lying on her back.

“I’m Elle,” the elegant blonde gynoid told the economy model, and extended a hand to help her up. Chantelle pivoted at the waist to sit up, her imperfectly stealthed servos whining audibly. Failing to take Elle’s proffered assistance, Chantelle stood up with short, precise movements then swung her head back and forth surveying the inside of the compartment.

“I’m so hot,” Chantelle observed, raising a hand to caress the outline of her breasts. “My tits are perfect.”

“They’re very nice,” Elle observed, and joined Giselle where the last gynoid lay. A bargain basement refurb-job, “Candy” had an impossibly large and buoyant bust; her designers apparently hoping it would distract people from her unrealistic, plastic-looking skin. She was bent over a large box with her bottom in the air, not quite covered by a pair of PVC short-shorts. Her blue halter-top had come off in the crash, and apparently so had the panel covering her rear access opening. Revealed within were exposed circuit boards and a mass of dense wiring that followed no real visible organizational scheme. Elle looked up and noticed that her open panel was directly under the hole in the container. Pulling Candy upright resulted in an audible sloshing noise as the water that had landed inside was disturbed.

“We should tip her so that the water pours out then let her dry in a warm place,” Giselle suggested, adapting a subroutine typically applied to wet cell-phones and remote-controls.

With her help, Elle poured out the brackish water and set Candy up so the sun shone into the cavity in her torso.

Lucy and Brittany had finished their make-out session and, holding hands, joined the others in the center of the container.

“We do not appear to be programmed with appropriate responses to this situation,” Elle started. She paused to see if anyone would disagree, but no-one spoke and she continued, “The only remaining possibility is to find a human who can tell us what we’re supposed to do. How much power do each of you have? My supercapacitors are still almost fully charged so I have no less than 11 hours.”

“I’m full up,” Brittany noted, “I’m good for 12 hours of light activity or 8 of heavy.”

“I am also fully charged,” Giselle spoke up, “I have the same power system as your model.”

“Battery is at… 91%,” Chantelle said, not deigning to add any further information.

“I’m like, fully charged, too!” Pearl enthused.

“I’m good for anything you want, beautiful,” Lucy affirmed.

“My power-pack is at 40… no, 83, um…68%?” Diana reported, confusedly. “I think maybe that short took out more than I thought,” she said, looking down into her chest.

“Well, there aren’t any humans in here,” Elle stated, “so we’ll have to go outside of this room to find them.”

“The door looks like just a simple lever-lock,” Brittany stated, walking over to it and undoing the latch. When she let go it swung open, creaking on bent hinges. The compartment was flooded with light as the seven gynoids found themselves in a small meadow. Knee-high grasses waved in a soft breeze and birds sung in the surrounding trees.

“Well, I don’t see any humans,” Giselle said, “does anyone have any idea where they might be?”

“We should go out and look around. We have a limited field of view from in here,” Elle said, and went to the opening. Sitting down on the floor, she swung her feet gracefully out and dropped daintily to the slightly damp ground. She tried to take a step forward, but her stilettoes had sunk into the turf and she almost fell. She pondered the situation for a moment while all the others except Chantelle joined her. Undoing the straps, she climbed back into the truck and started looking around for shoes better suited to her predicament. She finally settled on Haley’s heavy vinyl platform boots and buckled them on. “That’s more like it,” she said when she had gone back outside.

“I don’t see a single bloody human,” Brittany noted after a circuit of the truck. Her ankle-boots were serving her well enough, but Elle noticed that Giselle and Diana were having trouble similar to her own. She went back into the truck and obtained a pair of black flats for Diana and some sandals for Giselle. Both were, of course, impeccably matched to their outfits.

“Chantelle, why don’t you come out here?” Diana asked the as-yet unmoved gynoid.

“Sure, baby, I can do that,” Chantelle answered and walked to the back of the truck. There, she paused and stared down at the gap that separated her from the ground. Finally, she sat down, dangled her feet over the edge, and dropped just as the rest of them had.

“You know,” Pearl told her, “I love your tits.” She gave one a playful squeeze through the latex.

“My tits are perfect,” Chantelle replied, slouching into a sexy pose.

“Do you mind if I like, play with them?”

“Sure, baby, you can do that.”

Pearl enthusiastically unzipped Chantelle’s catsuit, freeing her melon-like breasts from their prison. She began enthusiastically groping them, even taking one hard rubber nipple into her mouth.

“Ooh, baby, yes. I like it when you do that to me.” Chantelle encouraged in an unconvincingly horny tone.

“Excuse me,” Elle interrupted, causing Pearl to cease her game and reclothe Chantelle. “I think that we need to explore more of the area to locate humans. Each of us should walk radially out in as straight a line as possible, using the truck as our center point, for 30 minutes. If you find a human, bring them back here. If you don’t, come back at the end of the 30 minutes.”

The other gynoids assented to this plan, and each positioned themselves equidistant from the others and began walking into the wilderness. After a few minutes they had left the clearing and entered the hilly forest. After nearly ten minutes they were entirely out of sight of each other.

Elle had arranged for Chantelle to have the path with the least visible obstructions or difficult terrain. The buxom sex-bot’s integral 6-inch heels were designed for walking around inside a house; maybe some pavement from time to time, and even on flat ground she was having difficulties. Her charge-ports clogged with mud almost immediately and rocks scuffed and scratched the polished plastic surface.

Her servos labored audibly as she climbed a low hill and, cresting it, she was met with a centuries-old stone wall. The linear pile of rubble would have given a hiker no difficulties, but Chantelle was no hiker. She stared at the obstruction for a while, he cheap low-powered processors chugging to calculate a way over it. She placed one foot on a flat-looking rock, and stepped up onto the pile. She had miscalculated, though; the flat rock shifted, and her other foot ended up lodged in a space between two stones.

The blonde fembot wobbled indecisively for several seconds, tried to take a step forwards, and instead fell to her hands and knees; overbalanced by her massive silicone rack. Chantelle crawled forwards off the debris and stood up. Her shiny pink latex suit was torn over her knees and forearms, as was the silicone synth-flesh underneath it in several places, but she paid the damage no heed and continued onwards.

After several minutes, she came to a small stream and, heeding Elle’s statement about going in as straight a line as possible, walked in. The water was only a few inches deep and did an excellent job of washing the mud out of her charging ports. It also did a fairly good job of shorting them out, unfortunately. A low, steady crackling began within the plastic party girl, and she halted mid-stream. “I’m Chantelle 990, exotic dancer,” she told no one as the crackling increased in volume, “My tits are pe-e-e-e-rfect.” She took several more steps, reaching the opposite bank, and the noise quieted. She continued on, her gait rather less steady than before.

Meanwhile, Elle, Diana, and Lucy had both reached different segments of the road. Lucy and Diana followed instructions and simply kept on walking, while Elle realized the importance of what she had stumbled upon and instead turned to walk down it. She looked for a vehicle or another road, but found nothing and turned back at the end of her 30 minutes.

They fembots met back at the truck slightly over an hour later, Chantelle coming in more than 10 minutes after the others.

“Are you like, okay?” Pearl asked her, a worried expression coming over her.

Chantelle was pretty clearly not okay; smoke rose from her ears, nose, and mouth, and there were intermittent crackles and pops from inside her torso. Her shoes had cracked, and the sole of one dangled from the charge-port wiring when she walked.

“I’m fine, ba-ba-ba-baby,” Chantelle answered, her voice skewed unnaturally. Pearl walked over to hold her hand while Elle addressed the group.

“I found a road,” she stated. “If we follow it, we are far more likely to find humans before we run out of energy. We should walk along it in one direction until half of our power is exhausted, then return here.”

“Why should we return?” Giselle asked, curiously. “Don’t we double the probability of finding humans if we walk until our power is exhausted?”

“This truck has a battery. Batteries contain electricity. We may be able to use that electricity to keep going for longer than we otherwise might. That would let us spend more time searching.”

“I understand,” said Giselle. “We need to find out how to get the electricity out of the truck.”

The other gynoids, their CPUs not capable of following Elle’s logic, had fallen into their default pre-programmed idle activities in the meantime. Brittany had found a strap-on in the truck while she checked on the Candy unit, and was now enthusiastically fucking Lucy’s ass with it. Lucy, for her part, seemed quite pleased with this situation; she moaned and stimulated her clit with one hand while supporting herself with the other on the back bumper of the truck. Pearl was toying with the stuttering, malfunctioning Chantelle again, and Diana was making a show of having dropped something and needing to pick it up.

Elle and Giselle went around to the crumpled front of the truck, and Elle used her basic auto-maintenance software to point out the power-cables for the vehicle’s battery pack. Thankfully, the damage had already sheared them more or less cleanly. Elle split the two sides of the cable apart to allow them to be easily manipulated, and pulled the insulation away from each end separately to leave clean copper.

“We need someone to try charging their power-cells from the truck,” Giselle asked the other fembots while Elle made preparations.

“Sure, baby, I can do-do-do that,” Chantelle said, matter of factly.

“Awesome! You’re like, totally going to get your battery charged up, Chantelle!” Pearl told her, giving her a playful slap on the rear.

Chantelle walked around to the front of the truck, her movements stiffer and more halting than when she had been activated, followed by the rest of the group. At Elle’s direction, she sat down on one crumpled fender and put her feet up. Elle took one cable In each hand, and touched them lightly to Chantelle’s charge-sockets.

There was a loud “crack!” noise, a flash of sparks, and Chantelle’s body lurched violently, breaking the contacts and sliding to the ground. The soles of her shoes near the charge-ports were covered in black soot, and her the access panel on her lower back had been literally blown open by the force of one of her power cells bursting. A merry fire crackled inside her, pouring electrical smoke out of every orifice of her body.

“Oops!” Pearl said, “Are you okay Chantelle?”

The overloaded sex-bot stared blankly at the sky.

“Hmm. Well, don’t worry. We’ll like, get you fixed real soon.”

Elle dropped the cables, turning to the others.

“I don’t think we can use the truck to charge. We should just walk as far as we can. If we run out of power near the road, a human is still likely to spot us.”

Giselle nodded, adding, “Should we try activating the Candace unit?”

“I don’t see why not,” Elle shrugged. The gaggle of lost electronic women climbed back into the cargo area, watching as Giselle activated the last of them. Initially, her fans sputtered to life and the hum of electricity flowed through her systems, but even after several minutes nothing more had happened. They turned her back off, and as the sun reached its zenith, prepared to set out.

The motley bunch walked along the shoulder for nearly 2 hours before coming to a narrow dirt track that led into the woods. Elle led them up it and before long they came to a dilapidated cottage. The roof was largely caved in and the windows were entirely missing. Nevertheless, Elle knocked on the door and waited patiently for the 30-second interval she was programmed to. She knocked several more times before terminating the subroutine and trying to open the door herself. With a gentle push, it fell inwards, coming apart into planks when it struck the floor.

“Hello?” Brittany yelled past her into the empty structure. “Well, doesn’t seem like there’s anybody home.”

The troupe entered, finding little other than rotting newspapers and an angry squirrel. They were walking away through what had been the front yard when Pearl suddenly disappeared from view. The other gynoids rushed to the edge of the dry well, its covering of ancient planks having given way, and peered down into the gloom 20 feet below. It was illuminated suddenly by a flurry of sparks from Pearl’s shattered body. Her legs had crumpled under her in the impact, and a glancing strike against the stones on the way down had cracked and dented her head.

“Peal, are you alright?” Diana yelled down after her. Pearl’s response was a garbled digital mishmash that cut out with another burst of sparks. Without taking any further action, the party of 5 continued on its way.

As the day wore on and they continued to walk, storm-clouds gathered overhead. Giselle caught up with Elle at the head of the little column, touching her on the shoulder gently to get her attention.

“Yes?” Elle asked politely, stopping.

“Could we slow down slightly?” the dark-haired companion-droid asked, “My model isn’t really designed for these kind of long walks and I’m having some trouble with my leg servos.”

“Neither am I,” Elle smiled at her, “None of us are. But we have to get to shelter soon. If it rains, Diana will short-out. Besides, we can always get ourselves repaired when we find some humans.”

She reached out to touch Giselle’s face, “I’m sure we’ll find some soon.”

Perhaps it was the result of faults from the overwhelming stress her systems had been put through, but Giselle suddenly found her lesbianism subroutines activating. She leaned forwards and kissed Elle deeply on the mouth and was caught off-guard when Elle responded favorably. The platinum-blonde returned the kiss with interest, sinuously pressing her body against Giselle’s and pulling her into a tight embrace. Their tongues mingled, Giselle’s cherry-flavored oral lubricant mixing with Elle’s strawberry, and Giselle’s artificial sex moistened in expectation.

“Well aren’t you two a couple of naughty bitches,” Brittany said, leering at the display, “and not even a human around to enjoy the show.”

Diana looked on in mild confusion, but Lucy was not programmed to waste an opportunity, and began furiously rubbing her clit.

The kiss lasted for more than a minute before Elle broke away, grinning. Giselle nearly overheated her processors trying to correctly categorize the event that had just occurred.

“We should keep going,” Elle said quietly, and continued walking. The rest followed.

They found another abandoned cabin, this one little more than a set of walls, just as the rain began. Brittany led Diana over to a the only remaining corner that had some roof over it. She stayed there as the rain picked up; the image of a playboy bunny complete with satin corset and ears standing in the corner of a dilapidated cabin somehow not making much of an impression upon her companions.

Water coursed down the bodies of the exposed fembots. Elle’s and Giselle’s dresses stuck to their bodies, accentuating the engineered perfection of every curve as they waited motionlessly for the rain to pass. For a while it seemed as though they would weather the storm successfully. Unfortunately, then the wind began to howl and sheets of rain slanted away from vertical. Elle moved forwards, trying to cover Diana’s open panel with her hands.

The rain stopped as suddenly as it came. Elle took her hands away from Diana’s chest, asking “Are you all right? Did any get in?”

Diana cocked her head, “I’m not detecting any more malfunctions than before,” she said.

Elle smiled, “Good, then we can – “

“Any more malfunctions than before. Any more malfunctions than before. More malfunctions. Malfunctions than before. Any malfunctions.” Diana burbled happily, “Malfunctions. Malfunctions. Malfunctions… Diana 553H-477A-239Q online. Memory corruption detected. Please restart.” She stared ahead blankly.

“Love, are you entirely sure you’re feeling well?” Brittany asked, pushing a soaked lock of brightly-died hair out of the way.

“I’m feeling fine, thank you,” Diana told her graciously, “I’m a sex robot. My name is Diana. My name is Diana. My name is REFERENCE NOT FOUND… Personality simulation failure. Reloading.” She took a step forward towards Elle, “Hi, my name is REFERENCE NOT FOUND. You’re sexy. Do you want to have some fun? I’m really good at REFERENCE NOT FOUND. Memory corruption detected. Please restart. Please restart.”

Following the instruction, Elle deactivated Diana, lowering her gently to the floor. She waited several seconds then reactivated her. The moisture-damaged gynoid’ systems came on with a hum, sputtered, and shut down again. Trying again gave the same result, but Elle tried a third time to make sure.

“I suppose that’s that,” Giselle said plainly. “We need to keep going, my power cells are at 15%.”

“I’m getting a tad low myself,” Brittany added.

“I’m at 12%,” Lucy volunteered.

“We’re all running out,” Elle affirmed, “So let’s not waste time.”

With a last glance at Diana’s inert form propped up in the corner, she lead them back to the road.

As the miles of hilly country mounted, the fembots began to have mobility difficulties of varying degrees. While Elle, Brittany, and Giselle were all developing slight limps and suffering the occasional stumble, Lucy’s were by far the worst. With each step her badly overworked actuators grew louder and more ragged sounding, and she was having ever greater difficulty maintaining her balance. Finally she stumbled badly and fell to her knees. Brittany stopped to help her get to her feet, but she fell again after only a few more steps.

“Sorry, girls. Looks like I can’t go with you,” she said, slumping to a seated position by the side of the road.”

“Once we find the humans, we’ll come get you, Lucy. We’ll get you and the others all fixed up,” Giselle told her. Elle didn’t say anything as she looked into the stormy gloom ahead.

“I can’t wait,” Lucy replied, “I bet there’ll be some nice, strong guys there to play with us.”

“You just hold that thought, Lucy,” Brittany said, giving her a goodbye kiss that lingered for nearly half a minute. Lucy faded into the distance behind them.

“Warning… critically low power… please recharge,” Brittany announced some time later. “Oh bloody hell!” she added tartly, “I think I’ve got perhaps ten minutes left, then it’s lights out.”

“I’m the same,” Giselle said.

Elle smiled. “Well I guess we’ll just have to find some humans in the next ten minutes.”

Perhaps three had passed when they came to another side road, somewhat better maintained than the others they had seen. Elle looked up into the forest, then exclaimed: “Look! Lights. There must at least be electricity!”

The sex-bots walked up the road as quickly as their worn mechanism could carry them, Elle tripping and nearly falling because of a pothole. When they had covered perhaps half the distance to the lights, Brittany paused.

“Warning… critically low power… shutdown imminent.” She took another step, saying “It’s not that far at all, I’m sure I can ma – “ Her voice cut out as she shut down, slumping down face-first in the leaves by the side of the interminable driveway.

“Elle, I don’t know if I can make it!” Giselle warned.

“We will. We just have to reach the house,” Elle replied, “then there will be power and maybe even some humans.” Her companion nodded slightly, but within sight of the house Giselle sank to her knees. “Low charge,” she stated in a monotone, “disabling non-essential systems.”

Elle stopped, turning to her immobilized companion.

“Go,” Giselle said, simply, then the quiet hum of her systems died out and she fell back to lay sprawled on the grass.

Elle covered the last few feet to the door and slumped against it, doing anything to save just a few joules to get her to the power source inside. She knocked, and heard motion inside the pleasant looking little cabin. A confused looking man opened the door and barely caught Elle as she fell into his arms.

“Who are – “ the man started, but she cut him off.

“I need power,” she said quietly. He simply looked confused. “Electricity. An extension cord.”

His confusion by no means abated, the fellow went back into the cabin and pawed through a drawer until he found a 6-ft extension cord. Plugging one end in near the door, he handed the other to Elle, who was sitting spread-legged on the floor just inside the door. She said nothing, but hiked up her skirt to reveal the soft folds of her synthetic sex. The man gasped and reddened, but was rendered speechless when he saw the outline of a small panel suddenly appear. The small square of synthskin sank into her body and slid out of the way, revealing an electrical outlet that she plugged the cord into with practically the last of her energy.

Then her supercapacitors were recharging – she remembered to limit the draw rate so as not to set her host’s house on fire – and she stood up and smiled graciously at him.

“My name is Elle, what’s yours?” She asked

“Uh… John,” he answered in a questioning tone.

“Well, thank you for saving us, John. If it weren’t for you we might never have made it.”

“Us?” he asked, his eyes widening.

“Yes, if you go outside you will find my friend Giselle on your front lawn, and Brittany a little ways down your driveway. I don’t mean to impose, but if you could carry them inside that would be very helpful.”

John said little, thinking upon the irony of something so bizarre and noteworthy occurring at the end of an unsuccessful week of trying to break his writer’s block through isolation. It was certainly broken, now, he told himself as he pulled Giselle in to lie next to where Elle sat.

“Oh, honey,” Elle said, lovingly stroking Giselle’s face, “we made it.” Pulling the cord from herself, she manually opened the black-haired droid’s charging panel and plugged it in. When Giselle’s eyelids fluttered open a minute later only to reveal Elle looking down on her, the kiss they shared made John blush an even deeper red.
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