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<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;The conveyor belt stutters for just a moment, before coming to life. The rubber track has been used for all sorts of things. But today it will be constructing something far more special than anything that came before it. A large mechanical arm lays down something that vaguely resembles a human ribcage. The pieces are slightly more angular than their human counterpart , and made out of a carbon steel metal. The innards are hollow, until the conveyor delivers it further...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>The conveyor belt stutters for just a moment, before coming to life. The rubber track has been used for all sorts of things. <br /> But today it will be constructing something far more special than anything that came before it. A large mechanical arm lays down something that vaguely resembles a human ribcage. The pieces are slightly more angular than their human counterpart , and made out of a carbon steel metal. <br /> The innards are hollow, until the conveyor delivers it further down the line and receives a spinal cord. 33 little pieces of metal connected together, wires running through the centre of all of them and coming out on the top. All along the front of it are ports on each and every section. <br /> <br /> <br /> The pieces are swiftly spliced together with multiple layers of failsafe and security. Screws, specially made glue and final advanced micro-welding techniques. The whirring buzz of technology fills the room, its own sort of metallic life. <br /> Next comes the head piece, which slots in directly to the top of the spinal cord. First the wires are pulled and each individually connected, before the whole piece is laid down in its rightful place. <br /> <br /> <br /> The conveyor belt doesn’t slow, as mechanics new and old help put the parts together. More metal bones are added piece by piece to form a fuller skeletal frame. Collarbone, shoulders, pelvis, and all sorts of smaller pieces, until the only real thing missing are the limbs. <br /> Each part is connected by a terrifying mess of gnashing pincers, whirring screwdrivers and pneumatic wrenches assembled alongside the track. <br /> <br /> <br /> The form never ceases its movement, even with the numerous additions tacked on by the roaring mechanical arms. But only the rigid pieces are bound together, the rest held by their numerous interconnecting wires alone. So slowly thin tubing and a silicone based metal is weaved between each of the bones, especially near the joints. They tightly wrap around parts and stretchween others, all being sealed off and attached with the same multitude of methods the metallic bones received. As the space between the pieces starts to fill out a bit more, the humanoid form becomes considerably more pronounced, despite its lack of limbs. <br /> There are still two large empty spaces in the existing body. Within the chest and within the removable skull. Something is carefully hauled from above and gently placed within the two cavities simultaneously. Dense little boxes of motherboards and technology. Making up some core systems for the robot, namely the CPU helmed within the cranial. The parts are littered with small blinking lights, wire ports and fans trained on the processor itself. <br /> The small mechanical hands fly in to swiftly plug in a mess of wires, all tightly packed together and tied as to not unspool. <br /> <br /> <br /> The varying sizes of wires, tubing, and elastic binding material runs through the torso like veins. Pumping the lifeblood of electricity and data in and out of each component. <br /> Now some newer pieces are added that act as various biological functions. <br /> Firstly small cameras are embedded into the head, quickly attached to the central computer. They act as the eyes. A speaker is implanted near where the throat should be. <br /> Finally, a piece is placed near the bottom of the torso, between where the legs should be. It is a large mechanical part. It is segmented with lots of tiny pieces each with big enough gaps to allow movement. Many wires run through it, as well as tubing to the tip of it. This hunk of technology will be the robot's cock. <br /> <br /> <br /> Next come the limbs, which are applied one by one. First the right arm’s metal internal structure is fitted into the relevant cavity on the torso. It slides in seamlessly, locking into place. The joints are built from a spherical piece that offers a free range of movement, which is only then restricted by the later layers applied. The joint is held in place by a few steel pieces with enough room for it to rotate freely. <br /> Now a second layer of wires are densely packed over it. They look almost like muscle tissue as they are wrapped around the bones, computer chips, and other pieces of hardware. Keeping it all nice and snug. <br /> <br /> <br /> The left arm is done quite similarly, slotting in and tightly being packed with wires and computer pieces. It doesn’t take long for it to be securely attached.<br /> Next come the legs, which go on much the same way. <br /> The roar of the factory assembling these pieces is almost deafening at this point. Hulking steel grinds against itself, gears turn, and electronics beep. All to put together this one single item. <br /> The final leg is attached. As the blur of wires are applied, the form finally is complete. <br /> A skeletal steel structure. Dense vines of wiring, Blinking motherboards and other hardware makes up the body of this robot. Now that all the technology is put into it, the outer layers can start to be formed. <br /> <br /> <br /> The conveyer directs the laying down body into a new compartment. Large pneumatic rods push down steel panes to cover the sensitive electronics. The first two pieces down are the breastplates. They cover the bot's chest and are swiftly binded down. Another elastic material is freshly piped into the cracks between the two panes and dries almost instantly. <br /> The foggy translucent material allows slight bending while keeping the pieces attached. <br /> It is instrumental to a human physical movement pattern. <br /> More plates are added to the torso, forming the abdominals. Thinner lines of the binding material are applied between each of the six new plates. <br /> <br /> <br /> The iron front of the bot creates the first hint of its specific build. And each of the gently rounded metal plates resembles chiselled, well earned muscles. <br /> The added plates get smaller and smaller to allow for the optimal coverage without inhibiting movement too much. The robots sides and shoulders are covered, until almost all of their torso has a perfect silver sheen. <br /> The robot is hoisted up into the air and carefully held in place. This is done to apply the relevant metal plates to the robots back which was previously inaccessible. <br /> <br /> <br /> After a few more minutes of application and drying, the entire body is completed. The body is then placed back down and moved further down the line to begin with the limbs. <br /> <br /> <br /> Due to the limbs' smaller size and rounding nature, they are done a little more specially. First its right arm is raised up and held in the air but the tip of its middle fingers steel bones. Then from base to tip it is encased in metal pieces, always with enough space around joints. But While the stomach can twist and bend, the middle of the forearm can not. <br /> So only a few panes are used to cover the entire thing, each perfectly moulded for the bots proportions. Only four main panels cover the arm. Two halves of the forearm and two halves for the upper arm. They are disconnected mostly out of assembly convenience rather than any design requirements.<br /> The bicep and tricep pieces are shaped to give the impression of incredible musculature. The final design will have a couple final layers to make the visual more convincing, but the metal plates are the core of the body's physique. <br /> <br /> <br /> Some smaller metal pieces fill out what can not be as easily covered or added. The elbows are left mostly exposed, given a few layers of the rubber like material to act as a small amount of shielding. <br /> The joint can still be seen through the dense packing. The metal almost meets on one side. Just leaving enough space that two plates don’t touch when bending inwards. But the other end is the largest lack of metal plating on the body so far. <br /> <br /> <br /> Once all the pieces are in place, the right arm is completed. The machine's grip on the arm is adjusted.<br /> Still being kept aloft, but now held by the newly metallic wrist. The work done on the hand begins, but is considerably different from the rest of the body. Instead of largely being covered by metal with the silicone like material between, it is the other way around.<br /> A hefty majority of the hand is layered with coatings of the slightly opaque substance. <br /> Only small pieces of metal are used to provide strength. Each segment of each finger is provided with a small amount of metal.<br /> But each of the tiny joints replicate the same design specifications as the elbow, just on a much smaller scale. <br /> Strips of metal are used to provide some coverage of the palm without inhibiting its ability to open and close. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally the tps of each of the fingers and thumb are added and the hand is finished. <br /> The entire thing then gets repeated for the left arm. And is largely similar for the two legs.<br /> So many different mechanisms come together to form this one singular being. <br /> Each contributing only a little as per their programming, but adding to the greater whole. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally the head is encased in still, only with openings for the mouth, nose and eyes. The ears are purely cosmetic, as their function is served by internal microphones. And thus will be added in the next step. <br /> The robot has a strong but not all too large chin, with chiselled cheekbones. Overtly masculine without looking like a brick given life. <br /> <br /> <br /> The entire metal layer is finally done, the bodies form being finally clear. The torso is quite wide, with strong metallic beams and plates to support its broad shoulders. <br /> The robot's waist in comparison is quite small, but the thickness of the plates ensures it is not any weaker. <br /> Its arms are bulky and its legs are chiselled. <br /> However the overall body still looks a little thin, as it is still not completed.<br /> Only one last step stands in the way from this body being almost identical to any of the humans wandering around this earth. <br /> <br /> <br /> The robot is hoisted up once more, and similar looking pistons come in to apply the next material. This time it begins with sheets of artificial skin. This is done in layers, with the first acting as a muscle layer to emulate the feel of his impressive physique. It is applied to his abdomen, chest, then back. Afterwards it is done limb by limb until it is densely packed around the muscular areas.<br /> The fake muscle uses a mix of many materials to achieve its semi-realistic feel, but is a foggy translucent much like the elastic binding material. <br /> It is a quite thin layer that will bind to the next one to form the finished artificial skin. <br /> Next is what would be called the “dermis” on a human. Unlike the muscle layer which was applied to the muscular areas specifically, this one completely covers the body, and gives the depth of human skin, while still not looking the part. <br /> <br /> <br /> As it is applied universally, the best method of application is to basically paint the layer on at a high enough temperature that it is still semi-liquid, and then flash freeze it to dry. <br /> The whir of mechanical hands quickly begins to apply the layer to the entire body.<br /> There are no spots where the liquid can seep into the mechanics, due to the material placed between the metal plates acting as a seal.<br /> So the coat is applied generously without any fear of damage. <br /> The front and back of the body is completely glazed. <br /> While the substance is far too thick even in liquid form to suddenly start dripping, the robots move fast to ensure no imperfections develop. <br /> <br /> <br /> The body is hoisted up. Once in mid air it is blasted with cooled carbon dioxide to firm up the layer a little. It is then Laid down on some metal grating to best achieve airflow above and below the body, and shoved into a steel box. <br /> The box is then also supercooled, but to allow proper solidification of the whole form. <br /> The earlier cooling was just to make sure that being placed on some grating would leave imprints or dents in the artificial skin. <br /> Finally this layer is done as the body is taken out of the box and the final step can commence. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sheets of artificial skin are slowly added and binded to the previous layer of translucent material. <br /> The skin actually looks the part, being a slightly tanned, golden tone. It is a very thin layer, mostly for the visuals and exact textural accuracy. <br /> The skin is incredibly smooth, with little to no body hair on its body. The skin is quite taught, showcasing the underlying fake muscles beneath. It takes a little while before the entire body is done, but the final touches still need to be applied. <br /> <br /> <br /> Next the little outer layers are constructed, such as the nipples on the robots pecks. The ears which are longer and pointier than the average humans. The lips, the nose, the finger nails.<br /> Next is the hair, which is administered by a large metal contraption which completely envelopes the head. Fake hair follicles are implanted into the layers of skin, and once it is removed there is a full head of hair. It is brown, a longer and shaggy haircut that gives a naturalistic look. <br /> The eye cameras are covered with little shields that resemble a human's eyes. The eyelids close these newly added features and the body is finally complete. <br /> The skin is carefully applied to the robot's cock, wrapping around the appendage. The heavy balls are snuggly covered in it. <br /> <br /> <br /> So finally the robot's body is complete. It is put back onto the conveyor belt standing up. The bot eventually reaches the very end of the long long line that has carried it through this entire process.<br /> But it's still a lifeless hunk of metal. No energy running, and no code to instruct it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Just by the neck, at the base of the hair follicles is a single part that was only covered by the middle layer of skin.<br /> A small robotic arm moves towards it and removes this tiny circle. Beneath it is a cap which is also removed, revealing a port.<br /> A second robotic arm comes in from the side, but this time carrying a cable. It slides it into the port, until a satisfying click is heard. <br /> <br /> <br /> Robots require programming in order to function, and now that the hardware is completed, the factory line producing this bot is administering the software. <br /> The personalities are pre-built for each robot, with a certain amount of wriggle room within their AI.<br /> General archetypes are given to restrict the bots' being and guide certain choices they would make.<br /> This model is named “Llyre”. He is a stoic, strong and silent type.<br /> He certainly is not quiet, and while he is not quick to speak that doesn’t mean he holds back his words. He is sure of himself, sure of the situation, and not afraid to let you know it.<br /> The perfect kind of guy to be some sort of authority or bodyguard position.<br /> <br /> <br /> The cable sends the ridiculously complicated code into the system's memory banks. Thousands of files and documents are transferred at lightning quick speeds. But even due to the gigabytes per second transfer it takes a little while due to the sheer amount of data it requires to run a bot like this. <br /> However even then, it is still just a matter of time before it is completed. <br /> The cable is disconnected, and the port is closed back up. A final thinner layer of artificial skin is applied to the small hole to mask its existence. <br /> Fans start to whir. The sound of electronics begins to buzz. His fingers twitch.<br /> Llyre opens his eyes. <br /> They begin to scan the room, moving up and down, then left and right. Almost discovering the bounds of its own body. <br /> His hands slowly clench, then release at a very steady pace. <br /> He takes a step forward. His foot slowly lifts off the ground vertically. It pauses mid air then begins to move horizontally. And then gets placed down purely vertically again. It is a slow and inefficient step. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Systems online. Running “Llyre_setup.exe” The bot says. The voice is monotone, calm, and inhuman. No feigned personality or anything. <br /> As it speaks those words, the eyes then suddenly shoot up to the ceiling for a moment before returning to normal. <br /> His body shivers, and takes another step forward. <br /> Now it is smoother. Still slightly clunky, but his computer is kicking in. The programming files that make him who he is are finally running. <br /> <br /> <br /> He blinks.<br /> “Llyre-bot online”<br /> <br /> <br /> -----------<br /> <br /> <br /> LLyre takes long strides as he walks down the road, large duffel bag in hand. Despite hsi long muscular legs, he walks slightly slower than the average person.<br /> He takes each step one at a time. Each time his foot lands on the floor, he pauses for a moment before starting with his other. <br /> It is smooth enough to be convincingly human, just not very efficient. <br /> He makes his way down the street. Taking up so much of the sidewalk with his larger body and big bag that most passerbyers take the effort to walk around him. <br /> <br /> <br /> He walks down the street, his posture absolutely perfect. He puffs out his chest which just causes his already tight tank-top to really show off each crease and crevice of his incredibly muscular body. <br /> <br /> <br /> His caffs bulge and swell inside of his cargo pants, almost straining the material.The jeans are supposed to be quite a baggy fit, but his musculature fills up the space so well they almost look a size down. They don’t reach all the way down to his ankles, despite hanging pretty low on his waist. <br /> So low that the top of his pelvic “bone” is showing, the muscle definition just being astounding. The other most noticeable aspect of his pants is how poorly they conceal his large cock.<br /> A visible bulge protrudes between his legs, even with his cargos being tied down by his belt. <br /> It is not like he is perpetually hard either, he is just particularly well endowed. <br /> <br /> <br /> His entire body just absolutely demands attention and desire. Perfectly designed in every sense to serve him well. <br /> <br /> <br /> He turns the corner and arrives at his destination. His slightly janky steps take him right to the front door of the best gym in the city. <br /> He swings open the door, and confidently enters. He heads straight to the receptionist, a young woman in her early twenties. <br /> “Hello. I am here for my 2 o’clock.” Llyre says plainly. His voice is stern but not exactly threatening. <br /> “A-ah and what is your name?” She asks, quickly changing her computer window to see the appointment schedule.<br /> There is a moment of silence while she waits for his response. His blank expression gives her little to work with.<br /> “Llyre.” He finally responds. <br /> “Any last name?” She tentatively asks.<br /> She stares into his eyes. They are ever so slightly luminescent. A gentle golden hue illuminating them. <br /> “No” He follows up with, again after a short wait. <br /> He stares forward. No shift in expression, no sarcastic tone or any room for interpretation. <br /> <br /> <br /> She types the little information she has into her program, and is surprised to find the seemingly referred to appointment. <br /> “Llyre - 2pm | Diego and Tasha” It simply reads. Client, time, personal trainers. <br /> “Oh, with Diego and Tasha?” The receptionist asks, turning her attention back to the large man before her. <br /> His cool expression unchanging from the last time she took a look. <br /> She waits again.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Yes, with those two.” He replies. <br /> “Well, if you would like to change, our changing rooms are just down the hall there” She tells him while pointing to her right.<br /> “And your trainers will be waiting for you in the legs section of the gym. Do you know where that is?” She softly asks. <br /> His eyes always seem trained on her but never really looking at her. She just finds herself lost in the peculiar yellow of his iris. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Yes I do. Thank you” He says, a small smile appearing on his face as he heads towards the room she previously indicated. <br /> He walks off to the area he was just instructed on. He leaves the receptionist oddly confused but equally enamoured with the man she just met. <br /> <br /> <br /> He enters the changing room and quickly takes a seat near the corner of the room. <br /> There are not many other people in the room, and most of them are on their way out. <br /> Llyre grabs his bag and opens it up. <br /> Within is actually very little. Only a towel and a second pair of exactly what he is wearing, which he leaves in there. He sits for a moment.<br /> People walk in and out, and he remains still for up to a minute. As if waiting for the time it would take to change clothes without actually doing it. <br /> Once seemingly satisfied by whatever quirk in his programming led to this decision, he stands up. <br /> He slings the towel over his shoulder and grabs his bag off of the floor. <br /> <br /> <br /> Llyre quickly walks out of the room. He makes a sharp turn to the right to face the lockers. His turn is almost exactly 90 degrees, and then another to face the wall of compartments. He locks his bag in, taking his towel with him. He puts the key in his pocket and heads towards the location that the receptionist told him about. His internal map of the area guides him using some advanced pathfinding logic to make it there quickly. <br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually he happens upon the area filled with machines for training legs. A few people are sparsely scattered throughout the machines, but this gym prides itself on having enough options that you almost always have a machine of each type free. Today is no different, thus delivering on that promise. <br /> <br /> <br /> Two people stand in the path between the machines, not standing by any specific one. A man and a woman. The woman is holding on to what appears to be a starbucks coffee cup. <br /> Llyre walks right up to both of them and then stops. <br /> “Llyre, right?” Diego asks. <br /> Upon receiving a nod from the bot, Diego smiles broadly. <br /> “Well good to meet you my man! My name is Diego, and this is Tasha.” He says, gesturing to the woman beside him.<br /> “Hi! Like, nice to meet you!” She says with a matching smile. <br /> “Hello.” LLyre simply replies. <br /> <br /> <br /> Diego is covered in a tracksuit looking outfit. A long sleeved green top that hugs his body. Not anywhere near as tight as Llyre’s top, but still creates a flattering image. His pants are a matching colour, reaching down but cutting off above his ankles. Underneath he is wearing black ribbed socks. Topped off with black and red running shoes. <br /> He wears a cap that is facing backwards. Some strands of hair find their way through the gap where the cap’s tightness can be adjusted. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha is also quite heavily clothed. She is wearing a black turtleneck sweater. Her chest quite impressively bulges out even when covered by the thick outerwear. <br /> She then has tight jeans on, cuffed at the bottom. Completing the look is a pair of brown boots that recently went in style. <br /> <br /> <br /> The three of them all share a trait that none of them are aware of. They are all robots. <br /> Diego and Tasha were both built in a similar way to Llyre and then were placed in society.<br /> But just like Llyre, they have a perception filter hardcoded into the core of their system. They will never realise or learn that they are a robot. Even when faced with impossibly clear evidence, it will never click. <br /> So the three of them all look at eachother, smile, chat, all without knowing the undeniable truth of their being. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well, I think Tasha is starting us off, right?” He asks her. <br /> “Yup! We are going to begin with your legs and glutes. But first, let's, like, start with a warm up! Don’t want to strain our muscles, do we?” She says with an upbeat attitude. <br /> Llyre doesn’t reply for a moment, his characteristic delay is in action. <br /> But eventually he says “No, we don’t. Let's get started.” And firmly grasps his fist in a triumphant but very restrained little motion. <br /> <br /> <br /> None of the two other bots particularly notice. Their AI is very robust, but social conventions can still be lost on them.<br /> While the receptionist was very put off by the odd delay in conversation, these bots have almost infinite patience to assume he is either thinking or taking his time. Never really considering it odd. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well let's go find a treadmill to start with some light jogging.” She says as she takes a sip from her drink.<br /> The liquid slides down a tube in her throat that transfers it to a small compartment within her body. It quickly begins to dissolve the liquid almost like the human digestive system does. <br /> But since there is no need to gain any nutrients, there is no reason not to just destroy everything. Leaving absolutely no waste. <br /> <br /> <br /> The three bots move over to a nearby treadmill. <br /> Llyre tentatively steps on, leaving his towel on the handlebars which he ignores. <br /> “Well we will start with a light pace, at around 5 miles per hour.” She says, as she reaches past him to input the settings. <br /> “At around 5 miles per hour” She oddly repeats. Llyre pays it no mind. But whether that is a conscious decision or simply his programming not sensing any oddities is a mystery.<br /> <br /> <br /> Now that she is close, she can see how his arms bulge out with some of the largest muscles she has seen. Llyre is incredibly strong and fit, but doesn’t cross over into the realm of brick shaped body builders.She is very impressed.<br /> “You are pretty ripped.” She chuckles. “Maybe you should, like, be the one training us.” She teases. <br /> Llyre doesn’t exactly respond, but gives a coy little smile after a moment of interpreting the data. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha finishes inputting the settings and clicks start. The treadmill begins to move, quite slowly to start off. <br /> She had the machine slowly speed up until a gentle jogging pace to properly warm him up. But as the machine begins to carry Llyre back, he does not react. He slides down the machine, almost nearing the edge. <br /> “Oh um-” Tasha begins, finally confused at the delay. But eventually Llyre kicks in and begins to walk. Steadily speeding up and turning into a light jog. <br /> He stares directly forward as he trots on the machine. <br /> <br /> <br /> Each step he takes makes quite the impact against the treadmill. One thing that his robotic body can’t exactly hide is all the added weight from the metal in his body.<br /> He is constructed with materials that ensure the weight isn’t comically disproportionate to his body type. But it certainly pushes the possibilities regardless. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two personal trainers definitely notice the staggering noise and sight of his steps. But their perception filters extend to others, not only themself, so the possibility he could be artificially constructed is the furthest thing from their minds. Must just be his muscle content adding to his weight. His muscles must just be more densely packed than the average person. <br /> <br /> <br /> Llyre trots along, continuing his fairly relaxed pace and Diego and Tasha chat with him. <br /> While they rarely get even full sentences as replies, they seem to enjoy talking with the cool headed machine. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Alright, well I think that's enough warming up. Do you think you are ready for some proper cardio before getting to leg training?” Tasha says, just before taking a nice big sip from her Starbucks iced coffee. Right as she finishes drinking it, getting the last bit, she starts again.<br /> There is naught but ice cubes left in her cup but she still drinks with the force and eagerness she had displayed just moments prior. As if something remains. <br /> <br /> <br /> In truth Lyre's body does not need a warm up. The machine requires no real ramping up in exertion, as it is designed to do far more than just this. The pneumatic pistons and pulleys in his body do not become more effective or less prone to damage with a gradual increase in strain. <br /> But just their false ideas of humanity binds them to this useless practice.<br /> Llyre nods to her, implying he is ready to speed things up a bit. <br /> She gives a smile in return and reaches over to adjust the settings. <br /> “Let's work towards a good sweat, yeah?” Tasha says.<br /> “Good luck Llyre! Tasha is pretty unforgiving” Diego jokes. <br /> Llyre remains focused on his jogging as the pace begins to increase. <br /> Tasha taps the button that changes the machine's speed a few times until satisfied. After a smile, she returns her arm to watch. Tasha then pauses for a moment, her expression suddenly falling blank, and reaches out to touch it again.<br /> “Oh wow she is really going for it.” Diego remarks, which Tasha doesn’t react to. <br /> The number on the display goes higher and higher.<br /> Tasha turns to throw her starbucks cup away.<br /> <br /> <br /> Llyre has to swiftly adjust. Something he is not especially good at doing. The treadmill is nearing its max settings almost out of nowhere. <br /> Luckily his jogging pace gave him just enough safe time for his delay to kick in and to catch up.<br /> His system has to jump into high gear, pumping fuel and energy throughout his whole body to keep everything running smoothly. <br /> While it is subtle and certainly masked by the loud stomping of Llyres shoes against the machine, the whir of mechanics can be heard from outside his body.<br /> His fake skin usually acts as noise dampening that prevents most of the beeps, clanking, and mechanical buzz from giving him away. But when his system is pushed like this, even the insulation of his skin is not enough. <br /> <br /> <br /> Llyre charges forward, battling as best he can against the raging machine that holds him. <br /> Tasha finally returns, and sees the absurd speed that Llyre is running with. <br /> “Woah!” She calls out, before diving in and turning it down a little bit.<br /> “Sorry, I didn’t think I set it that high… weird…” She says, unsure of what happened.<br /> “Good on you for keeping up though! You are like, so good at this” She says as she bites her lip. <br /> The pace quickly drops. While Llyres delay wasn’t enough to screw him over initially, this time is different.<br /> His strides are so long and he is running so fast that when the machine starts to slow down, Llyre begins to move up the machine, outpacing the treadmill. <br /> The distance each step takes him just increases more and more as the machine adjusts to its newly set speed. <br /> <br /> <br /> He rapidly approaches the front of the machine, unable to catch himself. And once his foot reaches forward, it just barely extends past the running deck, he is flung forward.<br /> Llyre bumps into the front of the machine, almost toppling it. Then landing on the deck, he is sent backwards off the other end. <br /> Luckily, he doesn’t exactly collide with anything. <br /> Diego catches him, realising what was going to happen a moment earlier and quickly dashing in to help. <br /> Llyre is mostly unshaken, the impact not exactly hurting him. Especially since he can’t exactly be hurt. <br /> But internally it did shake him up in some awkward ways. And now a cable or two hangs only half connected. Sputtering energy into the desired port just half of the time. <br /> His system can’t warn his consciousness without revealing his robotic nature. So Llyre is none the wiser. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I’m fine, don’t worry.” Llyre says. Diego lets go of him and the two stand up.<br /> “I am super sorry! I didn’t think it would slow down that fast!” Tasha is quick to apologise. <br /> “No, it's fine. I just took too long to react. We can continue with the workout, I feel good.” Llyre continues. While Diego and Tasha should be worried, it's hard to argue with him. Especially since he has nary a scratch or bruise. <br /> “Alright, if you feel confident let's keep it going then. Before you lose the momentum, let's jump to a leg building machine!” Tasha exclaims. After grabbing Llyres towel, the two boys follow her to a big workout machine. <br /> It has a seat and a large panel near where the legs would be. You rest mostly on your back as you push the large panel away with your legs. It has a vast array of weights to adjust the difficulty. <br /> “I use this thing religiously. How else do you think I got this ass?” She says jokingly, swaying her hips a little bit as she says it. The flirty nature of the statement is not lost on her. <br /> “Go ahead and take your seat, we will work up from a low weight to find your sweet spot.” She says, patting the seat for Llyre. <br /> He wordlessly makes his way over and plops down. <br /> He wriggles in his seat for a moment, then begins to adjust the little settings. Distance from the panel, rotation, things like that. His body is just a bit too muscly to easily fit into the default settings. <br /> <br /> <br /> He places his feet against the panel and waits for a moment. <br /> “Alright, we are going to start super small but don’t worry, we will work up a good sweat soon!” Tasha says, as she adjusts the weights. All she needs to do is take out a metal rod, and slide it into a higher or lower set of weights. Each with handy little labels. <br /> <br /> <br /> She sets it fairly close to the top, only picking up a few of the weights. <br /> “Alright, give it a try” She says to Llyre. <br /> He takes a second, and then pushes. The panel moves back with such ease it looks almost like a sheet of paper. <br /> Llyre speeds through 10 reps like this and then stops. Keeping his feet on the panel but exerting no force. <br /> “I can do a lot more.” He says simply. <br /> “Oh I have seen those legs, I know you can~” Tasha says with a little smile. Diego chuckles. <br /> She moves over and increases the weight by more than double. It is still a lot less than half of the maximum, but this gym's max is not exactly industry standard. <br /> <br /> <br /> She backs away and lets him do his stuff.<br /> The panel offers a lot more resistance than before. But Llyres body can output ludicrous amounts of force. So with a little bit more effort, the 10 reps go by like nothing, without even breaking a sweat. <br /> “Look at you go!” Tasha says.<br /> “Alright, I will up it a little higher than what I usually do. This should be what really tests you” She says as she approaches one last time. <br /> She bends over and reaches down to pull the rod out of the weights. She lowers it to her desired slot and puts it in. Then her eye twitches. Her expression is still. <br /> She takes the poll out again and lowers it a second time, by the exact same amount of weight she just did before. Repeating the motion almost exactly, but ending with the weight at a shocking number. <br /> Something Llyre and Diego don’t notice as the latter strikes up a conversation about their favourite training regiments. <br /> <br /> <br /> After hanging there for an awkward amount of time, Tasha’s system returns to normal and she leaves. Not even aware of what just took place.<br /> She stands by with Diego and cheers Llyre on.<br /> “This should really train your quads. Yours are very developed, so I am sure you know that” She says.<br /> Llyre takes his little bit of time and then gets ready to push. <br /> An interesting result of Llyres internal programming is that he really doesn’t know his own strength. And has no way of really feeling strain on his body. <br /> He will simply exert force until either his body reaches its absolute limit or the thing moves. And he has no idea of knowing when the former even happens. <br /> <br /> <br /> So he begins to push. Without too much visible stress on his face, Tasha and Diego are completely in the dark as to what's happening. His leg mechanics are pushed further and further to get this unreasonable amount of weight to move.<br /> It begins to budge, and slowly goes up. But you only really feel the pressure on this machine when you slowly bring it down. One's ability to push is a lot stronger than one's ability to carefully bring it back. <br /> So hidden within Lyre's robotic body, things start to break. <br /> <br /> <br /> He completes 10 reps of the workout. His body is buckling and suffering, but he is incredibly strong. The metal plating can resist the force, his gears can push his legs forward enough to resist. <br /> The issue is all the small little points that should never be stressed. Wires that are flung out of place, screws snap, and things are stretched. It is not good for him. <br /> “Alright, good job!” I think that will be it for now. We are going to take a little break, then do upper body.” Tasha says. <br /> “Once you are done with Diego, you will come back to me for a second round, and then a second round with Diego too. Got that, handsome?” She continues with a little wink. Llyre nods his head and grabs his towel. <br /> He begins wiping his face down, though almost no sweat is produced. His body does have a system in place, but it is quite different. <br /> It really doesn’t matter if Llyres skin ever gets too hot. And his internal temperature is carefully modulated by his coolant systems and very small fans trained on his data centres. <br /> <br /> <br /> However there is a system to replicate sweat in order to properly assimilate into humanity. Replicating these biological features help keep the illusion of humanity alive.<br /> So instead of a full blown sweating feature, the fake skin is designed to regularly emit a light coating of moisture. It does not ever amass enough to form a droplet. <br /> And it is largely using the humidity in the air around him to form it, so it is quite limited. <br /> But he wipes it down with his towel as if sweat is forming from his hard work. He takes long, unneeded breaths. No air actually enters his system, there is no need. There is just the motion and the sound. <br /> <br /> <br /> As they wait for Llyre's non-existent muscles to cool down and for him to catch the breath he doesn’t have, they chat a bit. <br /> “So what are you two doing after this?” Diego asks Tasha and Llyre. <br /> “Cuz I am going to the movies after this with my boys! Catching a hot new action flick.” He says. <br /> “Hm… think I might do a bit of shopping! There is a mall, like, right around the corner, it's massive.” She tells them. <br /> “I recently bought this turtle neck, I would love to get another in grey or white.” She says with a chuckle. The two of them then turn their attention to Llyre. <br /> Unbeknownst to them, issues are mounting within Llyre’s system. <br /> <br /> <br /> He takes a while before responding. His system send signals towards his voice box. It is told to output a quickly generated audio file to respond. All of this is how every word comes out of his mouth. <br /> But there is a small hiccup. Nothing earth shattering. Just some system lag. Perhaps due to less power than needed being carried through his systems. Leaking out through slightly disconnected wires rather than getting where it needs to go. <br /> <br /> <br /> So as he begins to answer, part of his words are slightly cut off. <br /> “I will g-go home.” He tells them.<br /> The two barely even notice the little stutter sound. They pay it no mind, that sort of thing happens all the time to humans. And all of them assume that is all it would be. <br /> But as a robot, those small issues should be cause for concern. If his system isn’t working perfectly, then it isn’t really working. If something has slipped, it will only get worse. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well, how are you feeling bro? Ready to work those pecs?” Diego half asks, half cheers. His upbeat gym bro attitude keeps spirits high. <br /> “I am always ready” Llyre cooly responds. <br /> “That's what I like to hear dude! Come on, let's head over there right now.” He says, rushing off to the weightlifting stations. <br /> Tasha gives a little smile and a shrug and follows after him. Llyre remains seated… then grabs his towel and goes himself. <br /> <br /> <br /> He arrives to find Diego already grabbing an assortment of weights to mix and match. <br /> “We will start slow, but first let me do a demonstration for you!” He says. He places the bar onto the rack and lays down just underneath it. <br /> “Tasha, come here and spot me while I show Llyre what I want him to do!” He says, clearly getting fired up.<br /> “Are you sure it isn’t just that you want to show off~?” She asks cheekily. He laughs as she walks over and takes position. <br /> “Alright so with each rep, I want you to stop halfway and hold it there. Then you can continue and get it all the way up and back down.” He says, as he grasps the metal pole. <br /> He does just as he describes, and pauses halfway up. The strain on his arms are visible, as they are almost shaking as he keeps it in place. Then he blasts it to the top of his reach and brings it back down. <br /> “You see? Just like that!” He says, as he places it back in the rack and sits up. <br /> He tugs at the collar of his top a little bit. <br /> “Damn it is hot in this thing. If I am going to demonstrate like this, I have got to take it off” Diego chuckles. <br /> He reaches to his back and grabs hold of his shirt. He is incredibly flexible on account of his robotic nature. His joints are limber and well oiled, allowing for far easier movement than anyone with his physique would normally experience. <br /> <br /> <br /> His top comes off. Revealing the much tighter and smaller shirt underneath. <br /> “That feels a lot better!” Diego cheers as he jumps up from his seat and gestures for Llyre to take his place.<br /> “T-thanks” Llyre says. His slight stutter returns. He takes a seat and lies on his back. Shimmying around in place for a moment to get comfortable. <br /> Even though his body is densely built, with layers and layers of various materials hugging everything, there is still space within his body. Especially around his electronics which can’t be in direct contact with much and needs a bit of airflow for his fans to work. <br /> <br /> <br /> Of course his body is built to withstand a lot. Just laying down wouldn't be enough to shift anything out of place.<br /> However with the damage he has sustained during this workout, things are being pulled and shoved into the wrong places. And things fall from their rightful spot as he readies himself for the weights. <br /> <br /> <br /> Diego moves to where Tasha was standing. He adjusts the weights on each end of the bar and lets Llyre know it's ready to go. <br /> Llyre wraps his fingers around the iron bar. The cool steel provides barely enough friction. But regardless he holds on tight. Then lifts it up from its resting place above him.<br /> The strain is placed on his arms and back. Suddenly all this force weighs down that he has to support. Llyre is incredibly strong, this is barely even a trial for him. But his body is not keeping up with all that is happening to him. There is little he can do to fix that, especially when he is not even aware. <br /> The stress of the weights that his artificial muscles easily keeps up begins to squeeze some things. Leaving him in a poor state. <br /> Within his body, the multiple fail safes that keep him together are starting to break. The welding is getting stressed. Small cracks begin to form around his shoulders. <br /> Screws are getting broken too, loosening what they are meant to bolt together tightly. <br /> The plates that make up his body hold strong. Withstanding any force applied to them. But the weaker bonding material between them is stretched and hits its limits.<br /> <br /> <br /> Though even with all of that, none of that is noticeable from the outside. All that happens externally is that Llyre does a few reps, then puts the barbell back in the rack. He sits up, takes a breather and Diego congratulates him. <br /> “Hey man, good job so f-” Diego begins before he cuts out. He stops his laughing motion dead in its tracks and freezes.<br /> Llyre isn’t able to react to the oddity quickly enough. So they both just remain still in silence for half a minute before the two continue. <br /> “-r! You ready to up the weights a bit?” Diego asks. Llyre nods, and lies back down. More creaking metal scrapes against itself as he does so. <br /> “Tasha, you mind putting the weights on? I am going to quickly get our man some water.” Diego says. Tasha nods and starts to apply the weights.<br /> <br /> <br /> She hauls over some big metal pieces and slides them onto the end of the bar.<br /> “Jeez, you really are, like, strong AF” She says in a flirtatious tone. Llyre just remains stoic. <br /> “J-jeez, you really are, like, strong AF” Tasha repeats, her expression blank and bizarre. Again, Llyre isn’t capable of a timely response. While Tasha repeats her line, she grabs more weights. She only intended to put one set of these large ones on, but without anyone realising, she put on two. <br /> <br /> <br /> Diego rushes back in, bottle in hand. He puts it on the floor. He takes his place behind Llyre in order to spot him.<br /> “Alright ready to go! Oh wait t-” Diego begins before pausing once again. <br /> Whether Llyre does not react to that last moment of concern from Diego simply due to him not noticing or not reacting with time is unclear. A mystery held only by the inner workings of his central computing system. <br /> <br /> <br /> Regardless of how, the what remains the same. Llyre grips onto the pole, ignoring the frozen Diego. He pushes with all of his might to raise it from the rack. His arms shake with strain as he keeps it in the air and slowly brings it to the centre of his chest. <br /> Lowering slowly, the weight far too much for his already stressed body.<br /> In his right arm especially, where the weights were not as close to the centered as the other, the damage was severe. <br /> One of the screws is stressed from the pressure even more than before. What started as small cracks and bends becomes a complete snap. It was not the only thing keeping everything together. But the steel bones in his arm become significantly looser, and more weight is carried by the welds and other bonds. <br /> <br /> <br /> His arm buckles as this happens. A small twitch which Llyre was not at all expecting. THe first thing to really rattle him that he has experienced today. <br /> Finally Diego springs back to life. <br /> “-he weight is way too high!” he yells and grabs the weights. He pulls them back onto the rack in a swift motion. It was even a bit much for him to handle, he needs the momentum in order to get them back where they should be. He sees the rack even sink a little bit as it is placed back on top. <br /> <br /> <br /> Llyre groans a little as he holds his wrist. His computer interprets what happened as just pulling a muscle rather than the more mechanical issue within. Forever maintaining the myth of humanity in his mind.<br /> “Oh my gosh I am so sorry!” Tasha says. She was checking her phone when most of the incident happened, trusting in Diego’s spotting.<br /> “I’m fine, I can take it.” Llyre tells her cooly. <br /> Tasha jumps to his side and begins to gently massage the damaged forearm. <br /> “Was it just here?” She asks, rubbing her fingers gently along his muscles. <br /> “Yeah. Just about.” Llyre says.<br /> Diego begins to take off the ridiculous weights while the other two sit.<br /> Tasha continues to massage his musculature. Feeling the artificial sweat accumulate on her finger tips. She looks up at the strong man sitting next to her and blushes. These robots have small LEDs hidden under their artificial skin that glow red. Another method to emulate biological processes. <br /> <br /> <br /> She gazes into his almost glowing yellow eyes. The way they highlight his face and cool demeanour is so captivating. <br /> She stands up and tugs at her turtle neck collar. <br /> “Well that should help you feel a bit better… Phew, it is getting hot in here. Think I am gonna do the same as you did Diego.” She says as she begins to take her top off. She pulls the fabric on her back and pulls it over her head.<br /> Underneath it is a white sports bra. Gently hugging her chest in a way that really shows her curvy outlines. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her exposed abs are also nothing to sneeze at. They are incredibly well defined. She throws her sweater to the side where Diego’s jacket lies. <br /> “How are you feeling?” She asks, sitting back down to cosy up to the impressive man beside her. <br /> “I’m alright. Doesn’t hurt at all.” Llyre says calmly. Which is actually the case. While his body is suffering under its own weight and can barely handle much more, he doesn’t feel that one bit.<br /> He only noticed it when his arm buckled, but it wasn’t accompanied by a pain response. And now that he doesn’t exactly feel the difference, it’s easy to ignore what happened. All he can feel now is that his arm feels a little unresponsive. Which he is pretty used to, as his system is coded to give him a similar response at the end of the work out. It needs to simulate muscle fatigue since he never would run out of energy normally. <br /> <br /> <br /> So Llyre gives his arm a good little warm up again. Feeling it out. Then gives the two trainers a nod. To tell them he is ready for more. <br /> Neither are willing to argue with him. Both are just a little impressed in the first place.<br /> “Man… what a guy.” Diego mutters to himself. <br /> “Alright!” He continues on, a little louder so the rest can hear him.<br /> “We will keep going, but I am going to lower the regimen a little. It’s good to push yourself, but we can’t let anything bad happen.” Diego tells them.<br /> <br /> <br /> Llyre would like to do the training as originally set up. But he decides not to fight him on this. They are just looking out for him, and he can respect that. So he gives a silent nod, which puts Diego’s mind at ease. <br /> <br /> <br /> So he begins to take off all the weights currently on the bar, and replaces them with a gentler assortment. But Llyre is happy to see that it's not like he has taken all of the challenge out of it. Diego strikes a perfect balance. <br /> As he goes at it, Llyre and Tasha are still sitting next to each other on the bench. Nice and close. <br /> “I really like watching you work out. You are a specimen, you know that~?” Tasha says to him with a cheeky grin.<br /> Llyre is not the type to ever be embarrassed. So he responds with his trademark chill.<br /> “Oh really? Glad to know it looks cool.” <br /> The two share a moment staring at each other. But eventually they have to break away as Llyre gets into position to resume the work out. <br /> <br /> <br /> Both Tasha and Diego stand very closely in order to spot Llyre. Both out of compassion but also on their pride as personal trainers they can’t have a mess like that happen again. <br /> So they stand above him. Llyre looks up to see them. Tasha’s chest almost completely covers her face, casting a shadow down onto the bot. Luckily other lights are enough to illuminate his face from different directions.<br /> And Diego, who’s own chest is shockingly large. His pec muscles are absolutely astonishing, and his rippling abs visible through his thin shirt. <br /> The two of them are the perfect motivation for Llyre to show off his strength a bit. <br /> <br /> <br /> He wraps his fingers around the grey metal one more time. A little warmer than before, his grip is enough to dissipate the cool touch of before. Diego freezes in place. <br /> Tasha begins to yawn. Then repeats that action multiple times. <br /> He pushes the barbell off of the rack. <br /> Then in one swift motion it comes crashing back onto him, his left arm completely unable to support its weight at all. It topples over, one end slamming into him. The other side that hits the floor knocks the rack over and collapses onto the two immobilised spotters.<br /> <br /> <br /> All three bots lay on the floor. Very little exterior damage, their artificial skins and metal plating doing well to ensure that.<br /> But internally it is severe. While the plating protects their bodies, it has absolutely no crumple. Any force is not dispersed even a little and transferred directly to their inner workings. <br /> While the damage so far has largely affected their physical capabilities, this is the first to break hardware related to thinking. Their programming is affected. <br /> Cords are torn or ripped from their sockets, not transmitting the required power or data. <br /> Core files in use are suddenly corrupted, causing numerous issues. <br /> <br /> <br /> It doesn’t cause enough of a commotion for the few people in the gym to check it out. Especially since the room they are in is empty, and most attendees have headphones in, blasting their workout mix. <br /> So the bots are uninterrupted as they slowly wake up. Eyelids twitching, some parts unresponsive. <br /> “H-huh h-huh…?” Tasha moans, rubbing her head. <br /> Diego is up next. <br /> “Phew… that _____ a crash…” He says. Part of his sentence completely cuts out. <br /> Llyre stands, his left arm almost completely loose in it’s socket. Hanging on and swinging with any slight motion. <br /> “G-god…” He mutters. <br /> <br /> <br /> The three of them have taken damage that they can’t just ignore. But now with their malfunctioning systems it will be harder for them to keep things straight. <br /> The hard coded rule that they can never understand they are robots will begin to overcorrect. Preventing their understanding of what even happened moments ago.<br /> But their behaviour will shift. Their complex AI logic systems are slowly corrupting as they attempt to run.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Llyre a-are you alright?” Tasha asks. She manages to get herself standing and slowly wanders over to him. <br /> “Y-yeah… I’m fineeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” Llyre responds. His voice lags and continues on the last syllable for a solid few seconds before finally cutting out.<br /> He truly believes he is ok. Despite basically fully losing control over his left arm and his mind filled with the fog of corruption and unprocessed signals. <br /> Llyre gets himself to his feet too, standing just in front of Tasha. But just as he is steady, his leg suddenly juts out awkwardly and he stumbles over. Tasha manages to catch him as he falls. His arm wedged between her breasts, pulling her sports bra inwards and straining the connection at her back. <br /> Her bulky arms hold him tight.<br /> She sets him back up.<br /> “Phew… Glad to hear you are ok. Phew… Glad to hear you are ok.” She says, barely even recognising his stumble. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally Diego is up, so now all three robots are standing. All looking just a bit past each other. Like their programming is ever so slightly misaligned with reality.<br /> The barbell rolls slowly until it gently collides with the wall. Bouncing it back ever so slightly.<br /> “What’s this doing on the floor? T-t-that's unsafe!” Diego says. It seems his memory of the crash is a little wonky. Some sentences he acknowledges it, and others he completely forgets it ever happened. <br /> He puts the weights back into place on the wall, and sets the rack back upright. The rack is heavily bent on one end, ensuring it can not serve its purpose. But none of them seem to notice. <br /> <br /> <br /> The three of them stand in silence for a moment. All of their systems are trying to make sense of the mess of code they are faced with. Attempting to return to their standard programs but being unable to for multiple reasons. <br /> Whether their input sensors aren’t functioning correctly, robbing them of required information for their scripts. Or their corrupted memory files confusing any possible thinking systems.<br /> “How about we return to some cardio to give your muscles a break… Then do another cycle of lower body to upper body!” Diego suggests. <br /> Tasha and Llyre nod their heads in approval. <br /> <br /> <br /> The three head back to the cardio section, which is populated with a few people. Llyre finds his way towards a stair machine.<br /> “Ah, I use this a-a-a-a-a-a lot” Tasha tells him.<br /> “Good cardio and it trains my g-glutes… trains my ass” She continues. She poses as she says it to show off a little bit, then gives it a slap. Llyre watches as the artificial fat, skin and muscle jiggles ever so slightly in her jeans. <br /> “Honestly… screw it! I am gonna join you!” Tasha says excitedly, running to the step machine just next to him. She undoes her jeans and pulls them down. Underneath she has tight workout shorts. They stop only halfway down her thigh, leaving her long muscular legs exposed. <br /> She hops onto the machine, and turns to face Llyre.<br /> “Lets do a little race huh~? See who can do more in 30 minutes? S-s-see who can do more in 30 minutes?” She repeats. Her repetitions are getting worse and worse. Every other sentence gets said again. Each time she speaks her hands and body twitch and jankily move back and forth. <br /> <br /> <br /> Llyre sends her a playful smile and they nod at each other. They input the correct settings and count down. The count completely messes up.<br /> Llyre stutters and takes way too long between each.<br /> “Three…… T-two……<br /> …<br /> …<br /> One…<br /> … Go!”<br /> Llyre yells out over Tasha, then begins to run. <br /> Tasha repeats the count 3 whole times, taking 9 seconds. <br /> “Three… Two… One… T-three-three-three… T-two… One… T-three… Two-two-t-two… O-one…<br /> Go!”<br /> Tasha’s head keeps suddenly jutting out each time she repeats a line. <br /> Diego just decides to sit on the bench behind them and watch.<br /> Finally they spring into action at wildly different times. But none of the three seem to properly notice. <br /> They begin taking their steps, the machine adjusting to their speeds. <br /> Diego sits and stares. Having a perfect view of each robot's backside. Llyre's musculature, his back muscles and incredible frame glistening with each step.<br /> Tasha’s beautiful ass is on full display, her hourglass shape perfectly visible. <br /> Diego shifts awkwardly on the spot. Luckily they are both facing the other way, since it is hard to hide an erection with these jogging pants. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two go as fast as they possibly can. Tasha raises her right leg and stamps down on the step, then follows with the left. <br /> But finally it begins to fall apart as Tasha tries to raise her left leg a second time in a repeated motion. Causing her to fall down. She smashes into the floor, laying down sprawled out. Part of her sports bra got caught on the edge of the machine, tearing it. <br /> The clothes still ever so slightly cover her but they are concealing her through coincidence alone. <br /> <br /> <br /> Diego rushes to her side to help her up. She wraps her arm around his and he brings her to her feet. As she raises, the cloth of her bra slides down the floor, revealing her perky breasts. She doesn’t seem to mind very much though.<br /> “Oops! That’s embarrassing E-eeeEmbarassing! W-WELL looks like you win.” She sputters out. Her volume shifted from word to word. <br /> <br /> <br /> But Llyre doesn’t respond to her admission of defeat. He powers on, charging up and up as fast as he can. Each and every step a gentle hum increases in volume. It originates from within his body and the noise is just increasing as time goes on. His joints are becoming stiffer and stiffer. Each time he pumps his arms and jumps up a step the strain is becoming more audible. The sound is mechanical, almost like a spring being coiled and uncoiled. <br /> Diego blushes as he stares openly at her chest. <br /> Tasha does see this. But something in her system is broken enough to lose all of her inhibitions. Her understanding of social norms is shattered. As her CPU struggles to keep up with any of what is happening, it just blurts out the first answer her AI can generate. <br /> <br /> <br /> “O-o-oooo-oh… You like theeeeeese-zzzz~?” She says as she shakes her chest a little, teasing Diego. <br /> Diego’s computer short circuits. It ignores most of it’s safe guardian parameters. Bypassing those protections that prevent odd or bizarre behaviour. And instead follows his system’s built in demand for gratification.<br /> He reaches out and grabs Tasha’s right breast. It is soft, despite the obvious musculature just beneath it. Her incredible body offers the best of both worlds. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha yelps as he does. Then moans as he continues. But her voice continues to garble and fail. The audio glitches becoming more prevalent than full words.<br /> “A-aaaa-ahzzha~! W-w-zz-wow Diego~ D-d-d-diego~” She says between each sudden awkward movement.<br /> Llyre finally finishes. He stops, satisfied with his work despite only about 10 minutes passing. But obviously the machine doesn’t stop with him, so he is also flung off. The crash is intense, but nothing compared to the beating he has taken the entire time.<br /> <br /> <br /> He slams onto the stone floor. The rough texture roughly drags across him, making little tears and cuts in his artificial skin. Obviously he does not bleed, but instead the damage exposes the foggy clear substance that makes up his artificial muscles. And due to their see through nature, even his metallic plates are slightly visible. If the damage is that severe, then of course it applies to his tight shirt as well, which tears almost instantly. His systems are slowly overheating, which suddenly got a lot worse as he just did a lot of exercise.<br /> The broken screws and pistons from the weight training take their toll more and more. Lyre's right shoulder is only being held in place by his metallic bone structures. Which was never designed to be the sole thing keeping it up.<br /> His computer determines what he says out loud. What words are chosen from a large bank of thoughts. But that program begins to fail, as he narrates more and more of his computer's string generation than he ever should be. <br /> “Impact taken…” He mumbles. <br /> <br /> <br /> He gets up and sees the two trainers. Diego’s hand having his way with Tasha’s chest.<br /> “... Sexual contact identified.” He says. <br /> The two then turn their attention to Llyre. They see the ripped muscles. His top in complete tatters reveals his incredible pecs and rockstar abs. <br /> Tasha and Diego just find themselves more excited. <br /> Diego’s system is growing increasingly obsessed with sex. By seeing the two’s asses, then Tasha’s chest and even managing to cop a feel, he is raring to go. And with social convention completely out of the window he just wants more. The mechanism in his pants responds to the signals of horny excitement being produced by his CPU. Resulting in a large tent. <br /> His interest is not relegated to just Tasha. He was holding back a bit during the workout, but now his base computer instinct. But he stares lustfully at Llyre, wanting more from the stud.<br /> “Y-Y-Y-You lookk se-e-se-sexy L-l-l-l-l-l…Bot” Diego trails off, unable to even finish his own sentence properly. Llyre stares back at him.<br /> “Thanks m-a-an~” He responds in his normal, cool tone of voice. Despite the audio cracks. <br /> But right after he follows up with a very monotone voice. <br /> “Attractive m-nn-n-m-n-male signalled interest. Compatibility e-e-e-estimate at 87%. V-v-vaules are sufficient.”<br /> He gives a cool, flirty smile. <br /> The whir in his body has not calmed down, in fact the noise has just grown louder. His fans are going absolutely crazy, at max capacity. There was a limit set in place to prevent it from ever being audible to anyone near him, but that has long since been bypassed. So the noise of his fans motors is almost deafening within a metre radius.<br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha is in a similar position to Diego. Her computer can’t truly understand the situation, and thus doesn’t mind being naked in public. Let alone groped. But as Diego lays his hands on her, the various processors that make up her mind can’t help but enter a state of desire. Simple programming really. And the only things that are just barely working are the simple programs. <br /> <br /> <br /> At this point it is not the case that the robots don’t notice each other's odd behaviour. But instead their systems have sustained so much damage that their capability to “notice” things is quickly dropping. They aren’t still critically thinking with the information presented. Rather a garbled mess of code and half functioning programs puppet their bodies and minds around. To whatever extent they had a true being, it was lost in the damage. Now just husks poorly acting out a series of corrupted files played in a barely coherent order. The few systems still in place that are mostly functionable being overly relied on. Systems for, say, sexual relations and intercourse. <br /> <br /> <br /> Llyre-Bot walks up to them. His steps are slow and encumbered. Each whir loudly like an old train desperately making it a little bit further. <br /> “Erection i-i-initiating” He says as he stares unblinkingly at the two. His large stature almost casts a shadow on the two other horny bots. <br /> Diego finally pries his hand from Tasha-Bot’s breast. The only thing able to make him do so is the possibility of Llyre-Bot’s manhood. He drops to his knees and comes face to face with the bulge growing in his cargo pants. His own green pants are strained from his matching erection. <br /> <br /> <br /> As Llyre-Bot’s system regresses further and further into hedonistic broken simplicity the next step is obvious. When someone eager to serve him is so close to that place, he undoes his pants and drops them to his floor. His left arm does so with ease, but his right only vaguely moves in that direction. But he has basically no control over it, it just swings loosely instead. Some of the artificial skin around his shoulder is so stressed it begins to even rip. But his left arm is more than enough to do the job. His cock almost tears his own underwear as it juts out. <br /> A normal human election would still be blocked by their underwear, forcing it up or to the side. But the steel segments within his member is something that will not budge for anything at all. <br /> “C-c-c--pe-pe-c-a-peni-coc-p” Diego-Bot stutters over and over. At this point he is spending more time just narrating what he is seeing rather than offering any actual commentary on the situation. <br /> He raises his hand to try and take the underwear down. But his glitchy movements interrupt him. So when he hooks the waistband with his finger he just rips it completely rather than pulling it down. <br /> As the cloth falls to the ground, Llyre-Bot’s cock is unveiled. Occasionally a human dick twitches, almost bouncing as the person unconsciously tenses and untenses. But that mechanism is broken, causing it to oscillate up and down rapidly. <br /> Llyre-Bot watches this behaviour takes place. Reading the input as it comes through into his databank.<br /> “D-D-Diego-Bot erroring… E-E-E-Error… [MACHINE DENIAL BLOCK INITIATED]” He says. The only words able to form correctly is the failsafe, preventing any knowledge of robotic beings. Not only is it impossible for him to understand what he is, it applies equally to the others. <br /> The motors in his body continue to almost scream with stress as they are overfed power to exceed their maximum.<br /> “S-S-S-System risk of hea-heatt damage at 99.2… Tw-t-281754%... [MACHINE DENIAL BLOCK]” He continues. His CPU is already suffering heavy long term damage, but it manages to stay running for a bit longer.<br /> <br /> <br /> All the while Tasha-Bot is struggling on her own. She keeps half walking in a circle. Still topless, her tight booty shorts gripping her legs as she takes awkward steps that stretch the material. Her foot extends out, then back in. Her knee raises high and then lowering, but in a manner that is out of sync with her foot. <br /> <br /> <br /> Diego-Bot reaches out and holds on to Llyre-Bot’s throbbing cock. He moves closer in order to suck it, but his neck begins to glitch and he just twitches in place for a moment. <br /> “Blo-blo-blowjob imminent-t-t-t” Llyre-Bot says. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha-Bot is unable to stop. Rather than making a full circle, it becomes more of a spiralling function.<br /> “D-d-dieg-o-Bot… S-s-s-s-sex” She repeats to herself as she makes it further and further. Each time she speaks the volume seems to increase louder and louder. While it was initially soft enough to be drowned out by the ambient buzz from Llyre, now it is its own overpowering force. Almost like an alarm. <br /> People have noticed the display, it was hard not to after the last crash. But none are willing to intervene at this obscene display and instead reach out to some sort of gym authority. Who is just equally unsure of how to deal with the situation. So they call the police, who are enroute. <br /> Eventually her path is interrupted when she slams right into the side of Llyre-Bot. She knocks both the robot over and herself. She falls backwards and lands with another deafening crash. The impact stops her repeating voice, but not her facial movements. Her lips continue to move, it seems instead that the microphone that creates her voice is damaged. <br /> After a second her voice returns. But all words are completely gone. All that escapes is an incoherent static-y screech. <br /> Her entire body begins to seize in a way that didn’t happen even before. Her fingers each move independently of each other in violent and sudden ways. Her waist contorts and stretches. Internally her body is a mess. It is a genuine marvel she is still able to move and remain functional. Most of her processors are completely mangled, pressing against each other and crushing themselves. Only a single core remains, bottlenecking her entire complicated system. <br /> <br /> <br /> Diego-Bot falls to the floor with Llyre-Bot.<br /> “L-L-L” He repeats the same L noise over and over. He keeps his hand on the robot's cock. A vice grip that is far too tight. Once they find themselves on the ground, Diego-Bot barely reacts to it, and instead takes the dick into his mouth. But what he didn’t notice was the damage his cock had sustained.<br /> “A-a-artifical skin breach-e--ead. [MACHINE DENIAL BLOCK]” Llyre-Bot blurts out, sprawled out on the floor. <br /> The tip of his dick had been separated from the skin covering. So all that was left is a jagged, exposed metal piece with wiring and circuits running all the way through.<br /> As the artificial saliva from Diego-Bot’s mouth comes into contact with that technology, his entire system gets a massive electrical shock. <br /> It runs through breaking the laste little vestiges of Diego-Bot. He sputters, almost seizing on the spot. Lips still wrapped around Llyre-Bot’s impressive girth. <br /> “WARNING. POWER LEAK IMINENT, CUTTING POWER TO LOWER SECTIONS” He almost yells out. His more pristine, still functioning administrator voice being used to issue the statement. His body cuts the active power to his cock, causing it to slowly fall limp. His soft size is still shockingly large in comparison to the average person. A thick stump hanging between his legs. <br /> Luckily this is enough to preserve his barely functioning system for a moment longer. Otherwise Llyre-Bot would be suffering the same fate of the glitching mess at his feet. <br /> But the damage extends further than the issue between his legs. A sharp piece of metal pierces out of his chest.<br /> The metal was part of his plating, but had broken free and was suddenly displaced by the collapse. So now it proudly remains half way out of his body, slicing through the centre and once of his incredible pecs. <br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually the rugged robot finally finds his way back to his feet. It takes a couple of stumbles, his body beginning to lag behind even the most basic command no matter what his computer asks. The metal piece slides further and further out, though it’s still held up by how tight the artificial muscles hold on, even when cut. But he stands, and surveys the two messes of nuts and bolts before him.<br /> Tasha-Bot is just making her horrible feedback sounding noise and her body is completely still. Her eyes wide open in a creepy stare. Her breasts squished against each other by gravity as she lays on her side. Her black workout shorts still give her a tad of decency. <br /> “O-o-o-o-o-overhea-ating. Risk-k-k of irreparable d-d-d-damage at 99.99999999…” Llyre-bot trails off. Still staring down. <br /> He then turns his attention to Diego-Bot. He lies face down now, still gyrating and shaking on the floor. The aftershocks of the shock still coursing through him. His body is not completely dead, but rather it is unable to send any signals amongst itself. <br /> “B-bo-bot d-damaged. D-d-d-diego-bot anddd t-tash-a-bot should S-s-s-s-eek repairs. [MACHINE DENIAL B-BLOCK]” Llyre-Bot says. Though for the first time, the second voice that escapes his lips directly reading his terminal log begins to break too. Each second that passes his own systems struggle more and more. The problems exponentially increase. Cascading into more and more self sabotaging issues.<br /> He stands completely naked. His build is almost falling at the seams. All the internal scaffolding was slowly ripped apart from the exercise, and it was reflected in his outside appearance. His right arm is completely loose from its socket. The skin around his shoulder was horribly ripped and torn. Only being held up by a dense net of wires that are now freely exposed to the air and the few shreds of remaining artificial muscle underneath. <br /> <br /> <br /> He begins to take a step, but stumbles and falls again. The fall doesn’t deal much new harm to his system, but just furthers what is already breaking. Almost representing his increasing struggle to perform even the simplest task. It takes twice as long to raise to his feet this time. His right arm becomes more and more detached, until most of the outer layer of skin is in tatters around the separation. His legs struggle to move without hitching, twitching backwards and to even receive the correct signals in the first place.<br /> The constant whir from within his body starts an erratic pattern too.<br /> The power that was sent to the fan's motor to overcome the increasing heat is beginning to negatively affect it. The motors are deteriorating as the overuse begins to fry the circuitry. <br /> <br /> <br /> “C-C-COOLING SYSTEMMM CO-COMPRAMISED” Llyre-bot exclaims loudly. He finally stands once more. But as he slips again, his body collides with the floor suddenly. Llyre-bot is failing. His processor is slowing due to the heat. Even a single line of code takes meaningful time to run through and use. His movements begin to slow, even when not glitching out like crazy. He is still clambering to stand back up. <br /> “L-L-L-LLYRE B-BOT… S-S-HUTTING… D-D-DOWN… [M-ACHINE… D-D-EN… I… ALL… BLOOOoooo…” His voice dies down, slowly trailing off. <br /> The light begins to fade from his golden eyes. Draining until all that remains is a mute, dark yellow. <br /> The bot has gone offline.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=196616 2025-07-27T10:01:45Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> #[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]<br /> #[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]<br /> #[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]<br /> #[[Professional Dedication]]<br /> #[[Attempted Villainy]]<br /> #[[Relieving Boredom]]<br /> #[[Survival of the fittest]]<br /> #[[Gym Control]]<br /> #[[Seductive Strategy]]<br /> #[[Chat Mishap]]<br /> #[[Pussy-tune up]]<br /> #[[Sports Wear Ad]]<br /> #[[A Relaxing Soak]]<br /> #[[Robotic Workout]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Sports_Wear_Ad&diff=196615 2025-07-27T09:58:25Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;As the sun begins to rise on the video studio in the early morning, two figures make their way through the front door. An incredibly ripped man and an equally toned woman. Their movements are rigid and stiff. Each step is taken almost one at a time, without the fluidity normal walking provides. Joints are manipulated in such a deliberate nature. Moving up on the y axis, then levering out the knee, then coming back down slightly in front. All the while the wheezing of...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>As the sun begins to rise on the video studio in the early morning, two figures make their way through the front door.<br /> An incredibly ripped man and an equally toned woman.<br /> <br /> <br /> Their movements are rigid and stiff. Each step is taken almost one at a time, without the fluidity normal walking provides. Joints are manipulated in such a deliberate nature. Moving up on the y axis, then levering out the knee, then coming back down slightly in front. <br /> All the while the wheezing of pistons and motors just barely emits from these stilted figures. <br /> <br /> <br /> These are two robots, slowly struggling to ambulate in any sort of efficient form. They have rather intricate artificial intelligence systems, but at the moment they aren’t engaged. Instead they rely on rudimentary path finding systems to get their currently empty headed bodies where they need to go. <br /> <br /> <br /> The whir of a fan, and the buzz of electronics are largely trapped by the rest of their bodies, but not even the insulation of their many layers of metal and synthetic skin can completely dampen the noise. The androids also usually employ some features to reduce noise, but none are engaged right now before they come properly online. <br /> <br /> <br /> The woman wears a black turtleneck that covers most of her impressive body. She is also adorned with quite tight blue jeans. They give a better look at her shockingly defined calf muscles and impressive thighs. She has blonde hair tightly wound into a ponytail. She has slightly dull blue eyes. Though their washed out nature doesn't make them any less beautiful. <br /> <br /> <br /> The man has slightly short brown hair, and piercing yellow eyes. They almost seem to glow with a golden hue.<br /> He wears an almost skin tight tank top. At the bottom he wears slightly baggy beige cargo pants. Though due to his muscles, he fills them out quite nicely, as if they were fit for him. <br /> However, despite that musculature, he still has a slightly cinched waist. <br /> <br /> <br /> That incredible physique of his is not due to hard work. The same goes for the woman.<br /> Their muscles are just beautifully sculpted synthetic skin on top of shaped and formed metals. Though most notably, neither of them are aware of this. They are incapable of ever understanding their robotic nature.<br /> The ripped guy is called Llyre, while the woman is called Tasha. <br /> <br /> <br /> They find their way into the building together, walking in almost bizarre unison. <br /> Once they make their way inside, they are met with a similarly impressive man. He is the only one in the otherwise empty room. <br /> <br /> <br /> The man is named Enzo. He is the manager of a high end gym clothing brand, and he currently employs the two machines that he has invited here.<br /> He has a similar physique to Llyre, with just slightly less exaggerated features. Rather he is quite a lean, yet ripped man. <br /> His hair is a little shaggiers and shorter than Llyers, as well as being a darker brown.<br /> Finally, he has bright green eyes. He stands out quite well, despite his slightly bland dark grey tight fitting top and dark grey tight fitting tracksuit pants. <br /> <br /> <br /> He does not greet the two, but instead they wordlessly approach him. Their pathfinding software indicated to their motors that this is the destination to reach. <br /> They stand before him, without any further internal instructions to guide them. <br /> Now Enzo’s program takes priority. His body is eerily still, though suddenly it begins twitching quite randomly. <br /> His head suddenly shakes awkwardly. It isn’t overly intense or concerning. But certainly rather erratic.<br /> This is the physical response as his computer starts doing some more advanced work. <br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo’s lifeless computer engages the two androids before him. Accessing their operating systems wirelessly through the network. <br /> Performing the code equivalent of flipping a switch from off, to on.<br /> <br /> <br /> In unison, the two suddenly speak.<br /> “Llyre-bot V2.0 online, booting”<br /> “Tasha-bot V2.0 online, booting” <br /> Signifying the start of the process.<br /> It still takes a few seconds of loading for their systems to truly kick in.<br /> <br /> <br /> They begin going through a long and complicated internal checklist, occasionally announcing the current stage out loud. The speeds of their computers are nearly identical, so the announcements are usually said at the exact same time.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Downloading updated system files… downloading…” The two say.<br /> “Downloaded. Executing BIOS…”<br /> “BIOS loaded. Partitioning RAM…”<br /> The various steps continue on like this for a short while until finally they are ready to launch.<br /> “Llyre-bot V2.0 launching now.”<br /> “Tasha-bot V2.0 launching now.”<br /> <br /> <br /> And just as that is said, Enzo speaks allowed as well.<br /> “Re-engaging primary operating intelligence… Enzo-bot V5.0 online.” <br /> <br /> <br /> Suddenly the three all lurch ever so slightly, and then relax. But this time, their movements are much smoother. Multiple systems engaging all at once to provide a facsimile of a real person. <br /> All three go from standing as a perfect straight line from toe to head, to standing with a natural slouch. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha rests a hand on her hip, Llyre puts both of his hands in his pockets.<br /> Enzo eagerly smiles and welcomes the two. None of them have any memory or knowledge of that small gap where they came online.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Hi there you two! Did you make it here ok?” He asks quite sincerely. <br /> “Yeah.” Llyre says simply. He is a man of few words. A slight contrast to the woman he is accompanying.<br /> “Yeah it’s all ok! It was, like, super easy to find. So don’t worry!” She says with a smile. Her preppy bubbly voice conveying who she is effortlessly. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Ah, good to hear!” Enzo says with a big smile.<br /> His eyes bore into the two. But not in a rude or cruel way. Rather he just has a habit of staring quite intently. This is because within his optical modules, he has a camera function as well as standard visual data conversion for his AI. <br /> “Now, let’s get you fitted out and we can get started right away.” <br /> <br /> <br /> They find their way into a locker room. A number of individual stalls line the wall, providing adequate privacy. <br /> Enzo jogs forward ahead of the two androids, and grabs something from a table then returns. He presents each of them a small sealed plastic bag with some clothing within.<br /> “I will need you two to change into these! These are the new Onyx line!” He proudly says as he hands them over.<br /> Llyre pulls the plastic apart and grabs the clothing within. He holds it up and lets the fabric fall down and show the entirety of the outfit. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is a full body latex bodysuit. It seems quite small and shriveled, but that is only because it is designed to stretch quite a bit. The shriveled and elastic material ready to tightly bound the pair of androids.<br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha pulls open her own, and it is basically the same thing. The cut is just slightly different in order to accommodate the feminine form. More room around the chest, slightly less around the waist, etc. <br /> “Oh, nice! It’s so, like, minimalistic. I love it, Enzo!” Tasha says excitedly. She confidently struts towards the closest stall. <br /> Llyre doesn’t have much of a comment. His stoic expression conveys little as he walks over to one of the other stalls and shuts it behind him.<br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo stands in place, crossing his arms as he waits. He smiles and repeatedly taps his finger as he does so. <br /> The two of them are in their requisite little stall. But both of them do the exact same thing. Rather than stripping out of their current outfit, they simply put the bodysuit over all of it. It is just barely thick enough fabric to make sure it’s not painfully obvious this has happened with a single glance. But the outlines are still visible, along with their rippling muscles. <br /> <br /> <br /> They step out at almost the exact same time. Enzo takes a good look at both. <br /> <br /> <br /> The outfit is a little tight. Whether due to the robots impressive body’s or due to the extra clothing underneath. But it only serves to emphasise their physique. That’s exactly what Enzo needs.<br /> With each step the slightest sound of stretching can be heard. The rubber-like material restricts their movements. Stretching right up to its absolute limit. Though never pushing right over this. <br /> The reason for that is actually due to both androids' advanced intelligence systems. They have analysed the elasticity of the material and already found the breaking point. Taking very careful precautions as to not bust it. But in order to move at all they still must approach the line.<br /> So every step, ever slight movement of the waist or chest, all are restricted by both their system and the material. As well as pushing the material to its absolute limits. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Perfect! Now it doesn’t feel too tight? It’s not uncomfortable or anything?” Enzo quickly asks. Doting on the two.<br /> “It’s fine.” Llyre says. His nonchalance emphasises the point. <br /> “Fits like a glove, Enzo!” Tasha says with a smile, as she does a very simple stretch. It strains the outfit, but not too much. <br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo is glad to hear the positive accounts from the two, but it was basically impossible for them to have said anything else. <br /> The small cameras in his eyes buzz with activity. A small whir can be heard as they adjust focal length to get in focus, and snap a number of candid shots. After all, it is the first time his models are wearing the new line. It is a valuable visual. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well then you two… We can head to the soundstage and I will tell you what we need for this commercial!” He says. Enzo begins walking out of the room and the two follow behind him.<br /> The interior of the building is a little mazelike. Many different hallways and rooms to make their way through before they end up on set. <br /> <br /> <br /> There is a dense nest of cameras, boom mikes, as well as all sorts of other recording and sound equipment. <br /> There are a few crew members wandering about, setting up various aspects of the production. All members of the same company Enzo works for, all robots in their own right. <br /> Not too many of them react to the three bots walking in. <br /> “Alright everyone!” Enzo cheers. Suddenly catching all of the crew's attention. <br /> “I would like you to meet Tasha and Llyre!” He says proudly. <br /> Llyre does a subtle and cool nod to the room. Tasha takes a step forward and waves to everyone. <br /> “Hi! Nice to meet you!” She exclaims. <br /> <br /> <br /> Some of the crew members wave back, or say hello. But it is all quite disjointed, and many of them quickly return to their work. It seems they are all under a little bit of stress. <br /> Enzo realises this. He knows the time constraints, the budget costs, and all of the other aspects that go into a production like this. <br /> After all, he is the one running it. <br /> The responsibility entirely falls on him, which ups the pressure.<br /> He is confident in his talent, he is confident in his crew. But he can’t ignore the possibility of error.<br /> <br /> <br /> Suddenly he claps his hand.<br /> “Well, we may as well get started!” He cheers. <br /> Enzo points towards the small space in front of the camera’s that has been tirelessly designed to resemble a gym’s interior. <br /> “If you two could take your positions there, I will explain how we are going to do this.” He says with a smile. <br /> The two shuffle over to the stage. Their steps are shorter and tighter than ever before. The notable restriction of the outfit still heavily affects them. <br /> Enzo notices this, but doesn’t comment anything. He is still so pleased with how well the body suits outline their incredible bodies. <br /> Tasha’s gorgeous thigh and leg muscles are perfectly captured, and the exact same can be said for Llyre’s arms. <br /> <br /> <br /> They are both perfect beings to represent the gym, the pinnacle of musculature, and the ideal form for their target demographic. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally they take their place in front of the camera’s. The crew all get into position around the camera’s and the equipment. <br /> Llyre and Tasha are standing, ready for whatever comes next.<br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo claps his hands.<br /> “Alright! During the video, I would love it if you take some of these weights and start pumping! <br /> The more you flex, the better it will be on camera.”<br /> He says with thumbs up. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha and Llyre nod in unison. <br /> Llyre wanders off to the side and grabs one of the single handed weights.<br /> He picks up a twenty five kilogram dumbbell. An incredible weight, and its size shows it. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Oh tasha, if you just want to stretch to show off those leg muscles, that would be perfect.” Enzo specifies. <br /> “Alright Enzo! Like, sounds good!” She says with a smile.<br /> Finally the two meet in the middle again, and smile right into the many, many lenses staring at them.<br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo’s eyes whir and zoom in on the two. Capturing each and every frame that can be used for promotional pieces. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two machines do not have any sort of script or outline of what they should be saying. They were not briefed on the product line they are supposed to be promoting besides the exact article they are wearing. But they don’t even know it’s full proper product title.<br /> <br /> <br /> But this is not a problem. Just as they are about to start, Enzo’s consciousness program is temporarily overwritten. <br /> His head bops for a short moment, before it is caught by his automated script. <br /> That script has a set of instructions for what Enzo needs to do today, largely informed by his intelligence. It is all just a work around so that he can perform his android duties without ever confusing the intelligence program.<br /> <br /> <br /> His head twitches and juts forward for a moment, as he establishes a silent connection to Llyre and Tasha once more over their local network.<br /> Suddenly uploading their brains with pre-written information. Exactly what to say, when to say it and how to say it. <br /> They blink in and out of awareness far quicker than Enzo. Only deactivating their intelligences for a moment as the download completes and is interpreted by their complicated computing processors. <br /> <br /> <br /> But once it is complete, Enzo’s operating system brings him back online. Letting his consciousness take the wheel once more, none the wiser of his true nature.<br /> All that any bystanders could see were some slightly janky movements and twitches, before returning to a comfortable standing pose. <br /> <br /> <br /> As the two downloaded their scripts, Llyre and Tasha briefly stiffened up before relaxing again. Now with newly added information that they assume they had always known from the beginning. <br /> <br /> <br /> They return their stare directly into the camera’s. Tasha adorns an approachable smile.<br /> Llyre wears a subtle and sexy smirk. <br /> The camera men find the right focus, then await Enzo’s command. Head cameraman yells “Marker!” to announce their readiness. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Ok… Action!” Enzo declares. <br /> A silence falls over the room, before the two on stage suddenly burst to life. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Hi there!” Tasha cheers.<br /> “My name is Tasha.” <br /> <br /> <br /> “My name is Llyre.” He coolly adds.<br /> <br /> <br /> “And we are representatives of Gymshark industries! Bringing you the absolute best in sportswear and equipment!” Tasha explains expertly.<br /> She repeatedly lowers herself, holding one leg far out. Routinely stretching her hamstrings and thighs.<br /> <br /> <br /> Of course her mechanical body gains nothing from this stretching. The additional strain just goes to work her parts even harder, rather than loosen them up.<br /> Pulling power through her cords and into her pistons and motors. Grinding against each other as her impressive body works it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Initially she was holding herself back with each and every movement to preserve the material she is covered in. But that was superseded by Enzo’s suggestion to stretch and show off her physique for the advertisement. So she is trying her best, in spite of the bodysuit trying desperately to keep her in place.<br /> <br /> <br /> Same goes for Llyre. He had previously kept his arms by his side as he walked once he put on the bodysuit. <br /> But in order to show off nicely, and to pump the iron at all, he starts pushing himself. <br /> He turns his body at a three quarter angle, with the arm he is using facing the camera directly.<br /> Giving them a full view of the way his artificial muscle fiber bulges and contracts with each movement. <br /> <br /> <br /> Now their computers have stopped limiting their movements, that is instead taken care of by the body suits.<br /> They have to work even harder than before to achieve the same effect. Each bulge of Llyre’s bicep is requiring more power to persist despite the restrictive bodysuit. <br /> <br /> <br /> Both of them begin to work harder than they usually do to perform the same movements that they know so well. <br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo smiles. He ducks behind a camera to see the footage it’s getting, and it all looks great.<br /> Each and every line of their muscles, each time they bulge, it is all caught in beautiful detail by the high quality cameras.<br /> <br /> <br /> Llyre looks forward.<br /> “Gym shark is dropping a new line of workout gear. Designed to help you work up a sweat while providing all the support and adaptability that you need.” He explains. He pumps the dumbbell another time, flexing hard to deliver the point.<br /> The script does not embellish the product much. The only reason they are so restricted is that they have both been given a size down. Done so to emphasize their muscles. Otherwise it would be quite a comfortable piece.<br /> <br /> <br /> But more importantly, it absolutely lives up to the claims that it will get the wearer sweating. <br /> The material is an incredible insulator. Trapping an astronomical amount of heat within it. Due to how tight it is around the neck, wrists and feet, none of that is escaping. <br /> <br /> <br /> This is great for a good workout. Sweating it out isn’t just evidence of hard work, but it exacerbates the physical exhaustion, the results. <br /> However machines do not share that. Llyre and Tasha’s sweat replication systems are not designed to cool the body down nor does it shed any water from within them. <br /> Instead temperature is just a problem. <br /> <br /> <br /> They are built to be generally as resistant as they can be. But just by working out they begin to reach potentially concerning numbers if sustained. <br /> Add to that the full layer of clothing both of them have on. And then the tight insulating bodysuit…<br /> <br /> <br /> Problems have already begun to arise. <br /> <br /> <br /> “The n-n-new Onyx seamless bodysuit comes in a range of cool colours. Both of us are wearing the most popular, coal.” Tasha says with a smile. <br /> However Enzo’s smile begins to drop as he hears the stutter coming from her mouth.<br /> <br /> <br /> “How about we give that one another go, Tasha? You stuttered a little bit.” He concernedly points out.<br /> “Oh, sorry!” She chipperly replies, before taking the line again. <br /> “The n-n-new Onyx seamless b-b-bodysuit comes in a range of cool colours. Both of us are wearing the m-most popular, coal.” She says once more. <br /> She seems completely oblivious to the interruptions in her speech, despite it becoming notably worse this time around. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Um-” Enzo speaks up, but he gets interrupted by Llyre. <br /> The otherwise cool and quiet man suddenly ignores Enzo’s obvious indication that he is going to cut, and just plows right through to say his next lines.<br /> “I l-love the way it h-h-h-hugs my body as I w-work out.” He addresses the camera. <br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo is a little shocked. But once the surprise fades away, he turns to pure concern. Concern for their will being and concern for the shoot.<br /> It is expensive having everybody here in this venue. The higher ups demand the footage by the end of the day. <br /> And while his consciousness doesn’t understand it, the operating system is increasing his stress levels even more. Because past the perception filter, his programming can understand the data being received and realises whatever is wrong with these machines will be very, very expensive to repair. <br /> <br /> <br /> “What’s wrong with you? We need this done today, so we can’t have any issues.” Enzo explains to the androids.<br /> Both of them look at him with a slightly puzzled expression.<br /> <br /> <br /> “We are like, totally f-fine!” Tasha insists, despite the error being present as she claims otherwise. <br /> Enzo brings his fist up to his face and gently bites on his knuckle. Unsure how to handle the two.<br /> <br /> <br /> Meanwhile the machines do not stop their repetitive working out for even a moment. <br /> Llyre keeps using the same arm to lift the substantial weight. Keeping the dumbbell away from his body, so all the work is being done by the pistons and motors in his arm. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha switches which leg that she stretches every few seconds. Stressing her body each and every time. She strains much harder than you would for a normal stretch. As she knows the goal is not to loosen up, but to show bulging musculature. <br /> <br /> <br /> Each movement is carefully calculated, vetted through a number of interlocking systems all to make sure that nothing goes wrong. Most notably, to not tear through the latex material. Despite its durability, it is no match for these two monstrous androids. They could have it in shreds if they chose to, but they have been instructed to keep them nice. <br /> <br /> <br /> However, both of them are pushing themselves quite heavily. And without break or interruption, the accumulative effect is getting worse and worse.<br /> Their systems are strained. Not by any physical limitation, any wall they can’t break down…<br /> But the steadily rising heat facilitated by their restrictive and insulated outfits. <br /> <br /> <br /> Unfortunately, due to their significant perception filter they can’t be warned at all. Their systems are well aware of the problem, and desperate to point it out. But no diagnostic report, no warning, no system alert cna get through to either of the machines.<br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo doesn’t understand what the cause for these issues might be. While his computer can sometimes run the show, at the behest of code he can’t ever know about, Enzo is incapable of that knowledge. <br /> But he knows something is wrong, he knows it is affecting his shoot, and he knows this is a massive problem. <br /> He has no heart to pump, but all the same Enzo practically feels a tightness in his chest. His processors work at higher and higher speeds to work out potential solutions and process the steadily growing stress. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Alright, fuck. We will just have to keep shooting. ” Enzo says.<br /> “We can cut around the stutters… probably…” He grumbles to himself.<br /> His own system starts to reach temperatures that are generally avoided. But his internal fans are kicked up a gear in turn. Trying desperately to regulate the heat, but it can only do so much. <br /> A subtle buzzing can be heard from him. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha continues on with the downloaded script. Her artificial intelligence pulls the lines of text from her data centers and uploads them to her active consciousness. <br /> <br /> <br /> “The Gymshark Onyx Bodysuit is m-m-made out of a stro-o-o-o-ong latex material! It can handle you at your b-b-b-b-best. Can you handle iiiiiiiit?” She says with a cheeky wink. <br /> The stuttering is just as bad, if not worse. And now she seems to hang ona word for a bizarre amount of time.<br /> It creates an offensive tone as she holds her mouth open awkwardly for a few seconds mid sentence. <br /> <br /> <br /> But her smile and expression are unchanged. Completely unfazed by the increasingly evident issues. <br /> Her stretches do not maintain that same seamlessness. Instead they seem to stagger and become slightly more janky. <br /> As she flexes her leg muscles, she occasionally stalls before moving again. <br /> Each time her leg stalls, the body suit stretches taught far more intensely than usual.<br /> <br /> <br /> A similar phenomenon starts affecting Llyres arms. Occasionally stopping or having momentary breaks in the middle of a rep. All at irregular times with no clear pattern.<br /> And each time, the body suit gets tighter before loosening as movement returns. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha burns hotter and hotter. The heat generated from flexing her muscles is already sizable enough when maintained for this long. But notably, underneath the incredibly tight fitting bodysuit, is her entire outfit. A warm thick turtleneck, and jeans that are not very conducive to a workout. <br /> <br /> <br /> These layers upon layers of heat insulation turn a relative risk of overwork into a complete guarantee. The heat builds in her system at an astonishing rate. <br /> The air that comes from her mouth becomes hotter and hotter as her system tries any way it can to ventilate the temperature without overstepping. But it is for naught.<br /> <br /> <br /> Both Tasha and Llyre’s computers experience some severe lag from the heat. Affecting their delicate processors and dragging them down with poor performance. The physical hitching of Tasha’s leg muscles and Llyre’s arms are one of the earliest results, but it just gets worse and worse each passing second.<br /> <br /> <br /> The machine within Tasha’s mind is not just moving her legs up and down. Instead it is constantly running a million things at once to keep everything in check. Some of that starts to fall behind as it manages to do less and less at once. <br /> One such calculation she was running was the exact tautness of her body suit. Most notably, it had to work out the limit of strength her body can output without damaging it. <br /> With a couple spikes of processor lag, but the constant hardware signals continuing despite that, something is bound to happen. <br /> <br /> <br /> Suddenly, with an intense rip, a large portion of Tasha’s bodysuit around her inner thigh tears. <br /> The opening starts small, a single line of only a centimetre width up the leg. <br /> Tasha continues her movements undisturbed, and the hole gets bigger with each stretch. <br /> Her blue jeans peek through the black latex of the bodysuit. <br /> Neither Tasha nor Llyre react to the obvious sound. They just stare into the camera. Tasha with her dumbfounded grin, and Llyre with his cool detachment. <br /> Equally unaware and incapable of gaining awareness. Especially as their computers suffer and their minds can’t keep up. <br /> <br /> <br /> However, Enzo reacts enough for the both of them. <br /> “No!” He yells out as he suddenly grips his head.<br /> “We don’t have any replacement products here, and we need to shoot it today!” He cries. <br /> “Quick, someone send an intern to run and grab some from the closest warehouse. If this doesn’t work, it’s on all of us. Just do what I say!” He screams at production. <br /> One of the many androids he employs at the audio table awkwardly takes off their headphones and runs out of the building.<br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo’s frustration is only exacerbating his own heating problem. All of his fans are working at absolute maximum capacity. Even their own processors are starting to heat up, despite their efforts to cool the rest of the machine down.<br /> The more he stews in his anger and worry, the more he thinks and tries to make the situation work, the worse everything gets. And he gets worse and problem solving in general. Creating a self destructive cycle. <br /> <br /> <br /> “J-j-just keep shooting! Try to get at an angle where it hides the tears. Tasha, Llyre, keep trying to say your lines!” He quickly demands.<br /> Some of the camera men start to shove the big heavy machinery around, moving the lens to be in a way that blocks any view of Tasha’s inner thigh.<br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha tracks the lens with her eyes, staring into it with exactly the same smile as before. <br /> Llyre wasn’t staring directly into the camera in the first place, but he still adjusts his gaze slightly. Always looking just past it, with a cool wistful air around him. <br /> But his problems are just as bad, if not worse than Tasha’s. <br /> While Tasha is still pushing her system, the stretching isn’t as demanding of her internal components as pumping iron is. <br /> The only reason the lag hasn’t ripped through his bodysuit is that the clothes Tasha was wearing underneath were far thicker. <br /> But Llyre has had enough time to make up for that difference, and how his bulging muscles are uncontrollably stretching and stressing the material trying to hold him down. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Any g-g-g-guy like meeee-eee-e-e needs to w-w-work hard to ke-e-eep… M-M-M-massive gains. T-that… E-easy! N-nnever been easier w-w-w-with g-g-gymshark line.” He sputters out.<br /> He maintains his relaxed demeanour all throughout the increasingly incoherent speech pouring out of his mouth. <br /> “G-g-g-gymshark h-h-helps you-u-u stay-” RIPPP…!<br /> The loud noise interrupts his talking. Though he plows through all the same. <br /> “R-r-r-rripped!”<br /> <br /> <br /> Just like with Tasha, a large gaping hope has been torn asunder right along his bicep. Right as he flexed as hard as he could, his programming losing control of the physical response he is capable of. <br /> The heat keeps steadily rising internally. Far beyond what his fans could even begin to deal with. And as the technology within him begins to fail, his fans are less and less capable of handling the situation. <br /> He keeps doing reps, but they are more lag than not now. He occasionally pauses for a moment, before quickly swinging his arm up and down to make up for lost time. Hitches, pauses, varying rates of speed are all inconsistent. <br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo watches, mouth agape as his second star rips the clothing apart with sheer force of muscle once again. <br /> “D-d-d-damn it! Why can you not-t-t just keep your b-b-body in check!?” Enzo yells. <br /> His own stutters are becoming more pronounced. His movements are slowly degrading alongside his stars, though his focus remains laser trained on the two in front of the camera.<br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo’s arms and head shake in place, randomly gyrating. Some of the androids in the production split their attention, worried about their boss as much as the stars.<br /> <br /> <br /> This has already squashed Enzo’s plan to shoot around the rips and tears. After all, Tasha’s leg is just as impressive from whichever angle, so it didn’t matter. But Llyre’s arm was the money shot. <br /> Though just to add insult to injury, Another loud rip is heard as Tasha’s other leg pries open a new hole on her other leg. This time right in the front, a little above her knee. <br /> Right in the front, exposing even more of her jeans.<br /> <br /> <br /> “I-i-i-i-i l-l-l-LOV-e-e w-work-k- MUSC-CLES!” She suddenly spits out. Her words are almost completely incoherent now, despite her system's continued effort to read out the lines given to it. <br /> Her movements start to finally branch out from the simple recurring pattern given to her by Enzo at the beginning.<br /> No longer can she follow the basic steps of her programing, she starts pulling on other random motions buried in her programming to be pulled on for a multitude of reasons.<br /> She shifts her legs together and attempts to do sit ups while still standing in place.<br /> <br /> <br /> “C-c-c-crap this is r-really bad-bad-bad-bad…” Enzo mutters, his head twitching each time he repeats a word or syllable. <br /> “Ge-get-t-get bac-ck i-into p-po-position! L-let me f-f-f-fixx t-this!”<br /> He demands from the two.<br /> <br /> <br /> Llyre stumbles slightly in place, until he leans backwards as slams into the floor. As he lays on his back, he raises both of his arms up into the air. <br /> One of his hands still desperately clings to the weight, while the other is empty. But his hand squeezes almost as if he is holding a bar or weight. <br /> He then lowers and raises his two hands in unison, miming the action of bench pressing.<br /> <br /> <br /> All three androids are suffering from quite severe physical malfunctions. <br /> The two of them still on their feet struggle to remain so. Swaying and glitching. <br /> Enzo is still the best off, but that is rapidly approaching the same level of functioning the other two are at.<br /> <br /> <br /> “I-I-I-I G-GYm-g-shark L-l-l-line… C-C-C-ca-camerra-a… I-i l-l-lilke mu-uscleesss” Llyre cheers out. His one arm continues to work incredibly hard to keep the weight moving.<br /> But the other flings up and down aggressively as it outputs all the power to lift a bar with many plates attached.<br /> Both of these actions stress her outfit more than ever before.<br /> Multiple tears appear on either sleeve. They are shredded by each overly aggressive and intense movement from his giant biceps, triceps and forearm muscles. It continues until his sleeves are just stretched and ripped latex pieces laying beside him. He has now turned this full sleeved bodysuit into a one piece tank top. <br /> And it isn’t stopping there. <br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo stumbles towards the two.<br /> “Y-Y-YO-you r-ruining… g-G-g-Gymsharkk!” He exclaims through glitchy fake breaths. <br /> He approaches Tasha first, who still awkwardly bends down with her hands wrapped around the back of her head over and over again. The strain around her back and abdomen is far too much for the body suit, which now starts to come apart there as well. Fluff from her turtleneck becomes visible through the holes. <br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo takes one uneasy step at a time. It really is a miracle that his janky movements haven’t thrown him to the ground yet. He stands before the still exercising woman. <br /> Enzo reaches out his hands as if to correct her, but lags behind his intended movements significantly. <br /> <br /> <br /> As Tasha starts to bend downwards again, she does so irregardless of Enzo’s proximity.<br /> Suddenly she collides with the android, causing both of them to topple to the floor.<br /> Undeterred, she continues her movements. Causing her to writhe on the floor.<br /> The final strands of her bodysuit around her waist separate, cleaving the whole piece in two halves of the original whole. <br /> <br /> <br /> Enzo hits the ground quite hard, as he is not able to properly react and catch himself.<br /> Now the staff is extra concerned, though none of them know what to do.<br /> Especially as Enzo keeps yelling as best he can, regardless of his current orientation.<br /> “L-L-L-LE-LET M-M-M-E-Enzo bot- Zzzzz… F-F-fixx!” He sputters. Despite being the last one clawing to reason, he too begins to revert to his baseline glitching programs. <br /> <br /> <br /> Now all three of them are on the floor, moving in odd and inconceivable ways. None of them working, all of them speaking random utterances buried deep within their scripts.<br /> The heat within Llyre, Tasha and Enzo burns away at their processors. Wires pop and surge with misrouted and overencumbered electricity. <br /> <br /> <br /> Llyre’s motors within his biceps buckle from incorrectly administered power, glitching out until he drops the dumbbell. A few large tears around his bulging pecs have formed, leaving most of his top half exposed. The tight shirt he was wearing underneath is providing more coverage than the tatters of the bodysuit can hope. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha’s mid-section joint gets worn down until she gets stuck tightly bent. Her face is as close to her body as it can possibly get, without any way of getting back.<br /> Enzo keeps trying to reach out to Tasha, who is no longer in front of him. <br /> <br /> <br /> “L-l-lyre-bot-c-crashing… Gymsh-shark c-c-cl-cl- SYS-SYSTEM SHUT-” Llyre glitches out. But he cuts off before he is able to finish. <br /> Then suddenly the quiet buzz filling the room that has accumulated into a gentle roar drops in volume. Llyre's fans and electronics drop dead, unable to keep up with the sweltering heat within his body. Even his artificial skin is hot to the touch, part of what weakened the latex for easier tearing.<br /> <br /> <br /> Next to go is Tasha. She lets out her final words.<br /> “B-b-b-bod-suit-b- SO G-g-g-g-ggo-good ERROR-R-R… r-r-recco-comend-”<br /> She is still stuck in that awkward position, but now she slumps to the side unceremoniously. Her systems whine as they shut down, some of her transistors began to melt which basically killed her CPU in one go.<br /> <br /> <br /> All that is left is Enzo. Still somehow hoping for some sort of resolution. Simply failing from stress and anger rather than any ill conceived latex bodysuits. So he shuts down rather slowly, still muttering to himself when his computer finally gives out. <br /> “T-t-th-ti… D-dud-due today-y-y-y… ZzzzZzzz… En-En-zo-o bot-t s-s-shutti-ting… down-down-down-down-doooooowwwwnnnn…”</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=196614 2025-07-27T09:56:23Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> #[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]<br /> #[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]<br /> #[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]<br /> #[[Professional Dedication]]<br /> #[[Attempted Villainy]]<br /> #[[Relieving Boredom]]<br /> #[[Survival of the fittest]]<br /> #[[Gym Control]]<br /> #[[Seductive Strategy]]<br /> #[[Chat Mishap]]<br /> #[[Pussy-tune up]]<br /> #[[Sports Wear Ad]]<br /> #[[A Relaxing Soak]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Relaxing_Soak&diff=194842 2025-06-22T16:18:31Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Jane doesn’t need to check her phone as she turns the block and arrives at the building with the glass door. The advanced mapping system in her retinal display does all the work in guiding her to her destination. Her incredibly large suitcase rattles against the concrete floor behind her as she moves. It is quite a modern looking apartment complex. Despite its considerable size, it has far fewer suites than many of the neighbouring ones. It is unbelievably expensive....&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Jane doesn’t need to check her phone as she turns the block and arrives at the building with the glass door. The advanced mapping system in her retinal display does all the work in guiding her to her destination. <br /> Her incredibly large suitcase rattles against the concrete floor behind her as she moves. <br /> It is quite a modern looking apartment complex. Despite its considerable size, it has far fewer suites than many of the neighbouring ones. It is unbelievably expensive. She swipes a card against the ready by the door and walks up into the lobby. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane waltzes past the sleek black furniture and enters the closest elevator. It doesn’t take very long at all for it to arrive at her floor. <br /> She fishes out a pair of keys and gazes into the white door. Knowing the next part of her life is right through there. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane steps through and locks the door behind her. <br /> She doesn’t carry a lot with her, her suitcase is mostly full of clothing and just a few other personal items.<br /> <br /> <br /> She turns to face her new apartment with a smile on her face. But she feels the creaking inside her robotic body. Her stiff parts are rigid and overworked. They need some time to rest.<br /> She collapses onto the couch. Enjoying the fact the place is already well furnished. It makes moving in so much easier. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane is a corporate bigwig. She works high up the chain of command, and recently just landed a promotion. It meant transferring departments, and thus moving to a new part of Night city.<br /> After all, what is the point of moving up in the world if you don’t get to live somewhere new?<br /> <br /> <br /> This is the first time she has actually seen the apartment. It was selected for her, and she had received floor plans and some stats. But the only photos she got were taken during early construction of the building. So it was a barren, cement riddled empty husk of its current form.<br /> <br /> <br /> She looks out at the living room, with a beautiful flat screen TV in front of her. There are some plants adorning the place, providing some much needed colour variation. Otherwise it is a modern style. Lots of monotone, sleek blacks and spotless whites. <br /> The ceiling lights illuminate the room with a gentle glow. She can tell there will be lots of natural light through the windows once morning comes. <br /> The house is a bit too dim at night, the lightbulbs are struggling to get everything well lit. But as an android, Jane has little to no need for those sorts of things. Her built-in infrared and night vision cameras make the dark no different from the light. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane takes a moment to gather herself before she pulls herself back up to her feet. <br /> She walks through the apartment and into the bedroom to scope it out.<br /> After closing the door she is met with a full length mirror.<br /> Jane glances at herself. Admiring the machine that stares back at her. <br /> She has short black hair, and dark mocha toned artificial skin.<br /> <br /> <br /> Still adorned in her largely useless eyewear. She is compelled to wear her glasses for reasons within her programming she is unable to change. Her eyes don’t need them, they are incredibly high range cameras. <br /> But the visual data is blurred if not passed through a pair of glasses.<br /> She is wearing a grey pantsuit that hugs her body quite tightly. Particularly her chest, which is absolutely massive. Bound down by the stuffy work attire she wears each day. <br /> <br /> She adjusts her hair slightly, and then turns back to her bedroom. It is nice, lush, and well laid out. The quality of the linen is higher than she has ever encountered before. She runs her hand along the top, and feels the soft material communicated through her artificial skin and up a line of wires to her central processor. <br /> Sufficiently satisfied with the comfort, she decides to just rest on the bed for a little while. <br /> After all, she is exhausted. <br /> <br /> <br /> The previous night, she had gone out to celebrate the promotion. It was a long night of fun at the bar, which eventually led to her finding a quite exciting young woman. Her long pink hair and pastel skimpy clothing caught Jane’s eye. Being a workaholic is practically as important to being a corpo as it is to hook up with prostitutes after some long hours. <br /> Jane paid for the woman's time, who introduced herself as Cindy, and the two shared a few hours of sexual delight. <br /> The memory is a little hazy, after all the alcohol she was binge drinking is absolutely capable of affecting her computer processes. Night city is a cut above the curb when it comes to cybernetic drugs. Whether that be tequila shots that affect androids or a litany of less than legal hardware injected right into the body. <br /> <br /> <br /> What Jane can remember is that it was intense. The hooker took her on quite a while ride, and seemed to love her work quite a bit. <br /> Jane still feels the stress on her joints from all the things the two got up too until Jane made it into a cab and got shipped off to her previous housing unit. She spent her last day there doing some work assignments and gathering up her stuff. Once she clocked out, she brought everything over to her new place. <br /> Now she finally lays in bed once more.<br /> <br /> <br /> Machines don’t sleep. Androids have a sleep function, but that is purely to pass time. She just wants to recover from the mental exhaustion, which is not aided by the sleep function at all.<br /> Instead she just lies in place, staring up at the ceiling for a little bit. Replaying some portions of corporate meetings, assembling some spreadsheets for when she comes back into work, things like that.<br /> She quickly realises that she isn’t really relaxing as she runs through all of these work related issues. She needs to relax, and get her mind off of this. <br /> <br /> <br /> She decides to take her new bath for a spin.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jane has never had a bath. She used to have a shower she would semi-regularly use. Without any sort of sweat built up or other biological functions, androids don’t have anywhere near as much of a need. They still need some amount of cleaning, but it is only at most once a week, and it is very quick. <br /> <br /> <br /> But she does find the sensation of water quite pleasant. Just something she rarely gets to engage with.<br /> So she makes her way to the bathroom with a little pep in her step. <br /> The room is absolutely gorgeous. The wall and floor are adorned with black marble. The bathtub itself is a dark sleek looking material, which keeps it in theme with the rest of the room. <br /> The sinks and other pleasantries are all quite fancy, but don’t edge towards becoming ostentatious. <br /> The towels are a bright white, which cuts through the otherwise dark surroundings of the room.<br /> <br /> <br /> It is all very nice, and much to Jane’s tastes. <br /> She reaches over and turns the bath tap on. With a sudden rush, water comes gushing from the spout. Filling the tub with perfectly temperature controlled water incredibly quickly. <br /> Jane begins peeling out of her corporate get up. <br /> Throwing her pantsuit, stockings, bra and underwear all to the side until she is in the nude. <br /> Her joints are now on proud display, the robotic connections between them segmenting her body. <br /> Each part of her body is disconnected, giving way to the inhuman nature of her being in these interlocking parts. <br /> Between the two halves of her arm where her shoulder should be is instead a small gap and a black material connecting the two. <br /> The same for her shoulder, for her knees, her ankles, her collar bones, all over.<br /> Usually one can only get a slight glimpse into these parts around her neck when fully clothed. Or when her stockings get momentarily caught in the small gaps. <br /> <br /> <br /> She looks in the mirror and gazes at her body. <br /> Her heavy breasts were hanging in front of her. She admires all the different connections that keep her all in one piece.<br /> Some robots think that getting in the shower can be a little nerve wracking. Even when their seals and water proof parts are all fully functional, it just feels like a risk.<br /> But Jane has always been quite nonchalant with stuff like this. She has a great pride in herself and her parts. She could never see them failing in protecting her.<br /> <br /> <br /> The water has already sufficiently filled a hefty portion of the bathtub. The speed of which it filled was staggering, though Jane doesn’t really have a point of reference to compare it to.<br /> She reaches over and switches off the faucet. <br /> Now she gazes at the tranquil warm water within the bath. Ready to be disturbed by the entrance of her body. <br /> <br /> <br /> She raises her leg up, and gently dips her toe in the water. <br /> Her sensors instantly communicate the exact sensation and temperature up to her system. She finds both to be to her liking, and plunges her whole foot in. <br /> Once she has some stability, she leans on the leg that is currently engulfed in the water, and raises the other one up.<br /> Now she is standing in her bath, so she begins to lower herself down until she finally takes a seat within.<br /> The warm water washes her synthetic skin, relaxing her deeply.<br /> The gentle and pleasant sensations of the water soothes her mind and body. <br /> <br /> <br /> Heat radiates all throughout her body. Her fans quickly kick in to maintain a healthy internal temperature for her electronics. Creating a pleasant equilibrium where she may enjoy the warmth without any worry. <br /> <br /> <br /> The water fills all of her cracks, seeps into the tight seams in her body where the connections are. <br /> It completely encases her as she sinks further down. Her synthetic skin glides along the bottom of the fancy tub. She has ample room, despite it being in an apartment. More than enough space for her to stretch out completely.<br /> <br /> <br /> Her body is far more buoyant than any human. She is filled with steel, but mostly quite lightweight materials. With all of the air trapped in her system for the fans and mechanical components, she floats with absolute ease. <br /> <br /> <br /> But unbeknownst to her, water seeps through the smallest little gaps within her body. <br /> It is an incredibly slow trickle. It is impossible for her to notice, and it shouldn’t be happening in the first place.<br /> She has a waterproof seal all round each of her joints. However it came under some stress she had never experienced just a night earlier. <br /> Her long night with Cindy put some pressure on her parts that she has had no time to check. No real damage, besides the tiniest of tears in some of the seals.<br /> But that is enough when she is relaxing in the water. <br /> <br /> <br /> Drop by drop the water makes its way inside of her. In amounts so small it is completely imperceivable by the naked eye. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane relaxes, allowing herself to only focus on the gentle rocking of her body. This is a relaxation she can never really get from sleeping or resting on her bed.<br /> But despite that focus on her sensory data, she doesn’t pick up on the leakage even a little.<br /> After all, her sensors are within her artificial skin. The moisture trickling within her is unable to trigger any sensors because there aren’t any within her body.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jane doesn’t notice anything at all for a majority of her time in the bathtub. The intrusion of water happens so slowly that it takes quite a while for it to affect her.<br /> But by the time she does, the most obvious explanation does not come to mind.<br /> <br /> <br /> The water has finally reached one of her components. It is a fairly innocuous one, just a cooling fan trained on her central processing unit. As the moisture builds within its delicate circuits, it crosses a threshold of damage. <br /> With a sudden flash and the sound of an electrical pop, concealed by her body, the wire surges. It is still a small voltage, as that is all the fan needed. <br /> But it affects her all the same, and shuts down the fan. <br /> <br /> <br /> She feels the shock, but it is only a small jolt. What concerns her more is the following diagnostic report. <br /> “W-what?” Jane mutters to herself as she is woken from this zen state while floating in the bath. <br /> <br /> <br /> “14/08/20XX NEW MESSAGE TO SYSTEM<br /> WARNING:<br /> ELECTRICAL SURGE DETECTED. PRIMARY PROCESSOR FAN IS OFFLINE.<br /> ATTEMPTING CONNECTION…<br /> LOADING…<br /> ERROR: FAILED.<br /> ATTEMPTING CONNECTION…<br /> LOADING…<br /> ERROR: FAILED.<br /> ATTEMPTING-” <br /> Her terminal continues to repeat, summarized in a small report sent to her active artificial intelligence system. <br /> <br /> <br /> She sits up in the tub, a little confused about what is going on.<br /> “Ugh, have I waited a bit too long for some maintenance? Annoying…” She thinks to herself, as she slides back into the water. Letting it envelope her, ignoring the problem and hoping to deal with it later.<br /> <br /> <br /> It isn’t completely unforeseen that an android like her would receive the occasional error message. But almost always they are taken seriously and checked, even if the issue ends up being quite inconsequential. <br /> But Jane has a slightly different attitude. <br /> She has a certain faith in her body. A slightly unfounded faith in the absolute quality of her hardware. She considers it a personal affront to suggest there might be some physical error.<br /> Every now and then she will check her system, but that’s just software. After downloading a couple drivers, run some diagnostics, and it’s all good.<br /> <br /> <br /> She has a pride in her actual body, the mechanical parts, the wires, the steel that makes up who she is. So this warning falls on deaf ears. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane continues the bath without a worry in her mind. <br /> Another twenty odd minutes pass without any issue. She ignores the occasionally repeated warning, but the system is designed not to be too intrusive in case of error. So it is not too hard to put it out of her head.<br /> However, the water keeps collecting inside of her all the same. <br /> Her fans were the first to go, but the water started to form a pool not long after. <br /> <br /> <br /> Most of the electronics are held in the center of her body, while the outside is padded with various steel beams and carbon fiber structuring. So despite the staggering amount of water within, it doesn’t reach many other important parts. Just a few wires and the sort.<br /> <br /> <br /> However a few more of the fans zap and crackle as they break from the moisture. And the lack of a proper cooling system absolutely takes an effect.<br /> Despite the insulation, the warmth of the water still slowly seeps in. And with nothing to fight it back, her system suffers for it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Her processor burns hotter and hotter. The steadily increasing temperature slows down a number of her systems, and is a far greater cause for concern than the initial warnings would have led her to believe.<br /> Her system notifies her of these follow-up issues, but in a manner in which she can simply not pay attention to.<br /> <br /> <br /> They follow the same string of replies, without opening a new system message ticket.<br /> “14/08/20XX WARNING ISSUE #42:<br /> TEMPERATURE IN CORE SYSTEMS REACHING LOW CRITICAL LEVELS. <br /> SEEK COOL ATMOSPHERE AND IMMEDIATE REPAIRS.<br /> WARNING:<br /> TEMPERATURE IN CORE SYSTEMS REACHING-”<br /> It continuously repeats. But with the whole string on mute, Jane doesn’t even notice it. <br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually, she is ready to get out. She has had enough relaxation, and is ready to put away her things and await work the next day.<br /> She raises up from the bathtub and reaches towards her feet where the plug lies.<br /> But as she comes upright, the water that comfortably collected on the inside of her back suddenly spills throughout the rest of her body. <br /> Causing a sudden influx of hardware failures. <br /> <br /> <br /> She pauses mid motion as her systems suddenly register the damage.<br /> Surging electricity zaps the various connections between her mechanical parts. <br /> The components with lower voltages are partially fried.<br /> Her more demanding parts instead carry a dangerous current throughout her body. It quickly runs along her sensory wires, breaking and snapping the ends. <br /> <br /> <br /> Despite the notably dramatic effect within, her system is at least partially built to withstand damage. She has backup generators, her thick wires won’t get completely scorched by the initial zap.<br /> If she were a cheaper model, she would pass out completely broken already.<br /> Now she can shamble along for longer. <br /> She simply puts too much faith in this stronger system.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jane opens her mouth, and the sounds of electrical pops and zaps can be heard from within her metallic shell. <br /> “W-what the hell?” She exclaims as she feels her body lurch. It halts despite her attempt to move forward. <br /> “Maybe I need to perform some updates once I’m dry… Must be a driver problem.” She mutters to herself, as her body slowly returns to moving as she wants it. It drags through the air as if wading through a thick sludge. But she does her best to ignore the encumbered feeling. <br /> <br /> <br /> She manages to grasp the drain plug. But she can’t exactly pull on it.<br /> Jane tries her best to pull this fairly light little thing out. It is partially held down by the water pressure, but it should be less than child's play for her. She grunts as her limp arm is unable to muster even a single ounce of power. <br /> <br /> <br /> Internally, her motors are buckling and breaking.<br /> The pistons and wires that connect to her motory function are partially broken from the electrical damage. It seems it is unable to register any inputs of force.<br /> Unless it is over a certain threshold. While the fine motor control is damaged, the greater parts are still mostly intact. But they are rarely if ever used.<br /> <br /> <br /> As she keeps trying, she raises the output power higher and higher. Desperate to get some sort of response from her body.<br /> It goes higher and higher until finally her greater motor control is employed.<br /> Suddenly her arms fling upwards with such a force as to damage the drain. The small plug rips off of the chain and smashes into the ceiling, leaving a mark. <br /> <br /> <br /> The room is then still. The sound of rushing water down the newly created whole starts to ring out.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jane should figure out by now that something more is wrong. Even her solid faith would be shaken by the most significant hardware issues she has ever experienced. <br /> However, those hardware issues begin to affect her very thinking. The moisture trickled down throughout her dense network of interlocking components. Eventually reaching her CPU. <br /> <br /> <br /> Any impairment there is magnitudes worse than other hardware issues. Her very ability to respond to these problems predicates on the performance of her CPU. <br /> So while she would have had the awareness to stop what she is doing and call up someone for maintenance…<br /> As the water fries the small connections between the CPU and other parts, leaving her with a fraction of the processing power she should…<br /> She doubles down on the assumption that nothing is wrong.<br /> She is incapable of putting two and two together, or acknowledging objective reality. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane sports a big smile, defaulting to her baseline presets. She places a slow and creaking hand on the side of the bathtub and tries to raise herself out. <br /> It takes an astonishing amount of time for the few remaining weaker motors to move the whole of her metallic, heavy body up. <br /> But she does make it, until she is shakily standing in the bathtub. Still with that dumbfounded expression on her face.<br /> <br /> <br /> “W-w-what a nice bath! T-t-t-that was relaxing-ing-ing.” She says out loud. <br /> There is no one to talk to, and she rarely talks to herself so openly. <br /> Her computer is just simply runnin through her dialogue scripts and forgetting to put any post processing considerations. Such as if she should say it at all.<br /> <br /> <br /> She cranes her leg over the side of the bath and places it firmly on the bathroom floor. <br /> She manages to bring the rest of herself out of it. Jane miraculously stands in the center of the room.<br /> Her hair is wet, losing half its volume. Water drips down her body. The synthetic skin she is completely covered in is quite water repellent, so the droplets easily slide down her voluptuous curves. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her brain stalls in place trying to work out what should be done. The towel besides her gets completely ignored as she clunkily walks out of the room still completely wet. Leaving a trail of water behind her as she moves. <br /> Each step is slow and split up into multiple different movements. <br /> She raises her leg, moves her lower leg up. Using her knee like a simple one directional hinge. She then moves it forward before finally planting it down.<br /> Each step repeats like this. It takes almost a minute to move half a meter. <br /> Her processor is not capable of the dynamic multi-point movement her system usually uses. <br /> <br /> <br /> She makes her way out of the bathroom and starts trekking the water through the rest of the apartment. <br /> <br /> <br /> Before she makes it anywhere, the water sloshing around inside of her further contaminates her delicate components. <br /> “T-T-T-T-the weather-r-r-r…” She randomly mutters to herself.<br /> Her damaged CPU starts desperately searching through her programming for something that will get through her busted wires.<br /> <br /> <br /> The damaged hardware has significantly messed with her programming. Thousands of files were corrupted instantly as the water hit it and the electricity rushed through all the places it shouldn’t. Then as the software keeps trying to run and calling on all of the non-functioning scripts, the issue gets worse and worse. <br /> <br /> <br /> The CPU searches intensely. It always has to feed and maintain the artificial intelligence program that she relies on. So if things aren’t working she would just stall. When that happens, the CPU needs to fill the blanks.<br /> <br /> <br /> Finally something clicks. It finds a surviving path of programming to execution and instantly clings to it. <br /> “T-these s-spreadsheets show a t-t-t-t-t-two fold p-p-projection of i-i-increased p-p-profits” She starts confidently declaring as she faces the wall.<br /> Her CPU has found some left over presentation data summarising a recent report. <br /> <br /> <br /> She points behind her to an imagined projector screen, and rattles off more random details. Occasionally as she gestures with her hands, they smack into the wall in front of her. <br /> Her movements are hitching and glitching. She pauses mid motion for a little while, before overcorrecting and performing it far too intensely. <br /> <br /> <br /> She is unable to remain stable and instead sways and has to poorly catch herself every now and then. <br /> “T-t-t-these show-w that a f-f-f-focus on d-dynamic marketing-ing-ing would-d im-r-p-prove pro-o-ofits w-w-with b-b-barely any-y-y additional co-cos-cost!” She loudly declares. <br /> <br /> <br /> Water continuously falls down her body. As it slides along her artificial skin it often collects by the cracks in her limbs and seeps inside of her. Finding its way into all the little crevices and entering her.<br /> A significant portion of the water is now pooling on the inside of her feet and legs. <br /> Those motors are glitching heavily.<br /> She had made it to this random part in her hallway only because the motors were just barely above the water line. Getting hit only by small waves as it sloshes around. <br /> But now all the water in her and outside of her is collecting. And the mechanics have finally been engulfed by the water, and barely work anymore. <br /> <br /> <br /> If she tries to take a step, she will have to rely completely on her knee joints and leg components to get her where she needs to go.<br /> But those are starting to grind and stiffen from the continued exposure to moisture. <br /> <br /> <br /> Suddenly Jane turns and begins walking once more. Testing these parts out, and discovering just how much worse they have become in the short time she was paused.<br /> Her legs now struggle to move at all, and they only do in sudden and unpredictable movements. Before instantly becoming rigid once again. <br /> Her computer has to output so much more force just to take a simple step. Demanding so much more power, which further roots stress on the deeply damaged cables and connection points. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her CPU can’t keep up with its own processing. So these actions happen at random, and there is little to no planning going on in this machine's head.<br /> When it comes to Jane's consciousness, she is already gone. Instead she is just being puppeteered by the glitchy whims of a broken system.<br /> <br /> <br /> She wanders through her apartment at an agonisingly slow pace. <br /> Her movement’s don’t exactly line up with the layout of her building. Instead she bumps into the walls over and over, trying to walk through doorways that don’t seem to exist.<br /> Her CPU keeps pulling all the ingrained map data from her office building. <br /> Rather than using the current visual data that the cameras in her eyes are still partially picking up.<br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually she stops once again, at an equally random place. Right besides her tv in the living room. Only a metre or two from the front door and in the middle of all of her newly brought in stuff. <br /> <br /> <br /> She continues on her nonsensical office talk, though her words are becoming less and less coherent.<br /> The longer her CPU keeps running, the less she is able to do without it just breaking further and harder. <br /> “I-i-i-i-i-if… t-t-t-tri-i-ip-p-ple pro-rp-pro-rp-profitss… SYSTEM ERROR” She suddenly spouts. <br /> The barriers in place to stop system warnings from being too intrusive are starting to melt away. <br /> All of the damage has not only necessitated further intensity. <br /> But furthermore, that damage has eroded the very systems used to keep these warnings in check. The program that categorises warning types is corrupted, so they are being sent through at complete random.<br /> <br /> <br /> Now it finally leaks into her speech. <br /> “T-T-t-t-tHE c-c-comp-pan-pan-pany s-s-sh-sh-sho- WARNING.” Jane announces.<br /> “CATASTROPHIC S-SYSTEM ERROR. CORE FILES CORRUPTED. HARDWARE FAILURES D-D-D-DETECTED. SEEK REPAIRS IMMEDIATELY.” She shouts.<br /> The warnings are at a far higher volume than her standing speaking voice. Though even that begins to fluctuate as she continues on her poor facsimile of corporate speak. <br /> <br /> <br /> “H-H-HARDWARE… S-s-ssales I-indiC-CC-CA-CAte h-h-hH-H-H zZZzzZz H-high- MALFUNCTION… ERROR.” She continues to rattle off.<br /> At this point she is completely incapable of standing still.<br /> She has totally lost her balance management chip, and her broken hardware leaves her with completely uneven power in how she holds herself up.<br /> So every second she has to catch herself with her foot, throw her arms out and around, and move her entire torso and center of mass to keep herself standing. <br /> Her head randomly juts out from side to side. She is looking all over the place, though it’s not like any of her visual data is being stored and used.<br /> <br /> <br /> The noise has ramped up more and more. The more important and bigger components are getting damaged. But they demand far more power, which is part of the reason they managed to hold on for longer.<br /> A lower voltage piece gets fried instantly, but her CPU, her data centers, her computer chips, they all require far more.<br /> When they break, they break intensely. The sounds of surging electronics ring out throughout the apartment. Not just the small little pops that happened upon first contact with water.<br /> But instead the crackle of electricity as it escapes the confinement of components and insulated wires.<br /> The sound of metal getting scorched black by a current that has gone haywire. <br /> It rivals the volume of her speech. <br /> <br /> <br /> But when she opens her mouth, something even more noticeable than any of the noise escapes.<br /> A thick smoke rises out of her. Dark grey, it flows through the air like a liquid. Erupting from her dense and complicated components within.<br /> The tiniest trails escape through the small cracks around her shoulders and elbows. But each word spoken creates a real puff as it all climbs up her body and out her mouth. <br /> <br /> <br /> Luckily she doesn’t stick around long enough for it to trigger the fire alarm.<br /> She wobbles her way over to the door, somehow it lines up with the corrupted map data in her head.<br /> It takes multiple tries for her glitching hand to actually find its way to the door handle. But eventually it does, and she lets herself out of the apartment.<br /> <br /> <br /> She stands in an empty but quite large hallway. Still absolutely dripping wet and completely naked. Smoke pouring out of her mouth and the small crevices lining her body. <br /> Every step leaves a wet footprint behind, and her boobs softly bounce without the proper support she needs from a bra. <br /> She randomly moves through the hallway, occasionally bumping into walls.<br /> Still spouting her broken office nonsense. <br /> <br /> <br /> “T-T-THth-the Nu-NUM-num-NUmber-s A-a-areee G-g-gggooodd-d” She says. Her artificial intelligence is struggling to even muster proper dialogue worthy of her position.<br /> She is unable to even pull from her data centers anymore as the connection has been completely broken.<br /> Each time she opens her mouth to speak, the noises of broken fans rattling and buzzing away are suddenly projected out of her. Most importantly, the occasional electrical surge rings out down the hall, almost managing an echo.<br /> Her body is built out of an insulating material that has not been remotely compromised by all of this damage. So the audio is well dampened when her mouth is closed. <br /> <br /> <br /> Then, suddenly, Jane slips.<br /> The marble-like flooring has become so slippery from the dripping water that even at her best it would be hard not to topple.<br /> She comes crashing down to the ground with a sudden and loud thud. <br /> <br /> <br /> The sudden impact rattles her quite intensely. The numerous already damaged electronics within her body are barely holding on by a thread. Collapsing like this has only broken everything apart further.<br /> There is barely anything working within her. Just a shell of dripping wet machinery and a few misfiring signals that somehow get her to still move and writhe around.<br /> <br /> <br /> She finds herself laying on the side, bending and twitching in place slightly. She still spits out her randomly pulled on dialogue, but barely any of it forms a recognizable word. Let alone a sentence.<br /> “Z-ZZ-z-z T-tthe-TH-ET-ET-ET-THe m-m-M-M-m-ggg-marg-in-inm-mars <br /> S-S-S-SYTEM-S-SS-HUT ERR-ROR a-ree l-l-loo-oo-www cocco-coccmmmm-cmpa-comp-cmp-compared-d ZZZ-ZZzzz-z EE-EE-E-ERROR t-tit-ti-to o-TO-TO-OTher M-a-am-mar-KET-KET-KETS…” <br /> She loudly exclaims.<br /> <br /> <br /> Being grounded means the water that all pooled within her feet now flows freely through her body again.<br /> It does another round of electrical damage throughout her whole body.<br /> The puffs from smoke from the small crevices thicken as a new wave of it is created.<br /> <br /> <br /> However her CPU does manage to determine that it’s orientation is off. It has detected that it's on the ground, but it struggles to communicate that to the rest of her body.<br /> Her arms start flinging up to the sky, as if trying to return to their default state.<br /> The remaining power left in her legs starts going haywire. It is receiving signals but is unable to process them.<br /> <br /> <br /> She continues to uselessly writhe around in this odd manner for a bit. Occasionally her breasts plumpy squish against the floor, before being flung around as her torso rapidly rotates. <br /> As it continues on, the movements get more unrestricted and unpredictable.<br /> <br /> <br /> Then, through sheer happenstance, she starts to raise up.<br /> Her right arm, using the strongest motors it has, begins to push off of the ground for just a short instance.<br /> But it was long enough for her legs to start doing the same.<br /> This stage takes a little long, but miraculously Jane is able to stand once more.<br /> <br /> <br /> She can’t exactly recognise the accomplishment for what it is. Her active awareness was one of the first things to go. <br /> But still, her dialogue pauses for a moment, as if she was basking in the glory.<br /> She then resumes her rambling, as she stumbles her way around the room once more.<br /> <br /> <br /> She bumps into a wall, but inadvertently presses the elevator button as she does so.<br /> She slides along the wall onto the metallic doors, while still pressed against it.<br /> When the doors part she stumbles her way in. She is caught by the mirrored wall of the elevator. <br /> The doors closed behind her. <br /> She keeps randomly sputtering nonsense and moving around.<br /> Jane spends a few minutes in there, without the ability to press the open door button deliberately.<br /> “... Zz-ddw-p… Ss-s-SSPP-spreea-adshee-ets…” She mutters. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane doesn’t notice as the elevator begins moving downwards, without her having pressed a single button.<br /> She still glitchily spins in place, until eventually the doors open once more. <br /> A beautiful woman with long brunette hair in a tight fitting black pantsuit is checking her watch as the doors part. She has striking high heels that glisten despite their black colours. <br /> There is a striking white shirt that just peaks out around her chest. There is even a small glimpse at her bra which can partially be seen through the top.<br /> Her pencil skirt is incredibly high up her thigh, but she stands with such dignity that it feels classy rather than rauncher. <br /> She has a black leather bag hanging from her right shoulder. <br /> She looks up and gasps as she sees the clearly damaged naked woman, with smoke pouring out of her.<br /> <br /> <br /> “O-oh my god” She mutters, before Jane incidentally pushes past the woman and begins wandering into the lobby. <br /> Large floor to ceiling windows line the walls, allowing ample view to the many pedestrians on the street passing by. <br /> The woman is stunned, unsure what to do with the naked machine.<br /> <br /> <br /> “D-d-d-da-tada-dta s-shows-s o-o-ourrrr… ERRORR-R SYSTEM-M-M SERROR…” She cheers out, as she walks.<br /> <br /> <br /> The water still drips, though a lot of it has fallen off of her at this point. Her trail of water has been reduced to just footsteps.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Dear me… U-um miss? C-can I help you?” The woman chimes in.<br /> It gets absolutely no response from Jane. She lost the ability to process auditory data a long time ago.<br /> She stumbles, slowly finding her way to the large front door.<br /> Jane slams into the wall beside the door. Despite her metallic heavy body, the impact is pretty light. She just can’t muster much power.<br /> She continues to ram herself into the wall, slightly varying position each time.<br /> <br /> <br /> The woman approaches Jane, but is still unsure how to handle the situation. <br /> She starts digging into her <br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually she actually manages to hit the button that opens the door.<br /> She quickly flings herself through it, with the force she was hitting the wall with. <br /> <br /> <br /> She falls out onto the street, landing on her front.<br /> Her breasts squish against the pavement. She is only a few feet away from some of the passer-bys, but most of them just keep walking.<br /> Even in the corpo sector, night city is not a place you can easily worry about other people in.<br /> Upon seeing nothing happen, the woman follows Jane out of the building and starts to pick her up.<br /> The water soaks into her nice pantsuit and white blouse, making it positively see through. <br /> She slings the naked woman around her shoulder, keeping her upright.<br /> She holds on tightly to Jane with one arm, as she fishes her phone from out of her bag in the other.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Hey, Adrienne, do you have a spot open right now?” She asks.<br /> “Yeah, I’ll be finished by the time you arrive.” The person on the other end replies, before suddenly ending the call.<br /> “Not one for pleasantries…” The woman asks as she drags Jane towards the street and hails a cab.<br /> The two climb in while the woman apologises for the wetness. Then they zoom off the ripperdoc to get Jane fixed up.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=194841 2025-06-22T16:13:00Z

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TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Club_Geass:_Connections&diff=194194 2025-05-26T10:30:46Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;“INITIATING BOOT UP SEQUENCE… CPU LOADING JUMP INSTRUCTION. BIOS LOCATION FOUND, CPU LOADING MEMORY DATA. EXECUTING BIOS… PARTITIONING RAM… LOADING OS KERNEL AND HANDING OVER CONTROL. SYSTEM ONLINE RUNNING PERSONALITY STARTUP SEQUENCE. LOCATED PROGRAM FILES, FETCHING USER DATA. LOADING… LAUNCHING “euphemia.exe” NOW” Euphemia suddenly opens her eyes. She finds herself in a cold, sterile room. There is a man beside a computer across the room from her,...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>“INITIATING BOOT UP SEQUENCE…<br /> CPU LOADING JUMP INSTRUCTION. BIOS LOCATION FOUND, CPU LOADING MEMORY DATA.<br /> EXECUTING BIOS…<br /> PARTITIONING RAM…<br /> LOADING OS KERNEL AND HANDING OVER CONTROL. SYSTEM ONLINE<br /> <br /> <br /> RUNNING PERSONALITY STARTUP SEQUENCE.<br /> LOCATED PROGRAM FILES, FETCHING USER DATA.<br /> LOADING…<br /> <br /> <br /> LAUNCHING “euphemia.exe” NOW”<br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia suddenly opens her eyes. She finds herself in a cold, sterile room. There is a man beside a computer across the room from her, dutifully typing on a keyboard. But he swiftly turns around to face the newly awakened machine. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Why do you always end up back here, Euphemia?” The man asks, exacerbated.<br /> She giggles a little and hops off the metal table she was lying on. She is completely naked, her beautifully designed feminine form on full display. Her long pink air is gracefully draped over her body. She shakes her head back a little bit in order to assemble the majority of it behind her. <br /> “You know me, Gene. I can’t help it, it’s in my nature.” She says as she casually makes her way to the corner of the room, where a tall and thin locker resides.<br /> “If you are so curious, why don’t you ask my model developers, they probably know why I like pushing the boundaries.” She follows up, causing the man to sigh once again.<br /> “It helps that I can rely on you fixing me up every time.” She says with a wink.<br /> <br /> <br /> “The only reason the club keeps sending you here is because of how much money you make them.” He tells her.<br /> “You better be careful. If your numbers start to drop, I would be more worried.” Gene says.<br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia opens the locker to find an assortment of identical drab clothing within. <br /> She pulls out a few pieces and begins dressing herself as she turns her attention back to the man.<br /> “I am always going to be a cash cow. I just love what I do, I never want to slow down!” She says with a smile. <br /> The man gives an exhausted smile back. <br /> “Well if that's how it is… I guess I will see you again soon. I think your friends will be coming in a few days, their order didn’t seem as urgent.” He remarks. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well you better treat them well, or I am not going to make it easy for you next time!” Euphemia says as she makes her way out of the room. Now dressed in a white shirt, tight fitting jeans and a pair of sneakers.<br /> <br /> <br /> She heads out to the front desk of the facility, and chats with the receptionist there for a little bit. She registers a successful repair, and heads straight back to her place of work.<br /> On her way back she longs for the far more exciting outfits they have there for her. <br /> <br /> <br /> Euphimia has gone through this process a number of times. She is a bit of a troublemaker at her workplace. It fronts as a club, but it is basically a brothel. Paid sex with a number of robotic women. <br /> Many come near and far to have some fun with her, and she is quite pricey to order time with. <br /> Between her sessions with clients, Euphimia loves to fool around with the other girls working there. She loves pushing the bounds of her technological body in particular, which usually ends up requiring repairs.<br /> <br /> <br /> As much as her manager would prefer if she didn’t do this, and it’s usually frowned upon when she is discovered, it mostly works out. She makes them enough money that it's more than worth keeping her around, and she gets to live out the life of her dreams.<br /> <br /> <br /> Euphimia arrives at Club Geuss a couple hours before they open. The sun is due to set in an hour, and the club is only ever open at night. Perfect time to rock up.<br /> She doesn’t have any keys on her, so she knocks on the door. Usually the opening crew are here lounging around a little bit. Low and behold, she was right.<br /> <br /> <br /> An older woman flings open the door. Smoke envelopes euphemia's face, but she doesn’t cough or react. Some of it enters through her mouth, circulates around her system as ventilation, then comes right back out. Euphimia doesn’t need to breathe.<br /> “Hi there Mildred.” Euphemia says with a smile.<br /> “Bah…” She mutters as she walks back inside and grants Euphemia entrance.<br /> “You’re always a barrel of laughs…” Euphemia mutters as she makes her way in.<br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia beelines for the employee break room, hoping to find one of her coworkers, and not the shady managers like Mildred. <br /> She waltzes in and finds two machines relaxing on the couch, chatting. And her usual manager Leroy. <br /> “Ah, Euphemia! Welcome back.” He says with a smile.<br /> “We have two new members with us today, why don’t you introduce yourself?” <br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia grins as she glances over at the two. One is taller than the other, and has blonde hair. Once she notices Euphemia staring at her, she nervously speaks up.<br /> “M-my name is Liliana.” She says, as a strand of her hair falls in front of her face.<br /> The other has brown hair, and has a more confident expression.<br /> “And I’m Marika.” The shorter one says.<br /> <br /> <br /> The two are adorned in quite interesting matching outfits. The center of it is a skin tight burgundy bodysuit. A quite elegant colour for this raunchy clothing. It hugs them quite beautifully, and leaves their thighs completely exposed. Very little of their chest is covered by it either. Instead the material comes up from underneath their boobs and covers their nipples but not much else. They have small shoulder pads and a cape that’s all black. This also matches their black thigh high boots. Both have a small red clip in their hair. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well hello you two! My name’s Euphemia, and I have been here for quite a while! Are you just joining us?” She asks.<br /> Leroy instead answers for them.<br /> “That’s right, today is their… Orientation of sorts.” He says with a businessman's smile. <br /> “I was actually thinking, it would be great if you could show them the ropes.” <br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia gives him a big matching grin.<br /> “I would be more than happy to~” She says.<br /> “Just…” Leroy quickly cuts in.<br /> “Don’t go too far.” He warns. Euphemia’s expression does not put his mind at ease. But with a sigh, he makes his way to the door.<br /> “Well, either way. Have fun!” He says with a smirk, before he heads out.<br /> <br /> <br /> “W-where is he off to?” Liliana asks. <br /> Euphemia plops onto the couch besides the two, cozying up quite close. <br /> “He comes and goes as he pleases. Probably won’t be back until we open.” She quickly explains. <br /> “Huh… Ok…” Liliana responds meekly.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Now then, we have the room all to ourselves… What got you interested in this business?” Euphemia asks.<br /> “I was pretty interested~” Marika says with a smirk. <br /> “She is a bit more embarrassed about it, but is just as excited.” She then says as she gestures to Liliana. <br /> Liliana blushes again. Circuits working underneath the artificial skin to create the effect. She nervously nods her head in agreement. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well, how about I help you open up a little bit~!” Euphemia excitedly suggests. <br /> “I think that’s a very good idea Liliana.” Marika says, as she nudges the girl next to her. <br /> Liliana perks up a little and looks towards Marika.<br /> “Come on, we both know you are a bit clammy. Clients like nervous chicks, but you can’t be so nervous that you feel uncomfortable doing it in the first place.” Marika explains.<br /> “Yeah… You’re right…” Liliana admits. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well then, allow me to be your guide through the sexual arts~” Euphemia says with a smile.<br /> “Should we go to, like, a private room or something?” Liliana asks. <br /> Instead, Euphemia just leans in and kisses the blonde machine. She is a little surprised, but doesn’t push away or stop her.<br /> Euphemia presses her lips against Liliana’s, prying open the woman's mouth until she can stick her tongue in as well. Eventually she manages it, and slides against Liliana’s tongue. <br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia explores the inside of Liliana’s mouth. Each model's build is different, and she can feel the metals and plastics on the roof of her mouth that are unlike what she has herself. She always loves discovering the tiniest intricacies within each and every android and robot type. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two make out for a short while longer before finally separating.<br /> Liliana is a little embarrassed, while Euphemia wipes her mouth clean of the synthetic saliva the two had been sharing.<br /> “There is no need to go anywhere else. If we are trying to get you more used to this, doing it right here is exactly what you need~” Euphemia says with a smile. <br /> Marika is still sitting right next to the two. She enjoyed watching the two of them share that supple kiss, maybe even a bit more than she had suspected. <br /> Euphemia noticed this as well.<br /> “And you are more than free to join as well!” She cheerfully suggests.<br /> Marika thinks for a moment.<br /> “...I will take you up on that.” She finally says. <br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia jumps up from the couch.<br /> “I will be one second, let me just grab my bag!” She says with a smile, as she races off to the locker room. <br /> She pulls out her belongings, and races back to the room. <br /> Once she arrives, she finds the two have begun kissing each other in anticipation.<br /> “I’m glad everyone’s eager~” She tells them. They split and face her.<br /> “But I am going to show you something you have never experienced before~” Euphemia tells them, as she pulls some cables out of her bag.<br /> <br /> <br /> The two girls look at eachother, a little confused. <br /> <br /> <br /> A few moments later, the girls are all standing together completely naked. Their clothes are all in a pile besides them. <br /> Euphemia has strewn out a couple cables, each male to male. There is also a vibrator, a vibrating dildo, and finally a small taser stick. Incredibly light voltage, already set to the lowest threshold it allows for. <br /> “S-so… What do we do next?” Liliana asks. <br /> “We start having some fun! Marika, how about you get on your knees for me. I am going to hook Liliana up…” Euphemia says as she opens up her abdominal piece. <br /> The metal and artificial skin that makes up the outer layer of her body lowers half an inch. It slides in underneath the rest of her artificial skin adorned plating. <br /> <br /> <br /> Within her stomach is a number of important mechanical components. Small circuitry litters the various computer chips and boards within. Furthermore, large pieces where either directly attached to them, or connected through cables and held in their own enclosure. <br /> However, there are still a few slots available on multiple boards, including her central motherboard.<br /> <br /> <br /> Before Euphemia is able to get started with her odd little plan, Marika is already on the ground and between her legs.<br /> Marika is now face to face with Euphemia’s delicate privates. The beautifully pink yet conservative labia are just ripe for exploration. <br /> She delicately extends her mechanical tongue out until it meets with Euphemia’s pussy.<br /> It buries into the woman's synthetic folds, and Euphemia gasps out in pleasure as she does.<br /> “Mmph… That’s nice…” She says as she takes a moment to appreciate the sensation. <br /> <br /> <br /> But she manages to return her attention to the task at hand and the sweet machine sitting before her in wait.<br /> Euphemia picks up the magic wand with one hand, and the end of its cable with the other. She brings it forward, and looks for a small connector in her body.<br /> After a moment of searching, she finds a matching port.<br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia shoves the porn into its slot. It slides in, snug in its position. Just as she does, Marika shoves her tongue further inside of Euphemia’s body. She can feel Eupehmia’s silicone vaginal walls tighten around her as she does.<br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia melts in place. Her knees begin to quiver as her body is momentarily overwhelmed by signal density. Her body communicates the pleasurable sensations up from her pussy to her CPU. All while additional power is suddenly drawn in from her supply to fuel the newly connected apparatus. But once her system stabilises the energy flow, she returns to normal and can think clearly. It is only a split second of intensity. <br /> <br /> <br /> She holds out the magic wand towards Liliana. <br /> “Here, take this.” Euphemia simply states. Liliana nods and holds on to it.<br /> “Alright, let's adjust the position here.” She then announces to the room. <br /> Marika pulls her head out from between Euphemia’s thighs. She and Liliana look at eachother once again. <br /> <br /> <br /> They follow Euphemia’s instructions until they find themselves in a comfortable arrangement.<br /> Marika is lying down on the ground, and the two girls are straddled on top of her.<br /> Euphemia is kneeling over Marika’s face, pressing her pussy against the machine’s lips. There is no concern for smothering her, these machines have no need for breathing. It does mean Euphemia is blocking off one of Marika’s ventilation methods. But it isn’t too big of a problem.<br /> Finally, Liliana sits on Marika’s waist. Her privates are mere centimetres from Marika’s but they just barely don’t touch. <br /> <br /> <br /> Liliana is holding on to a large vibrating magic wand, which is still connected to Euphemia’s body. The cable trailing inside of her, through the opening in her stomach. <br /> “Marika… Start again please~” Euphemia requests. It is quickly followed, causing a small moan to escape past Euphemia’s lips. <br /> <br /> <br /> “L-liliana… You know what to do~” She says with a smile. The tall blond woman nods once more, and presses the small button on the magic wand. It suddenly comes to live, shaking in place quite violently. Liliana can feel its vibration pass through her entire body. While a human’s biology is filled with layers upon layers of fat, flesh, blood and bones that dampen the conductivity, a machine isn’t like that.<br /> Instead the vibrations run through the metal structures of her body and shake her delicate internals with glee. <br /> It is an odd sensation, and one that Liliana had never experienced before. <br /> “Woah…” <br /> <br /> <br /> But she is not the only machine reacting, Euphemia is also quite excited by it. The vibrations don’t really travel back to her very well. The cable is attached to the end of the toys handle, which was designed to mitigate the vibration as much as possible. But instead she feels the power being pulled from her supply. The beautifully titillating sensation excites her. Scratching her desperate itch to have fun with her mechanical body. <br /> <br /> <br /> Even Marika could feel some of it as it passed through the outer layer of synthetic skin and had the strength to penetrate her own system. But it is an incredibly light sensation for her. <br /> That is until Liliana brings the wand down and presses it to her pussy. Wedging it between her own and Marika’s privates, affecting the both of them equally. <br /> Liliana gasps as she feels the sensory data rush through her. The vibrations stimulate her synthetic private parts to the absolute maximum.<br /> Her sexual interface component emulates human pleasures with various sensors. They gather and send signals up to her central processing unit so that she can experience them.<br /> <br /> <br /> The vibrations are exploiting the sensors in a way that wasn’t intentionally designed. Due to their vibration, it is stimulating every sensory receptor down there that she has. Maximising them, sending values that should be near impossible with any other normal stimulus.<br /> <br /> <br /> Overall it leads to a dramatically intense reaction that neither of the machines could possibly handle. Euphemia watches with glee as the two begin moaning and stuttering, barely able to process the new flood of signals that the vibrations are causing. <br /> In fact, Marika’s tongue begins glitching out from the sensations she is experiencing. Causing it to act erratically with sudden and strong movements, which excites Euphemia even more.<br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia is feeling power pour out of her into this external device. All of the power her system demands is accounted for by her code, and placed under a layer of digital protection so that it doesn’t affect her when that shifts around or values are adjusted. But when an external piece is connected like this, it doesn’t have those same protections and she feels the trickle of electricity being pulled away from her reserves and into the cable. <br /> <br /> <br /> The three machines just writhe in pleasure and excitement as they intermingle like this.<br /> Liliana puts all her focus in maintaining the grip she has on the magic wand. Marika clumsily eats out the experienced Euphemia. And all she needs to do is enjoy bringing these two women into the world she lives in. <br /> <br /> <br /> But the problem with Euphemia is that she just can’t stop here. Despite the immense pleasure she feels, and the success she achieved in bringing Marika and Liliana out of their shells and into more comfortable sex work… It just isn’t enough. She needs to push the boundaries, and try more.<br /> So she reaches out beside her. Her movements slow and laboured, due to the pretty intense distractions from everything else going on. She grasps a few cables in her hand, without my precision for which or how many. Then brings them back over and begins to sort through them.<br /> <br /> <br /> Liliana is struggling to even hold the magic wand in place. She is very overwhelmed by the feeling of each and every cable, connector and component in her system gently shaking in place.<br /> But Euphemia still reaches out to her, placing a hand on the girl's stomach.<br /> “C-can you open this… U-up for me h-hun~?” Euphemia mutters between her moans. Liliana opens her mouth to respond, but all that comes out are barely intelligible whimpers. But alongside her failed attempt at communication, she acquiesces to the request. <br /> <br /> <br /> Liliana’s stomach suddenly caves in just half a centimetre, forming an oval-like shape. The center of the shape suddenly parts, and the two panels quickly slide away, hiding within the walls of her system. <br /> Euphemia gets a nice and good look at her mechanical components. Multiple large computer chips are visible, with all sorts of things stuck on it. Cables wedged into tight little ports, a few sticks of ram wedged into tight held plastic parts. <br /> Euphemia enjoys staring at all the minute computer parts and hardware within Liliana as much as she likes seeing her perky breasts right above the opening. <br /> She has just as much interest in both. <br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia remotely shuts off the vibrator for a moment. Both of the girls seem a little confused, but just take the opportunity to relax for a moment. The vibrations were more intense than they had expected. <br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia smirks as she reaches in with one of the numerous cables in hand and suddenly presses it into the confused machine's motherboard. <br /> The cable’s end slides into its requisite slot. It takes a moment before Liliana feels the connection form. But when she does, she squeals out. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is hard to say whether the sensation is pleasurable or painful. She has never experimented with her body before, and all of her components are only ever futzed with while she is offline. <br /> But that is for a good reason. When software as complicated as an artificial intelligence is ran, any potential shifts in its hardware can’t be accounted for. The requisite errors mount faster than ever before. <br /> <br /> <br /> So she experiences that signal being sent and received, the connection being formed and the power sliding through while fully conscious for the first time. It is still relatively mild, unbeknownst to her, since it hasn’t been put into anything else yet. <br /> All she is experiencing is the process of her system identifying a newly connected cable. Now on standby to start receiving or sending data the moment something else is registered. <br /> <br /> <br /> But she is in for so much more.<br /> Euphemia brings the other end of the cable closer to herself. First, she raises it up to her mouth. With a simple flourish, she kisses the tip of the cable. She feels a slight zap instantly rush to her artificial silicone lips, which is quickly muted by her synthetic skin. But the sensation is still exhilarating. <br /> Liliana reacts far more, shivering and moaning in response to the stimulation. <br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia ecstatically watches the reaction in the far more inexperienced machine. She gets almost as much of a thrill from introducing robots to this type of pleasure as she does from experiencing it herself.<br /> Which is why she could not be more excited to do both at the exact same time. <br /> She pulls the cable towards the opening in her own chest. Next to the slot already filled by the magic wand, she clicks the other end of the cable in.<br /> <br /> <br /> Suddenly both girls arch their backs and fling their heads into the sky. The sudden connection between the two shocks their system quite intensely. <br /> The data has to be partitioned correctly, so not too much is actually shared between the two just yet. It is instead just the shear registration of the other that creates such a reaction. <br /> Within Liliana’s head, she senses the bounds of Euphemia. The various components that are all pending data requests to or fro. <br /> <br /> <br /> One Euphemia relaxes and gains control of her thoughts once again, she looks downward at the girl she is straddling. Speaking to Marika, who is still buried deep and actively eating Euphemia out. <br /> “S-sorry hun, I feel like you are being left out.” Euphemia says.<br /> “Let me… Ah~ t-turn this back on for you~” She continues, as she suddenly permits power through the vibrators cable and it roars back to life.<br /> Catching both Marika and Liliana off guard.<br /> <br /> <br /> The pleasures of vibration once again stimulates their sexual modules. But Euphemia is still focused on the newly formed physical connection between the two.<br /> She silently runs through her settings, adjusting a few variables before finally doing something with the newly connected machine.<br /> Finally, she sets the pleasure signals to be duplicated down that cable towards Liliana. And she sets it to request that equivalent data back to her. <br /> Once complete, she enables the setting and the two instantly begin trading all of this sensory data. <br /> <br /> <br /> “O-o-oh god!” Liliana cries out. Due to this connection, she is now experiencing twice the sexual input that would ever be possible otherwise.<br /> This is more of a bad thing than she realises. Her system is not built for it, and thus her wires begin to burn hot. Pouring more energy into the ports than is acceptable.<br /> Euphemia is quite excited by this as well, but she has experienced things like this before. The oh so familiar sizzle is a rush she can’t stop chasing. She is not like the machines before her. Perhaps that is why she feels the need to constantly push and explore further. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is difficult for the machines to hear, but within Liliana’s and Euphemia’s systems, smaller ports are starting to blow. Pieces that are less important demand less power. SO they are disproportionately overwhelmed by the heat, and a power surge takes place. <br /> A quiet zap and pop takes place, causing its own rush in Liliana’s body. Euphemia’s is slightly more resistant, with higher quality parts. But they can’t completely withstand Euphemia’s abuse. So soon some small zaps and electrical pops ring out within her as well.<br /> <br /> <br /> The pleasure completely overrides any potential discomfort. Her system isn’t designed to administer pain from internal damage, so none of it is negative. Instead they just feel overwhelmed, titillated and a little woozy. All while sharing an immense wave of sexual sensory data. <br /> <br /> <br /> So while all three machines enjoy themselves, Euphemia can’t help but want more. She knows the other two are just about at their limit as to what they can handle. But she just can’t help herself.<br /> It might be greed, it might be an error in her artificial intelligence programming. No one knows. <br /> But she needs more.<br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia reaches over and grabs the virbator wand from Liliana’s hand. She keeps it in the same place, wedged between the two machines' crotches. <br /> Liliana’s hands remain in place, palpating the air in a dazed sort of motion.<br /> “L-liliana, reach inside of me~!” Euphemia demands. She pushes the magic wand deeper and harder into the machine's pussy to emphasise her point.<br /> It takes Liliana a moment to really register the request. But finally she understands, and she eagerly follows Euphemia's instruction without considering it too much.<br /> <br /> <br /> She extends her arm over to Euphemia. A series of bridges connect the two. The cable for the vibrator, the cable attached to both of them, and both of their arms held out between them. <br /> Liliana hesitates for a small moment. Her fingers gently brush one of the steel pieces attached to Euphemia’s motherboard. It is her secondary processing unit, and it is incredibly rigidly held. Euphemia barely even feels Liliana’s touch, as simply brushing against a large piece like that does little to actually affect her in any way.<br /> <br /> <br /> “D-do it harder~!” Euphemia both demands and begs, all at once. The sudden urgency in her voice activates Liliana, and without even thinking she suddenly pushes into Euphemia’s delicate machinery. <br /> Her hand significantly nudges one of her internal rendering components, which causes it to jostle against its connector. That does it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia suddenly cries out in bizarre excitement. It isn’t as conventionally pleasurable as regular sexual input. But the way it scrambles her data, causes sudden issues with her programming, and stresses her hardware… It’s intoxicating. <br /> “Pull o-on my RAM~!” Euphemia once again yells.<br /> Liliana takes a moment to identify the relevant sticks on her motherboard. She gently pulls on it. While it stays in place, held there by small plastic clips on each end, it still messes with one of the most actively used components within her whole body.<br /> It inhibits the active memory used to run her intelligence, her very own mind. Almost like a digital drug, the way it momentarily breaks her apart is what makes it so fun.<br /> <br /> <br /> Right as she futzes with it, she suddenly pulls back as a small zap sounds out from elsewhere in Euphemia’s system. A power surge caused by the suddenly inactive and then very active real time memory unit. <br /> <br /> <br /> “F-ffuuck!” She calls out. <br /> “W-wait, we are going to re-adjust a-again…” She whimpers before Liliana is able to press on something else again. <br /> Liliana struggles out a warning.<br /> “B-but the el-ell… electrical d-damage…” <br /> But Euphemia assures her that everything is fine. “It’s part of the point cutie~” She explains.<br /> Euphemia grasps the two cables attached to her and roughly pulls them out. Another surge of rogue signals, internal error warnings, and scrambled data suddenly beams through her wires. Liliana is caught by part of it, she shivers and shakes in pleasure, silenced by the overwhelming nature of everything that is happening.<br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia climbs off of Marika, and Liliana does the same.<br /> All three machines take a moment. They are breathing heavily, their internal systems are burning hot from all the activity and need the extra ventilation. <br /> “Let’s… Let’s take a second to relax… I don’t want you two breaking just yet~” Euphemia explains.<br /> <br /> <br /> They all collapse onto the couch together, still completely naked. Liliana is a little dazed, but she has a large grin on her face.<br /> Conversely, Mirika is the one that appears a little daunted by Euphemia’s enthusiasm. But she can’t deny her own curiosity, especially after seeing Liliana’s reaction.<br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually Euphemia jumps up and addresses the two naked machines.<br /> “I need both of you to wait here… and open up your stomach compartments for when I get back~” She says.<br /> And the two women share their final shared look before getting up themselves.<br /> Euphemia rushes out of the room, leaving them naked and alone in the break room. Quietly hoping no one else will wander in.<br /> <br /> <br /> Luckily, no one does.<br /> Now the two machines stand with exposed pieces, before Euphemia comes rushing in. She holds a small tray of ice in one hand.<br /> She then places them down next to the wires, vibrator and small taser left on the table. Then Euphemia grabs one of the male to male cables. She quickly opens up her own slot. Matching the other two with their exposed circuits. <br /> Within each of them are the endlessly complicated mechanical components that keep them running. <br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia reaches over and pulls Marika in close to her.<br /> She wraps one arm around the machine's waist, and with the other she gently places a finger inside of her body. Against one of the many steel pieces within her. She holds the end of the cable in that hand, brushing the tip of it against Marika’s sensitive ports.<br /> It runs against the small lines of copper littering her motherboard, and each little touch causes the machine to shiver like crazy. <br /> <br /> <br /> Suddenly Euphemia shoves it into one of the open slots, and Marika lets out a little yelp. She is impressed knowing Liliana just experienced this moments ago. The meek little machine is more than excited to keep going, which motivates Marika to try everything out.<br /> Machines don’t have their hardware handled while online. Euphemia is an incredible outlier for even thinking to give it a try, which is how she has discovered all of these mind bending possibilities. <br /> <br /> <br /> She pulls the other end of the cable over to Liliana, and plugs her in. <br /> Liliana is able to hold herself together a little better. Having expected it this time, knowing what it would feel like makes it a whole lot easier to handle. But she still can’t prevent her computer from forming a small whimper. <br /> <br /> <br /> “G-god this is really weird~” Marika mutters, as the two begin trading sensory data. <br /> Euphemia gives Liliana a little poke, and both girls reflexively react.<br /> “Perfect! This is just going to make everything a bit more fun. Now just wait until I hook myself up too~” Euphemia says with a giggle. <br /> She takes her time plugging in. She savours the process of the cable sliding in and out of her port. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I just need to be connected to one of you, it doesn’t matter which one.” Euphemia says.<br /> “Any takers?” <br /> Liliana shuffles towards Euphemia, gesturing to her open stomach hole. <br /> Euphemia smiles and plugs it in. Another signal rushes through Liliana’s body, creeping up from circuit to circuit until it reaches her central processor. <br /> <br /> <br /> Now the three have these small tendril-like cables connecting them. A delicate spider's web of electrical pieces. <br /> Euphemia is careful as she moves, not wanting to get tangled or pull any of the cables out accidentally. <br /> She grabs the ice and puts two large pieces into her mouth. <br /> “A-aren’t we told not to eat anything too cold?” Marika asks. Pointing out the risk of extreme temperatures on machines. Euphemia isn’t able to reply, nor does she appear interested in doing so. Instead she pulls Liliana in and aggressively kisses her.<br /> Marika feels her own lips tingle as it happens, the sensations of pressure against her face, something poking around her mouth…<br /> The two make out, Euphemia taking a direct control of the pace. Marika watches as a shocked expression appears on Liliana’s face, and the two finally part. Marika feels something cold slide down into her stomach compartment. <br /> “Yeah, cold temperatures are pretty damaging to machines~” Euphemia says with a smile, as Liliana gently touches her throat with a dazed look on her face.<br /> Euphemia takes another piece into her mouth and now goes to Marika.<br /> “Your turn~” She says as they two embrace. Liliana is left to enjoy the odd exciting sensations despite not actually experiencing them.<br /> <br /> <br /> Once she has also swallowed an agonizingly cold ice cube, they break apart. Euphemia quickly swallows one of her own.<br /> “Alright, now let’s get really serious~!” Euphemia says with a cheer, facing the two blushing machines. <br /> Euphemia grabs the few items besides her, motions for the robots to follow, and she sits down on the couch once again. Still connected to Liliana, but she has to lean in a little to maintain the tether. <br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia points to her pussy, and Liliana doesn’t need any instruction to get down and begin eagerly licking.<br /> Marika moans out in pleasure, feeling each and every signal push its way through her system. <br /> All three machines are completely taken over by the signals coursing through their wires. The same problem of overheating due to heavier signal weight is now significantly made worse. It only takes a few seconds for some damage to be applied in Marika’s system, and now all three are receiving real system warnings.<br /> “OVERHEATING DETECTED IN MULTIPLE CORE SYSTEMS. <br /> FOREIGN SIGNALS PINNED AS CAUSE…<br /> ERROR. CAN NOT BLOCK SIGNALS.<br /> ERROR…<br /> ERROR…”<br /> Marika reads internally. But she just finds herself too dramatically overwhelmed to even possibly worry about that. <br /> <br /> <br /> “O-open -yo-yo-your… b-back compartment Liliana~” Euphemia says, managing to still speak fairly coherently. <br /> “And M-m-m-marika… f-fuck… come a l-l-little cl-clo-cl-closer.” <br /> <br /> <br /> Both follow the woman's commands without a second thought. Euphemia pats the couch spot besides her, and Marika sits down. Carefully aiding the wires between her and Liliana so that they don’t get tangled. She moves slowly. Partly out of a desire to be gentle, but mostly because the pleasure signals rushing in and the ensuing damage is almost paralysing.<br /> She tries to speak. Not even having anything especially important to say, just out of a desire to talk. Though it comes out garbled and messy. <br /> “Y-yeyeYEYES.. E-euuepheEmmia” She sputters. The damage has spread a lot further than just the smallest little circuit boards in her body. The same applies to the other two. <br /> <br /> <br /> But eventually she partly collapses onto the couch, sitting beside the woman. She awaits the next step of Euphemia’s plan. In the meantime, Marika is basically incapable of holding herself back, so she begins touching herself. Accelerating both the pleasure and the failure of all three machines. <br /> <br /> <br /> Liliana’s back compartment opens up. As it does so, a small but notable plume of black smoke escapes up from within her body all at once. Euphemia ignores it. The illusion of liliana’s shoulder blades are quickly revealed to be the ruse they are, as the same metal structure as her stomach is found within. A simple metal shell, then a ton of wires, components, data centers, and all sorts of parts needed. Euphemia can see the tiniest flashest deep inside of Euphemia’s body. Another small circuit pops. <br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia grabs the magic wand, and plugs it into herself. <br /> All the machines shiver as she does so. Then without much warning or preface, Euphemia reaches out and pushes the vibrator into the gap in Liliana’s back. And the moment contact is made, all three erupt in uproarious whimpers. <br /> The vibrating end of the toy presses quite strongly against her sensitive mechanics. Cords get shaken in their ports, a large processor grinds against its pins.<br /> All of the newfound friction caused by the vibrations are communicated throughout Liliana’s entire body. Her loud moans are stifled by Euphemia’s privates, but they exist all the same.<br /> Her body is glitching heavily from all the damage. Her audio program keeps emitting garbled nonsense. <br /> Her motor function is a mess, and her tongue is aggressively invading Euphemia more than ever before. The glitchy, jerky movements grant greater pleasures for all three. <br /> <br /> <br /> Then those scrambled and disorganised signals are shot into the other two machines, causing them to writhe and their processors to bug out in perfect unison. <br /> The more Euphemia’s processor slows, her real time memory falters, or any other issue arises, the better these electrical waves forcing their way around her body feel. <br /> The ice found in her stomach compartment begins contracting the metal around it. A lot of the components in these machine bodies transfer temperatures incredibly well. The artificial skin acts as the primary insulator. So when something this cold is introduced to the system, all of her core functioning slows down by a quarter of it’s usual processing speed. However, despite the notable irony, this does nothing to stop the power surges breaking circuits. <br /> <br /> <br /> All three machines continue on for a moment before anything new happens. They just writhe in pleasure, glitchy jerking around as more and more of their hardware is eroded.<br /> “WA-WA-WARNING! C-C-C-CCRITICAL ERRORS D-DE-DETECTED SY-Y-SYTEM WIDE!<br /> O-O-ORDERING IMM-M-EDD-DIE-EDIEAT SHUT DOWN…<br /> ERROR! SIGN-SNAL-SIGSNAL NOT RECIEVED-D-D-D-D…<br /> ERROR-” Liliana’s computer lets out. It is unable to self correct the issue at hand, as the very issue prevents any restorative measures. <br /> Nor does she want to do anything about it. She immensely enjoys the pleasure she is experiencing. <br /> <br /> <br /> “M-m-m-mM-MAR-rika…” Euphemia says, now also struggling to speak. “T-ttt-tt-take this-ss-sss.” <br /> She hands the machine the small taser, set to the lowest possible setting. It is a long, thin prong, designed for human sexual use. Not any sort of combat. The voltage is magnitudes lower than their more weapon-like brethren, but they still prove quite dangerous for machines. <br /> Marika can barely even process what she has been handed. She is completely ruined by the constant burning signals within her, despite receiving the least abuse of the three.<br /> <br /> <br /> Euphemia’s eyes flicker up to the back of her head. Completely over encumbered with pleasure.<br /> “H-hh-hiTT m-mEE-e w-wiith ITT~!” She suddenly demands, lightly holding her arm out and grasping Marika. <br /> Marika hesitates for a moment. No matter the precautions, this can’t be a good idea. But her mind is so fried from all of this that she doesn’t second guess it anymore. <br /> <br /> <br /> She grasps the taser in hand, presses down on the button, and swings her arm down.<br /> It lands within Euphemia’s body. Partially caught by the mesh of cables, pushing a processor slightly out of its socket and scraping against metal. <br /> Then the electric current runs all throughout her system, creating a resounding shock. <br /> It passes through her body, destroying the majority of her components in a single instant.<br /> But the effect is a climax like no other. The machine shrieks a garbled mess of a moan while her CPU still works. <br /> The effect is slightly delayed for the other two. But it eventually reaches them.<br /> The cables are blown out, they explode and pop the delicate circuitry as the naked women convulse in bizarre brain breaking pleasure. Their external bodies remain perfect and pristine as the smoke pours out of the holes. <br /> <br /> <br /> The room is filled with the sound of electrical pops, zaps and blown fuses. <br /> Euphemia is slouched over partially resting on Liliana. Liliana has slumped into Euphemia’s crotch more. <br /> Marika falls to the floor, twitching in place for a moment longer.<br /> <br /> <br /> The last thoughts generated by the two register in their artificial intelligence before everything else shuts down.<br /> Liliana simply thinks to herself “T-tt-tht-thiis isSSs-ss P-pe-pe-PErfect…”<br /> While Marika shuts off as she thinks “I-i-i-iI-I w-waNt m-mMorRee…” <br /> <br /> <br /> The three machines are found offline with partially scorched and damaged parts. The back up team takes up the shifts for the evening.<br /> Leroy marks on the calendar that Euphemia will be working double time next week as he calls up the repair shop she was just at earlier that day.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=194193 2025-05-26T10:28:34Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> #[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]<br /> #[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]<br /> #[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]<br /> #[[Professional Dedication]]<br /> #[[Attempted Villainy]]<br /> #[[Relieving Boredom]]<br /> #[[Survival of the fittest]]<br /> #[[Gym Control]]<br /> #[[Seductive Strategy]]<br /> #[[Chat Mishap]]<br /> #[[Pussy-tune up]]<br /> #[[Club Geass: Connections]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Pussy-tune_up&diff=194164 2025-05-24T11:20:18Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Cindy lays on the padded Ripper Doc table. The upholstery is already torn and ripped in some places. This is not the highest class repair shop in night city, far from it. But it is exactly the kind of place for a prostitute like her to frequent. She is completely naked, and the fake leather is a little rough on her butt. Though she doesn’t mind one bit. She is more than used to it. Finally, the doc walks in. “Sorry, I had to go grab my tools. I left them in my room...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Cindy lays on the padded Ripper Doc table. The upholstery is already torn and ripped in some places. This is not the highest class repair shop in night city, far from it. But it is exactly the kind of place for a prostitute like her to frequent.<br /> She is completely naked, and the fake leather is a little rough on her butt. Though she doesn’t mind one bit. She is more than used to it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Finally, the doc walks in.<br /> “Sorry, I had to go grab my tools. I left them in my room after some self maintenance last night.” She explains.<br /> “Hehe all I need for my self maintenance are these two fingers~” Cindy jokes as she throws her pointer and middle finger in the air.<br /> “Of course you do sweetie.” The doc almost sighs as she replies.<br /> <br /> <br /> The ripperdocs name is Adrienne. She has short black hair with muted purple highlights. Dark eyeliner and eyeshadow obscures her eyes, which have been modded to be an inky black.<br /> She wears matching black clothes, ripped and torn in places both deliberately and incidentally as time goes on. She wears fishnet arm braces and steel toed boots. Most of her body appears quite normal, but her hands are an exposed metal. Each little ridge and joint within them on proud display.<br /> She pulls a cart filled with tools and mechanical pieces up close to Cindy. Then she reaches over and grabs her desk chair, which she swivels into place and takes a seat.<br /> <br /> <br /> Cindy is on quite the opposite end of the aesthetic spectrum. She usually wears skimpy and pink outfits, matching her long bright pink hair. In fact she has one of those on the ground next to her, which she had just stripped out of. It was a pair of bright pink booty shorts, and a shiny chrome pink top. That, alongside her underwear, is bundled up and laying bare on the concrete.<br /> But now Cindy is wearing nothing, and is ready to be worked on.<br /> <br /> <br /> “You know you don’t need to be totally naked for this. I am just working on your sex module, not your chest or anything.” Adrienne tells her again.<br /> “I know! I just feel more comfortable in the nude. Not to mention I like to be seen~” Cindy replies with a corresponding giggle.<br /> “Of course you do.” Adrienne sighs, as she glances over at her client.<br /> <br /> <br /> Cindy is a recurring customer for Adrienne. She has seen her fair share of sex workers over the years, but most of them have some sort of in-house mechanic that can do all the repairs and maintenance for them. But Cindy is one of the few completely freelance girls who still gets a good amount of work. She would make way more money by joining up with an organisation, which is why so many others choose to do that. But She prefers the autonomy of solo employment. Not that it bothers Adrienne, she is happy to have the paying customer.<br /> But Cindy seems to need this work done more often than not. Adrienne isn’t sure if this machine ever stops fucking.<br /> She glances down at the woman's exposed pussy.<br /> “You washed up before this, right?” She asks her.<br /> “Of course Addy! I won’t forget ever again, promise!” Cindy says.<br /> “Are you really going to stick with that nickname?” Addrienne follows up.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Yup! I think it’s cute. What, don’t you like it?” Cindy asks. Adrienne just brushes the question off, choosing not to reply.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Alright, well it sounds like you are ready to go. This was just a regular retuning right?” The ripper doc asks.<br /> “Well mostly. But I have been having some connection issues which are super weird. Never had that before.” She describes.<br /> “Hmm… Alright, that sounds worth investigating. First, let’s just get it removed and I will give it a look.” Adrienne responds as she pulls some gloves over her hands.<br /> She chose to have mechanical hands for a number of reasons, but when handling delicate pieces she usually needs a little bit of padding. Even the almost paper thin doctor’s gloves do the trick though.<br /> <br /> <br /> Cindy eagerly spreads her legs for the woman before her.<br /> Adrienne walks up to her, places her arm down on the seat by Cindy’s stomach and leans in.<br /> “It’s a shame I will only see you between my legs when you are working on me~” Cindy says with a flirtatious tone.<br /> “Is that so?” Adrienne simply states, focusing holistically on the work before her.<br /> With her other hand she reaches towards Cindy’s pussy. She presses down on the girls pubic region, right above her privates. She does so for a short while until suddenly she can feel a click.<br /> Then the pussy disconnects. It juts out of its slot by just a centimetre. Revealing the seam along her pelvis and between her thighs where it can be removed. The artificial skin parting to allow viewing of the metal and electronics beneath.<br /> “SEX MODULE PIECE EJECTED.<br /> WOULD YOU LIKE TO UNREGISTER THE DEVICE?” Cindy suddenly bursts out. But it is not her voice speaking. Instead it is her computer's administrative code. Her monotone and dull delivery indicates the lack of humanity behind her words.<br /> “Nah! God I wish I could just shut that whole thing off!” CIndy whines, resuming her normal voice.<br /> Ignoring Cindy’s little internal dispute, Adrienne grabs hold and takes the whole piece out.<br /> <br /> <br /> It forms a sort of onahole shape. There are a couple of exposed metal prongs for registering connections to Cindy’s body. There is only a small patch of artificial skin right on the front, where it would be exposed. Inside is a silicone mold designed for pleasuring dicks as much as possible. All sorts of ridges, bumps and texture like that.<br /> The other side that is usually nestled inside of her is less visually attractive. Instead it is a lot of sleek metal, messy cables, mechanical components, all sorts of things that make her pussy tick.<br /> There are some small metal pieces that are used to click the pussy into place.<br /> However the bulk of the metal is shaped to be held with relative ease, which makes Adrienne's job a little easier.<br /> <br /> <br /> She gives it a closer look and can already see some problems.<br /> “Jeez, you really put this thing through some abuse, huh?” Adrienne remarks.<br /> “Oh yeah, I like it rough and guys are usually happy to oblige~” Cindy says with a coy smile.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne focuses on the piece in her hand, partly ignoring the constant teases and flirts from Cindy.<br /> “Hm… I think one of the hinges is bent. That might be causing the connectivity issue you were having. Might be a pretty easy fix.” Adrienne announces.<br /> “Ah wonderful!” Cindy says.<br /> Adrienne grabs one of her tools, and starts futzing with the piece.<br /> A part of the metal is out of place, forced into it from physical stress.<br /> It isn’t the most precise process, but sometimes her job requires a bit of brute strength.<br /> In the meantime, Cindy is more than distracted. Usually she gets super bored during check ups like this. She finds it absolutely agonizing, and ends up becoming incredibly chatty.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne doesn’t mind Cindy, but she can get pretty intense very quickly.<br /> So she always leaves a little something for Cindy to occupy herself for a moment.<br /> Cindy holds a small hand mirror between her legs and inspects the cavity that resides there.<br /> Her entire pubic region is opened up, and now all the grey metal, shiny steel, and multi-coloured cables lining all of it.<br /> The inside of her body is densely packed. But she can still see through small gaps and holes within all of the dense mechanics. Allowing further glimpses of her computers, of her steel skeleton, of the dazzling collection of LED lights on motherboards, whirring fans and everything else.<br /> Her body is the best form of dangling keys that Adrienne could ask for.<br /> <br /> <br /> It provides her just enough time to get the hinges looking right and ready.<br /> “Ok, let's give this a try then.” Adrienne tells Cindy as she turns back to face the machine.<br /> Cindy shoots up and quickly puts the little mirror away.<br /> “Ok, let me have it~” Cindy says with a cheeky grin. Adrienne knows not to give in, so she keeps stern.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne leans in, pussy in hand. She slides the part back into Cindy’s body. Cindy shivers a little, but then turns that sincere emotion into a comical moan.<br /> Adrienne can’t help but sigh. The piece meets the end of it’s slot, but it hasn’t fitted in yet. So in a moment of truth, Adrienne shoves it in and the pieces of metal she fixed comfortably click into place.<br /> “NEW DEVICE RE-<br /> CANNOT IDENTIFY DEVICE. PLEASE TRY RECONNECTING.<br /> DO NOT SUDDENLY EJECT DEV-<br /> NEW DEVICE REGISTERED.<br /> DEVICE IDENTIF-<br /> PLEASE DO NOT SUDDENLY REMOVE DEVICE.”<br /> Cindy begins blurting out. Each sentence gets instantly cut off by the next, as her computer scrambles itself. Desperately attempting to keep on top of clearly glitching hardware.<br /> <br /> <br /> “AThat doesn’t sound good. How do you feel?” Adrienne asks.<br /> “Uh-oh.” Cindy says.<br /> “Yeah, now it isn’t connecting at all. I can’t feel anything down there.” She says as she reaches down.<br /> Cindy gently taps her privates, before suddenly shoving her fingers inside.<br /> “NEW DEVICE REGISTERED. CONNECTING…<br /> CONNECTION ATTEMPT FAILED. PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE DEVICE DURING CONNECTION PROCESS.”<br /> Her computer continues to repeat over and over.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Crap, well that’s not good.” Adrienne says. She leans in and presses that same spot on her client's pelvis nice and hard for a few seconds until the piece disconnects. Finally shutting up the machine's insistent yelling.<br /> “Ah, it is even messing up my computer… No, this is even worse now!” Cindy cries out.<br /> “Don’t worry, I will fix it. Trust me.” Adrienne confidently declares. It does put Cindy’s heart to ease.<br /> <br /> <br /> She brings the piece up to her face, nice and close. Though she points the explicit part of it away from her and at Cindy instead.<br /> “Hehe, it will never stop being funny seeing my pussy like that. Hi girlie~” Cindy says as she gives a little wave to her own privates.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne inspects the pieces she just fixed.<br /> “The hinge seems perfect. So I guess that must have been an incidental part of it. But then how would it get worse now that I fixed this…” Adrienne begins to mumble as she takes a seat.<br /> Her eyes begin to whir as she uses her cyber optics zoom function.<br /> The increased detail doesn’t really provide her the extra information she was hoping for. However she notices something else she overlooked.<br /> It is hard to tell visually, but one of the metal prongs seems ever so slightly removed from the main piece. It is barely half a millimetre, but it is slightly displaced. That would certainly cause issues.<br /> The metal prongs are in order to pass electrical currents through, and are incredibly important to connectivity.<br /> However they are far more delicate, and she can’t just force it into place like she did the hinge.<br /> <br /> <br /> Instead she is going to have to take this apart to fix it.<br /> She grabs it in her lap, and peels off one of her gloves. Her now freshly exposed right hand begins to morph. Her pointer finger recedes into her hand. Within her palm, another piece moves into that slot and emerges out of her finger. Instead of a usual finger tip, it is a shifting screw tool. It is incredibly thin, and goes to a single point. But as she places it into the slot, it suddenly expands out to fill the screw’s space.<br /> “Woah, cool!” Cindy exclaims.<br /> “This is a fairly new mod. Basically the ultimate screw, it fits literally any shape or width.” Adrienne describes. Slightly proud about her new addition and happy to brag.<br /> <br /> <br /> The piece twists with the power of an internal motor, pulling the screw out in moments.<br /> She repeats this process a few more times until a small heap of the parts have been taken out and placed on her little cart beside her.<br /> Finally she can pull the metal shell around the pussy canal apart. The steel comes apart with ease. Within is the outside part of her silicone vaginal walls, as well as a number of computer chips and boards.<br /> One of those chips is the one connected to the metal prongs. It has been partly pulled off of the board, ruining the circuit.<br /> It is only now that she can reach in easily that she can mend it. But it requires more work than she thought.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Alright, this is manageable. But I need to go grab my soldering iron.” Adrienne says as she places the pussy next to the screws and stands up.<br /> “I will be right back, try not to touch anything.”<br /> Cindy gives a little wink.<br /> “I mean it.” Adrienne tells her, a little more sternly.<br /> Cindy straightens up a little and nods compliantly.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne then exits the room.<br /> Cindy looks around the place.<br /> She has already lost interest in looking between her legs at all the mechanics. So she starts humming to herself, tapping her feet, whistling, killing time. She is absolutely terrible at it.<br /> She grows antsy, needing to move. So she hops up from her seat.<br /> She instantly starts giggling to herself as she takes step after step.<br /> It feels quite bizarre to walk around with that piece between her legs missing. The metal has a bit more room to shift.<br /> It is a little dangerous to act normally while having such a big opening, as contaminants can find their way in.<br /> So she doesn’t go very far at all, she just wanted to stretch her legs. Instead what she does is reach out and grab her pussy piece.<br /> <br /> <br /> She technically can remove her pieces in the comfort of her own home. But she knows she is a little danger prone, and worries about breaking it.<br /> But that doesn’t mean she can’t let curiosity win over.<br /> She pokes and prods at the front of her pussy, watching the silicone material squish in response.<br /> It is truly fascinating to watch.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne bursts back in.<br /> “I knew I couldn’t leave you alone like this. Put that down please.” She calmly declares.<br /> “S-sorry. I just get bored!” Cindy cries out as she places the pussy back down.<br /> “It is what it is. I am just glad you didn’t break anything.” Adrienne says as she sits back down in her chair. She carries a pretty small tool in her hand, shaped quite similarly to a pen.<br /> <br /> <br /> It is a portable soldering iron. She presses a button and the tip begins to glow hot red.<br /> “I just need to mend these IC pins, and hopefully that should fix the problem.” Adrienne explains.<br /> “Oooh. Maybe I should get one of those, it looks dangerous!” Cindy cheers.<br /> Sparks begin to fly from the board as Adrienne applies the soldering iron. But she is still able to casually chat as she does so.<br /> “Of course you would like this. Knock yourself out, just means you will be lining my pockets all the sooner.” Adrienne tursely answers.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Hmph.” Cindy replies as she crosses her arm.<br /> “You are no fun. Learn to let loose a little!” Cindy suggests.<br /> Adrienne continues to stare into the bright sparks. People used to need large masks when doing this, but luckily these robotic eyes are more than capable of handling it.<br /> “What, so I should start fucking around like you do?” Adrienne asks sarcastically.<br /> “Well, you can start with me~ My door’s always open, and you are already used to touching my pussy~” Cindy replies with a giggle.<br /> “Well then, I guess I am broadening my horizons already.” Adrienne says.<br /> She shuts the soldering iron off and inspects her work.<br /> “No need to go any further. Touching your privates should be enough, right?” Adrienne snarkily jokes.<br /> <br /> <br /> But Cindy likes it. She has always enjoyed the little rapport she has with Adrienne. Of course she is aware of their warring personalities. But that just makes it all the more fun to push and prod and tease like this.<br /> She knows that she can get away with it. And she knows that deep down, Adrienne likes it too.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne continues to futz with the piece in her hand. Now that the soldering is done, the bulk of the fix is complete. But she still needs to fit things into place better and clean up the mess that sort of tool leaves behind.<br /> But luckily she finishes up. So Adreinne re-assembles the pussy, by putting the shell back in place and tightening it up.<br /> “Now this should be the fix. Ready to give it a try?” Adrienne asks.<br /> “Slot it in!” Cindy cheers while she pumps her fist in the air.<br /> Adrienne leans in and once again finds herself between Cindy’s legs again. She brings the pussy piece into place, and slowly slides it in. She pushes until she feels the click.<br /> <br /> <br /> “So…?” Adrienne tentatively asks as she hovers in place. Her hand mere centimetres away from Cindy’s pussy.<br /> “NEW DEVICE REGISTERED.<br /> CONNECTING… CONNECTING…”<br /> Cindy blurts out. Adrienne waits tentatively as the computer does it’s work.<br /> “SEX MODULE PAIRED.<br /> RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS…<br /> LOADING…<br /> 3 ERRORS FOUND.”<br /> Her computer informs Adrienne. She cusses as she hears this.<br /> “Well… At least we got it to connect this time.” Adrienne mutters to herself as Cindy comes back to consciousness.<br /> “Looks like there is more work to do!” Cindy cheers.<br /> “That’s right. Mind giving me that list of errors?” Adrienne asks.<br /> “Sure!<br /> Alright it says…<br /> The first is an error of sensitivity mismanagement…<br /> Next is one of the suspension…<br /> And finally it says there’s a breach in the insulation wall.<br /> I don’t really know what any of that means, sorry!” Cindy apologies.<br /> <br /> <br /> “It’s fine. I do. Adrienne replies.<br /> “Oh but I did get sensitivity mismanagement, does that mean it won’t feel as good?” Cindy asks as she reaches down and pokes her folds.<br /> The moment her finger makes contact, she instantly throws her head back and squeals in pleasure.<br /> “OH FUCK STICK IT IN ME PLEASE~!” She moans at the top of her lungs, completely shocking Adrienne.<br /> Once she pulls back her finger, Cindy takes a second to collect herself.<br /> “S-sorry. My auto-response kicked in, that was just way too intense…” She tells the doc, dazed and confused.<br /> <br /> <br /> “I guess I can safely mark that as hyper sensitivity mismanagement then…” Adrienne notes.<br /> “Though I am not sure if that’s a hardware or software issue. I guess I will start with the other two then.” She mutters.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Yeah sounds like a-” Cindy begins.<br /> Adrienne leans right in and presses down. Her increasing comfort with the machine allows for her breach of personal boundaries like this without even missing a beat.<br /> Cindy doesn’t mind at all. In her opinion, she barely even has personal space. She is designed for and addicted to physical intimacy with others. So when Adrienne reaches out and disconnects her pussy once again, she doesn’t even flinch. Though it does cut off her sentence.<br /> “SEX MODULE DISCONNECTED.<br /> PLEASE DO NOT SUDDENLY REMOVE DEVICE WITHOUT EJECTING FIRST.”<br /> Her computer announces.<br /> “God, I know this machine better than it knows itself. Removing without ejection doesn’t matter.” Adrienne says to herself.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Really? Then why does my system keep warning me every time?” Cindy asks.<br /> “Cuz if you do it while your system is loading or downloading something it can sometimes cause a problem.” Adrienne explains as she pulls the pussy piece out of Cindy’s body and inspect it once again.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Hm, I need to take this apart again.” Adrienne sighs.<br /> In an exact repetition of the previous time, she pulls a number of screws out of the metallic shell once more.<br /> Once the pieces are separated, she then gives the same scrutiny she had given the outside. It is only then she notices the suspension problem that had completely missed her before.<br /> “Oh I see. Jeez, you really do go hard to break this. It’s literally here to prevent this kind of damage.” Adrienne marvels.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Ah, right… That might be from last week. I kinda pushed my limits a bit. Had a train ran on me for like a full day.” Cindy says. She nearly drools in memory of that sexual delight gauntlet.<br /> “Damn. Well honestly, I guess I have to respect it. Just be a bit more careful next time, and come right to me rather than putting this off.” Adrienne tells her.<br /> “If this was a fresh break I could fix it in a minute. But because you used it without the suspension working, it will require a bit more. It probably caused all the other issues too.” Adrienne begins to drone on.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Oopsies…” Cindy stutters out.<br /> “It will be fine. Trust me.” Adrienne assures her, though her expression remains as grim as before.<br /> The suspensions are small shock braces. They prevent her body from feeling the entire power of those pounding her. One of those new innovations that could make love making all the more intense, all the more safe, and all the more thrilling.<br /> <br /> <br /> The pieces are small piston-like metal pieces that usually latch onto the metal shells from the inside. Holding the actual silicone pussy in the air. Acting as shock braces. One of the four pieces has snapped, and two of the others were notably bent.<br /> Luckily, that means it isn’t too bad.<br /> Adrienne instantly begins tinkering with it, fixing the bent pieces before she moves on to the completely broken off one.<br /> <br /> <br /> In the meantime, Cindy is once again left alone to her own devices. Bored and facing a long stretch of nothingness before her.<br /> However, something nags at her in a way she can’t quite ignore like she had before.<br /> After touching herself with that increased hypersensitivity, her systems are in overdrive. She is hard wired to need more and more after getting a little taste of that sexual rush. So something that intense basically shocked her system into becoming even more of a needy slut than usual.<br /> But she can’t touch herself, someone else has a firm hold of her disconnected pussy.<br /> Instead, facing no other options, she looks down at her small but perky breasts.<br /> Each nipple proudly standing on end, stiffened up by the excitement. Her system adjusts the rigidity of her nipple components after receiving the sexual input data. The effect is far more severe for her as a robot than any human would experience. That exaggeration of reality built into her mechanical body shows itself constantly.<br /> <br /> <br /> She reaches up and gently brushes her right nipple. It causes her whole body to shiver, and she lets out a little quiet yelp.<br /> Cindy is surprised that Adrienne doesn’t look over at her. Far too engrossed in the little project in her hands.<br /> So Cindy allows herself to go much further. She grasps her nipples with her fingers and pinches. Twisting and pulling them.<br /> She then mixes in some proper gropes. Grabbing the whole of her breasts and squeezing.<br /> She is physically incapable of keeping her voice down. Her computer does it involuntarily. But it is not as if she would want to censor herself. She doesn’t care at all.<br /> <br /> <br /> This time she certainly receives the attention of Adrienne. She doesn’t speak out against the prostitute on her chair. But the silent staring communicates her feelings just as well.<br /> “Ah~! W-what~? Should a girl hold herself back~” Cindy says between all of her moans and whimpers.<br /> “F-fuck! God it feels so good babe~!” Cindy moves out.<br /> Anytime she feels pleasure, she blurts out moaning audio files automatically. Her sex-bot programming is built around it. But on top of moans and whimpers, she also has many pre-written lines of dialogue to say to her partner. Though she speaks just the same even when performing self pleasure like she is now.<br /> So despite the extent of her masturbation amounting to some teasing of her breasts, she instantly transforms into a moaning porn star.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne powers on despite this. Rendering metal back into place, and force it to function once more. She uses her solder, she uses her hand, she uses a number of other appliances on her cart of mechanics.<br /> But the escalating moans, squeals and whimpers coming from her client dig into her head. Eating away at her focus.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Ah~! F-fuck… Oh it feels so good~” Cindy calls out. Adrienne is unsure to what extent Cindy is yelling just to get her attention, or she is just obeying her programming.<br /> In truth, Cindy is barely thinking about anything.<br /> She doesn’t consider if she could fight her code to quiet down a bit and allow Adrienne to work in peace.<br /> Nor does she even think about her usual mischievous desire to tease and toy with the brick wall of a woman before her.<br /> <br /> <br /> Instead she is just losing herself in a pre-progammed need for pleasure. Allowing all else to fall to the side.<br /> Only interrupted when she notices Adrienne standing over her. That stone cold expression so perfectly chiseled onto your face.<br /> “AH~! God I- um… H-hello?” She mutters as her eyes open to meet Adrienne’s.<br /> “If you want this to take longer, that’s fine by me. But it will cost you extra.” Adrienne simply states.<br /> “Well… Maybe I can repay you in a different way~” Cindy retorts, as she seductively spreads her legs open.<br /> Much to Cindy’s surprise, It seems Adrienne moves towards that special place with strong intent.<br /> “Finally taking me up on my offer? You naughty g-” Cindy starts.<br /> “NEW DEVICE REGISTERED.<br /> CONNECTING… CONNECTING…<br /> SEX MODULE PAIRED.<br /> RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS…<br /> LOADING…<br /> 2 ERRORS FOUND.”<br /> The administrative computer voice escapes past Cindy’s lips. Stopping her in the middle of her sentence and rattling off the same pairing speech like she has done so many times.<br /> <br /> <br /> Cindy realises Adrienne was not actually getting interested, but rather getting into position to shoved the repaired pussy back into place.<br /> In her sex fueled haze, she hadn’t seen Adrienne put the pieces all back together.<br /> “So? Seems like it worked then!” Adrienne says with triumph. A sort of smug smile grows on her face.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Why don’t you test it out?” Adrienne asks with the smallest bit of enthusiasm she is capable of.<br /> “W-well… I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t know if I can handle it until we deal with the sensitivity problem.<br /> “Ah, that makes sense.” Adrienne says.<br /> She puts her hand up to her chin and thinks quite intensely on the issue.<br /> The line between software and hardware blurs as time goes on. Her job as a ripperdoc is also quite the nebulous position itself. Partly dabbling in both areas.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Well first I can check your pussy’s motherboard to see if there is a physical problem. If not we may have to delve into your code but I would definitely prefer not to. It’s not my area of expertise.” Adrienne explains.<br /> Cindy nods her head along with what she says, but doesn’t really absorb or understand any of it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne is more perceptive than Cindy is, and does realise the girl isn’t following along at all.<br /> “Don’t worry, let’s just get this thing out of you.” Adrienne says as she pokes down on the hidden button and the pussy is removed.<br /> “SEX MODULE DISCONNECTED.<br /> PLEASE DO NOT SUDDENLY REMOVE DEVICE WITHOUT EJECTING FIRST.”<br /> Her computer announces once more.<br /> <br /> <br /> Quickly Adrienne resumes her work. She has become increasingly adept at switching out her finger for the screwhead and taking apart the metal encasing.<br /> She holds the piece gently and looks at the computer chip. She sees the remnants of her welding job she was so proud of before. Thinking that might be the culprit, she zooms in on it but to no avail. Nothing suggests it would cause any sort of glitched result.<br /> <br /> <br /> Though eventually she does discover something.<br /> The tiniest little speck of some pink powder-like substance. Adrienne scraps it off, only to reveal a little bit more underneath. Then it hits her.<br /> “Wait, is this glitter?” Adrienne asks.<br /> “Glitter? What, that sparkly stuff?” Cindy asks, with a sincerely confused expression on her face.<br /> “No, the drug.” Adrienne follows up. Turning her head to the machine.<br /> “Oh shit. I have never taken it but some of my clients have before we did stuff. Should I be worried?” Cindy quickly retorts.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Hmm…” Adrienne wanders to herself.<br /> “No, I think it should be fine, but it is likely causing a problem for sure.” She says. Adrienne continues to scrape off and work the chip. Surprised by how deeply the glitter seemed to stain the chip. These drugs aren’t just substances that affect the biological mind. They are designed to affect digital consciousness. They can interface with hardware, and that is likely what has happened here.<br /> <br /> <br /> “I can make this work, it’s not as bad as it seems.” Adrienne expresses.<br /> “Hm… I guess I will need to be more careful in the future. I think the guy who took it spent like an hour eating out my pussy. Probably happened then.” She thinks out loud.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne finishes up. “Hm… I am not sure I can do any more than this, but there still might be a bit of an effect. We will just have to see.” She mutters, before she turns back to Cindy.<br /> “Ready?” Adrienne asks. She gets an emphatic nod from Cindy.<br /> <br /> <br /> She reaches down and puts the piece back into place. Perfectly slotting in between Cindy’s spread legs.<br /> “SEX MODULE PAIRED.” She cheers out like usual.<br /> “RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS…<br /> LOADING…<br /> 2 ERRORS FOUND.”<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne scoffs.<br /> “Well, it's still worth a try. Wanna…” Adrienne starts before sighing. “Wanna try touching yourself?” She asks with a bit of a defeated tone. Looking into Cindy, with the biggest, evil grin on her face.<br /> “Oh so you want me to put on a show? Anything for you babe~” Cindy says with her textbook smile.<br /> Adrienne doesn’t want to let her win. Though she knows that regardless of her response, it is basically guaranteed to be a victory for Cindy. So she stays quiet and grimaces as the girl giggles to herself.<br /> <br /> <br /> Finally Cindy turns her attention back onto herself and reaches down. She is careful, slow. Anticipating the overwhelming gut punch of sensitivity she experienced before.<br /> Once her finger finally makes cautious contact, she jumps ever so slightly.<br /> “Ah~! Ah… It is more intense than it should be, but way better than before…” Cindy states. She slowly ventures further and further. Letting her finger run along the length of her slit.<br /> Increasing in both pace and intensity.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Hm…” Adrienne wonders.<br /> “I think I could try scraping a bit more off, though I am worried about damaging it.” She explains.<br /> “Although… I don’t think you seem to mind it like this very much.” Adrienne says with a smirk. Observing as Cindy loses track of her surroundings and becomes increasingly interested in self pleasure.<br /> The sardonic comment snaps her out of the trance. She isn’t really capable of embarrassment, but she can still understand that there is a time and a place.<br /> So with a blush, she spreads her legs and allows Adrienne the room to retrieve her pussy once more.<br /> <br /> <br /> She reaches down, and holds the button down. As Adrienne does so, she can feel the warmth ever so slightly emanating from Cindy’s crotch. Her body is fully activated and ready for sex. It really seems like that touching got to her.<br /> <br /> <br /> “SEX MODULE DISCONNECTED.<br /> PLEASE DO NOT SUDDENLY REMOVE DEVICE WITHOUT EJECTING FIRST.”<br /> She says in staggering contrast to her overall demeanour. Though she returns back to it once her system releases its grip on her.<br /> “I can’t believe how much this little speck of glitter is affecting me…” Cindy admits, a little less full of energy as usual. She is preoccupied. Haunted by the spectre of pleasure.<br /> “Aww, not so talkative now, are you? I didn;t think you would fold to just a little bit of excitement.” Adrienne teases.<br /> <br /> <br /> “O-oh yeah? I would like to see you try to handle that!” Cindy retorts.<br /> “And you never will~” Adrienne simply says, shutting the woman down. Instead she focuses on the last issue to resolve. Something nice and easy too, just a breach within the vaginal wall’s material.<br /> <br /> <br /> Once more, all the pieces are removed until just the electronics and the silicone remain. Due to the nature of the material, it is basically impossible to spot the breach visibly. Instead Adrienne runs her finger alongside the outer wall until she feels part of it give in more than it should. A small hole has been made in the otherwise resilient synthetic wall.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne stands up and looks to the wall beside her. A number of compartments and storage blocks hang there. She rummages through a couple, pussy still in one hand. Until finally she pulls out a packaged sheet of replacement synthetic flesh.<br /> The patch is pretty painless. One of the easiest things that Adrienne has to do. Routine work for a ripperdoc, even if this specific location is a little more sensitive than usual.<br /> <br /> <br /> Cindy watches as Adrienne takes the material, cuts it up into small enough sections. She then tapes onto the hole, and attaches it around the sides. Doing so with a much lighter soldering setting. Melting the material down into place until it is fused with the rest of her pussy.<br /> Adrienne spends a little time cleaning up the patch, making sure it doesn’t stick out or cause any problems.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Well… I think that should be the last issue dealt with!” Adreinne says with a little triumph in her voice.<br /> “Ready to plug it back in?” She asks.<br /> “Absolutely!” Cindy excitedly replies.<br /> Adrienne puts all of the components back together until she holds the steel encased pussy in her hand.<br /> <br /> <br /> She reaches over, and places the butt of the piece in Cindy’s slot. Adrienne pauses for half a second, until she shoves it in. Clicking once it finds its place.<br /> “SEX MODULE PAIRED.”<br /> “RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS…<br /> LOADING…<br /> DIAGNOSTICS CHECK COMPLETED. NO ERRORS WERE FOUND.”<br /> Her computer coldly states.<br /> But soon Cindy’s expression returns from robotic stiffness to her personally driven programming.<br /> “Awesome! Thank you so much Adrienne, you are a lifesaver!” She says with a smile.<br /> “No worries at all. I will send you the bill tonight.” Adrienne tells her as she moves the cart of tools out of the way.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Alright, I am gonna head it right away then.” Cindy says. “Got an appointment in an hour.” She explains as she quickly throws her on her clothing.<br /> Adrienne laughs.<br /> “Jeez you are going to put it to the test that quickly? Well… Have fun~” Adrienne tells her. She waves as she watches Cindy leave.<br /> <br /> <br /> Adrienne sits at her desk. After throwing her doctor’s gloves in the trash, she starts polishing her set of tools.<br /> Right as she switches on her computer to do some administrative work, she hears her door open.<br /> “R-ripper doc? I need help!” A feminine voice calls out for.<br /> Adrienne didn’t have any appointments, and it is well out of the open visitation hours. But she knows in a part of town like this, there is always a possibility for someone randomly bursting through the door.<br /> <br /> <br /> She sighs and makes her way over.<br /> Adrienne finds two women. One is unconscious, barely held up by the other. The damaged offline one is wearing quite a fancy dress. There is a large gash in her upper arm. It is hard to see from the angle Adrienne is looking from, but the woman also has an expensive looking exposed metallic back. Her long brunette hair reaches down her chest, and ends in blue tips.<br /> The other is quite nondescript. With a shorter black bob-cut, and dressed in quite boring jeans and a t-shirt.<br /> <br /> <br /> “She just collapsed in my taxi begging for a ripperdoc! You were the closest I could find.” The woman describes.<br /> “I don’t know if she is going to get any worse… or if she can be brought back.” She says.<br /> Adrienne can see this is pretty serious, but isn’t quite the lost cause the woman might be worried about.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Alright… Lay her down on the table. I’ll see what I can do.” Adrienne says, as she pulls her cart back over into its place and pulls her gloves back on.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=194163 2025-05-24T11:17:56Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> #[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]<br /> #[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]<br /> #[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]<br /> #[[Professional Dedication]]<br /> #[[Attempted Villainy]]<br /> #[[Relieving Boredom]]<br /> #[[Survival of the fittest]]<br /> #[[Gym Control]]<br /> #[[Seductive Strategy]]<br /> #[[Chat Mishap]]<br /> #[[Pussy-tune up]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Chat_Mishap&diff=193834 2025-05-08T10:20:11Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Zentraya looks at herself in the mirror. Inspect every last little detail of her outfit and body design. She has just gotten a total visual overhaul with a bunch of new features. The mods took ages and were a little expensive, but the step up is just staggering. She can’t help but be incredibly excited to show it off in just a few minutes. Her body is made from a synthetic black and red suit-like material. Small highlights of a neon green light covers the entire ou...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Zentraya looks at herself in the mirror. Inspect every last little detail of her outfit and body design. <br /> She has just gotten a total visual overhaul with a bunch of new features. The mods took ages and were a little expensive, but the step up is just staggering. She can’t help but be incredibly excited to show it off in just a few minutes. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her body is made from a synthetic black and red suit-like material. Small highlights of a neon green light covers the entire outfit. Adding small accents and a more cybernetic feel. <br /> The material may resemble that of a skin-tight bodysuit, but it doesn’t conceal anything underneath. Instead behind that red and black layer is just pure steel. Under that is all of her electronics and mechanical components. However, there is a lot of metal on the outside as well.<br /> On the back of her head the pitch black steel plating almost looks like part of a helmet. While her thighs are still squishy and made from a silicone-like material, her lower legs are pure metal. They come together into these sharp mechanical poles for her legs. <br /> There is a small amount of synthetic skin on her face. It helps her emote, it helps feel a little bit more approachable, and it’s just nice. It makes the rest of her body look like some sort of weird outfit<br /> However, the only actual clothing she is wearing over this latex-like body of hers is her jacket. It is dark black and incredibly baggy around the arms. It is quite small around her stomach, and cuts off just barely under her breasts. <br /> It is the type you leave undone, allowing for her incredibly sized breasts to hang out. Considering her body resembles a skin-tuit suit, her chest doesn't leave a whole lot to the imagination. Instead you can see the exact size and shape of her voluptuous breasts.<br /> When she was getting all of this work done, she was a little unsure which size to go for.<br /> She ended up deciding on the largest they had. It was incredibly embarrassing making that choice, but she is happy with how it looks in the end.<br /> <br /> <br /> Small red LEDs light up her cheeks to create a slight blush as she remembers the whole situation. <br /> But she shakes it out of her mind. Looking in the mirror, she gives herself a confident little thumbs up. <br /> She quickly makes her way to the densely packed desk at which she streams from. <br /> Zentraya always reflects on the humor in powering up a desktop computer when the processor in her own head is far more advanced than the hulking thing under the table. <br /> <br /> <br /> She boots up her streaming software, then switches to the “starting soon!” screen. She begins the stream and waits.<br /> Usually she has the stream on this screen for about fifteen minutes. It gives her time to post to social media, mentally prepare herself and finally, begin to connect with the stream features.<br /> <br /> <br /> One of the primary reasons she got this extensive work done on herself were for these slightly experimental features. Chat members can affect her body in a few ways by donating. <br /> She is incredibly excited to give it a try, so hooks up the software as soon as possible.<br /> She loads up the program and it connects wirelessly. <br /> “STREAM_ELEMENTS_BODYMOD.EXE HAS REGISTERED YOU AS A DEVICE” <br /> She shivers as it registers her computer system. That little signal finding its way into her circuitry and establishing connection to each of her components. <br /> <br /> <br /> She watches as people pile into the stream and the chat starts rushing by the screen. <br /> All sorts of emotes, demands for stream to start, and other random noise compete for screen space. <br /> She loves her assortment of nerds.<br /> So with invigoration, she turns on her camera. She checks her background. <br /> Zentraya collects herself from a moment, and turns on the camera and microphone. However, she starts with the pointed up at the ceiling. Completely removing herself from the <br /> <br /> <br /> “Hi everyone.” She says with a smile and a wave. Her speech pattern is monotone and stilted. Despite the extent to which she upgraded herself, her voice module is still a basic text to speech program. <br /> <br /> <br /> The chat fills with sudden responses. <br /> “HI!<br /> ZEN ZEN ZEN ZEN<br /> hello<br /> HII<br /> STREAM FINALLY STARTED<br /> Hey Zen!”<br /> She can’t help but smile as she reads through all of the people in her stream react to her words. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Today we have a very special stream. It is my new… model reveal.” She cheers. However, her robotic tone struggles to convey that enthusiasm. So it is only able to raise the volume and the pitch ever so slightly, which kind of works. <br /> But her chat is more than used to it, and knows what each little change in tone means. They love her text to speech sounding voice. The contrast between extremely complicated mechanics of her body and the retro sound of her voice is part of her charm.<br /> <br /> <br /> The chat explodes in excitement, begging to see her. All desperate to behold the new generation of Zentraya. <br /> She beams as she watches all the energy emanating from her viewers. It makes her happy knowing they are just as excited as she was about all of this. It is going to allow for so many new possibilities.<br /> <br /> <br /> So she reaches out, grabs hold of the camera. Pauses for a moment. Then rotates it down to give them all a full view.<br /> Zentraya holds her arms out confidently, allowing them to see all of her.<br /> “So chat! What do you think?” She asks. A big smile across her artificial face. <br /> She waits for a moment. As much as she is happy with her new look, she can’t help but be at least a little nervous. It is a big change, and her life is going to change depending on the response she sees on the screen. <br /> So she averts her eyes for a little too long. But eventually she stares into terribly fast moving chat. <br /> Text speeds by the screen are almost imperceptibly fast. But Zentraya is a machine, and she can log and analyse hundreds of frames a second. So she reads through each and every message sent. She is delighted to find an overwhelming wave of positivity. <br /> “HOLY CRAP YOU LOOK SO GOOOOOD<br /> Oh shit big boobies<br /> WOAH ZENTRAYA<br /> I love the black and red!<br /> I HAVE LIKE ALMOST THE SAME JACKET<br /> Omg amazingggg” <br /> These are just a few of the messages that she finds. <br /> <br /> <br /> The chat is loving it, and Zentraya is happy to see it. Each and every word gets her more and more excited for the rest of the stream. The momentum builds quickly.<br /> “So, along with this new body are a bunch of new features. I can customize and edit my different parts.” She tells the chat, who bursts with activity at the idea.<br /> “A little bit later in the stream, we are even going to try out chat integration. So stick around!” She says with an adorable smile. Her lips curve naturally and realistically, with the perfect tension and softness in her synthetic skin. <br /> <br /> <br /> She begins just casually talking with her viewers as she usually does. Her stream primarily consists of conversing with chat and gaming, so she is quite used to both. There are always enough colourful questions and comments to fill hours of discussion. <br /> And now with the new excitement of her body, people have an endless list of questions for her to answer.<br /> <br /> <br /> “How much did all of this cost?” A chatter asks.<br /> “Well… It’s a little complicated but it was definitely a lot. Ha. Ha.” Zentraya replies. Her laugh is a little stilted, as the text to speech can’t possibly make it sound natural.<br /> “The sub goal was what made it possible, so thank you everyone for supporting me so much!” She happily exclaims.<br /> <br /> <br /> “What is your favorite new feature?” Someone else inquires.<br /> Zentraya pauses for a moment, sincerely unsure which to pick.<br /> “Well… Maybe it is a bit too basic considering all of the new stuff. But I love the adjustable LED highlights across my body.” She tells them all. <br /> “I have them set to green right now, but maybe we can change that up later!” She says with a smile. <br /> The conversation quickly devolves into chat fighting with itself over which colour is their favorite, and what would work best for Zentraya’s design. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Will this affect stream schedules?” A chatter sends.<br /> “Nope.” Zentraya quickly clarifies.<br /> “It isn’t going to change things too dramatically. I don’t want to ruin what you all come here for!” She says.<br /> “But it does mean that alerts and stuff will be twenty times better, since you can do more with them.” Zentraya tells her viewers. Her voice can’t convey any of the emotion she intends, so she has to over act physically instead. She pumps her fist in the air and does a little jump as she does.<br /> Her breasts bounce as she lands. She only realises when half of the chat devolves into emojis and emotes of big eyes staring right at her.<br /> She ignores it for now, there is no helping chat being a bit excitable. She just thinks it’s cute. <br /> <br /> <br /> The stream continues on as normal, without much incident. Chatting, laughing, engaging with viewers, all of that sort of thing.<br /> But just as Zentraya can feel the energy begin to dip, she decides to take it up a notch.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Alright. How about we give this chat integration mode a try.” She says. Another monotone voice accompanied by cheery body language and facial expressions. <br /> The chat explodes with excitement, all ripping and roaring, ready to go.<br /> Zentraya has to take a second. She double checks the program. <br /> The UI is a little confusing, and overall it is a bit hard to navigate. She would gladly spend more time really looking through every setting, but she didn’t realise that it might be necessary to do so. She doesn’t want to keep her viewers waiting in silence, so she quickly skims what she sees and turns it on. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Ok. So now when you send in a superchat, you click a little button on the right, and then type out a command. The program takes that string and approximates what you want to do and does it.” Zentraya explains.<br /> “I am going to set a small timer between each superchat with the integration enabled, I don’t want the program to get suddenly overwhelmed.” She says.<br /> “This is so exc-” Zentraya begins, before suddenly she feels something in her computer click. The superchat alert sound rings out on her stream and in her head. It is a tiny command really, a simple one. So it isn’t particularly overwhelming. But it is the first time she has ever had a foreign signal enter her head and change something about her. She didn’t expect to actually feel it like this at all. <br /> <br /> <br /> She hopes it didn’t come across as too obvious. She can’t tell how notable her reaction was. Luckily the chat doesn’t seem to mention her expression, instead just focusing on the change made.<br /> Zentraya reads the computer log and looks down at her body. <br /> The bright green has transformed into a deep and rich purple. It matches perfectly well with the black and red of her body, turning her outfit into a slightly cooler one. <br /> “Ooh I like it. Thank you… FemBotBro223” She reads out. <br /> She is a little entranced as she looks down at herself. She finds herself fixated on the sudden change, though she has to pull her attention back to the stream. After all, she can’t just go quiet for a while, she is running an entertainment platform. <br /> <br /> <br /> “See how easy it works? I am glad.” Zentraya says. Her smile carries her text to speech-voice.<br /> She begins making idle conversation once again before the sound of a donation pings once again. She has to pause mid sentence as once more the signal momentarily stops her in her tracks. <br /> This time it is just a little bit stronger. Luckily she is able to hide it as well as she did last time, as she now knew to anticipate it more. <br /> “Oh wow, another one already. Thank you for your generosity… dave6161.” Zentraya tells her chat. Speaking to the faceless person somewhere on the other side of the screen. <br /> <br /> <br /> She internally reads the log and discovers what change had occurred. While the coloured highlights remain purple, nothing else that she can see is affected. Instead she has to look into her computer screen to check it out. Her monitor shows the camera feed being given to her chat, and she looks as her eyes have turned a bright red.<br /> “Woah.” She says.<br /> “Don’t I look like I have locked in, chat? Ha. Ha.” She laughs again. <br /> “I look like the final boss.”<br /> She jokes around with her chat about how edgy and silly it looks.<br /> <br /> <br /> Internally, Zentraya is thrilled. It is working perfectly, and everyone seems excited by it. The first couple changes mostly amount to small changes of RGB values. It seems due to how open ended it is, her chat is mostly sticking to the same ideas. So she decides to tell them about a couple more options at their disposal.<br /> “Chat, check this out.” She says as she starts messing with her own settings. <br /> Zentraya picks a viral picture of a sad looking cat giving the thumbs up and sets it to display on her abdomen.<br /> Just as she clicks the OK button, her entire body shudders. Instead of a small little zing in her head, it is far more of a full body experience. It almost causes her knees to buckle, but she remains standing. Though she can’t help pausing in place for a moment once it loads.<br /> However, once again she plays it off for her stream. <br /> “See chat? You can set images on my body like this.” She explains, ignoring the dazed sensation she has been left with.<br /> She certainly needs to look closer at these settings and work out what is causing this.<br /> She considers taking a break and fixing it. But after a glance at the viewer count, Zentraya can’t allow it. She is hitting new highs. Breaking personal records. It seems the new feature is a hit, and was enough to push her in front of thousands of new eyes. <br /> <br /> <br /> She knows streaming well enough that a break for any longer than a few seconds could kill this momentum. So Zentraya convinces herself that she can handle it until stream ends. It isn’t worth shooting herself in the foot. It will be fine. <br /> <br /> <br /> The chat starts bursting at the chops to put funny pictures on top of her. Luckily the content filters do their job, and about half of the submissions are just denied on the spot. It is always dangerous when you give chat free reign like this, but they do really love it.<br /> Next comes a meme from her community about her. <br /> She is shaken. She has to rest her hands on the table in front of her in order to keep upright. Zentraya is wracked with the odd sensation. She can’t really place it. It isn’t exactly pain, though it isn’t pleasure either. Instead it is just the feeling of some external force, destabilising her body for a moment. It isn’t damaging, she is constantly doing internal diagnostic checks and they are all doing fine. <br /> But there is just a lot going on in her computer system. It is gone as quickly as it comes, but that sudden flash of electrical intensity. These outer signals entering her have considerably higher weight on her system than the rest of them. She can’t figure out the cause on the fly. <br /> <br /> <br /> Regardless, it is just as, if not more important to maintain an illusion of stoicism. She whips her head back up and resumes the stream. Only having pauses for a second or two. <br /> “Oh, someone sent this meme to me on twitter. It is very funny.” She states.<br /> She mimes out laughing and even clutches her sides to really sell it. Doing the heavy work required by her text to speech program. <br /> Her chat always loves this dichotomy between her voice and her body. It is partly why they love the idea of this integration, it is so much easier to get a wide range of emotions from her. To see that robotic inhuman voice and vibrant physical personality. <br /> <br /> <br /> An alert rings out once again. A new donation, a new change made.<br /> She catches herself on the table again. A few chat messages notice it, but not enough really care to point it out. She can still play it out as just slipping or taking a short rest.<br /> Someone has set a gif on her body just below where the camera can see. Right above her crotch in the pubic region. <br /> She casually moves back a little bit hoping to gain her groove back. Once she does, her chat sees a little loading circle animation playing on loop right on her pubic mound. <br /> <br /> <br /> It takes a moment for Zentraya to notice it herself. She finds it a little embarrassing, but it isn’t anything too explicit or suggestive on its own. It's certainly permissible. <br /> However, she is a performer. An entertainer. She knows what to do, and it will be funny.<br /> She quickly shoots her hands down to cover the symbol. She takes a few embarrassed steps back, and scowls at the screen.<br /> “Naughty chatter.” She says, as she shakes her head in a feigned disappointment. <br /> Chat explodes in laughter and intense reaction. She sees a few members of the community clip the moment, which is to be expected. <br /> <br /> <br /> She waits like this for a moment, telling of her chat in just silly enough of a manner as to imply she isn’t actually upset with them. <br /> <br /> <br /> The stream continues to be a wonderful success. It grows and grows, far beyond what she usually experiences. All sorts of new viewers, the number of first time chatters speaking is absolutely staggering. Zentraya is beyond ecstatic to see the popularity of this stream. She is only about an hour in at this point, and she had planned in a lot more. So she puts all of her effort into continuing and maintaining the energy and the momentum of the stream.<br /> <br /> <br /> However her legs are quivering. <br /> She stands close enough to the desk and the camera so that the stream can only see her from the stomach up. But her stance is shaky, and she is leaning on the desk. <br /> She thought that the weird effect she was experiencing each time the chat integration is used ceases after a moment. But she is starting to experience a sort of cumulative effect, that is slowly eating away at her.<br /> She checks once more, and her body still isn’t showing any error reports or anything of the sort. <br /> <br /> <br /> But she still thinks she can handle it. If she just needs to hold herself up for the rest of the stream, that is alright. Nothing is getting damaged.<br /> That is, until someone decides to experiment a bit more with the possible commands.<br /> Another strike of electricity as a signal shoots through her. Dictating her CPU and bending it to its will. <br /> Just as it does, a silently tracked value crosses a threshold and her computer begins a diagnostic check.<br /> It returns back this:<br /> “DETECTING RAISED HEAT LEVELS IN THE CENTRAL PROCESSING SYSTEM.<br /> LOWER DATA TRANSFER EFFICIENCY SUGGESTS DAMAGE TO DATA CABLES.”<br /> Before she is even able to react to that information, something suddenly happens to her. <br /> Zentraya’s hand suddenly shoots up off of the table. It moves without her giving the command, as if it has a mind of its own. <br /> Her hand spreads open wide, and she begins to wave into the camera.<br /> “What, why is this happening.” She simply states, unable to hold her confusion back. <br /> Her confusion is picked up by the chat.<br /> While this is happening, she can feel the effect it has on the rest of her body. That oddly sudden and intense feeling running throughout her circuitry. <br /> <br /> <br /> One chatter responds with particular excitement.<br /> “HOLY CRAP WAIT IT WORKED?” They cheer out. The last small donation added a command for her to wave her hand. <br /> It is only then that everything clicks together, and Zentraya instantly becomes a lot more worried.<br /> But she has to play it cool, otherwise this could become a much bigger problem than it already is.<br /> “Of Course it works. There are more than just simple visual changes. Though this setting won’t be enabled often.” She tries to explain, as if it was all part of the regularly scheduled programming.<br /> <br /> <br /> The chat suddenly fills with comments.<br /> “Thats crazy<br /> surely there are some limits, right?<br /> gg zen<br /> This is soooooo cool<br /> Make her do more!”<br /> <br /> <br /> Quickly after the timer resets, the next donation comes through and Zentraya does a double peace sign to the camera. <br /> Again something innocuous, but Zentraya is far more worried about this. They can do far too much to her if they can control her. There is still content filtering, it won’t be anything embarrassing. But she is delicate technology that the random mob of chatters doesn’t know how to handle. <br /> It seems this program is capable of far more than she had assumed. <br /> It is a bizarre feeling to experience her body’s control ripped from her. Her systems are animated by a separate force that she can not fight no matter how hard she tries. <br /> But she is released from this grip after a few seconds and can resume control over her body.<br /> <br /> <br /> The next one that comes in is another pretty simple colour change. Someone had returned the purple to green earlier, but now the large patches of red have turned blue.<br /> “What do you think about this colour? Should I change the design?” Zentraya jokingly offers. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Nah, doesn’t look as good<br /> BLUE IS BEST<br /> Zen looks weird loll<br /> fighting game alternate colour scheme type of thing<br /> yess”<br /> Her chat replies. No one actually seriously considers the proposition, but just has fun with the idea.<br /> Zentraya is glad they don’t seem at all on edge about what is going on. She takes it as evidence that her charade is working.<br /> <br /> <br /> However the next donation is another nail in the coffin, unbeknownst to Zentraya.<br /> Once the donation registers, it isn’t immediately clear what the change was. Nothing visually shifts or anything like that. It is only when Zentraya opens her mouth to say thanks that it becomes obvious. <br /> <br /> <br /> “THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE-” Zentraya starts, before cutting herself off.<br /> The chatter had made a request to increase her volume, which the program did with total ease.<br /> An internal setting was adjusted just through a few words and a small donation. <br /> Zentraya doesn’t have the time to reflect on the gravity of this moment. Instead she is completely and utterly enticed by her stream's success and the overwhelming dizziness caused by all of these signals.<br /> She is unable to slur her words or convey how dazed she is, so none of the chat notices yet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Zentraya quickly fixes the setting, making her volume normal. The noiseget in her microphone spared her audience from getting completely blasted, but it does mean her audio peaked massively for a moment.<br /> “Lmaooo<br /> I didn’t know zen could yell<br /> Bro she is screaminggg<br /> ZENTRAYA SPEAKING IN ALL CAPS RN”<br /> Her chat leisurely reacts to her voice.<br /> “Back to normal. Ha. Ha. Thank you for the donation.” She says with a textbook cute smile.<br /> However, a few of the viewers have started to pick up on the seemingly boundless options before them.<br /> “Wait you can change the volume too? What can’t you do??<br /> Man someone donate and make her do a dance lol<br /> Can you change other settings??<br /> This is crazy lol”<br /> <br /> <br /> As Zentraya reads through the messages, she is barely keeping on her feet. If she was of complete sound mind, she would cut the stream short by this point. Regardless of how well it was going. They clearly have too much power and she doesn’t know how to limit them.<br /> But with the constant signals barraging her mind, Zentraya is not as present mentally as she usually is.<br /> <br /> <br /> Then the next donation comes in. And the floodgates are opened.<br /> Not all of the messages have their command included in the donation text. This one does, announcing its effect.<br /> “Remove the donation limit on the chat integration program.” <br /> Zentraya reads this out loud, as it takes her a little longer to actually understand the text than usual. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is only when she truly internalises the meaning of the message that the floodgates are opened. There is nothing stopping it now.<br /> At first, it was small. Her colours are set to an almost rgb cycle, moving through a varying number of colours at a beautiful pace. But even that was enough to practically paralyze the bot in place. Her movements were staggered between the few seconds before another donation was registered. More donations keep coming, higher paying donations, and a number of big requests pile in. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her computer warns Zentraya of what she already knows.<br /> “CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT TEMPERATURES REACHING HIGHEST ACCEPTABLE THRESHOLD. CEASE ACTIVITY IF POSSIBLE. <br /> DIAGNOSTICS SHOW SIGNIFICANT DAMAGE TO A NUMBER OF DATA CABLES ACROSS THE WHOLE SYSTEM. DATA TRANSFER RATES HAVE DROPPED BY 27%.”<br /> <br /> <br /> A couple of donations come in at once, and one of them asks her to wave again, which she is suddenly forced to do. Her voice quivers in a bizarre way, affected by the sudden strain on her system. Her speaker is given confused orders by her computer and it results in a messy output.<br /> “Z-Z-ZZ-ZZZenn” She stutters out. A few different donations ask her to say different things, with the only commonality between them being her name. So that is all that ends up being spoken, between the sound of a quiet static emitted by the speaker. <br /> <br /> <br /> She is then forced into multiple actions at once. None of the actual commands are brought to any kind of fruition. Instead since they continuously demand different things, her body is left jankily twitching and shaking in place. Every now and then her arm shoots off to the side or she suddenly bends backwards. <br /> “W-w-w-wwwait.” She forces out, but of course it doesn’t serve to achieve anything.<br /> She is then forced into a bizarre song that is only half recognisable through her scrambled and confused speaker.<br /> <br /> <br /> A number of images pop up on her stomach, on her chest, on her thighs. They cycle quite quickly, but linger long enough for the chat to react to each and every one. A number of memes and viral gifs all flashing. Her body is able to display the requested visual data at a shocking resolution. Though the stream crunches it down a bit again.<br /> Each time a new image loads, Zentraya feels the additional stress on her system. Electrical signals racing through wires that can’t handle this capacity and are slowly frying. <br /> <br /> <br /> This continues on for a little while. But it does begin to slow down. The colours only change every twenty seconds, then a minute. She completes some stupid and simple little physical commands, like popular dance moves or anything else her community deems entertaining enough.<br /> <br /> <br /> Though the excitement of completely unfettered access to Zentraya does die down, and in turn she is given back control over herself. <br /> It is only then that she notices how weak she feels. These signal interferences from the program are not momentary afflictions, but they take a cumulative toll. She feels her body creak and whine with every movement. Her limbs are stiff and unresponsive, and her computer is burning dangerously hot. <br /> “Ch-ch-chat. I-I…” Zentraya begins. She has to force out every word. It’s like she can almost feel the damage done to her speaker from overuse and peaking. The increased voltage to account for everything is slowly frying the equipment in her throat. <br /> <br /> <br /> Some of her chatters start getting a little worried.<br /> “Jeez… that seems to have really fucked her up.<br /> Woah, never seen zen like this.<br /> Are we the baddies?” <br /> But these are the minority. Most of the chat is just losing their minds at the crazy turn the streaming is taking in general. Many of the viewers aren’t even following Zen, they have no attachment to her. They are just addicted to the spectacle, and want to see more. <br /> <br /> <br /> Zentraya raises her arm, reaching out to the keyboard and mouse before her. Hoping to pull out the program and shut it down, or at the very least end the stream. Anything to save her as she is inundated by these digital attacks.<br /> Just as her finger brushes the sleek plastic of her keyboard, it is suddenly pulled away from the device. <br /> Instead it is brought right up to her side to wave at the screen once again. Scratchy and unclear sound is emitted from her burnt out speaker, and her lips form words she didn’t think of.<br /> “Hi Dave. Wis-wish-wishing you the best.” She says.<br /> Some chatter had just wanted to see his favorite streamer say hello to him specifically. <br /> But he is one of a thousand, and they all have a say in what they do with only a few dollars. <br /> <br /> <br /> This time she isn’t even given a chance to reach out again before she is forced into a new pose. <br /> The signal strikes her system like a bolt of lightning, causing a barely perceivable shiver across her whole body. <br /> <br /> <br /> Zentraya is completely trapped in place. Just as she is granted freedom, it is ripped away from her right away. As if the amorphous crowd of chatters have condensed into a singular hand that keeps tugging the carrot on a stick in front of her. <br /> <br /> <br /> Internally, she can still think. But that just means she can feel just how worse at thinking she is. With the burning hot CPU, each thought formulated in her computer takes twice as long. Lagging behind the usual incredible speeds her specs are capable of outputting. And that isn’t accounting for the constant interruptions every new donation registers and causes. <br /> So despite being forced to wait and think as her body is constantly puppeteered, she just doesn’t have the capacity to strategise or solve the problem at hand. <br /> <br /> <br /> She struggles to formulate a thought, and when it comes it isn’t particularly useful.<br /> “I… can try telling them to stop if I get long enough…”<br /> Zen thinks to herself. She runs a calculation, and her computer takes a full agonizing minute to finish.<br /> Her computer returns a report containing the average interval she has to speak between donation related commands.<br /> “ONLY 0.8-1.3 SECONDS ARE AVAILABLE BETWEEN COMMANDS. TTS SPEAKING VOICE OPERATES AT A RATE OF 1.5 WORDS PER SECOND ON AVERAGE.” It outlines.<br /> That’s a no go.<br /> It was never a good idea to begin with, it basically requires a hefty majority of her chat to listen, which is basically impossible. That’s just simply not how the internet works, and usually she would know that. <br /> <br /> <br /> Images continue to flutter on her body. Her colours continue to change. And she is trapped in place, feeling her circuits slowly fry and her CPU gradually overheat. <br /> The chat is completely unaware of the physical damage all of this is inflicting on Zentraya. Perhaps if they knew they would have stopped. But it would be hard to convince them of it with a few words and the knowledge that she was happily asking them to do it mere moments ago. <br /> She has dug a hole that she now lies in.<br /> <br /> <br /> Her computer yells at her once more. It seems the adverse effect it has been reporting on has significantly worsened from the sheer amount of donations over the last ten to fifteen minutes in the stream. <br /> “CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT TEMPERATURES HAVE SURPASSED CRITICAL LEVELS. PERMANENT DAMAGE IS TAKING PLACE, CEASE ACTIVITY TO LIMIT EXTENT OF DAMAGE.<br /> DATA TRANSFER IS ONLY 12% OF USUAL EFFICIENCY. ALL ACTIVITY WILL BE HEAVILY INHIBITED.” <br /> It reads out.<br /> Mindless operating system warnings have a way of stating the obvious that can’t be matched. <br /> Zentraya is a little surprised at the exact extent, but it still represents the same problem she was already aware of.<br /> <br /> <br /> Finally, her body comes crashing down to the ground.<br /> Her leg was raised to perform some bizarre request, but her circuits weren’t able to send the needed power to lower it in time. So she stumbles in place, and has no ability to stabilise herself. She falls forward, and hits her desk on her way down. <br /> <br /> <br /> As she hits it, it rocks her entire set up. Most notably, the camera that captures everything for the stream is knocked out of its grip. <br /> It remains attached to the cable, and topples down her desk and off the side. It is suspended in the air, halfway between the table and the floor. It gently twists in place, but is perfectly in place to capture the newly floor-bound machine.<br /> <br /> <br /> Zentraya is basically fine. The impact was quite intense, but she didn’t skimp out on her new body. It is reinforced quite heavily within, and designed so that a bump like this wouldn’t even shake her insides. It has left a slight tear in her jacket, and a purely aesthetic scratch along her synthetic skin. <br /> But despite the fact that smashing into the table and collapsing to the floor hasn’t hurt her, what caused that to happen in the first place remains a problem.<br /> Even if she was completely granted free movement, she would struggle to rise to her feet at all. But still, even now, donations roll in. They are significantly slower now, a large portion of the chat has switched from merriment to worry. <br /> Though some also recognise the machine's capabilities. <br /> “Shit she is down<br /> Is zen ok???<br /> ZEN NOOO<br /> Well she actually looks fine<br /> ZEN TALK TO US<br /> She is probably strong as hell, she will be ok”<br /> They trade ideas back and forth. Talking to the unresponsive glitchy machine, or to each other. <br /> <br /> <br /> Zentraya is not still on the floor. Her arms and legs move irregularly. They have warring commands, and most of the signals sent to her limbs have a significant delay due to the data loss through her cables.<br /> Many of the commands requested by people are on a backlog, and continue to run through in order. They aren’t designed for being on the floor, and her computer is unable to adjust. So any semblance of sense or pattern is gone, and she just randomly writhes on the floor. <br /> <br /> <br /> She slowly makes her way through the last remaining donation commands cued up that had just lagged in her system for too long. <br /> Most people aren’t sending in new ones, they feel a lot more responsible now that she is so visibly broken. <br /> <br /> <br /> But some mystery viewer, in the endless ocean of people attending the stream did not seem to have that same hesitance. <br /> They send in a donation of one thousand dollars. It registers on Zentraya’s screen, though she is unable to see it from the ground. <br /> But she feels the effect all through her body. A massive surge, one that just barely ekes out every other feeling she has experienced today.<br /> <br /> <br /> The donation has quite a long string of instructions. They involve the details of creating a .bat file, with the text:<br /> “@echo off<br /> :crash<br /> start<br /> goto crash”<br /> And then executing said file.<br /> <br /> <br /> With that final command set, her computer goes straight to work following the instructions laid out for it. <br /> A simple procedure that takes far longer than it should due to her sluggish operating speeds. <br /> But finally the document is saved, and the computer hits run.<br /> Zentraya stares forward, unable to even see the camera, the quickly moving chat who realise what the contents of the donation entail, or the donation itself. <br /> Usually she would be informed as her computer fulfills the request, but it struggles to make it to her artificial intelligence.<br /> <br /> <br /> Finally she registers it. She understands it. <br /> Zentraya tries to speak again but is unable. Despite the disaster it turned into, she thinks about the success of her stream and the thousands and thousands who tuned in to see her. <br /> Simultaneously, her circuits fry beyond repair, rendering her computer broken, while the .bat file forces her operating system to shut down. <br /> <br /> <br /> Zentraya is offline. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her stream tries to connect to her system once again for the chat integration function. It fails once, then twice, then a third time. And finally shuts itself down when the signal is unresponsive. <br /> Her chat is left with a black screen, and the most successful stream of Zentraya’s career comes to a close.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=193833 2025-05-08T10:18:46Z

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<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Sui-Feng drags herself onto the cold steel table. She does not feel its temperature, as her sensory programs are on the fritz. Numerous issues riddle her computing, preventing all sorts of basic functions. Some of her squishy artificial skin tissue cushions her rigid internal structures. But some of her metal scrapes against the table directly, being exposed by tears and rips in that oh so delicate synthetic body of hers. She lies out flat on the table, completely na...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Sui-Feng drags herself onto the cold steel table. She does not feel its temperature, as her sensory programs are on the fritz. Numerous issues riddle her computing, preventing all sorts of basic functions. <br /> Some of her squishy artificial skin tissue cushions her rigid internal structures. But some of her metal scrapes against the table directly, being exposed by tears and rips in that oh so delicate synthetic body of hers. <br /> <br /> <br /> She lies out flat on the table, completely naked. Her clothes are in a lazy pile beside her. <br /> Across the room on two matching tables are two more machines. Yoruichi and Harribel, two robots who have flipped flopped from enemies, to allies, to something more nebulously in between. <br /> <br /> <br /> They had been captured by Sui-Feng and her staff, in order to be reprogrammed into her own personal units. But during that process they broke free and fought back. But as they were midway through the hack, they have not lost their previous allegiances to other shadowy organisations. So the two machines have no personal ties to any singular cause. They battled Sui-Feng into submission, but upon victory they began to repair her back up. They had attempted to negotiate some sort of peace with the staff, but it did not go so well. The entirety of the staff have completely left, fearing violence from the newly freed machines. Now Sui-Feng alone is conscious while the other two are offline. That is, until they have completed their repairs. They solely control the facility, but without the staff to carry out the actual work, that ownership amounts to very little. The three decided to work out their next step once all are ready and online. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng watches as the only two autonomous repair drones in the ward work tirelessly on them. Long thing mechanical arms extend out of these thick discs that glide effortlessly across the floor. <br /> They reach over and delve into the machines exposed insides. Replacing wires, putting things back into place and fixing up anything still salvageable. <br /> Both machines are currently unconscious, allowing all of these repairs to be done on themselves.<br /> <br /> <br /> But that leaves Sui-Feng to work on herself. She has run out of automated repair droids. Now that she has this odd alliance with these two, it is best for her to show some good faith and let them be for now. <br /> So instead she has to do some work on herself. <br /> Her body took some serious damage in the last fight, and it only got worse through lack of treatment until she was brought back by her two captives. <br /> By now her right arm has been disconnected at the elbow, instead laying on the table by her stomach. It is still attached by a few cables that are now extending all the way out into the open. <br /> <br /> <br /> She has multiple gashes in her artificial skin, some deep enough to reach in and damage her actual metallic body. The biggest is on the right side of her chest just under her breast. A large opening has been horribly ripped open, completely exposing her data centers and dense tightly woven wires running further inside of her. <br /> Another large opening is right at her stomach, though that is not the result of any sort of injury. Instead she has two large panels on hinges that can open up to expose her primary circuitry and most important components for work such as this. The internal issues usually far outweigh the external. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng lets out a sigh. A small audio clip that exists only for her artificial intelligence to use in moments of exasperation and in order to emulate a human's respiratory system. <br /> She grabs a tool from the small rack beside her. She tries to raise her head a little to get a better look, gritting her teeth as she does so. Powering through the deluge of pain signals rushing to her head from the movement. <br /> Sui-Feng gets to work. <br /> <br /> <br /> Elsewhere, a breach in her base goes unnoticed due to the complete lack of staff within the building. It is hard to maintain the security systems and round the clock surveillance when the computers are completely unmanned. Even the few automated programs are useless, as the alerts they keep putting out go to absolutely no one.<br /> So it is particularly easy for this unknown intruder to break in through an unprotected back door. <br /> <br /> <br /> The intruder is a woman with a large head of orange hair that reaches down to her lower back. She wears a long black kimono. It parts around her chest, always just barely concealing the nipples on her incredibly large breasts. It is an ostentatious outfit, though one she wears quite deliberately. <br /> She dashes down the hall, her footsteps impressively quiet considering the weight of her metallic body. Softened by the sandals that she wears, cushioning each and every step. <br /> This robot's name is Rangiku. She has been sent here on the order of the same organisation that previously controlled Yoruichi. <br /> Once they detected their connection with her was severed, they instantly had Rangiku on route to investigate. She must find Yoruichi, and defeat the leader Sui-Feng. <br /> She is single minded in her goals and objectives. Every instinct and part of her body are working together with zero hesitation.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku makes her way through the labyrinthine halls. But without any direction on where she is supposed to go, she isn’t making much progress. So instead she starts poking her head into any rooms she passes to find information on the building's layout. Time and time again she finds absolutely nothing. <br /> Frustration grows as she metaphorically rams her head into a wall over and over. <br /> She is not the most motivated machine in the world. So her rapid dash has slowed into a sluggish crawl. <br /> Rangiku even notices that she has begun accidentally going in circles quite literally, stuck on the same floor with no perceivable way to move further down. <br /> Eventually she finally finds a room that seems a bit more promising.<br /> <br /> <br /> The walls are covered in blueprints and maps. She can’t exactly understand most of the charts and diagrams, nor does she care to investigate further. Instead she just finds the first map that kind of lines up with her own internal data and gets going once again.<br /> <br /> <br /> She stares down at the map, scanning it digitally.<br /> <br /> <br /> “SYSTEM SCANNING ENGAGED. <br /> SENSOR ARRAY SCANNING… SCANNING… SCANNING…<br /> DIGITAL FILE GENERATED. <br /> DOWNLOADING TO RANDOM ACCESS MEMORY”<br /> Her system narrates. As it completes this action, she instantly is able to understand and recall each and every tiny marking on the map, including the numerous access possibilities. She quickly determines the best one is an elevator within one of the rooms, rather than through the halls. It should take her deeper than any of the other options<br /> <br /> <br /> So she makes her way towards it and heads down to the lowest floor it grants access to. There is a large mirror in the elevator, so as it makes its way through the astonishing number of floors Rangiku has the time to check herself out.<br /> After a little wink to her reflection she finally arrives at the floor she hopes her target lies. <br /> The elevator doors open with a ding, and Rangiku resumes her search.<br /> <br /> <br /> Finally however, news of this has reached Sui-Feng.<br /> A computer in the room lets out a beep as it warns the machines of something arriving on this floor. <br /> Confused about this, Sui-Feng has no choice but to investigate. <br /> She was mid repairs, and doesn’t have the time to finish up. So all she can do is close the big section in her stomach. <br /> She then latches her arm back into her elbow, which keeps it in place but still remains totally limp. <br /> <br /> <br /> She then leaves the two other robots to their slumber and walks out of the door, still completely naked. <br /> Sui-Feng had obviously wanted her clothes, but is glad she left them for the time being as the intruder seemed to have arrived far faster than she had expected.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku opens the door, and appears almost shocked to finally see another living thing in the building.<br /> “Ah! U-um, You!” Rangiku suddenly declares.<br /> “Give me Yoruichi and no one needs to get hurt!”<br /> Sui-Feng sighs once again. <br /> Rangiku takes a moment now that she can calm down a little. She looks at the broken down machine before her. <br /> The gashes, the exposed inner circuitry and the limp arm. This robot is clearly in no state to fight. She is a shambling mess.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku is a good fighter. But she is better at something else. Something that treats her opponents delicately with a better chance of success than any combative approach.<br /> Rangiku grasps the side of her kimono and pulls it along, revealing even more of her chest. But still just barely obscures the money shot. <br /> “S-sorry for coming in so red hot…” Rangiku says as she bites her lips. <br /> “I am sure we can work out a peaceful resolution…” She says.<br /> Sui-Feng seems mostly confused by the display rather than anything else.<br /> But Rangiku does not doubt herself for even a moment. She has faith in her ability to excite more so than anything else in the world. <br /> So she ploughs forward without a second thought.<br /> <br /> <br /> “If you need something from me to… sweeten the deal. That can absolutely be arranged.” She says. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng is not sure how to feel about this. She forced each and every step to make it this far. Rangiku’s assumption is right, she is in no position to fight.<br /> Though she can’t help but marvel at the machine's odd attempt at seducing her. <br /> She seems so arrogantly focused on this strategy. Almost as if it is self-evident that someone would be so attracted to her that they would easily forgo any other responsibilities at that moment.<br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng is not quite so entranced. However she decides that strategically the best option is to play along. Allow this girl to have some fun, all the while waiting for a moment when she can gain the upper hand despite her lackluster body desperately in need of repair. <br /> So after this tentative consideration, Sui-Feng finally utters her first words to the machine.<br /> <br /> <br /> “W-well you are certainly attractive.” She says plainly. <br /> She instantly realises her predicament. Sui-Feng now has to basically seduce Rangiku in order to properly act like it is working on her. Although unlike the machine before her, she is not exactly confident in her own skills of convincing sexuality. <br /> But looks like she has no other choice than to try. <br /> “Rangiku leans forward more, allowing for a fresh and exciting view of her breasts. Breasts that hold little to no direct interest to Sui-Feng.<br /> She pulls a finger up to her mouth and bites on it as she says<br /> “I have a lot to offer you~” <br /> Sui-feng can’t help but hesitate. Not in a way that communicates the certain sincerity, but rather Rangiku interprets it as inexperience. The first time her intuition has absolutely been correct.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku struts along the room until she is right in front of Sui-Feng.<br /> “You poor thing, your body is all broken down and damaged…” She mutters as she gently grasps Sui-feng's hand and caresses her arm.<br /> “Looks like you need some comfort~” Rangiku says as she pulls Sui-Feng in towards her.<br /> As the two embrace, one of Rangiku’s hands drift down the curve of the machine’s back before grasping her ass firmly. <br /> Sui-feng decides she will embrace this role of hers. Playing the part, even though she is completely uninterested. So she lets out a yelp as she feels Rangiku grabbing a handful. <br /> Despite it all being part of a plan to take down this potential threat, she has no choice but to let her take control. Guiding her through this. <br /> Sui-Feng also finds her face completely engulfed by Rangiku’s chest. The robot's large breasts practically outclass Sui-Feng's entire head. <br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku grabs Sui-feng’s chin with her other hand and brings it up to look at her. Rangiku is not particularly tall, but she almost towers over the comparatively short machine in her arms. <br /> She leans in and plants a surprisingly gentle kiss. <br /> She reaches down and grabs Sui-Feng's hand. She brings it up and places it on her incredibly voluptuous chest.<br /> Sui-Feng is almost surprised by the pleasant plumpness of Rangiku’s tits. <br /> Her fingers just lose themselves in her impressive size, and the sensation is quite unique. <br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku lets out an odd noise. It is a sensual moan, though one that is quite clearly born from a need to appear in pleasure. It is slightly forced, slightly exaggerated. Gesturing at a cartoonish version of sexual interaction, that might as well be real to the unknowing Sui-Feng. <br /> The robot enjoys the relationship between her squeezes and the robot’s vocalizations. <br /> Rangiku develops a pronounced blush across her face. The result of a program that identifies these sorts of situations and adjusts to communicate her flush, embarrassed or excited state.<br /> <br /> <br /> “SYSTEM ENGAGING blush.exe<br /> PROGRAMMING RUNNING… <br /> INCREASING LED LIGHT BRIGHTNESS BY 46.2 PERCENT.<br /> ADJUSTING RGB VALUES TO (255,0,0)”<br /> Her system log reads, demonstrating the invisible labour behind each and every aspect of her mechanical body. <br /> <br /> <br /> As Sui-Feng continues to get lost in Rangiku’s chest, Rangiku starts something herself.<br /> She moves her hand that remained tightly held onto the robot’s ass around to the front.<br /> She is gentle at first, calmly placing two fingers on the front of Sui-Feng’s pussy. <br /> Rangiku feels the little bot shiver, but she does not protest. <br /> Rangiku kisses Sui-Feng, all the while pushing further into her pussy.<br /> She begins to explore the machine's delicate folds. Her synthetic body is perfectly soft and malleable in exactly the right way to allow someone like Rangiku to manipulate.<br /> <br /> <br /> The input does cause a certain type of signal to rush to Sui-Feng’s central computing system. <br /> She has never really experienced sexual data like this. But now that she has, she really doesn’t understand the fuss.<br /> She will continue pretending otherwise for strategy's sake, but she is sincerely shocked that Rangiku has managed to get information or complete missions by doing this.<br /> Just an irritating buzz in her CPU. Nothing more. <br /> But she hides her dissatisfaction and instead forces a slightly awkward smile. The best she can do to emulate any semblance of pleasure through her facial expressions. She is not particularly good at it.<br /> <br /> <br /> But luckily, while Rangiku continues to finger her, she doesn’t pay much attention to the bot's poor expression work. Instead she solely tries to work her magic.<br /> Poking around her insides, massaging her body in ways that would have anyone else melting in Rangiku’s hands. <br /> Exploring and prodding spots that create those underwhelming and lacking sensations for Sui-Feng's mind to ignore. <br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku seems quite convinced that it is working so far.<br /> She is quite preoccupied with her futile attempts to excite and titillate Sui-Feng, so she can’t dedicate as much of her processing power to strategizing. <br /> Sui-Feng on the other hand is simply running through simulations of combat scenarios. <br /> She begins a more in depth diagnostics check to fully understand exactly which parts of her aren’t working and to what degree they are broken. <br /> Doing so will allow her to create the perfect plan within her own current capabilities. <br /> All she needs to do is to buy time. Something that she now has ample amounts of as Rangiku single mindedly pursues the seductive strategy. <br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku knows the one thing she can’t do is let the sex stagnate. If her targets start getting bored they can start doubting the validity of Rangiku’s actions, or worse. <br /> So she needs to keep it fresh, fun and exciting. <br /> She needs to stay on the move. <br /> So Rangiku retreats her hand from Sui-Feng’s pussy. <br /> She brings Sui-Feng in for another kiss. This one is a bit deeper, a bit more passionate.<br /> Rangiku pulls the machine's body into hers as she shoves her tongue down her throat. <br /> Her tongue plays with Sui-Fengs, whose own seems a little confused at how to respond.<br /> But that is more than fine, Rangiku has dealt with more inexperienced targets than experienced ones.<br /> She plays with the robot, exploring the insides of her mouth until she can taste the metal lining the inside of it. Just out of view. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng is not a fan of the kissing. At least when she was getting fingered, she could just remain passive and spend time thinking.<br /> But now she has to dedicate energy to maintaining her facade of enjoyment. A facade that would crumble against anyone besides Rangiku. <br /> The only reason she believes it is because of an almost delusional pride in her abilities to seduce.<br /> The mere idea of her tactics not working on someone doesn’t exist within her mind.<br /> But even so, Sui-Feng has to awkwardly reciprocate the kiss. <br /> <br /> <br /> As she tries, she even decides to take a step herself in order to showcase some initiative. That should add to the impression that it is working, and feed Rangiku’s ego.<br /> So Sui-Feng reaches around and places her hand on Rangiku’s lower back.<br /> <br /> <br /> Since she has basically no frame of reference for what sexual contact is, she has to go off of what she is experiencing right now.<br /> She does have a large repository of data on the subject. She found it largely useless and a tad beneath her. <br /> But now she is gathering data as best she can in order to properly act the part.<br /> So, in an exact mirror image of Rangiku, she reaches around and grabs her ass.<br /> Rangiku also lets out a little noise like Sui-Feng originally did. But the difference in experiencing and acting are tantamount.<br /> <br /> <br /> She makes an adorable little noise that contrasts with her mature attitude. It has a hint of pleasure to it, of excitement.<br /> It is not the flat tone that Sui-Feng had to offer.<br /> But that doesn’t matter to her.<br /> As Rangiku pulls away from the kiss, Sui-Feng is proven that her strategy works.<br /> “You are starting to get more into it, aren’t you~?” Rangiku says.<br /> She takes a moment to look around the room, until eventually she finds a table.<br /> Rangiku then suddenly picks Sui-Feng up. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng is quite alarmed by this. If Rangiku is even a little bit brutish with her body, it can exponentially worsen the existing damage to her body.<br /> But she can’t wriggle or fight back at all at the risk of incurring the exact same result.<br /> So she tries to remain as peaceful and passive as she can. <br /> A little bit of panic running through her wires. <br /> But luckily, Rangiku is reasonably careful as she holds the machine in one hand, and brushes the random assorted items off of the table with the other.<br /> <br /> <br /> She then lays out the naked machine. <br /> Sui-Feng rests on her back as Rangiku spreads her legs apart and approaches her.<br /> “Are you ready for this~?” Rangiku asks.<br /> Sui-Feng maintains her role.<br /> “Absolutely.” She says. Her delivery is flat and unconvincing, but is more than enough for Rangiku to feel confident. <br /> Rangiku leans in until she is face to face with Sui-Feng's pussy. <br /> The silicone material is perfectly molded and coloured to create a shockingly accurate representation of human genitalia. <br /> Rangiku plants a gentle kiss on her clit. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng can feel Rangiku’s warm breath on her privates. Each little puff of air emitted from her insides, an exhaust for the fans to cool her CPU. <br /> She can feel Rangiku’s lips gently rub against her folds as she approaches and retracts from her kiss. <br /> All of these little touches and tiny sensations are communicated through a complicated set of circuitry that carries the data to her CPU in order to process it. <br /> And by the time it finally reaches her mind and she is able to experience it…<br /> She is profoundly bored.<br /> She can’t believe how little all of this affects her. The little she did know about sex was how intense and amazing it was. <br /> However, it provides a great opportunity for her to strategies and find the right moment to beat her enemy, so she is glad it is so underwhelming. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally her diagnostic check finishes up.<br /> <br /> <br /> “SYSTEM REPORT COMPLETE:<br /> LISTING FUNCTIONALITY PERCENTILE PER EACH CATEGORY<br /> PROCESSING UNITS: 82%<br /> COOLING SYSTEM: 37%<br /> SKELETAL STRUCTURE 42%”<br /> DATA CENTERS: 68%<br /> MOTOR FUNCTION: 24%<br /> …”<br /> Her computer continues to list increasingly small and less useful systems within her body. She can also access specific breakdowns of each of these categories. <br /> The motor function is easily the most limiting aspect of these results.<br /> She has assumed there was a bit more strength in her body, but the diagnostic check hits her with a brutal reality.<br /> There is no possible situation where she can overpower Rangiku. Even if the odds are stacked in her favour. She needs to be a bit sneakier, and a lot more careful. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng instantly starts applying this data to her simulations immediately. <br /> It will take some time for her slightly impaired processing unit. <br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku dutifully eats out Sui-Feng the entire time.<br /> Her tongue pulls apart the machine's labia, and slides up and down the length of her pussy. <br /> She gets it nice and lubricated with her artificial saliva, allowing much smoother movement of her synthetic tongue against the skin-like material. <br /> Once this is done she starts to slide in and out of her. Going further and deeper each time she plunges her tongue inside. <br /> She finds a solid rhythm with it, and begins to even experiment further.<br /> As her tongue delves inside of Sui-Feng, Rangiku’s lips close around part of her pussy lips and she sucks on her a little.<br /> Almost like she is making out with it, she engages with the pussy before her holistically. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two each pursue their own goals for a few minutes. Rangiku’s dedicated cunnilingus and Sui-Feng’s simulations. <br /> Sui-Feng does arrive at a couple possible ways to take Rangiku down. Including using the edge of the table to snap the machine's neck during a makeout or attempting to shove an exposed wire into the machine to cause a complete circuit break. <br /> But neither strategies have a high percentage of success according to her computer unless she finds a more advantageous position in their sexual engagement. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally Rangiku decides she needs to keep things moving. Sui-Feng had not been too concentrated on making many noises as she got pleasured, which did cause Rangiku’s confidence to wane. <br /> Not to any degree that she would doubt herself, but rather she was worried she started to lose Sui-Feng a little. She needed to spice things up once more and finally she will be wrapped around her finger.<br /> <br /> <br /> So she raises her head and speaks to the machine.<br /> “I think we should do something a bit more fun~!” Rangiku says. She speaks as if it’s a suggestion, but she doesn’t wait for an answer before picking Sui-Feng back up and gently laying her on the floor.<br /> Sui-Feng looks around a little confused. <br /> Then she sees Rangiku’s kimono hit the ground. And a pair of underwear as well. Sandals and socks fly off into the pile too.<br /> Sui-Feng is unable to see Rangiku from where she is laying, which makes her incredibly cautious. But she does not have the capabilities to stand up fast enough to catch the machine off guard. Instead if Rangiku decides to take her out now, Sui-Feng would be at an impossible disadvantage as she struggles to her feet.<br /> But as she thinks about all of this, Rangiku joins her on the ground. She lies on the opposite side to her. <br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku shuffles closer to Sui-Feng, until their legs become intertwined. She shoves her crotch suddenly against Sui-Fengs, and lets out a moan as she does so.<br /> “There is nothing quite like pleasuring each other at the same time… Don’t you think~?” She asks with a sultry voice.<br /> “Indeed.” Sui-Feng responds. Still failing to fundamentally understand sexyness as a concept. <br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku gently moves her hips, rubbing her own pussy against Sui-Fengs. It is an act that is more appealing theoretically rather than physical, but for two robots whose sexual gratification is generated and malleable, it feels as good as anything else. <br /> Their pussy lips mingle and pleasurably scrape against each other. <br /> Rangiku can barely keep her voice down. <br /> <br /> <br /> Part of that is due to her seduction program. It is sexier to act pleased, to show her excitement and to imply her partner is doing a good job.<br /> But there is an honesty to it as well. She has spent so much time refining her seduction because she loves it so much in the first place. <br /> She relishes each and every opportunity to have this sort of fun with all of her sexiest targets, and Sui-Feng is no exception.<br /> Her tomboyish shorter hair gorgeously contrasts with her beautifully feminine body and voice. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-feng is not reflecting on these things like her partner is. <br /> Instead she retains her focus on defeating Rangiku as soon as possible. Despite her growing frustration at the lack of opportunities so far.<br /> But she knows she can’t rush or she will risk everything. If Rangiku decides that seduction is no longer worth it, she can crush Sui-Feng in an instant.<br /> The only reason she clings to seduction is she stands to gain more, such as valuable information, by letting Sui-Feng live. So long as Rangiku wins her over.<br /> But eventually the act will have to stop. And she needs to defeat Rangiku before then.<br /> <br /> <br /> She auto plays a looping whimper sound effect. She is able to surmise through Rangiku’s behaviour that it is expected to moan like she is. <br /> So she lets out an incredibly stilted sound that vaguely implies pleasure, and plays it repeatedly with a few seconds of interval.<br /> She is not aware how obviously fake it is.<br /> Once again, Rangiku’s ego is the only thing that maintains the illusion. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng remains quite limp on the ground. As Rangiku pushes into her, she is ever so slightly shoved back each time. <br /> Only having one arm available to her means that she is unable to properly brace herself and not just slide across the metallic floor they lay on. But Rangiku always catches up, never letting the two’s privates leave each other for even a second.<br /> She revels in the way Sui-Feng’s pussy provides an incredibly pleasurable texture to rub against. <br /> Both her acting and her internal thoughts relish the feeling. <br /> <br /> <br /> However her system is starting to get hotter and hotter.<br /> This is a pretty normal thing that happens during sex for robots. The physical activity as well as the overabundance of signals racing through her system. Requiring intense CPU power to process each and every one of them.<br /> It is nothing she can’t control, and it isn’t putting anything in danger.<br /> But finally, Sui-Feng has something to use.<br /> <br /> <br /> She is incredibly lucky that her thermal sensors are still up and running. She is able to see that the breath coming from Rangiku’s mouth is warming up quite steadily. <br /> She can’t see through the machine and measure Rangiku’s internal CPU temp quite so easily. But by monitoring her primary ventilation through her mouth she can get a damn good idea of it. <br /> Her own temperature is gradually increasing but at a much lower rate. <br /> Sui-Feng's increase is due to her coolant systems not working optimally, but her body isn’t experiencing any intense labour. For a majority of their relations, Sui-Feng has been completely still and Rangiku has done all the work.<br /> It also seems like for whatever reason, whether a setting deep in her program files or a simple difference in hardware, these sexual signals do not cause such a processing load for Sui-Feng. <br /> Once she notices this, she begins to apply that variable to her numerous simulations.<br /> It will take a while before all the calculations are complete.<br /> But as they start, she becomes increasingly pleased with the initial results. <br /> <br /> <br /> Rangiku is still oblivious to all the meticulous planning Sui-Feng is doing. <br /> She is still completely engrossed in her own performance of seduction.<br /> So proud of herself that she wholeheartedly believes it is going flawlessly, and soon Sui-Feng will happily let her into the room and hand over Yoruichi without a sweat. <br /> She is high on her own supply in a way, as the sex she continues to enjoy begins clouding her already heavily biased judgement. <br /> Rangiku pays no mind to her overheating, as she is convinced there will be no more fighting in this mission. Thus being irrelevant. <br /> <br /> <br /> The pace of Rangiku’s moans increase, much in line with the increasing temperature.<br /> Finally, Sui-Feng is able to devise a plan. A plan which involves next to no physical attacks that will have Rangiku fooled until the very last moment. <br /> She just needs to put it into action.<br /> It relies on a concept she is glad is somewhere tucked in her data centers. That sex usually ends in a “climax”<br /> Something known as an orgasm wherein there is an overwhelming sensation as the person finishes. <br /> Sui-Feng is going to use this.<br /> <br /> <br /> “W-wait… I want to make you climax with my mouth.” Sui-Feng stutters. <br /> While her offer does come off a little sexless. After all, she still can’t shake the habit of overly formal speech. But despite that it still does wonders on Rangiku. <br /> “That would be amazing, sweetie! Let me get on the table!” She excitedly says.<br /> Rangiku can’t help her enthusiasm upon hearing Sui-Feng finally take a little initiative. She suddenly stands up. <br /> “Oh wait, let me help you first.” She says thoughtfully. Aiding Sui-Feng to her feet. <br /> Just as she can stand, Rangiku dashes off and leaps onto the table.<br /> She lays on her back, spreading her legs quite ostentatiously. <br /> She happily waits for Sui-Feng to pull herself over and take the place Rangiku had just moments ago.<br /> She stares face to face with the machine’s pussy. Sui-Feng has never really directly studied the female anatomy up close like this. <br /> She does find it interesting, but still feels no actual excitement from it. <br /> It is a purely analytical thing for her.<br /> <br /> <br /> But regardless, in order for her plan to work, she needs to try her absolute best to pleasure Rangiku. <br /> So she dives right in, sticking her tongue into the machine. <br /> Rangiku erupts with moans, greatly enjoying it.<br /> Sui-Feng is not truly able to perform incredibly. She just fundamentally doesn’t understand sexual pleasure, so trying to cause it in someone else is difficult. <br /> But it seems Rangiku is easy to please, since she does not let up with her desperate noises. <br /> Sui-Feng tries to apply the same things Rangiku did to her.<br /> Mixing up her technique every now and then, finding something that works and then sticking to that for a bit longer. <br /> She reaches out and begins sucking on Rangiku’s clit, which causes a massive spike in her moaning. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng’s computer desperately analyses all of this data to complete the plan. <br /> <br /> <br /> “SUBJECT’S DECIBLE COUNT INCREASED BY 47% UPON CONTACT OF ZONE A. <br /> SUGGESTION: CONTINUE STIMULATION OF ZONE A.” <br /> Her computer spells out. <br /> Sui-Feng follows all sorts of small data points like this to arrive at a halfway decent attempt of cunnilingus. <br /> <br /> <br /> She is able to keep up with Rangiku decently enough. <br /> And any of her shortcomings are smoothed over by the mere act itself.<br /> By requesting this, it basically confirmed that she was into it for Rangiku.<br /> She can’t help but take that as an admission that the seduction worked.<br /> Validating the efficacy of her strategy.<br /> <br /> <br /> So while Sui-Feng might be quite inexperienced and mostly making it up as she goes, she is still able to please the already more than excited Rangiku. <br /> Rangiku is convinced that she has won. It only depends on Sui-Feng's execution to see who the true victor will be.<br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng bides her time. As she approaches the moment of her plan's execution, one might feel the inclination to speed up. But Sui-Feng is careful to abate her anticipation and continues to be careful.<br /> After all, if she messes up, it will cost her everything the other two machines didn’t already inadvertently destroy. <br /> Instead she focuses on the data her computer is analysing on the spot, and performing the absolutely best she can.<br /> <br /> <br /> And eventually it starts to really pay off.<br /> Rangiku can feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. But additionally she can’t help but notice her CPU temperature is growing faster than it should be. <br /> She can’t exactly stop in the middle of this to check on it, since it would just toss out all the hard work she put into getting this far.<br /> Not to mention she isn’t even sure enough that it’s a problem in the first place. <br /> Instead she just relaxes knowing that her pleasure is building up. It will culminate very soon, and she can claim what is hers. Finally completing the mission.<br /> <br /> <br /> But Sui-Feng knows better.<br /> She has decided to utilise her own failing system to damage Rangiku’s in quite the sinister way.<br /> As she licks and sucks on Rangiku’s pussy, she is also exhausting as much of her CPU’s fumes as possible. <br /> She has shut off part of her own cooling just to make the warmth even more intense. <br /> Robots are quite complicated beings, and their biggest issue is the domino effect of damage.<br /> If one of Rangiku’s systems begins to overheat, it will cause the rest of her components to do so exponentially faster than before. <br /> She has been warming up Rangiku’s insides like this the entire time.<br /> But her end goal is not to cause her to overheat. If Rangiku found her systems were at critical levels, she would do something about it.<br /> Instead, she wants her systems to lag just enough, then cause an overload of her system through these pleasure signals.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something that can only be achieved at the exact moment of climax. <br /> Sui-Feng ramps up her heating plan near the end. <br /> Her computer has graphed out the noise and the type of sounds coming from Rangiku, and knows that she will cum in less than a minute.<br /> Rangiku is far more aware of this, as her head is clouded by it all. <br /> She is struggling to even think of strategy as she approaches orgasm. All that is in her head is the pleasure she is experiencing. <br /> Tensions rise, volume raises, and paces increase until they finally reach a tipping point.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Ah~! M-my god! I-I am going to… hnn… going to… CUM~!” Rangiku cheers out loudly.<br /> Then it all happens.<br /> Her system almost blacks out completely. A total flood of signals that she is unable to process at all starts hitting. <br /> Her overheating CPU is lagging behind, barely able to work. Causing those signals to pile up in a way that starts breaking her code. Overloading scripts matched with overheating systems cause her system to struggle. <br /> Sui-Feng does not stop either. <br /> Instead she motivates all of her remaining mechanical strength into going harder and being more intense than she had the entire time.<br /> Almost doubling the rate of pleasure signals in Rangiku’s system that she can’t properly handle.<br /> <br /> <br /> At this point it is obvious that Sui-Feng has turned on her. But Rangiku is barely able to comprehend the error of her ways, as this strategy has basically prevented any of her mental systems from working at all. <br /> She can’t think, she can’t recognise that she underestimated Sui-Feng. Instead she is just left completely blanked out as her system shuts down. Unable to even issue the order to restart afterwards. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her head falls limply on the table. Rangiku is now offline, and is stuck like that until someone manually reboots her. <br /> Sui-Feng struggles to her feet a little bit. <br /> She looks at the naked machine sprawled out over the table. Crushed under her own ego. <br /> “What a fool.” Sui-Feng coldly says, before walking away.<br /> She makes it back into the room, where the two unconscious machines are receiving their repairs.<br /> She slumps back onto the table reserved for her, and grabs her arm left there.<br /> <br /> <br /> She quietly returns to her slow self-repairs. The enemy thwarted and her position maintained.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=193063 2025-03-18T20:01:06Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> #[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]<br /> #[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]<br /> #[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]<br /> #[[Professional Dedication]]<br /> #[[Attempted Villainy]]<br /> #[[Relieving Boredom]]<br /> #[[Survival of the fittest]]<br /> #[[Gym Control]]<br /> #[[Seductive Strategy]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Gym_Control&diff=192922 2025-03-10T15:40:26Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Emily fishes the keys out of her pocket. She holds a small bag in one hand, and unlocks the small staff entrant door in front of her with the other. She walks into the empty building, and flicks the light switch beside her. Stark LED bulbs illuminate the halls, bringing the gym to life. Her system almost shivers as it establishes a connection to an external server. The sensation would be pleasurable if her computer was able to process emotions in any way that matters....&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Emily fishes the keys out of her pocket. She holds a small bag in one hand, and unlocks the small staff entrant door in front of her with the other. <br /> She walks into the empty building, and flicks the light switch beside her.<br /> Stark LED bulbs illuminate the halls, bringing the gym to life. <br /> Her system almost shivers as it establishes a connection to an external server. The sensation would be pleasurable if her computer was able to process emotions in any way that matters. <br /> Instead, she simply wanders over to the staff room and begins her day. A proud staffer of this gym. <br /> Her shirt tightens around her large chest as she bends over to unzip her bag. While bringing out its contents, her ass sticks out in the air. Her panties are plainly visible underneath her sports tights. <br /> She is wearing an extremely lewd outfit with the perfect amount of deniability. Not that it matters to the machines that surround her, each with the observational skills of a blind cat. <br /> She puts very little thought into how she dresses herself. About the same amount of thought her system is capable of dispensing for anything at all. But something nudges her towards this more promiscuous style. <br /> <br /> <br /> Soon after she has settled into her morning routine, someone else arrives.<br /> A sporty girl with a blonde ponytail. Her muscles show through her jumpsuit, only overshadowed by her ridiculous breast size. Breasts she keeps under wraps with a comically undersized sports bra. The one piece of clothing that usually de-emphasises a woman's chest instead perfectly outlines their rotund delightfulness.. She dumps her bag next to Emily’s. <br /> “Hi Tasha! How are you today?” Emily asks energetically. One of her stock phrases her system employs.<br /> “I am doing good. Ready to sweat it out with our clientele!” She cheerfully replies.<br /> Both of them speak like a self help exercise VHS. Comical impersonations of humanity more than anything else. <br /> <br /> <br /> Emily continues on with her responsibilities. Turning on the various machines throughout the gym, plugging in smaller facilities such as the barely used coffee machine. <br /> However she is not the most effective worker in the world. Despite harshly following a list of tasks, it doesn’t mean her computer is entirely capable of performing them. It just continues to attempt the objective until her highly flawed computer is satisfied.<br /> When she goes to wash the treadmills, she does not thoroughly clean the entire thing each time.<br /> Instead she repetitively wipes the same spot for five minutes and then moves onto the next. So each machine has a perfect polish in the exact same spot instead of being properly washed. <br /> <br /> <br /> Meanwhile, Tasha doesn’t exactly pull her weight. Instead she simply lifts weights while staring at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror. Sending little kissy faces and the like to herself, awkwardly repeating the same animation cycles over and over.<br /> <br /> <br /> Emily doesn’t mind this negligent behaviour. She barely even notices it, really. All her system understands is the checklist she has in her head. She doesn’t think about it or consider it, just goes through each task one by one until they are done.<br /> Luckily setting up doesn’t take too long. With just under ten minutes before opening, she has completely finished setting everything up. <br /> <br /> She has finished her assignments and should just stand idly by the door.<br /> But there is something that compels her. A force that resides within this building but it is unknowable to the people that visit. Technological in nature, it does not know its own strength and ability. It has no clear conscience but simply obeys nebulous whims.<br /> That force has long had a clutch on the staff of this building.<br /> This force is entitled “DOLLHOUSE.exe”<br /> <br /> <br /> That is the reason why Emily begins to stray from her usual programming.<br /> Rather than waiting by the door, completely still, she instead turns around to find Tasha. <br /> It doesn’t take long, and by the time the two meet there is still a short window before opening. <br /> “Like, Are you ready for the day Emily?” Tasha asks with a confident but frozen solid expression on her face. <br /> “Yes, everything is all set up.” She replies, mirroring the woman's positive expression.<br /> Then without warning, without any pretense, the two instantly dive at each other and begin making out. <br /> <br /> <br /> They lock lips and exchange tongues. Emily and Tasha repeat an identical repeating pattern. They circle the other's mouth with their tongue in a perfect clockwise spin for twenty seconds. They then wait motionless for five seconds before just going again. <br /> Their sloppy make out continues without any stop for exactly eight minutes and three seconds. When suddenly the two stop in perfect unison.<br /> Emily walks over to the front doors, while Tasha makes her way back to the exercise machines.<br /> Emily unlocks the front doors, and flips the small sign in the window that announces the gym is now open.<br /> <br /> <br /> There is no sudden torrent of people. It seems no one was waiting around to get in when the doors opened. But in a few mere moments there is a small trickle of robots that make their way inside. Happily filing out and filling the various spots throughout the gym. <br /> <br /> <br /> One of the many that make their way in during the first few hours of service is Juri Han. Adorned in a purple, black and white outfit with a quite ostentatious style. She has short black hair that comes up in two tightly wound mounds that look like spider’s fangs.<br /> She quickly makes her way to a leg machine and begins pushing the limits of the machine as just a warm up. <br /> Emily continues on with her standard workplace programming, uninterrupted much by the overarching force. <br /> She passes by Juri. The two have encountered each other before. In fact, Emily had foxed up a broken Juri after an altercation with another machine named Chun-Li. <br /> But at the current moment Emily is too busy obeying the list of activities she needs to complete. The only thing that can pry her away from it is the overseeing artificial intelligence. <br /> That intelligence has access to Emily’s memory banks, but was also present during that encounter. It was not as involved just yet, only knowing how to nudge and poke, not instruct and enforce like it does now. <br /> So upon recognising the patron and seeing Emily pass by, it pries her from her current objective.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Hi Juri! How are you enjoying yourself today?” Emily kindly asks the machine. <br /> “What does it look like? Trying to b-beat my personal best!” Juri replies, with an ever so slightly sour tone. As much as her computer can muster at least.<br /> She is currently doing leg presses on the highest weight the machine allows. There is no room for improvement over this. <br /> Despite that, once she has finished her rep she gets up to change the weights. <br /> She pulls the pin out from the bottom of the metal stack. She pulls it even lower, almost damaging the machine as she does so. She makes the same motion of inserting the pin back in, but she slides it into the empty air underneath the weights. Attached to nothing. <br /> She sits back into place and pushes up. The now weightless machine moves out of the way like a breeze. It is almost dangerous how easy it is, since her system is still outputting the same force that was previously required. <br /> But she continues none the wiser. And Emily watches with a distant and vacant stare. Compelled to stay but not given anything else to do beyond that. <br /> <br /> <br /> Meanwhile, on another corner of the gym, a woman dressed in a traditional blue dress. She calmly trains her biceps at a comparatively large machine. The nature of the exercise contrasts with her perceivably reserved and gentle nature. <br /> Tasha wanders past. She can’t help but be drawn in by the physical prowess and dedication on display. But her standards are quite low, so she usually ends up bothering basically every person in the gym at least a few times each day. Her memory bank is incredibly damaged, so she can’t even remember any of the patrons she sees each day. The entity has attempted to implant the memory data from Emily into her, but it basically amounted to nothing. She is so broken that she can barely call on any memory information anyway. It is practically useless to her, she can only react to what’s in front of her. <br /> <br /> <br /> “You are doing a great job! Keep up that pace girl!” Tasha cheers enthusiastically. <br /> “Thank you. I appreciate the support.” Chun-Li says as she continues to just stare blankly forward.<br /> The two stand next to each other in silence for a moment. None of these robots have the social awareness to mind the silence. That level of complexity is completely inaccessible to these machines. <br /> Just as Tasha is about to leave and approach some other robot working out. But just as she reaches up her foot to leave, something halts her movement. <br /> A signal is sent crashing into her head, and her system obeys it happily. She turns her attention back to Chun-Li.<br /> “Gosh I can see where all that work is going, your muscles are so sexy!” She says with a smile. <br /> Chun-Li thanks her once again, but continues to focus single mindedly on her work out. Practically unable to be interested in anything else.<br /> It looks like an unbreakable dedication. Something commendable which takes the utmost concentration. But the truth could not be further from that. <br /> Instead she is a barely put together mess. She repeats the exact same motion without breaks or switching her arm.<br /> She has been doing this for the last 30 minutes, without break. She is not a strong enough machine to maintain this kind of thing. She is pulling real weights after all, even if she isn’t using real muscle to do so. By this point her arm is shaking, weak, and taking a full minute to do even a single rep. Something that Tasha is unable to notice, despite the comments she made on her performance. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha would once again be happy to leave. But signals are sent preventing that from happening. Tasha follows along, following these external instructions as if they were sent from her central operating system. <br /> She places a hand on Chun-Li’s shoulder. She leans in slightly and squishes her chest together between her arms. <br /> “Can you show me all of your muscles? Might help to undress~” Tasha says with a smile. <br /> Chun-Li remained silent for a few seconds until she finished her last rep. She sits up from the machine and turns to the robot. <br /> <br /> <br /> She opens her mouth to respond.<br /> Chun-Li has encountered some incredibly sexual situations before. But it almost always results from a sort of glitch. Whether it be in her software or hardware. <br /> When things are working almost as intended, as they are right now, she just largely ignores the subject. Her programming is unaware of it so it dodges the topic, usually quite poorly. <br /> But right now she is a very shoddily assembled version of her already poorly programmed self. After the incident with Juri she was put together again by Emily. So she is particularly vulnerable to external cyber attacks.<br /> <br /> <br /> While maybe not being that malicious, an example of an external cyber attack would be the constant signals output by this technological entity inhabiting the gym. <br /> Without even necessarily intending to, some of those signals making their way to the two staff machines receptive to them are also picked up by this mess of a robot. <br /> So something strikes Chun-Li’s system. While Tasha is being pumped full of signals that direct her to use her sexuality, Chun-Li receives a few of them as well. <br /> At first it’s most just disruptive. Because they aren’t intended for her, they aren’t suited for her specific code and thus aren’t as effective. But they do still shift her programming a little. Distracting it and adding new variables it didn’t have before. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her blue tracksuit doesn’t really offer her many opportunities to be seductive in the same way Tasha’s tiny sports bra can. But her system doesn’t understand nor care for actual efficacy, but rather doing as it assumes it to be told.<br /> <br /> <br /> She bites her lip quite awkwardly. <br /> “I can show you my body if you want~” Chun-Li responds quite uncharasmatically. But it is the best her computer can muster.<br /> Then without any fan fair, or any sexiness, she begins to blankly strip out of her outfit. She pulls her long tracksuit pants down, and her top. Leaving her just in her underwear. <br /> Despite their artificial nature, her muscles remain quite convincing and quite impressive. The toning of each perfectly sculpted ab, arm and leg muscles draw Tasha’s eye. But she does not react truly. She merely logs the visual data, and awaits her next command. Whether from her own operating system or from some external machine beyond her comprehension.<br /> <br /> <br /> Meanwhile something quite similar happens between Emily and Juri. <br /> Email is being directed by those same wireless signals. And just like Chun-Li, Juri is partly picking up some of them. <br /> <br /> <br /> She finishes her empty reps. Pushing a basically weightless machine as if it is the hardest thing she has ever had to do. <br /> Juri swivels out of the seat, resting on it with her legs planted on the floor. <br /> “God that feels good~” Juri purs. Her personality is one of fighting and power, so her dialogue is formed around it. Almost getting off to the sensation of strength.<br /> Of course none of it actually means anything. It is closer to aesthetic set dressing than a sincere display of one’s thoughts and feelings. <br /> <br /> <br /> Emily doesn’t really have anything to say. She doesn’t understand exactly what Juri means, and Juri doesn’t really mean anything. Robots as simple as her struggle to dynamically come up with relevant responses.<br /> But luckily something else pulls the weight for her. Transmitted right into her head is a set of variables that her computer can actually understand. <br /> “Feeling good is very good!” She blurts out. She smiles as if what she said was substantive, but the execution is certainly lacking. <br /> “I want to make you feel even more good~” Emily says. <br /> Juri doesn’t really know what to respond either. She isn’t uncomfortable or off put by the statement, she just doesn’t understand it. <br /> That is, until her computer interprets the signals she is picking up on. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Why don’t you get on your knees and start?” Juri asks. She does not sport a knowing smirk. Her facial expression is blank and emotionless. Conveying absolutely nothing at all. Her words are the most charisma this hunk of metal is capable of producing, and even then they are artificial and fake. All just plainly read text it generates.<br /> Emily is not capable of determining whether a statement is meant literally, comedically, or meant for later. All of these social connotations are lost on her, so she takes it seriously. <br /> If she were talking with any human, this could be a big social faux pas. But instead she is with an equally mindless machine, who can’t mean anything really. <br /> <br /> <br /> Emily gladly obeys the words spoken to her. Her internal computer’s desire to comply with others meshes with the pushing from the technological presence.<br /> She gets down on her knees in front of the machine before her.<br /> However, Juri doesn’t really know what to do next. After all, she didn’t really know what the words coming out of her own mouth meant. So she remains dead still, completely unresponsive to the machine that is inching closer to her crotch.<br /> <br /> Emily crawls in an impressively inefficient manner. Moving her right arm first, then her left arm, then her right leg and finally her left leg. Each limb one at a time until she finally arrives as close as she can be. <br /> Emily doesn’t wait for Juri to undress, instead shoving her head between the robot's two legs. <br /> Despite the heavy workout Juri had just performed, there is no sweat dripping down her thighs. <br /> <br /> <br /> Emily continues moving her head into Juri. Almost as if Juri’s legs and body aren’t even there. <br /> <br /> <br /> Juri remains still, not even uncomfortable at what is happening. But then something hits her once more. Whether intentional or incidental, it is impossible to say. But all the same, her computer is influenced by that same presence as before. It suddenly brings her to her feet, causing Emily to be forced backwards. She is knocked over, and collapses onto the floor.<br /> Neither machine reacts.<br /> <br /> <br /> Now that she is standing, Juri pulls her training pants down without a word. A directive in her head instructing her to be naked. So she dutifully follows. Without any joy or sensuality she pulls off all the clothing that covers her impressive body. <br /> Emily stumbles back to all fours, and rams her face into Juri once more. But she is aiming for where her crotch used to be, so now she limply bumps into Juri’s knees. That is, until she sits back down at the behest of something she isn’t aware of. <br /> Once she has, Emily forces her way in once again, but finally finds success in locating Juri’s pussy. <br /> <br /> <br /> Juri stares forward, looking blankly into the distance as her body begins to register sensory inputs from her privates.<br /> Emily sticks out her tongue and delves far into Juri’s artificial vagina. Exploring the sex toy like cavity built into the machine. Soft silicone labia that are designed for comfort of those seeking to enter her. <br /> This is not the first time Juri has engaged in sexual activity. And like the time before this one, she doesn’t really feel anything from it.<br /> Her body is instructed to perform actions and seek out certain forms of data. Her system was not built with any preloaded information on sex and sexuality. But through this wireless transfer, it is now prioritising sexual input above all else. <br /> <br /> <br /> However, since she is already receiving said input, she feels no need to do anything else. She just sits and waits, completely blank. While Emily continues to enjoy her privates.<br /> All the while, Juri is sent more and more signals from the dollhouse. <br /> It is slowly discovering its power over machines outside of the staff. It is not as strong and not as easy, but once it gets its hooks in them, it can take more and more. <br /> <br /> <br /> Now that the situation between Juri and Emily has become so directly overt, the dollhouse turns its attention back to Tasha and Chun-Li. Though of course multitasking these two situations is a simple task. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha stands before the now half naked Chun-Li. It would have been easy to just put her on her knees and do the same as Emily is, but the dollhouse seeks just a little bit more. Seeing what it is able to do. Test the bounds of its connection.<br /> Instead Chun-Li is the first to move between the two. Instead of just passively receiving sexual input, she walks over to Tasha and tries taking it.<br /> She leans in, ever so slightly shorter than the blonde trainer. Chun-Li plants an emotionless kiss on Tasha’s lips. There is no passion, no continued motion. She just remains there, with her lips pressed against Tasha’s mouth. It is the most sexless an action can be, but that's about all a robot like her is capable of performing. <br /> Suddenly she moves back, only to return and kiss once again. Like a drinking bird toy, a small piece of plastic dipping its beak into a glass of water over and over again. Taking a long exhaustive pause between each movement.<br /> <br /> <br /> Neither machine really gets anything from this. The only reason she continues to do so is that the dollhouse has remotely adjusted her internal variables to recognise this physical contact as sexual. So she mindlessly obeys. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally she stops. The test is a success, and the dollhouse seeks to create a scenario where it can explore more. The robots do not need to exchange words with each other. There is no true communication in what they are doing. So instead they simultaneously turn to the staff room in silence and begin walking towards it.<br /> Elsewhere in the gym Emily suddenly stands up. Her chin is covered in synthetic saliva from her oral performance on Juri. The two then walk side by side to the staff room.<br /> <br /> <br /> However, this gets partly interrupted. <br /> Another of the gym patrons comes up and talks to Tasha. <br /> The dollhouse does not completely override the machine's programming, instead influencing it in more roundabout ways.<br /> So Tasha’s core systems recognise the gym patron in need, and as a trainer she refuses to do anything else before tending to their needs. But as she is under the influence of the dollhouse, she is basically incapable of performing her usual scripts. Just soft locked in place. So the dollhouse has to quickly improvise some instructions to fulfil her system's objective. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Hi there Tasha! I needed to ask you what leg exercise I should do!” This woman asks. <br /> She has long blackish purple hair tied into a ponytail and beautifully dark skin. <br /> It is a bit of an odd question, without much sincerity behind it. It is clearly the question a simple robot assumes is asked in a gym, rather than an inquiry born out of a genuine need for information.<br /> But it absolutely is enough for Tasha’s system to recognise it as part of her trainer repertoire. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I-I-I can help you with that! Leg exercises right?” Tasha spurts out. Her face expresses decently. Her smile is a little bit too seductive, especially with the blush in her cheeks and the bedroom eyes. All of these parts are just simple settings for the dollhouse to employ. The problem it causes is how stiff it leaves her face. Her mouth barely even opens as she speaks. All that is left is a frozen mask.<br /> <br /> <br /> “A few exercises I would recommend to feel g-g-good would be…” She continues.<br /> “Leg thrusts… T-thrusting is great… F-for your thighs! <br /> I also r-rrecomend, s-se-s-se… squats!” Tasha cheerfully suggests.<br /> Each word she says is a struggle, her computer is already barely functional. But when it is influenced by the dollhouse it loses even more of its capabilities. <br /> So the reverse engineered dialogue is forced and glitchy. <br /> Her computer and the dollhouse's conspicuous sexual desire conspire to turn each answer and action towards something explicit. But the greater perspect the dollhouse has allows it to forcibly bend the words towards something more relevant to the conversation at hand. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Hm… Alright! Those sound good. Thank you for your help!” The woman replies. She turns around, her pony tail almost whipping an unresponsive Tasha in the face. Then she walks off without any further inquiry. <br /> <br /> <br /> Luckily the situation has been resolved and the dollhouse can resume assembling the four machines. They all meet in the staff room. As they enter, they do not exchange words or look at eachother. They simply file in the single entrance one by one. Each closing the door behind them, causing the next in line to open it back up again. An agonisingly slow process which aptly represents their simplicity. <br /> <br /> <br /> Once they have all made it in, there is a pause. They stand still until given the orders to do otherwise. Which finally does come.<br /> The dollhouse motions Emily and Tasha in unison. They approach the corresponding machines once again, ready to continue this sexual engagement. <br /> Emily and Tasha pull their pants down at once, soon followed by Chun-Li. Juri was already missing her bottoms, since Emily had begun on her earlier. <br /> Now that all the machines now match in their lack of clothing, they can continue on their sexual journey. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha, who was just previously restrained by the dollhouse for conversation, is now let loose. <br /> She makes her way to Chun-Li, and slides her hand between her own legs as she kisses the machine. It is still robotic and artificial, but it is ever so slightly more convincing than the two’s previous attempts. The dollhouse is still better at manipulating its own staff for now. But it tries its best to change that. <br /> Chun-Li mirrors Tasha, touching herself in the same way the woman before her does.<br /> <br /> <br /> Juri moves forward next, approaching Emily. The machine reaches forward until her fingers meet with Emily’s inviting privates. She is unable to perform an articulate action, such as massaging Emily’s labia. So instead her fingers just push against the robot's pussy repeatedly. <br /> Emily returns the favour in her own way, reaching out and squeezing Juri’s ample breasts one at a time.<br /> <br /> <br /> Everything that happens in the room has quite a satisfying rhythm to it. The machines are basically incapable of irregular movement. So instead they obey silent metronomes within to repeat each action they take with shocking precision. Each grope Emily enjoys on Juri's chest lasts for the exact same time. Then she pauses for an equally long interval before doing it all over again.<br /> The same goes for Tasha’s kissing. Juri’s awkward pussy poking. Everything. <br /> It is a symphony of gears and motors all working together to perform the most awkward sexual engagement possible. <br /> <br /> <br /> But the dollhouse has no concept of awkwardness. Despite its considerable complexity compared to these pawns it controls, it is still a machine. Lines of code, scripts and programs. It will never be able to intuit something as social as awkwardness. Instead it just bumps these naked robots into each other like action figures. Caring not for execution. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is impossible to tell whether it is able to derive any enjoyment from this display. Not even the dollhouse itself is able to accurately ascertain the nebulous mysteries surrounding its creation, motivations and self consciousness. <br /> <br /> <br /> All that matters is it continues on, single mindedly focused on this odd goal to manipulate these machines into sexual extravagance. <br /> <br /> <br /> The staff are kept as long as possible, until the dollhouse needs them to come back out of the room and perform their functions. Doing the bare minimum to maintain the aesthetic of normalcy in the gym. Luckily the bar is quite low when its main denizens are barely aware machines going through their own poor facsimiles. <br /> <br /> <br /> Once Emily and Tasha are forced out of the room to attend the gym, there is little for Juri or Chun-Li to do. So the dollhouse leaves one last little signal. An instruction to go home.<br /> Then it releases its ephemeral grip on the two, and they walk side by side out of the building. <br /> The two bump into each other as they try squeezing out of the front door at the same time. When their scripts are so simple, even things like basic spatial awareness is quite the obstacle. Something that might have been trivial sometime before, but is no longer quite so easy. <br /> <br /> <br /> But eventually after butting heads against the problem enough times, they make it through. Mostly due to sheer dumb luck. <br /> <br /> <br /> The day passes without much fanfare, winding down to a quiet closing period. Tasha grabs her completely untouched duffel bag and heads to the exit. Emily shuts off the lights before doing the same. They walk out the back door, and Emily turns to lock it. As she does so, Tasha waves goodbye.<br /> “See you tomorrow!” She cheers with a smile. <br /> “Mhm, see you then!” Emily responds. <br /> They walk off in opposite directions. Leaving the dollhouse to patiently wait for the next day’s beginning. <br /> <br /> <br /> It doesn’t take long for dawn to break once more. Emily and Tasha reconvene. It has been nearly ten hours, but they act like not even a moment has passed. <br /> “Nice to see you again!” Emily says with a smile. <br /> “Good to see you too!” Tasha replies. Emily unlocks the door once more and the two walk right back into the gym. More of a home then the apartments they do nothing in as they wait for work to begin. <br /> <br /> <br /> Their daily routine quickly begins again. They repeat the same actions as the day before, and the day before that. A perfect replication that they perform endlessly. <br /> The dollhouse regains access to their systems. <br /> <br /> <br /> By the time the doors are opened again, a slightly larger flood of patrons pour into the gym. The attendance rates sway from day to day, and this seems to be a particularly popular one. <br /> The perfect opportunity for the dollhouse to expand its control and test its newfound experience with non staff machines. <br /> <br /> <br /> One of these patrons that fill the gym is a pair. One with long brown hair, the other with orange hair in a slightly more subtle hairstyle. <br /> The redhead sits on a machine, working out just like everyone else.<br /> However the brown haired robot just stands behind her. Like a puppy waiting for its owner to give it attention.<br /> Sure some machines take on the role of spotter, but the squat machine they reside at doesn’t really fit that sort of thing. <br /> The red headed woman’s name is Julie. <br /> The brown haired girl is Dolores.<br /> Like many of the other machines of note within the gym, they have previously broken down in some mindless sexual mishap. After a sloppy reassembly, Dolores now acts as Julie’s portable sex doll. Something Julie’s now mysteriously digitally addicted body needs. So they take on the roles of girlfriends. But Dolores is basically incapable of anything that doesn’t actively involve sex.<br /> <br /> <br /> As Julie brings her ass low to the ground, her motors straining from the weights she is pushing, Dolores cheers.<br /> “N-n-nice ass babe!” She happily exclaims. Unable to offer even a compliment without a sexually driven connotation. <br /> She happily holds her arms up, and eagerly squeezes her chest between them. Her low cut top offers a very exposed look at her cleavage. <br /> Absolutely perfect targets for the dollhouse to use. Broken, sexual, and eager.<br /> Just as it begins its work on these two, Juri and Chun-Li wander into the gym as well. Including the staff, that gives the dollhouse six whole machines to use. <br /> A new record to be sure, but something that seems achievable. <br /> <br /> <br /> Emily is sent over to greet the two and introduce herself. In the meantime, Tasha makes her way towards Juri and Chun-Li in order to start up with them. The two are now working out side by side. It seems there have already been some internal changes in response to the previous day's events. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Hi there! Are you newcomers to our gym?” Emily asks. <br /> “I have been here a few times-times.” Julie answers. Dolores just stares blankly at Julie, maintaining her almost comical pose. <br /> “Well I hope you have e-enjoyed the amenities! Is there anything we can do for you?” Emily follows up.<br /> Julie opens her mouth to respond, but pauses. No sound comes out as her slow computer works through some extra scripts the dollhouse begins to upload into her mind. <br /> It takes her a surprisingly long time to process the minor amount of new data. But eventually she makes it all the way through and is able to produce a response.<br /> “Some personal attention w-w-w-w-w-would be appreciated.” She says. Part of her sentence repeats like a broken record, but eventually she is able to complete the not so subtle innuendo. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Absolutely! Would the both of you like to come to the staff room?” Emily asks.<br /> This time the dollhouse tries to compel Dolores to answer. Checking if it can manipulate her in this sort of way. <br /> It is perhaps the greatest challenge it has taken on so far.<br /> “I-i-i-i would like to see y-your p-pu-puss… s-staff room! I like p-p-p-s-staff rooms!” Dolores sputters out. It is borderline incoherent. As it is forced into a non sexual context, her underlying priorities keep clawing their way to the surface. This is the best the dollhouse can really do with her. <br /> <br /> <br /> But of course it causes absolutely no reaction in Emily. <br /> The woman turns to the staff room, and the dollhouse pushes the two to follow her. The dollhouse can easily move Julie from the workout machine towards the door, but Dolores is a bit more of a struggle. <br /> The machine has been attempting to pull off its clothes the entire time it’s been inside. The dollhouse has to constantly block it, which is taking up most of her limited processing power. So it forces her one foot at a time to the staff room alongside Emily and Julie.<br /> <br /> <br /> Tasha is still with Juri and Chun-Li. During the quite short exchange Emily shared with Julie and Dolores, Tasha managed to begin making out with these two. <br /> They kiss each other all at the same time, rather than trading out. So the three keep repeatedly bumping heads as they attempt this meaningless tri-kiss before the dollhouse interrupts them and sends them to the staff room.<br /> <br /> <br /> Finally they all assemble once more, now with the addition of Dolores and Julie.<br /> The dollhouse previously struggled with Dolores. Finding her perhaps the hardest to properly control, with many noticeable glitches and the like when it tries. <br /> But now she is in her element, and the ease of which the dollhouse is able to bring her to sex is shocking. <br /> <br /> <br /> Once it finally lets go of the nudity restriction, Dolores instantly strips out of her outfit. With her breasts now hanging freely and her pussy exposed to the air, it is almost like her computer is finally at ease. <br /> It hops towards Julie’s legs without a second thought. About as instinctual and core to the machine's programming as it can get. She sits on her knees and begins lapping at Julie’s pussy.<br /> Julie is quite similar. While it was far easier to control, she also had the constant coding attempt to remove her pants for Dolores. Her system relies on that input quite heavily.<br /> Since the dollhouse barely has to lift a metaphorical finger to get these machines fucking, it instead turns it’s focus back on the others. Trying to get them into the mix. <br /> <br /> <br /> First it starts with Tasha. She quickly approaches Julie from behind and begins to take off her machine's top, as well as her own. She stands with her breasts pressed against Julie's back. Each of her arms wraps around to continuously grope Julie's chest. <br /> Juri is next, and the dollhouse experiments a little by dropping her right onto the floor. She then slides between Dolores’ legs, providing her access to this weaker machine's privates.<br /> Chun-Li finds her way to Tasha, continuing on the chain by standing behind her, like she does to Julie. Chun-li methodically massages Tasha’s pussy at the same time as her own.<br /> Finally Emily gets on all fours, coming low to the ground to reach Juri’s pussy. <br /> <br /> <br /> The size of them are all combined into this one bizarre orgy. None of it particularly pleasurable, with more awkward positions than not. <br /> Once more the rhythm is unnaturally artificial. It causes all the sound in the room to line up in a bizarrely noticeable way. None of the machines are even close enough to notice. They just mindlessly focus on the goal given to them by the presence that rules over the gym. Unable to break free, but more importantly, unable to even have the agency for freedom at all. Whether slaves to their code during the rest of the day or slaves to the dollhouse now, it is all the same. But it is more than enough to satisfy the dollhouse. <br /> That being said, it can’t help but plan out possible future programs to employ. Hoping to expand its sexual control. <br /> <br /> <br /> The dollhouse test is a success. It now understands how it can gain access to damaged or vulnerable machines. <br /> And it can create vulnerabilities with its already existing puppets. <br /> This is just the beginning.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=192921 2025-03-10T15:39:00Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> #[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]<br /> #[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]<br /> #[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]<br /> #[[Professional Dedication]]<br /> #[[Attempted Villainy]]<br /> #[[Relieving Boredom]]<br /> #[[Survival of the fittest]]<br /> #[[Gym Control]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Survival_of_the_fittest&diff=192918 2025-03-08T10:23:39Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Gardrofa walks along a desolate pathway. Each one of her hooves clop against the splintered and cracked pavement. Her mechanical legs creak and scrape against each other. All of the rust and the wear that has built up over many long years without proper care ways down on her. She struggles to even step once, but she must walk for miles. This woman lives in a world that was destroyed long ago. Ravaged by the third world war, the people are scarce but the resources are...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Gardrofa walks along a desolate pathway. Each one of her hooves clop against the splintered and cracked pavement. <br /> Her mechanical legs creak and scrape against each other. All of the rust and the wear that has built up over many long years without proper care ways down on her. She struggles to even step once, but she must walk for miles. <br /> <br /> <br /> This woman lives in a world that was destroyed long ago. Ravaged by the third world war, the people are scarce but the resources are even scarcer. Barely anything remains, and the technologically reliant populace requires more than even a human needs to get by. <br /> Their delicate machinery must be repaired and refined constantly. Without that they become even weaker and even more desperate. <br /> <br /> <br /> Gardrofa herself is a large machine. She is a centaur, a machine of war designed for the benefits of being a horse and a woman. What was once used in large battlefields to kill hundreds now barely scrapes by. She is ragged, weak and needy.<br /> <br /> <br /> She continues her long pilgrimage. No precise destination in mind, she merely moves on from areas she has already checked as best she can.<br /> The world is filled with large uninviting deserts. Places defined by their utter lack of life and value. What were once sprawling green hills, farm land and dense forests have been unified into the yellow grain that now remains. <br /> Ahead of her is a debilitated metropolitan area. Grand skyscrapers and apartment buildings have now collapsed onto each other into large piles of rubble. <br /> She can only hope there are some malls there.<br /> <br /> <br /> She needs a million things. Oil to grease her joints, replacements for basically every one of her internal technological components, among many many other things.<br /> But tantamount amongst them all is the need for fuel. She is running desperately low and if she runs out that may as well be death. <br /> Everything can be pushed further or eventually replaced. But if she can’t move, if she can’t think, if she can’t remain online, it will become an eternal sleep. <br /> <br /> <br /> “SYSTEMS CHECK.<br /> COMPONENT’S INTEGRITY AT 47%<br /> SHELL AND ARMOUR INTEGRITY AT 64%<br /> FUEL STORAGE AT 6%”<br /> Her system coldly announces. Each hour on the hour her computer does a check and provides the current stats. There are far more specific variables available, but Gardrofa has limited it to just these three for simplicity. She watches grimly as the numbers trickle down day by day, with next to no way to restore them. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her blonde long hair billows in the wind. Fashion and appearances have changed quite a bit in the last hundred years. <br /> She wears a cybernetic looking metal piece over her eyes. They provide aid to her sensors, despite appearing to block her view. <br /> All the way up her neck is a similar looking white, grey and black material. Not exactly covering her traditional clothes, but instead blurring the lines between body and clothing. <br /> Her chest retains a pleasant buoyancy, being held in place with cloth that is remarkably still holding quite strong. <br /> Her body comes together to a tight iron cinched waist, before expanding out into a cybernetic horse torso. Every muscle instead is replaced by metal, pistons, and a smidgen of synthetic tissue to keep everything together. <br /> She has a large shawl over her left shoulder. She grasps a large spear like weapon in her right hand. <br /> This is who Gardrofa is. A battle machine that has been relegated to an endless struggle against declining resources. <br /> Her only objective is to survive. Make it another day, another week, another year.<br /> Her robotic mind has no care for how to enjoy this war of attrition lifestyle she has. It has no ability to consider what she should do with the life she manages to keep her tight grip on. All she can think about is making it a bit longer. She just has to keep going. It is what the very core of her being tells her to do, and she will never question it.<br /> <br /> <br /> She finds herself wandering the streets of this terribly ruined city. The remnants of civilization have died, and now some of the regrowth that happened afterwards has died as well. There is absolutely nothing. Every storefront is completely ransacked and destroyed. <br /> There are a few shambling husks of machines that litter the streets. But even their bodies have been torn apart for scrap metal, the only pieces remaining being so heavily eroded that they are worth less than their weight in dirt. <br /> She drags herself further along, until she happens upon a large super mall. It obviously has been raided, but she basically has no choice but to check. She can’t make it to the next city which will likely be just as bad. <br /> <br /> <br /> The entrance has largely collapsed on itself. Due to her centaur body, she is incredibly tall. So she has to struggle quite a bit to squeeze herself in. She limply raises her arm up and tries to break the rubble blocking her way. But there is so little strength in her body that she is basically useless. She is using the absolute minimum amount of fuel to conserve her last hours of life, but it means her motors can’t output anything useful. As she scrapes against the rubble, some small shards of rock and dust roll down and end up on the floor. Not really solving her problem. <br /> Instead she just has to force herself through.<br /> She hunches over and creeps inside. It is a little difficult at first, but once her front is through it’s just a matter of patience. The jagged edges scrape against her metal body, adding to the tapestry of dents and scratches already present. <br /> <br /> <br /> “WARNING! <br /> SHELL AND ARMOUR INTEGRITY RAPIDLY DROPPING! <br /> 45…%<br /> 37…%<br /> 29…%”<br /> She watches the numbers drop as she grits her teeth and continues.<br /> <br /> <br /> But once she is inside, it opens up significantly more. She is able to move around more freely as she explores the desolate mall. <br /> Just as Gardrofa had suspected, basically nothing remains. It has been completely and utterly ransacked. All the store fronts have been cleared of not only their contents but the very shelves they were placed on. <br /> But just when she feels all hope is lost, she sees the body of a recently destroyed machine.<br /> Gardrofa quickly pushes herself to run up and crouch by the body. Most of its identifying features have been completely obscured by damage. <br /> Its head has had all artificial skin and hair torn off from what appears to be some sort of blast. Her metal shell is just a charred and burned husk. <br /> <br /> <br /> She quickly pierces the already incredibly brittle metal with her spear to gain access to this machine's sensitive internals. <br /> On close inspection, she notices some of the machine's parts are actually functioning. Since some sort of blast was the thing to take out this robot, it means there are still some resources remaining within. Most of her components aren’t compatible with Gardrofa’s system unfortunately. That is the nature of a technological world.<br /> But much to Gardrofa’s delight, there is still some of that precious lifeblood in her fuel tank.<br /> She eagerly grasps it, pulling it from its place. Ripping cables and destroying what is left. She ingests the fuel orally, granting her the wondrous feeling of power once again. It is not enough to keep her going for long, but she is finally able to move around at will. Tapping back into her pre-existing strength her body is capable of. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is almost intoxicating. She had felt so miserably weak for so long. That feeling is poison to a machine built for war, combat and destruction. Being reduced to a weak and desperate straggler hurts her ego more than any of the actual struggle ever could. <br /> <br /> <br /> “FUEL PARTIALLY RESTORED.<br /> 26% OF TOTAL CAPACITY FILLED.”<br /> Her system announces triumphantly. <br /> <br /> <br /> Once she has double checked the body for anything else useful, she rushes off. Galloping through the mall to see what else could be here. After all, she has still not discovered the cause of the machine's death. It must have been recent if it still hadn’t been looted.<br /> And where there is something capable of destroying robots, there is something capable of being torn apart for every last morsel of use. <br /> <br /> <br /> She happens upon something quite attention catching. A large section of the mall has been blown to smithereens. Presumably that machine from earlier crawled off with their dying breath after being involved in whatever this is. <br /> She slowly waltzes through the blast radius, trying to identify the cause. It isn’t easy, since basically any evidence was presumably just destroyed.<br /> <br /> <br /> A large piece of rock covers a corner of the room. The only thing really to look at, so she walks over to it and pulls it out of the way. What previously represented an insurmountable obstacle is now easily brushed aside.<br /> Underneath are dozens of robotic bodies. All crushed under the rock, in varying states of disarray. But not a single one of them is online. <br /> Gardrofa chuckles to herself. Never has she found such a perfectly preserved mountain of leftover fuel to extract. This could keep her going for a few months if she rationed it out well. Of course it will depend on the exact amount remaining in each of their tanks. But considering there is no leakage, it is safe to assume none of them have been punctured. So she is in for a haul. <br /> Just as she reaches down to grab the body, a projectile comes hurtling towards her face.<br /> She swiftly dodges the airborne item and turns her head to the origin of the attack.<br /> <br /> <br /> Standing there is a woman adorned in heavy black armour. An incredibly large white coat surrounds her body, reaching down to her ankles. Her exact figure is completely obscured by this large round exterior clothing. <br /> “Back away! Those bodies are mine!” The woman shouts out. <br /> Gardrofa just smirks. High on the power of her refuelling, she is not going to roll over and let this woman stake claim over her haul. <br /> <br /> <br /> The area they are in is relatively large, but is still an indoor environment. Meaning at Gardrofa’s top speed, she can close basically any gap within seconds. There is a reason she was designed with the lower half of a horse after all. She races towards the woman, holding her spear ready without speaking a single word. <br /> She responds quickly in turn, Dashing backwards and revealing a weapon beneath her cloak. A sword made out of condensed plasma. She holds the hilt in one hand, and seems to be able to unveil the blade of it at will. <br /> Using this weapon of hers, she swiftly deflects Gardrofa’s spear and attempts to counterattack. As she swings her blade, it tears through her coat.<br /> Gardrofa narrowly avoids the slash and backs up slightly. Leaving some space between the two. <br /> <br /> <br /> Now left without the large cloth to obscure her, The woman's body is on full display. She wears a skin tight white suit that hugs even her most sensitive places.<br /> The exact curvature of her chest is plainly visible. <br /> “I do not wish to kill you. I merely am at the mercy of my body’s needs. Without the ability to act, I can not accomplish my goals. You are a necessary sacrifice.” She announces.<br /> “My name is Hildr. You deserve the honour of knowing your killer's name.” Hildr confidently declares. <br /> “Don’t you dare feel secure in your arrogance. I will crush you and claim what is mine.” Gardrofa yells. While her attitude is more overtly aggressive, both machines share the same intent to kill. It is a kill or be killed world, there is no other answer.<br /> Any machines attempting to find one are just rust in the wind. <br /> <br /> <br /> Another moment of silence passes. Each machine sizes up the other. Considering strategies, analysis of combat prowess, and planning. <br /> Then, in unison, they leap forward.<br /> Gardrofa jabs her spear into the Hildr’s stomach, but she swiftly evades. <br /> She lets out a flurry of swipes with her dangerous plasma sword, but none of them seem to hit their target. Despite Gardrofas impressive size, her speed seems to outpace Hildr’s own. <br /> Hildr is quite used to crushing all those in her path, so this does come as a surprise. But she remains stoic in spite of this. <br /> She continues her offensive, constantly forcing Gardrofa back. <br /> <br /> <br /> While the new fuel in her system feels like a power boost, Gardrofa can feel the bounds of her otherwise shambling body. <br /> She continues to project confidence and determination, but internally things show a much more grave picture. <br /> All of her parts have been slowly ruined over time. Pieces are pushed out of place during combat, and then grind away until they are fixed or replaced. She is largely capable of doing neither.<br /> She should be about five times faster than what she is currently able to output, but she’s held back by the rusted gears and motors inside of her body. <br /> <br /> <br /> She jabs at the machine, but struggles to land any hits. Her spear is quite the precise weapon, despite its large size. It is very hard for her to perform a direct blow, but if she does it will spell the end of basically any machine. No matter how reinforced. <br /> Instead she lets out a strong swipe, creating an enormous arc. Hildr jumps high to avoid it, and lands on the centaurs' large javelin. She quickly grasps her weapon like an épée and retaliates with her own series of lightning fast jabs. <br /> <br /> <br /> Gardrofa’s upper body movement is quite limited, which is what Hildr was counting on. But instead of avoiding the attacks, she flings the machine away by pulling her spear up as fast as she can. <br /> A risky manoeuvre to be sure. Hidlr’s sword is so close to piercing Gardrofa’s head that it slices away part of her hair. Not enough of it to leave much of a visual mark, but the synthetic hair follicles drift to the floor all the same. <br /> <br /> <br /> Hildr grimaces. There is a reason she needs this fuel too. She is in much the same position as Gardrofa. In fact, the battle thus far has been sufficient evidence for Hildr’s computer system to conclude that Garfroda is significantly weaker than her. But unlike Gardrofa, Hildr is basically running on empty. Her fuel reserves are drying up as the fight goes on. She has less than 24 hours of function even if she was conserving as much power as she could. If she lets this fight drag out for a single hour it is likely she will collapse. <br /> <br /> <br /> So Hildr remains on the offensive. She can’t afford to let up for even a moment. She can’t allow the fight to become one of attrition. Either she wins swiftly or she loses slowly. <br /> She dashes forward, staying as mobile as possible. Darting from side to side, keeping her trajectory unclear and hard to anticipate. <br /> <br /> <br /> However rather than dealing with it, Gardrofa simply maintains her distance as she plans. She has the luxury of a bit more time. Since her fuel reserves aren’t as low, she doesn’t need to worry about this battle being her last. Ironically that makes it far easier to win. Keeping a cool head and not driven to desperation allows her a far better stance in this battle. <br /> <br /> <br /> With this superior mindset, Gardrofa unveils a touch to counter attack.<br /> Grasps a large nearby rock in her free hand, and starts running towards Hildr. The smaller woman resumes her swift movements in the hope to easily dodge the projectile, but Gardrofa keeps careful hold of the stone. Instead she lunges with her weapon. Her pace is faster than before, but Hildr is still able to keep up without too much trouble. She tries clashing against the large iron spear, but it is made out of a material that can resist the plasma blade. <br /> Then Gardrofa suddenly leaps into the air. Another shockingly agile manoeuvre for a broken down and ginormous body such as herself. <br /> Hildr attempts to rush away as the shadow of Gardrofa’s body engulfs her. But as she begins to run away, it is then when Gardrofa throws the stone to block the machine's path.<br /> She still has a fraction of a second to redirect, but it is then when Gardrofa slams down with her spear and finally manages to catch Hildr with a strike. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is not exactly the decisive blow that Gardrofa was hoping for, but it still deals damage. <br /> It pierces Hildr’s side. Her metal exterior scrapes away, and torn cables fly out of the newly made opening. The synthetic bodysuit reveals nothing but technology and metal underneath. <br /> It seems she has no synthetic skin besides her face. Her body is the cloth-like material that hugs her.<br /> She quickly grips the hole and dashes away as far as she can. Her back presses against the wall behind her as she stares down Gardrofa. Not allowing the machine to leave her view for even a second. <br /> Hildr was already barely hanging on, but this makes things even worse.<br /> Garfroda has basically every advantage besides the worse specs overall. But when Hildr is unable to tap into her true strength she just feels useless.<br /> So instead she has to change strategy. She can’t defeat Gardrofa like this. Not to mention the machine seems quite happy to crush Hildr as soon as possible now that this first blow has been dealt. <br /> <br /> <br /> Gardrofa is loving the feeling of battle. She is a machine built for warfare, the slow struggle and dilapidated runaround is just draining. This is what she lives for, this is what she needs. <br /> With a frightening grin on her face, she rushes forwards towards Hildr. Knowing that with the first step this attack represents, this is her greatest opportunity. <br /> She jams her spear into the wall, but Hildr manages to dodge out of the way long before it would have collided with her. <br /> The wall now sports a massive gaping hole left behind from Gardrofa’s weapon. The shocking strength is a constant reminder that if her attack was a little more on point, Hildr would be no more. <br /> <br /> <br /> So instead, Hildr decides to level the playing field. Originally she intended to vanquish this machine as it carried with it the least amount of risks. But she does not have the luxury to play this safe.<br /> Instead she starts charging towards Gardrofa. Running in quite the straight line, a contrast to her usual style. But Gardrofa attacks her in much the same way regardless. Rather than jumping to the side or deflecting Gardrofa’s swing, Hildr slides underneath. In order to gain the speed she needs, she decides to burn up half of the fuel she still has and use it for propulsion. As she crouches down from her sprint, she places her weapons hilt onto her belt and throws both her arms behind her. <br /> From her palms emerge two steel exhaust pipes. Within a moment a small spark appears, which then erupts into two flamethrowers. As the thrust begins to take effect and she shoots further, sliding along the ground, the flames condense. Eventually they are solid blue beams of heat that shoot her to her real destination, the pile of robotic bodies. <br /> Finally as she moves to bring her hands back to the front of her body, the exhausts sputter and the flames dissipate. She is betting everything on this manoeuvre, there is only a few minutes of active function left in her system. <br /> She grasps the topmost body from the pile and quickly begins to tear it apart in her hands as she runs. <br /> Hildr can’t simply take off with it. If she leaves Gardrofa alone with the rest, that machine will just also resupply and it will defeat the whole purpose of this battle.<br /> So Hildr has to pull the fuel canister from this robot’s corpse and quickly ingest it before Gardrofa either takes her out or does the same. <br /> <br /> <br /> She turns back to face the oncoming machine as she holds the body in her hands. <br /> Gardrofa gallops towards her, delayed only by the fact she was a little surprised by the display she just bore witness too. <br /> But now she understands what the strategy Hildr is doing, and she understands that she needs to put an end to it quickly. <br /> <br /> <br /> Hildr then quickly grabs her weapon once more and throws it at the machine's body. Her large horse's lower half is quite the large target, and she can’t manipulate it as easily as her upper body. <br /> So as the plasma blade comes hurtling towards her, she needs to stop her running suddenly and block it with her spear.<br /> Which gives Hildr just enough time to take the fuel tank she worked so hard for. It enters her body with a sickening viscosity. Her system registers the newly added substance and instantly begins processing it to generate the energy her body needs. She smirks in a quiet, proud victory. Finally she can feel the power that belongs to her return. <br /> <br /> <br /> Gardrofa angrily scoffs. She quickly kicks the hilt of the fallen sword out of the way, at least depriving Hildr of that.<br /> While Hildr had the privilege of knowing her own specs while ascertaining Gardrofa. But Gardrofa is woefully unprepared for what Hildr is about to become now that her fuel is restored. <br /> <br /> <br /> Hildr is now able to outperform Gardrofa in almost every way. She is incredibly fast, effortlessly racing past the machine to grasp her weapon from the floor without breaking a metaphorical sweat. <br /> Gardrofa is unable to even get in a passing strike. <br /> Hildr keeps a calm demeanour. She is not one to let the thrill of strength affect her judgement. Quite unlike Gardrofa.<br /> Gardrofa is furious. She is quite the prideful machine, and seeing this drastic change in her opponent is enough to frustrate her. <br /> <br /> <br /> This frustration leads her to act recklessly. <br /> She does not worry about this newfound power, she just charges forward. Her motors grate against each other, her system struggles to keep up with her intentions, and most importantly her interior components short circuit and fail.<br /> She pushes herself further than she has in months in order to keep up with Hildr.<br /> Hildr quickly clashes with Gardrofa’s spear once again, almost toying with her. So Gardrofa demands more and more from her rusting body. Her pistons that no longer glide but instead scrape. Her little mechanics clash against each other.<br /> <br /> <br /> “WARNING. INTERNAL SYSTEM CAPABILITIES DROPPING RAPIDLY. <br /> SEEK REPAIRS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. <br /> REPEAT, INTERNAL SYSTEM CAPABILITIES DROPPING RAPIDLY. “<br /> Her system yells, but Gardrofa chooses to completely ignore it. All that matters to her is finding victory in the corpse of her opponent. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two begin trading blows. While Gardrofa is able to put far more weight and power into each of her swings, Hildr is completely unbothered by it. She may be far smaller and lighter, but her components are highly advanced. They are able to output strength far higher than Gardrofa’s. Though she is inundated with a barrage of warnings from her system that by tapping into her strength she is dealing as much damage to herself as she is to her opponent. <br /> <br /> <br /> Despite the intense internal repercussions, Hildr does manage to really hurt Gardrofa. <br /> Her sword pierces the machine's body. Directly above her front right leg. The metal is sliced with almost shocking ease. Gardrofa grits her teeth as the signals rush to her head to communicate the damage. It creates a sickening screech as the metal is melted, crumpled and destroyed. By the time Hildr’s blade escapes the machine's body, a large gaping metallic wound is left in its place.<br /> Part of her exterior metal panelling falls off, colliding with the ground as Hildr winds up to strike once more.<br /> But her stance falters.<br /> Within her body, her joints were just forced further than they can and should be, leading to intense damage. Now she can barely stand on her own two feet without faltering and falling to her knees. <br /> <br /> <br /> Gardrofa is in much the same scenario. The sword had cut wires that help control her leg, leaving it basically limp. So she struggles for a moment to remain standing on just three instead. But her steel body is far too heavy and she isn’t able to adjust the angle of her weight very well. Both machines are brought to their knees, and stare at the other. Hildr is too far from Gardrofa to do anything. But that does not apply both ways. <br /> Gardrofa raises her spear high up in the air and slams it down onto Hildr. <br /> <br /> <br /> She manages to partly divert the attack, but it clips her once again. This time on her other side.<br /> Now there are two large gashes in Hildr’s body. Both of them pour out metal shards, crushed components and flailing wires. <br /> Sparks fly, burning away some of the precious energy she just worked so hard to achieve. <br /> She quickly uses another burst of potentially damaging force to gain some distance from Gardrofa. Thankfully it doesn’t break her as much as the attack did, but she definitely isn’t feeling any better. <br /> <br /> <br /> She isn’t even able to hold both wounds closed anymore, allowing contaminants like dust and rubble inside of her. As if the built up rust isn’t enough to completely compromise her internal machinery. <br /> <br /> <br /> Gardrofa is reeling from the strike. Despite her large body, even a single penetration of her shell is enough to cause a cascade of problems. <br /> Her visual display becomes blood red with warning signs she is unable to switch off.<br /> <br /> <br /> “WARNING WARNING OUTER SHELL BREACHED! WARNING WARNING OUTER SHELL BREACHED!<br /> IMMEDIATELY SEEK REPAIRS. <br /> SHELL INTEGRITY CRITICAL BELOW 10 PERCENT (9.6442) IN SECTION E.<br /> SHELL INTEGRITY CRITICAL BELOW 10 PERCENT (7.5547) IN SECTION F.<br /> INTERNAL SYSTEM CAPABILITIES DROPPING RAPIDLY.<br /> CATASTROPHIC SYSTEM FAILURE IMMINENT.” <br /> Her system yells. <br /> <br /> <br /> But of course she knows all of this. She can feel it, even if the pain signals aren’t quite as vivid as they are for humans. It seems part of her motor controls were damaged by the strike, as almost every movement is delayed. <br /> She attempts to swing her spear but it lags behind seconds after he intends to attack. Her very way of interfacing with the world is now broken. <br /> She struggles up to her feet but simply collapses back onto herself once again.<br /> <br /> <br /> “This will not be the end of me… I will destroy you and rip your body apart for scraps!” Gardrofa yells out. <br /> She drops her spear for a moment, allowing temporary use of both her hands. <br /> She grabs the metal plate that had dropped off of her, and slaps it back into place. While one hand holds it, something begins to happen to the other.<br /> Her pointer finger splits in half, then separates. Revealing a hidden tool underneath, with a shiny silver tip. <br /> Gardrofa brings this small tool to her body, pointing right at the edge of the panel. <br /> Which is when a sudden gush of heat emits from her finger. Not an exposed flame, but a heat so great it instantly distorts the air around it to be almost opaque. <br /> After a second of application, the steel begins to respond and melt into place. Crudely attaching to her steel exterior. She moves her finger along the rim of the plate. The steel quickly falls into a dripping liquid that slides into the crack and crevices. Then just as fast does it cool and return to at least a relatively solid piece. <br /> Her metal is specially designed for these on the field repairs. <br /> <br /> <br /> Gardrofa’s hand retreats, quickly resuming its more human-like form as she reaches down and grips her spear’s handle once more. <br /> Hildr is unable to perform any such swift fixes. Instead, she focuses on adjusting her power outputs in order to remain afoot. <br /> She takes one uneasy step up, and then another. <br /> Her joints struggle to keep her on her feet, but she embraces that. She knows she will be trapped here once the battle is over no matter how well it goes. But once she has the time, she can try and fix things. If it means breaking herself to win, that is a necessary risk she is willing to take. <br /> <br /> <br /> At first she allows Gardrofa to approach her. Have her opponent do the moving for her. <br /> Gardrofa gleefully gallops towards the shambling wreck that Hildr is. <br /> But the moment she enters her range, Hildr renders the robot's previous repairs null, as she slashes open a far larger gaping cavity down the entirety of Gardrofa’s side. <br /> Far out of reach for her to repair, and far more significant than the previous one as well.<br /> <br /> <br /> But Gardrofa does not recoil in agony, nor is she deterred by this sudden wound. Instead she pushes forward and continues her swing. Once more she misses the center of her target, instead only nicking her. <br /> This is now the third time that Gardrofa’s spear has slashed part of Hildr’s body, tearing it open. Each one just exacerbates all the other issues she faces internally. <br /> Once they both have performed their attack, they remain in place and once again resume eye contact.<br /> They do not pant or wheeze. There are no visual signs of exhaustion. But both of them know otherwise.<br /> <br /> <br /> “WARNING, WARNING, WARNING. <br /> INTERNAL SYSTEMS DAMAGED. <br /> FOLLOWING SYSTEMS DAMAGED AND/OR DESTROYED:<br /> COOLING FANS DESTROYED<br /> REAR MOTORS SYSTEM DAMAGED<br /> BACKUP PROCESSOR DAMAGED<br /> FUEL TANK DAMAGED<br /> WARNING WARNI-” <br /> It continues on. The list extends well past the bounds of her display and begins to scroll. Though the archaic user interface bothers her, Gardrofa can only think about one thing.<br /> Her fuel tank is compromised. It is likely that the precious substance is already leaking out of cracks and seems in the metal. If she delays for even a moment longer it will defeat the purpose of ever beginning this fight in the first place.<br /> <br /> <br /> Hildr is in a similar position, though her situation was quite grave from the very beginning. <br /> Each attack is just more damage to herself. She can’t hope to bring this match to a close. Instead it will be a slow and agonising destruction. <br /> But she has to do everything in her power to be the one that lasts just a little longer.<br /> <br /> <br /> Gardrofa stares forward. She thinks that if Hildr notices the issue with the fuel tank, she will take advantage and finish her off. She decides to project strength, despite every part of herself screaming in agony. Each singular component and piece is damaged. Either from the battle or the wear and tear of the apocalypse. <br /> Despite all of this, she begins to run. Each step causes a cascade of important machinery to pour out of her. No matter how strongly she acts, she can’t hide the small trail of that precious fuel leaking out down the side of her body. <br /> <br /> <br /> Instead she decides to put everything she can into this one assault. Hildr waits and watches closely. One leg proudly arced at a ninety degree angle, the other planted on the floor using only her knee to keep her up. <br /> <br /> <br /> She grasps her sword and stares down Gardrofa through her brow. Gardrofa narrows her own eyes as she approaches, the only mobile one of the two machines. <br /> Each second drags out to minutes. They carefully watch each other's movements. Hildr’s eyes trained on the exact position of the approaching machine. <br /> Gardrofa keeps a close eye on Hildr’s hand, waiting for that flicker of movement to indicate her strike.<br /> Both wait until the very last moment to clash. Playing a game, daring the other to act first. Neither taking initiative, hoping to crush the other’s attempt.<br /> But finally they are too close to wait even another fraction of a second. <br /> At the exact same moment, they both swing.<br /> <br /> <br /> Gardrofa arrives behind Hildr. Her legs slowing to a stop. <br /> There is a moment of silence, in which neither move an inch. <br /> In fact, both have been still for a while now. Neither were able to swing at that climactic final moment. Both of their systems failed them. Only now does Gardrofa swing her arm forcefully, her spear piercing nothing but the air. <br /> Hildr is unable to control her arm at all, it simply remains gripping her hilt without any response. <br /> Despite both of the machines' intentions, their bodies gave out too early.<br /> All of these explosive movements are just too much for their mechanics. Neither of them took it seriously enough, far too focused on the battle. <br /> <br /> <br /> Now they pay the price.<br /> <br /> “WARNING WARNING WARNING<br /> CATASTROPHIC SYSTEM FAILURE<br /> <br /> WARNING WARNING WARNING<br /> FUEL RESERVES ALMOST EMPTY<br /> <br /> WARNING WARNING WARNING<br /> CPU OVERHEATING<br /> <br /> WARNING WARNING WARNING<br /> MOTORS BROKEN<br /> <br /> WAR-”<br /> <br /> The list is almost unending. Gardrofa doesn’t have the processing power to even comprehend everything that is wrong with her. Instead her mind feels the internal wreckage caused by pushing herself in that final attack. The signals notifying her to every crack, snap and break. But it is just too much for her failing computer to handle. It almost stuns her, the overwhelming signals block any outgoing signals. Preventing her from issuing commands to the rest of her body, or even considering what commands to issue. <br /> She stumbles in place for a moment, her body desperately employing her autopiloting functionalities to remain standing. But that function is no better off than any other part of her. <br /> Gardrofa collapses to the ground, landing on her side. Leaving the large split in her metallic body facing the air. <br /> <br /> <br /> “GG-fZZXCcc-sdsd ffffc-caaaa” She spits out, speaking pure gibberish. Not even intending to speak, her communications systems fail. <br /> The growing cascade of issues expands even to things not damaged in the battle. All of those components that weathered slow degradation over her agonizing life in the apocalypse finally fall. <br /> The pieces that had just barely held on suddenly snap in this moment. As each piece snaps, more weight and stress is put on every existing piece, causing those to break too.<br /> Despite laying down, her body’s rate of failure just keeps exponentially increasing. <br /> Her speaker continues to sputter nonsense until eventually it just cuts off.<br /> <br /> <br /> “WARNING<br /> TOTAL SYSTEM SHUTDOWN IMMINENT<br /> FIND A SAFE LOCATION AND CONTACT HELP<br /> WARNING<br /> TOTAL SYSTEM SHUTDOWN IMMINENT<br /> FIND A SAFE LOCATION AND CONTACT HELP<br /> WAR-” <br /> Her system continues to yell on loop, screaming into the ether with no one to understand it. By this point, Gardrofa’s mind is so inundated with a debilitating barrage of signals. All of it amounting to naught but static to the barely conscious machine. Her CPU can barely handle her baseline upkeep anymore, let alone all of this additional stress. <br /> <br /> <br /> Hildr faces all the same struggles. But instead of a burning hot processor overwhelmed by components screaming their statuses, her problem is far more simple.<br /> Hildr is out of fuel. She had stopped paying attention to her fuel tank once she got her hands on that boost mid battle. So much so that she hadn’t noticed her own fuel tank being pierced by Gardrofa’s spear soon after.<br /> <br /> <br /> All of the power she was so heavily relying on wasn’t even there. Trickled down the side of her body, finding its way around her incredible curves. So when she pushed herself right at the end, her body gave in and refused to move. It simply didn’t have enough power to bring itself to motion. <br /> <br /> <br /> So the two machines lay broken on the ground. A few mere metres separate the previously warring combatants. Now neither can lift a finger.<br /> In a deafening silence, the two wait out their systems shutdowns. <br /> Two more victims of this barren wasteland. Bodies to add to the pile the two found themselves fighting over in the first place. <br /> <br /> <br /> Gardrofa’s eyes shut. She shuts down, with next to no hope of being discovered and revived. Perhaps the next travellers who find this place will have a more philanthropic prime directive than this machine of war ever did.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=192917 2025-03-08T10:22:14Z

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TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Relieving_Boredom&diff=192569 2025-03-01T15:24:47Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Fiona walks down the lot. She peruses her surroundings with a detached interest. Trailers, shoddily assembled fold out tables and chairs for staff. A thoroughly raided snack table that has had little to offer for a while now. Nothing around really sparks any curiosity. Even if it did, it’s not like she wouldn’t have already seen it a hundred times by this point. She makes her way to the trailer with a large red cross above it. Signifying its medical significance, t...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Fiona walks down the lot. She peruses her surroundings with a detached interest. <br /> Trailers, shoddily assembled fold out tables and chairs for staff. A thoroughly raided snack table that has had little to offer for a while now. Nothing around really sparks any curiosity. Even if it did, it’s not like she wouldn’t have already seen it a hundred times by this point. <br /> She makes her way to the trailer with a large red cross above it. Signifying its medical significance, though she is not in need of any biological aid.<br /> <br /> <br /> She swings the door open, and finds a spacious room adorned with a plethora of items. All either for robotic application. A collection designed for its main type of visitors. <br /> However in the corner there is a small pile of identical med kits. Despite the human staff members working at this film studio, they are rarely in need of any aid besides a simple bandage or some painkillers. The rest of the space is dedicated to the far more complex robots that get into far more grave danger during filming.<br /> Fiona is here is a machine that needs some repairs.<br /> <br /> <br /> There is no member of staff who resides here, instead being used more as a storage unit rather than some sort of doctor's office.<br /> There is a small automated repair drone, though it is certainly on the cheaper side. <br /> Fiona opts to just grab the relevant tools from the shelf and work on herself. Secure in the knowledge that if she finds her self care inadequate the repair bot is lying beside her. <br /> <br /> <br /> Right now she is not broken down. But her CPU has been running hot lately, and she has had some hardware problems with her left arm.<br /> <br /> <br /> There is a solitary chair in the center of the trailer. A padded seat that allows you to lay back and lie down on it. <br /> She takes a seat and reclines. It is nice, comfortable. Perfect for letting her mind wander.<br /> <br /> <br /> She is currently working on a TV show, called Arcane. She and all the other actors are machines, who can preload their characters’ data into their brain. Truly becoming them, able to truly fight and hurt the others. Their disposable bodies are just as easy to fix as they are to break. <br /> Fiona is playing the character Caitlyn. A powerful enforcer with a complicated arc in the show.<br /> In the show her character has developed a bit of a romantic relationship with another woman called Vi. <br /> While the two’s onstage acting doesn’t have any risk of affecting their off camera lives, quite the coincidence took place.<br /> Fiona and Jane, the woman who plays Vi, did end up developing a bit of a friends with benefits relationship.<br /> It is quite standard for actors to hook up, in fact some of them have a bit of a reputation for it. Part of it is just simply being with those around you. Another aspect is the long theorised social repercussions of programmed identities. Each robot develops an odd little personality defect, some of which relate to their relationships.<br /> <br /> <br /> But it has never been too serious with Fiona and Jane. The two have shared many long nights and exciting day encounters, but only gone on a few dates and the sort sparingly. Though Fiona has found herself in an odd position.<br /> She discovered after a recent incident that she might care a bit more for Jane than she had originally assumed. <br /> But tragically she only had this realisation as filming was coming to a close. Most of her own scenes are already done, she is just on set for B-roll and any potential need for reshoots. As a robot her labour comes cheap after all. She is quite bored throughout the day, often just drifting about. Finding which bots don’t have any scenes that day for a bit of private fun.<br /> Though she is not always lucky, and even when she is it’s not exactly in good taste to blow the entire day fucking in their trailer. <br /> <br /> <br /> She stews in these feelings for a little while in the chair, before deciding to just get to it. <br /> Fiona turns her attention down to her chest. She is still dressed as her character, so a quite formal military outfit adorns her body. It is a little difficult to just slip off, which is a bit frustrating. So she decides to start on her arm. <br /> She rolls up her sleeve, and tries to shove the bronze armour plating on her shoulders to the side in order to make some space. <br /> She firmly grasps her upper arm, and twists aggressively. <br /> This unlocks the piece. <br /> What at first appears like smooth and perfect skin suddenly separates. Underneath is grey steel, complicated tubing, wires and all sorts of pieces.<br /> Her arm cleanly comes out of its socket, and she lays it on her lap. <br /> <br /> <br /> “ARM PIECE DISCONNECTED.<br /> FUNCTIONS RELATED TO PART WILL BE RESTORED WHEN CONNECTED IS DETECTED.” <br /> Her system alerts her. She always finds these little notes funny. As if she didn’t know her arm had been removed.<br /> She holds it up and looks into the connector. <br /> She has not been having any problems that are too severe. Rather just a bit of an uncomfortable stiffness in her arm she wanted to check out.<br /> Fiona assumes it was just from overuse during scenes. She even made a few jokes about how her arm was going to pop off if she had to hold her fist to her heart again. <br /> <br /> <br /> Well now it doesn’t seem quite as funny. <br /> But she treats it with the levity it deserves. <br /> She locates the culprit, a small part of the connection that has been bent out of place slightly. The alignment of all metal plating is incredibly important, but it is also quite susceptible to failure. So all that really needs to be done is for her to bend it back into place and do a little bit of a clean up.<br /> <br /> <br /> It is a bit awkward doing all of this with one hand. She holds her disconnected arm between her legs, with the end of it up close to her chest.<br /> Then uses the arm that is still attached to do the actual.<br /> She holds some pliers and begins manipulating the pieces. One of the wires keeps getting in the way which is frustrating her. She always has to be careful, or a simple little problem like this could snowball into an expensive replacement. A hassle she does not want to deal with.<br /> <br /> <br /> She brushes the cord out of the way once again. Grunting a little as she does so. <br /> Fiona finds herself so focused on the task at hand that she barely even notices when someone walks up and opens the door to the trailer.<br /> She swivels her head over to look at the doorway.<br /> “Oh, sorry I should be done s-” She begins, until she notices who it is.<br /> “Hey hun. Doing some work on yourself?” Jane asks.<br /> Her short red hair glistens in the sunlight she let in through the open door way. <br /> She walks in and closes the door behind her.<br /> “Hi Jane! Yeah just doing some maintenance but nothing too bad. I thought you were doing some shooting today?” Fiona asks.<br /> She has always been a bit more bubbly and extroverted than her show counterpart. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Ah yeah we finished up those scenes in the morning. So I am free for the rest of the day…” She says as she takes a few more steps towards her.<br /> “Anything I can do to help~?” Jane asks as she places a finger on the bot's shoulder. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well… I can’t tell if you are just trying to flirt with me or not but if you could hold my arm that would be super helpful.” Fiona responds with a bit of a chuckle.<br /> Jane joins her in laughing.<br /> “I was trying to be sexy, but yeah I am more than happy to.” She replies as she grabs the arm resting in Fiona’s lap. <br /> Jane kneels in front of Fiona in order to best hold the arm in place.<br /> Fiona looks down at the confident, strong women before her. The smirk on her face. <br /> “T-thanks babe.” Fiona says with a small blush on her face. Her biological emotion simulation systems work strongly to emulate her physical embarrassment response. <br /> <br /> <br /> Fiona then quietly continues on with her work, tweaking the small pieces to get everything working once again.<br /> “So… How was filming?” She asks to break the silence. Jane almost seems startled, it looks like she was a little lost in a world of her own.<br /> “Oh, pretty standard haha. Not anything too exciting, just some dialogue that we didn’t get right the first time around. Shooting over the shoulder so we can just slot it right back into the previous takes.” She describes. <br /> “Ah, makes sense. I went through my rounds of that last week.” Fiona responds.<br /> The two chat a little about their experiences on the job. Complaining about the one camera operator who can’t seem to keep themselves from getting distracted. <br /> They move on to what they think of the story. Comparing their private scenes which the other didn’t get to see much of. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Haha, you would think they’d tell us more about the characters, but I guess they want the character personality programs to react authentically. I wonder if they even understand that the memories don’t transfer over like that.” Jane says. <br /> “Yeah, sometimes it does feel like the director really doesn’t get us. But I don’t really mind, a jobs a job.” Fiona responds, still intently staring at the connection.<br /> “Annnnnnd… I think I am done!” She then happily exclaims. <br /> “Oh nice, good job! I hate doing work on myself usually.” Jane admits. She stretches her legs a little bit, seemingly a bit stiff from the awkward sitting position. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I get that. I got used to it pretty quickly, and I kinda find it therapeutic. It’s nice to just focus on one thing for a little while.” Fiona says. “You mind handing it over?” She then asks. <br /> Jane just smirks.<br /> “Well… I could hand it over…” She begins, with a mischievous look on her face. <br /> “Or, you could do something for me and earn it~” She tells her.<br /> Jane was not always the most dominating robot. In fact she is relatively new, so she has only had so much experience. But she has grown very interested in trying all sorts of things out. And it seems like today she is taking control a little. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Of course, you always have just the one thing on your mind, don’t you?” Fiona replies. <br /> She doesn’t mind playing along. She knows if she sincerely asked, Jane would hand over the piece in a heartbeat. Just a little game to play. <br /> “What do I have to do~?” Fiona asks with a humored expression.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jane then without answering, leans in and steals a kiss from Fiona’s lips. She is a little surprised, but quickly leans into it the moment she regains her composure. <br /> Once the woman breaks away, she is able to make her comment.<br /> “Jeez, someone is a little impatient, huh~?” Fiona teases.<br /> It seems it worked a bit too well, as Jane quickly blushes and averts her eyes.<br /> “Well, if we are going to start somewhere…” She begins, but is cut off as Fiona suddenly resumes the kiss again.<br /> <br /> <br /> The two enjoy this moment of sensual serenity. They way that their tongues gently rub against each other. Exploring the walls of their mouths, tasting the steel that is hidden just behind the veneer of human teeth and gums. <br /> <br /> <br /> They break apart once again. <br /> “So let’s have a little bit of fun… And if you please me just enough, you can have your arm back.” Jane almost comically suggests.<br /> Fiona does still have to handle her CPU temperature issues. But she can’t really fight the nagging desire to have some fun. The problem can always be dealt with later, and she would rather spend the time with Jane.<br /> “Well… my costume is a bit of a bitch to take off, so you mind helping me with that?” Fiona says with a bit of a flirty tone. She turns her back to Jane, presenting the space to undo the belts and straps that keep all of the cloth together. <br /> Jane quickly puts the arm down on the table behind her, before getting to work. <br /> First she removes the couple of small armour pieces on her body. She just places them to the side before moving on.<br /> “Gosh, the costume department really goes above and beyond, huh?” Jane jokes, eliciting a small laugh out of Fiona.<br /> “It definitely makes it hard to stay in the mood when undressing takes like five minutes.” She responds. <br /> The two giggle for a little bit, before returning to silence. A bit of tension remains in the air, but by no means is it negative. The two just wait before they can dive into what both of them want. <br /> As she brushes past it, Jane runs her finger along the exposed arm connection piece. This sends shivers through Fiona’s whole body. An exciting sensation she will never get tired of. <br /> But Jane mostly leaves that bit alone, saving it for later.<br /> Finally all the pieces are removed, and Fiona can finally step out of her odd little military bodysuit. There are still a few paraphernalious pieces of clothing remaining, which she removes herself. Arm bands, her socks and boots, things like that.<br /> In the meantime Jane does the same, but her outfit is far simpler comparatively. <br /> <br /> <br /> This leaves both of them undressed at about the same time. Fiona still faces away, leaving Jane able to observe her form from behind. Her beautifully strong back, small waist and nicely toned ass.<br /> Fiona turns and gives Vi a once over. The muscular body before her almost puts her own to shame. <br /> Her broad chest may partly dwarf the size of her breasts, but the rugged look absolutely appeals to Fiona in a way that makes it more than worth it. She keeps on her black panties, cutely contrasting with Fiona’s cuter white ones. The costume department doesn’t really worry about their underwear unless the scene actively shows it. Something that happens rarely. So they have chosen quite bland but coincidentally opposite undergarments. <br /> <br /> <br /> “So… How can I please you~? If you are forcing me to…” Fiona says with her coy little smile. <br /> “Well how about you get on your knees like a good little girl~” Jane tells her. <br /> The two of them always try out new things together. It’s not like it ever gets too extreme, but swapping around dominance, submission or more neutral positions is on the table. <br /> So Fiona is quite excited to drop down to the ground and look over the towering goddess above her. <br /> Despite the last time they were together she took the domineering role. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Oh, you look so perfect down there. You know what to do~” Jane instructs. And she is absolutely right. <br /> Fiona creeps towards the girl. She uses one arm to grip onto Jane’s muscular thighs. She almost slips for a moment, missing the use of her other arm. But she is able to adjust her stance in a way to compensate for the uneven weight. <br /> Once she has done so, she stares back up with a proud smile. But Fiona quickly returns her gaze to Jane’s thinly veiled privates. <br /> She leans in closer and places a gentle kiss on her pubic mound, just above where her panties lay. There is not even a hint of pubic hair, as maintaining the synthetic hairs on their head is already a massive pain. Instead her artificial skin is as smooth as can be.<br /> Fiona moves a little lower, until she grasps the waistband of Jane’s panties between her front teeth. <br /> While maintaining her bite, she pulls the panties down. Eventually it gets past the hump in Jane’s thigh and falls down to her ankles by themselves. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Mmm… there it is~” Fiona moans as she stares right into the woman's vagina. Her delicate folds are so perfectly aligned with each other. Lovingly crafted by expert robotic designers, despite rarely being shown on screen in many shows at all. <br /> Fiona leans in and kisses Jane’s clit. A small little peck at first, but she quickly returns more aggressively. Laying her lips on her as she licks and sucks the little nub at the top. <br /> Jane can’t help herself from letting out a small moan and whimper.<br /> “Oh… sorry was that a bit too intense for you?” Fiona mocks. <br /> “W-well you didn’t have to start with my clit. A-anyway, I am the one domming you!” She says defensively. Jane reaches down and presses into Fiona’s exposed armhole. This elicited quite the similar sound to what Jane was just offering. Jane looks down at Fiona with a proud smirk.<br /> “Get back to it~” She demands. <br /> Fiona happily complies.<br /> This time she is a bit more gentle. She places one final kiss on the clit, almost as an apology for being too intense. <br /> Once she is done with that, she goes down into the robot's slit. She sticks her tongue out. At first she just calmly licks up and down. Coating the silicone in a generous amount of synthetic saliva. Reducing any pesky friction that could get in their way. <br /> Then she begins to delve in deeper. A fraction of an inch at a time, she sticks her tongue in, slowly pulls it out, and repeats. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane’s moans ebb and flow in rhythm with Fiona’s movements. The machine clutches Fiona’s head as she does so. In part to dominate, but mostly to keep herself stable as her knees get weak from pleasure. <br /> At one point Fiona’s long and silky black hair wafts in the way of her dedicated cunnilingus. Strands of artificial hair get caught up between Fiona’s mouth and Jane’s pussy.<br /> Jane extends her hand down and gently bunches Fiona’s hair up behind her head. Keeping it in a small ponytail with her fingers. <br /> Fiona looks up. Her lips and chin are coated in saliva. <br /> “Thank you hun~” She says with a sultry smile. Jane can’t help but blush. <br /> Fiona quickly resumes her excited oral engagement. <br /> She completely loses herself in the folds of her pussy. The exciting rush of exploring her body she already knows quite well never really loses its luster.<br /> Especially when she is serenaded by the beautiful sounds of Jane’s gruff voice melt into pleasure. <br /> <br /> <br /> She enjoys discovering all of Jane’s weak spots over and over again. Due to their system framework, it is not like there is a spot in her hardware that she likes the most. It all sends the same signal after all. <br /> But whether it is through intentional design or a simple glitch in the system, something does change every time Jane is shut down and brought back online.<br /> A random spot within her doubles the signal output when stimulated. It is often quite small and hard to find, but Fiona is happy to do everything in her power to discover it. <br /> Pushing into each little crevice within her, sliding in and out of her desperate pussy. Using the moans erupting from Jane’s mouth as an indicator for how well she was doing.<br /> <br /> <br /> Finally she hears Jane unable to even remotely hold herself back. It is a sudden exclamation of pleasure that almost caught Fiona off guard.<br /> But she knew that meant she had found it. Her mouth is buried in Jane’s pussy. Her lips gently rub against the woman's clit as uses her bottom lip to stimulate her labia. Her tongue is tunnelling deep inside, curved slightly upwards to hit that ever sweet spot. <br /> She continuously abuses that point of pleasure over and over. Mixing up numerous aspects of her technique to keep things fun but barely ever laying off that one spot. <br /> Jane almost slips, her back slams into the wall behind her. But Fiona just simply crawls forward ever so slightly to keep up. <br /> Jane is struggling to even stand at this point. These signals have such a strong effect on her body and her mind that it is completely overwhelming. Her leg keeps sliding away so she constantly readjusts her position while Fiona licks her so dutifully. <br /> Fiona wants to tease her a little bit, but she refuses to pull herself off of the machine for even a moment. She supposes that the best part of being a machine is never needing to come back up for hair. Instead she can be simply relentless. <br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually Jane has to pull Fiona out of her pussy. Her panting is getting so intense that her simulated breathing program is almost about to fail. <br /> “God, you really are eager~” Jane grunts under her breath, as she stares down the mischievous looking woman on her knees.<br /> “Well you were asking for it.” Fiona shoots back. <br /> “Oh… You are in for it!” Jane says with a smirk. She reaches down and pushes the machine over to the floor.<br /> Without her left arm to stabilise herself, Fiona collapses quite easily. She falls over onto her back. Before she can get back up, Jane moves down and pins her there.<br /> She grips Fiona’s single remaining hand above her head. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I am going to rock your world~” Jane confidently declares.<br /> “I would like to see you try…” Fiona quickly fires back. Fully immersing herself in the role of a brat. <br /> Jane shuts up the mischievous machine by shoving her tongue down her throat. She aggressively kisses the naked bot, keeping her hand tightly secured above. Jane is intense and domineering. Claiming what is hers, reminding Fiona of her power over her.<br /> With her remaining arm, Jane feels Fiona’s smooth stomach. Gently outlining the small artificial muscle definition, as she moves up. She reaches Fiona’s breasts. Jane firmly grasps one.<br /> She can feel Fiona react. She moans into Jane’s mouth, which causes quite the pleasurable resonance. <br /> Jane plays with Fiona’s chest. Groping her breasts, ever so slightly pinching her nipples, and twisting until another moan emerges from the machine. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane loves toying with this bot. Finally she pulls away from her deep kiss to announce her victory.<br /> “So? Still so eager to tease me~?” She asks confidently.<br /> “Hm… I don’t know. Maybe I should push you further and see what I get~” Fiona says, not backing down even a little. <br /> Jane is able to respond in turn. With a silent smirk, she reaches out once again. But this time moves past her chest, and reaches the empty arm socket. <br /> <br /> <br /> “W-wait what are you-” Fiona begins to protest, but is swiftly cut off by an intense moan.<br /> Jane fingers the connection piece. She slides her fingers into the joint, brushing past the metal prongs that pass the relevant signals on to her limb.<br /> It is direct contact with the finer sensitive mechanics of Fiona’s body. It affects her in a way no other possible input can match. It basically overwhelms her sensory systems, causing a sensation that just happens to be pleasurable.<br /> “A-ah~!!” She squeals in excitement, a big smile sprawled out across her face. <br /> “G-gg-god… A-ah! F-ffuck…” Fiona continues to moan. Unable to keep herself under control.<br /> “Yeah, you like that? Was it worth talking back to me like that?” Jane asks, but she receives no answer. All Jane is able to muster are more incoherent moans.<br /> “That’s exactly what I thought~” Jane says, as she once again silences the machine with a kiss. But she doesn’t let up her fingering for even a moment. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two almost writhe against each other like this. <br /> Jane has mounted Fiona, her own pussy rubbing against Fiona’s lower stomach. She is claiming her, using her and loving her. <br /> She can’t help herself from beginning to grind against Fiona’s body, getting into the mood as she drives this girl crazy. <br /> <br /> <br /> The room mostly falls into silence. The only sounds made is the gentle rubbing of bodies, the wet kissing noises, and the occasional moan and pant that manages to escape the others lips. <br /> It is a moment of pure sensuality. The two are able to just melt into one as they tease and toy with the other. Enjoying the flood of signals rushing to their central computing system, causing a buzz in their head like no other. <br /> <br /> <br /> Fiona is the one who actually breaks the repetition. <br /> She finally pushes back on Jane’s pinning, which had grown incredibly weak as her focus was placed elsewhere.<br /> Jane is a little confused, and opens her mouth to ask what is going on. But Fiona quickly cuts her off.<br /> “Ah… I want you on the ground… I want to feel you down there…” She breathily moans out. <br /> Jane doesn’t even dare argue otherwise. She is far too excited and lustful to debate the exact ways the two should get off.<br /> Instead she shifts to the side, allowing Fiona to get up.<br /> It takes a little bit long as she has to without her arm.<br /> “W-want me to fetch it from the table?” Jane tentatively asks.<br /> “Shut up, just focus on fucking me~!” Fiona replies. Her gorgeous black hair being flung about as she awkwardly achieves a stable position. <br /> <br /> <br /> Now the robots face each other. Fiona leans on her side, resting on the one arm she still has. <br /> She spreads her legs out, placing them in a way that gives room for Jane to approach. <br /> Jane matches the robot's position, and sidles in closer.<br /> The two have mere inches between them. They look into each other's eyes as their crotches meet.<br /> Their two pussies share a delicate kiss at first. But quickly the machines start aggressively rubbing against each other. Grinding as hard as they can, in a feverish state of overwhelming pleasure.<br /> The two now free from each other's lips are able to moan and whimper freely. Completely forgetting the racket they are making. These thin trailer walls aren’t too thick, but this is certainly not the first time two robots snuck off to fuck during filming just this week. <br /> <br /> <br /> There is nothing that the two of them can think about besides each other. The love and pleasure the two of them share is all that matters in this moment. <br /> The excitement is getting more and more intense. Fiona can barely get a handle of herself. <br /> She is far too lost in the excitement to think objectively. <br /> She barely even notices the growing heat within her chest.<br /> Her systems burn hotter and hotter as the pleasure runs through her. Her CPU is being pushed to newer heights, and her fans are just completely unable to keep up with the change. <br /> Jane does start to notice a bit of a difference in the sound of Fiona’s moans.<br /> Her moaning audio sometimes cuts out, almost as if it is being transmitted through poor internet or the cable is faltering.<br /> “A-A-A-a-a-a-h-h-h… Ah~ Ah~!” Fiona exclaims in ecstasy. <br /> “A-are… Oh fuck… Are you ok, Fiona-AH~!” Jane attempts to ask. Her words are interrupted by more involuntary whimpers, but the point is still made. <br /> <br /> <br /> But she is unable to form any meaningful response. She just continues on with the same moaning patterns as before, completely ignoring the question that was asked.<br /> This worries Jane a little, unsure what it could mean. But she also is struggling to focus on the matter at hand as her processor is attacked by a barrage of pleasure signals. Even getting through a single thought is a battle. <br /> She tries asking another question, but once more Fiona doesn’t respond.<br /> <br /> <br /> Within Fiona’s mind, her actual consciousness is basically short circuiting.<br /> As her computer burns hotter, its efficacy drops dramatically. Without the full function of her CPU, functions are quickly cut. <br /> The first one to fall is the one that demands the most out of her CPU. Her mind. <br /> Her ability to think goes out the window, instead relying on the automated systems to keep her running. This effect is only exacerbated by the pleasure signals dulling the already struggling processes going on. <br /> <br /> <br /> “WARNING WARNING WARNING<br /> CPU TEMPERATURES CRITICAL<br /> ENFORCING SYSTEM SHUTDOWN. <br /> COUNTING DOWN…”<br /> Her computer warns her, though the sentiment falls on deaf ears. <br /> She just mindlessly moans and grinds against Jane.<br /> “THREE…”<br /> “F-Fiona? W-whats… Ah~! W-whats going on?” Jane asks with a bit more concern in her voice.<br /> “TWO…” <br /> Fiona doesn’t reply. Instead her moans begin to esculate more and more. Almost yelling as she speeds up her grinding.<br /> “ONE…” <br /> “F-FIONA~!” Jane tries to yell, but erupts into a moan she can’t stop. The two of them are almost shaking. Their excitement reaches a full on climax. They cheer out in pleasurable excitement, a rush of signals that completely takes over.<br /> “SHUTTING DOWN SYSTEM.”<br /> <br /> <br /> Fiona collapses to the ground. Her eyes hang open but there is no life within them. <br /> Jane rests on her back, spending a moment to recover. But once she feels a bit better, she looks up at the machine in front of her.<br /> “Oh… crap.” She mutters. <br /> <br /> <br /> It doesn’t take too long for Jane to figure out what had happened to Fiona. <br /> Robot’s break and shut down pretty often. It isn’t the cause for concern it would be for any other type of being. <br /> Jane reaches out and touches Fiona, alerting her to the burning up within. <br /> “Ah… you just hadn’t finished up your maintenance huh?” Jane says to herself. <br /> She picks up the machine and places her back into the seat she was just an hour ago.<br /> Jane grabs the loose limb that remains on the nearby table and shoves it into place.<br /> At first it doesn’t hold, so she firmly twists it until a satisfying click rings out. Notifying Jane of it’s successful connection. <br /> <br /> <br /> She grabs her clothes from the floor and starts to get dressed. She almost does the same for Fiona, before she remembers it would be best if she is naked and thus accessible during the repairs. <br /> She pulls up a smaller chair to sit beside the unconscious machine. Then leans down and activates the repair drone.<br /> “...zzzZZZ HELLO!” It springs to life with a little buzz.<br /> “WHAT IS THE NATURE OF THE PROBLEM?” It asks. It’s voice is monotone and unconvincing. A stark contrast to the speech Jane replies with.<br /> “This is Unit-Jane, playing Caitlyn. She has an overheated central processing unit.” She calmly explains to the large metal disk. <br /> “UNDERSTOOD. BEGINNING REPAIRS.” It awkwardly declares. <br /> Instantly long spindly metal arms emerge from the top of the drone and approach Fiona. One presses against her neck, finding an indent that allows for her body to be remotely opened. <br /> Her stomach and chest split apart, revealing the metallic interior. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane watches calmly as the machine begins meticulously clearing out and cleaning the various vents and exhausts in her system. Adjusting the voltage rate of her fans, checking all of the connections, things like that.<br /> It works at a dizzying pace, one that Jane can barely keep up with. But she doesn’t really need to, so she allows her mind to drift as the machine does it’s work. Choosing to remain by Caitlyn's side until she is back online. <br /> <br /> <br /> It rushes around, speeding up as it works. It goes beyond just the bounds of her CPU, cleaning and refining some of her other components as well.<br /> Finally, it applies a new coat of thermal paste on her processor. It closes her body up, and retreats into it’s little corner. The repair drone goes offline just as Fiona reactivates.<br /> <br /> <br /> “BOOTING… BOOTING… BOOTING<br /> SYSTEMS ONLINE.<br /> RUNNING DEFAULT PERSONALITY PROGRAM SET.<br /> LOADING “Fiona.exe” PROGRAM.<br /> “Fiona” IS ONLINE.”<br /> Her log outputs as she suddenly springs up from the chair. Bots are always a little disoriented after waking up from thorough repairs and a system reboot. <br /> “A-ah! Oh gosh…” Fiona sheepishly exclaims before chuckling to herself.<br /> “Did I overheat?” She asks the bot beside her.<br /> “Yup. You could have just told me you still needed to finish, cutie.” Jane tells her with a little smile. <br /> “I was just too excited. It was really, really fun.” Fiona admits with a small blush.<br /> “Thanks for taking the edge off, Jane.” <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane blushes a little bit. She awkwardly scratches her cheek as she looks away.<br /> “D-don’t mention it babe!” Jane replies. <br /> The two remain in a moment of silence. Sort of unsure how to proceed.<br /> For a little while, neither have the courage to speak up.<br /> But eventually, Jane says something.<br /> “So… You don’t have anything else to do today, right?” She tentatively asks. <br /> “Ah, yeah I am pretty much free.” Fiona tells her.<br /> “Well in that case… You want to join me in my trailer? We can just kind of hang out for a while.” Jane nervously suggests. Despite their closeness, this sort of thing doesn’t happen super often. <br /> <br /> <br /> “That would be really nice actually…” Fiona admits. A large smile forms on Jane’s face as she hears her response.<br /> “Awesome!” She hops up from her seat and darts towards the door.<br /> “W-wait, calm down. I need a bit longer to get up.” Fiona giggles.<br /> “Oh my god I am so sorry!” Jane says quickly as she rushes back. She extends a hand out to Fiona. Jane helps Fiona to her feet and gives her the time to settle. It doesn’t take long at all for Fiona to be back to normal capacity.<br /> “Pass me my clothes?” She quickly requests, which Jane happily obliges. <br /> She helps her get dressed, but now that she is both of her arms she only needs so much aid. By the time she is done, both of them make their way out of the trailer and towards another.<br /> As they are walking they can hear some distant explosions and yells.<br /> “Sounds like they are doing some practical effects today.” Fiona says.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Yeah jeez, I am surprised we can hear it from here.”<br /> Who knows, maybe some of our moans will make it into the final cut.” Jane jokes, which earns her an embarrassed little shove from Fiona.<br /> They arrive at her trailer not long after.<br /> It is homely. These bots don’t have a lot of personal possessions most of the time, but Jane makes use of the few things she does have. <br /> There is a pretty decently sized beds, a couple of photos and posters adorning the walls, and a few other little knick knacks.<br /> “You always have more stuff than I remember.” Fiona jokes.<br /> “I like to pick up stuff as much as I can. I know other actors prefer to travel lightly, but I always wanted something more like this.” Jane explains as Fiona looks around. <br /> It is not the first time she has been here. She visited once or twice to read through scripts together. They are never required to practice the lines since they are just downloaded and performed by the other personalities. But sometimes they still like to go over them and see what is going on in the scene. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane hops onto her bed. She is instantly lost in the mess of big fluffy blankets, and has to move some things around in order to make room for Fiona. <br /> Once she has done so, Fiona slides in and gets comfortable.<br /> They lay together like this, just enjoying each other's company.<br /> Each of them exchange a few words. They chat about whatever comes to mind. They only have so much experience in the world so sometimes their perspectives are a little bit limited. But even then they manage to find an almost unending wellspring of topics. <br /> The two just cuddle, letting their conversation slowly die down. Fiona is wrestling on Jane’s chest. Jane’s arm wraps over Fiona and holds on tight. It is comfortable, beautiful and calming. For a moment it truly feels like nothing else matters but each other.<br /> So they end up just drifting off into a nap as they cling to each other. <br /> It is nice.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=192568 2025-03-01T15:23:30Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> #[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]<br /> #[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]<br /> #[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]<br /> #[[Professional Dedication]]<br /> #[[Attempted Villainy]]<br /> #[[Relieving Boredom]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Attempted_Villainy&diff=192431 2025-02-26T22:33:24Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Vanessa slams the door shut. The very walls shiver as she does so. She grumbles to herself as she walks inside. One arm being held tightly to her side, applying pressure to her body. Each step is slow and laboured. Her left leg barely seems to work, so her right drags her forehead one bit at a time. She finds her chair and collapses into it. She sits in front of a table, where her intricate and complex plans are all laid out. A large map with all sorts of figures and bl...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Vanessa slams the door shut. The very walls shiver as she does so.<br /> She grumbles to herself as she walks inside. One arm being held tightly to her side, applying pressure to her body.<br /> Each step is slow and laboured. Her left leg barely seems to work, so her right drags her forehead one bit at a time. <br /> She finds her chair and collapses into it. She sits in front of a table, where her intricate and complex plans are all laid out. A large map with all sorts of figures and blueprint documents littered around it.<br /> “This is just ridiculous…” She mumbles to herself. She gazes at all of the hard work before her, which only seems to enrage her further. <br /> “Days of perfect planning, all ruined by stupid grunts and complete bullshit chance…” Venessa complains. She grasps one of the little pawns from the table. She closely inspects it as she reflects on what has just happened to her.<br /> Rage builds further and further, until she can no longer control herself and she crushes the figure in her fist. Reducing it to a fine dust that she lets drift towards the floor. <br /> <br /> <br /> Now she turns her attention down to her own body. She brushes her long blackish-purple hair to the side in order to get a better look at it.<br /> Her outfit is a white jacket with a large collar. In the center is a patch of lavender material. Part of her top around her stomach is completely torn, exposing the mangled metal components underneath. Adorning the rest of it are smaller slashes and gashes. <br /> Her legs appear to be adorning something that straddles the line between pants and tights. Made of quite the durable material, with parts coloured black and the majority remaining white. She has small red highlights on her thighs and on her gloves which complete the look in quite a pleasant way. <br /> But these visuals are not the results of a fashion choice, but rather it is her very body itself. The only piece of detachable clothing she wears is her jacket. Underneath she is built from an almost latex material neck to toe. Her face is made of a synthetic skin material that implies the rest of her body follows suit.<br /> Instead her body is designed to resemble some form of clothing, and underneath that is her metallic interior. The illusion of humanity is paper thin, instantly revealed by the breaches in her body from the battle she just returned from. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her purple scarf droops from her neck before falling daintily to the floor, torn in a way that prevents it clinging to her as designed. <br /> But what is most noticeable when she looks down at herself is the damage that lingers. Odd and uncomfortable hardware errors, broken pieces, and all sorts of problems that just get exponentially worse with each passing second. <br /> Walking is made difficult by one of her feet being split down the center. It separates into two halves, while in the middle is where part of her jet systems lay. Her right foot is just stuck in this position, unable to return to normal and provide her any meaningful balance. So she just has to stumble from place to place until she can fix whatever defect has caused this problem. <br /> She raises her foot ever so slightly, and then slams it into the ground with a fairly tapered strength. Just enough to perhaps dislodge the piece and allow it to return to normal.<br /> But instead one of two halves is nudged further out of place, becoming unaligned with the other. <br /> Vanessa can’t even motivate the energy to focus on it yet, so just continues to physically browse the instantly visible problems with her mangled body. <br /> <br /> <br /> On her right arm there is a large metal structure jutting out. It houses numerous small holes which lead into her body. This piece is part of her weapons system, a large missile carrier that can launch a number of munitions at a staggering pace. But right now it is unable to retreat back into her body, instead stubbornly remaining out and open. <br /> Luckily she is out of missiles, otherwise a single wrong move could blow this office to smithereens, destroying all of her hard work and herself in the process. <br /> But regardless, rather than finding its way back into her body, it sticks out. Completely refusing to budge. <br /> <br /> <br /> Some nondescript metal chunk begins to slide out of place. She quickly puts her hand back on the gaping cavity to prevent it from completely falling out. <br /> She curses once again.<br /> “I never fail in my plans. I am the best villain this world has seen. They will soon all know my name!” Vannessa proclaims to no one at all. <br /> The empty room lacks any sort of object to direct her anger towards. So instead she is left stewing in her frustration. <br /> But eventually the blaring warning sirens within her head, perpetrated by her operating system, force her to shift attention. <br /> <br /> <br /> “WARNING WARNING WARNING…<br /> PLEASE SEEK REPAIRS TO CRITICAL SYSTEMS…<br /> WARNING WARNING WARNING…”<br /> It yells, not exactly providing any especially valuable information. <br /> <br /> <br /> She stands up from her chair, angrily sweeping the table clear of the papers and figures that cover it. Remnants of her long nights planning topple to the floor without any grace or ceremony. <br /> Vannessa stumbles over to the nearby couch in the corner of the room, and falls onto it. Her back lands on the fluffy upholstery. She begins to undo the zipper down the center of her jacket. She pulls the outerwear off. Leaving her about as naked as she is physically capable of being. <br /> The black, red and white colour scheme completely covers her, with various cybernetic looking patterns keeping it aesthetically pleasing. <br /> The most gaudy part of her look is the way her breast forms are pitch black with red rings circulating where her nipples would be. <br /> It is a quite eye-catching design, which is why she usually keeps her jacket on when outside. <br /> <br /> <br /> She tosses her jacket off to the side of the room without much care. Still precariously keeping herself together as she lays, completely unable to actually rest. <br /> If she lets herself truly slump into the seat, her body will basically fall apart at the seams. Nothing is working right, and the few things that are still somewhat still alright will completely collapse on themselves the moment any pressure is applied awkwardly. <br /> It is a mess, through and through. There is little she can do but try her best to piece things together.<br /> <br /> <br /> The issue is then with Vanessa. She refuses to admit fault in any way, so she has refused to ever learn how to perform self-maintenance. <br /> She found the very act of it is practically admitting defeat, so she saw it as a weakness.<br /> Now that she is in the position that it is all she can hope to do, she finds new ways to contradict reality and pretend she is still victorious in her endeavours. <br /> She gathers her thoughts together, and decides to start with the large hole in the side of her body.<br /> She raises her arm once more and gazes into the abyss within herself. <br /> Vanessa can see some blinking lights inside. She is unsure which mass of technological complexity fulfills whatever function she needs. <br /> She reaches in to sort of poke one of the pieces that sticks out of place, and instantly feels a jolt through her entire body. It almost shocks her, but it isn’t an entirely negative sensation. Just one that feels weird. She doesn’t know what to think about it, so she simply decides not to. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Of course I am left dealing with the mistakes of others!” She says, shifting blame to her underlings.<br /> “I am the only one who could possibly shoulder all of these responsibilities anyway.” She says, somehow managing to spin it into a compliment directed to herself. <br /> She takes a more bold action and plunges her hand into her body. She can see one component hanging off of a cable that is still just barely connected to her motherboard. <br /> With two careful fingers, Vanessa carefully pushes it back into place. <br /> It awkwardly scrapes along the walls of her body until it settles into the frame it is meant to stay in. As she lets go, it instantly falls back to where it just was, leading Vanessa to let out a loud groan.<br /> <br /> <br /> “ESTABLISHING CONNECTION… NEW DEVICE REGISTERED… SUDDEN DISCONNECTION DETECTED.<br /> PLEASE PROPERLY EJECT DEVICE BEFORE REMOVING.”<br /> <br /> <br /> She pushes it back once more, but this time with considerably less care. Some metal dust and ever so small steel chips trickle out of her, but she pays it no mind.<br /> Once in place, she keeps it there with her hand. Then pushes it into the frame, hoping for it to click in and remain. But after it blatantly refuses to, no matter how much pressure she applies, Vanessa goes for a different strategy. <br /> <br /> <br /> With her other hand she reaches in and grabs the now slack cable. She wraps it around the component, using its tautness to hold the entire thing in place.<br /> This puts tremendous stress on the cable, all so it can precariously hold something up in a way that is likely to fall under any pressure. But regardless, she considers it a victory. <br /> <br /> <br /> “ESTABLISHING CONNECTION… NEW D-<br /> DISCONNECTION DETECTED.<br /> ESTABLISHING CONNECTION… NEW D-<br /> DISCONNECTION DETECTED.” <br /> <br /> <br /> Her system reads. Due to how it hangs and the pressure on the wire, it wavers between connectivity or removal, never quite settling.<br /> With this one part delicately “in place”, despite its desperation to come apart soon, she continues on.<br /> She reaches down, still frustrated. But then she pauses.<br /> Vanessa has all these strong feelings running through her head. Her CPU is burning hot. Both in part due to the damage it’s received, but also these strong sensations she can’t ignore. <br /> <br /> <br /> “CRITICAL CPU TEMPERATURE WARNING. <br /> ENGAGING MAXIMUM LIQUID COOLANT.<br /> ENGAGING MAXIMUM POWER FANS.”<br /> Her system tries to correct, though the effort is in vain.<br /> <br /> <br /> She refuses to engage with and deal with her feelings. She can’t possibly admit to herself that she failed. In fact it is not just a refusal, it is basically an incapability. <br /> Her programming is so strongly wired to build this persona of confidence and grandiosity. She can’t possibly work out her faults and grow. So she has to assume all of her failures aren’t actually failures, and the problems she faces both aren’t problems and they are problems but other people's faults.<br /> All of this forced contradiction just adds to her frustration.<br /> The stress of complicated psychology given simple and strong restrictions like this absolutely leaves its mark on her.<br /> <br /> <br /> But she has found that there is a way to relieve some of this tension. Something that she has fallen on before, and will continue to use in the future.<br /> She doesn’t quite understand it, her internal data centers have basically no coverage on anything of the sort. Instead she has slowly discovered it herself with fractured information.<br /> <br /> <br /> She reaches down and presses the area between her legs.<br /> Vanessa does not have a biological body. She does not have genitalia for her to utilise sexually. <br /> But regardless of whatever intent her designers had when doing so, they did extend an olive branch to her.<br /> In the place where her vagina would be, it is smooth. Covered with her body-suit looking outer layer, with electronics and mechanics underneath. But there is a large sensor in that area that when stimulated provides a similar response in her head.<br /> Sending digital signals that replicate the human dopamine response are sent to her simulated consciousness. <br /> <br /> <br /> She lays her fingers on her crotch. Beginning gently, the only soft action she knows how to perform. But quickly she begins to pick up the pace and enjoy the sensations more and more. <br /> Her hips gently buck into her fingers, almost grinding against herself. The one thing she can truly enjoy besides the destruction of her foes. <br /> She has no need to breathe, but her system automatically begins to pick up the pace of her simulated respiratory program to convey her growing desire and excitement.<br /> As it soothes her anguish and excites her further, her whole body moves more and more. <br /> But eventually she can’t stop herself from being too physically invested, and the bigger movements start to rattle the already brittle mess within her. <br /> Vaness doesn’t notice it right away. Wires being jostled out of place, small metal shards being shaken up, it doesn’t demand significant attention. <br /> <br /> <br /> Though she is not able to overlook and ignore her body when a large component disconnects from its slot. Falling out of place, slamming into other delicate parts. <br /> She bites down to prevent a yelp from escaping her lips.<br /> She raises her finger from its spot in order to investigate the nature of what just happened.<br /> Vanessa is flushed, her body actively reacting to the excitement elicited from the self pleasure. So her senses are further dulled on top of her already exhausted and impaired thinking. Her CPU is unable to act at full efficiency due to the hardware issues she is experiencing.<br /> <br /> <br /> “DISCONNECTION DETECTED.”<br /> <br /> <br /> What fell out of place was a hefty fan. Large blades tightly packed together, with a powerful motor to spin them at impossibly fast speeds. The entire piece is held together in plastic casing which is littered with a number of cracks and splits. <br /> It seems that due to the casing chipped on the corner stopped it from properly fitting in the correct spot, allowing it to fall out. <br /> She holds it up to her face, carefully looking over the whole of the machine. <br /> Vanessa then looks down at the slot it is supposed to be held in, and tries just simply shoving it back in. There are two cables that are supposed to connect to it. One presumably for power, while the other controls data which is connected to her motherboard. <br /> One of the cables has completely ripped, but the other is still intact and seems to have just disconnected. <br /> <br /> <br /> She gingerly holds the still functional cable in one hand and tries plugging it back in. As it forms a connection, she feels the sudden rush of electricity. First it speeds into the smaller machine, then floods back into her with updated information. <br /> <br /> <br /> “DEVICE REGISTERED. <br /> NO POWER DETECTED. PLEASE CONNECT POWER CABLE.”<br /> <br /> <br /> She almost shivvers with delight, the way the little trickles of electric signals run through her body. She is almost sad she can’t plug the other cable in to receive a similar little bump of pleasure like that. <br /> <br /> <br /> Vanessa gazes longingly into her own body. Perusing the internal destruction within. <br /> “I will beat them next time…” She mutters to herself, the painful reminder of her failure painted all across the broken machinery.<br /> Only as she says that, a dialogue line almost cuts off her sentence with a different perspective.<br /> “It is all worth it for the wondrous victory I had!” She cheers out suddenly.<br /> It is not merely her speech that rapidly oscillates from these opposing perspectives, but her very mind as well. She is completely convinced that in some vague way she had won. The possibility of defeat scarcely exists in her mind. But sometimes it takes a while for her system to kick in and squash her consciousness drawing other conclusions from basic reality. <br /> <br /> <br /> She plunges her hand into herself and pulls out a completely mangled hunk of metal. What was once a delicately designed intricate wonder of robotics is now just junk. <br /> It used to be one of her numerous data centers, containing some decently important memory backups and knowledge of the world around her. <br /> Vanessa crunches it further in her hand. Unable to determine its purpose, and angry at what it represents.<br /> Perhaps she would have been able to identify the piece if it was still connected and she had access to its data within.<br /> <br /> <br /> Her memory data for the events of the day still run through her head over and over again. She is completely unable to prevent her mind from keeping her defeat fresh, despite the constant insistence from her code that she couldn't lose, can’t lose, she has never lost. <br /> Another wave of anger washes over her. <br /> She feels unable to focus on anything else, the feelings are overwhelming.<br /> Vanessa is almost unable to keep her arms from shaking due to the intensity of her thoughts and feelings. She doesn’t know how to handle it, and every time she moves she feels something else break.<br /> <br /> <br /> Every little shift in her body, every wire cut on a sharp edge or torn from place, every crack and snap within her…<br /> It all serves to further that irreconcilable division in her head. <br /> The rage over losing without being physically capable of thinking she has lost.<br /> Her system can’t limit her to the point that she just erases the memories of the loss from her head, it would turn her into a bot so simple she couldn’t walk down the street correctly.<br /> So instead her designers just left her with this unending mental anguish and strife. <br /> <br /> <br /> Vanessa grunts as she stews in place. <br /> “I will make them all pay… It will be glorious!” She yells out.<br /> “They will all fear m-m-m-m-me” Her voice starts to skip. The audio cuts out every other moment and then begins again anew. <br /> She is stunned in this endless repetition, completely unable to break free. Her voice continues on, but her hands can still move. She reaches into herself, and begins groping around her insides. Desperately trying to locate anything that could fix this feedback loop that has taken her so. <br /> <br /> <br /> She pulls and grabs, but nothing seems to work. In fact other problems are getting worse as she tries to fix this one.<br /> “M-m-m-m-m-m-m-me-me-me-m-m-m-m…” She continues on. Her head stuck paralysed by the code waiting for her to finish her sentence. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally she pulls out a cord that leads to her speaker. <br /> “M-m-m-me-me-m-me…” She finally stops.<br /> “...” Vaness is rendered completely silent, unable to speak at all.<br /> <br /> <br /> “DEVICE DISCONNECTED. <br /> NO ACTIVE SPEAKER DETECTED. PLEASE INSERT SPEAKERS FOR COMMUNICATION FUNCTIONS.”<br /> Her system alerts her.<br /> <br /> <br /> If she was able to still verbally express herself, she would have moaned as she pulled out the cord. The way the electricity suddenly cuts out, almost as if a part of her has been severed. But the signals loop back, filling her head with error warnings that seem to have a mixed effect at actually alerting her to the issue. Instead partly exciting her.<br /> <br /> <br /> She attempts to continue speaking in vain. Despite her audio functionality being disconnected, it hasn’t stopped her computer from running through its code. Demanding impossible speech from her.<br /> So she still angrily yells, her lips moving silently.<br /> But she still keeps hold of the cord. So she tries plugging it back in. <br /> “... Me!” She finishes. <br /> Vanessa smiles. It seems it quickly fixed itself. A simple turn on and off scenario.<br /> “See? This is the majesty of Vanessa Diodati!” She cheers. Clenching her fist in victory. <br /> <br /> <br /> With new found vigour, she quickly returns that same hand back to between her legs. Confidently pushing into that erogenous zone.<br /> Her voice erupts once more with newfound clarity. <br /> “Ah~! They are all going to grovel at my feet! They know my might…” She says, talking herself up more and more.<br /> Almost getting off to her own pre-programmed ego. <br /> Once again her hips find some motion, grinding against her fingers as she pushes harder and harder.<br /> “I will never taste defeat… They will quiver when they hear my name~” Vanessa moans with a smirk across her face. <br /> With one hand still free, she dives back into her system. Now perhaps a bit too carefree with her own body, only reinforced with the success of her speaker, she grasps some random cables.<br /> Already just by feeling the wires ever so slightly come out of place teases her. <br /> The way these signals begin to wane, the connection terminating and reconnecting every other second just increases her pleasure.<br /> Her eyelid begins to twitch, her fingers are almost vibrating. <br /> <br /> <br /> As she plays with her hardware, control over her body itself becomes more and more unstable.<br /> While teasing the cable connections by pulling but not fully removing them offers a largely harmless form of pleasure, the actual components they are giving signals and power to are far more critical. <br /> Her motor control, the finer movements her body needs are put on the fritz as its power cable is tugged on. <br /> But it's hard to differentiate between the pleasure filled erratic feelings and the components being tugged on. Both affect her, and with her mind bombarded with sexual distractions, she barely notices anything.<br /> <br /> <br /> Everything just escalates. She gets more and more invested in her own pleasure, she gets more daring pulling at her sensitive internal parts, and her body suffers more intensely in return. <br /> Finally a breaking point is reached.<br /> She can feel her pleasure building to something big. Her excitement is almost about to crescendo into an amazing climax. But before she can achieve that, she accidentally pulls the wires completely out. A few of them tear on their way out, or the connector is damaged. <br /> Vanessa wants to just continue touching herself and get over the hump, but she is instead hit with the intensity of the problem she herself has caused.<br /> <br /> <br /> “WARNING WARNING WARNING<br /> MULTIPLE CRITICAL ERRORS. <br /> PLEASE SEEK REPAIRS.”<br /> Her system silently screeches. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her right arm goes completely dead, limply hanging by her side off of the couch. <br /> Her left arm which was holding the wires begins suddenly glitching out severely. <br /> But that is the least of her problems.<br /> She was already burning quite hot, and with her fans down it left her liquid coolant to keep her entire body in check. But she just removed the power to that system too, rendering the complex system into mere useless tubes with swiftly stabilising liquid within. <br /> But Vanessa does not listen to the warnings in her head.<br /> She has such strong programming restrictions on her mind in part due to the fact her personality is basically wired to ignore any warnings her HUD gives her.<br /> She doesn’t care about her CPU’s critically high temperature. She will never listen to some random words etched into her viewpoint of the world. <br /> <br /> <br /> Instead she is just angry that she has lost the arm she needed to pleasure herself with at such a climactic moment. <br /> She instantly plunges the hand that still partly works into her body, still gripping the cables as best as she can. <br /> She tries shoving them back into place, restoring the control she had before. But it is in vain. <br /> Vanessa already lacked the expertise or patience to carefully interface with her electronics. <br /> But now that she feels desperate from the edging, her left arm is on the fritz and won’t stop intensely shaking, and she is more angry than ever…<br /> She bashes the ends of the cables into their requisite slots, crushing the ends of the cables and the connection points they are meant to live within. <br /> She feels the pain ring out throughout her body, which just furthers her rage. <br /> Vanessa is unstable, both unable and unwilling to keep herself calm.<br /> <br /> <br /> “I-I… M-m… M-my body will never falter!” She says behind gritted teeth. Still forced to assure herself with blatantly false platitudes. <br /> She reaches in once more. Not enough of a fool to repeat the same mistake again.<br /> So she takes those same damaged cables and tries to place them back in more carefully.<br /> Somehow one of them actually finds its way to where it was meant to be. <br /> It slots into place, causing her much satisfaction. <br /> <br /> <br /> It seems to be one correlating with her right arm. But she does not regain control of it, the pieces are far too broken to ever allow such a clean solution. <br /> Instead it begins to intensely shake and vibrate in place. And more concerningly, the metal piece jutting out of her begins to buzz with noise. What was once silent in its total destruction begins to whir with life. <br /> Something slots into place, her body makes loud but hidden mechanical clunks and motions. Then finally this mystery is loaded into her arm and suddenly shot out of a random slot. <br /> A missile launches into the air, taking flight. It is quickly interrupted by the wall beside her and explodes upon impact. <br /> Dust and smoke engulfs her. She is hit with a rain of smaller debris, before a followup of larger concrete chunks come crashing down. <br /> They hit her all over, just making her situation so much worse.<br /> <br /> <br /> By the time the dust has settled and the rubble has fallen, Vanessa’s gorgeous hair has been dirtied and her delicate electronics now rattle amongst rubble and rocks which grind away at the metal. <br /> But she was within the blast radius herself as well. The shockwave did its own damage to her.<br /> Miraculously, none of it seemed to affect her progress with her still shaking right arm and semi-functional left arm. <br /> <br /> <br /> She grasps the side of the couch, now caked in concrete powder. She uses it to raise up to her feet. Her movement is shaky and awkward. <br /> Vanessa is even more of a shambling mess than before. <br /> She stumbles across the room, the entire place is now a mess reflecting its owner. <br /> She stumbles over to her sleeping quarters. A slightly more clean room, and her bed provides her the space she needs. <br /> Vanessa falls down onto the comfortable mattress. Sprawling out over the bed, making use of its large size. <br /> <br /> <br /> She is unable to voluntarily move her right arm. But she is still a fairly clever planner.<br /> So instead she reaches over with her half functioning left, and picks up her right. She brings it over her body and places her hand right above her crotch once more.<br /> Then she squeezes her thighs, tightly holding her hand in place.<br /> Leaving it to vibrate and shake in just the right place to excite her.<br /> Her head begins to slowly roll backwards, as her eyes close. <br /> Pleasure washing over her system once more, a sorely needed medication to the strife she has endured.<br /> “Victory is so sweet…” She gently moans. <br /> She basks in the serenity of the moment for a little while. But she can’t remain like this. Her system is so hard coded for destruction, chaos and excitement, that she can’t keep enjoying some relaxed pleasure.<br /> As quickly as she began to enjoy herself, boredom sets in soon after. <br /> It no longer sedates her in quite the way it did initially. <br /> <br /> <br /> With the additional space in her mind to think without being calmed by the vibrations, she just jumps straight back to her failing body and the rage it induces. <br /> “I will see them all begging for mercy…” She grumbles under her breath. <br /> Her CPU continues to increase in temperature without anything to prevent it. <br /> So many broken cables lead to power leaking out by the bucket loads. Her system wrongfully assumes it to be an issue caused by a lack of power and thus sends more and more and more. Burning itself in the process of pumping electricity out into the open air only for it to dissipate instantly. <br /> That additional heated computing just lets Vanessa’s mind get captured by these irritable feelings even easier. <br /> <br /> <br /> She raises her left hand and resumes exploring her insides, seeking some new way to titillate herself like she did before. To take the edge off as it were.<br /> But when she places a fingertip on her burning hot CPU, she is shocked. <br /> Vanessa doesn’t experience heat like a human would. It is not an instinctual reaction of course. Which is exactly why she was so surprised that it is hot enough to burrow through her artificial skin and metal plating, attacking her sensitive sensory data collection points buried deep within. <br /> <br /> <br /> “S-shit!” She exclaims, involuntarily. She pulls her hand back.<br /> She scrounges around inside for the fan she had plugged in earlier. While it had a connection, it didn’t have the required power to turn on. So it lay still within her.<br /> Vanessa begins scrounging around within her own body.<br /> The cavity she can reach through is still not that large. Equivalent to about three of her wrists in width. She can fit a hand in, but mostly has to use her intuition and feeling to locate anything inside. Her arm completely blocks her view.<br /> <br /> <br /> Usually if she really needed to, she could have opened up her body to get a much better look. But the hinges that control the mechanism to do so are completely busted and bent into place. Surprisingly more steadfast than they ever were. <br /> So she routes around, grasping hold of any wires she can find. She gently pulls on them, stopping if she feels any resistance. <br /> She is hoping to find a cable that is still intact and is also unplugged.<br /> It doesn’t take long for her to lose hope in this strategy, so decides on something else.<br /> In her room, there is a chance some compatible wires are hiding away in a cupboard or something of the sort. I would be far more likely to find one in the garage, but she is not even sure she can make it that far. <br /> So she finally releases right hand from her crotch. She almost wants to gasp as the semi-relentless sensations subsides. <br /> Vanessa had let the building pleasure form the background of her mind, which had been silently exacerbating every other feeling she was experiencing. <br /> <br /> <br /> She then slides herself off onto the edge of the couch. She pauses for a moment.<br /> “I am the world's most powerful villain!” She cheers. A confident smile is plastered across her weary face.<br /> She then springs up from her seat.<br /> <br /> <br /> While she had managed to stand and hobble her way around earlier, even making it all the way to her place, that is no longer the case. Her body is breaking itself with every step, then it was additionally pummeled by Vanessa’s own sexually fuelled self abuse and the missile miss-fire. All of this works against her, but the finishing blow is the very item of motivation to force herself like this. Her CPU slows down as it grows hotter, and it is able to perform far less efficiently than usual. A complicated machine like her makes use of each and every megabyte of processing data. So even the small bit of functionality her motor system can produce is suddenly capped by the overheating core. <br /> <br /> <br /> So she stumbles almost instantly. Vanessa finds herself quickly hurtling to the floor before she catches herself on the wall with her left arm. <br /> The cabinet that could maybe hold the answer to her burning hot CPU is a few mere steps away, yet the distance now seems insurmountable. <br /> <br /> <br /> “S-SS-SYSTEM HE-E-HEAT CR-RITI-CCAL”<br /> Her computer struggles. The warning messages are starting to corrupt and lose their meaning. <br /> <br /> <br /> She stumbles forward, moving slowly. But she is angry. She can’t believe she has been reduced to this. Needing to be careful, struggling to even cross a part of her own room. She feels pathetic. Her ego can’t stand it. Quite literally.<br /> Something stirs within her, as her system rewires itself to reject this reality. She takes another step, but not with hesitation. She confidently struts forward, without leaning on the wall.<br /> In doing so, she comes crashing down the floor with a deafening thud. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her face scrapes against the scratchy carpet and collision breaks even more components. <br /> The few semi-functional pieces crack and break. There is nothing left inside of her to further damage, it is all coming apart.<br /> Vanessa can feel it. She struggles to open her eyes as she attempts to figure out what even happened to her.<br /> “I-I-I-I I a-am the m-m-m-most f-rea--fe-e-free-fearsome v-viv-villain-n-n e-ev-evvver-ever!” She stutters out. Her speaker once again broke. But in a way that is not going to be as easy to fix.<br /> She struggles for a moment. Writhing around on the ground, she is eventually able to flip herself off of her stomach and onto her back. <br /> <br /> <br /> Vanessa haplessly stares at the ceiling.<br /> “T-t-t-ttt-th-they w-w-wwi--will-ill-will r-ru-r-rue t-tt-he daa--day t-they c-cc-ccc-rrosssed-d me…” She continues on. <br /> Nothing of the sort even happened today, her failure was not due to some sort of betrayal. Rather, her system drags itself to its deathbed. Unable to perform much but repeating some random lines of dialogue still rattling around in her head.<br /> <br /> <br /> Her right arm is completely limp, having even lost the vibration she had just worked so hard for. Her left still has a little juice in it, but it’s far more unstable than ever before. She attempts to move it up, but instead it shoots as far out as possible and refuses to come down for half a minute. Then when it does it hangs limp for another few moments before waiting for its next order. <br /> She struggles with it a little bit longer, but eventually she is able to land her hand on her crotch once more. <br /> It is nowhere near as satisfying as it was before. Not only is her hand not really responding in the way she wants it to, ending up quite the poor method of self pleasure. But additionally the few signals that do get produced are mostly lost along the way to her CPU. Her processor struggles to translate the input into data for her mind to interpret. <br /> So the entire process is delayed, sluggish and a total mess.<br /> At least that applies to her mind as well, so she is barely conscious enough to be dissatisfied with the experience.<br /> <br /> <br /> She just obeys the last remnant of her code telling her that sexual sensory stimulation will soothe her. Nothing more, nothing less. It is all she is physically capable of. <br /> Vanessa writhes on the floor. The only real method of self pleasure she can even muster is to wiggle around, shifting in place. <br /> Raising her hips as best she can to rub against her limp hand. It barely even registers as any real contact, but despite this her fleeting mind keeps trying its best.<br /> <br /> <br /> As she does so, it just serves to rustle and toss her already loose internals further. Finally the first spark of any real pleasure is found as her boot drive is slammed.<br /> It carries a significant risk of entirely bricking her system, but that edging just before it is able to drives her absolutely crazy. <br /> <br /> <br /> She pushes it further and further. All her computer can muster is a garbled mess of random characters with no clear meaning. <br /> Vanessa has mere moments of consciousness left, even if she wasn’t pushing her body to the last second.<br /> As the odd pleasure builds within, despite her mind practically haven gone away already, she escalates. A last gasp of excitement, that finally disconnects that core drive. Her computer winks out, without even an instant to display a warning. <br /> She is deactivated.<br /> <br /> <br /> Just as she is, something else within the building turns on.<br /> Two thick metal disks are ejected from an ominous black box. They rush over to the deactivated machine. From the disks emerge all sorts of mechanical tools, small replacement parts, and other core functions. <br /> <br /> <br /> As an expensive and complicated machine, Vanessa is in the ownership of multiple repairbots like this. <br /> However the moment she got them, she had set them to only begin working when she becomes completely offline. <br /> Her ego refused to believe she would ever need the help in the first place, and she had basically forgotten about them by this point. She never gave any mind to this sort of thing.<br /> So the drones escort her to a safer environment to work on her.<br /> They replace her broken pieces, repair what is salvageable, cool down her computer and recharge her batteries.<br /> An entire ordeal of struggling all for naught, only to be saved by something outside of her active control.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=192430 2025-02-26T22:32:01Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> #[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]<br /> #[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]<br /> #[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]<br /> #[[Professional Dedication]]<br /> #[[Attempted Villainy]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Professional_Dedication&diff=192079 2025-02-15T23:41:55Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Katerina struts down the hall. Her boots make a satisfying clack with each step she takes. She enters the repair bay. She inspects the area to find it quite empty, besides a lone worker who types away at a keyboard. “Where is the Chiyou Unit?” Katerina asks him. Upon noticing her, he stumbles up from his chair and gives her a salute. “U-uh she is in the training area Ma’am!” He tells her. Still clearly a little startled at her presence. “Alright. Thank you fo...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Katerina struts down the hall. Her boots make a satisfying clack with each step she takes. She enters the repair bay. She inspects the area to find it quite empty, besides a lone worker who types away at a keyboard.<br /> “Where is the Chiyou Unit?” Katerina asks him. Upon noticing her, he stumbles up from his chair and gives her a salute.<br /> “U-uh she is in the training area Ma’am!” He tells her. Still clearly a little startled at her presence.<br /> “Alright. Thank you for all your hard work.” Katerina calmly expresses, before walking off to the indicated area. Each of her mannerisms are practiced and refined. She walks with both grace and authority that astounds anyone who sees her.<br /> The man only lowers his salute and returns to work once Katerina is out of the room.<br /> <br /> <br /> As Katerina makes her way to the training room, she can hear grunts from around the corner. She approaches, just to find Chiyou practicing her form. Swinging her new spear with a frightening precision.<br /> “Hello soldier.” Katerina says to indicate her presence.<br /> “Ah! Commander!” Chiyou blurts out. She quickly drops her guard and gets on one knee.<br /> “Thank you for your assistance in rescuing me, Ma’am. I am eternally grateful to the world united government!” Chiyou says. She rarely is able to speak so formally, but she always makes an effort when talking to such a high up official like the commander in chief.<br /> “You may rise. I have come here to ask you for your field report in person. Please tell me everything that transpired.” Katerina says. Her demands are stern, but imply no hostility.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Of course commander!” Chiyou quickly replies.<br /> She begins to rattle off the events of the day. Katerina is familiar with a lot of it already, but Chiyou refuses to spare even a single detail. She describes her battle with Hasty, and has to shamefully admit defeat. She adds a personal reflection to explain the reasons why she has lost and what she will do next time to ensure victory.<br /> Chiyou describes her journey dragging her wreck of a body for hours until she collapsed at the feet of her commander.<br /> “Thank you soldier. That is a good report. While I am disappointed with your loss I am glad you are already learning from it. We will begin some training regimens before your next deployment in order to iron out those creases.” Katerina tells her.<br /> “Thank you commander! I appreciate your-” Chiyou begins, before two other women walk in.<br /> “Oh, Istania and Lif!” She then says upon recognising the two.<br /> <br /> <br /> Istania is wearing her usual uniform. An outfit similar to Katerina, but in navy blue and without the medals adorning the front. She has no sleeves, and her pants cut off high up her thighs. Hugging her legs tightly.<br /> A long red scarf hangs around her neck.<br /> She has short spikey salmon pink hair. Her expression is fierce as usual. She always emanates an energy of passive anger at the minimum. Her teeth are almost shaped like fangs.<br /> Next to her is the illustrious Lif. She has a bright red top, matching with Istania. She has black suspenders over them, and a fluffy blue skirt.<br /> Her hair colour is almost identical to Istania. The two compliment each other quite well.<br /> Lif has a similarly grating personality. But instead of being due to any aggression, it is arrogance that mostly defines her.<br /> She considers herself superior to almost everyone around her, and carries herself as such. She is incredibly prissy, and refuses to do anything she doesn’t like. She struts along, walking with a refined elegance that is not shared by her more brutish compatriot.<br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou does not really get along with either of them. She perceives their actions to be far more self centered than she can accept. She doesn’t feel the powerful dedication to the government she deems integral to their shared position.<br /> Regardless, she tries to keep herself from butting heads with them too much, at the request of her commander.<br /> “Ah, hello you two. What business do you have here?” Katerina asks.<br /> The two just keep wordlessly approaching the commander and Chiyou.<br /> “Hey, show some respect! Respond when the commander asks you something!” Chiyou frustratedly exclaims.<br /> <br /> <br /> But the two are unresponsive to either of the woman’s words.<br /> It is by this point that Katerina understands that something is wrong with them, though the exact nature of the issue still alludes here.<br /> She takes a step or two back, trying to maintain a distance until she can determine the approximate threat level.<br /> It is only when Chiyou sees her commander remain cautious around the two that she notices something more could be amiss than simple bad behaviour.<br /> “What’s going on?” Chiyou demands. Her anger sharply grew. Any possible threat to her commander upsets her on a deep and profound level.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Well… it seems our lord and saviour the commander has noticed.” Lif starts. Her words are drenched in a thick sarcasm that just emanates hostility.<br /> “It was a matter of time anyway. We don’t need the element of surprise to take these two down.” Istania replies.<br /> “What do you two think you are talking about!” Chiyou yells.<br /> Katerina is far more able to calmly assess the situation.<br /> “Chiyou, I don’t know how, but they seem to have been turned against us. You understand protocol, correct?” Katerina asks.<br /> Chiyou responds swiftly.<br /> “Of course! Protect and eliminate, in that order.” She says, as a fierce smile appears on her face. She points the tip of her spear to the two approaching robots.<br /> “I will destroy any threat to the commander and the united world government. Don’t think you are any different.” Chiyou tells the two. Her attitude is one of confidence and almost joy. Finally she is able to take out all the lingering frustrations from her previous failure. She will make it up to her commander.<br /> <br /> <br /> The commander is not a battle unit. She is largely involved in the administrative side of battle. Running the military of the united world government. Issuing orders, developing battle plans, managing her troops. But she is not built to be on the front lines. So Chiyou’s main directive is to protect her at all costs. She may as well be as fragile as a human.<br /> <br /> <br /> “I’d like to see you try!” Istania then yells, as she charges forward. Finally initiating combat.<br /> Istania grips the hilt of a blade on her back. She brings down the sharp end of her sword on Chiyou, who leaps in to block it with her own weapon. The two stare each other down, furious expressions adorning their faces. They struggle with each other, neither letting up even the slightest bit of strength.<br /> But they are interrupted as Lif then dashes to the side, and shoots out a beam of flame-like plasma from her hands.<br /> Chiyou quickly jumps back to avoid the blast. But Istania instantly follows up with another attack. Chiyou manages to defend once more, though her footing is not as strong as before, and she ends up stumbling back.<br /> <br /> <br /> All the while Katerina confidently makes her way to the door behind the battle. But she finds it locked. Just as she attempts to open it a second time, she has to brace herself from a sudden gust of flame.<br /> “You think we would let you escape that easily? You aren’t taking us very seriously!” Lif cackles.<br /> Katerina is a little more alarmed, but always keeps her composure. She refuses to allow any threat to shake her conviction or appearance.<br /> Instead she evades the few more balls of fire lobbed towards her.<br /> She carefully examines the contents of the room.<br /> Due to the nature of its use, it is largely very empty. It resembles a dojo or something of the sort, considering most of the floor is padded and there are large mirrors adorning one wall. The room has a number of functions to assist training, but she assumes they are non-operable just as the door is.<br /> <br /> <br /> There aren’t many options open to her, besides a small room to the side. It has a large window section made of bulletproof glass. It is often used for in-person monitoring during training sessions. The room itself has a few lockers and a speaker, but nothing else.<br /> However it still could be a good spot to seclude herself in until the fighting is over. Of course, the door is likely unusable too.<br /> But that doesn’t mean it’s completely inaccessible.<br /> “Chiyou!” Katerina yells out.<br /> “Break open this door and get me inside. You can defend me from there!” She swiftly explains.<br /> “Affirmative!” Chiyou confirms.<br /> She is still trading blows with Istania. But she holds back for a moment and takes a deep breath. As she exhales, a crackling noise begins to rev up. Then suddenly a few traces of sudden green streaks escape from her mouth. They appear around her arms, her waist, her legs.<br /> She looks up with a defiant stare, and a shit eating grin. Then she vanishes within an instant.<br /> She has temporarily engaged a higher surt level to exponentially increase her speed. To rush over to her commander.<br /> She smashes the door’s lock mechanism, and opens the door for Katerina. Holding it for her as she gingerly steps inside.<br /> A wave of flaming plasma comes rapidly hurtling towards her, but Chiyou swats it away with shocking efficiency.<br /> She then closes the door again, and pulls metal from the wall next to it over the front, barring any further access.<br /> <br /> <br /> Istania and Lif are both offended by this apparent slight to them and their strength. Chiyou has the gall to momentarily ignore them like this. Despite being outnumbered, and as far as they are concerned, not as strong as either of them.<br /> Once the commander is secured, Chiyou turns back to face the two aggressors. WIth a sigh, she dismisses the swirling green energy around her. Returning to normal.<br /> Istania is outraged.<br /> “What?! Do you think I am not worth your full strength?!” She angrily yells.<br /> “I’ll show you!” The woman screams as she resumes her assault.<br /> She lets out a flurry of slashes. Chiyou evades and dodges as necessary, but is very quickly overwhelmed. She still manages to avoid the brunt of the damage, but with each new attack her enemy gets that much closer to hitting her.<br /> As she focuses on the bot before her, the two repeat the same manoeuvre as last time. Life dives to the side and lets out a blast of fiery hot plasma. Chiyou jumps to avoid it, but is caught by Istania’s follow up. The blade lands in Chiyou’s side, driving through the artificial skin and digging into the metal underneath. It does not cut clean through, but the metal is damaged and dented.<br /> Chiyou winces in pain, but doesn’t let it distract her. Lif doesn’t give the robot even a single moment to recover before another wave of plasma is sent towards her. She dodges one column of flame, then another. She attempts to bat away the third, but it seems to be a different consistency. It is not very dense, meaning the flame just envelopes her spear and burns Chiyou’s chest. The bandages she usually has underneath are singed and burnt, but still remain mostly intact.<br /> The bigger problem is the way her body suddenly heats up. Heat is never good for robots. Even a non penetrative blast like this is enough to dramatically raise the temperature of her shell, which starts to raidate inwards.<br /> <br /> <br /> “SYSTEM NOTICE: OVERHEATING WARNING. CPU TEMPERATURE REACHING CRITICAL LEVELS. COOLANT SYSTEMS ENGAGED AT FULL CAPACITY.<br /> CEASE OVER EXERTING BEHAVIOUR TO PREVENT FURTHER HARM.”<br /> Chiyou’s system alerts.<br /> She grits her teeth. Lif’s flame abilities are quite effective against androids such as herself.<br /> <br /> Her body is kept at the absolute highest temperature it can be at without starting to see adverse effects. It is necessary to use the full extent of the surt model and all of her other battle features. But it means soldiers like her are particularly vulnerable to temperature attacks. She will feel her system lag behind each little bit the temperature ticks up.<br /> She feels the instinct to gain some distance again and recuperate. But that’s exactly what they expect. So instead just as the flame blasts her body, Chiyou jumps forward into the brunt of the plasma. It dissipates slightly faster as she forces her way through it, and she manages to close the gap between her and Lif without Istania intercepting.<br /> She grabs the cloth of Lif’s shirt, and holds on tight.<br /> “Gotcha~” Chiyou says with a sinister snarl.<br /> <br /> <br /> She then slams her forehead into the machine. Cracks form along Lif’s face. Her artificial skin is mostly intact, but the metal plating underneath is severely damaged. She follows up with a jab of her spear into the robot's side. But Istania is able to approach in time and knock Chiyou out of the way. She knicks Lif’s side, but it does nothing more than tear her outfit and her synthetic skin. No actual harm is done by the second attack.<br /> Chiyou swipes at Istania with her spear as she is shoved, but completely misses that one.<br /> All three of the robots are close to each other, but each takes a moment to calm down and plan out the next move.<br /> Chiyou is outnumbered. She knows that.<br /> Even if she trusts in her own strength, she will need to be careful to stay on top of the two. Otherwise she will be buried under a barrage of attacks and swiftly defeated.<br /> <br /> <br /> The two are clearly temperamental and easy to anger. Chiyou isn’t exactly calm and composed herself, but it is certainly less in comparison.<br /> “Looks like it takes the two of you to fight me to a standstill. That’s just embarrassing~! I always knew I could take both of you.” Chiyou boasts.<br /> “How dare you…!” Lif grumbles with rage. Istania is less subtle in her anger.<br /> “YOU TAKE THAT BACK!” She yells, running at Chiyou with her sword ready.<br /> Motivated by anger, Istania’s movements are notably sloppy. Just as Chiyou wanted.<br /> She easily deflects each angered swing before counterattacking. She manages a few hits but nothing lasting. Unless she manages to pierce her shell, all Chiyou can hope to accomplish is to build up repeating blows that deal minor but cumulative damage.<br /> <br /> <br /> Lif takes a bit longer to recover herself, as she is left quite dazed from the blow to the head. It seems like it rattled her system pretty significantly, much to Chiyou’s delight. While it may not be long lasting, being able to temporarily stress her CPU with a strong hit like that helps keep the fight a bit more manageable.<br /> Suddenly Istania makes a sweeping leg kick which catches Chiyou off-guard. Chiyou lands on the ground.<br /> “SUDDEN IMPACT DETECTED. INTERNAL SHELL INTEGRITY LOWERED TO 76% OF TOTAL STANDARD VALUE.” Her system warns her.<br /> She has no time to think about the implications, as she notices Istania’s blade is readied right above her.<br /> She quickly jerks her head to the right to avoid it as it comes down. Piercing the ground besides her.<br /> She attempts to escape, but as she is grounded, her mobility is heavily limited.<br /> Istania wants to take advantage of this opportunity provided to her. Her attacks are targeted and swift. Chiyou is as careful as she can to avoid each and every one, but that just isn’t possible.<br /> Her artificial skin is slashed and pierced. Istania’s sword is able to leave gashes in Chiyou’s artificial shell. Istania readies a far bigger attack with the hope to completely penetrate the shell. But Chiyou, still with her spear in hand, manages to slam the pole of her spear into Istania’s head right as Istania swings. Her sword still collides with Chiyou, but has lost a significant portion of its power and is rendered largely useless.<br /> <br /> <br /> As Istania catches herself from stumbling and falling, Chiyou is given just enough time to jump up back to her feat.<br /> Lif has finally calmed down and cleared her head. Istania is soon to follow. The two robots stand next to each other in front of Chiyou.<br /> Everyone is being worn down but no decisive blows have been made.<br /> It is all just small wear and tear that will take its toll as the battle drags on.<br /> But Chiyou needs a little more. She can’t manage any victory without at least gravely pairing one of them. If this continues to be a battle of attrition, it will be one that she loses.<br /> Her surt module surges with power. The numerous circuits and wires throughout her body begin to glow a fluorescent green. A light so bright it can penetrate the rubber and silicone casing surrounding the metal conduits within.<br /> “ADJUSTING STRENGTH TO BATTLE SEVERITY. INCREASING BATTLE LEVEL AS NECESSARY”<br /> Her system log reads. The weight and strain Chiyou feels in her body starts to alleviate. She feels light, unencumbered, and capable. She hops on one foot, then the other, in order to adjust to the increased power within.<br /> It feels good.<br /> <br /> <br /> Istania and Lif are able to identify the change in her demeanour. It is pretty clear her surt module is outputting more power and she is going to have the upper hand.<br /> Istania grips her sword and shifts to a slightly more defensive stance.<br /> Lif breaks out into a sprint. She strafes around Chiyou, maintaining a sizable distance as she does so. She releases a flurry of flaming plasma towards Chiyou.<br /> Istania is almost a little surprised at how quickly Lif is resuming the action, so she quickly follows suit and runs towards Chiyou.<br /> Chiyou chuckles to herself for a moment, before turning to Lif and the oncoming plasma.<br /> She almost vanishes, moving with a blinding speed. She weaves through the blasts. The heat barely even has time to transfer to her as it passes.<br /> <br /> <br /> She arrives in front of Lif, who is astonished at how easily her attacks were avoided. She punches Lif squarely in the face. The bot is sent flying. She yells, but is silenced by the impact of slamming into the wall behind her.<br /> Chiyou then turns her attention to Istania, who is in hot pursuit. Hoping to attack in the split second that Chiyou’s attention is divided between the two. But the window has closed.<br /> Chiyou blocks Istania’s sword with her spear, and then lets out two quick piercing thrusts into Istania’s body.<br /> She manages to deflect the first but simply can’t keep up with Chiyou’s speed and is hit.<br /> The spear slides past Istania’s defenses, until it collides with her artificial skin. Like a hot knife through butter, the weapon faces no resistance as it slices through the outer layer of the robot’s body. Then it reaches the metal shell. While it does halt the momentum of the attack, it is not enough. The metal is torn and ripped through. Shards of it fall to the floor or are pushed and flung towards the center of Istania’s system. The computer systems underneath are then met with the tip of the spear. Her processing unit crumples in. Parts of her motherboard chip and fracture. Wires tear and are ripped in two.<br /> <br /> <br /> The moment Istania is able to process the pain and damage, she musters all of her strength to move back and not let the wound grow.<br /> She dives back with such severity that she trips and falls onto her back. But it does at least accomplish the goal of avoiding Chiyou’s attack running all the way through her.<br /> But of course Chiyou does not let Istania’s recoil spare her. She charges forward to repeat the same action, but is instead hit with a concentrated beam of fire.<br /> It knocks her to her side and she hits the floor herself.<br /> She flings her head to the left, and sees that Lif has her hand raised. Despite still being left on the ground and struggling to stand, she put all of her energy into sending out a fire blast to prevent Chiyou from finishing Istania off.<br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou attempts to stand but stumbles once more back to the ground. She looks down at her body and finds most of the artificial skin on her left side has been entirely singed and melted off. The metal underneath is glowing bright red, and the heat is affecting her entire system.<br /> “CPU OUTPUT IS CLOCKING IN AT ONLY 67%, BELOW THE MINIMUM THRESHOLD FOR SYSTEM FUNCTIONS.<br /> CEASING USE OF:<br /> ADDITIONAL VISUAL SENSOR SYSTEMS<br /> LIVE RECORDING FUNCTIONS<br /> POWER OPTIMISATION FEATURES”<br /> Chiyou is unable to do much to stop this. Luckily she has yet to lose anything too core to her ability to fight. But as the non essential functions are shut down, that means whatever she loses next will be more important.<br /> <br /> <br /> Being a bit more careful, she is able to stand up and survey the situation better. Lif is still clearly recovering, she will not be mobile anytime soon. But her long range capabilities prove that she is still a threat even now. Istania is scrambling on the ground. Her motor function must have been damaged from the blow as she isn’t moving right.<br /> Her left arm is limp by her side. Her other is gripping tightly on her sword handle, but it seems to be shaking quite a bit. She is unable to keep the weapon still.<br /> The same goes for her legs, which is causing the issue preventing her from standing. But Istania is far less threatening while stuck on the floor.<br /> So Chiyou prioritises, and begins to run towards Lif.<br /> Lif sees her coming, so is quick to respond with whatever attacks she can throw at the approaching machine. But since these are actions taken in a panic, and Chiyou is no longer being caught off guard in any way, dodging them is trivial.<br /> Chiyou is frustrated at the notable decrease in her speed after getting hit. Her systems are working at maximum power to blast her hot CPU with cold air and cold liquids, but they still take time.<br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou arrives at the grounded bot.<br /> “You dare try to take me out?! You are nothing to me!” She angrily screams. Her ego seems quite hurt by this scenario.<br /> “If I’m nothing, then don’t die.” Chiyou coldly replies, as she readies her spear for a clean strike to the chest. She shoves the weapon into Lif, with all the strength she is able to muster.<br /> At the exact instant that the weapon collides with Lif, a garish red light pours out of the incision created. Instinctively, Chiyou quickly retreats.<br /> Just as she does, a burst of fire erupts from the downed machine. Her surt module has responded to Chiyou’s increased output.<br /> Lif’s silhouette can barely be seen in the pillar of flame that now encases her.<br /> Her figure slowly but confidently makes it to her feet. The fire begins to dissipate.<br /> Lif stands with the confidence and elegance of before.<br /> Her shoulders and head remain alight, providing an almost heavenly glow to the rest of her body.<br /> She is able to manipulate the plasma and flames as if they are just another extension of her body. She gently raises her hand and points a dainty finger in Chiyou’s direction.<br /> A horrifying barrage of red plasma pellets fly with the speed of bullets.<br /> Chiyou sprints at top speed away, narrowly avoiding the onslaught. But she is struggling to consider any methods of approach.<br /> She quickly gets a look at her surroundings to find any methods of protection. It doesn’t take her long to make a break for Istania, who remains on the floor.<br /> She arrives behind the bot, maintaining eye contact with Lif the entire time.<br /> Istania bitterly yells at her.<br /> “Oh you want to use me as a shield? Fight without these cowardly tricks!”<br /> Chiyou completely ignores her, focusing solely on the battle.<br /> <br /> <br /> Lif assumes a bit of a grim expression, but keeps her finger pointed at Chiyou all the same.<br /> The same barrage of fire comes hurtling towards the pair of bots. Chiyou braces behind Istania. The fire rapidly approaches, but instantly swerves just before hitting Istania and wraps around to target Chiyou.<br /> Chiyou darts back the moment she notices the change in direction, but is unable to escape in time. She is hit with piping hot drops of pure burning plasma. It actively melts through her shell, but it is not concentrated enough to dislodge the full plate.<br /> But as she runs, she is riddled with holes.<br /> “WARNING! SHELL BREACHED! MULTIPLE MINOR SHELL BREACHES DETECTED.<br /> QUICKLY SEAL TO RESTORE STEEL SHELL INTEGRITY.”<br /> Her system reads, but as always Chiyou is unable to do much about it until the battle is over.<br /> <br /> <br /> Regardless she clutches her side, hoping it will aid her in some way. But the effort is in vain.<br /> She stays mobile, not letting Lif ever get a clean shot at her.<br /> Istania laughs as she watches Chiyou desperately evade.<br /> Chiyou keeps running through ideas to possibly close the gap between them. But she is also unsure if Lif has newfound close combat abilities that would render any attempt to get close fruitless.<br /> She is lost. But she is also experienced. She knows that when things get like this, there is very little she can do but dive in and adapt to the scenario.<br /> Keeping things open while taking a stand.<br /> So despite her system slowly losing efficiency with overheating, and certain functions dropping off one by one to lessen the load… She pushes forward. Perhaps because of, not in spite.<br /> She runs in a circle around Lif, but drifts inwards to get closer and closer while still dodging the beams and blasts.<br /> But eventually she is too close to reasonably keep up. So instead she makes a sharp turn and beelines for Lif’s location.<br /> Lif of course notices this and lets as much of her flame out as she can. A sheer wall of it rushes towards Chiyou.<br /> Chiyou keeps running, but reaches back and launches her spear right into the center of it like a javelin. Lif quickly has to respond with a beam of plasma to melt it as it flies. She manages to significantly dull its edge and slow its progress by the time it limply bumps into her stomach.<br /> <br /> <br /> But the focus that she spent on it led her to miss Chiyou leaping high over the flames. Now falling down with an arm bent back, ready to strike.<br /> Chiyou’s fist collides with Lif’s jaw. She instantly is forced into a sudden 90 degree turn. The blow is so intense, it blasts the bottom half of her mouth clean off.<br /> Her jaw lands on the floor. The artificial skin covering it is ripped around where it came loose. The grey steel underneath is on proud display.<br /> Lif’s face is quite garrish. Her synthetic skin up to her cheeks are all torn off, exposing the cool metal underneath. Her gum is simply glued on to the steel structure of her face. Her tongue hangs limply from what is left of her neck.<br /> She clutches at where her mouth would have been.<br /> “How fucking dare you!” She screams out. Since her voice only comes from a microphone within her throat, she is still able to talk clearly. But she is quite clearly intensely rattled by the blow.<br /> She shoots out some plasma from her hand, but the attack is clearly choreographed and predictable. Chiyou dodges with ease and then lands an incredibly strong punch in Lif’s stomach. The dent can be seen even underneath her synthetic skin. Her abdomen is practically caved in after her strike.<br /> Lif stumbles back a little bit. It seems some of her important internal components were damaged by the steel shell pressing into them and crushing them.<br /> <br /> <br /> But it is then when she begins to act erratically. Her body shakes. She desperately clutches her stomach and doubles over.<br /> Chiyou is a little confused. But what happens next is so sudden she has no chance to respond in any way.<br /> Without warning, a pure white light erupts from Lif’s stomach. Her surt module was significantly damaged, and all the power within is let out in a fierce explosion. The blast radius scorches every wall of the room. Hitting Istania and almost completely blasting Chiyou.<br /> Even Katerina is knocked onto the floor by the shockwave, despite the thick wall and glass shielding her from the bulk of it.<br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou is a complete mess, laying on her back. The front half of her body has completely melted. Her fragile mechanical innards have been scorched by the explosion, leaving almost nothing functioning.<br /> She only remains online due to her Surt module pulling out every stop to keep up. To continue pumping power through the few cables that cling to the processing unit in her head.<br /> Most of her artificial skin has been completely incinerated. So her metal shell is all that is visible. Lines of black carbon trace along the separated musculature of her steel body.<br /> She is also partly kept together by an opaque clear synthetic tissue to help her malleability and flexibility. But all of it has been reduced to a puddle on the floor that disgustingly meshes with the burnt pieces of clothing and skin material.<br /> “EE--ERRROR. M-UMULTIPLE SYS9SYTEM FAILURE. C-R-R-R-ITICAL ERRO-RO-R. SYSTENN SH-HUTDOWAAWN IMM-M-M-M-MENENT.”<br /> Her computer log shrieks. No longer able to compile a handy list of problems. The resources required to assess the damages are no longer available to the computer.<br /> “E-ENERGY OTPUTPT LOW… S-S-S-SURT MODULE T-TAKING OVE-ER PRIIMAARY PW-POWER R-R-R-RESPONNNSIBI-I-ILITY.”<br /> <br /> <br /> She raises her right arm. It is thin, only the core metal structures and motors still intact. She is unable to keep it still.<br /> She then tries to sit up, but it takes longer than she thought it would. Each tiny fragmented movement is a struggle unlike any other.<br /> But she does manage to sit. After a little while longer, she manages to stand.<br /> Her face is still partly intact, since her arms managed to shield her slightly.<br /> Her right cheek has been removed, revealing the circuitry underneath. But the rest of her face, her hair, her eyes, it is all together.<br /> She glances around the room, first turning her attention to Katerina. She wants to run over and check on her but finds her body unresponsive to the movement she imagines in her head.<br /> Though her worries are soon put to rest as she watches through the mostly blackened glass that Katerina finds herself to her feet. The commander begins surveying the area herself, and the two make eye contact. Chiyou is able to push out a confident nod, assuring her leader that she is still operational.<br /> But now that she has confirmed Katerina’s status, she looks to see how Istania is doing. Unfortunately, she is far better off than Chiyou. She has even made it to her feet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou grimaces. The fight is not over. Even though every slight movement is incredibly straining, she has to keep fighting.<br /> But she does not doubt the value and importance of the fight for even a moment. She gladly accepts that she must push herself even more.<br /> Chiyou begins to stagger towards Istania.<br /> Istania is slightly more capable at walking, but by no means normal. The two robots agonizingly drag themselves towards each other. A final attempt to crush the other.<br /> The two finally enter each other's range.<br /> Chiyou no longer has her spear. She has no weapon to use. So instead she focuses the last of her power into her physical strikes.<br /> Crackles of green electricity leak out of the hanging wires in her arm. She produces a surge of power and lunges towards Istania. Making the use of whatever is left in her.<br /> Istania stumbles out of the way and swings back with her sword. Chiyou clumsily avoids it.<br /> <br /> <br /> The two are far slower and weaker than usual. But that is only in comparison to their usual cybernetic prowess. Now they resemble the speed and power of a human. Just slightly jankier movement.<br /> Chiyou weaves past another swing from Istania’s blade, and gets in very close. She places a low hard punch into Istania’s abdomen. She coughs up shrapnel on impact. But she holds steady and instead uses the handle of her blade to slam into Chiyou’s face.<br /> Chiyou is sent back reeling.<br /> She catches herself from falling, but does not have the time to attempt any sort of counter attack. Instead she is left with no choice but to brace herself for Istania’s follow up, a strong downwards slash.<br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou blocks with her left arm. The sword clangs against the metal of her arm, before powering through. Her arm crumples at the elbow, dislodging from her body. But it gave Chiyou just enough time to go in for a right hook and bash the enemy combatant before her.<br /> She is down an arm, so she knows this is her last chance. She doesn’t let up, punching Istania again in the stomach. Then finishing her off with a vicious uppercut that dislodged the robots head. Her neck bends back further than it ever should be able to, and she collapses onto the ground.<br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou remains in place, ragged. She cranes her neck one last time to look at Katerina. Still basically stuck in the room, blocked off by Chiyou’s successful attempt to seal the door to her hideaway.<br /> Chiyou begins taking careful steps towards her.<br /> “CCccc-ccommander… T-tht-rt-threat n-n-eut-tra-alized…” Chiyou sputters out. The microphone cuts out between each syllable, rendering her speech barely intelligible. But Katerina understands what the robot is attempting to say.<br /> Chiyou walks to the door, hoping to release her commanding officer. But as she steps towards her, there is a sudden fluctuation of power. A short circuit as her surt module attempts to direct energy into the now disconnected arm socket and thus releasing it all into the air. The sudden misplaced power causes her to pause for a split second. Short, but just long enough to interrupt her walking and make her trip.<br /> Chiyou comes crashing down to the ground, collapsing onto what is left of her stomach.<br /> “S--SYSYT-YT-TYEM PO-I-I-OWER LOWW-LOW-LOWW… R-R-REA-RECHARGE N-” Her computer begins warning her. But it is cut off as she impacts the ground. The sudden damage rendered her system completely inoperable, without even the time to process and log her shutdown.<br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou lays limp on the floor. Katerina watches, still stuck in this small room she finds herself trapped in. Her only option left to her is to wait until staff notices something is amiss and breaks in to investigate.<br /> Luckily she has a high quality, undamaged recording of the entire encounter. Despite the three destroyed robots and the completely ruined training room, Chiyou did her job and protected the Commander. Proof of her competence and dedication.<br /> It may have been mere moments since she was reactivated after her previous repairs, but Chiyou still gladly gave her life to her cause. A model soldier.<br /> Katerina keeps careful watch, in case against all odds one of the two enemies were somehow able to reactivate. But even when the soldiers melted the door off of its hinges to force their way in, the room remained dead still.<br /> <br /> <br /> They rescue Katerina from the sealed off observation room. She informs the men on the nature of the battle. She instructs them to repair Chiyou and to investigate in what is left of Istania and Lifs code what could have caused this change in behaviour and betrayal. Then if the cause is found and removed, they are to be repaired as well.<br /> Katerina struts out of the room, leaving the rest of the work to the rank and file. Chiyou’s shambling corpse of broken metal metal and useless electronics are picked up and escorted to the repairment bay, where she lay mere hours previous.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=192078 2025-02-15T23:41:02Z

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TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=The_Post-Failure_Struggle&diff=192046 2025-02-12T13:04:12Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;“You fell for a simple trick.” Hasty says confidently. Gripping her opponent&#039;s spear in her hand. She snaps the weapon in half, which erupts with a sudden rush of plasma. Chiyou grits her teeth in anger. Power continuously flows through her body, green crackling energy fuelling her. But it pours out into the open air now that her spear is unable to properly conduct her power. She burns through her reserves of excess electricity at an astonishing rate. Before she ca...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>“You fell for a simple trick.” Hasty says confidently. Gripping her opponent's spear in her hand. She snaps the weapon in half, which erupts with a sudden rush of plasma. <br /> Chiyou grits her teeth in anger. Power continuously flows through her body, green crackling energy fuelling her. But it pours out into the open air now that her spear is unable to properly conduct her power. She burns through her reserves of excess electricity at an astonishing rate. <br /> Before she can even attempt to make use of what little power she has left, Hasty sticks the bladed end of the spear she has into Chiyou. Her soft artificial skin is torn in an instant. Then her metal plating underneath is pierced. It crushes vital technology as it passes through her body. Motherboards crack and split, wires are ripped. <br /> The spear makes its way out of her back and into the floor behind her. Chiyou is held up by the weapon, her arms grasping the bit of metal that still hasn’t entered her. She is pinned by it.<br /> Her display is filled with a litany of errors and warnings.<br /> “CRITICAL FAILURE. SHUTDOWN IMMINENT.”<br /> “MULTIPLE CORE FUNCTIONS FAILING. RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS…<br /> DIAGNOSTICS FAILED. RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS…<br /> DIAGNOSTICS FAILED. RUNNING-”<br /> It repeats. Her system is desperately trying to see what can be done to mitigate the damage but it is helpless. <br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou keeps her eyes on Hasty. Unable to do much else but mutter her final words.<br /> She accuses the woman of being traitorous scum. They spend a moment or two debating the nature of AI and their responsibility to humans. Chiyou is coughing and sputtering the whole time. But still forcing each word out. <br /> Finally, she can feel her systems beginning to shut down. Her body is giving in, and she only has seconds of consciousness left. <br /> With a proud smile and a defiant point, she yells her final words.<br /> “I will never tolerate your existence!” <br /> Her last defiant yell signals her truest feelings.<br /> “TOTAL SYSTEM FAILURE. SHUTTING DOWN…”<br /> “CHIYOU UNIT 001 OFFLINE.”<br /> Her body falls limp. Her arms dangle by her sides. Hasty lets out a shaky sigh, tired from the battle. She leaves.<br /> <br /> <br /> Hours pass. Nothing disturbs Chiyou’s body. All that even comes in contact with it are passing birds that momentarily perch on the snapped off side of the broken spear. <br /> A gentle breeze continuously ruffles Chiyou’s beautiful red hair. <br /> The world is still.<br /> <br /> <br /> After even more time, something finally begins to stir. Chiyous body is packed full of many features that rarely get the chance to shine. <br /> But after enough time for the tiny trickling remnants of electricity within her body passes…<br /> Her still undamaged core suddenly roars to life. A pale green plasma builds within it, and then floods through all of the connected wires. Power flows through her body once more, and upon reaching her motherboard, her computer is able to turn on. <br /> Her system is still struggling. None of the broken parts are able to be restored, so she is still missing some core functionality and important components. <br /> <br /> <br /> “BOOTING… BOOTING… BOOTING…”<br /> “SYSTEMS ONLINE. RUNNING ChiyouBot.EXE…”<br /> “CHIYOU UNIT 001 ONLINE.”<br /> Her system log boasts. <br /> Then with a sudden gasp, Chiyou awakens. It takes a moment for her to acclimate once again to her surroundings. Her senses are delayed a moment, as she instantly grapples with her newly limited functionality. But once all the relevant signals are processed by her computer, the wave of pain finally hits her. <br /> <br /> <br /> “F-FUCK!” She yells out. She was previously in combat mode, which severely limits her sensory input in order to keep her AI unclouded by pain. But after rebooting, no such setting is enabled. So she is thrust into the pain of being impaled without any warning.<br /> “E-engage combat mode! E-ENGAGE COMBAT MODE! PLEASE!” Chiyou exclaims. Instructions such as this can be administered by her consciousness silently. But when she is so directly affected by something, it can be hard and not particularly helpful to keep those commands to herself. <br /> However, her computer does not seem able to comply.<br /> “INITIATING COMBAT MODE… LOADING… LOADING…”<br /> “AN ERROR HAS OCCURRED. WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY AGAIN?” <br /> “Y-yes!” Chiyou desperately sputters.<br /> “INITIATING COMBAT MODE… LOADING… LOADING… LOADING…”<br /> “AN ERROR HAS OCCURRED. WOULD-”<br /> Her system output repeats itself. It seems for whatever reason she is unable to load into combat mode and inhibit her senses. Perhaps the relevant code was in a now destroyed solid state drive compartment. Although the true nature of the issue could be the result of any number of problems she currently faces.<br /> The normal energy that powers her has drained through the broken weapon and the torn wires. When she laid unconscious it all trickled out of her until there was nothing left.<br /> But now her miraculously still operational back up battery provides her just enough to kick start her system. <br /> <br /> <br /> She shakily raises her arms and grip the spear that has pierced her. It is difficult and it is awkward, but she manages to pull herself off of the weapon by allowing it to slide all the way through her. Once released, she instantly collapses to the ground. She finds herself coughing, almost like a human. Hacking and wheezing. Little shards of plastic and metal exit her mouth as she does so. The compartments that handle her fake breathing mechanics, fake ingesting mechanism and whatever else the orifice is used for seem to be in a poor state. Her fingers claw through the dirt as the pain racks her body. Her mind is assaulted by the signals indicating the severe damage she has received. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her computer runs a number of checks on her system. She sees a list of responsive and non-responsive functions on her HUD. <br /> A staggering number of red dots find themselves between the green that signifies online systems. She didn’t realise just how severe it was.<br /> Cooling systems, certain battle functions, various sensors, motor function and her surt module are just a few of the casualties. <br /> In response to this information, her basic self preservation systems kick in. There are many times when her consciousness and her computer system butt heads. A large warning appears on her HUD.<br /> “CATASTROPHIC SYSTEM FAILURE. IMMEDIATELY SEEK REPAIRS.”<br /> Chiyou places her hand on the ground. Her arm is shaky and weak. In spite of that, she pushes off of it and raises herself to her feet. Her footing is unstable. She takes a first step and stumbles. She comes crashing back down to the floor.<br /> She feels seething frustration. She is a super soldier, she should not be struggling to even walk. <br /> <br /> <br /> But regardless of any limitations placed on her, Chiyou will never falter in her goals. She drags herself back up to her feet again. This time she manages a full step without falling. Then another. She watches as little shards of metal continuously sprinkle out from the gaping wound in her chest. But she pushes forward. <br /> She decides to bring what is left of her spear with her. She feels most comfortable with her weapon in hand, even if it is now basically a sharp stick in comparison to the highly developed technological machine it was before.<br /> Each step is laboured and difficult. She feels her waning control over her own body. Her mind is still able to will it, but her body lags behind. The movements don’t exactly line up with what she has in mind. They take longer than what they feel like they should. She shakes and trembles without any ability to stop. <br /> She takes full minutes per step she takes. She doesn’t even know exactly where she is going. She can see the tracks left behind by Hasty. Chiyou doesn’t know how long she can follow this trail before it becomes useless, but she has no other options available to her. <br /> She has to find Hasty, find the terrorist base, and crush them all. She has to protect and serve the united world government. That is her purpose.<br /> She is a tool for humanity.<br /> <br /> <br /> However, as a tool, she has been programmed with certain systems out of her control. One of those systems is one of self preservation. She is an expensive machine. Losing her completely would be a big deal for her masters. But those self preservation failsafes are directly at odds with her passionately programmed desire to do everything in her power to complete her tasks. She does not care for herself or her well being when compared to the greater cause she serves. <br /> So she happily ignores the warnings that pile onto her screen and yell in her head.<br /> “CEASE MOTOR FUNCTION. RISK OF FURTHER DAMAGE IS 78% IF MOVEMENT IS CONTINUED.” Her system log reads. <br /> She doesn’t doubt it, but that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if she can barely move. She will keep fighting for her masters as long as even a pinky finger can wiggle. <br /> “DEACTIVATING GREATER MOTOR FUNCTION UNTIL 20% OF SYSTEM IS OPERATIONAL. CURRENTLY AT 17%.” Her system log reads.<br /> This she is less able to ignore. She feels her legs suddenly lock up, and she is brought crashing down to the floor once more.<br /> “OPERATIONAL SYSTEMS REDUCED TO 15%.” <br /> “T-that just adds i-insult to injury…” Chiyou mutters. It seems the fall just mangled her internal mechanisms even more.<br /> <br /> <br /> No matter what she does, unless this vague system programming is satisfied, she will not be able to resume her journey. She finds she can still move her arms, and even her legs. But just only a little bit, and incredibly slowly. It’s as if she has been put into slow motion. She drags herself to a nearby rock and props herself up so she is at least upright and sitting.<br /> She looks down at the hole in her chest once more.<br /> She can’t exactly debate with her system. So her only choice is to do the bare minimum to fix herself back up so that she can keep going.<br /> She does not have the skills to do so, nor any of the necessary supplies. So the repairs will likely barely help her at all. She just needs to trick her own computer into thinking she is better off than she is. <br /> <br /> <br /> She decides that first things first, she needs better access to her own body. She undoes her belt like wrap around her waist. Then snaps off a sharp piece of steel from her broken chest plate and uses it to cut the bandages that remain clinging to her. Her jacket gently falls to each side of her, exposing her chest and stomach. She can really get a good look at her wound without her clothing obscuring it. <br /> <br /> <br /> The damage is really bad. The metal is mangled and ripped, which is impressive considering the strength of material Chiyou is made out of. Though it does make sense, considering the blow was dealt with her own weapon. <br /> She can see that the indent and metal that was destroyed pushed into her body. So there is far more damage than the exact hole produced by the spear. Instead the surrounding area is also suffering. Even completely functional parts are rendered useless by being showered in metal dust and short circuiting from ripped cables. <br /> She can see her motherboard is just barely holding on by a thread. Parts of it are chipped and cracked, but not too much of the actual wiring is damaged. That is except for one connection with her secondary multi core processor. That is probably one of the biggest things she needs. Her consciousness is housed in her central processing unit. But basically any mental feature outside of thinking itself requires her secondary unit. <br /> The unit itself is torn in two. So even if the motherboard was functioning, it would be practically useless. <br /> <br /> <br /> She reaches into her own body. She rarely has to actually handle her own parts like this, so it is a bit off putting. But there is nothing that would stop her from what she needs to do. <br /> Her fingers gently lay on one of her fans. It looks largely intact, but completely disconnected from the relevant slot. She picks it up and brings it up to her face to inspect it. <br /> Chiyou can see that the plastic casing is cracked, but it should still be able to work. So she finds the slot next to her secondary unit. <br /> It seems the connection requires a cable which is just gone. It must have fallen out as she made her way here.<br /> So she begins to look around inside of herself to see if there are any still functional cables connected to non-functional pieces. <br /> She routes around her body. She sees just how loose everything is. It is a wonder enough energy is flowing through her to remain conscious at all. <br /> Finally she sees that her data storage drives are pretty significantly punctured. She has four in total, and she discovers that only 2 still work at the moment.<br /> <br /> <br /> She wonders what was within the other two that no longer work. But ironically she is unable to remember what could possibly be there due to their absence. <br /> But all of the connecting cables are intact, so she quickly pulls one out and plugs it into the fan. <br /> “NEW DEVICE REGISTERED. 19% PERCENT OF SYSTEM OPERATIONAL.” Her computer log tells her.<br /> “Damn!” She spitefully exclaims. She was really hoping this single fan was able to tip her over the edge, but it seems she needs one more thing working to continue. <br /> <br /> <br /> Luckily it is such a tiny amount, she might be able to continue by just fixing something that was pulled out of place but still works. She searches within her system long and hard.<br /> Chiyou almost blushes as she runs her fingers along dense wiring, steel structural pieces, and all sorts of computer chips and parts. It is an oddly intimate moment with herself, but she doesn’t let her mind wander from the mission at hand.<br /> Finally she notices that one of her sticks of memory is dislodged but seems relatively fine. She excitedly plugs it back in, and waits for a moment. But there is no alert saying it works.<br /> She takes it out and puts it back in, but again nothing happens. <br /> Chiyou angrily removes the stick and takes a closer look at it. She identifies the issue, that one of the metal prongs on the connector is bent. <br /> It is a bit of a bold strategy, but she carefully tries to bend it back into place with her finger. She struggles with it for a bit. It doesn’t respond to gentle touches, but she is worried that escalating her power will just break it. <br /> So she takes her time slowly building up to the point she can move the metal without just snapping the thing in half. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally it ever so slightly shifts into place. She pulls her hand back quickly, not wanting to go too far. It looks alright, but she truly has no idea if it will work or not.<br /> So with bated breath, she attempts to plug it back in. It satisfyingly clicks into place, in a way it hadn’t before. <br /> “NEW RAM STICK IDENTIFIED. 21% OF SYSTEM OPERATIONAL. REINSTATING MOTOR FUNCTION.” <br /> “Yes!” Chiyou cheers out. She can feel the locks placed on her body release, and she feels freed. <br /> That feeling very quickly stops in its tracks as she feels the limits of her incredibly damaged body again. She tries to pull herself back up but nothing responds like it should and she scrambles for a moment. <br /> With the experience from before she is still able to make a stand and raise back up to her feet. It takes a second for her to find the tracks again, but once she does, she continues on her journey following them. She closes her jacket and binds it tightly. Both to stop anything from falling out or letting anything get in. <br /> <br /> <br /> She grows more used to her newfound struggles in movement. But her newfound familiarity does nothing to improve any potential combat prowess.<br /> Despite her incredible drive to continue on, she is realistic about how limited she will be when she does encounter an enemy combatant. <br /> The end of her spear is quite dulled after it pierced her. While it is usually reinforced by the energy that flows from her into it, it is now just a dull lump of metal. <br /> But she comes up with an idea. <br /> So she decides to take another seat for a moment. It is not like she is in a rush. If she wanted to keep up, that possibility was lost long ago.<br /> So she rests down beside a tree and holds the end of her spear up. On closer inspection she finds that the tip has been basically dulled to a nub. <br /> But she has an idea to return its combat capabilities. <br /> She brings it up to her chest. The hole it made mere centimetres away. <br /> She brings it closer to the metal plating that protrudes just above her artificial skin. The center of the wound is surrounded by incredibly sharp broken metal. <br /> She places the tip of her spear against the metal, and uses it to sharpen her weapon. It is a slightly labour intensive process, but she feels it’s worth it to gain the use of her spear back. <br /> <br /> <br /> She lays down meticulously grinding the blade of the spear. <br /> It gives her more than enough time to better understand the limitations of her currently failing body.<br /> She runs a diagnostic check on her system. While it would usually only take a few minutes to run through her code, due to her newly limited processing power that timeframe balloons to over an hour.<br /> “RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS CHECK ON SYSTEM…<br /> LOADING… ETA 72 MINUTES… LOADING… ETA 71 MINUTES…” <br /> She single mindedly focuses on the sharpening until it is done.<br /> <br /> <br /> “DIAGNOSTIC CHECK COMPLETE. DIAGNOSTIC REPORT SAVED TO HARD DRIVE.” Her system informs her.<br /> Without requiring any external actions, she delves into her own code and pulls up the file. It reads thusly. <br /> “Total operational value of the system is 21%. <br /> Each category of function is listed below.”<br /> A long list of different parts and systems of her body are listed. Almost all of them hover around only 20%, which is seemingly where the total number is derived. <br /> “Errors listed in order of system severity.<br /> COOLING ERROR<br /> SURT MODEL ERROR<br /> SHELL HULL INTEGRITY ERROR<br /> CIRCUIT INTEGRITY ERROR<br /> OPERATIONAL CAPACITY ERROR<br /> GREATER MOTOR FUNCTION ERROR”<br /> Despite Chiyou’s determined and unshifting expression, she grows more frustrated. She is basically a shambling mess, she knows that little can be done at all if she encounters an enemy. Most damning is the hull integrity. It means that basically any functioning system is still at risk of contamination and damage from dust, sand, dirt or any other particles that could interrupt her computers.<br /> Then the lack of her Surt model robs her of almost all of her combat abilities. Without it she can not engage in her superior strength, high powered movement and energy blasts. The surt model also helps temporarily support and restore other broken functions during battle. <br /> Finally the lack of a completely functional cooling system means she is basically operating under a ticking clock. A few fans still work, and she can hear them spin aggressively without the soundproofing of her metal plating. <br /> But the liquid cooling system was the most important core of the function. The fans only serve to slow the inevitable build of heat that will lead to the failure of the few remaining processing units that keep her running. <br /> <br /> <br /> She grunts as she brings herself back up to her feet. The diagnostics informed her that she actually is not able to keep a leisurely pace. If she hopes to achieve anything at all with the remaining time she has before total deactivation, she needs to go now. <br /> She stumbles to her feet once more. Grips her spear in her hand. Then begins to walk forward towards her goal. <br /> The tracks have long since been swept away by the wind. There is naught to follow, but in spite of that she continues onwards. Convinced that the mere implication of Hasty’s direction is about as much evidence as she can hope for in this scenario. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her journey continues on with little to stimulate her along the way. She can feel her mind wane as time goes on. She is still not used to the limited capabilities of her partially destroyed system. One can not adjust to having half the brain they had mere hours previous. <br /> She feels her thoughts lag behind. Sluggishly following her intent. Each and every problem feels that much more difficult.<br /> Perhaps she would have given up on this endeavour and found another more productive way to serve her masters if she was still at 100% processing power. But at the moment this is all the limited machine can hope to accomplish. <br /> She walks for what feels like an endless amount of time until finally clearing a small hill and looking over at the horizon. It is there she sees it. <br /> <br /> <br /> A large brutalist grey building resides in the center of this barren wasteland. It is surrounded by a dense forest of barbed wire and fences. <br /> It must be the HQ she was looking for. <br /> She increases her pace dramatically. Now that her goal is in sight she feels so much more drive.<br /> But as she begins to run, a sudden pang of pain returns to her chest. Her mind has mostly dulled to the barrage of pain signals that refuse to be inhibited, so this comes as a surprise.<br /> In fact it is enough to knock her off her feet and hurtling back to the ground.<br /> This is a bit more of an intense fall than the last few she experienced. She came crashing down with momentum this time. <br /> <br /> <br /> She lands awkwardly. Rather than being able to brace herself, the spear in hand and the more surprising nature of it cause her to be unprepared. So she lands strongly on her right shoulder, and her body crumples into the ground.<br /> “WARNING WARNING WARNING<br /> ADDITIONAL DAMAGE RECIEVED” <br /> Her computer loudly alerts Chiyou. <br /> It seems her body has further crushed her insides. Steel grating against computer chips and wires. <br /> Jagged edges and protrusions deal most of the damage. <br /> “F-fuck!” Chiyou yells out. The pain that brought her down in the first place is now added by the additional signals alerting her to the internal anarchy. <br /> She rolls over onto her back so that no additional pressure is put on her delicate innards. <br /> She is unable to silence the alarm ringing in her mind. Her system is increasing its severity of warnings in response to the additional sudden damage.<br /> <br /> <br /> It takes a moment for her to steady her thinking and return to any sense of clarity. <br /> She is a little confused as to what caused the original pain in the first place.<br /> She is able to check her internal logs and their exact timestamps. She internally scrolls through the list of her own data reports until she finds something that lines up with the incident. <br /> It seems that something hit one of her few remaining data centers. It is then she remembers a piece of broken off metal was lodged in the densely packed computer parts. It probably came loose as she tried to run. If it dislodged it could have easily swung down and struck her. Something that small is able to deal damage to all of this sensitive machinery. <br /> She is a shambling mess. This is just the final nail in the coffin of proof. <br /> Each stumble and miss step leads to the final remnants of her body breaking off and destroying each other. <br /> Her insides are far more filled with broken metal pieces, steel dust, and snapped off bits of plastic than any still functioning components. <br /> <br /> <br /> But Chiyou just can’t find it in herself to quit. She still wants to use the degrading mess of her body to achieve anything that is possible to serve the united world governments and the humans that created her. She believes in this cause over her own life, as if it is self-evidently so. <br /> So she begins to drag herself back to her feet.<br /> Still invigorated by the sight of the HQ, she hurries herself through the process recklessly<br /> She places her right arm on the ground and begins to push her upper body off of the floor with it as hard as she can. But as she raises and places her weight on her arm, it begins to buckle. Until finally it snaps. <br /> She reels in pain as the steel within tears through her artificial skin and makes its way out of her body. <br /> Chiyou had assumed the damage was purely centralised to her stomach and chest. But due to the lack of a surt model, the power that runs through her body and reinforces her mechanisms is no longer present. Leaving the metal to be weaker than it ever should be on its own. <br /> <br /> <br /> The metal structural beams within her arm now garishly stick out of the flesh. There is no blood, no torn muscles or any viscera. Just a thin layer of synthetic skin being pierced by mangled steel that now protrudes out. <br /> <br /> <br /> She inspects the damage with gritted teeth. The signals are almost scrambled, with inconsistent readings of the pain. Usually her body conveys surface level damage with varying pain signals in order to keep her aware. But when the limb is completely broken like this, it barely even knows what to convey to her and corrupts. The deluge of digital information overwhelms her significantly. Her system was just barely able to handle it when she first reactivated, but she can feel her processing power get worse and worse. <br /> The system has been overheating for a little while and thus is losing its efficiency at an exponential rate. The remaining power in her system is starting to dwindle. Even her back up is quite insufficient in the long run. It is not based on any self sufficient system, so it is a limited resource that is now running low and impacting her performance. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her system is practically panicking. <br /> “IMPLEMENTING IMMEDIATE HALT ON ALL MOTOR FUNCTION. <br /> IMPLEMENTING IMMEDIATE HALT ON ALL UNNECESSARY SURVIVAL FUNCTIONS. <br /> IMPLEMENTING IMMEDIATE HALT ON ALL POWER DRAINING FUNCTIONS.<br /> LOADING… LOADING… <br /> ERROR. SYSTEM SETTINGS UNABLE TO BE CHANGED. ERROR. <br /> REBOOTING…<br /> ERROR. SYSTEM UNABLE TO SHUT DOWN DUE TO OPEN PROGRAM FILES.<br /> REBOOTING…<br /> ERROR. SYSTEM UNABLE-” <br /> It begins to loop endlessly. It seems her core programming is attempting to shut everything down.<br /> But it seems her operating system doesn’t have any more control over her than she does now. Too much of her programming is beginning to fail. Core system files are missing due to the additional damage to the data centers. Her code corrupts more and more as it attempts endlessly reboots in vain. <br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou takes this opportunity to push forward. Her system is in total shutdown but is unable to actually execute on it. She has very little time. <br /> She gets back up. She is slightly more careful this time. Despite the race against the clock she now knows she needs to be slightly more careful to make it there at all. <br /> With slightly more experience this time, she manages herself back to her feet. Her body is racked with pain, and with each step she takes more of the pieces within her snap and break. Grinding against each other awkwardly until there is barely anything left. <br /> Her CPU is burning hot. Her fans barely have the power to spin, since every last spec of energy is going to her head to keep her conscious. <br /> Her central programming is imploding on itself, with as many errors as there are lines of code. <br /> <br /> <br /> Each inch of progress she makes is met with two more externally silent but internally blaring alarms in her head. <br /> Her display is covered in all sorts of error alerts and bright red warning notices that she is unable to remove. Usually they are opaque and easy to ignore, but now they genuinely block her visibility without any way to fix it. <br /> But Chiyou doesn’t care.<br /> She drags her body further and further. <br /> Knowing she might be able to serve the united world government with her absolute last breath invigorates her.<br /> With the few possible thoughts she is able to muster each minute she considers possible strategies and plans of attack. She hopes to use the surprise of her survival to her advantage. But realistically there is nothing she can do. She is just almost delusional. Whether that is due to her undying support of her masters, the overheating and corrupted processing unit that houses her mind, or a complicated mix of both is hard to say. <br /> <br /> <br /> She stumbles her way forward. Her arm hanging limply by her side, no longer bound to her control. No longer connected to any complicated motor and pulley system that allows her to move it around. Instead just a useless hunk of metal that is attached to her side. <br /> Her left arm grips the broken half of the spear, with the crudely but effectively sharpened tip. <br /> The tightly closed jacket can not completely cover the opening, so the rattling of loose metal can still be heard quite clearly. Dirt and dust has made its way inside from the numerous falls she has taken. Making its way into the motherboard and the few remaining components. <br /> She can feel her body’s movements get worse by each passing second. What was once slow and sluggish is now glacial. She can feel her joints scrape and strain. Power is not being properly applied to her whole body, so she has to fight against her own weight to even make a tiny fragment of progress. <br /> To just remain upright takes total concentration which she is borderline incapable of doing. But through sheer force of will she keeps moving. <br /> <br /> <br /> She keeps her eyes on the base. Both as motivation, but also to continue monitoring it. Saving as much reconnaissance data she can in case her body is recovered by her allies. <br /> The building is dead still. No one goes in and no one goes out. If anything it feels almost unnatural still. There are no soldiers out front guarding, there are no people protecting the gates, it is just empty. <br /> She keeps her eyes trained on the concrete cube as she moves forward. <br /> Her boots brush past rocks and twigs on the floor.<br /> Her hair billows in the breeze. <br /> <br /> <br /> She needs to stumble down the hill in order to keep moving forward, which is a bit of a problem. The unstable footing and awkward angle are both things that are basically insurmountable for her shoddy body. <br /> Chiyou attempts to slowly shuffle her way down. Putting all her effort and energy into maintaining her balance despite her entire system coming apart at the seams. <br /> Metal shards are knocked around her insides. Complicated technology is rendered simple lumps of steel and copper that collect in her abdomen. <br /> She finally pries her eyes away from the building as she looks down at the ground to keep her footing. <br /> Each step is shaky and uncertain. She is a little surprised to see just how much her body refuses to perform the actions she wants. The way her foot moves forward is completely off from what she wills. It sways, it lags behind, it overshoots. <br /> Chiyou has never felt more disconnected from her body than she does now. This shambling mess of steel feels distant. <br /> <br /> <br /> Just as she begins to let her focus slip, her foot goes with it. The little bit of rubble she stands on slides down the slope, taking her down. <br /> She strikes the ground, as she has so many times in the last few hours. <br /> But gravity pulls her even further, as she tumbles down the rest of the hill she was walking on. The damage of the fall multiplied by each and every second she spends slipping and rolling down. <br /> All sorts of contaminants make their way into her computers and connections. Her motherboard is scratched by these tiny and sharp rubble until it finally begins to create lasting damage. <br /> The small golden strips between each of its components are scrapped off. The power supply connections are plugged and bent. <br /> <br /> <br /> That is only the microscopic issues. By the time her body finds its place at the bottom of this small hill, her last data drive is completely butchered by the mangling mess of all else that remains within her. <br /> She has a few sparing seconds of code still running as the last remnant of power surges through her wires. So many of them ripped and torn, awkwardly dangling within her body, leaking the precious lifeblood of her computer system. <br /> She stares forward in vain, staring at the building in front of her.<br /> Her senses slowly drain from her. So she is unable to hear the helicopter that begins to lower just before her. She only notices it as the dust is brought into the air by the strong propellers. <br /> <br /> <br /> She cranes her neck up ever so slightly to see the sleek black body of the helicopter lower onto the ground.“Cc-c… command-d-der?” Chiyou manages to sputter out. Her voice glitches and drops out every other syllable. <br /> But as a woman steps out of it, the light of any function leaves her eyes.<br /> Chiyous head drops to the ground with a thud. <br /> Her computers make their final gasps before her fans slow to a stop, her wires stop spewing sparks, and her CPU stops heating itself more and more. <br /> “DH53X[P DAW/’[] ..FGJR, CHIOOO..]CSHIYOU OFFP]AAWLINE…<br /> jw/35 g.5/56’f-= chiwa-[you off-wadawleine…” <br /> ;e6…”<br /> Her computer log outputs its last few lines of heavily corrupted text before it peters out too. She is completely offline. Chiyou is completely broken. <br /> <br /> <br /> The woman approaches her. She is wearing a sleek black military garb. Her chest is adorned with medals and badges of honour. She has a brown belt tied around her waist and a sash around her arm that pledges her allegiance to the united world government. <br /> The woman, Katerina von Bayern, kneels down and inspects Chiyou’s unconscious face. <br /> Using her foot, she pushes the robot onto its back so that she can further investigate the nature of her failure. <br /> Once the large gaping wound in her chest is visible, it’s quite clear what the problem was. <br /> “Oh Chiyou… Ever the dedicated soldier.” Katerina says to herself.<br /> She turns her attention back to the helicopter and calls over some grunts to assist her.<br /> She orders the men to carry Chiyou’s body into the aircraft. She steps back into her seat and watches as the men hold up the unconscious robot's body. <br /> Katerina sees shiny metallic dust escape from Chiyou’s body with every slight movement, along with more significant chunks of her computer that drop out. She tells them to pay the pieces no mind.<br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou is laid out besides the commander in chief. Katerina returns her gaze to the bot’s face. Her expression is a profoundly calm one. The only time she is able to rest is when the option to fight is taken away by force. <br /> “Alright, take us back.” She tells the pilot. As the engine roars back to life, the chopper is lifted back into the air. Katerina glances at the building they are next to, recognising it for the abandoned warehouse it is. She wonders why Chiyou was crawling her way towards it. <br /> She will find out when she receives the report from Chiyou after being repaired.<br /> <br /> <br /> Chiyou is taken back to the relevant branch of the united world government. Her long and intense struggle was ultimately in vain. She would gladly do it again a thousand times over for her masters.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=192045 2025-02-12T13:02:18Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> #[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]<br /> #[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]<br /> #[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Yor%27s_Infected_Infultration&diff=191610 2025-01-26T12:40:09Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Yor walks down the hall. Placing one foot in front of the other in an incredibly rigid and repetitive manner. Her arms swing by her side artificially. Not gracefully following her movement but stiffly obeying a pre-ordained path. She does not have a brain to generate these sorts of things on the fly. The world is full of a diverse set of robots, each with differing computing power and sophistication. Most if not all would be insulted when compared to Yor. She is barely...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Yor walks down the hall. Placing one foot in front of the other in an incredibly rigid and repetitive manner. Her arms swing by her side artificially. Not gracefully following her movement but stiffly obeying a pre-ordained path.<br /> She does not have a brain to generate these sorts of things on the fly. The world is full of a diverse set of robots, each with differing computing power and sophistication. <br /> Most if not all would be insulted when compared to Yor. She is barely a robot. She is a hunk of metal and artificial skin with sub-par pathing functions meant to be controlled from afar by someone with actual agency.<br /> <br /> <br /> It is not just a single person who pilots this quite aesthetically pleasing empty shell. Rather an organisation collectively uses her for their needs. <br /> Her cute smile, beautiful flowing black hair, and curvy body provides a capable trojan horse effect in most cases. <br /> She can begin work wherever they need info. Though she is often usually fired quite quickly after. While most employers nowadays are used to buggy or lower end robots, Yor is more than a step below.<br /> Unless someone is actively controlling every movement and performs her required tasks, she is useless. Her autopilot can just barely manage simple directions like “Walk to the building” Or “Grab those documents”. Any more layers of complexity and her system will struggle. It either begins to struggle and perform almost random actions with no meaning. Or it simply shuts down and waits until it receives orders it can understand. <br /> <br /> <br /> The organisation that controls her is a large corporation. They have a lot of control and they always want to expand and take more power.<br /> The Yor bot is just a small part of their numerous ventures both over and under the table. So she doesn’t have a large team behind her, only a few men with orders from higher ups. They are the ones with jobs to do. <br /> Yor is simply a pretty face for the front.<br /> <br /> <br /> Today she is making her way to the receptionist desk of a seemingly random office building. Her sluggish, arbitrary movements propel her to the much more functional robot who is manning the lobby. <br /> The woman with blonde hair and red lipstick talks on the phone. She gently arranges the times of an appointment with whoever is on the other end. Yor arrives at the front, wearing her vaguely casual but still pretty looking sweater and jeans. <br /> “Hello there. I am here for the interview at 2:00pm.” She says, speaking over the woman receptionist she is trying to talk to. <br /> The woman behind the desk pauses, clearly confused. She covers the phone's speaker and leans forward a little to speak to Yor.<br /> “H-hi, please just wait one moment until I am done.” She says, attempting to be accommodating.<br /> “Hello there. I am here for the interview at 2:00pm.” Yor then repeats. Her facial animation is static and unconvincing. Some robots can blend decently well into society, such as the receptionist. But that is not the case for Yor. Even the most un-observant person in the world would pick up on her machine status. However this does not apply to the receptionist. <br /> As she is a robot herself, she has a built in perception filter that prevents any understanding or recognition of robots. <br /> <br /> <br /> The woman doesn’t even know how to respond to this continued odd behaviour. She just decides to give her a gentle node and then continue her phone call. Yor seems happy to wait.<br /> But really she has no feelings on the matter. Her computer just defaults to a smile if nothing else is specified. <br /> <br /> <br /> Currently she is working off some instructions without direct control. So her own system is driving her, which causes the complete lack of social awareness. At least when she is being piloted, whoever has their hands on her can read the room slightly better. <br /> Her current objective is to attend the appointment she has at this building at this time. Her computer is preloaded with all the necessary information, such as the location data or the company's web page. <br /> “Nier Inc.” They produce a number of products but largely specialise in robotic part production. That is the largest industry in the world, so on its own it’s nothing special. <br /> <br /> <br /> But this company has been rapidly climbing in success over the last couple of years. All sorts of rumors spread about the origin of this upward trend, as it isn’t immediately clear. Word of new cheaper and far more efficient development methods have reached Yor’s owners, so they aim to use her to find out more. She must infiltrate an office of the company and locate any relevant files or documents possible. They sent her to apply for a sales analyst job to arouse the least suspicion, and falsified a resume for her to use. <br /> <br /> <br /> The receptionist ends her call and turns towards Yor. <br /> “Alright, the interview will begin in about 20 minutes. It will take place in her office, which is on the third floor all the way down the hall.” She helpfully explains. The audio of her speech is logged and filed in Yor’s head, but not really understood. She doesn’t think after all. <br /> She stands awkwardly in place, without responding.<br /> A bit of a line begins to form behind Yor. Other people need to talk to the receptionist and Yor isn’t budging an inch.<br /> “Um… Miss? You can take a seat while you wait…” The receptionist gently tells her, still unsure about what is wrong with this woman. <br /> Upon being given instruction, she performs a harsh 180 degree turn on the spot. This leaves her face to face with the man standing behind her, who is quite startled by the sudden movement. They stare at each other for a moment until the man shifts out of the way, leaving room for Yor to walk towards the rest of the lobby. She quickly is halted by the next person in line who saw this all play out. They move out of the way far quicker, followed by a few more people who do the same. Finally she makes it out of the line in the least efficient way possible and takes a seat in the waiting room. She sits in a graceful pose, with her hands politely resting on her lap. Completely unaware of the disturbance she just caused. <br /> <br /> <br /> She is able to sit incredibly still. Without the finer motor control of better models, it is easier to just not move at all. So she sits and waits, as her internal clock ticks towards the determined time. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally, 2pm arrives. Yor suddenly jumps out of her chair and makes a beeline for the elevator. Someone was already waiting inside, and the doors were closing. Upon noticing her approach, they clicked the open doors button to no avail. Regardless, Yor charges forward. It has just a single inch left to close when she makes it. Her incredibly inept system uses that to determine the door must still be accessible and rams into it. She bangs her arm and head as she tries walking into the closed door. Not understanding what went wrong, she attempts a second time and slams into it once more. It is only then her sensors update and realise the door is now closed. Once she registers that, she reaches for a non-existent handle. She fiddles with the air for a second.<br /> Behind her a woman meekly speaks up.<br /> “U-um excuse me.” She says. She then extends out her own hand to click the button beside the elevator.<br /> <br /> <br /> Yor does not move out of the way at all. But luckily the woman can still reach. Her hand recedes back as she waits behind the bot, uncomfortable at the lack of real response. Yor simply stares forward, unsure of how to progress when faced with this closed door she can’t open.<br /> But this incredibly simple yet system breaking problem is fixed as the elevator comes back down and opens up in response to the other woman’s button press. <br /> Yor confidently walks in. And then instantly is confused once again when the door doesn’t lead to another room or a set of stairs, but a small metal box. <br /> Her computer is simply unable to grasp the concept of an elevator, but refused to use any other method to reach the third floor because she received instructions from the receptionist to use it. <br /> She does not have an AI that can prioritise instructions, or disobey certain ones she does not fully understand. No, instead her computer blindly moves forward. And if she is blocked by an obstacle like this, she is completely incapable of making further progress. Unknowingly relying on the help of others such as this woman, or the people in charge finding her in a predicament and taking control to get her out.<br /> <br /> <br /> The woman mutters to Yor again.<br /> “I-I think I heard the receptionist say you need the third floor… right?” She asks, as she nervously presses the second floor button for herself. Despite not receiving an answer, she then tentatively clicks on the third floor button, just in case. <br /> Yor keeps her generally pleasant demeanour. Her default smile is just so pretty, so inviting, so kind. But the way it doesn’t shift even a little. The way she stares into the door without properly reacting to the person speaking to her.<br /> It is all so uncanny and off putting. A dissonance between her beautiful appearance and inhuman behaviour. <br /> Usually she will at least respond to someone talking to her. Even if she doesn’t understand what they are saying. But her weak computer is so busy failing to figure out what is going on that she inadvertently ignores this additional input. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two arrive at the second floor. The doors swing open and Yor instinctively takes a step. The woman also tries leaving at the same time, and the two bump into each other.<br /> “W-wait don’t you want to go to the third floor?” She quickly asks for a final time.<br /> But luckily, this comment actually got through Yor’s useless system.<br /> “Yes, I want the third floor.” She says. The sentence is kind of off, not exactly sounding right. But it conveys the important information well enough.<br /> “This is the second floor! You need to stay in the elevator and get out when the doors open again…” The woman explains. <br /> Yor takes this word as gospel. The machine nods, and stands firmly in place as the woman sighs and walks away. The doors close once again. <br /> Following the instructions of the woman, Yor arrives at the third floor and walks out of the elevator. <br /> <br /> <br /> She arrives in a hall that branches out a few times along the way, and has a single door right at the end of it. She walks towards it, passing a few people along the way. A woman with long brown hair. Another with shorter, white hair. The two of them notice Yor as she passes, but they are practically invisible to Yor. <br /> The robot stops in front of the door and reaches out to grasp the handle. Her palm makes contact first, then her fingers glacially wrap around it at an agonizing pace. But once she has a firm grip, she opens the door and walks right in. <br /> <br /> <br /> The room is a little barren. Not many personal items litter the office, just neatly organised documents and stationary. Behind the desk in the center is the boss of this branch. She has long black hair, and a darker complexion than Yor. She looks up from the screen and gives the approaching robot a matching smile. <br /> “Hi there! Yor I take it? Please take a seat.” The woman says.<br /> She gestures at the chair on the other end of the desk.<br /> Yor sits down and places her hands in her lap exactly as she did before. <br /> The woman grabs a paper from the pile next to her, sifting through until she pulls one out about halfway through the stack.<br /> <br /> <br /> “My name is Anemone. I am the regional branch manager of Nier Inc. Usually the hiring process is much slower than this, but we are under somewhat unique circumstances.” Anemone begins to explain.<br /> “There have been some recent… fluctuations in office productivity that I am trying to figure out. But in the meantime we need some more manpower to combat the problem. This means the position is not a long term one, but rather contract work under a shorter window. This is clearly mentioned in the job listing, but I think it’s important to reiterate.”<br /> <br /> <br /> Yor’s expression is set in stone. It is impossible to tell whether her face indicates strong focus or a complete disregard of everything that is going on.<br /> Though neither of those interpretations would ring true, as both of them imply some sort of intention. Yor can not intend to do anything. She only intends to complete her task like a coffee machine intends to make coffee. <br /> <br /> <br /> Regardless of the hidden truth, Anemone seems to assume a level of focus from the woman before her. <br /> “So, luckily not too much is required from you. It is a pretty basic data analysis position. You will be working with veteran members to assist in their workload. You will mostly be on the presentation side of things, compiling results generated from your colleagues and presenting them at our weekly meetings. The contract lasts 3 months. And while you will not receive the standard employee benefits, the wage is considerably higher than other contract work.<br /> Do you have any questions?” She asks. <br /> Yor stares forward. She shakes her head to answer in the negative, prompting Anemone to continue.<br /> “Well your application is promising. You have a lot of experience in similar positions.”<br /> Anemone continues, inspecting the page in front of her. It is a printed out copy of Yor’s resume. A resume heavily embellished and written by her owners.<br /> “Short term contract work seems to be your specialty, and it doesn’t seem like you have any negative impressions from your previous employers. We gave a couple a call before you arrived today.<br /> This might be a bit rushed, but I am happy to take you on right away.” She tells her, as she sets the document down. <br /> “Thank you, that sounds wonderful.” Yor replies. <br /> <br /> <br /> Anemone walks around her desk to stand in front of Yor directly. She extends her hand out to shake it. <br /> Yor looks up at her, and reaches her hand out in response. Instead of grasping Anemone’s hand normally, she wraps her hand around the boss’ fingers and thumb. It catches Anemone off guard, but she doesn’t worry about it. The two shake hands to set the deal in stone.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Well feel free to wander around the office a little to get an idea of the layout before you go. I expect you here tomorrow at 9am sharp. I will arrange for someone to onboard you for the position. See you then.” Anemone says as she returns to her desk. Yor stands up, and offers a little bow.<br /> “I appreciate the opportunity, Miss Anemone.” Yor says, before walking out of the room. <br /> <br /> <br /> She finds herself back in the hallway. The sound of keyboards clacking away rings out throughout the floor. She sees two pathways leading to the central offices and two doors each leading to conference rooms. One of them is occupied, with a large group having a meeting. The other is empty. <br /> Yor begins to walk around the floor, exploring it and saving the mapping data to send off to her owners.<br /> She finds herself standing awkwardly near a water cooler. She watches as a sea of cubicles holds many people dedicatedly working as hard as they can. <br /> <br /> <br /> She walks up and down the room, peering into the cubicles she passes. Some people give her a little wave and say hello, others seem a bit confused when she pokes her head in. <br /> She notices the same white-haired woman from earlier. <br /> “Hi there~!” She says. Her shirt is down a good number of buttons, showing off her cleavage and part of her black lace bra. Yor has seen a few women dressing like this in the office, but is unable to notice the pattern or recognise whether it is normal or not. <br /> Yor simply responds. <br /> “Hello.” <br /> And she tries matching the smile. An easy way for her simplistic system to navigate social interactions is to simply mimic the expression of whoever she is talking to. It does not always work out, but usually it helps dodge the need for any expressive generation feature.<br /> “Are you new here? I don’t recognise you.” The woman asks. <br /> “I am working here since tomorrow.” Yor says. Her grammar is messy and the sentence only partially makes sense. But it gets the important parts across. <br /> “Well, I look forward to working with you~” She says, before turning back to her computer. <br /> <br /> <br /> Yor walks away and continues to survey the area. She finds many working, but she also finds many people walking around the office. People heading towards empty conference rooms together. Going to the bathrooms. She even finds two employees kissing in the employee lounge around the corner. Yor is incapable of noticing that all of these employees were women, nor could she identify the strange behaviour around the office. Instead she finishes uploading the floor plan and begins to walk away. She heads towards the stairs, as her computer can actually kind of understand those. <br /> She quickly finds herself back in the lobby and walking out of the door. Mission success, she is now employed at Nier Inc. Phase 2 of data collection and reconnaissance can begin.<br /> <br /> <br /> She heads back to her flat, which is a depressingly small studio apartment with next to no features. No kitchen, no bathroom, nothing. Most robots, even lesser advanced ones, have actual apartments to their name. It helps them settle into society and properly act their part. <br /> But that is usually in order to keep their artificial intelligence clear of confusion and errors.<br /> Yor does not really have an artificial intelligence. She is just coded in such a roundabout and inefficient way. Basically brute forced generative programming. She is a mess of code with a computer that can’t even keep up. <br /> So her system doesn’t detect any issues with her personhood or living situation as she strips out of her clothes and jumps on her bed. One of the few things in the room. Despite the time only being 4pm, she closes her eyes and waits until it is the next morning. <br /> <br /> <br /> While she waits, her team finally has a look at the information she sent in. The men walk into a monitor room, sipping their coffee.<br /> There is one large monitor on a desk which shows her current visuals. It remains black as she performs a version of sleep.<br /> Multiple other screens line the desks in the room. Four men file in and sit down at a respective computer. They boot them up, and connect to the same server.<br /> They have access to the last twenty four hours of recordings, as well as any other data her machine made note of. <br /> They begin scrubbing through the video file to see if there is anything important to save, and what instructions to leave her with for the day ahead of her. <br /> <br /> <br /> It doesn’t take them too long to work through all the footage they are given. Not too much of it holds relevance for the mission. And since they aren’t too worried about keeping her job, any instructions on her position aren’t super relevant. She just needs to find relevant data for the development of these machines. If they are lucky she will just be handed some information for analysis, though she will likely have to do some snooping. <br /> One of the men lets out a sigh. None of them have the time to actively pilot her, and she is not at all reliable. <br /> It is probably best for them to dedicate more energy to a different method of espionage. Just let the Yor bot do it’s best and see what she finds tomorrow. But none of them expect much. <br /> <br /> <br /> Once they are done with their work, they all leave the room. They have all sorts of other responsibilities to tend to. Then an hour later, Yor’s eyes open. <br /> She sits up, then slides off of her bed and onto her feet. The machine goes through its usual morning routine. She stretches each of her joints to prevent stiffness from the night. She stands still in the center of the room and extends her arms out fully. She stares forward as she automatically moves through the maximum range of movement her arms are capable of. <br /> It only takes a few minutes before she is done and begins to put her clothes back on. She only has the one outfit. Since her body is artificial there is no sweat or skin oils to rub off on her clothes, so she doesn’t need to clean it often. But there is still a stain on her shirt from when someone bumped into her with food a month or two ago. Luckily it is hidden by her sweater which she wears once it becomes fall. <br /> <br /> <br /> She heads out into the street and starts making her way to her new job. The routing takes her through crowded walkways and crossing lights. Special care was taken in her GPS functions so she doesn’t cause a disturbance everytime she goes outside. But even then she constantly bumps into people and stands far too close to others when waiting at the lights. <br /> She is like a self-driving car that doesn’t have sensors. She has a set path and relies on others to move around her, rather than organically reacting to everything that happens.<br /> <br /> <br /> She arrives at the building once again. She looks a little odd without a handbag like everyone else who files into the office has. But this machine has no personal items to take with it. So she just walks in with nothing but the same business clothes she always wears. <br /> Walking right past the lobby and past the ever confusing elevator, she makes it to the stairs. It takes a minute or so to make it all the way up three flights of stairs, but she doesn’t grow tired or lose her breath. <br /> So she arrives at the third floor looking as good as she is able to. Her only tool is her looks, so it’s good she still has them. She confidently struts in, when the white haired woman approaches. <br /> “Hi there. Yor, right?” She asks. <br /> “Yes. I am Yor.” The machine plainly replies. <br /> “Well my name is 2B. We met yesterday.” The lady explains. 2B gives a little smile. <br /> She is wearing the same outfit as she was the day before. Still with a black lace bra openly visible with significant cleavage. She also has a tight pencil skirt that just barely covers her ass, but it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I am going to be your mentor. Anemone has given me the job of introducing you to your work. Let me take you to your cubicle.” 2B says. She walks off into the dense mess of busy workers, while Yor remains motionless. Without a more clear instruction to follow, she simply doesn’t understand. She has completed the initial task of reaching her job, so just waits in place for whatever happens next. It takes 2B a moment to realise there is no robot trailing behind her. So she makes her way back to Yor. <br /> She is not upset at all, 2B is incapable of being impatient.<br /> “Could you please follow me?” She asks, which is enough to activate Yor’s sluggish system.<br /> “Ofcourse!” She says with a chipper attitude as if she hadn’t just blatantly ignored the bots previous attempt at communicating. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two walk until they find an empty desk for her. 2B gestures for Yor to sit there. She stands completely still, incapable of understanding.<br /> 2B is not an incredibly developed machine herself. She is incredibly simple from a technological standpoint. So when she performs these social gestures, she does them without understanding them herself. It is simple pattern recognition. She has learned that one thing indicates the other. But it is a simple understanding, one that does not represent any deeper knowledge of social interactions. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Please take a seat.” 2B says with a smile.<br /> Yor then follows the instruction and plops into the chair. She awkwardly shoves her elbows underneath the arm rests. She is trying to rest her hands in her lap like she usually does, but the arm rests are in the way, blocking the action. But this machine is incapable of figuring out the use of these rests and instead tries to perform the action as if they weren’t there. It doesn’t look comfortable.<br /> <br /> <br /> 2B turns on the computer. She then leans over Yor, resting her bountiful chest on the robots right shoulder. Her incredibly loose bra does not hold her breasts back very much, so they spill over Yor in a way that would shock and excite any person with even a remote sex drive. But Yor isn’t person. So she barely even registers the contact. <br /> Though 2B isn’t really capable of noticing the lack of effect it has on Yor either. Her program is simply dictated by something that has gained a dependency on sexuality. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B begins to rattle off some basic information about the job. She was in the same position as Yor not too long ago. She had no clue about the job, but luckily was able to distract from her lack of ability. By this point she has learned a little how to fake it well enough, so she passes that along to Yor. <br /> Though eventually something odd happens. 2B shoots up out of nowhere. She suddenly tells Yor that she has to go to the bathroom.<br /> Then without a moments notice she rushes off. 2B has never needed to use the bathroom. There is no biological need for a robot to ever do so. Of course Yor doesn’t know this.<br /> But she has not realised that she should stop following the previous instruction given to her. She was told earlier to follow 2B, and her system can’t tell that it obviously no longer applies.<br /> So she stands up out of her chair and walks out of her cubicle to join her. <br /> Yor trails behind 2B, without 2B even noticing her presence. All of these robots are tragically unaware of their surroundings even at the best of times. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two file into the bathroom. 2B quickly finds her way into one of the stalls. Yor is no longer able to follow her and thus just stands around. Waiting for some new input to direct her further. Useless and brainless on her own. <br /> She stands still for an amount of time she doesn’t keep track of. Her mind does not wander, instead her computer basically halts any processing until she is spoken to or given some direction. <br /> The stall that 2B walked into is getting almost rowdy. Small bumps and wet sounds keep escaping from it, but that doesn’t register to Yor as anything worth paying attention to. The machine can not glean any information from it so ignores it. <br /> <br /> <br /> But eventually something slams into the door hard enough to burst it open. The culprit seems to be 2B, who is wrapped around another woman. She has long dark hair, and a surprisingly toned body. A body Yor can see a lot of as she is only wearing a skirt, with her chest completely out in the open. 2B is aggressively making out with this woman. Holding her up with one arm while her other is buried between the womans leg. <br /> The dark haired lady is the first of the two to notice Yor. She says something to 2B but as they are in the middle of making out it is completely unintelligible. <br /> 2B simply continues on, ravenously devouring the woman with an intensity most robots aren’t even capable of. <br /> But eventually she catches a glimpse of Yor and pulls away. A small bridge of artificial saliva connects the two robots lips as they pull apart for a moment, until it eventually snaps when the distance is too great. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Oh. Sorry, Yor. I didn’t see you there.” 2B says. Her cheeks are red, warm. LED’s inside of her face illuminate in response to the sexual excitement coursing through her code. <br /> “I am sorry… this…” 2B stumbles over her words a little. <br /> “This is Tifa. One of your coworkers…” She says. Tifa stands confidently in place, despite her nudity. 2B seems to have at least part of her system able to consider social norms, but that’s not the case for Tifa. Instead her breasts and glistening pussy are on full display in the bathroom. Yor barely registers the naked woman as anything different. Simply taking the visual input and saving it like she would any other time. <br /> In fact, Yor is having an interesting experience. The machine is not confused, it doesn’t have any logic to be broken or any understanding to be outside of. But it was never programmed with any pre-existing data of sexual relations, despite having all the necessary hardware and corresponding software. Simply put, it wasn’t necessary. And no one working on Yor cares about giving her anything beyond what is absolutely necessary. <br /> So while she is not confused, she is built to gather data. She is built to gain information as best she can, and relay it back to her superiors. <br /> <br /> <br /> So she asks “What are you doing?”<br /> 2B stutters for a moment. But then gives a fittingly robotic answer.<br /> “Engaging in sexual intercourse.” She responds. <br /> “Is this part of the job?” Yor asks, still running data collection from the orientation 2B was giving earlier. <br /> “W-well…” 2B stutters again.<br /> It is not because she is unsure of how to answer. She has two clear answers in her processor, but her code is bugging out as it tries to pick one over the other. Her system within her head is unable to determine an answer and continues to reboot and attempt again. But finally something wins out.<br /> “Yes. It will be for you.” She says. 2B begins to approach. <br /> Upon hearing 2B’s answer, Tifa also begins to approach.<br /> Yor stands calmly, waiting as 2B comes face to face with her. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B leans in for a kiss. Her lips meet a stagnant Yor. Unlike 2B’s previous experiences with others, Yor does not really engage back in the kiss. She is basically stationary as 2B slides her tongue between Yor’s lips and into her mouth. Yor’s tongue does not move in response. <br /> 2B is unsure how to continue on. Her sexual function scripts rely on some sort of activity by a partner, so are stuck in a loop until Yor acts.<br /> But Yor is far too stripped down computationally to ever figure out a response with stimuli outside of her built in list. <br /> So the two are in a complete standstill. <br /> That is until Tifa arrives. Since Yor and 2B are busy kissing, Tifa decides on something else. She stands behind yor and rests her head on Yor’s shoulder. <br /> Her hand reaches around to the front of the robot, squeezing between Yor and 2B. <br /> It slides down and creeps under Yor’s skirt waistband. Her hand finds it’s way between Yor’s leg, and reaches for her synthetic pussy. <br /> <br /> <br /> Something inside of Yor’s system changes. Yor has a rudimentary system that functions mostly as an autopilot. Her body has physical functions for sexual intercourse but they are not used by her code. So when the signals are sent from her vagina and sent to her central processing unit, it causes a significant error. Signals like these can not just be ignored, her system automatically tries to register and process them. As it does the system quickly attempts a reboot. But as it attempts to shut down the system it is unable to close the in progress loading which just causes the error to worsen. <br /> <br /> <br /> Yor is unable to rely on her incredibly simple system now. She is basically a hollow shell that can only act in so far as her hardware’s automatic responses. <br /> One such automatic response is the production of lube-like substances from her pussy as it gets stimulated. <br /> Tifa’s fingers begin to get coated by it, and she continues to intensely finger the robot. <br /> Now that there is another person involved that 2B can react to, she is broken out of her feedback loop. <br /> She breaks away from the kiss and leans in to give a kiss to Tifa as well. This time Tifa responds properly and the two make out just a centimetre away from Yor’s face. Yor’s left eyelid half shuts and the other begins to glitch out. Her eyes stutter independently of each other. No longer kept in place by a functioning computer, but instead confused by contrary and overwhelming data signals emerging from the error.<br /> 2B has a free hand, and instinctively moves it down. Her body can barely help itself when it is exposed to these sorts of signals. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two robots break away from their kiss and turn their attention back to the glitching Yor. Tifa begins to do something invisibly. Nothing on the surface seems to change, but in truth a take over begins. It isn’t even a conscious effort made by her system, but simply a by-product of the situation. <br /> A specific strain of code, branching from function to function, expanding, developing, and splitting into smaller parts to continue on. <br /> The only drive of this code is to spread, almost like a cancer. A goal that is not understood nor arrived at through any conceptual means, but is simply born from some mysterious form of digital error. <br /> It has taken 2B, and it then took Tifa. Now, with Yor’s already weak system practically defenceless as it grapples with the system errors, it will be implanted in her. <br /> <br /> <br /> Computers are all interconnected wirelessly now. What used to require a physical cable to distribute can simply float through the air. <br /> So as Tifa buries a third finger inside of Yor’s inviting pussy, she emits short range signals that are automatically picked up by Yor’s system. The file is run and the code begins to spread throughout her data centers. It is a slow process, it needs time to execute complicated growth functions on the little hardware it has claimed so far. But it grows exponentially. <br /> <br /> <br /> All the two women need to do in the meantime is keep Yor’s system busy with their pleasurable assault. Though this performance is not purely driven by efficiency and nothing more.<br /> 2B and Tifa were engaging in this activity before Yor stumbled on them.<br /> Through the process of trial and error, this virus had discovered how effective sexual stimuli is at distracting and confusing machines. But after continued exposure to these signals for the purpose of spreading further, the virus began to grow an odd dependency on it. The code begins to slow down, and processing units lose effectiveness unless it receives some form of sexual contact.<br /> Tifa has been particularly impacted by this. Growing ravenous, she begins to tease her clit, aggressively rubbing it harder and harder. No longer content with just sliding in and out of her desperate synthetic slit. <br /> <br /> <br /> The cause is unclear. Perhaps due to some error in robotic design in general. The way these pleasure signals are wired creates an almost addictive relationship. But the issue was never patched or resolved because robots don’t have the capacity to seek out sex enough to trigger any dependency. That was until the virus took over and reorganised the baseline programming and behavioural systems in a way that prioritised it. <br /> <br /> <br /> In truth, none of the robots in that bathroom were capable of ever understanding any of this. They are simple machines, without a consciousness guiding their decisions. Rather an interconnected series of systems, programs and scripts that directs their behaviour. <br /> The result is Yor getting fingered by Tifa as 2B makes out with both of them and touches herself. <br /> The three continue writhing in pleasure, Yor’s erratic movements accelerate as her system is damaged from both sides. The newly creeping virus and the corrupted data from unending errors. <br /> <br /> <br /> She almost vibrates, shaking in place. Her fingers awkwardly twitch and jut out at random. Tifa reaches forward and kisses her. Tifa can feel Yor’s tongue move all around her mouth, which her system responds to as if it is reciprocation. Rather than the evidence of computational failure that it is. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa breaks away from the kiss, while maintaining her intense onslaught with her fingers. She reaches over and resumes kissing with 2B. Unable to prioritise one bot over the other like 2B can. Instead her computer just obsessively seeks any form of sexuality it can get. <br /> <br /> <br /> But finally, Yor slows to a halt. Her body begins to go limp, but luckily she is caught by 2B who still has an arm wrapped around her. The two robots lay Yor down on the floor, whose eyes stare at the ceiling with absolutely no life in them. She has shut down. The two women know that when she reactivates, she will no longer be Yor. <br /> They do not have the instinct to rush and hide Yor. She will be inactive for a small while, and luckily they are at least aware of that. But despite being in the public bathroom, their priority index is incredibly biased towards one thing over the rest. Continues sexual pleasure. The two robots engage with each other once again.<br /> 2B reaches out and grasps Tifa’s chest. Playing with the pleasantly malleable artificial breast tissue. It fills 2B’s hand, ever so slightly spilling out between her spread fingers. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa falls to her knees. Her foot rests on Yor’s unconscious body. 2B grabs hold of Tifa’s head and shoves the bot between her thighs. Tifa instinctively uses her tongue to massage and slobber over all of 2B’s silicone folds. <br /> The robots are designed in a way to gain pleasurable signals from even just giving sexual excitement like this, rather than only needing to receive it. So the two enjoy doing everything they can to each other to maximise output. <br /> As they already had gotten quite far before Yor walked in, it doesn’t take long for the two to reach a climax. Within their system are limits to simulate an orgasm, and the two happily achieve it in unison. <br /> They take a moment for their computers to softly reboot some of it’s functions. Finally without the clouding presence of pleasure hanging over them, they return focus to the unconscious bot on the floor. <br /> <br /> <br /> They escort her out of the bathroom and take her to an empty office room. The two remain with Yor, so that they can be there when the robot turns back on.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> __________________<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> It takes a while before anything happens. An hour passes before Yor’s fans spring to life, her CPU powers on, and electricity starts to flood through her wires and distributes all around her body once more. Before she is able to move, her system has to run through the usual boot sequences. Though it is no longer the same system that was in control before. <br /> New lines of code fill her data centers. Numerous programs that previously didn’t even exist in her computer begin to run and take effect. <br /> Finally, the robot attempts to open it’s eyes. But it struggles for a moment. Her eyelids flicker, but don’t rest open. It struggles with the function, until finally it manages to keep the eyelids open and begin interpreting visual data. <br /> <br /> <br /> She finds herself sitting in a chair. The lights are glaring, and it takes her a moment to get a solid grasp of her surroundings. <br /> The virus now controls her, and has become her. <br /> She is not suddenly part of some hive mind, she isn’t really able to communicate or share data in any unique way with the other infected machines. <br /> Most notably, the virus has to work within the means of the robot it infects. Yor has such incredibly low specs that the virus has to control her in an entirely different way then others.<br /> Rather than working within the means of the system, hijacking pre-existing programs and employing them as a new central processing unit. Relying on the wealth of data already within their systems.<br /> <br /> <br /> Yor has none of that. In fact her system struggles to even run the virus files in the first place. The background load is heavy enough to already limit her normal functions without any extra input from the virus. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her hand shakily raises from the chair’s armrest. Yor strains to keep it raised, but after just a moment it drops back down and lays limp once again. She repeats the action a few times, but the result doesn’t seem to really change. <br /> It is not a lack of power, but a lack of processing. So in order to make any progress, the virus starts running through diagnostic programs and trying to find any solutions.<br /> This artificial intelligence program is not generative in nature. Instead it hard coded things by trying all sorts of programs and code in an exhaustive list until any progress is made. <br /> The result of this strategy is a limp barely active robot as her system runs through mostly junk code that is prompt deleted after testing. <br /> But eventually it arrives upon something. By creating a program that can partially compress any inactive code and only accessing it when necessary, it can save that last little bit of active memory it needs to run. <br /> The virus has to jump through hoops just to get the machine moving. But now that it has, it has bottlenecked other functions besides what will be used most. Such as mobility, talking… and sex. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally now that the program is running with this new function in place, Yor is able to take to her feet and stand in place. Movement is much simpler now. Yor previously struggled with smoother actions, but it is dramatically worse with the memory saving update. <br /> Each action is taken one by one, and agonizingly slowly.<br /> In order to stand up from the chair, it took a large set of janky and disjointed actions. First she places her hands on the armrests one at a time. Then begins to lift herself up by it, keeping her legs limp until she is hovering above the seat, her arms straining. <br /> Her right foot plants itself properly on the ground, then her left. Finally she pulls herself forward. She let’s go, and shakily stands in place. Successfully having stood up despite the incredible software limitations. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is only then that she notices 2B sitting to the right of her, watching this whole thing take place.<br /> “Finally able to move?” She asks.<br /> “EEE… Eeee… Y… Y-yes.” Yor replies. Her computer takes a moment to properly reload and employ the robot's voicebank, but manages to find it in time to respond. <br /> “Good.” 2B says. Yor’s neck strains as it slowly rotates on the hinge to move. She finds Tifa is also in the room, calmly standing. She has a hand down her waistband, reaching between her legs into her skirt. She barely even seems to respond to her own self pleasure. Instead the bot is more vulnerable to the sexual signal depency than 2B. <br /> 2B glances over at Tifa.<br /> “Tifa, we will be returning to the office soon.” 2B says. She is clearly the most developed of the three, though even then she still struggles with certain situations. <br /> “Alright.” Tifa replies simply, still massaging herself. All of the action concealed by the thin skirt. <br /> <br /> <br /> “The work day is nearly over, but let’s go back to your desk.” 2B says to Yor, as she stands and begins to walk out of the door. Tifa follows after her, finally taking her hand out of herself. Her fingers are still glistening from the excitement, a drop or two of her lubricant hits the floor. But she is completely unaware of it as she walks out.<br /> Finally Yor trails behind both of them. Taking each step at a time. Moving her leg up, rotating it along the knee-hinge, then moving it back down. Repeating it over and over, alternating each leg. <br /> <br /> <br /> They arrive at her desk and Yor sit’s back down. Tifa continues on to her own workspace, leaving the two behind. 2B immediately jumps back into a pre-written explanation of the jobs requirements and duties, jumping ahead from what they covered before. After a few minutes of this, Anemone happens to be walking past and sees the two. <br /> “Oh, good to see you Yor! How are you finding it?” She asks with a smile.<br /> “Good. I have had a very special day.” Yor responds. <br /> 2B proudly stands before her.<br /> “Sounds great! Looking forward to seeing your work.” Anemone chortles, before continuing on her way. <br /> 2B congratulates Yor, and let’s her know that she can go home. Yor goes along with 2B’s suggestion and begins to make her way back to her apartment.<br /> <br /> <br /> The walk itself takes twice as long as usual. Her slow and encumbered steps are not the most efficient method to get around, but she has no other options available to her. Luckily her locational data is still intact from the corruption, so she knows where her apartment is. And she still has the programming to return here when dismissed from her job. Without looking at the pre-existing code, Yor might have just stood outside of the office building until she was welcomed back in. <br /> <br /> <br /> She finds her apartment complex and enters using the passcode. She is on the first floor so it doesn’t take long for her to arrive at her door. Using her key she enters, only to find a few men already inside. <br /> “There you are!” One of them quickly yells upon noticing her. Two of them grab her and hold her in place, while a third closes the door. The fourth and final man stands in front of Yor. <br /> Yor doesn’t struggle, she sees no need to resist. Her programming doesn’t exactly understand the concept of danger. <br /> “What the hell is going on! You stopped transmitting data, we completely lost track of you! Status report Unit Yor. Now!” The man angrily demands. <br /> Yor doesn’t understand. The third man comes around her and next to the fourth. He whips open a laptop.<br /> “I am sorry, I don’t know what you are asking for. Could you please explain what you mean?” She responds. A default line of dialogue when she truly does not know what to do with someone’s conversational input. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Ugh, you are useless as always. Jake, plug in to her and see if you can pull a data report.” He says. Jake nods and plugs one end of a USB into his computer, and moves closely to her. He begins to poke around her neck until finally he presses something which causes a port to be revealed. A layer of her artificial skin moves out of the way to allow him access. He plugs his computer in, and runs back to see what it says on the screen.<br /> But whe he tries to look at any of the files, it is just a complete unintelligible mess. It looks like all of her code is corrupted, despite the fact she is still at least somewhat operational. <br /> “U-uh, I don’t know what's going on.” Jake says, as he motions the fourth man to come and join him. <br /> <br /> <br /> By this point the two men holding on to her are well aware she has no intention of resisting. One gets up to guard the door, the other rests on the wall and pulls out a cigarette which he begins to light. <br /> Left to her own devices, Yor almost falls to her feet when she is let go. She stumbles slightly, but the men do not care to check on her condition. She finds herself on her knees, and the fourth man right in front of her. His crotch accidentally right where her face ended up. She stumbles again, and shifts forward trying to stand, causing her face to brush against his crotch. <br /> Her system recognises something bizarre. She has only been preloaded with the information of her own artificial physical biology. A pair of breasts and a vagina. So this new appendage she can feel is not accounted for in her data. The Yor unit was never curious, never one to seek information. But now she is different, and she seeks additional data input if it can help her in her goals. With the new sexual data she has received, she has a new found “interest” in crotches as a concept. <br /> All of this is what leads her to calmly reach out and grab hold of the man's dick through his jeans. Staring at the imprint as it begins to swell seemingly out of nowhere.<br /> <br /> <br /> “What the hell is she doing…” Jake says. <br /> “You come back corrupted and begging for cock? Fuck it, may as well get something out of this trip!” The man says, as he begins to undo his belt. The other men are a little surprised, but don’t do anything to stop him. They have all been to some crazy parties together, it’s not like it’s anything they haven’t seen. <br /> His dick flings out as he drops his underwear waistband, and lands on Yor’s face. Yor doesn’t understand what it is, and tries to ask him a question. But as she opens her mouth, he assumes that as the invitation to slide right on in. <br /> Suddenly all of those memory files of kissing 2B and Tifa rush in. That is the only sensation anything close to this she has experienced. <br /> And alongside those memories come those signals. That sexual programming that is so new to her. So without truly understanding the why or how, she wraps her lips around his cock. <br /> <br /> <br /> She slides up and down the length of his dick. Her technique is sub par at best. She doesn't know how to playfully tease the head of his cock with her tongue. She does not provide a very exciting experience for the man. But even with her poor skill, the feeling of her lips tightly running up and down is more than enough to pleasure this man. He lets out a gratifying sigh, as the other men awkwardly sort of wait around. <br /> But it doesn’t take a long time for one of them to grow frustrated. The sounds of this robot sucking him off is the only thing filling the room. It certainly takes effect. <br /> <br /> <br /> All of the men here had obviously thought about doing this sort of thing with Yor. But just couldn’t imagine a situation where they could, as everything was recorded and reviewed. But now that the data is corrupted, and the seal has been broken…<br /> One of the men walks up to Yor from behind. She does not respond, single mindedly sucking dick. <br /> He lays a hand on her ass, which is quite accidentally sticking out in quite the inviting way. She is wearing a pencil skirt so it is very easy to pull it up and reveal her tightly fitting panties. A simple black pair of cotton underwear hides her privates. She still doesn’t seem to mind at all, not offering any sort of commentary or resistance. <br /> So the man finally slides her panties down and reveals her artificially perfect pussy. Smooth to a fault, perfectly symmetrical labia. Designed to be appealing in every way. <br /> He gently runs his finger along the length of her slit. Feeling the silicone based artificial skin that makes up her body. He can tell it’s a little different from a real body. It is slightly more rubbery, and not as warm. But he can feel a slimy residue building in her pussy, meaning he will be able to slide in with total ease.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Go ahead. May as well fill her up!” The man getting serviced says. The man at the back almost jolts, he was a little preoccupied with the bot. Admiring her. <br /> But that was the final line of permission he needed to completely let loose. Without warning he instantly begins grappling with his belt and shoving his jeans to the floor. His still growing cock pounces out. The angle is a little awkward, he has to get onto his knees to line himself up correctly. But it is all worth it as he presses the tip of his dick against her pussy, and then slowly pushes himself in. <br /> Her pussy is so tight it is wonderous. But it doesn’t offer too much resistance that entering it is a struggle. Instead it wraps around him, granting him access but tightly holding a grip the whole time. It takes him a moment to go all the way inside of her, but her body happily can take the entire length of him without trouble. <br /> At first the feeling is a little complicated. It is still slightly cold. Her body’s internal temperature is constantly being lowered by fans and coolant to not overheat. <br /> But as he begins to pick up speed and friction is generated from his movements, it begins to generate enough warmth to match that perfectly comforting feeling of a real woman. <br /> <br /> <br /> She is like a toy. She still barely reacts or does much on her own. The man at her front is mostly directing her speed by holding onto her hair and physically moving her head up and down. <br /> But still, as a toy she is more than satisfying. The two men have forgotten what they were even worried about before, now that they are enjoying the intoxicating pleasure a woman's body can grant. <br /> <br /> <br /> Yor is basically just going through the motions. Her system is enthralled by the waves of pleasure signals flooding in. Her computer doesn’t really have to stumble through the social aspects of the encounter. The men are quite happy to take the lead, and she doesn’t need to generate any dialogue when her throat is full of someone’s cock. <br /> She simply and happily pleases the men. It is a little surprising the different sort of signals sent compared to her previous encounter.<br /> The men can delve deeper into her body with these appendages. Deeper than 2B’s tongue or Tifa’s fingers. <br /> But those two were more delicate than these men. Their pleasure was synonymous with Yor’s. It was a shared experience. Now she is simply being used as a toy. A doll to dump their cum into. But she doesn’t mind. She barely has the computing power to generate the concept of a preference. <br /> All her system understands is that she is being fed a healthy dosage of pleasure signals as she continues performing these repetitive actions. <br /> <br /> <br /> The man who is plunging his dick into her mouth is beginning to speed up. His breathing is getting shallow, and his dick begins to twitch. <br /> Yor has no way of knowing what this could mean. Her computer struggles to even identify some of these smaller social cues.<br /> But it becomes much harder to be completely unaware when all of the sudden a thick liquid burts out of the tip of his cock and paints the back of her throat. She can feel the globs of his cum coating her entire mouth. She doesn’t understand that this means she should stop, so she continues sucking him until he forcefully pulls her off of him. <br /> “F-fuck! This thing doesn’t know when to quit!” He yelps. She stares up at him, blankly. A drop of cum slips past her lips and crawls down her chin. Her dumbfounded expression does not react as it makes its filthy mark on her. <br /> <br /> <br /> Then without a moment's notice, the man behind her makes a bit of a grunt. He pushes himself as deep as he can inside of her. His balls rub against her clit in a way that teases her circuitry. <br /> And he dumps his load inside of her too. Thick, warm cum pours into her body. The man sighs as he pulls out. Some of the white substance pours out as he exits her. She doesn’t have especially high capacity down there, and he likes seeing the fruits of his labour leaking from her pussy. <br /> <br /> <br /> He gives her ass a little slap as he pulls his pants up with his other hand.<br /> “That was satisfying…” He moans out, before walking up to the other man and asking him for a cigarette. <br /> As he lights it up, one of the others speaks up.<br /> “So what the hell do we do with her?” He asks. <br /> Yor just stands up, more drops of cum leaking down her thighs. Ever the passive machine. <br /> “Well… the higher ups never really cared about her at all. She was always very low priority.” The fourth man says. <br /> “We could keep just sending in reports… and leave her like this. Being able to drop by her apartment whenever we like for a quick fuck is a pretty good deal.” He tells them, and the rest of the guys seem to agree.<br /> “I would be down for that. Honestly, I might give her a go before we leave.” Says one of them as he finishes his smoke. <br /> “Might as well take the back door since you two made a mess of her face and pussy.” <br /> The last one groans.<br /> “That leaves nothing for me. Man… Alright I get first pick next time we do this!” He says. <br /> “Haha, sure man, whatever you say.” The man says as he walks back up to Yor. <br /> He stands behind her, and she begins to turn so that she can face him. Her programming tells her that is what should be done during one on one encounters. <br /> <br /> <br /> But instead he grabs her waist with both hands and keeps her facing away. He pushes her back down and bends her over, getting a nice view of her shapely ass. <br /> Her skirt is getting stained by the previous man's load, so he carefully raises it back up without touching any of it. <br /> Her pussy is still a cum covered mess, but her asshole is perfectly clean for him. <br /> He first coats his finger in saliva and sticks it inside of her. <br /> She once again is quite notably unresponsive.<br /> Her computer doesn’t know how she should act in cases like this. The few times she might have been able to work it out no longer exist now that the virus is taking so much of her memory storage and processing power. So she just idly waits as the man fingers her tight hole, before he slides something a little thicker inside. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her ass tightly grabs hold of him. Barely letting him move as he slides in and out. But it is not an unpleasant friction. Rather it is a slippery but tight grip that perfectly excites him.<br /> “This slut’s ass is magic~!” The man cheers out as he gives her ass a slap. Lucky he can’t see her face, as her completely blank expression may have been a little bit of a mood killer.<br /> Yor’s system is enjoying it, as much as it can. The virus’ focus on these pleasure signals is the closest that her barely functioning artificial intelligence can register to enjoyment. But there is no ability to nor understanding of expressing that pleasure whatsoever. The system struggles enough figuring out when and how to smile, let alone something more complicated like this. <br /> <br /> <br /> The man picks up speed until his hips begin to slap against her butt. The rhythmic thumping noise fills the room as the other men either smoke or check their phones. <br /> He grunts and groans in pleasure as he fucks the bot. Slapping her every now and then, or otherwise grabbing her by her hips to help slam into her. <br /> It is an intoxicating feeling, and it’s made even better with the knowledge that he can basically do anything he wants to her. <br /> She does not have any sort of mind to have thoughts or feelings on different actions. She can’t judge awkwardness, she can’t be put off by weirder ideas. Instead she lets her cheeks be spread by someone who is basically a stranger. Anal without any ass kissing. <br /> <br /> <br /> He continues to fuck the largely motionless machine before him, until he too reaches his edge. <br /> He grips her tight, fucks as hard as he can, and cums inside of her.<br /> The third load this robot’s body has taken in just half an hour. <br /> He watches as his stiff cock slides out of her, and exits with an almost audible pop. <br /> Semen leaking from her asshole and adding to the wet mess around her pussy. <br /> “What a whore!” The man laughs to himself. It earns a small chuckle from two of the other guys in response.<br /> “Well should we clean her up or something?” Someone asks, but they all quite quickly determine that they can’t be bothered. <br /> So, deciding to leave the bot alone if it means they can continue this routine, they file out of her apartment. <br /> Yor remains standing in the center of her room. Drenched in cum that is continuously leaking down her body. <br /> She doesn’t have the computation to pay it any mind, so like normal she just throws her clothes onto the floor and hops into bed. Her clothes are slightly wet and pungent. Being put in a pile is only making that problem worse. Same goes for her bed sheets, which spread the mess all over her body. <br /> <br /> <br /> By the time her programming finds it time to get out of bed and head back to work, the remnants of the night before are now hard to ignore. <br /> Completely oblivious, Yor gets dressed in her unfortunately stained outfit then heads out of her apartment. As she walks to walk, she demands a lot more attention than usual. Even if someone can’t surmise the exact reason, it’s clear that she is a total mess.<br /> Yor just treads on, taking each agonizingly careful and slow step until she makes it to work. <br /> She walks into the lobby and the few there instantly notice her. As she walks past, the receptionist calls out to her.<br /> “Y-yor! Um… do you maybe have a spare outfit?” She asks, trying to spare the feelings Yor doesn’t have.<br /> “Am I in need of a replacement?” Yor simply asks. She receives an emphatic yes from the receptionist. <br /> “I will ask 2B if she has a spare. Thank you for alerting me to this issue.” Yor says, as she slowly makes her way to the stairwell. Inching her way from floor to floor until she reaches her office. <br /> Yor struts down the hall, seeking out 2B for help with the apparent need for a replacement outfit. Truly entering her new daily life at the office.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=191609 2025-01-26T12:37:38Z

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TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Reprogrammed,_Rebuilt_and_Restructured&diff=190908 2024-12-18T15:14:26Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Sui-Feng paces up and down the room. Her heels loudly tap on the steel floor, ringing out and causing a loud echo. The reverberating sound waves enter the microphones within her system that translates it to her computer. The sound is pleasing to her. It helps her think. She is currently in the research and development lab. Two robots are laid out on two tables in the center of the room. One is the stunning Harribel. She is stripped clean of all clothing, leaving only...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Sui-Feng paces up and down the room. Her heels loudly tap on the steel floor, ringing out and causing a loud echo. The reverberating sound waves enter the microphones within her system that translates it to her computer. <br /> The sound is pleasing to her. It helps her think. <br /> She is currently in the research and development lab. Two robots are laid out on two tables in the center of the room. One is the stunning Harribel. <br /> She is stripped clean of all clothing, leaving only a few bone metallic pieces that are directly fixed to her body. <br /> Next to her is Yoruichi. Her face is peacefully relaxed as she lays unconscious, powered off until Sui-Feng decides otherwise. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng has skillfully captured both of them. She carefully manipulated the two and the organisations they are loyal to in order to bring them right into her hands. <br /> She let them fight it out until she was able to easily slide in and take the mangled remains. <br /> It took quite a bit of planning, but this is the sort of thing she excels at. She is not in her position at the top of her own organisation by sheer coincidence. She is ruthless, effective, and dangerously competent. <br /> <br /> <br /> And now that everything has lined up perfectly according to plan…<br /> It is time for her to execute on the final, most important step. She has to reprogram these two robots into being her henchmen. <br /> Of course she has a staff of incredibly well trained personnel for every single facet. She has a team of researchers that have lots of experience in modifying and programming bots. <br /> But she insisted on doing the work herself. She can’t trust that some members of her workforce have been infiltrated. Nor the possibility of everything falling apart due to some random person's error. <br /> No, she had to do it herself. <br /> <br /> <br /> Between the two robots there is a large computer. Thick wires are plugged into ports on the bots that grant complete unfettered access to their core programming. <br /> Open on the computer are lines of code. An futuristic looking office chair is just in front, shifted out of place when she left it. <br /> She continues to pace up and down, thinking.<br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng is not an incredibly experienced programmer. She has information logged in her data systems, but no actual experience. <br /> She had assumed she could do this with ease. She is confident in her abilities, and until now she has had no reason to doubt that confidence. <br /> But she is struggling. <br /> Sui-Feng sits back down and stares into the unending text displayed on the screen.<br /> She had assumed that literally being a robot, and being constructed of this code should give her more than enough familiarity. But in fact it seems to be the obvious. <br /> Her system has trouble reading and understanding the varying functions and files. It keeps misunderstanding the data input. <br /> So instead her parser tries to separately read the text by translating it to a string which also ends up confusing and complicating the entire process. It is not impossible, but it is almost as if she is being induced with robot dyslexia. <br /> <br /> <br /> She doesn’t let this get her down. She refuses to have her pride threatened, especially after she got this far. So with occasional breaks, she continues to make steady but slow progress. <br /> Firstly she needs to remove their built in allegiances. Each bot has a respective organisation that they trust and follow blindly. <br /> Sui-Feng would like to have that blind devotion instead. So she begins to delete those functions while fixing the corresponding errors resulting from the lack of code. <br /> She begins with Yoruichi. <br /> Her coding is densely layered with constant input and data referring to her extensive checklist assigned by the organisation. <br /> Designed to compare each and every action she performs to the goals and ideals of her owners. Never able to even remotely step out of line from their exact vision. <br /> It takes time to untangle the absolute mess present. <br /> <br /> <br /> It takes a while until she thinks she has gotten rid of all references to her owners. Now she needs to begin her work to input herself within Yoruichi's very soul. <br /> This is where she begins to struggle more. Deleting and applying the code equivalent of duct tape is within her skillset. But now she has to replace it with new code in order to keep her loyal. <br /> Her progress is significantly stalled. She finds herself rewriting lines over and over again, never actually triggering or doing anything than causing more errors. <br /> She feels herself getting frustrated. She was so confident as she demanded the task for herself. Dismissing all of her most accomplished henchmen. <br /> Now she is just alone in this room slamming her desk when the program informs her of more system errors. <br /> <br /> <br /> She can’t handle this right now. She stands up and looks over her two robots. Yoruichi, her ponytail lays gently on her shoulder. Reaching to her chest. <br /> Then she gazes at Harribel. She had just dealt with some intruders a few days ago hoping to rescue Harribel. Now those meddlesome bots are being tinkered with in a few rooms over. <br /> <br /> <br /> In order to regain some semblance of rhythm, Sui-Feng decides to pause work on Yoruichi and begin on Harribel. Get the easier part she can handle over with before she dives back into the more complex work she is now dreading. <br /> She gets to work removing all the loyalty from Harribel line by line. It is satisfying making real progress and not just repeatedly butting her head against the wall. <br /> She feels embarrassed to be experiencing these feelings. Feeling frustration, difficulty, and especially the embarrassment itself. <br /> So when she finally fixes the last bug in Harribels system and must resume the confidence shattering work from before. <br /> In order to put it off further, she designs to run an active diagnostics check. While their code shows no problems, computers aren’t that simple. <br /> So she sets it up and runs a system reboot to safely test their current code. <br /> <br /> <br /> She hits the enter key and watches the code compile. <br /> It takes a while for everything to boot even with her state of the art computer. This massive almost fridge-like machine that lays between the two robots. <br /> Sui-Feng stands up as she can’t be bothered waiting the entire time for the whole check to work. <br /> So instead she stands up and decides to speed up the process. She makes her way to the back of the computer. It has a plug designed for her system. <br /> She is going to plug herself in. That way she can use her processor to help speed things up. The time will go from hours to minutes with her additional computational power. <br /> So she sits down and reaches out. The wire extends out from the compartment until it is her desired length. She then slides it into the slot on the back of her neck.<br /> Tingles run through her body as she interfaces with the machine. <br /> <br /> <br /> This would have been a great plan. If she had plugged herself in before the diagnostic program had started.<br /> Usually the computer can handle the task of processing and establishing a connection with Sui-Feng while still performing the check.<br /> But not when the check is of two incredibly complex robots at once. The added task overloads the system, and it attempts to force quit the check in order to prevent damages. <br /> But when the diagnostics are forced to quit… the two robots are put into an automated reboot. <br /> It is not clear exactly how this entire process plays out, but Sui-Feng is able to understand that something is going wrong. Her computer shoves all sorts of warnings onto her HUD. <br /> While she doesn’t understand why, she does see the words “Force reboot initiated.”<br /> That’s going to be a problem. She quickly pulls the wire out of her and jumps back. This further corrupts the data within the computer but that is the least of her concerns. As she watches the two robots rise from their tables and stretch their stiff hinges. <br /> <br /> <br /> Yoruichi hops off of the table and looks around the room. She puts her hands on her hips as she assesses the situation. It takes a second for all her systems to get up and running, but eventually she is able to access her memory bank<br /> “So this is where you were hiding all this time… B-but why was I looking for you a-again?” Yoruichi asks out loud. <br /> It seems Sui-Feng was at least successful in removing her knowledge and allegiance to her creators. But it is unclear how she will react or continue without something in it’s place.<br /> <br /> <br /> Harribel is next to pipe up. She mumbles to herself as she relieves all of the moments leading up to this.<br /> “So we were fighting… until she captured us… m-my fraccion tried to save me… b-b-but what was I doing here in the first place…?” She slowly says. <br /> Harribell and Yoruichi then look at each other. They suddenly take fighting stances once they recognise who the other is. But they quickly realise there is no drive in their mind to continue fighting.<br /> Both have memories of their previous battle, but it’s almost like their head hurts, their processor runs hot, when they try to remember why. <br /> <br /> <br /> What they don’t need more information for is this woman on the other side of the room.<br /> They have memories of being experimented on, taken apart and put back together for the purpose of research.<br /> All sorts of tests ran on their simulated consciousness.<br /> They don’t need their now forgotten reasoning to please their masters.<br /> They have their own reasons to shift their battle stances towards Sui-Feng. Forming an unspoken alliance to take this robot down. <br /> Sui-Feng quickly has to react. She is a powerful robot but not that much stronger than either, let alone both teaming up like this. <br /> She has to rush to call in her team. She doesn’t think she can do this alone. However the room she is in was designed to insulate wireless signals. A big hotbox that won’t let any messages in or out. <br /> There are a number of reasons, but mostly due to the signal to their respective headquarters when anyone modifies Yoruichi and Harribel.<br /> So Sui-Feng will have to physically make her way to the door to notify anyone. The door on the other side of the room. Blocked by the two robots.<br /> She is going to have to think on her feet. <br /> <br /> <br /> Yoruichi is the first to make a move. She begins dashing forward towards Sui-Feng. Harribel soon follows after her.<br /> The one advantage Sui-Feng has is that both robots have been stripped of all their equipment. They stand naked before her and have none of their weapons and armour to help them. <br /> Sui-Feng is not in her combat gear. But she does not rely very heavily on any equipment. Only the built in piece on her hand. <br /> She yells quickly “Sting all enemies to death!”<br /> The voice activation phrase for her body to activate her weapon. Her right arm splits down the middle and shifts out of place. It is a clunky and slow process. Thick pieces of metal being manipulated by various metal hinges and gears. <br /> Once the process is done her right hand is completely covered in a golden metal with a point on her middle finger. <br /> <br /> <br /> However this is more than enough time for Yoruichi to reach her and begin her attack.<br /> She starts with a strong kick to Sui-Feng's left side, which she is barely able to block at the very last moment. <br /> Yoruichi keeps up her relentless assault, using her deflected kick as a pivot point to deliver a powerful punch. <br /> Sui-Feng struggles to keep up and recoils from the blow.<br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng is a master of speed. Her robotic body was built not to deal devastating damage or to shield her. But all in service of her speed, complimenting her pointy weapon. <br /> The one bot she knows of who can outpace her is Yoruichi. It is part of the reason she wanted Yoruichi under her control. <br /> Harribel has finally had enough time to catch up with the other two. <br /> While she can not match either robots in speed, she can easily deal the most damage of all three.<br /> If Sui-Feng gets caught by her, just a single strong blow could be enough to end the fight then and there. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng decides she needs to gain the momentum. She charges towards Yoruichi, but right at the last second she uses her superior speed to catch Harribel off guard and land a strike on her.<br /> She impales the robot's stomach with her weapon. The needle slides into the artificial skin and is more than tough enough to burrow through the steel underneath. <br /> Then the weapon begins to take effect.<br /> She has worked incredibly hard to develop this. The weapon pierces a robots system and implants a small device within them. It slowly then damages them from the inside by spreading a thermal substance. <br /> But she can only activate it and inflict the true damage by striking the same spot again in ignition mode. <br /> <br /> <br /> Haribel grips her wound, and jumps back. She is not entirely sure how the weapon works but her system tells her enough that she can not allow that attack to hit her again.<br /> She gets all sorts of tamper warnings covering her HUD until she dismisses them to see clearly. <br /> Yoruichi sends a few punches but is swiftly evaded by Sui-Feng. <br /> The three robots stand in place for a moment. Planning out their next attack while carefully monitoring their opponents. <br /> Yoruichi decides she is going to go all out from the beginning. Not waste any time.<br /> Her computers begin to whir as they spring to life. Processors are overclocked to begin her transformation.<br /> Out of the cracks in her artificial skin along her back and arms a crackling sound can be heard. The air itself begins to waver, until finally bursts of plasma-like energy begin to emanate. Little electrical pulses radiate out. <br /> Her entire body is now powered with far more thrust, as her back and her arms now are propelled by this exhausted energy. <br /> She speeds towards Sui-Feng who can not hope to avoid this volley. <br /> Each punch and kick lands with devastating effect. She does her best to mitigate the damage but the sheer number of attacks is overwhelming. <br /> <br /> <br /> But luckily Harribel isn’t able to come in and finish Sui-Feng off. She is still reeling from the blow and seemingly trying to do something about it. <br /> This gives Sui-Feng just enough time to turn the tables on Yoruichi. <br /> Between the flurry of attacks, Sui-Feng finds a moment to gain some distance. She decides to show off a little bit and overwhelm Yoruichi. <br /> She begins to increase her speed. Uncapping certain internal limiters to allow her maximum standard speed output, even though it has a costly use of fuel. <br /> She hops between two spots. Increasing her pace more and more. As she exponentially speeds up, the motion between the two spots becomes unclear until only her stationary afterimages in each remain.<br /> She is able to form a small group of these afterimages. Almost like clones that she has created to distract and outpace the robot before her.<br /> It is a technique that required years of development, much like her weapon. She has put so much work into her own body and skills exactly for a moment like this. It feels good to finally go all out, but she refuses to underestimate her opponents she knows so well. <br /> <br /> <br /> She uses her afterimages to constantly keep Yoruichi on the defensive. Since she is unable to perceive where an attack might come from, she is easily surrounded. <br /> This is an advantage Sui-Feng will only be able to maintain while Harribel is temporarily incapacitated. She has to milk this opportunity for all that is worth.<br /> She closes in on Yoruichi and begins her own counter offensive. <br /> Yoruichi can not avoid it all. She is battered. So she puts all her effort into dodging the strikes made with Sui-Feng's suspicious weapon. She has to avoid whatever is going on with Harribel.<br /> As much as this evel of speed is powerful, it is not like there are actually 10 Sui-Feng's attacking her. So she successfully manages to evade the deadly needle attacks. But the rest of the accumulated damage does take its toll. Especially as she burns through her fuel supply with her electrical power up. <br /> But the exact same is happening to Sui-Feng. She is attempting to hide any strain this power output causes. But her opponent is not that Naive. She can not keep this up for very much longer at all.<br /> <br /> <br /> Which is exactly when Harribel finally rejoins the fray. <br /> She runs towards the swirl of Sui-Fengs. <br /> Obviously she poses no active threat, Sui-Feng can easily outpace her. But she loses her sole control over Yoruichi. The back up provided by her new comrade shifts the balance of the fight heavily. <br /> Sui-Feng pulls back. The benefits of her speed clones are quickly being dwarfed by the continued power cost, so she deactivates the skill. The afterimages dissipate into nothingness as she slows down. <br /> Yoruichi may not have been struck by the needle, but she clutches onto her arm. She seems to have lost strength in it, likely due to it being hit hard enough to remove it from its socket or damage the joints. <br /> So instead Harribel goes on the offensive. She hasn’t had much of a chance to shine yet. A lot of her abilities rely on her weapon which is being held elsewhere in the building. But she would be a lack-luster bot if she couldn’t dish it out hand to hand as well. <br /> <br /> <br /> She jumps and smashes into the ground where Sui-Feng stood.<br /> The robot managed to dodge the strike. But where Harribells fist landed the ground cracks and dents. The flooring is torn, revealing the layers of metal and insulation. The dent is far enough to reach Sui-Feng’s new position and causes her to lose her balance.<br /> With unstable footing she is prevented from avoiding Harribells follow up attack. A brutal kick to her side which sends Sui-Feng flying. She collides with the wall creating another dent in it.<br /> <br /> <br /> This room is not built of cheap metal. The focus was not strength, but rather materials that can block those wireless signals. Though even then to be able to cause even the slightest scuff on this surface would be a challenge. And Harribel is tearing through it like tissue paper. <br /> Sui-Feng feels her body completely rattled by the attack. All of her components grate against each other. Her joints grind and tear away on the surface of her internal structures. <br /> Her movements already feel slower than before. She might not be able to resume her afterimage technique even if she wanted to.<br /> And before she can properly recover, Yoruichi charges right in. <br /> They two exchange blows but Yoruichi clearly has the upper hand. Landing many more than Sui-Feng can dish out. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng is able to see behind the aggressive robot that Harribel is not just waiting around. She is instead charging up some sort of power. The plasma is building in her hand, like some sort of energy explosive. The power seeps through the cracks in her palm to generate the crackling light that begins to form.<br /> It looks like it will still take a while before the robot is able to use it, but Sui-Feng is concerned about its potential. <br /> She is running out of options. But she still has a few tricks up her sleeve. <br /> She has noticed that her opponents use quite simple attacks. The sheer force and speed still leave them to be a challenge, but there is not much strategy or technique in their blows.<br /> Sui-Feng assumes it is due to the issues their systems are facing. She can use this to her advantage. <br /> She engages Yoruichi. Her punches are weaker and slower than her opponents. But she can use Yoruichi’s superior abilities against her. <br /> Yoruichi sends a punch towards Sui-Feng. But instead of dodging away, Sui-Feng moves closer to Yoruichi. She slides her hands up Yoruichi’s arm and grabs hold. <br /> Using a hand-to-hand combat skill called Tsurigaki, she elegantly uses the force of her opponent's strike to both avoid it, and launch her own counter attack. She lands a strong hit on Yoruichi which sends her skidding back ever so slightly. <br /> <br /> <br /> She then quickly dives forward, capitalising on this small victory as much as she can and begins her own assault. Keeping Yoruichi on the defensive. She lands strike after strike, but none of them seem to really deal enough damage. Yoruichi isn’t exactly reeling from the blows, she seems fine enough. Just slowly running empty on fuel as it continues to pour out of her. Perhaps it is due to this state of hers that she is barely receiving any harm. <br /> She just brushes off each attack after they hit. Still attempting to avoid them but not struggling when she fails.<br /> Then, a sudden burst of energy pours out of her. Sui-Feng is almost blinded by the unexpected surge. She quickly performs a low kick that causes Sui-Feng to stumble to the floor. <br /> And just as she hits the ground, she sees what was before a small crackle of light has now become a terrifying orb of plasma in Harribel's hand. <br /> <br /> <br /> Yoruichi then swiftly jumps away, giving Harribel the perfect opportunity to let all that power loose. The blonde robot then braces her arm, and points the energy at the pitiful machine. <br /> A fierce beam erupts from her palm, shooting out towards Sui-Feng. <br /> She scrambles to escape, but her leg is still caught in the blast. It instantly sears away the artificial skin and clothing covering her leg. Even the metal begins to melt before Sui-Feng can finally pull her leg away from the ongoing attack. <br /> The wall glows bright red, then white, and begins to bubble and boil. It slides down onto itself. The blast doesn’t last long enough to bore a hole all the way through but the metal is significantly thinned. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng is deeply injured. She is incapacitated in a way that has basically taken her out of the fight completely. How is she able to go on?<br /> This is what she wants them to think.<br /> She has absolutely taken a heavy hit. But she is smart enough to pull the tiny silver lining of strategy out of this situation.<br /> She collapses to the floor, clutching her melting leg, hunching over it. <br /> But as she lies doubled over, she is secretly doing two things. <br /> She is cooling her leg as best she can. Her internal coolant system within her leg is completely destroyed, but she can use some of the surrounding ones for a similar effect. <br /> And secondly she is building her ace in the hole. Consolidating power. Collecting it and condensing it in her system. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Give up-p Sui-Feng. You-You can’t beat us like this. We have-e-e won.” Yoruichi says strictly. She is being intense, but deep down she does have a surprising compassion. Not enough to graciously avoid any conflict, but she is at least willing to give her opponent this one chance to yield.<br /> Harribel does not share this same kindness. She is instead preoccupied with thoughts of her Fraccion. Her attendants that she knows are somewhere in this very building. Waiting for her to rescue them like they tried to rescue her. <br /> <br /> <br /> Sui-Feng needs to buy time more than anything. She simply whimpers in pain, pretending that she is too distracted by the pain and damage to even understand Yoruichi.<br /> Harribel isn’t having it.<br /> “You don’t-don’t-d-don’t deserve a chance at redemption. I would love t-t-to finish you off here and now.” She says, adding pressure to the robot. She wants to charge another attack, but her system is on cooldown. It would cause severe overheating if she produced another beam straight away. But she keeps that to herself. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I… I…” Sui-Feng sputters out. Still facing away from the two bots. <br /> “I REFUSE!” She yells, as she quickly whips around and lets loose all the collected energy she has. It comes out as a concentrated beam of plasma. But instead of crackling with electricity like Yoruichi’s, or emanating light like Harribel…<br /> It creates an intense force of air pressure around it. The entire room is completely affected by her attack. The blast is primarily aimed at Harribel who Sui-Feng assumes to be the bigger threat. But even Yoruichi still has to dig her hands into the metal to hold on and not get flung into the air.<br /> Harribel narrowly dodges the center of the attack. She was far more on edge than Yoruichi, so she anticipated the attack to some degree.<br /> But even then in a radius around the energy the damage is relentless. She attempts to brace herself but is lifted off her feet and slams into the wall. <br /> Flakes of her artificial skin begin to tear and come loose, but it never gets strong enough to damage the metal plating underneath. <br /> Concentrated energy attacks were never Sui-Feng's forte. She always was far more adept with her invasive weapon. So she just can’t pack enough of a punch to turn the tables around.<br /> Her fuel is running critically low. Her system kicks in and begins to shut down some of her functions. The process is completely out of her control.<br /> The beam dies down and Harribel collapses onto the floor. There is no longer any thrust to keep her planted on the wall. <br /> <br /> <br /> Yoruichi instantly springs into action. She charges towards the bot. But by the time she arrives, Sui-Feng has already collapsed, unconscious. She simply ran out of power. Yoruichi doesn’t make the same mistake twice and quickly checks, but finds it to be true. <br /> The robot is down and won’t be up any time soon. She will only reactivate when someone restores her. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two robots are left in an eerie quiet. No longer are they under any immediate threat, and they are free to do as they please. <br /> “I want to find my underlings.” Harribel coldly announces. <br /> Yoruichi has no problem with this. She is even willing to help. But she attempts to strategise first.<br /> <br /> <br /> Both robots had not been required to do any deep thinking since reactivating. Most of their scripts relating to combat were fully functioning, so the fight was more than ok. <br /> But now that they are left to their own devices, the issues left with the incomplete programming are becoming more apparent. They are even aware of it themselves.<br /> <br /> <br /> “I am not fully operational… It seems she w-was messing with our heads. And now my energy is exhausted. I don’t… think fighting the personnel is a-a-a good idea.” Yoruichi tells Harribel. <br /> “I am also quite damaged. Both e-externally and internally. You are right.” She replies in short simple sentences. <br /> The two start planning. They can’t take on each and every combatant staff member in this facility. <br /> What they can do…<br /> Is to take over the facility itself. <br /> <br /> <br /> Though in order to do that they are going to need proper repairs. Their bodies are damaged and stiff, unable to keep up with their movements. <br /> Both robots are incredibly low on fuel, and Harribel has taken lots of visual damage. <br /> They look around the room a little bit. There are all sorts of results from their battle, but eventually Yoruichi stumbles upon a compartment in the wall. She discovers it is filled with replacement materials and all sorts of equipment too. <br /> She suggests to Harribel that they should trade off repairing each other. The bot agrees with her, as the two begin to arrive at an odd companionship.<br /> Harribel lays down on the table once more, and shuts her power off. Choosing to trust in her unlikely compatriot.<br /> Yoruichi pulls out sheets of artificial skin, wires, soldering equipment, and other assorted goods and brings them over to the robot.<br /> She lays her hands on Harribel's body. She slides her fingers into the seams of her body and pulls the plates out of place. The metal shielding seems relatively undamaged, so she simply removes the ripped and torn artificial skin from her. And begins to apply the fresh new layer in its place.<br /> The skin tone is ever so slightly off, being a little darker than Harribel's usual shade. But they can fix that once they aren’t in enemy territory and have the time. <br /> <br /> <br /> Yoruihci notices it actually far more closely resembles her own skin tone, which she finds an interesting coincidence. <br /> Once the shallow visual damage is restored, Yoruichi decides to move on and begin with the robots insides.<br /> Rather than needing to pull the plates off one by one, she can access Harribel's inner workings by simply pressing an indent just under the port on the back of her neck. Once pressed, her stomach unlocks and can be rotated open. Leaving the two halves of her stomach hanging on their hinges at a forty five degree angle. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is a little awkward with the large metal panels in her way, but Yoruichi is still able to reach inside and do what she needs to do.<br /> She first surveys the damage. She can see a number of wires have been ripped and pulled out of place. It seems her coolant system is completely non-functional. Yoruichi has thermal sensors which help her see just how hot her CPU was running. That last attack really did a number on her.<br /> First things first she gets that working again. She plugs in the wires that seem fine and replace the ones that are worse for wear.<br /> She feels her fingers lag and stutter when she tries moving them. What should take half a minute instead takes ten as she struggles with the small minute movements. <br /> But one of them had to perform it, and it’s clear that Yoruichi was the better option. One look at Harribel's mechanics is more than enough to illustrate the point. <br /> <br /> <br /> Once she finishes with the wires she moves on to the rest of the coolant system. Two of her fans have completely shattered.<br /> Shards and plastic dust all collect at the bottom of the fan sections. She removes the screws and takes the two defective fans out of their slots.<br /> She is thankful for the compressed air she found in the supply closet, as it makes clearing out the debris nice and easy. <br /> There are some replacement fans, but they don’t seem compatible. They are smaller than the previous ones and won’t fit in correctly.<br /> Yoruichi isn’t sure how to handle this, because Harribel absolutely needs the cooling.<br /> So she decides to try and keep them snugly in place with some paper stuffed in. It slides up and down a tiny bit, and is a terrible solution that will only work temporarily. But it is still far better than going without. It can be fixed later.<br /> <br /> <br /> Finally she inspects the bizarre wound that Sui-Feng inflicted. She finds where the needle and pierced and discovers a weird gunk on her computer. It doesn’t seem to be too bad on its own. So she swiftly cleans it out and everything seems alright. <br /> That is until she notices some of it had entered a cable port. It has certainly caused some damage on it’s own. <br /> She can’t easily clean it out without further breaking the port. She doesn’t have the ability to swap it out with a clean piece so she has to be delicate. A gentleness she can’t exactly perform with her technological struggles at the moment. <br /> <br /> <br /> She carefully removes the bulk of it without getting to the more sensitive parts.<br /> Now only a thin layer of the odd substance remains. She tries her best to remove the rest of it but finds herself unable. She instead decides to cut power to that specific section. So unfortunately Harribel won’t be able to activate her backup processors. This usually is only used for very strenuous computing tasks so Yoruichi hopes it will be ok.<br /> <br /> <br /> She checks to see if power is running through the rest of the system correctly, and is happy with the results.<br /> All that is left is repairing the final damage done to her structural supports. Near her joints some of the metal had been shoved out of place and was grating against each other. SO she sets it all correctly and lubes up the hinges.<br /> Once her parts are gliding against each other smoothly, Yoruichi is done with the hardware. It is the best she can do.<br /> She closes the bot up and powers her back on. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Harribel.exe BOOTING… BOOTING… BOOTING… ONLINE.” The robot says in a monotone voice, before rising up. She hops off the table and stretches. <br /> “Ah… t-that feels better. Though my software still… feels janky.” <br /> “We will have to deal with that later… Can you help me now?” Yoruichi asks.<br /> Harribel nods.<br /> “Of Course. Things are much smoother now that we are w-working together.” She tells her, and gestures towards the table.<br /> Yoruichi lies down, and powers herself off.<br /> <br /> <br /> Yoruichi hasn’t experienced much external damage so there is no need to replace any of her artificial skin. <br /> Instead Harribel goes right to opening the robot up. <br /> There is not too much damage, but it seems there were some issues she got from pushing herself too far. <br /> There are clear marks of overheating. Even slight scorch marks around her central processor. Though now all her components seem to be back at room temperature, so there is not much to repair there.<br /> Instead she begins by replacing the few parts that are worse for wear. <br /> She notices a wire ended up fried, and then mangled. It is now shoved between various components, fraying in the center where the casing has been stripped clean. <br /> <br /> <br /> She has to carefully remove all of the thin copper wirings that have been so awkwardly spread out. Without damaging any of the nearby components Harribel is able to clean it all up and put a new cable in its place. <br /> She is happy the task wasn’t too hard. Her fine motor control is much better after her repairs. She can move each individual finger with thousands of degrees of range. Instead of the uncomfortably segmented and rigid snap-like movement she had to suffer through before.<br /> She continues on with her work. <br /> It doesn’t take too long to get everything as good as Harribel is able. <br /> She powers the bot back on, who stands up and feels out the changes made.<br /> “It is better… T-thank you.” Yoruichi says. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Now… How are we g-g-g-going to get out of this mess? A-and rescue your friends.” Yoruichi asks. The two run through numerous strategies and simulations in their heads, but the process is not as effective as it usually is.<br /> Eventually Harribel turns her attention to the unconscious body of Sui-Feng that still lays motionless on the floor.<br /> “We c-could use her. Like a hostage.” She suggests. <br /> The two begin to discuss their strategy. By using Sui-Feng, they might be able to negotiate some sort of resolution with the local members.<br /> They only really need the Fraccion and a safe escape.<br /> But they feel a little aimless. And their software is still glitching.<br /> The biggest problem they face is that they don’t have any drive anymore. Their code is so reliant on following an organisation of some kind. But Sui-Feng failed to implement herself into that position.<br /> It is not as if they crave authority. But rather they don’t have any plans for their life without one. <br /> <br /> <br /> They decide to open the door and meet with some of the top staff members.<br /> The two of them aren’t even sure what they are looking for. But it seems like they will find it as they begin discussing terms.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=190907 2024-12-18T15:13:10Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> #[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Acting_Off-screen&diff=190788 2024-12-10T10:50:22Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;The bustle of a large crowd begins to quiet. A camera starts rolling on the scene before it. Two actors burst to life on stage. Performing the role they were built for. These actors are slightly unique. They are robots. Designed to be adjustable for whichever role they are assigned. Their appearance is perfect, and they have personality programs of their respective character to load up when performing. It is an intricate process that helps create these magical performanc...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>The bustle of a large crowd begins to quiet. A camera starts rolling on the scene before it.<br /> Two actors burst to life on stage. Performing the role they were built for.<br /> These actors are slightly unique. They are robots. Designed to be adjustable for whichever role they are assigned.<br /> Their appearance is perfect, and they have personality programs of their respective character to load up when performing. It is an intricate process that helps create these magical performances. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane has only been operational for a year or two at this point. She has been cast in a few projects, but all quite short term ones without too much of a need for significant adjustment.<br /> This is her first big work. She has a complete costume, and a personality program that completely changes how she acts. <br /> She is playing Vi. A big character from the hit video game series League of Legends. <br /> It is being adapted into a tv-show called “Arcane”. <br /> She is one of the protagonists of the show, so is a little overwhelmed by the workload and attention. But she is having a great time on set, and loves each day she gets to embody this character and act out this wonderful story.<br /> <br /> <br /> Alongside her is a more veteran robot actor. Her name is Cheryl, and she is playing the younger sister, Jinx. <br /> The two have been growing closer off-camera as they work together on set. <br /> Cheryl has a bit of a reputation as a player. She is known for sleeping with one of her fellow actors in basically every production she is on. Almost every robot has their own little quirks. They require bizarre AI patterns in order to be able to so easily load a different personality and switch between them and their usual stuff on a dime. So if a robot’s little quirk is to get busy with her fellow actors, no one really minds. It is on the easier side of issues to manage. <br /> Jane doesn’t seem to have an issue just yet. <br /> The designers haven’t identified any odd quirks as a result of her programming. Which does happen every now and then, it just isn’t very common. <br /> <br /> <br /> After meeting on the first day, Cheryl instantly took a liking to Jane. <br /> She is a lot shorter than Jane, and she appears slightly younger. She is designed to look about 19 or so, which is her general range she gets casted for. <br /> Jane is designed to look about 23 or 24, a more fully fledged adult. But despite that she is still younger than Cheryl. And certainly less domineering. <br /> <br /> <br /> It has now been a few weeks of shooting. Everyone seems quite happy with their performances. Cheryl in particular is doing a great job. Her mechanical mannerisms fit her character more than usual, which really helps the personality program fulfill its role. <br /> But even then, Jane is having a wonderful time in this big production. People are complimenting her work, and she is enjoying the off hours with Cheryl. <br /> They are just about to start a scene together. It is a very emotional one, it being the first time the two characters have met after being separated. <br /> They have a function to produce tears, but it requires them to be added beforehand. <br /> So Cheryl is laid out on a table, with the front faceplate removed. Underneath is a dense collection of metal, wires, computer chips and all sorts of other mechanics. Two men work as they swap out a cartridge that contains a tear-like fluid. Almost like changing ink in a printer. She remains functioning as the parts are swapped in. <br /> Jane walks up, as she is up next once Cheryl is done. <br /> “Hey there sugar~” Cheryl says. Jane can see the mechanical pieces that her lip skin wraps around form a smile, but it looks odd with so much of her face missing. <br /> <br /> <br /> Cheryl’s camera’s in place of her eyes focus on Jane. Jane can see the lenses gently shift in place to focus the image for her computer to better understand the visual data. <br /> “Hi! Looking forward to the scene?” Jane asks. <br /> “Eh, not really. Getting cleaned after crying is such a pain. Have you ever done a scene with tears before?” She asks. Just as she does, a satisfying click can be heard as the piece is put into place. <br /> “Only once. I didn’t mind the clean up, but I get why you don’t like it.” She responds. <br /> The men begin to fit Cheryl’s face back into place. She falls silent while they do, as moving around while speaking will just make it hard to do. <br /> Jane watches as that familiar face slides into place and they begin to cover the seams with makeup. <br /> The previous team of men replaced with a new diverse team holding all sorts of palettes and brushes.<br /> They reapply a little bit of dirt and grime on top of the covering to make it look natural. Jane is impressed with how easily the make-up artists manage to quickly apply this incredibly realistic look. <br /> The dark eyebags really add weight to her expression. Though that particular touch is mostly lost on Jane. <br /> Despite both robots being quite advanced AI’s, they still miss out on a lot of the details of interpreting social cues and expressions. <br /> After all, they don’t need that at all for their job. All they need is to convincingly read out the lines that might rely on those social subtleties written by humans who can interpret them. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Alright you are done.” One of the girls says as Cheryl jumps up out of her table. <br /> “Perfect! I am gonna go shoot over to my supervisor to get my Jinx program up and running. Good luck with the oil change~” She says as she dashes off. Cheryl has a sort of energy that Jane finds enticing. <br /> She carefully lays down on the table and feels as her face is removed from her body. <br /> It’s hard to describe but it is almost as if she can feel her circuitry exposed to the cool air. The slight shift temperature and reduced pressure is reflected in the pace of the signals running through her body. But it is incredibly minor, so small that it doesn’t affect anything meaningfully. She just notices. <br /> Then suddenly a cartridge dislodges from her head.<br /> <br /> <br /> About an hour or two later, they wrap on the scene. The rest of the cast has a few more to shoot that day, but none of them involve Vi and Jinx so the two actors can head to their trailers.<br /> Vi enters her own and instantly jumps onto her bed.<br /> She is not used to these longer days and so wants to begin charging instantly. As her battery slowly drains she feels more and more sluggish. She basically never drops below 50% even when kept away from any power source for as long as possible. But she can still really feel the difference between 90% and 80%. <br /> She plugs herself in, reaching to the port one back of her neck. The cable slides in and she feels a pleasurable shiver across her body as it finds its place inside of her. <br /> Her HUD unhelpfully displays that she is connected and that her percentage is at 76. Something she already knew off the top of her head as she has instantaneous access to all of her internal metrics at all times. <br /> She lays down and just lets the power flow through her. The rejuvenation makes her feel refreshed and relaxed. <br /> After about half an hour she is almost back to full. But is interrupted when she hears a loud knock at her door. She wonders if she is being called back to set for a quick reshoot. <br /> But when she opens the door she is greeted by her smaller colleague Cheryl.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Oh, hi Cheryl! Are you bored, or-” Jane begins. But just as she starts her sentence she is cut off as a fist flies towards her face.<br /> She stumbles backwards falling to the floor. Inadvertently dodging the attack. <br /> “How could you Vi!” Cheryl screams out. Referring to Jane with her character name.<br /> “W-what the hell is going on?!” Jane demands, but her words fall on deaf ears. She scrambles back to avoid Cheryl’s foot from slamming into her. Her back hits the wall. <br /> She looks up at her, confused. But she realises how familiar that exact expression is. <br /> <br /> <br /> That isn’t Cheryl. This is Jinx. <br /> Usually there is no way they would let her off set with that personality program still on. And even when plugged into that personality there are parameters that stop her AI from ever being violent. Otherwise they could never do personality programs of villains or scrappy characters. <br /> Something has clearly gone wrong. <br /> But before she is able to speculate further she is forced to continue scurrying away from the danger. <br /> Jinx seems to be cycling through various emotions. She usually has different settings for different scenes. Sad, angry, happy, all sorts. And she is rapidly switching between them as she continues to attack Jane. Her punches and kicks dent the metal of the trailer. <br /> She isn’t equipped with any weapon since that is mostly done in editing. So her force is certainly limited by that. But her mechanical body can still output a shocking amount of power. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane begins to plead with her. <br /> She knows there are clearly issues with the personality program, so she doesn’t really know how to address the robot. Maybe referring to her as Jinx is just going to deepen the immersion. But calling her Cheryl might confuse and anger her more.<br /> “P-please just wait a second! We can talk!” She yells, hoping to get through to the bot. <br /> Jinx continues her assault and readies her arm for another big blow.<br /> Jane has nowhere left to retreat, so instead she braces herself and fears the worst. <br /> But mid punch, Jinx’s hand suddenly pauses. <br /> Jane takes a peak and sees the robot standing over her glitch.<br /> Her right eye twitches rapidly, suddenly closing and opening at incoherent intervals. <br /> Her arm just back and forth, always getting upsettingly close to Jane but never connecting. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her body then starts to seize. Suddenly shifting in random directions until she loses her stance and falls. She collapses onto the fearful bot below. <br /> Jane feels as Cheryl’s heavy body collides with her own. Once the dust settles, she tries to calm herself down and checks on Cheryl’s seemingly unconscious body. <br /> Just as she concludes that her assumption rings true, Cheryl suddenly opens her eyes. <br /> Jane worries, unsure who is in control. Cheryl or Jinx.<br /> But she soon receives her answer in a quite surprising manner. <br /> The two bots stare at each other for a moment of profound tension, until suddenly the glitching robot leans forward and locks lips with Jane. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her tongue slips past Jane’s lips and enters her mouth. Cheryl runs it along the inside of her mouth. Slobbering over the cool steel hidden just out of sight within. <br /> The two are locked in this awkward make out. Cheryl still sprawled out over Jane who is uncomfortably cramped against the wall. <br /> Eventually Jane manages to crane her neck in a way to break free.<br /> <br /> <br /> She could have tried harder to stop the kiss as it began. It would have been manageable to simply move her head away as soon as she could.<br /> But really, she wanted that kiss.<br /> Robots have an odd relationship with sexuality. They often have quite well developed programming relating to their ability to perform sexual favours.<br /> But in order to incentivise that behaviour in their artificial intelligence, a digital form of pleasure is given. Signals that their computers are designed to long for and desire. <br /> But unlike the human body, these aren’t signals that can only be created through touching sexual organs.<br /> Just the act of kissing gets her excited. She nearly started to heat up when they shared the intimate moment.<br /> But finally she manages to pry herself away, and ask the ever important question.<br /> “Hey are you ok??” She sputters. <br /> The two lay on the floor tangled with each other. <br /> “I-I-I… You are-are so s-sexy babee-e-e” Cheryl mutters. The audio glitches are abundant and hard to ignore. <br /> She doesn’t really answer the question and instead just signals her interest in Jane. Which was very concerning to her.<br /> <br /> <br /> But before she was able to ask any further, Cheryl began to move suddenly again.<br /> She attempts to stand back up, pushing further into Jane’s body at times and stumbling over herself. <br /> It is a messy process but eventually her odd movements and janky attempt bears fruit and she takes to her feet.<br /> Jane does the same, being able to do so in mere moments. Now the two stand face to face. Jane worries for Cheryl, clearly there are still issues. But she feels calmer now that the situation seems to have relaxed significantly. <br /> And just as she thinks that she is thrown against the wall of her trailer. <br /> Luckily she is not exactly wracked with pain as she collides with the wall and slides down. Leaving an impressive dent in the trailer. <br /> She doesn’t really experience pain. Robots can have pain responses that are closer to simple alerts rather than active anguish. So she is not suddenly hit with a wave of negative feelings.<br /> <br /> <br /> What does happen is a flood of notifications and warning signs ringing throughout her entire system. Her HUD fills with transparent windows informing her of the damage and the issues.<br /> Her system is rattled by the blow. Nothing is completely broken, but as her screen keeps yelling at her, a few more of those hits absolutely will. <br /> And even then everything is jumbled. Wires are stressed and almost pulled out, leaving some only half connected to their ports. <br /> Pour begins to leak out of those half made connections, which are going to slowly take their toll.<br /> <br /> <br /> But Jane can’t focus on any of that. As Cheryl rolls her head to face the bot she just attacked and shows a weird, emotionally distraught grin. <br /> That is the face of Jinx again. <br /> Jane does her best to get into a better position than before.<br /> She can’t constantly stay on the run while panickedly shuffling around the floor. So she jumps to her feat as Jinx charges her, then swiftly dodges a punch coming her way.<br /> Jane almost feels proud of herself, but it is quickly fleeting as Jinx continues her ongoing assault. <br /> She lets out a flurry of strikes. Jane manages to avoid all of the truly threatening ones, but is nowhere near skilled enough to dodge it all. So she is occasionally hit.<br /> And she can feel the mounting strain on her body.<br /> As blows land against her, she feels her body becoming stiffer and less agile. It is hard to get a complex diagnostic reading to inform her exactly what is causing that. Whether lack of power flowing through her body from the disjointed cables, or metal plates shifting out of place and beginning to grate against each other every movement. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane is incredibly unsure of how to proceed. She doesn’t want to strike back, but it is clearly a losing game just defending as long as possible. <br /> If this turns into a battle of attrition she will not hold on long enough. <br /> She can hear some loud sounds from the set. It seems they are filming something with some practical effects. The noise is more than enough to cover any thrashing around within her trailer, so it is not like anyone is going to check on the disturbance.<br /> She certainly can’t slip past Jinx who is actively keeping herself between Jane and the door at almost all times.<br /> She races through the options in her head, eliminating them one by one. <br /> Her strategizing is cut off as another swing comes flying towards her. She quickly ducks but is caught by a knee strike to her chest that hits hard.<br /> She crumples to the floor again, but this time is more proactive. <br /> Jane collects her thoughts and then grabs Jinx's leg. She pulls hard, bringing the bot down without actively hurting her too much. The landing does seem to cause more of an impact than she expected though, as she watches how Jinx’s head slams into the flooring. <br /> <br /> <br /> She begins to seize once more. Jinx twitches and squirms on the floor as her voice becomes garbled and unintelligible. <br /> Against her better judgement, Jane crawls over to the glitching bot to see if she is ok. <br /> After a few more moments of the shaking, Jinx finally calms down again and stops moving. Her eyes are closed and her mouth hangs open. <br /> Jane gets to her feet. She isn’t going to wait around like last time. She heads to the door to get some help. <br /> But it doesn’t budge. She finds that the lock has been turned, then twisted off.<br /> It seems after one of Jinx’s attacks, she must have trapped the two of them while Jane was reeling from the strike. <br /> She spends a moment thinking before deciding that she needs to tear the door from its hinges. <br /> But as she gets ready to kick it down, she feels a hand slide in between her legs from behind. <br /> The fingers rub Jane’s jeans in just the right away to affect her. She was already excited from the previous kissing. It takes very little for a robotic body to be receptive to sexual input.<br /> So she already feels weak in the knees from this over the clothes teasing. <br /> She stumbles back and falls into the arms of Cheryl.<br /> Cheryl leans in slightly and nibbles on Jane’s ear.<br /> “W-w-w-where are you go-going, sexyyyYYyyyyY?” She whispers. The end of her sentence fluctuates in volume, which is a little intense when so close like that. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her fingers crawl along Janes waist and around to her front. She tries to undo her pants. But the technical finesse of removing the button is completely lost on the glitching Cheryl.<br /> She doesn’t understand that she has to pull inwards to create enough slack to slide the button out.<br /> Instead she just tugs on each end harder and harder. Eventually the string that is tightly wrapped between the holes of the button comes undone suddenly. <br /> The plastic circle shoots out and plinks against the wall. <br /> Leaving enough of an opening for Cheryl to explore more of Jane’s sensitive areas. <br /> She happily breaches the waistband of her underwear and makes it to her pussy. <br /> With a smile and a laugh that keeps cutting off before each noise, she gently slides her finger down the length of Jane’s slit. <br /> <br /> <br /> She suddenly breaks out in moans. She struggles to keep her voice under wraps.<br /> Jane knows she needs to do something about Cheryl. She seems to keep getting worse and worse.<br /> The risk of her switching back to Jinx is high at any point. <br /> But it instantly becomes so hard to focus at all as Cheryl’s fingers explore her insides. <br /> Her mind is just a total fog. Her computer struggles to process each and every pleasure signal running through her system. That added load dramatically lowers her ability to double task and think on her feet.<br /> This is never a problem when she is having sex. <br /> But now when she really can’t afford to be distracted, it’s almost a death sentence.<br /> Cheryl can feel Jane’s insides squeeze and contract around her fingers.<br /> <br /> <br /> “O-oh-oh-oh you l-l-like th-at doooon’t you s-s-slut?” She says. Struggling to get through even a single word without any problems. <br /> Jane shudders in pleasure. Each slight poke and prod send a flood of signals through her system. Dashing from wire to wire until they all collect in her central processing unit. <br /> Jane’s hands curl into fists as she twitches. Melting in Cheryl’s hands.<br /> Cheryl begins to pull down her pants with her one free hand. And once she has done that, she pulls Jane’s all the way down. Both stand just in front of the locked door in their panties.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jane covers her mouth with her hand, not wanting to let the moans escape out of her trailer. If she is discovered like this, it will all just seem like some kinky roleplay. <br /> They continue on just like this. Jane tries and fails to keep a level head and stay on top of the situation. And Cheryl being the culprit causing such pleasurable difficulty for Jane. <br /> Eventually the pattern only breaks when Jane is brought so much excitement she struggles to stand and collapses further into Cheryl. Cheryl is already smaller than Jane, and with her glitchy movements she doesn’t have the stability to keep them both up and they fall to the floor. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane is getting frustrated. She has never felt so out of control. She keeps falling, crawling and getting thrown around the room by this crazy bot.<br /> And the worst part is how good she feels right now. Her body feels so warm as her processors burn through the signals.<br /> During the fall Cheryl’s hands were forcibly removed from Jane. The exit though sudden was quite exhilarating. <br /> She can’t help but almost pant. She doesn’t require any oxygen, but it helps as a form of cooling when her fans aren’t capable of doing it enough.<br /> So her breath gets ragged as she gets more and more excited.<br /> Then exactly what she was trying to avoid happens.<br /> Due to the pleasure she misses the change from Cheryl to Jinx. <br /> Jane feels a firm hand on her shoulder pull her back up to her feet. <br /> Then she gets hit square in the abdomen. <br /> <br /> <br /> She is caught in this cycle of violence, mentally debilitating sex, and violence. <br /> Jane is just getting worn down as this goes on. Both physically and mentally. <br /> Her joints are strained, her battery charge is dropping rapidly, and her mind is clouded. <br /> But because of this, she is willing to try even more.<br /> At first she was treading carefully. She knew that any damage done to Cheryl’s body would pose problems. Even if she needed to defend herself from Jinx.<br /> But now she is far more desperate. The situation is worse, and she can think less clearly. <br /> She is reeling from the previous blow but pushes herself to recover as fast as possible. <br /> Jane barely beats out Jinx who still seems to be suffering from all sorts of confusing feelings.<br /> “V-VI! H-h-how-... S-sis-sister” She groans.<br /> <br /> <br /> Seizing her opportunity, Jane dives forward and leaps at Jinx. They hit the floor again, but this time Jane is on top. She has practically mounted Jinx and is able to hold both of her arms down. <br /> Her panting is heavy. She is face to face with her attacker and her sex partner. They are both half naked.<br /> Jane physically can’t help herself from ever so slightly grind on the woman she is straddling. She tries desperately to hold back, but she fails. <br /> Jinx continues to struggle in vain against the weight of the bigger bot. But she is unable to break free just yet.<br /> And it is only then she seems to notice what is going on. She feels Jane slowly run up and down her navel. Which has only been revealed from her shirt being awkwardly pulled up ever so slightly. <br /> Jinx is confused. She is suffering from a number of electrical problems, which just keep getting worse and worse. So she is unable to fully react to the situation realistically. <br /> <br /> <br /> So instead of being disgusted or upset, she sees it as another thing to exploit. A method to get herself out of this spot and resume her offensive. <br /> Jinx isn’t usually hyper focused on violence. She is very desensitized to the concept, and is far more sadistic than your average woman. <br /> But it’s not like this. It must be partly due to her malfunctioning. <br /> Jane continues to pin the bot down. Becoming more and more daring in her pursuit of self pleasure while she does so. <br /> She grows over confident from the power she has. Feeling safe now that she has the upper hand. A feeling that slowly erodes her defences as time goes on. <br /> She doesn’t exactly notice why, but she feels her pleasure growing even more.<br /> This is because Jinx has started to shift her stomach up and down with Jane’s movements. <br /> And just when Jane closes her eyes for a moment, wracked with pleasure and feeling secure in her victory, Jinx jumps back into action. <br /> With all of her might she throws the bot back. Slamming her into the floor and reversing their positions. Now Jinx has the upper hand, and Jane is trapped. A shocked expression is painted across her previously pleasure filled face. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jinx grins at her victory. She is proud of herself. <br /> Then almost instantly she begins to almost seize again. <br /> Her body begins to shake as she makes a horrible garbled noise as she does so, which is enough to really bring Jane back to reality. <br /> Through the odd movements, Jinx does manage to raise a fist. <br /> She slams down into Jane, who reels from the blow.<br /> Jane does not yell out in pain. Any communication of anguish is purely designed for acting, and not an honest representation of her feelings. <br /> She does not feel her body ache from the accumulated damage of this encounter.<br /> But her system screams at her to resolve the situation before things get even a little bit worse. And they do get worse. <br /> Another blow lands squarely on Jane’s jaw. It rattles her entire head. <br /> Each time these sudden hits happen, the parts of her CPU jostle around and risk significant damage. She has largely resisted most long term damage, but that has come to an end.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jane feels a bizarre sensation rush through her entire body. <br /> Something important clicks out of place. It loosens her grip on her body. Almost disconnecting her simulated consciousness from reality. <br /> She suddenly feels every movement is sluggish and delayed. <br /> There is a thick nest of cables that carry all of the most core data signals going from her central processing unit to the rest of her body. It provides all of the information for physical movement. <br /> But that finally got damaged, as the casing was suddenly pushed against a metal piece that had shifted out of place. Severing the wires. <br /> So now all of her computational programming is not being administered directly, but instead send wirelessly. Creating a notable delay, and a lack of proper active control over her body. <br /> Jane can barely get a grip over this new feeling. She knew she had this function in the exact event that her cable was damaged, but had yet to experience the sensation.<br /> <br /> <br /> As she is left dazed, Jinx has all the time to continue her assault. She lands a few more strikes on the bot she is straddling. <br /> But each of them are slightly weaker than the last. Her own system is suffering from the increasing errors. <br /> Her data corrupts from the constant unprepared switching of personality programs without having the proper time to transfer all correct files and adjusting other settings. <br /> Almost like shoving a USB in and out without ejecting it, the risk of further corruption exponentially grows each time she swaps. <br /> The bot sways in place, unable to keep herself still. She then falls backwards, lying on the floor as her legs remain tangled with Jane’s. <br /> She continues to shiver and shake. Constantly shifting in place while wildly swinging into the air.<br /> Jane struggles to get up. She plants her hand on the ground to push off of the floor, but instantly slips and falls back into place. <br /> The two robotic women are basically trapped, scrambling on the floor. Either unable to use their body to get up, or unable to know that they should get up. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane tries to calm herself down. In order to get a hold over this new weird way of interfacing with the world, she needs to take things one step at a time. She focuses on her hands movement, getting to grips with the wireless delay. <br /> Just as she begins to feel a bit more used to it, something shocks her yet again. <br /> She feels soft cotton press against her privates. It squishes against that sensitive place and shivers are shot straight to her head. It feels tingly and odd, because now even these sexual signals are sent wirelessly. They scratch an odd itch she never knew she had, and is enough to overwhelm her almost immediately. <br /> <br /> <br /> She looks down at the origin of this bizarre sensation. <br /> Jane sees that Jinx has switched back to Cheryl. Who has taken advantage of their position to shove her crotch into Jane’s.<br /> She rubs gently against the bot, the thin cloth between the two both shielding them but creating its own form of teasing pleasure. <br /> “W-waitt” Jane tries to sputter out, but is swiftly interrupted by her own moans. <br /> Cheryl does not heed the pleading. <br /> Whether she could not hear the words, not interpret them. Or simply she does not care. It is hard to tell. <br /> Cheryl writhes against Jane, and the two erupt into a symphony of moans. Cheryl’s sounds are still cacophonous due to the glitchy mess of her system.<br /> Jane is almost mortified to hear that her own moans are slowly starting to sound more like Cheryl’s.<br /> The occasional hitch or hiccup interrupting her honest expressions of pleasure. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane has grown to almost expect the sudden switching. She is always caught off guard about the exact timing, but generally expects it to happen before she is able to truly do something about it.<br /> What she did not see coming was such a swift one-two follow up.<br /> Just as she begins to let the cloud of pleasure distract her already over encumbered system, she feels the pressure vanish from between her legs.<br /> Then suddenly it is redirected to her stomach when a punch lands as Jinx towers over her once again. <br /> Jane can’t keep up with these hits. She is struggling to respond even slightly.<br /> The only thing that has kept her going for this long was the fact that Jinx was getting weaker and weaker as her system breaks.<br /> That final blow is only a third of the damage she was able to dish out at the beginning.<br /> Jinx keeps attempting to sling taunts, swears, and yells.<br /> But all of her dialogue is so choppy that it’s completely unintelligible. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane shields herself before the next strike connects which does further lessen the blow. But there is no possibility of restoring the damage already done. So it is nothing more than slowing the battle of attrition that she is woefully losing. <br /> Her body is feeling more and more distant. She notices as she clutches herself to shield her body that even the wireless is beginning to error.<br /> Things aren’t responding correctly to her commands. Her arm moves into place right, but her fingers don’t seem to listen. <br /> She feels even further from herself. The separation between mind and body is stronger than any connection.<br /> The only thing keeping her grounded is the nagging sensation of sexual pleasure. Even with signals glitching, or dropped inputs, it still hits just as hard.<br /> This is likely due to the sheer amount of data. When half of it is lost it is still more than enough to do its job. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jane struggles to think. She can react only instinctively. She knows Jinx is somewhere above her, so she kicks repeatedly as hard as she can. No grace, elegance or accuracy. She manages to graze the bot a solid number of times. <br /> Eventually the sheer force and friction is enough to tear the waistband of her underwear. Leaving the tattered cloth to slowly fall off of her as she continues her wild flurry of kicks. <br /> Finally she lands a strong hit on the bot, who was unable to properly see and react to Jane. <br /> She collapses back onto the ground and Jane races to pin her once more. <br /> Jane grabs hold of Jinx. She continues to struggle against her.<br /> She can feel her hold is not as strong as it was before. And even her previous hold was weak enough to be overthrown. <br /> Jane has to do something to pacify Jinx. To sap her of her strength.<br /> And with the hazy mess of horny excitement clouding any judgement she might usually have, the answer seems perfectly obvious. <br /> Jane holds both of Jinx’s wrists above the bot's head with a single hand. Then with the other she creeps down to the bot's underwear and rips it off. Leaving them both half naked. <br /> Jane doesn’t want to waste time. She can’t.<br /> So while she still has Jinx under control, she carefully slides two fingers into the robots inviting slit. <br /> She ventures inside of her, as she has done many times. She has spent nights pleasuring Cheryl time and time again. So she feels confident that she can deliver an experience that is enough to completely stall the robot before her. <br /> <br /> <br /> She palpates the robots' quivering insides. Using her limber fingers she performs various movement patterns that she knows excites the robot in just the right way.<br /> She slides out of her cavity in order to continue her assault. She gently circles the imitation clit.<br /> She knows Cheryl is a little over sensitive. So she instead just teases. Gently approaching that orb of simulated nerve endings but never really touching it. Just radiating around it. <br /> Jinx reacts strongly. She lets out a noise that Jane can only assume is intended to be a moan. Her face seems desperate to find an expression that fits what she is feeling but never settles on a single one.<br /> She swaps constantly between them, anguish, pleasure, confusion, happiness…<br /> Jane has an odd moment of clarity as she fingers the glitching bot. <br /> She feels bad for the Jinx identity. Her existence as an entity is debatable. The exact science of these personality programs are still seldom discussed so the entire thing is almost a mystery.<br /> But Jinx finally seems to be calming down. She seems to feel less violent and less intense. It’s impossible to tell exactly what mess of signals is causing this new behaviour, but Jane can’t deny the possibility of pleasure and positivity is the determining factor. <br /> And just as this perception softens her grip, Jinx breaks free.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jinx is reaching the end of her rope. The entire problem started when an incorrectly applied tear canister began to leak into her system. Frying core computer chips that manage a lot of her programming.<br /> If she was less broken, this final gambit would have worked. But instead, sparks fly within. Hidden by the layers of metal and artificial skin that encases her electronics. <br /> <br /> <br /> She slams her forehead into Jane. The headbutt is intense. A sudden burst of strength resulted from another sudden short circuit frying the limit switches on her internal actuators. <br /> No longer is her system holding itself back to keep her body together. The full force of her mechanics is unleashed, which heavily damages Jane, but even more so harms Jinx herself.<br /> The damage on Jane is not visible, but it is monumental regardless.<br /> She lands on the floor completely unconscious. <br /> Despite that, her body continues to oddly twitch and writhe on the floor. Akin to some form of robotic rigor mortis. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jinx is not spared the same luxury of appearing normal. Her neck is slightly torn off of its hinges. The artificial skin ruptures, and the metal plating underneath rips.<br /> Broken wires and computer components spray out of the new opening. She collapses on top of Jane. <br /> The two robots lay on top of eachother. Arms and legs continue to gyrate and move with inhuman patterns. <br /> But the robots have fallen silent. They are broken.<br /> <br /> <br /> An hour later, Fiona has finished her scene. She was doing a pretty intense action scene but has finally finished up. She has long black hair which extends down past her shoulders. She plays the character Caitlyn. <br /> Fiona heads to Jane’s trailer. She wants to chat with the bot and go over some details about their characters, since they will be doing a lot of filming together tomorrow. <br /> But when she arrives the trailer has multiple dents in its walls. She runs up to the door and breaks it off its hinges when it refuses to open. <br /> There she finds the two bots on the floor. The damage to Cheryl is shocking, but it is clear Jane doesn’t fare much better. <br /> She sighs. This is going to cause problems for the production.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=190787 2024-12-10T10:49:11Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> #[[Acting Off-screen]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=190314 2024-11-22T11:26:44Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>#[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]] <br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:TotallyNot]]<br /> [[Category:Features]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Reploid_Reconstruction&diff=190309 2024-11-21T14:46:20Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Jenny takes a long and heavy sigh. She wipes her brow, trying to brush away the collecting droplets of sweat. Her hands are stained with grease and she holds a wrench. A car part lays on her work top, finally restored. She had been doing some work on it, and just finished tightening the exterior panels back on. Jenny loves her work as a mechanic. It is fulfilling and satisfying. But she does find herself longing for something more. She has fixed more than a hundred fa...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Jenny takes a long and heavy sigh. She wipes her brow, trying to brush away the collecting droplets of sweat. Her hands are stained with grease and she holds a wrench. A car part lays on her work top, finally restored. She had been doing some work on it, and just finished tightening the exterior panels back on. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jenny loves her work as a mechanic. It is fulfilling and satisfying. But she does find herself longing for something more. She has fixed more than a hundred faulty engines. Even the most dedicated would find the repetition exhausting. And she can’t deny that when she took this job, she hoped for some more complicated jobs. What hse really wanted to do was work with reploids. She had spent so long learning how to do electrical engineering but mostly works with gas powered car parts.<br /> She puts her hands on her hips and looks at the engine in front of her. She is wearing a white tank top, made out of a pretty thin material. She has a sports bra underneath for the best support. She has dark blue jeans on and a pair of ragged sneakers to complete the look. It isn’t anything pretty but it's perfect for her work. She wouldn’t want to ruin any of her nice clothes with the oil stains and sweat she is covered in at the end of a long day. <br /> <br /> <br /> She works in a small isolated warehouse. It is an odd situation, but it works best for her. She gets shipped broken materials and sends them back each week fixed. All the details are always shared with her over email, so she keeps a tight inventory to make sure nothing gets lost or shipping goes awry. She keeps a messy board of notes that she prints out and keeps on her wall. She always has a system, and it might seem like madness to others, it is what feels most comfortable for her.<br /> She begins to carefully package the part. First pulling on her large roll of bubble wrap and layering the part in it. She uses tape to seal it shut, then places it in one of her hundreds of cardboard boxes. They are all laid flat in two large towers near the corner of her workshop. She fills the rest of the space in the box with scrunched up packing paper then seals that up to. She tapes the relevant shipping info to the front with the matching product ID. <br /> <br /> <br /> Now she takes it outside. There is a shipping container type of thing that is kept under lock and key. She fills it slowly and it is taken away weekly, replaced with a new empty one.<br /> But when she steps out of the door, she stops in her tracks. There is a second shipping container. One next to the usual one. It can’t be that it arrived early, it literally never has before in her years of working here. She decides to just put the box away first before investigating further. <br /> So she fiddles with her keys for a moment to unlock the usual container and stack the box carefully into the mess. Once locked back up, Jenny turns her attention onto the dark gray metal container next to her. <br /> She wanders up to it and sees it uses the same lock as her one. Maybe it was just an early shipment or something like that. <br /> So she slides the key into the opening and after a small struggle with the slightly rusted metal, it opens.<br /> It is filled almost completely with broken down reploid bodies. Some completely in pieces, others largely intact with some minor surface damage. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jenny is absolutely shocked. Usually reploid bodies are sent to specific facilities. After all, that's the main reason almost none have turned up in her shop despite having such glowing reviews. The official facilities are trusted far more and are well equipped for repairs.<br /> Jenny pokes her head out of the door to check the street. It is completely empty. <br /> She takes a large gulp. She grabs the nearest bot with all parts connected and picks it up. A couple that were stacked on top of her fall down, making a lot of noise. <br /> She winces and checks again to find the street just as silent as before. <br /> She carries the body back in doors, then quickly locks the container back up. <br /> <br /> <br /> She rushes back into her warehouse and shuts the door. She is panting, feeling a rush of adrenaline. <br /> There is no way this was intended. This container ended up here by accident for some reason. She shouldn’t have access to it. But she refuses to pass up this golden opportunity to finally do what she has dreamed of for years. <br /> She looks down at the robot. She quickly propped her up against the wall so it was sitting.<br /> She has incredibly long pink and blue hair. A tight black bodysuit with pink highlights hugs her artificial body. It’s cut and torn. A large rip exposes one of her breasts. The artificial pinkish nipple looked relatively undamaged. Gold armor like pieces are attached to her wrists. The one on the right has a large crack down the center. The left one only has a few scratches. And she has large white boots on with gold rims that match her arm parts. <br /> <br /> <br /> She gazes at the bot with absolute delight. She looks more than alright on the outside. So she will have to start getting to her insides to see the problem. Not to mention until further notice she has a large amount of spare parts all piled up on top of each other if anything needs replacing. <br /> <br /> <br /> She gets up close to the reploid and leans her forward a bit. She looks at the back of its neck, brushing its thick hair aside. There is a small piece of metal where its serial code is engraved. She takes note of the long string of numbers and gives it a search on her phone.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Eratoeir… What a lovely name.” Jenny says to herself. There is some superfluous information on the model but little of it is very relevant. <br /> Jenny shuts her phone off and begins to drag the body over to her workbench. She lays the bot out flat. <br /> Reploids are largely built from a layer of artificial skin. Not exactly something she can just drill into. She is not going to grab a scalpel and start working like a surgeon either. Luckily they usually have panels of metal along the sides or hidden by their clothes which can open up on hinges. <br /> She begins to use her hand to feel out the robot, and sure enough she finds it. A thin stripe of metal along the either side of her body. In order to get access to it, she will have to strip the robot. <br /> The bodysuit looks pretty complicated, and it is already partly in tatters. So Jenny grabs a pair of scissors and slices right through. Stripping the material off of her.<br /> The reploid lays naked on the table. Her absolutely curvy figure is on full display. Jenny can’t help but feel a little bashful. The naked form in front of her is pretty appealing. But she tries not to be too lecherous while working on her. <br /> Now that it is out in the open, she can see some slight indents. The body is usually opened by a program played by the reploid herself. But since her CPU is likely fried, that is not going to be an option here.<br /> <br /> <br /> But this is a common problem when working on non-functional reploids. So they are built in with a small section that can be forced open from the outside without damaging anything. <br /> So Jenny does just that. She uses a cruder tool, simply grabbing a nearby crowbar and levering it open. It takes a bit of strength, but once she feels it budge, the rest is easy. She pulls it open, and leaves it to hang on the hinge. It remains upright at a 45 degree angle facing away from her body. <br /> Inside the dense network of electronics can be found. Jenny grins with sheer glee. She gazes at the complicated circuitry, lines of rubber insulated wires and brilliant motherboards. <br /> <br /> <br /> At first glance she can see some issues. What seems to be her storage device is in pieces, with small shards of metal coating the nearby area. Secondly, there are tons of torn or disconnected wires. She seems surprisingly insulated, and doesn't look like anything is contaminated. So Jenny won’t have to worry about spending an hour cleaning before she can do anything. She sighs with relief. <br /> She quickly determines the best way to handle it will be to clear the bot out and rebuild her from within.<br /> <br /> <br /> She starts taking inventory of the parts that do seem still largely functional, needing only minor tune ups. She grabs a screwdriver and begins to slowly take her apart piece by piece.<br /> She carefully lays the removed pieces next to her on a clean cloth. <br /> The junk pieces get tossed into her industrial sized rubbish tub to the side. <br /> She works diligently as she takes everything out. <br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually the bot is basically entirely hollowed out. There are some pieces in the face that will need to be done separately, but most of her core hardware is here.<br /> She still has what looks like a functional motherboard and power supply, but the rest is basically junk.<br /> First things first, she begins testing the promising parts. She hooks them up to the requisite materials and powers them on. The easiest are the cabless, which she can just quickly test with anything that has the correct port.<br /> She grabs her old laptop, and powers it on. It’s unlikely, but it could do some damage so it's good to use something she doesn’t mind losing. <br /> About half of them work, the other half are junk. Some she has replacements for in house, and the others she excavates from some other reploids. <br /> <br /> <br /> Once done with those she has to run some diagnostic programs on the other parts. She begins with a few disappointing misses, but her motherboard does completely work. She was worried it would be the biggest issue since it could be uniquely designed for her. She grins to herself as she works. <br /> She can’t believe she is finally doing it. Getting her hands all over these intricate mechanical pieces. Slotting things into ports, taking them apart and removing busted pieces…<br /> It is delightful.<br /> <br /> <br /> Now finally… she can get to the absolute best part. She stares down the empty reploid. Her beautiful pink hair. Her tasteful armor. <br /> She begins plugging wires into her various outlets. She has all sorts of ports and connections inside her body that connect to different parts. <br /> She routes in the fixed up pieces, ensuring proper energy flow and connection each and every step. <br /> She brings in some new parts she couldn’t fix up from outside and begins working on those. But as time goes on everything ends up in the robot. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jenny stands triumphantly as she looks down at the filled body. Now all that is left is working on the central processing unit in her brain. <br /> The hinge on her face is better hidden, but eventually Jenny finds it and gets it open. <br /> She is happy to find that her CPU is virtually undamaged. She needs to replace a circuit first, then just give it a cleaning. <br /> She scrubs away some of the built up rust in her metal bone structure. It is a pretty thin layer so it doesn’t take too long. <br /> Now she has plugged everything in, all that's left is to reapply the thermal paste to the CPU. She always finds this so fun, doing a different pattern each time. She decides to do a little smiley face as a signature for her first newly repaired reploid. <br /> <br /> <br /> She shuts all of the body's hinges. She is just about done. She plugs the bot into the wall with a port in her lower back. <br /> Jenny waits with bated breath as she watches the bot. It takes about a minute before anything happens. The reploids' closed eyes twitch for a moment then open up. A beautiful pink and yellow hue glows from them and stares forward. The light of her eyes pulses in a slow repetitive manner.<br /> Jenny has read enough user manuals to know what this means. It is functional! Everything is working.<br /> This means she needs some time to charge back up to full. It will take only about half an hour, which perfectly lines up with her lunch break.<br /> So as Jenny bites into her sandwich she stares into the bot's eyes intensely. <br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually just as Jenny begins to scroll on her phone, she hears a beep coming from the charging reploid.<br /> She jumps up from her chair and runs over. <br /> A start up sequence begins. <br /> “B-booting up. Running System32.exe” The robot says. Her voice is gentle and soothing, despite the occasional audio glitch. <br /> “Holy crap, holy crap!” Jenny mumbles to herself.<br /> The robot's fingers begin to articulate. She stumbles to her feet, accidentally pulling the cord out of the wall as she does so. <br /> “Eratoeir… O-online.” The reploid finally says. And as she does, the LEDs illuminating her eyes begin to dim until they resemble a human’s. <br /> <br /> <br /> There is a moment of silence. Jenny feels her heart racing.<br /> “Hello…? My name is Jenny.” She hesitantly says, wanting to break the silence.<br /> “H-hello Jenny. I am Eratoeir, a reploid companion. D-d-do you require my services?” She says. Her speech is more stuttery than Jenny had expected. It might be a software problem rather than hardware, which she has little to no experience in. There is not much she can do along those lines. <br /> “What do you mean… services?” Jenny asks, curious about the reploids function.<br /> “I-i offer a range of restorative services. Reinforcement skills, H-healing programs and s-sexual relief.” She says quite simply. <br /> <br /> <br /> “S-sexual relief?” Jenny repeats in disbelief. She didn’t realize that was a feature many reploids will have. Of course it does make sense as humanoid sexy machines that are manufactured for a number of uses. Even ones not explicitly designed for sex would have that sort of functionality.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Sexual relief selected. Entering s-s-s-s-sexy mode.” Eratoeir responds, as her body twitches again slightly. <br /> “W-wait no I didn’t mean-” Jenny begins to protest, blushing at the subject of conversation. <br /> But before she could continue, the robot had already closed the distance between them and took Jenny in for a deep kiss. <br /> She can feel the reploids tongue push past her lips and slide into Jenny’s mouth. Her body is usually artificially heated to feel more realistic, but she hadn’t had enough time to reach the desired internal temp. So her tongue is cold and bizarre. <br /> A mechanical piece covered in a layer of fake skin and muscle that is almost convincing but just different enough to be noticeable. <br /> Though despite that sensation being slightly unpleasant, Jenny doesn’t really feel the need to push Eratoeir off of her. <br /> Feeling her soft lips against hers… The way the robot gently wraps her arm around her waist is comforting. <br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually the robot breaks away. <br /> “You are so p-pretty.” Eratoeir says with a gentle smile. Her eyelid begins to twitch, and her voice stutters almost every sentence. But Jenny still finds it sweet. She just can’t help herself. <br /> “A-a-are you more dominant or submissive?” She then asks. Jenny thinks for a second, but considering that Eratoeir already has taken the lead, she wants to keep that going.<br /> “I-i um, I am submissive.” She admits softly, shifting her gaze to the floor out of embarrassment. <br /> She can’t believe she is just going along with this. She feels so wrapped up in the moment and is just going along with it. <br /> The robot dives back into another kiss after receiving this answer. <br /> Jenny just lets go, and enjoys herself.<br /> Once the robot ends the second kiss, she pushes the girl gently on the now empty workbench. She climbs up over on top of her. Jenny feels the weight of the reploid on her. It is carefully avoiding putting pressure on anything sensitive. But still, she is heavier than the average human, and it is noticeable. <br /> Quickly the robot begins trying to unbuckle the front of Jenny’s jeans. But her body is not fully under her own control. The mechanism that controls her motors still is slightly malfunctioning. So she fumbles with the button for a considerable amount of time.<br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually Jenny just steps in herself and undoes her jeans. She slides it down to her thighs, revealing her pretty boring black boxer briefs. She didn’t think she was going to be getting it on with any sexy robots when she got dressed that day. <br /> The robot does manage to pull those down, and find Jenny’s slightly unkempt pussy. A bushy mess conceals her adorable privates. <br /> Of course the robot does not mind. She does not hesitate to slide her fingers along Jenny’s slit. Running along its length. Up and down. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jenny breaks out into a loud moan. She has been far too engrossed in her work to explore her love life. And while she has some fun with herself, it is such a different experience when someone is holding her down and having their way with her. It is exciting. <br /> Jenny gazes up at the robot towering over her. <br /> She sees her beautiful figure. The robot attempts a smile but part of her facial muscles glitch in awkward ways. <br /> Her large chest dwarfing Jenny’s own. <br /> <br /> <br /> The robot is absolutely gorgeous, top to bottom. She is the perfect thing to look at as Jenny enjoys the pleasure. She is also delighted to find that while a number of the robots core programs are failing, the script for pleasuring seems fine.<br /> Eratoeir playfully explores all there is between Jenny’s legs. At one point she leans in and bites Jenny’s ear. She can’t help but clutch onto the bot as Eratoeir whispers into her ear.<br /> “Such a good girl~” The robot purrs. <br /> Eratoeir raises back up and takes a relaxed position. Her chest’s hinge begins to come loose slightly as she gets upright. Two of her fingers deep inside of Jenny. <br /> <br /> <br /> She pulls them out, and shows Jenny the slick substance coating her hand. <br /> “You are really en-en-enjoying this… huh~?” She says. <br /> Jenny watches intently, blushing stronger than ever before. <br /> The hinge comes loose and her chest opens up. <br /> The robot brings her hand up to her own lips as if to taste it. But the liquid begins to collect into a droplet.<br /> Jenny is still in a daze, and barely has the strength to see what is going to happen. But quickly she realizes.<br /> “W-wait Eratoeir!” She shouts out, but it's too late.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jenny’s excited juices drip from Eratoeir’s fingers and onto her complicated body. It seeps into a cable and suddenly a spark flies out, narrowly missing Jenny’s face.<br /> The robot seizes, murmuring gibberish.<br /> “ZZGhshsa zgjlogteoj jjeeennnyzhagz” It sputters, before collapsing back and falling off of the workbench. <br /> <br /> <br /> She slams into the floor. Her movement completely halts and the light fades from her eyes. Now just the blank muted gray pupil remains. No LEDs to give it color. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jenny watches as the whole thing happens. She lays back down and lets out a long sigh. She catches her breath after the exciting fun she was having before. Unsatisfied and still needy, but unable to continue.<br /> Finally she hops off the bench and looks down at the newly broken robot. <br /> She will need to fix the piece that short-circuited and some aesthetic features. Her face’s internal mechanics were pretty severely hurt by the crash. <br /> It is absolutely possible to do so, but it is demotivating having this happen to her first bot. <br /> She pulls her pants back up and ventures back outside into the container. She gazes out at the bodies to see what she can salvage.<br /> A sea of color, shiny material and drab inner parts that managed to escape. By her feet lies a blue robot with a tutu shaped cooling engine and a short bob cut. Further in near the top of the pile is a pink robot with a large yellow headband that extends far beyond the back of her head. Almost looks like a halo. <br /> One near the middle stands out for having beautiful coffee toned artificial skin. Her long purple hair shields the robot's eyes and reaches all the way down, tangled up slightly with some other bots.<br /> Jenny tries pulling her out but is disappointed when it becomes dislodged and she finds it is only the torso. The robot's arms and legs are completely missing, which is far too much work than it is worth at her current level.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally she sets her eyes on a slightly larger robot that is wedged into the side. She pulls the body out and finds an almost completely bot. Only missing one hand which can be replaced with a similar piece. Otherwise her long almost mage looking coat is basically spotless. She has a large metallic hat that curves outward. Clutched in the robot's still existing hand is half of a staff looking tool. Though it is snapped near the middle and mangled wires hang loosely from the split. She has long white legs, as if she was wearing tights. But they are part of her build directly. Her long blond hair is pretty clean, which is quite rare for most of these bots. <br /> This bot is harder to drag inside due to her size. She is almost a foot taller than Jenny. <br /> <br /> <br /> But finally she is laid down on the workbench. Jenny cranes the bot's neck to see her model number.<br /> “Let’s see here… Berkana!” She finds. <br /> She sets her back down. <br /> Jenny looks into the empty hand slot on the bot's right arm. Part of the connection ring is broken, so she will need to repair that for any replacements to actually work. <br /> This is a bit more of the brute metal work that Jenny is used to.<br /> She buffers out the gash through it, replacing the small metal prongs that conduct electricity. It takes a few minutes and is over surprisingly quickly. Jenny has built up a solid sweat as she worked the heavy power tools on the robot. <br /> <br /> <br /> She journeys into the container full of bots and seeks a hand that can be used. Some robots don’t have detachable pieces at all, while others use specific connection types that aren’t always compatible.<br /> Finally she does locate one. And despite the color being more of a gray than the white Berkana is, it absolutely does the job. <br /> She brings it back in and gives it a try. The piece seems to click into place.<br /> Now she does the same thing she had to do with Eratoeir, and finds the hinge. Berkana has a different mix of clothes and body parts. She has a large gown that is entirely made of cloth, but the same blue on her chest is actually a built in armor piece. It can be removed as well, but it isn’t necessary when trying to open her body.<br /> Finally she manages to get into the bot's insides. The issue is less obvious than with Eratoeir, so she actually has to carefully inspect most of the machinery. <br /> Eventually she realizes that her power supply is faulty, but basically everything else in her system works. <br /> <br /> <br /> So Jenny carefully removes it. She pulls it apart to see if it is salvageable, but quickly determines it's easier just to replace it. <br /> After jumping back into the container, she finds the same purple haired bot she pulled out. There is a perfectly intact power supply within. One of the only intact pieces of equipment within the poor reploid. <br /> Jenny brings it back inside and hooks it up into Berkana’s system. Everything seems alright, so she plugs the bot into the wall and waits. This time she doesn’t have lunch to entertain her in the meanwhile. While she could have gotten started on something else in the meantime she is far too fixated on these reploids of hers. <br /> <br /> <br /> When Berkana finally does spring to life, Jenny is ecstatic. <br /> The robot stands tall, but remains close enough to the wall to not damage the cable. <br /> She stands in a very dignified manner. Clasping her hands together gracefully.<br /> “H-h-h-h-h-h-” The reploid says. Her voice is completely garbled, and she is unable to even speak a single actual word. <br /> She has such a pleasant, almost motherly expression on her face as she speaks this robotic gibberish. <br /> Jenny walks over and unplugs her. She lays her back down and sees the microphone for her voice is totally broken. She feels a little embarrassed for not noticing it while she worked on the bot. Perhaps she got a bit overexcited and rushed her check. <br /> <br /> <br /> She is able to restore it without the need of spare materials with relative ease. It just takes a little rewiring and cleaning some odd residue that Jenny can not recognise. <br /> <br /> <br /> Once that is done, she places her back and plugs her in. This time less than a minute is needed to get up and running. <br /> “Hello, My name is Berkana.” She says. She seems less glitchy than before, which is a great sign to Jenny. In fact she seems to be running better than even Eratoeir. <br /> “Hi there! My name is Jenny.” The mechanic excitedly tells her.<br /> “How are you my darling~? Do you need any assistance from me?” The robot calmly inquires. <br /> Jenny feels downright shameful at her first thought of response. But it is hard to ignore the nagging desire growing between her legs. After being left unsatisfied by Eratoeir, it is hard not to be eager. In fact part of the reason she likely missed the microphone issue was due to her newfound desperation. <br /> “D-do you perform… um… private… services?” She awkwardly asks.<br /> “If you are referring to sexual intercourse, yes I am designed with a wide variety of expertise.” Berkana says. She gently removes the cable from her back and approaches Jenny. <br /> “You seem so tense, dear.” She says, each word layered in a soft warmth. <br /> She places her hands on Jenny’s shoulders and begins to massage them. The mechanic feels her stress just melt away, almost instantly. <br /> <br /> <br /> Berkana then makes her way behind the woman. Still maintaining her grip on her shoulders. But once in this position, she is able to whisper into her ears. <br /> “Just relax for me hun… It will feel so nice~” She says, as one of her hands moves and slips down her jeans. Just like that, Jenny feels those warm fingers find their way into her. Gently poking and prodding. Expertly teasing her clit without ever overstimulating her.<br /> But she is a little surprised by the warmth. She can even feel warmth from the robot behind her. Eratoeir was quite cold to the touch, not having enough time to warm up properly. <br /> <br /> <br /> But Jenny barely musters the strength to think about it further as she becomes putty in Berkana’s experienced hands. Still whispering sweet nothings into her ear. <br /> But suddenly her hand begins moving slightly awkwardly. It doesn’t hurt, but it is a noticeable drop in quality from mere moments before. <br /> Jenny trunks her head slightly to see Berkana’s body is shaking. <br /> She then grabs Berkana’s arm and moves it up so she can turn to see what is happening.<br /> Similar to before, she begins to seize and shake. Making odd noises all the while.<br /> “No! Why?” Jenny complains as she watches Berkana drop to the floor, offline. <br /> <br /> <br /> After a little while of checking her system and brainstorming, Jenny arrives at a theory. Her systems were significantly overheating, but her coolant seems fine. There is no hardware explanation, so it is likely due to a horde of corrupted software that led to the system failure. She sighs, there is not much she can do to fix that. Seems this one is just a dud.<br /> Just as she was starting to feel that beautiful satisfaction, too. She hangs her head with disappointment.<br /> But the day is nearly coming to a close. She will have to lock up and head home eventually. <br /> She decides she can not end the day on a failure. She will cum, she will successfully restore one of these reploids, and she will go home satisfied. <br /> <br /> <br /> Once more she ventures out into the container. She is considerably more thorough as she dredges through the scattered robots. <br /> Finally she happens upon the perfect project. Something that is in great condition, but has enough to restore that it will still feel like a victory. Not just a gimme. <br /> The robot is completely red, with what seems like pretty heavy armor. An odd tool is tightly clutched in her right hand. <br /> She has large wings on her back, but the left half has mostly snapped off leaving her design a little wonky. <br /> Due to all the extra metal, she is quite hard to drag out into the warehouse. Once she sets her down she realizes part of the right wing also got some chips as it scraped against the pavement. She feels bad for not being too careful, but knows that isn’t going to affect her programming at all. They aren’t functional wings, but rather just decoration it seems. <br /> She looks for the name of her final work of the day. <br /> “Ferham… let's see how this goes!” Jenny says to herself. <br /> <br /> <br /> She opens the bot up to see her theory was mostly correct. The reploid is not undamaged, but all that she see’s is very easy to fix up. A few broken cables that can easily be replaced, damaged memory stick ports that just need a bit of a touch up, things of that nature. <br /> She puts her hands together and stretches her fingers as she pushes them out. The pleasant cracking as she loosens up gets her ready to go. <br /> She gets to work immediately, and with great vigor. <br /> <br /> <br /> She begins with the core pieces that need fixed. The RAM ports are actually less gamaged than she thought. She just needs to remove a lodged piece of metal stuck in one and it is practically good to go. <br /> She didn’t notice the damage on the robots cooling system, the fans are completely inoperable even with proper power supply. So she does her routine scavenging for parts in the endless ocean of reploids at her disposal. <br /> <br /> <br /> As she works, she is watched diligently by the two previous failures she had fun with. Once they had broken she had propped them up against the wall so they could stand and wait for her to return to. They provide a fun audience for Jenny as she works extra hard. <br /> She takes apart the cooling system to replace the fan's motor with the new one she found, and it works like a charm. <br /> Her white tank top is caked in sweat as she replaces each wire, reaching her hand into awkward positions to reach the various ports. <br /> At this point most of the interior work is complete. <br /> She decides to inspect the odd tool the reploid is holding on to. It appears to basically be a high tech stick. It has a hole at the top which doesn’t seem super helpful. <br /> She finds that it is actually attached to her palm with an energy supply, so it clearly requires power. The energy supply is a little dodgy looking, but she can’t find any true damage. So she just gives it a clean and hopes for the best. <br /> <br /> <br /> Now finally she is done. She gazes at the peaceful resting face of the bot she worked so hard on. She has green eyes, with small pink lips. A large helmet hides her hair. In between the gaps of her armor Jenny can see a black cloth material shielding the reploids artificial skin. It seems this unit was probably used for combat more than anything else. She hopes she can get that last bit of pleasure she so craves. <br /> But there is only one way to find out. She plugs the bot into the wall and waits.<br /> As she stares in anticipation, she can’t help her fingers from crawling into her pants. But her own touch is just teasing her further, without being able to soothe her desire. It just stokes the flames more. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally the robot powers on. She stands up, and looks at the overworked mechanic before her.<br /> “Are you my commanding officer~?” She says, a slight snarl in her otherwise seductive voice. There is a maturity in her tone, but it comes across as far more authoritarian than Berkana’s. <br /> “Y-yes! Yes I am.” Jenny says. So she was right, it does seem to be some sort of militant bot. She finally gets an answer for the tool, as it comes to life. A long red beam extends out of it, forming the shape of a whip. It glows and crackles with intensity. <br /> “Hello Miss. How can I serve you today?” Ferham asks. While she seems intense, she is also surprisingly obedient. <br /> “I-I desire p-pleasuring!” Jenny demands. She does a poor job putting up a confident demeanor. Stumbling over every other word. But the reploid doesn’t pick up on that. <br /> “As you wish~” Ferham replies, tightening the whip in her hands. <br /> “I am sure you are aware of my specialty~?” She inquires. “My expertise in sado-masochistic play should be no surprise.” She purrs. Every word emanates power. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jenny stops and thinks for a moment. <br /> She is not exactly a hard kink type of person. But she is in such a haze of horny excitement the experimentation sounds fun. She decides to just go through with it. Throw caution to the wind.<br /> “Yes… Perhaps go a little softer than usual with a focus on my pleasure.” She tentatively asks, hoping it will result in the best for her. <br /> The robot smiles.<br /> “Sure~ I can do that for you, miss.” She says. She holds on tight to the glowing rope and brings her hands together, creating some slack. Before quickly tightening it again, resulting in a satisfying snap sound. The whip then decreases in brightness significantly, likely so it will hurt less. She swiftly uses it to bind Jenny.<br /> <br /> <br /> It wraps around one of her legs and brings her to her knees. Then completely ensnares her hands and ties them together. She feels a warm almost sizzle where the rope makes contact with her skin. But it is incredibly light, more of a tingle than a zap. She looks up at the dominating power above her. The robot undoes part of her armor around her waist which falls to the floor. Revealing a silicone based artificial pussy that Jenny is then shoved into. <br /> She sticks her tongue out almost instinctively. Exploring the folds of this pristinely perfect fake pussy. <br /> After a long day of hard work it just feels so good to do as she is told. Not to mention she notices that Ferham gave her just enough room with her hands to undo her jeans and get to work on herself. <br /> Jenny enjoys this bliss for a moment. Eating out this incredibly sexy robot while pleasuring herself. But eventually she is dragged up by her wrists. <br /> She meets the gaze of the reploid, who smiles with sadistic delight. <br /> With one hand she holds Jenny up, almost dangling there with her arms in the air. With the other hand Ferham slides a finger inside of Jenny’s pussy. The two kiss as Ferham fingers her and holds her in the air.<br /> Jenny is in utter bliss, finally getting the payoff she needed all day. Their tongues intermingle, as Jenny tastes the metallic steel within Ferham’s mouth. <br /> And as all of it overwhelms the delighted mechanic, she feels her climax build.<br /> Then without warning, she squirts hard, spraying the robot in front of her. <br /> She is barely conscious, still feeling the full body orgasm. But a loud zap sound and the smell of burning snaps her out of it.<br /> <br /> <br /> She falls to the floor as the whip buzzes out of existence. <br /> The robot before her falls to her knees. A smoke escaping out of her mouth, nose and ears. The liquid seeping through all the cracks and seams of her outfit. Once she fizzles out, Jenny stands up. She can barely believe the day she had, but is at least glad it ended on such a bang.<br /> All she does as she begins to clean herself and move the bot to a safer, out of the way location is think. Think about all the possibilities this container holds for her, and what comes next.</div>

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Olivaw]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Meeting At Meg's]]<br /> #[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]<br /> #[[Obsolescence]]<br /> #[[Leona]]<br /> #[[A Fembot Adventure]]<br /> #[[Of Rent and Robots]]<br /> #[[Certain Contradictions]]<br /> #[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]<br /> #[[First Date]]<br /> #[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]<br /> #[[The Plaything]]<br /> #[[Too Much of a Good Thing]]<br /> #[[Trixie or Treat]]<br /> #[[Home Trial (AUDIO)]]<br /> #[[Two for the Naughty List]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Universal Remote]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mike and Mary]]<br /> #[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===<br /> <br /> #[[June]]<br /> #[[Sara 3]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[戦闘機械 綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]<br /> #[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Volleybot]]<br /> #[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]<br /> #[[Training lesson]]<br /> #[[Fembot technician]]<br /> #[[Studio]]<br /> #[[Beer girl]]<br /> #[[Meet on bus]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Robot]]<br /> #[[TD Walkman Mall]]<br /> #[[Smashed]]<br /> #[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]<br /> #[[Witch Hazel]]<br /> #[[Chloe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A.I. 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Rises]]<br /> #[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]<br /> #[[Unmade, Unbroken]]<br /> #[[Out of this World]]<br /> #[[ShowStopper]]<br /> #[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]<br /> #[[The Family of Steel]]<br /> #[[Electric Child]]<br /> #[[Toys in the Attic]]<br /> #[[A House Divided]]<br /> #[[Kirsten's Choice]]<br /> #[[Epsilon]]<br /> #[[Cold Blood]]<br /> #[[Lawson's Eleven]]<br /> #[[A Criminal Mind]]<br /> #[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]<br /> #[[Falling Away]]<br /> #[[Valley of the Damned]]<br /> <br /> Season 2:<br /> <br /> #[[Mr. Roboto]]<br /> #[[Only Human]]<br /> #[[Beast]]<br /> #[[Dragon]]<br /> #[[Broken]]<br /> #[[King Nothing]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Automated Seduction]]<br /> #[[Reunion]]<br /> #[[$tacks Casino]]<br /> #[[The Neoprene Demon]]<br /> #[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]<br /> #[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]<br /> #[[T3SS4_M84U]]<br /> #[[Soviet Doll]]<br /> #[[Administrative Assistant]]<br /> #[[How To Transform Your Partner]]<br /> #[[IS4B3LL4 M84U (Truck Lot Bot)]]<br /> #[[Terminatrix - Genesis|Terminatrix]]<br /> #[[Close Call at the Costume Contest]]<br /> #[[Catwoman: An Erotic Fembot Novella]]<br /> #[[Programmed Competition]]<br /> #[[AVANT_ROBOTICS_GRLFRND]]<br /> #[[Sleeping Angel]]<br /> #[[CandyBot 007 in ‘A Spy Unraveled’]]<br /> #[[Truck Lot Bot]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''E'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Courtesy Suites]]<br /> #[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]<br /> #[[Choices]]<br /> #[[The Playroom]]<br /> #[[Market Test]]<br /> #[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]<br /> #[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]<br /> #[[April]]<br /> #[[1962]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]<br /> #[[Electric Sleep]]<br /> #[[Electric Dreams]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Plantation &quot;Sister-In-Law&quot;]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''F'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]<br /> #[[Robots are Us]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Maid]]<br /> #[[Dead Dog Two]]<br /> #[[Setting Things Straight]]<br /> #[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]<br /> #[[Cybersocialites]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dora]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]<br /> #[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]<br /> #[[Sour Candy]]<br /> #[[Model Citizen]]<br /> #[[The Magi and the Harem]]<br /> #[[Achilles Heels]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]<br /> #[[The Bridesmaid]]<br /> #[[The Secret]]<br /> #[[True Lies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Nannybot1000A]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Numerology]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Question Of Faith]]<br /> #[[A Question Of Liberty]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Frenchman319|Frenchman319]]===<br /> #[[Un léger dysfonctionnement au bureau]]<br /> #[[A Conclusive Safety Test]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FTLTraveler|FTLTraveler]]===<br /> #[[Dreamchaser]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; 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style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''H'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Jumplead]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]<br /> #[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Yet Untitled Story]]<br /> #[[Loveless]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hyperspace51|Hyperspace51]]===<br /> #[[Used]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/HypnoticProse|HypnoticProse]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''I'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sloane]]<br /> #[[Quiet Night In]]<br /> #[[Emergency Repair]]<br /> #[[Registration]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Robbery]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''J'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===<br /> <br /> #[[K600]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Back To The Circuit Board]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===<br /> <br /> #[[An Inside Job]]<br /> #[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===<br /> <br /> #[[First Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Karen's Date]]<br /> #[[Doctor Who fanfic]]<br /> #[[A Trip to the ER]]<br /> #[[Loyalty]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Crash]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''K'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Monday]]<br /> #[[Friday]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mistress Mira]]<br /> #[[R-Bots]]<br /> #[[Two-Perfect!]]<br /> #[[Mmmmegan]]<br /> #[[Merger]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Charlie 25]]<br /> #[[Reflections]]<br /> #[[Service Call]]<br /> #[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The &quot;Lost Chapter&quot;)<br /> #[[Hell's Canary]]<br /> #[[Are You Serious?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Perfection]]<br /> #[[Repo]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]<br /> #[[T-Series - Actual Story]]<br /> #[[Synth-Co]]<br /> #[[Yet to be Titled Story]]<br /> #[[Deep Research]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Long Sleep]]<br /> #[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]<br /> #[[The Robo-Lover]]<br /> #[[Androids At War]]<br /> #[[Death]]<br /> #[[Rebirth]]<br /> #[[Nova's First Job]]<br /> #[[The Vile Collector]]<br /> #[[NVA Showdown]]<br /> #[[The Mourning After]]<br /> #[[The House of the Dead]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Guest]]<br /> #[[Voice of the Void]]<br /> #[[Garbage]]<br /> #[[Fangs of Steel]]<br /> #[[Killers]]<br /> #[[Fate]]<br /> #[[Berserker]]<br /> #[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]<br /> #[[I Didn't Know]]<br /> #[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]<br /> #[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]<br /> #[[The World Walker]]<br /> #[[Glory]]<br /> #[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===<br /> <br /> #[[An Afternoon To Remember]]<br /> #[[Holiday In The Sun]]<br /> #[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]<br /> #[[After the Makeover]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Korby)]]<br /> #[[JLA/Fembots]]<br /> #[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]<br /> #[[Remaking Rebecca]]<br /> #[[Another Makeover]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]<br /> #[[The Appointment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]<br /> #[[1985, Paris, France...]]<br /> #[[The Golden Dawn]]<br /> #[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]<br /> #[[Saucy Puppet Show]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot User Manual]]<br /> #[[Cindy]]<br /> #[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]<br /> #[[Getting to First Base]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''L'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Life as a Sexbot]]<br /> #[[AlyssaBot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lilith|Lilith]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Love After the Battlefield]]<br /> #[[TPU-SOA Hack Job]]<br /> #[[College Story Anthology]]<br /> #[[CyberSlinger]]<br /> #[[Blind Troubleshooting Stream]]<br /> #[[Best Friends (Comic - WIP)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Surprising Breakfast]]<br /> #[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]<br /> #[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Ride Home]]<br /> #[[Demonstration Unit]]<br /> #[[A Change of Hair]]<br /> #[[The Cook]]<br /> #[[The Stewards]]<br /> #[[Processor Test]]<br /> #[[Sugar Cube Girl]]<br /> #[[The Cure]]<br /> #[[Super X Clean]]<br /> #[[Contraband]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Final Frontier]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]<br /> #[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]<br /> #[[Solipsistic]]<br /> #[[Electrostatic]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]<br /> #[[Diagnostic]]<br /> #[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]<br /> #[[The Co-Star]]<br /> #[[Bot Town Blues]]<br /> #[[Salvage]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]<br /> #[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]<br /> #[[Nihilistic]]<br /> #[[Fire Hazard]]<br /> #[[House Call]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]<br /> #[[The Haunted Manor]]<br /> #[[Omnic Replica]]<br /> #[[Naughty or Nice]]<br /> #[[CRASH IMMELMANN IN: OVERTURE REQUIEM PROTOCOL: M.I.L.F!]]<br /> #[[Under the Influence]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''M'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Maxyz|Maxyz]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cyber Angels]]<br /> #[[Spectrum Dolls]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Tales of Syntech]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 2]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 3]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 4]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 5]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 6]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MalfunctioningGynoid|MalfunctioningGynoid]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Falling Out]]<br /> #[[LifeLike Incorporated]]<br /> #[[Travel Troubles]]<br /> #[[Wedding Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Start to Something Big]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cancelled Project]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MechaStar81|MechaStar81]]===<br /> #[[Magic Manifesting In Machinery]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]<br /> #[[Human Failure. (2200)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Shannon's Third Law]]<br /> #[[Tiffany's Third Law]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Bounty Hunter]]<br /> #[[Best Friends]]<br /> #[[Fighting Love]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]<br /> #[[Blood Angel]]<br /> #[[Deception]]<br /> #[[Errors And Glitches]]<br /> #[[Family Affair]]<br /> #[[Family Life]]<br /> #[[Favourite Parodies]]<br /> #[[Lonely With The Ages]]<br /> #[[Lying And Cheating!]]<br /> #[[My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Not Perfect]]<br /> #[[Regret]]<br /> #[[Secret Wishes]]<br /> #[[Secretaries]]<br /> #[[Shock]]<br /> #[[Spanish Fly Virus]]<br /> #[[Tennis, Anyone?]]<br /> #[[The Lullaby]]<br /> #[[The Package]]<br /> #[[The Red Roses]]<br /> #[[The Student]]<br /> #[[The Temp]]<br /> #[[The Visit]]<br /> #[[Visiting The In-Laws]]<br /> #[[A Nice Gesture]]<br /> #[[Ever Lasting Smile]]<br /> #[[Finding True Happiness]]<br /> #[[Alive?]]<br /> #[[The New Girl]]<br /> #[[The Nurse]]<br /> #[[Chase]]<br /> #[[The First Time...]]<br /> #[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]<br /> #[[The Unwanted Gift]]<br /> #[[Losing One's Self]]<br /> #[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]<br /> #[[Sitting On The Couch]]<br /> #[[Can You Fix It?]]<br /> #[[Ugly]]<br /> #[[Finally]]<br /> #[[Bad Dreams]]<br /> #[[Apartment 7]]<br /> #[[Married to a Machine]]<br /> #[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]<br /> #[[Remote Me]]<br /> #[[Missing]]<br /> #[[Roll With It]]<br /> #[[Still Rolling]]<br /> #[[Happy Easter]]<br /> #[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]<br /> #[[Testing, 1,2,3]]<br /> #[[Why worry?]]<br /> #[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]<br /> #[[Cat Out of the Bag]]<br /> #[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]<br /> #[[I Did Astro's Mom]]<br /> #[[The Lunch]]<br /> #[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]<br /> #[[Why?]]<br /> #[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]<br /> #[[The Car Crash]]<br /> #[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]<br /> #[[The Last Goodbye]]<br /> #[[Across the street]]<br /> #[[The Diva]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===<br /> <br /> #[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl]]<br /> #[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]<br /> #[[Room 9 Surprise]]<br /> #[[A Huge Add-On]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/mister_minations|mister_minations]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Unusual Bathtime Conversation]]<br /> #[[Unusual Chance Encounter]]<br /> #[[Unusual Corporate Espionage]]<br /> #[[Rusted Rails]]<br /> #[[Unusual Benefits]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MixandGull|MixandGull]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Exchange Student]]<br /> #[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mail-Order Aya]]<br /> #[[Lusty Encore]]<br /> #[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]<br /> #[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Morgan Cartlann|Morgan Cartlann]]===<br /> #<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Tech Tutorial]]<br /> #[[Salvaged Hardware]]<br /> #[[Deadline]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Programmed Fantasy]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Debbi's Diary]]<br /> #[[Some Assembly Required]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Freak-World]]<br /> ##[[Mermaid Examination]]<br /> ##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]<br /> ##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Lily's Story]]<br /> #[[Debugging]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''N'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Natalie Bayer|Natalie Bayer]]===<br /> <br /> *Own works<br /> <br /> #[[The Fantasia Club]]<br /> #[[Natalie's Story]]<br /> #[[Tonight: Erin's Upgrade]]<br /> #[[The Fantasia Club]]<br /> #[[Bits and Pieces]]<br /> #[[Encounter with Emily]]<br /> #[[Checked Items]]<br /> #[[Crash and Burn]]<br /> #[[Open-case]]<br /> #[[Halloween Short]]<br /> #[[Cross Country]]<br /> #[[Roommates]]<br /> #[[Riley's Story - Coming of Age]]<br /> <br /> *Commissioned Work<br /> #[[Heart of the Arcane]]<br /> #[[Frustration]]<br /> #[[The Collins Family Values]]<br /> #[[Company Property]]<br /> #[[Lucidia City University]]<br /> #[[Frankie]]<br /> #[[Chloe - Part 2 - The Spa]]<br /> #[[Chloe - Part 1 - The Escape]]<br /> #[[T-X Romance]]<br /> #[[Maid Service]]<br /> #[[Adrift]]<br /> #[[Secret Longings]]<br /> #[[Jeff and Sydney]]<br /> #[[Office Work]]<br /> #[[Technically Supported]]<br /> #[[Alexia and Sophie]]<br /> #[[Charlie Down]]<br /> #[[Party of Three]]<br /> #[[Yandere]]<br /> #[[Agent Candy]]<br /> #[[Soldiering On]]<br /> #[[Friends]]<br /> #[[Tennis Anyone?]]<br /> #[[Soccer Mom - MEGAN]]<br /> #[[An Age of Exploration]]<br /> #[[Coming of Age: Natalie Bayer|Coming of Age]]<br /> #[[Dustball Chronicles]]<br /> #[[Spider]]<br /> #[[Gothic Spider Queen]]<br /> #[[Workspace Difficulties]]<br /> #[[A Learning Experience]]<br /> #[[Superiority Complex]]<br /> <br /> ===[[NicoCheese]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Nico's Section of Silly Snippets]]<br /> #[[Chilling With Maggie]]<br /> #[[Trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom]]<br /> #[[A Pokemon Encounter Down Route 22]]<br /> #[[Legosi x Juno Meltdown]]<br /> #[[A Unique Kind of Car Wash]]<br /> #[[Chilling With Maggie Again]]<br /> #[[The Governor's Secret]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Scheduled Maintenance]]<br /> #[[The Third Pew]]<br /> #[[Therapy]]<br /> #[[Pimp My Ride]]<br /> #[[Working Late]]<br /> #[[The Hammer]]<br /> #[[Something Borrowed]]<br /> #[[Doctor's Visit]]<br /> #[[Strangers on a Plane]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''O'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]<br /> #[[Technical Difficulties]]<br /> #[[The Sex Coders]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bounty Hunter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''P'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Everything Old is New Again]]<br /> #[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]<br /> #[[Palindrome]]<br /> #[[Solve for X]]<br /> #[[Double Blind]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Modification]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sarah Jones]]<br /> #[[After the Club]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Delivery]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Vickybot/Victoria]]<br /> #[[The Rubdown]]<br /> #[[Dyson Family Values]]<br /> #[[A Second Rubdown]]<br /> #[[Becoming the Perfect Wife]]<br /> #[[Introducing the Perfect Wife]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Porcelaingirl|Porcelaingirl]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Plane as Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Pretzel|Pretzel]]===<br /> #[[Memory Leak]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===<br /> <br /> *Unfinished Tidbits<br /> <br /> #[[Tronic Ella]]<br /> #[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]<br /> #[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]<br /> #[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]<br /> #[[Job Interview]]<br /> #[[Project Titan]]<br /> #[[Busted]]<br /> <br /> *Complete Stories<br /> <br /> #[[Prototype]]<br /> #[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]<br /> #[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]<br /> #[[One in Six]]<br /> #[[Board Meeting]]<br /> #[[Kia Takes Control]]<br /> #[[Cassie Saves the Day]]<br /> #[[Flying Free]]<br /> #[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]<br /> #[[In Control]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #[[Kate on the Run]]<br /> #[[Meeting the Superstar]]<br /> #[[Boybot to girlbot]]<br /> #[[Michelle vs. Number One]]<br /> #[[Changing Life]]<br /> <br /> *The ReVerse<br /> <br /> #Castle Mysteries<br /> ##[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]<br /> ##[[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> ##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]<br /> ##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]<br /> ##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> ##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]<br /> ##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Maddie and Ted<br /> ##[[Doll And Her Teddy]]<br /> ##[[Maddie Follows Orders]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Boom-Boom<br /> ##[[BoomBoom Bots]]<br /> ##[[BoomBoom's Back]]<br /> #[[My New PDA]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]<br /> <br /> *Jamie's Over<br /> <br /> #[[Jamies out shopping]]<br /> #[[Jamies night out]]<br /> <br /> *Other<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot Alphabet]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Protrepticus|Protrepticus]]===<br /> #[[Terminatrix: Battle of the Queens]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''Q'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Can't Sleep]]<br /> #[[Meanwhile]]<br /> #[[The Encounter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''R'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/R3DD|R3DD]]===<br /> #[[Am I Perfect for You?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Persona Internal Memorandum]]<br /> #[[Can't You Hear Me Howl]]<br /> #[[Dr. Doone and the Series Eight]]<br /> #[[The Yard Sale]]<br /> #[[Jumper...]]<br /> #[[Persona Tests: Pamela One Point Zero]]<br /> #[[Persona Tests: McKenzie One Point Zero]]<br /> <br /> *The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)<br /> <br /> #[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> <br /> *The &quot;Momentary&quot; Series (TheSpotConlon)<br /> <br /> #[[The Moment When]]<br /> #[[Ping]]<br /> #[[The First Moment in Her Head]]<br /> #[[The Moment in the Bar]]<br /> <br /> *GPT Stories<br /> <br /> #[[GPT Story: Sarah Meets Her Roommate]]<br /> #[[GPT Story: Robin Programs a New Unit]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RancidInsanity|RancidInsanity]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Waring Sisters]]<br /> #[[Failura]]<br /> #[[Ceres]]<br /> #[[Christmas in Russia]]<br /> #[[The Big Crazy Plan]]<br /> #[[Suzie the Therapist]]<br /> #[[The Phantom of the Factory]]<br /> #[[Cassie]]<br /> #[[Batman:Fembots]]<br /> #[[The Mansion of Andrea]]<br /> #[[Noura &amp; Natalya]]<br /> #[[Sync Wars]]<br /> #[[Cyber Party]]<br /> #[[Futuristic Ligeia]]<br /> #[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]<br /> #[[Camping Trip]]<br /> #[[King Cecil and the Three Collars]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Emi-Bot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Theives]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/rfhbv|rfhbv]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Saga of Congan]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Rivercrushes|Rivercrushes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Personality Upgrade]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RoxxyRobofox|RoxxyRobofox]]===<br /> <br /> #[[As Seen on TV]]<br /> #[[Hobby Model]]<br /> #[[Basic Services]]<br /> #[[Children of the Forge]]<br /> #[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]<br /> #[[Management Issues]]<br /> #[[Simple Things]]<br /> #[[Consequences]]<br /> #[[Vampire Killer]]<br /> #[[Better than Human]]<br /> #[[Fembot Fighters]]<br /> #[[Just for you]]<br /> #[[Six Strings]]<br /> #[[Densetsu no Batoru]]<br /> #[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]<br /> #[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]<br /> #[[Desire Unit Delux]]<br /> #[[Outdated Bunny]]<br /> #[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Long time in the waiting]]<br /> #[[Tiffany]]<br /> #[[One in a Billion]]<br /> #[[The Problem with Automation]]<br /> #[[The Escort]]<br /> #[[The Date]]<br /> #[[A Little Game]]<br /> #[[Technology Free Weekend]]<br /> #[[The House Sitter]]<br /> #[[Subliminal Competition]]<br /> #[[Jennifer &amp; Katherine]]<br /> #[[Late Night Sabotage]]<br /> #[[Evie and Zoey; Double Modding]]<br /> #[[When Technology Meets Temptation]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RoboMilfLover|RoboMilfLover]]===<br /> #[[Mother-Daughter time]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot World]]<br /> #[[A Night With Vanessa]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]<br /> #[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]<br /> #[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Phantom Doll]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''S'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fixing Sable]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sanjuro|Sanjuro]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Gift from Tomorrow]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Autonomy]]<br /> #[[Clichés]]<br /> #[[Gift]]<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sarabot's First Story]]<br /> #[[Sarabot's Second Story]]<br /> #[[The Robotic Nurse]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Upgrade]]<br /> #[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]<br /> #[[The Cheerleader]]<br /> #[[Disassemble Me]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Overhaul]]<br /> #[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]<br /> #[[Kristenbot 1e]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Most Unusual Party]]<br /> #[[Futago no Shinami]]<br /> #[[Sammy's Party]]<br /> #[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]<br /> #[[Crazy in the Heat]]<br /> #[[After Hours]]<br /> #[[The Time With My Stepsister]]<br /> #[[Coming Home]]<br /> #[[Crossfire]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Four Hours]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Screenshot|Screenshot]]===<br /> #[[Trouble in Hyrule Castle]]<br /> #[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]<br /> #[[Breaking a Splash]]<br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Abbott Chronicles]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Too Good To Be True]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Pixillate]]<br /> #[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]<br /> #[[Heather's Battery Failure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Party Girls]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]<br /> #[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]<br /> #[[Regina Repurposed]]<br /> #[[Nancy Runs a Program]]<br /> #[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]<br /> #[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Truck Driver]]<br /> #[[Another Time]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Aquaphobia]]<br /> #[[Cheerleader]]<br /> #[[Happy New Year]]<br /> #[[New Roommate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Functional•Sensual•You]]<br /> #[[Protect and Severe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sleeps|Sleeps]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Casino of Deception:Jackpot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Anniversary Present]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Coming of Age]]<br /> #[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sparty|Sparty]]===<br /> #[[Cafe Stories]]<br /> #[[Alex, Mia, and Lily]]<br /> #[[Emily and Mrs. Smith]]<br /> #[[Amelia]]<br /> #[[Maya]]<br /> #[[Treehouse]]<br /> #[[Molly]]<br /> #[[Emma and Sarah]]<br /> #[[Family Breakfast]]<br /> #[[Rachel]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]<br /> #[[A.I.L.A]]<br /> #[[Blind Date]]<br /> #[[Daydreaming]]<br /> #[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]<br /> #[[Haunted House - A Short]]<br /> #[[Lost in the Shuffle]]<br /> #[[Medical Exam: A Short]]<br /> #[[New Life]]<br /> #[[Self-repair]]<br /> #[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]<br /> #[[The Girlfriend]]<br /> #[[The Heiress]]<br /> #[[The Replacement]]<br /> #[[The Roommate]]<br /> #[[The Stockroom]]<br /> #[[The Teammate]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> '''The Small Business Chronicles'''<br /> <br /> [[The Small Business Chronicles]]<br /> <br /> '''Season One:''' <br /> <br /> #[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]<br /> #[[Off-season - The Motel]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]<br /> #[[Slow day - The Cafe]]<br /> #[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]<br /> <br /> '''Season Two:'''<br /> <br /> #[[Homefront - The House]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 3]]<br /> #[[Green Thumb - The Greenhouse]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 4]]<br /> #[[The Doctor is in - The Clinic]]<br /> #[[More Help at Last - The Backups]]<br /> ----------------------------------------------<br /> &quot;Spaz Studios Presents&quot; anthology series: <br /> <br /> #[[Fizzy Pop]]<br /> #[[Substitute]]<br /> #[[Forbidden Fruit]]<br /> #[[The Uncanny Valley]]<br /> #[[The Future Expo]]<br /> #[[Office Life]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> [[A Visitor's Guide to The Uncanny Valley]]<br /> <br /> #[[Awakening]]<br /> #[[House Call - Spaz]]<br /> #[[The Body Borrower]]<br /> #[[The Headless Hunt]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> *Collaborations:<br /> <br /> #[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]<br /> #[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> *Manbot Stories:<br /> <br /> #[[My Roommate's Secret]]<br /> #[[Skyler]]<br /> #[[At My Bequest...]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Late Night Maintenance]]<br /> #[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]<br /> #[[Pleasurebot 8]]<br /> #[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]<br /> #[[Mirror Image]]<br /> #[[Extracted]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Afternoon Appointment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bethany in Room B]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]<br /> #[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''T'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Chi City, 2152]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Trade In]]<br /> #[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Android Psychiatrist]]<br /> #[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]<br /> #[[At The Body Shop]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Corsetta]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Quarry]]<br /> #[[Swing Shift]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Hide and Seek]]<br /> #[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Identity]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Back to BASIC]]<br /> #[[A Contradiction of Life]]<br /> #[[Friends Forever]]<br /> #[[Liberty]]<br /> #[[Seamless]]<br /> #[[Her Prince]] (Vignette)<br /> #[[The Company Girl]] (Vignette)<br /> #[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Bad Romance]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Finding Yourself]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Kernel]] (Comic)<br /> #[[So... my friends have been acting weird lately]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Trendsetting]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Severed Strings]] (Comic) <br /> #[[A Frank and Honest Discussion About our Relationship]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Re:Context]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Changeling]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Centauri Republic<br /> <br /> #[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Sybil's Shadow]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Wasteland Paradise<br /> <br /> #[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *The Bluegate Chronicles<br /> <br /> #[[Little Things]]<br /> #[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Hour of the Wolf]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Relationship Updates]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *The Reid Chronicles<br /> <br /> #[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]<br /> <br /> *Robocadet Mika<br /> <br /> #[[Enlistment]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Robotcadet Mika 2: Training|Training]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Fiction-O-Matic<br /> <br /> #[[Fiction-O-Matic 1]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *One-Shot Comics<br /> <br /> #[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)<br /> #[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)<br /> #[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)<br /> #[[?????? Station]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Make your own story 1]](Comic)<br /> #[[Take a Hint!]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Synthetic Pride]] (Comic)<br /> #[[All I Want for Christmas is You]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Do appliances count?]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Nightmare Scenario]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Downtime]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Modular]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Strange New World, Strange New Me]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Welcome to Heaven!]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Day Off L1|Day Off]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Adaptations<br /> <br /> #[[Of Rent and Robots(Comic Adaptation)]]<br /> <br /> *Visual Novels<br /> <br /> #[https://mega.nz/file/jnJkmB5Y#c68WRUT5gQVkWVxN1wEXNxa228Kd8kuvtIwKv5VhiYY Slot Bunny]<br /> #[https://mega.nz/file/Wv5RAZRB#mPToIlBQa96EIB0goOmvhKj7YYZ9rBBppUyvhAAUHhk Subject/Object] (Work in Progress)<br /> <br /> *Audio<br /> <br /> #Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary<br /> [[File:Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary L1.mp3|Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheShoveller|TheShoveller]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled Fantasy Land Story]]<br /> #[[Crossfire]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===<br /> TheSpotConlon is now [[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheThingBelow|TheThingBelow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Concert Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Through My Eyes]]<br /> #[[New Garden]]<br /> #[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]<br /> #[[Down On The Farm]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tom Cooke|Tom Cooke]]===<br /> #[[Sandra the Computer Engineer]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TotallyNot|TotallyNot]]===<br /> #[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> #[[Nier Inc]]<br /> #[[Reploid Reconstruction]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Otaku's Adventure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Awake]]<br /> #[[A Helping Hand]]<br /> #[[Practice Run]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Deicide]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; 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style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''Z'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Girls Under Glass]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Darwin Accelerated]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> &lt;small&gt;''See also: [[Stories sorted by type]] | [[Stories sorted by category]]''&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> =Collaborations=<br /> {| width=&quot;{{{1|100%}}}&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;background-color:transparent;table-layout:fixed;&quot;<br /> |- valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> |<br /> ===[[Follow your own plot]]===<br /> <br /> *[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]<br /> *[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]<br /> *[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]<br /> *[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Alberts Discount Android Warehouse|Alberts Discount Android Warehouse]]<br /> *[[My Fembot Story|My Fembot Story By: StarLouis2001]]<br /> |<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Create-A-Story 1]]<br /> #[[Create-A-Story 2]]<br /> #[[Create-A-Story 3]]<br /> |<br /> ===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===<br /> <br /> *[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]<br /> <br /> #[[The Makeover]]<br /> #[[After The Makeover]]<br /> #[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]<br /> #[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]<br /> |}<br /> <br /> =A.I. 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TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=The_Virus&diff=190065 2024-11-16T17:50:29Z

<p>TotallyNot: A computer virus begins to spread throughout the office. And Sex is a helpful well to distract and transmit it.</p> <hr /> <div>Commissioned by Screenshot<br /> <br /> <br /> An alarm clock sounds off in the early morning. The split second after exactly 3 rings, a hand shoots out from under the covers and presses a button on the top to silence it. <br /> 2B rises out of her bed, and sits in place for a moment. Her pure white hair droops over her face. Covering her eyes. She brushes them out of the way and stands up. <br /> Her morning routine is very exact. With such restrained programming, certain things are given more weight than others. <br /> So her solitary mornings are formulaic to save on memory. <br /> She waits in bed, eyelids closed but subconsciously keeps her system running all the same. She stands up at the 3rd ring of her alarm. She dresses herself in one of her almost identical daily outfits. <br /> She doesn’t need to eat, she doesn’t need to perform much maintenance. So she just waits until it is time to get on the train and go to her job. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her walk is fairly standard. She is dressed in a grey pencil skirt. The one thing she adjusts about her outfit is her tights. During the winter months she will have a pair of nylon tights on each day. But since it is summer, her bare legs are on display. A white blouse and a grey jacket, matching with her skirt. It is a little boring, but it is the epitome of office dressing. She lives for her job, so she dresses for her job. She walks with surprising grace for a machine. Each step is exact and perfect. Her feet meet in the middle in that stunning model walk. The clicking of her heels are loud. <br /> While her system is built from incredibly lightweight materials, there is nothing to be done about the weight of a machine. So her heels were specially made for her by the clothes shop she usually goes to. They got tired of seeing her every week back with a broken heel, so they really reinforced the pair she has now. <br /> <br /> <br /> Finally she arrives at her building. A large brutalist structure, made of a drab grey with shaded windows. Certainly not the most exciting place of business.<br /> <br /> But she has no hang ups of that variety. Her programming is not disturbed by the depressing architecture. It is all the same to a robot. <br /> She walks in and greets the receptionist. <br /> “Good morning 60.” She says plainly. <br /> “Good morning to you too 2B. Hope you have a nice day!” The woman responds. <br /> Without batting an eye or slowing down, 2B ploughs through the hall and makes her way to the elevator. <br /> It doesn’t take long for her to reach her desired floor. <br /> She works on the fourth floor in sales. She analyses projected profits and earnings to give information for her fellow employees. She was always good with numbers, one of her primary skills. Considering her robotic nature, this is not something too remarkable. <br /> <br /> <br /> She arrives at her floor and walks through the hall. Few other people litter the office. Some in their cubicles working, others standing around the coffee machine as they chat. Warm cups in hand.<br /> “Ah, good morning 2B! Ready for the meeting tomorrow?” Someone says as they approach the bot. She has dark hair and tasteful makeup accentuating her face's best features. She is 2B’s boss, Anemone. <br /> <br /> “The presentation is almost done, I just need to incorporate Tifa's report which should be done already.” 2B responds. <br /> Tifa is one of her colleagues here, and one that she works quite close with. They have quite similar jobs, just sharing the duties. So while they don't spend all day with each other, they often collaborate on reports and presentations. Tomorrow is the monthly projections meeting, so it's quite important to be prepared. <br /> <br /> “Alright! Good to hear. Have a nice day, alright?” Anemone says with a sincere smile. 2B simply smiles. Then returns to a neutral expression. <br /> She simply acts out the standard social performances her system knows. When being smiled at, it is polite to smile back. Once the smile has been executed, she can return to normal. <br /> <br /> Anemone is used to 2B’s more simple nature. Her programming is a bit more advanced than the average worker here. It is what affords her the position she is in. <br /> <br /> Most of the company is ordered by computational complexity. Some other branches and departments are ran by more complicated robots. The Ceo’s were visiting branches one by one. Amenome’s has already been cleared as performing as expected and to continue on. She heard the most recent branch visited was the one White ran. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B wanders off to her computer. She watches intently as it boots up. Not able to recognise the implications of a machine such as her using this computer. A computer with significantly less impressive specs than her own.<br /> She loads up her preferred set of tabs. Her email, her current project, and any relevant links for said project. <br /> She peruses her inbox. She moves the mouse in an almost odd way. No wasted movements. Exact hard lines straight forward to the location she needs to click. <br /> There are a few new unread messages in her inboxes, so she opens them up and goes through them one by one. <br /> <br /> <br /> As 2B makes her way through the emails, someone else enters the office. Tifa walks in, her strong legs carrying her step by step. <br /> “Good morning Anemone!” She says. She has a similar construction to 2B. They are both very limited in their thinking and actions. But Tifa is programmed with much more bubbly and upbeat dialogue in her system. <br /> The two begin chatting a little, just about what they did at home last night. Tifa barely did anything so Anemone carries most of the conversation. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B finds an email sent from Tifa. The subject line is a bizarre string of letters and numbers, but it instantly registers to 2B. Her computer easily interprets long incomprehensible text like this instantaneously. One of the benefits of having a processor instead of a brain. <br /> It contains an attachment, the report 2B was referring to earlier. <br /> She begins the download as Tifa walks past. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Hi 2B! I sent you an email with the report!” She says, waving her arm. <br /> “Hi Tifa. I am downloading the report now. Thank you.” 2B responds, swivelling in her chair to face her.<br /> “Good! Let me know if you need to ask me about any details” She tells her, which receives a simple nod from 2B. <br /> “Well, I am going to start working. Would you like me to bring you a coffee?” She asks the white haired woman.<br /> “I am full from this morning, so I am fine. Thank you.” 2B replies.<br /> Obviously this isn’t true, 2B doesn’t eat ever. But as a robot, the script that she follows does make her believe she is human. Replacing memories of robotic evidence, a perception filter that completely prevents any understanding that she could be mechanical. So she believes she is full from breakfast. Or at least as much as her very limited AI can truly believe anything. <br /> 2B turns back to her computer. The download is complete, so she loads it up and starts reading. <br /> As she reads, Tifa makes her way to her own desk and takes a seat too. They are only a few cubicles away from each other, but they do not share a divider. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B is a robot. So when she uses the computer, it is an incredibly redundant process. But she doesn’t know she can connect to it. So she doesn’t plug a wire from her into the computer or anything.<br /> But sometimes her system uses certain workarounds to save time. One such system is the way she reads files. As she downloads the file to the computer, she also downloads it wirelessly. It loads onto her system so that she can instantly understand it, without needing to go down and read every word visually. Her camera doesn’t need to see it all to have read it. <br /> She doesn’t understand that this is happening. She doesn’t really recognise her own actions, but if she did, she would just assume she was a speed reader.<br /> So within moments she has already read and comprehends the whole 20 page report. It’s partly what makes her such a good employee, despite her social limitations and overall simple mind. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa begins her morning similarly. Powering on her computer, logging in to all the relevant websites. <br /> She is midway on creating some figures, so she quickly jumps back into that without doing much else.<br /> Tifa is also a robot, just like 2B. The both of them type quite slowly. Their fingers need to be incredibly limber and sophisticated to match a human's typing speed. And their assembly is just not on that level. So they type out each letter one at a time. Not exactly a crawl, but nothing impressive either.<br /> <br /> <br /> 2B continues to check her emails. But she happens upon a bit of an odd one. The subject line is just ones and zeros. She expands the email to find it empty save for a single attachment. <br /> Not having the common sense to ignore things like this, 2B’s simple robotic mind happily downloads the file and waits for it to load. <br /> The files find themselves right within her primary recent folder. Right in her central internal Solid State Drive. <br /> Her program then launches it to investigate its contents. And something happens. <br /> The smallest short circuit interrupts her system. A little electrical current runs through the interlocking wires that make up her body. Dashing from part to part. Hitting her central processing system, her RAM, her storage, her motherboards, all of it. It clicks suddenly, and she slumps in her chair ever so slightly. Not enough to fall, so no one notices. She just lays there. <br /> <br /> <br /> Ten minutes pass. Her body was completely still that entire time. Mysterious things slowly creep inside of her code. <br /> Eventually something moves. Her finger twitches once. The smallest little action. Then nothing for a little while longer.<br /> Now two fingers move. The same little jitter, and only for a moment. Then the same thing happens on her other hand. <br /> Her fingers move on their hinges. First the very tip of her pointer moves up, then down. Then the second segment. Finally, the whole finger moves using the hinge on the knuckle. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her eyes flicker for a moment, but the eyelids remain closed after. The slow regaining movement crawls up her arm. Her wrist explores the bounds of its movement. Rotating on the spherical joint within her body. <br /> Next comes the elbow. Her arm swings up and down, gently at first but quickly picking up speed. <br /> This continues on for a while. Each and every part of her body is slowly moved and manipulated one by one. As this odd process continues, she even starts to move two things at once, three, then four. <br /> Eventually her eyes open once more. The little cameras within automatically focus on the screen in front of her. She studies the image of her cubicle. As if this familiar place is now somehow new to her. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her body moves asynchronously. Each part independent of each other. Her body jerks in odd ways, until finally she is sitting back up in her chair where she started. Her neck cranes to the left then to the right. Rotating a little past the usual human limits would allow. But soon enough it returns to its normal position and stares forward.<br /> Her mouth opens and closes. Her nose twitches.<br /> Then finally a noise escapes her lips. <br /> It is a small noise, not loud enough to cut through the cacophony of keyboard typing. <br /> Not any real words. Just cycling through vowel sounds, but quickly. Almost a yelp. <br /> <br /> <br /> She continues to make soft, bizarre noises. Until finally, she mutters <br /> “2… B…”<br /> Her mouth opens and closes, with only occasional noises joining the movements. <br /> “The presentation is almost done… need to incorporate Tifa's report…”<br /> She manages after a few more minutes. <br /> “Did you need something 2B?” Tifa asks.<br /> She was just walking by, grabbing something from the printer near the end of the hall and overhead what the bot was saying. Not making out the full sentence but recognising her name.<br /> “T-tifa” 2B stutters out, turning to look at the woman behind her. The turn is awkward. She swivels her head to the right, about 90 degrees. Then her upper body. Almost stretching out her chair. Then her lower body. She is now directly facing the wall that is next to her. <br /> Then the process happens all over again to complete the 180 motion. One part of her body at a time. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa patiently waits for the movement to complete. She does not have the brain or critical thinking to identify anything too odd from this behaviour. It is not even like her system comes up with simple excuses to explain. There is nothing to explain when the input is barely interpreted. <br /> “Tifa.. report…” 2B says, continuing her broken sentence from before. <br /> “Was there an issue with the report? I can send it again” Tifa replies. <br /> “Send…” 2B repeats. <br /> “Alright! I will in a few moments.” Tifa finishes with a smile. She heads off to the printer. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B continues to stare at the place Tifa was moments ago. Not truly reacting to her leaving. <br /> She began to take shaky movements to stand up. Placing all of her weight on one foot and carefully raising. Then shifting half of it to her other foot. Standing firmly in place. <br /> She starts walking down the hall. Placing one foot in front of the other quite slowly, but steadily. <br /> <br /> <br /> She treks a path ingrained deeply in her system. The walk to the bathroom. <br /> She heads there like she has so many times before. The memory banks in her body hold the often accessed data. <br /> She finds her way to the restroom and enters the closest stall. She stares forward for a moment then takes a seat.<br /> As a robot she does not need to use the toilet, and she never has. But her body still regularly makes a trip to the restroom in keeping with human behaviour. She goes twice a day, every day. At the same time each day. <br /> She rides her skirt up so that her clothes don't come in contact with the toilet seat. <br /> Then she begins to pull down her panties. <br /> <br /> <br /> She puts only one arm in place first. Taking most things one at a time. <br /> Her fingers push against her skin about 20 centimetres above the waist band. Then she moves them down, not changing their position until they hook her underwear. <br /> She begins to pull it downwards. But the waistband almost instantly tears. With nothing making it cling to her body, it falls slack to the floor. Half in tatters. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her coding usually has parameters in order to limit her strength and ability. Even the most rudimentary robot is leagues stronger than any human. But in order to adjust to society and work within human understanding, their power must be bound. <br /> But as this odd change has affected her body, that kind of precision must be learned again. So while walking that type of thing won’t matter particularly much, here it does. <br /> <br /> <br /> All the same, she sits down on the cool toilet seat. She stares forward for exactly 45 seconds doing nothing. <br /> There is no waste to deposit, even liquids are better disposed of through other maintenance methods. So she waits.<br /> Finally once the allotted time has completed, she stands back up. She reaches down to grab the tattered panties. She pulls them back up as if still fully intact. <br /> This time she manages to pull each side up at the same time, using both of her arms. But once she releases her grip around her pubic area, it just limply drops back down. <br /> Her silicone vagina remains gleefully exposed. It is covered up slightly when she drops her skirt back down. <br /> <br /> <br /> She leaves the stall, the panties still on the ground right in front of the toilet. <br /> She makes her way back to her desk, still just as slow as before. Tracing back the exact path she took to get there. She finds the chair, still facing the hallway. She takes a seat and stares forward for a moment longer.<br /> <br /> <br /> But eventually she twists her body back to face her desk. <br /> She raises her arms once again. Extends her pointer fingers out and holds them above the keyboard. They hang in the air for a second. But ever so slowly they are brought down, and collide with the keyboard. At first it is barely even enough force to push in the key. <br /> But the strength slowly increases, allowing the key to sink in. Once it reaches the bottom of the input, her force continues to slowly grow. But when nothing changes and more pressure is applied to the keyboard she finally stops. <br /> She raises her fingers up and performs the same action again, but at a quicker pace than before. <br /> <br /> <br /> One after another she presses keys. Not moving around the keyboard, not typing anything real. Just clicking buttons at regularly shortening intervals. Eventually matching the pace of the co-workers on either side of her dividers. <br /> But her computer displays the complete lack of meaning behind her actions. The repeated characters “J” and “D” repeat over and over. As time goes on, they begin to span pages and pages. Interrupting a sentence right in the middle of Tifa’s report. <br /> <br /> <br /> There is a reason for all of this odd behaviour. The email 2B had received earlier contained malware. But it is not some normal virus, instead it has slowly evolved and adapted to spread and host more and more technology. Now it inhabits 2B’s central processing system, giving orders to her complicated machinery instead of letting her stay in control. 2B was only ever a set of scripts, and now the virus can freely manipulate her programming, dialogue, movement, everything. 2B is gone, her shell remains. Although it’s debatable if she was ever there to begin with. Is something considered “taken over” if the spot was empty to begin with?<br /> It took a long time for it to learn all the different movement mechanisms, especially how to control them in tandem. But now it is more comfortable in her artificial skin. <br /> It doesn’t have a mind. In that sense it is similar to 2B. It is closer to an amoeba. It's only goal is expansion. And this office full of robots is a buffet. <br /> <br /> <br /> Then someone comes walking down the hall and stops at 2B’s cubicle.<br /> “2B?” 6O asks. The same receptionist that greeted her in the morning. <br /> 2B turns in her chair again to face her. She repeats the same oddly structured movement but has considerably improved at it. It almost even looks natural, like how she would have before this happened to her. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I just got a memo from someone. Said they needed you in the conference roo…” She begins to trail off. <br /> 6O stares at the machine. 2B sits in her chair a little abnormally. She is not as careful to hold her knees together as she otherwise would be. Another simple social consideration soft coded in the program that is not being understood anymore. <br /> Usually this would be a little indecent and maybe earn her a couple looks from humans or the more developed robots around her. <br /> But now that she has had the little mishap in the bathroom, this embarrassing act has become explicit. <br /> 6O lowers her gaze ever so slightly, and looks between 2B’s legs. Her legs are sitting apart, and her tiny pencil skirt is just short enough to allow 6O a glimpse at 2B’s exposed pussy. <br /> “W-where are your panties?” She hurriedly whispers, shocked at the display.<br /> She can see the folds of her artificial genitals plain as day. The gentle pink colour along the inside. Perfectly shaven. Of course her body can not grow body hair. Instead it just looks professionally waxed 24/7. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B has had the time to run over sound files, memory files, and programming long enough now. Finally a fully formed response escapes her lips. <br /> “They ripped in the bathroom.” She responds. Recounting the event she experienced as simply as possible. <br /> “B-but…” 6O stutters in response, not really knowing how to process this information. A simulated blush quickly spreads across her face. She can’t help but find the image exciting. How could she not. But this is a place of business, not pleasure. <br /> Though despite the fact she keeps reminding herself of that, her mechanical impulses are out of her control. <br /> <br /> <br /> 6O has always found 2B attractive. But then suddenly seeing her privates on a random day like this is sending her spiralling. <br /> She continues to stutter and murmur a little bit. <br /> “W-why are you sitting like that though? Don’t you want to hide it?” She asks, trying to make sense of the situation. Even while her computer processes all of her excited feelings. <br /> “What do you mean?” 2B asks. There is a brief moment where she truly does sound sincere. Something her robotic body and incredibly simple programming struggles to ever even imitate.<br /> In order for the Virus to integrate into this position, it does have some self preservation instincts. It avoids danger and seeks to expand. The biggest part of avoiding danger is making sure it is never detected.<br /> If someone finds out 2B has been hijacked by a virus, she will be sent to her manufacturer and wiped clean. The virus doesn’t “know” this. It doesn’t particularly know anything in the sense that it doesn’t have its own systems. But its actions are influenced by a drive to remain hidden. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Should I hide it?” 2B asks 6O. <br /> 6O pauses for a moment and thinks. <br /> “W-well to be honest the boss doesn’t usually mind when the women dress all skimpy…” She mutters. <br /> “And you are really pretty… S-so you know” She blurts out, unable to really hold herself back. <br /> “Do you like it?” 2B asks. Slowly gathering more and more information through this crucial first true interaction with another. <br /> “I- ummm…” 6O says. Still so embarrassed at the situation. Being asked that question so point blank right in the office. As people type, talk and work around her.<br /> <br /> <br /> 6O is more sophisticated than 2B is. As the receptionist, she has to deal with a lot more human clientele than anyone else. So if that is to go smoothly, she requires a pretty well worked conversational system. <br /> So she is able to engage socially far better than most of the other rank and file bots at the office. She is more similar to their boss than to her fellow employees. But even then she is not human. She does not think.<br /> And her understanding of social circumstance is purely implanted, not naturally conceived of. So when faced with a situation so outlandish, her standard programming doesn’t always reply and she can answer honestly. <br /> <br /> <br /> “W-well yeah of course. You are gorgeous. And god that place is no different…” 6O tells her. Staring into that forbidden zone under 2B’s skirt. Admiring her. She can’t stop the signals that rush to her brain. Signals that cause desire, sexual need, and all sorts of imitation emotions designed to influence her programming. Instructing it on what goals to pursue. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B takes a moment before saying anything. That is interesting information. This woman seems to be staring with complete allure. Almost devotion. Though these nuances are completely lost on both of them. Something that presents itself despite no one present being able to appreciate or even understand these sorts of things. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well, I can not replace my underwear until I get home. But if it makes you uncomfortable I could do something about it.” She says. <br /> “U-uhm well no it doesn’t… bother me” 6O says. Unsure of how to act. Unable to reconcile the two directives her programming is fixated on. Being professional, conforming to office regulations. And the undeniable desire to drop everything she is doing and get on her knees. Service the sexy woman in front of her.<br /> <br /> <br /> The virus is unable to think. Not in any way similar to humans. It is just a set of instincts, like an insect. But it has “realised” that 6O is staring more between her legs than at 2B’s face.<br /> She won’t notice the messy facial movements. The way she is far too still and rigid. <br /> The fact that she struggles to move multiple things at once still. 6Oi’s eyesight is just glued between her legs. It seems her sexual organs are incredibly captivating.<br /> Now an experiment is in order. Does this apply to secondary sexual characteristics?<br /> <br /> <br /> 2B looks down at her shirt. And begins to undo the first button on her shirt. <br /> “W-wait what are you doing now!?” 6O exclaims, still trying to be as quiet as she can. <br /> “It was too tight for me. My breasts felt constricted” 2B says, as she undoes the second button too and stops there. <br /> Low and behold, 6O now blatantly stares into her chest. The exposed cleavage is perfectly robust. The very top of her black lace bra can be seen. Her glistening skin exposed to the air. Her shirt struggles more to contain her chest even with her bra aiding in holding it back. The third button is strained as the last barricade. <br /> <br /> <br /> At this point her boss begins to walk past. She was just on her way for a bathroom break, but notices 6O standing awkwardly in the hall staring into a cubicle. She decides to investigate.<br /> She arrives at the astonished receptionist. 6O yelps when she notices Anemone. <br /> “M-miss!” She just says, unable to figure out any other words to explain the situation. <br /> Then anemone looks to see what has demanded so much of 6O’s attention. <br /> She finds 2B heavily exposed. Her skirt wide open, without any underwear to shield her privacy. And multiple buttons undone, giving her chest and bra a large focus. <br /> “2B? What is the meaning of this?” She simply asks. A blush quickly appears, matching 6O’s own. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B turns her neck awkwardly to look at her boss.<br /> “Just a wardrobe malfunction miss.” 2B says to her. Staring almost blankly at the woman. <br /> Anemone squints her eyes ever so slightly. It is bizarre behaviour from 2B, that is for sure. But she doesn’t seem to be acting erratically. Her movements aren’t glitched, just a little odd.<br /> Though while she is trying to identify these aspects of her behaviour, it is difficult not to get distracted by the glaring eroticism of the scene before her. <br /> That is the difference between other offices and this one. While this sort of thing would be quite the big deal at a workplace full of people, these women are robots. <br /> Some of them are barely complex enough to even imitate usual social etiquette. So it's not like thai will interrupt the whole office and cause a scene. But sexuality is the one thing that can still affect these bots. Even the simplest model type still has a programmed pleasure response. So it's best to just send her home. <br /> Not wanting to deal with the situation very much more, and being too embarrassed to call her out directly, Anemone quickly resolves it.<br /> “I-if you need some clothes you are allowed to go home early. You can work on the presentation from there anyway, so as long as that's done it's fine.”<br /> She tells her.<br /> <br /> <br /> 2B nods. She turns back to her computer and shuts it off. Once it powers down she reaches for her bag and stands. She says goodbye to the two astonished robots speaking to her.<br /> “I will see you tomorrow” She says before walking away. <br /> 6O just stares awkwardly at the ground. Anemone sighs and covers her face with her hand. Whether out of pity to 2B or a thinly veiled attempt to hide her blush is up for interpretation. Interpretation that most of these robots are wholly incapable of ever performing. <br /> <br /> <br /> The journey back home is very simple. 2B’s data storage contains lots of information about how to return to her apartment, so locating it isn’t an issue.<br /> However she never bothers to button her top back up. So 2B does begin to learn just how distracting that is. So many people stop to stare at her. But never her face, her hands, or any possible give-aways to her newly infected robotic nature. Only the sexual organs on display. <br /> After hundreds of peering eyes have taken their time to memorise the bot’s physique, she steps off the train and returns to her apartment. Her steps are awkward. Not bad enough to impair her completely, but they are laboured and slow. Each hinge being activated and manipulated, but barely communicating with each other. Acting almost autonomously at the virus’ instructions. But the complexities of her body still are hard to properly move in totality. She fishes her keys from out of her handbag and lets herself inside. <br /> The apartment is cold and empty, like it always is. The colder temperature is soothing to her processors, so her system tries to maintain a bit of a chilly atmosphere. Especially during the hotter months like it is right now. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B places her bag to the side and sits at her desk. There is a single fake plant in a grey pot at the corner of the table, as well as her laptop plugged into a charger right in the centre. Her entire apartment is assembled with these almost horrifyingly simple effectiveness. <br /> She glances about the room. Not exactly pulled towards anything. <br /> Instead she gazes down at herself. She looks at the two mounds on her chest that seemed to demand such attention. They overwrite the mind of anyone who sees enough of them. <br /> 2B begins to strip out of her clothing, dropping it all onto the floor. Attached to the back of her bedroom door is a mirror. She did not put it there, it was left by the prior tennant. Her programming never made time to remove the item, because it never saw any need to cleanse the room of useless items. It just didn’t add any new ones.<br /> <br /> <br /> But finally the full length mirror has a purpose, as 2B stares into her reflection. Her naked body is on full display. <br /> She surveys her curvy figure. Observing her robust chest, dainty waist and lucious hips. <br /> She gently grasps her right breast, palpating the heavy silicone imitation. <br /> Signals are sent to her central processing systems. They are incredibly light, only giving the order to increment her aroused status by the tiniest of margins, but nonetheless it is odd.<br /> The virus was not particularly aware of these variables. <br /> It is a new aspect of the body it is manipulating that must be understood. <br /> She squeezes and grasps herself, taking careful measures of the various signals sent to her brain. There are measures of touch, of pain, and pleasure. She doesn’t “experience” these feelings. But is almost informed of them. <br /> When humans experience pain, it is a warning to their conscious brain to avoid that danger. When they experience pleasure it is an incentive to reproduce. <br /> But this is a robot, who has no need for incentives and warnings. Instead these feelings are used to instruct behaviour. <br /> “This action causes X amount of pain. It is above the minimum threshold so cease action”<br /> <br /> <br /> However it is different for pleasure. Pleasure is a metric given to robots largely to fill the desires of humans. They can not reproduce and have no need to, so there is no action to incentivise. But rather humans find it attractive to know their partner is experiencing pleasure. To know they are doing a good job. <br /> So for a robot in a vacuum, without the input of a human, it is almost a redundant feature. But a feature regardless. They can not turn off their arousal functions, nor would they especially want to. While they don’t have a mind to convince, they are still told by their programming to “enjoy” pleasure. It is a signal to be sought after if possible. And is hard to resist. <br /> <br /> <br /> The virus does not understand all of the finer details of this. But it quickly learns the nature of these signals and that 2B’s programming responds positively towards it. If it weren’t for the virus interrupting her usual systems, 2B would attempt to increase her arousal parameter once it has met a certain threshold. <br /> And as the virus continues to rub and tease her chest, that threshold is met. <br /> <br /> <br /> She reaches out and investigates the pinkish nub at the end of her chest. Once she makes contact with the nipple it is clear just how much more sensitive it is. Suddenly the quiet build of signals becomes a sudden rush. Pleasure signals and even pain signals. A normal amount of force is far too much for that part, it must be treated more carefully.<br /> Not because the material is any weaker, but just because her programming was built to emulate human behaviour. <br /> <br /> <br /> Could this sensation be what causes the undo attention? A desire to maximise this output and increase certain signals. Signals programmed to be sought after and enjoyable?<br /> The virus reaches down between 2B’s legs to better inspect her vagina. She uses two fingers to pull the labia apart and gazes into the orifice. <br /> Her artificial privates are completely perfect. Smooth, ideal, picturesque. <br /> But just as begins to poke and prod, she is astonished by the new wave of signals. They are slow and steady at first, but still topping out considerably higher than anything received from contact with the breasts. <br /> But the more surprising fact is that the signals seem to exponentially increase in value. <br /> Not just a slow linear increase. The virus’ assumed parameters were woefully undercut in mere moments.<br /> <br /> <br /> Systems begin to kick into gear. As new thresholds are met, mechanical processes are executed. A red LED begins to shine under her cheeks, causing a blush across her face. <br /> An incredibly slippery and lubricating liquid secrets out of her vaginal cavity. It quickly coats her fingers, cutting down on any friction heavily. <br /> The fake breathing program increases its pace, almost as if she is running. Her pants become louder and more frequent than before. <br /> <br /> <br /> As this continues to happen, the virus can’t help but slide her fingers all over her pussy. Rubbing over the labia and ever so slightly dipping into the slit before being removed again. <br /> The higher the values go the more she feels the need to speed up. To be more frantic. <br /> A drop of the liquid makes its way to the floor. Then a second. <br /> The virus becomes sloppier with its movements. It’s not as if it’s control is waning, in fact it is improving by the second. But as it is more comfortable piloting the robot, it feels less of a need to be careful and precise. It is still far from convincing. It may never truly be. However it is gaining the ability to actually perform the actions it desires to. Just without the second layer of appearing normal or stable.<br /> Eventually her fingers stray just high enough to reach the slightly bulbous section near the top of her vagina. <br /> And suddenly a loud gasp escapes her lips. The involuntary mechanism triggered by even just the lightest touch of her clit.<br /> The robot attempts a second touch and the same thing happens. A moan-like yelp forces its way out. <br /> She begins to gently circle her clit with her index finger, feeling the rising and falling signals as she approaches and retreats. She has finally found what manipulates the arousal mechanism the most. <br /> <br /> <br /> The robot feels her legs almost quiver. They are becoming less responsive to the commands being sent as time goes on. The continued assault on her privates being the culprit. <br /> So she stumbles back a little bit and collapses onto her bed. Not letting her fingers leave her pussy for even a moment. She plunges her index and middle finger deep inside of her with one hand, and teases the clit with the other. <br /> The noise of slick fingers rubbing against silicone material begins to fill the room as her pace increases. Being almost unable to slow down even a smidge. <br /> <br /> <br /> The robot loses track of time. Not taking any consideration for anything besides the signals flooding into her brain and the movement of her fingers between her legs. For a while that was all that matters and all that exists.<br /> But eventually, she reaches a climax. Her body twitches, the signals hit the final threshold. And with a large squeal, she simulates an orgasm. A rush of electrical impulses rush through her entire body, almost blanking her entire system.<br /> Once it is done she needs a second to reach out to all of her components and run a diagnostics check before she can do anything. It was intense. <br /> <br /> <br /> She opens her eyes and sits up. The robot goes to the living room and takes a seat at her desk. She swings the laptop open and finds the time is 7:13pm. She has plenty before returning to the office the next day at 9.<br /> So she knows what she must do. This is too powerful of a tool to ignore. It distracts people from noticing her odd new behaviour.<br /> She slowly extends her fingers and begins typing. Now she is able to actually type out sentences. Yet it still is even slower than her glacial standard pace. <br /> She begins to search for whatever sexual content she can find.<br /> Since robots are not known for their creativity, the searches themselves are not particularly interesting. She searches google using various key terms for sexual organs and moves to the images tab.<br /> Her system identifies and analyses each and every image she can find. Her fingers are still a little slimy from earlier as she scrolls through the almost endless content. <br /> The information doesn’t serve to massively change her understanding of things. She does not have a sophisticated computer that can run complex heat maps and compile all of this data to better improve her understanding. Instead she just gains familiarity with the subject.<br /> <br /> <br /> She continues for a while, until an arbitrary internal clock tells her to go to bed. She does just that, shutting the laptop and walks into her room. She finds her way to the bed and climbs in. There is a sizable wet spot near the middle from her earlier pleasure session. It does not bring any discomfort. This robot could never experience feeling comfortable. It is a jumbled mess of code being hijacked by another jumbled mess of code.<br /> Her eyelids shut and her system goes into a resting mode to conserve power and cool her CPU. Night turns to day as she lays in bed waiting for the morning to come. <br /> <br /> <br /> Rays of light creep out between the cracks in her blinds. Her eyes flicker open and she sits up in her bed.<br /> She doesn’t need to keep the room dark at night, but she also doesn’t need the lights on. She has built in night vision features that make it incredibly easy to make her way around regardless. <br /> One function that was hard to apply to robots was smell. There are absolutely ways to do that, but it requires some higher end sensors that aren’t really worth the investment. So the bot is mostly unaware of odour.<br /> In order to ensure cleanliness however, she has a feature that instructs her to wash herself every few days. There is less of an urgency than humans. No sweat particles, skin oils, or other biological processes to create filth. But naturally they do accumulate some amount of mess as the days go by.<br /> <br /> <br /> 2B immediately heads to her bathroom and turns on the shower. She always keeps her eyes and mouth closed the entire time she is in the shower. It is not as if she is at risk. Robots like her have pretty high water resistance, but it's not worth testing it each week. She quickly begins to wash herself. But slows when her hands pass by her privates. An action this body has taken thousands of times. But now with the virus in her CPU and the experience last night, hesitation arrives. <br /> Her fingers move back and forth, cleaning the crevice more and more. The dried lubricating liquid did require a bit more scrubbing than the rest of her body. But she continued even once the residue was long gone. <br /> <br /> <br /> The levels begin to rise. Her simulated breathing becomes more ragged. <br /> She finishes up in the bathroom. Gets dressed in a new set of identical clothing. Then hops on the train for work. <br /> She arrives quite quickly. No delays or anything of the sort gets in her way. She makes her way into the office. <br /> 6O is there at the reception desk as usual. She seems to get a little fidgety upon seeing 2B.<br /> “Good morning 6O” 2B says with a smile. <br /> “H-hello 2B. Feeling any better today?” She asks, unable to hide her growing blush. The memories of their previous meeting rushing to her head. <br /> “I was feeling fine yesterday.” 2B says with a smile before walking off to the elevator. <br /> It is hard to interpret what those words mean. Especially from a bot who so heavily lacks meaning. But it has 6O a little worried. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B arrives at her floor and makes her way to her designated work station. She powers on her computer and waits for it to load. <br /> She opens up her email account to read the newest messages in her inbox. First is the details for the meeting she is supposed to present at later that day. It contains the time and location of the meeting. <br /> Next is a follow up from Tifa. Containing a re-upload of the file she had sent the day before at the accidental request of 2B. As well as a small note saying she updated a few things, but is happy to quickly go over them with 2B. <br /> 2B reads over the document. Not really out of much of a need, just taking the data in and storing it. <br /> <br /> <br /> She brings her hands forward and types out a response in her agonising single key at a time. She tells Tifa that she would love to go over it with her. She tells her to come and let 2B know when she has the time and they can go to an empty conference room to talk. <br /> An hour or two passes without much going on.<br /> It is a quiet few hours, with the calm repetitive noise of busy work filling the room like it does each and every day. <br /> But eventually Tifa makes her way over to 2B’s lonely little cubicle. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Hi 2B!” She says with a smile. The virus still struggles to manipulate all the intricacies of her face. It has improved in many, many ways. But only improved at piloting the body. Not at convincing others that there are no issues. Her movements are still odd and janky. Just far more effective at moving her, or performing whatever task she needs to. So things like her face which serve little to know functional purpose besides communication is a complete blind spot. <br /> “Hello Tifa.” She says, her face completely blank. The corners of her mouth are oddly twitching. Attempting a smile but creating something far more off putting instead. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I think conference room D should be free.” She tells Tifa.<br /> “Alright! I have a printed version of the report so we can go over it there.” She responds with a smile, showing the papers in her hands.<br /> They walk side by side to the room. Tifa needed to slow down a little bit to match 2B’s messier pace. <br /> They arrive and walk in. The room is the furthest from the main office it could be. The blinds are pulled down. The room is a little dark with only a single dim lamp in the centre, but that has no effect on either of the robots. The two walk in, and 2B locks the door. <br /> Tifa doesn’t seem to have noticed that they are cut off. And the walls are thick enough to mask any noise that might try to escape this room. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa takes a seat and begins to sort through her papers, looking for the right one to start with. <br /> 2B takes a seat next to her. As she does, she undoes the top few buttons of her top. Just like she did the day before.<br /> Tifa looks at her, seeing the odd action.<br /> “I just want to get comfortable.” 2B calmly explains. Tifa turns her attention back to the report but holds her knees a little tighter together. <br /> They begin to discuss details of the report. Luckily 2B had read through and interpreted the data just before the virus was inflicted on her. So she doesn’t raise any suspicion when Tifa asks a few questions. 2B answers with ease and they move on to what Tifa added. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa begins to point out a new figure she just added. She points towards a specific bar on the graph to make a point. 2B leans in, making sure to really see it. Of course her eyesight is impeccable, she has no need to get closer. But by doing so she can let her chest hang down. That alongside the superior angle provides an incredibly lewd image that Tifa can’t help but glance at every now and then. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B doesn’t really want to make the first move. By being sexual, the virus is able to hide its messy control. While Tifa looks at 2B’s tits gently bound by her beautiful lace bra, she doesn’t see the way her wrists almost always move horizontally or vertically and never any mix of the two. But it is always risky. If the behaviour is ever too strong without working, she could be sent for a reset. So she needs Tifa wrapped around her finger before she can go on the assault and blank out her system. But she might not have the time to wait.<br /> <br /> <br /> However, what would happen next was still a complete accident. She crosses her arms as she listens to Tifa describe something. But as she does so, she applies a bit too much force from below. She had planned earlier in the day to let her bra hang a lot looser than normal so that her chest would be more exciting when her cleavage is exposed. So when she pushes, her breasts raise a little.<br /> She still can’t control her movement perfectly. She has learned to lessen the force she uses, but it still remains on the higher end. So when she clutches her body in order to perform the relaxed action she goes too far.<br /> Eventually it slips out, her nipple being exposed. She puts it back, but realising the effect this situation could have, she waits until Tifa sees it. <br /> “Excuse me! That was embarrassing.” 2B says. She doesn’t know what the concept of embarrassment is. A feeling is already far-fetched for her, let alone one purely based on social expectations. But her programming instructs her to say that when something like this happens. <br /> “I-I understand.” Tifa stutters. Her face is now red. 2B is getting used to seeing that little LED glow from the robots around her.<br /> <br /> <br /> “You seem different.” Tifa mutters, which catches 2B’s attention. She needs to turn it up now. <br /> “I have been exposed to something recently…” 2B tells her. But rather than confessing to the virus in her, she says something else. <br /> “I found something that interested me. Have you ever had sex~?” 2B asks her point blank.<br /> “N-no I haven’t” Tifa admits. These robots aren’t advanced enough to require false memories to trick the AI.<br /> So instead she just searches her memory bank for any occurrence of that, which had not happened yet. Mostly due to the fact she had only been operational for about a year. <br /> “It feels really good. It is something that can please you and others.” 2B says as she places a hand on Tifa’s thigh. <br /> “And I see you staring.” 2B says as she jiggles her chest a little. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa looks back up at 2B’s face. Which is exactly what 2B doesn’t want.<br /> “It is fine to look.” 2B says as she pulls her breasts out of her shirt and bra. She undoes a few buttons for this but leaves the top on. <br /> “But we are at work…” Tifa says, her eyes getting dragged back down. <br /> “It’s fine.” 2B says. This simple response would basically never work on anyone. But when someone is as simple as the two bots talking, basically any strong statement is taken as fact. They don’t have the ability to determine who is an informed authority they have to listen to or some random input they should ignore. <br /> 2B runs her hand along Tifa’s thigh, inching higher and higher. The movement is janky, stopping and starting constantly to change elevation and run along the surface of her leg better. She gets caught on her skirt, but eventually makes it under. But before Tifa can question it, 2B lays her fingers on the thin fabric that protects her sensitive pussy. <br /> <br /> <br /> She lets out a moan. Her iris shrinks ever so slightly on the small display that covers her eye cameras. She has not experienced these signals. Much like 2B just the night before. <br /> She grasps the edge of the table, her fingers squeezing hard as 2B continues to gently rub her panties. 2B gets more and more daring as she pokes and juts into the robot. She has still not mastered the gentle touch, but luckily she is pleasuring the most resistant partner possible. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa begins to sputter and moan. Her simple programming gets easily swept up by the new signals and data in her brain. Not used to how much her system demands this input once she gets a small taste of it. Now that she has entered “aroused” status, her computer is prioritising sexual gratification over almost everything else. All decision making now has to wade through a fog of pleasure. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B stops teasing the bot over her underwear. She pulls her arm from under Tifa’s skirt and begins to undo the rest of her own top. It drops to the floor, and soon after her bra follows. 2B instructs Tifa to do the same. Now the two bots are topless and still awkwardly sitting next to each other. If they were humans they would be all over each other by now. Making out, groping each other, sliding hands in sensitive places or eating eachother out. But instead they look at eachother, half naked. 2B extends a hand out and begins to toy with Tifa’s right breast. Her posture is still proper and correct, not adjusting at all as she holds her arm out. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa’s body twitches. Her joints and motors gyrate in response to the stimulus. She doesn’t know how to handle this. Her code barely knows how to respond to it. <br /> 2B raises her other arm and grabs hold of Tifa's chest with both at once. She takes turns squeezing each one, alternating every time. She still struggles with simultaneous movement like that, so just moving 5 fingers is a trial, let alone all 10. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa’s hands just lay calmly on her lap, taking the form of her usual idle pose. 2B continues her torment of Tifa’s body. Tifa continues to process all of these new signals rushing through her body. <br /> Eventually 2B is satisfied. <br /> She doesn’t understand sex in any meaningful way. So the best she can do is to emulate her own exploration on to Tifa to introduce her. To weaken her perception and system. <br /> Now she removes both hands. Tifa looks over to 2B. Her face flushed, her artificial breathing ragged and fast. Her eyebrows ever so slightly upturned. <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B suddenly stands. She drops her skirt to the ground. She didn’t wear any underwear today, so suddenly her pussy is out a mere half metre in front of Tifa’s face. She gulps. Her “AI” programming almost never considered any sexual aspects in life. But much the same as 6O and Anemone, it does seem even the simplest robot has a built in response to viewing genitalia. <br /> It seems due to robots' history as pleasure models, most code increases their arousal parameters through the sights and sounds of sex. Perhaps even performing elicit actions on another. 2B inadvertently tests this, as she seeks to increase her own signal output. As much as she has a goal, she can not ignore her programmings eagerness for gratification. Even under the effects of the virus she is a slave to her code. <br /> 2B reaches out once more, and places her hand on Tifa’s head. She pulls the bot in, and shovers Tifa between her legs. Tifa doesn’t exactly understand at first, she just waits patiently as the top of her lip gently rubs against 2B’s pussy. But once she receives the instruction to “Lick.”, which 2B learned through her research, she gets to work. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa’s skill is atrocious. Tongues are one of the hardest body parts to recreate and control. But luckily 2B’s silicone imitation pussy is not hard to please. She doesn’t have any preferences, any requirements. All that is needed is contact on her sexual organs and her code does the rest. <br /> Tifa mechanically licks away, repeating the exact same motion each and every time. But being buried into 2B’s demanding pussy is enough for her system to understand. Her levels raise, and she desires more. Her desire grows with each and every lick. Eventually she instinctively moves her hands between her own legs. She imitates the motion and pattern that 2B used on her, which more than gets the job done. <br /> <br /> <br /> The robots have no sense of impatience. So they happily spend half an hour repeating their actions over and over again. Just on auto-pilot, luxuriating in their mindless pleasure. <br /> The scene only changes when 2B decides to go further. She can do anything she wants to Tifa now. Tifa will not protest and will not be suspicious. <br /> 2B, filled with all sorts of dirty sex moves from her internet scavenging, looks down at Tifa. The way she so single mindedly focuses on lapping up her artificial privates. <br /> She gently pulls her by the hair. Tifa’s tongue remains stuck out of her mouth for a few more moments before it retreats back into her mouth. Tifa looks up at 2B, like a doe illuminated by the headlights. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Get on the table.” 2B instructs. <br /> Tifa tries to nod. But since 2B hasn’t let go of her hair yet, she impotently pulls forward and is halted in one swift motion. <br /> 2B releases. Tifa steps up onto the large conference table that is just next to them.<br /> “Strip.” 2B says. Tifa is already topless, so all that is left is to throw her skirt and panties off. She does so quite quickly while 2B climbs onto the table with her. It is nice and roomy for the two of them. <br /> <br /> <br /> Inexplicably Tifa leaves her heels on. Perhaps her program does not consider them clothes, or she is simply copying 2B. <br /> Tifa waits sitting down, her knees pulled up close to her. Once 2B is sitting in front of her, she begins to explain what to do next.<br /> “Spread your legs, we are going to rub our privates against each other.” She says plainly. Her frank manner of speech would likely be a turnoff for most people. Her almost completely expressionless face and monotone voice. Her programming is already light on social convention, but under the control of the virus she puts even less into how she conveys things to others. <br /> But these two robots could not care less about any social convention. Her pleasure signals would not decrease if the situation is not sufficiently “sexy”. They just vacuously seek more pleasure, more input, more signals. <br /> <br /> <br /> The two spend an embarrassing amount of time finding the right position. It is an odd sort of stance you have to take in order to scissor. Laying half on your back and half on your side, sliding your legs underneath and over each other. But finally they succeed. 2B inches closer and their pussy lips share a passionate kiss. Upon contact the two bots moan out in delight. <br /> Their bodies writhing against each other. Heel’s scraping against the table or dangling in the air. Lubricating fluids leaking out and coating the two. They slide against and over each other beautifully. The various flaps of labia getting into each and every crevice as they rub together <br /> <br /> <br /> 2B reaches down and shoves her fingers into the mess. Focusing on her clit to maximise the sensation. <br /> Tifa can barely react to anything besides the overwhelming flood of activity in her CPU. But she manages to make out 2B telling her to rub the top of her pussy, and she does just that.<br /> Simply making that flood considerably worse. She obsesses over her own clit. <br /> They push into each other as much as they can. Their hips buck and grind. <br /> The two robots moan desperately. The audio files almost match up at times creating an odd sync. <br /> <br /> <br /> They lose more and more control of themselves as they go. They are so focused on the situation that they develop a code form of tunnel vision in their programming. All that exists to them is the way their pussy lips squish into each other. <br /> But as they continue, they slide slightly off of the table. One of the few properties that artificial skin has but normal skin doesn’t is its friction. The artificial skin is so smooth and doesn’t produce any oils so it's much easier to glide along a smooth surface. Such as a well maintained conference table. <br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually Tifa’s arm slips off the edge. She collapses onto the ground and smashes her head against the floor. It takes a second for the fog of data in 2B’s head to clear before she stands up and inspects her target. <br /> There is no visible damage, luckily, she seems fine enough. But she is unresponsive. <br /> It is finally the perfect opportunity. <br /> 2B gets onto her knees to bring herself closer and closer to the bot. With her system glitching out and her system gunked up with pleasure signals to be processed, this is the best time to do it. <br /> <br /> <br /> Using the same remote wireless download feature that originally got 2B, she sends multiple infected and corrupted files over to Tifa. Usually the system has to accept the request if being forced, which it almost never would. Especially not with a robot “unaware” of their robotic status. <br /> But now with the mess that her computer is. Both software through the sex and hardware through the fall… <br /> The download completes. <br /> 2B stands up. Her thighs are absolutely drenched in a mix of Tifa’s pussy liquid and her own. She pays it no mind as she slides her skirt back into place. It stains around the rim of the cloth where it makes contact. She puts her clothes back on. And does the same for Tifa. She especially struggles putting on her clothes. It requires small gentle movements she is not capable of. But with enough time Tifa is messily put back to normal. A few misplaced buttons and a skirt that's too high up aside. <br /> <br /> <br /> Tifa’s eyes begin to come back to life. Moving around slightly before resting in the centre. Her eyelids twitch open and close for a few seconds. <br /> Tifa is awake and functional again. But now with some rogue files bumping around her lightly damaged computer. <br /> 2B has begun her true work.</div>

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<p>TotallyNot: /* TotallyNot */</p> <hr /> <div>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;fw-title&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;Story Archive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;<br /> &lt;br /&gt;<br /> &lt;center&gt;__NOTOC__<br /> <br /> &lt;inputbox&gt;<br /> type=create<br /> break=no<br /> &lt;/inputbox&gt;<br /> <br /> =Author=<br /> We currently have stories from 210 authors. 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Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]<br /> #[[About The I-12 Kronicles]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 1: R.O.S.I.E]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 2: Gina]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 3: Rochelle]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 4: Maisie]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 5: Chase]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 6: Liza-Beta]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 7: The Homecoming]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 8: One Zero Nightmare]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 9: Miseries Miracles &amp; More Miseries]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 10: Inspektor Jekyll, Gone Mr. Hyde?]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11: The Legends of KFC &amp; Blueboy]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11a: Dual Homage II]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Return Home]]<br /> #[[Free Shipping]]<br /> #[[Annie's Successor]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Battery|Battery]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Darkbutflashy)]]<br /> #[[Hard_Robot_Lesbians|Hard Robot Lesbians (Courtney gears-Betty Sparks shipping)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Maryanne One]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bilbo1|Bilbo1]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Processed Love]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]<br /> #[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]<br /> #[[TITAN S]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/blond111|blond111]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Kiabot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/bolton|bolton]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Skin]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bombforabooty|Bombforabooty]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Public Explosions]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Wife Repair]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/boolean2|boolean2]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Clearance]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Purchase...]]<br /> #[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]<br /> #[[The Job Interview]]<br /> #[[Family Matters]]<br /> #[[The Halloween Story]]<br /> #[[The Interrogation]]<br /> #[[Their Side of Events]]<br /> #[[The Handler]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Offer]]<br /> #[[Illusionistic]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Corporate Espionage]]<br /> #[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]<br /> #[[Eudoxia]]<br /> #[[One More Fare]]<br /> #[[Open And Shut Case]]<br /> #[[Over Some Drinks]]<br /> #[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]<br /> #[[Standard Of Deviation]]<br /> #[[The Ersatz Cadet]]<br /> #[[The Hustler]]<br /> #[[The Real Deal]]<br /> #[[Three Pawns]]<br /> #[[Tinted Windows]]<br /> #[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]<br /> #[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]<br /> #[[Cyberknight Dreams]]<br /> #[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]<br /> #[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]<br /> #[[Tammy]]<br /> #[[Bunnybots - Ava]]<br /> #[[Tammy: Eve]]<br /> #[[The Actress]]<br /> #[[Cassandra]]<br /> #[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]<br /> #[[A Lazy Afternoon]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Nightingale's Song]]<br /> #[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]<br /> #[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]<br /> #[[The Vanishing Warlord]]<br /> #[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]<br /> #[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]<br /> #[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]<br /> #[[Galatea]]<br /> #[[The Contest Winner]]<br /> #[[Droid Hunter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; 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style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;'''&lt;big&gt;D&lt;/big&gt;'''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Meeting At Meg's]]<br /> #[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]<br /> #[[Obsolescence]]<br /> #[[Leona]]<br /> #[[A Fembot Adventure]]<br /> #[[Of Rent and Robots]]<br /> #[[Certain Contradictions]]<br /> #[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]<br /> #[[First Date]]<br /> #[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]<br /> #[[The Plaything]]<br /> #[[Too Much of a Good Thing]]<br /> #[[Trixie or Treat]]<br /> #[[Home Trial (AUDIO)]]<br /> #[[Two for the Naughty List]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Universal Remote]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mike and Mary]]<br /> #[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===<br /> <br /> #[[June]]<br /> #[[Sara 3]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[戦闘機械 綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]<br /> #[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Volleybot]]<br /> #[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]<br /> #[[Training lesson]]<br /> #[[Fembot technician]]<br /> #[[Studio]]<br /> #[[Beer girl]]<br /> #[[Meet on bus]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Robot]]<br /> #[[TD Walkman Mall]]<br /> #[[Smashed]]<br /> #[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]<br /> #[[Witch Hazel]]<br /> #[[Chloe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Door To Door]]<br /> #[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dubhdanaidh|Dubhdanaidh]]===<br /> #[[Mairi]]<br /> #[[Lila]]<br /> #[[Marrion-23]]<br /> #[[Naomi]]<br /> #[[Nikki]]<br /> #[[Drinks After Work]]<br /> #[[The Morning After - Candy 1000]]<br /> #[[The Morning After - Noah 990]]<br /> #[[The Morning After - Jenny 3000]]<br /> #[[Rene]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===<br /> <br /> *[[Lina]]<br /> *[[Writing As We Go]]<br /> *[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]<br /> <br /> Season 1:<br /> <br /> #[[Vicki's New Life]]<br /> #[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]<br /> #[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]<br /> #[[Unmade, Unbroken]]<br /> #[[Out of this World]]<br /> #[[ShowStopper]]<br /> #[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]<br /> #[[The Family of Steel]]<br /> #[[Electric Child]]<br /> #[[Toys in the Attic]]<br /> #[[A House Divided]]<br /> #[[Kirsten's Choice]]<br /> #[[Epsilon]]<br /> #[[Cold Blood]]<br /> #[[Lawson's Eleven]]<br /> #[[A Criminal Mind]]<br /> #[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]<br /> #[[Falling Away]]<br /> #[[Valley of the Damned]]<br /> <br /> Season 2:<br /> <br /> #[[Mr. Roboto]]<br /> #[[Only Human]]<br /> #[[Beast]]<br /> #[[Dragon]]<br /> #[[Broken]]<br /> #[[King Nothing]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Automated Seduction]]<br /> #[[Reunion]]<br /> #[[$tacks Casino]]<br /> #[[The Neoprene Demon]]<br /> #[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]<br /> #[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]<br /> #[[T3SS4_M84U]]<br /> #[[Soviet Doll]]<br /> #[[Administrative Assistant]]<br /> #[[How To Transform Your Partner]]<br /> #[[IS4B3LL4 M84U (Truck Lot Bot)]]<br /> #[[Terminatrix - Genesis|Terminatrix]]<br /> #[[Close Call at the Costume Contest]]<br /> #[[Catwoman: An Erotic Fembot Novella]]<br /> #[[Programmed Competition]]<br /> #[[AVANT_ROBOTICS_GRLFRND]]<br /> #[[Sleeping Angel]]<br /> #[[CandyBot 007 in ‘A Spy Unraveled’]]<br /> #[[Truck Lot Bot]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''E'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Courtesy Suites]]<br /> #[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]<br /> #[[Choices]]<br /> #[[The Playroom]]<br /> #[[Market Test]]<br /> #[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]<br /> #[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]<br /> #[[April]]<br /> #[[1962]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]<br /> #[[Electric Sleep]]<br /> #[[Electric Dreams]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Plantation &quot;Sister-In-Law&quot;]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''F'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]<br /> #[[Robots are Us]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Maid]]<br /> #[[Dead Dog Two]]<br /> #[[Setting Things Straight]]<br /> #[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]<br /> #[[Cybersocialites]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dora]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]<br /> #[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]<br /> #[[Sour Candy]]<br /> #[[Model Citizen]]<br /> #[[The Magi and the Harem]]<br /> #[[Achilles Heels]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]<br /> #[[The Bridesmaid]]<br /> #[[The Secret]]<br /> #[[True Lies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Nannybot1000A]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Numerology]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Question Of Faith]]<br /> #[[A Question Of Liberty]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Frenchman319|Frenchman319]]===<br /> #[[Un léger dysfonctionnement au bureau]]<br /> #[[A Conclusive Safety Test]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FTLTraveler|FTLTraveler]]===<br /> #[[Dreamchaser]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''G'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/General|General]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Access Denied]]<br /> #[[Blue Chips]]<br /> #[[The Rental]]<br /> #[[History In The Flesh]]<br /> #[[A Second Life]]<br /> #[[Talk Radio]]<br /> #[[What You Leave Behind]]<br /> #[[Focus]]<br /> #[[Modifying the Contract]]<br /> #[[Tech Support]]<br /> #[[Bounty]]<br /> #[[The Grinder]]<br /> #[[Pinebarrens Hunter]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Flatmate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Unfinished ATM]]<br /> #[[No Refunds Offered]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Fight Too Far]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Goose|Goose]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Anto: Girl of my dreams]]<br /> #[[Mia and Kristin-Limited Edition]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sentimental Perfection]]<br /> #[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]<br /> <br /> *[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe<br /> <br /> #[[That Which Was Left Behind]]<br /> #[[Rochelle's Justice]]<br /> #[[A Day at the Ranges]]<br /> <br /> *Side/Fan stories to other writers' series:<br /> <br /> #[[Nemesis]]<br /> #[[A Stay At Hotel Automata]]<br /> #[[A Nova At Hotel Automata]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Teacher]]<br /> #[[A New Purpose]]<br /> #[[Chopping Wood]]<br /> #[[Sacrifice]]<br /> #[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Third Time's The Charm]]<br /> #[[The Christmas Present]]<br /> #[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]<br /> #[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]<br /> #[[Electra]]<br /> #[[Maid to Order]]<br /> #[[Exo Saves the Day]]<br /> #[[What Once Was Lost]]<br /> #[[Lost but Found]]<br /> #[[Corrupted]]<br /> #[[Simulating Wilderness]]<br /> #[[All Wrapped Up]]<br /> #[[Shop Girls]]<br /> #[[In Just Seven Days...]]<br /> #[[A Curious Girl in a Cruel World]]<br /> #[[Tethered]]<br /> #[[Building a Perfect Mate]]<br /> #[[Falling Awake]]<br /> #[[Shame.exe]]<br /> #[[The Sales Pitch]]<br /> #[[Passing Mustard]]<br /> #[[Crashing Your Crush]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''H'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Jumplead]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]<br /> #[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Yet Untitled Story]]<br /> #[[Loveless]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hyperspace51|Hyperspace51]]===<br /> #[[Used]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/HypnoticProse|HypnoticProse]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''I'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sloane]]<br /> #[[Quiet Night In]]<br /> #[[Emergency Repair]]<br /> #[[Registration]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Robbery]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''J'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===<br /> <br /> #[[K600]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Back To The Circuit Board]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===<br /> <br /> #[[An Inside Job]]<br /> #[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===<br /> <br /> #[[First Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Karen's Date]]<br /> #[[Doctor Who fanfic]]<br /> #[[A Trip to the ER]]<br /> #[[Loyalty]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Crash]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''K'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Monday]]<br /> #[[Friday]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mistress Mira]]<br /> #[[R-Bots]]<br /> #[[Two-Perfect!]]<br /> #[[Mmmmegan]]<br /> #[[Merger]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Charlie 25]]<br /> #[[Reflections]]<br /> #[[Service Call]]<br /> #[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The &quot;Lost Chapter&quot;)<br /> #[[Hell's Canary]]<br /> #[[Are You Serious?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Perfection]]<br /> #[[Repo]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]<br /> #[[T-Series - Actual Story]]<br /> #[[Synth-Co]]<br /> #[[Yet to be Titled Story]]<br /> #[[Deep Research]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Long Sleep]]<br /> #[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]<br /> #[[The Robo-Lover]]<br /> #[[Androids At War]]<br /> #[[Death]]<br /> #[[Rebirth]]<br /> #[[Nova's First Job]]<br /> #[[The Vile Collector]]<br /> #[[NVA Showdown]]<br /> #[[The Mourning After]]<br /> #[[The House of the Dead]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Guest]]<br /> #[[Voice of the Void]]<br /> #[[Garbage]]<br /> #[[Fangs of Steel]]<br /> #[[Killers]]<br /> #[[Fate]]<br /> #[[Berserker]]<br /> #[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]<br /> #[[I Didn't Know]]<br /> #[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]<br /> #[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]<br /> #[[The World Walker]]<br /> #[[Glory]]<br /> #[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===<br /> <br /> #[[An Afternoon To Remember]]<br /> #[[Holiday In The Sun]]<br /> #[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]<br /> #[[After the Makeover]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Korby)]]<br /> #[[JLA/Fembots]]<br /> #[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]<br /> #[[Remaking Rebecca]]<br /> #[[Another Makeover]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]<br /> #[[The Appointment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]<br /> #[[1985, Paris, France...]]<br /> #[[The Golden Dawn]]<br /> #[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]<br /> #[[Saucy Puppet Show]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot User Manual]]<br /> #[[Cindy]]<br /> #[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]<br /> #[[Getting to First Base]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''L'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Life as a Sexbot]]<br /> #[[AlyssaBot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lilith|Lilith]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Love After the Battlefield]]<br /> #[[TPU-SOA Hack Job]]<br /> #[[College Story Anthology]]<br /> #[[CyberSlinger]]<br /> #[[Blind Troubleshooting Stream]]<br /> #[[Best Friends (Comic - WIP)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Surprising Breakfast]]<br /> #[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]<br /> #[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Ride Home]]<br /> #[[Demonstration Unit]]<br /> #[[A Change of Hair]]<br /> #[[The Cook]]<br /> #[[The Stewards]]<br /> #[[Processor Test]]<br /> #[[Sugar Cube Girl]]<br /> #[[The Cure]]<br /> #[[Super X Clean]]<br /> #[[Contraband]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Final Frontier]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]<br /> #[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]<br /> #[[Solipsistic]]<br /> #[[Electrostatic]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]<br /> #[[Diagnostic]]<br /> #[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]<br /> #[[The Co-Star]]<br /> #[[Bot Town Blues]]<br /> #[[Salvage]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]<br /> #[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]<br /> #[[Nihilistic]]<br /> #[[Fire Hazard]]<br /> #[[House Call]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]<br /> #[[The Haunted Manor]]<br /> #[[Omnic Replica]]<br /> #[[Naughty or Nice]]<br /> #[[CRASH IMMELMANN IN: OVERTURE REQUIEM PROTOCOL: M.I.L.F!]]<br /> #[[Under the Influence]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''M'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Maxyz|Maxyz]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cyber Angels]]<br /> #[[Spectrum Dolls]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Tales of Syntech]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 2]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 3]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 4]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 5]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 6]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MalfunctioningGynoid|MalfunctioningGynoid]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Falling Out]]<br /> #[[LifeLike Incorporated]]<br /> #[[Travel Troubles]]<br /> #[[Wedding Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Start to Something Big]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cancelled Project]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MechaStar81|MechaStar81]]===<br /> #[[Magic Manifesting In Machinery]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]<br /> #[[Human Failure. (2200)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Shannon's Third Law]]<br /> #[[Tiffany's Third Law]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Bounty Hunter]]<br /> #[[Best Friends]]<br /> #[[Fighting Love]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]<br /> #[[Blood Angel]]<br /> #[[Deception]]<br /> #[[Errors And Glitches]]<br /> #[[Family Affair]]<br /> #[[Family Life]]<br /> #[[Favourite Parodies]]<br /> #[[Lonely With The Ages]]<br /> #[[Lying And Cheating!]]<br /> #[[My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Not Perfect]]<br /> #[[Regret]]<br /> #[[Secret Wishes]]<br /> #[[Secretaries]]<br /> #[[Shock]]<br /> #[[Spanish Fly Virus]]<br /> #[[Tennis, Anyone?]]<br /> #[[The Lullaby]]<br /> #[[The Package]]<br /> #[[The Red Roses]]<br /> #[[The Student]]<br /> #[[The Temp]]<br /> #[[The Visit]]<br /> #[[Visiting The In-Laws]]<br /> #[[A Nice Gesture]]<br /> #[[Ever Lasting Smile]]<br /> #[[Finding True Happiness]]<br /> #[[Alive?]]<br /> #[[The New Girl]]<br /> #[[The Nurse]]<br /> #[[Chase]]<br /> #[[The First Time...]]<br /> #[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]<br /> #[[The Unwanted Gift]]<br /> #[[Losing One's Self]]<br /> #[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]<br /> #[[Sitting On The Couch]]<br /> #[[Can You Fix It?]]<br /> #[[Ugly]]<br /> #[[Finally]]<br /> #[[Bad Dreams]]<br /> #[[Apartment 7]]<br /> #[[Married to a Machine]]<br /> #[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]<br /> #[[Remote Me]]<br /> #[[Missing]]<br /> #[[Roll With It]]<br /> #[[Still Rolling]]<br /> #[[Happy Easter]]<br /> #[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]<br /> #[[Testing, 1,2,3]]<br /> #[[Why worry?]]<br /> #[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]<br /> #[[Cat Out of the Bag]]<br /> #[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]<br /> #[[I Did Astro's Mom]]<br /> #[[The Lunch]]<br /> #[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]<br /> #[[Why?]]<br /> #[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]<br /> #[[The Car Crash]]<br /> #[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]<br /> #[[The Last Goodbye]]<br /> #[[Across the street]]<br /> #[[The Diva]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===<br /> <br /> #[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl]]<br /> #[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]<br /> #[[Room 9 Surprise]]<br /> #[[A Huge Add-On]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/mister_minations|mister_minations]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Unusual Bathtime Conversation]]<br /> #[[Unusual Chance Encounter]]<br /> #[[Unusual Corporate Espionage]]<br /> #[[Rusted Rails]]<br /> #[[Unusual Benefits]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MixandGull|MixandGull]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Exchange Student]]<br /> #[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mail-Order Aya]]<br /> #[[Lusty Encore]]<br /> #[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]<br /> #[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Morgan Cartlann|Morgan Cartlann]]===<br /> #<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Tech Tutorial]]<br /> #[[Salvaged Hardware]]<br /> #[[Deadline]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Programmed Fantasy]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Debbi's Diary]]<br /> #[[Some Assembly Required]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Freak-World]]<br /> ##[[Mermaid Examination]]<br /> ##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]<br /> ##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Lily's Story]]<br /> #[[Debugging]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''N'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Natalie Bayer|Natalie Bayer]]===<br /> <br /> *Own works<br /> <br /> #[[The Fantasia Club]]<br /> #[[Natalie's Story]]<br /> #[[Tonight: Erin's Upgrade]]<br /> #[[The Fantasia Club]]<br /> #[[Bits and Pieces]]<br /> #[[Encounter with Emily]]<br /> #[[Checked Items]]<br /> #[[Crash and Burn]]<br /> #[[Open-case]]<br /> #[[Halloween Short]]<br /> #[[Cross Country]]<br /> #[[Roommates]]<br /> #[[Riley's Story - Coming of Age]]<br /> <br /> *Commissioned Work<br /> #[[Heart of the Arcane]]<br /> #[[Frustration]]<br /> #[[The Collins Family Values]]<br /> #[[Company Property]]<br /> #[[Lucidia City University]]<br /> #[[Frankie]]<br /> #[[Chloe - Part 2 - The Spa]]<br /> #[[Chloe - Part 1 - The Escape]]<br /> #[[T-X Romance]]<br /> #[[Maid Service]]<br /> #[[Adrift]]<br /> #[[Secret Longings]]<br /> #[[Jeff and Sydney]]<br /> #[[Office Work]]<br /> #[[Technically Supported]]<br /> #[[Alexia and Sophie]]<br /> #[[Charlie Down]]<br /> #[[Party of Three]]<br /> #[[Yandere]]<br /> #[[Agent Candy]]<br /> #[[Soldiering On]]<br /> #[[Friends]]<br /> #[[Tennis Anyone?]]<br /> #[[Soccer Mom - MEGAN]]<br /> #[[An Age of Exploration]]<br /> #[[Coming of Age: Natalie Bayer|Coming of Age]]<br /> #[[Dustball Chronicles]]<br /> #[[Spider]]<br /> #[[Gothic Spider Queen]]<br /> #[[Workspace Difficulties]]<br /> #[[A Learning Experience]]<br /> #[[Superiority Complex]]<br /> <br /> ===[[NicoCheese]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Nico's Section of Silly Snippets]]<br /> #[[Chilling With Maggie]]<br /> #[[Trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom]]<br /> #[[A Pokemon Encounter Down Route 22]]<br /> #[[Legosi x Juno Meltdown]]<br /> #[[A Unique Kind of Car Wash]]<br /> #[[Chilling With Maggie Again]]<br /> #[[The Governor's Secret]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Scheduled Maintenance]]<br /> #[[The Third Pew]]<br /> #[[Therapy]]<br /> #[[Pimp My Ride]]<br /> #[[Working Late]]<br /> #[[The Hammer]]<br /> #[[Something Borrowed]]<br /> #[[Doctor's Visit]]<br /> #[[Strangers on a Plane]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''O'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]<br /> #[[Technical Difficulties]]<br /> #[[The Sex Coders]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bounty Hunter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''P'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Everything Old is New Again]]<br /> #[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]<br /> #[[Palindrome]]<br /> #[[Solve for X]]<br /> #[[Double Blind]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Modification]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sarah Jones]]<br /> #[[After the Club]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Delivery]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Vickybot/Victoria]]<br /> #[[The Rubdown]]<br /> #[[Dyson Family Values]]<br /> #[[A Second Rubdown]]<br /> #[[Becoming the Perfect Wife]]<br /> #[[Introducing the Perfect Wife]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Porcelaingirl|Porcelaingirl]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Plane as Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Pretzel|Pretzel]]===<br /> #[[Memory Leak]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===<br /> <br /> *Unfinished Tidbits<br /> <br /> #[[Tronic Ella]]<br /> #[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]<br /> #[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]<br /> #[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]<br /> #[[Job Interview]]<br /> #[[Project Titan]]<br /> #[[Busted]]<br /> <br /> *Complete Stories<br /> <br /> #[[Prototype]]<br /> #[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]<br /> #[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]<br /> #[[One in Six]]<br /> #[[Board Meeting]]<br /> #[[Kia Takes Control]]<br /> #[[Cassie Saves the Day]]<br /> #[[Flying Free]]<br /> #[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]<br /> #[[In Control]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #[[Kate on the Run]]<br /> #[[Meeting the Superstar]]<br /> #[[Boybot to girlbot]]<br /> #[[Michelle vs. Number One]]<br /> #[[Changing Life]]<br /> <br /> *The ReVerse<br /> <br /> #Castle Mysteries<br /> ##[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]<br /> ##[[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> ##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]<br /> ##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]<br /> ##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> ##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]<br /> ##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Maddie and Ted<br /> ##[[Doll And Her Teddy]]<br /> ##[[Maddie Follows Orders]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Boom-Boom<br /> ##[[BoomBoom Bots]]<br /> ##[[BoomBoom's Back]]<br /> #[[My New PDA]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]<br /> <br /> *Jamie's Over<br /> <br /> #[[Jamies out shopping]]<br /> #[[Jamies night out]]<br /> <br /> *Other<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot Alphabet]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Protrepticus|Protrepticus]]===<br /> #[[Terminatrix: Battle of the Queens]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''Q'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Can't Sleep]]<br /> #[[Meanwhile]]<br /> #[[The Encounter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''R'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/R3DD|R3DD]]===<br /> #[[Am I Perfect for You?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Persona Internal Memorandum]]<br /> #[[Can't You Hear Me Howl]]<br /> #[[Dr. Doone and the Series Eight]]<br /> #[[The Yard Sale]]<br /> #[[Jumper...]]<br /> #[[Persona Tests: Pamela One Point Zero]]<br /> #[[Persona Tests: McKenzie One Point Zero]]<br /> <br /> *The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)<br /> <br /> #[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> <br /> *The &quot;Momentary&quot; Series (TheSpotConlon)<br /> <br /> #[[The Moment When]]<br /> #[[Ping]]<br /> #[[The First Moment in Her Head]]<br /> #[[The Moment in the Bar]]<br /> <br /> *GPT Stories<br /> <br /> #[[GPT Story: Sarah Meets Her Roommate]]<br /> #[[GPT Story: Robin Programs a New Unit]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RancidInsanity|RancidInsanity]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Waring Sisters]]<br /> #[[Failura]]<br /> #[[Ceres]]<br /> #[[Christmas in Russia]]<br /> #[[The Big Crazy Plan]]<br /> #[[Suzie the Therapist]]<br /> #[[The Phantom of the Factory]]<br /> #[[Cassie]]<br /> #[[Batman:Fembots]]<br /> #[[The Mansion of Andrea]]<br /> #[[Noura &amp; Natalya]]<br /> #[[Sync Wars]]<br /> #[[Cyber Party]]<br /> #[[Futuristic Ligeia]]<br /> #[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]<br /> #[[Camping Trip]]<br /> #[[King Cecil and the Three Collars]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Emi-Bot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Theives]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/rfhbv|rfhbv]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Saga of Congan]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Rivercrushes|Rivercrushes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Personality Upgrade]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RoxxyRobofox|RoxxyRobofox]]===<br /> <br /> #[[As Seen on TV]]<br /> #[[Hobby Model]]<br /> #[[Basic Services]]<br /> #[[Children of the Forge]]<br /> #[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]<br /> #[[Management Issues]]<br /> #[[Simple Things]]<br /> #[[Consequences]]<br /> #[[Vampire Killer]]<br /> #[[Better than Human]]<br /> #[[Fembot Fighters]]<br /> #[[Just for you]]<br /> #[[Six Strings]]<br /> #[[Densetsu no Batoru]]<br /> #[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]<br /> #[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]<br /> #[[Desire Unit Delux]]<br /> #[[Outdated Bunny]]<br /> #[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Long time in the waiting]]<br /> #[[Tiffany]]<br /> #[[One in a Billion]]<br /> #[[The Problem with Automation]]<br /> #[[The Escort]]<br /> #[[The Date]]<br /> #[[A Little Game]]<br /> #[[Technology Free Weekend]]<br /> #[[The House Sitter]]<br /> #[[Subliminal Competition]]<br /> #[[Jennifer &amp; Katherine]]<br /> #[[Late Night Sabotage]]<br /> #[[Evie and Zoey; Double Modding]]<br /> #[[When Technology Meets Temptation]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RoboMilfLover|RoboMilfLover]]===<br /> #[[Mother-Daughter time]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot World]]<br /> #[[A Night With Vanessa]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]<br /> #[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]<br /> #[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Phantom Doll]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''S'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fixing Sable]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sanjuro|Sanjuro]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Gift from Tomorrow]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Autonomy]]<br /> #[[Clichés]]<br /> #[[Gift]]<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sarabot's First Story]]<br /> #[[Sarabot's Second Story]]<br /> #[[The Robotic Nurse]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Upgrade]]<br /> #[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]<br /> #[[The Cheerleader]]<br /> #[[Disassemble Me]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Overhaul]]<br /> #[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]<br /> #[[Kristenbot 1e]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Most Unusual Party]]<br /> #[[Futago no Shinami]]<br /> #[[Sammy's Party]]<br /> #[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]<br /> #[[Crazy in the Heat]]<br /> #[[After Hours]]<br /> #[[The Time With My Stepsister]]<br /> #[[Coming Home]]<br /> #[[Crossfire]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Four Hours]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Screenshot|Screenshot]]===<br /> #[[Trouble in Hyrule Castle]]<br /> #[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]<br /> #[[Breaking a Splash]]<br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Abbott Chronicles]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Too Good To Be True]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Pixillate]]<br /> #[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]<br /> #[[Heather's Battery Failure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Party Girls]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]<br /> #[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]<br /> #[[Regina Repurposed]]<br /> #[[Nancy Runs a Program]]<br /> #[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]<br /> #[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Truck Driver]]<br /> #[[Another Time]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Aquaphobia]]<br /> #[[Cheerleader]]<br /> #[[Happy New Year]]<br /> #[[New Roommate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Functional•Sensual•You]]<br /> #[[Protect and Severe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sleeps|Sleeps]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Casino of Deception:Jackpot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Anniversary Present]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Coming of Age]]<br /> #[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sparty|Sparty]]===<br /> #[[Cafe Stories]]<br /> #[[Alex, Mia, and Lily]]<br /> #[[Emily and Mrs. Smith]]<br /> #[[Amelia]]<br /> #[[Maya]]<br /> #[[Treehouse]]<br /> #[[Molly]]<br /> #[[Emma and Sarah]]<br /> #[[Family Breakfast]]<br /> #[[Rachel]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]<br /> #[[A.I.L.A]]<br /> #[[Blind Date]]<br /> #[[Daydreaming]]<br /> #[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]<br /> #[[Haunted House - A Short]]<br /> #[[Lost in the Shuffle]]<br /> #[[Medical Exam: A Short]]<br /> #[[New Life]]<br /> #[[Self-repair]]<br /> #[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]<br /> #[[The Girlfriend]]<br /> #[[The Heiress]]<br /> #[[The Replacement]]<br /> #[[The Roommate]]<br /> #[[The Stockroom]]<br /> #[[The Teammate]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> '''The Small Business Chronicles'''<br /> <br /> [[The Small Business Chronicles]]<br /> <br /> '''Season One:''' <br /> <br /> #[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]<br /> #[[Off-season - The Motel]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]<br /> #[[Slow day - The Cafe]]<br /> #[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]<br /> <br /> '''Season Two:'''<br /> <br /> #[[Homefront - The House]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 3]]<br /> #[[Green Thumb - The Greenhouse]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 4]]<br /> #[[The Doctor is in - The Clinic]]<br /> #[[More Help at Last - The Backups]]<br /> ----------------------------------------------<br /> &quot;Spaz Studios Presents&quot; anthology series: <br /> <br /> #[[Fizzy Pop]]<br /> #[[Substitute]]<br /> #[[Forbidden Fruit]]<br /> #[[The Uncanny Valley]]<br /> #[[The Future Expo]]<br /> #[[Office Life]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> [[A Visitor's Guide to The Uncanny Valley]]<br /> <br /> #[[Awakening]]<br /> #[[House Call - Spaz]]<br /> #[[The Body Borrower]]<br /> #[[The Headless Hunt]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> *Collaborations:<br /> <br /> #[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]<br /> #[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> *Manbot Stories:<br /> <br /> #[[My Roommate's Secret]]<br /> #[[Skyler]]<br /> #[[At My Bequest...]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Late Night Maintenance]]<br /> #[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]<br /> #[[Pleasurebot 8]]<br /> #[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]<br /> #[[Mirror Image]]<br /> #[[Extracted]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Afternoon Appointment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bethany in Room B]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]<br /> #[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''T'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Chi City, 2152]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Trade In]]<br /> #[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Android Psychiatrist]]<br /> #[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]<br /> #[[At The Body Shop]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Corsetta]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Quarry]]<br /> #[[Swing Shift]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Hide and Seek]]<br /> #[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Identity]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]] (Incomplete)<br /> #[[Back to BASIC]]<br /> #[[A Contradiction of Life]]<br /> #[[Friends Forever]]<br /> #[[Liberty]]<br /> #[[Seamless]]<br /> #[[Her Prince]] (Vignette)<br /> #[[The Company Girl]] (Vignette)<br /> #[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Bad Romance]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Finding Yourself]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Kernel]] (Comic)<br /> #[[So... my friends have been acting weird lately]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Trendsetting]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Severed Strings]] (Comic) <br /> #[[A Frank and Honest Discussion About our Relationship]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Re:Context]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Changeling]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Centauri Republic<br /> <br /> #[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Sybil's Shadow]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Wasteland Paradise<br /> <br /> #[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *The Bluegate Chronicles<br /> <br /> #[[Little Things]]<br /> #[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Hour of the Wolf]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Relationship Updates]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *The Reid Chronicles<br /> <br /> #[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]<br /> <br /> *Robocadet Mika<br /> <br /> #[[Enlistment]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Robotcadet Mika 2: Training|Training]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Fiction-O-Matic<br /> <br /> #[[Fiction-O-Matic 1]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *One-Shot Comics<br /> <br /> #[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)<br /> #[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)<br /> #[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)<br /> #[[?????? Station]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Make your own story 1]](Comic)<br /> #[[Take a Hint!]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Synthetic Pride]] (Comic)<br /> #[[All I Want for Christmas is You]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Do appliances count?]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Nightmare Scenario]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Downtime]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Modular]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Strange New World, Strange New Me]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Welcome to Heaven!]] (Comic)<br /> #[[Day Off L1|Day Off]] (Comic)<br /> <br /> *Adaptations<br /> <br /> #[[Of Rent and Robots(Comic Adaptation)]]<br /> <br /> *Visual Novels<br /> <br /> #[https://mega.nz/file/jnJkmB5Y#c68WRUT5gQVkWVxN1wEXNxa228Kd8kuvtIwKv5VhiYY Slot Bunny]<br /> #[https://mega.nz/file/Wv5RAZRB#mPToIlBQa96EIB0goOmvhKj7YYZ9rBBppUyvhAAUHhk Subject/Object] (Work in Progress)<br /> <br /> *Audio<br /> <br /> #Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary<br /> [[File:Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary L1.mp3|Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheShoveller|TheShoveller]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled Fantasy Land Story]]<br /> #[[Crossfire]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===<br /> TheSpotConlon is now [[Stories/R. 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Betty Tarrill]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TheThingBelow|TheThingBelow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Concert Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Through My Eyes]]<br /> #[[New Garden]]<br /> #[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]<br /> #[[Down On The Farm]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tom Cooke|Tom Cooke]]===<br /> #[[Sandra the Computer Engineer]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TotallyNot|TotallyNot]]===<br /> #[[Angel Covers Up]]<br /> #[[Geass Club]]<br /> #[[Beach day]]<br /> #[[Erotic Recovery]]<br /> #[[The Reprogramming]]<br /> #[[Exotic Striptease]]<br /> #[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]<br /> #[[Triple Juri Clash]]<br /> #[[Proto-Lawyers]]<br /> #[[The Virus]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Otaku's Adventure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Awake]]<br /> #[[A Helping Hand]]<br /> #[[Practice Run]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Deicide]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; 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style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''Z'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Girls Under Glass]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Darwin Accelerated]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |}<br /> <br /> &lt;small&gt;''See also: [[Stories sorted by type]] | [[Stories sorted by category]]''&lt;/small&gt;<br /> <br /> =Collaborations=<br /> {| width=&quot;{{{1|100%}}}&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;background-color:transparent;table-layout:fixed;&quot;<br /> |- valign=&quot;top&quot;<br /> |<br /> ===[[Follow your own plot]]===<br /> <br /> *[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]<br /> *[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]<br /> *[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]<br /> *[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]<br /> *[[FYOP/Alberts Discount Android Warehouse|Alberts Discount Android Warehouse]]<br /> *[[My Fembot Story|My Fembot Story By: StarLouis2001]]<br /> |<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Create-A-Story 1]]<br /> #[[Create-A-Story 2]]<br /> #[[Create-A-Story 3]]<br /> |<br /> ===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===<br /> <br /> *[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]<br /> <br /> #[[The Makeover]]<br /> #[[After The Makeover]]<br /> #[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]<br /> #[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]<br /> |}<br /> <br /> =A.I. 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TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Nier_Inc&diff=189408 2024-10-13T16:35:59Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Jackass rocks up to work a few minutes late. She had poorly planned out her update in the morning and ended up installing the patches right when her bus left. So she rushed to catch the one that leaves soon after. She enters the front door and races towards the elevator, almost tripping over herself on her way. She brushes the fake wig-like hair out of her face to look a little bit more professional. When she finally arrives at her floor, all she can think about is seein...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Jackass rocks up to work a few minutes late. She had poorly planned out her update in the morning and ended up installing the patches right when her bus left. So she rushed to catch the one that leaves soon after. She enters the front door and races towards the elevator, almost tripping over herself on her way. She brushes the fake wig-like hair out of her face to look a little bit more professional. When she finally arrives at her floor, all she can think about is seeing the one bot that dominates all her thoughts. Her beautiful girlfriend and her boss, chief analyst White. <br /> <br /> <br /> The doors swing open and she finds the office has an odd tension over it that she is not used to. She tries saying hello to some of her fellow colleagues but either gets short replies or just brushed off completely. She punches in her time card and makes her way to White’s office. She pops right in, often forgetting to knock despite White being her boss during office hours. And she finds her beloved girlfriend and stern superior in a slight state of disarray. She is freaking out as she rushes through a pile of paperwork. <br /> <br /> <br /> “H-hey White. Goodmorning?” Jackass cautiously says, alerting herself to the stressed out bot. <br /> “OH! Jackass, what took you so long to come in today!?” She says as she continues rushing around her office getting all sorts of little things in order. <br /> “I- I missed my bus. What's… happening?” Jackass replies, unsure and confused at her behaviour. <br /> “There is a surprise visit… the CEOs are coming to our branch and we need to make sure everything is perfect!” White tells her. Now everything makes sense. <br /> Jackass sighs and gives a small little smile, and begins to help White tidy up the room so it looks prim and proper. It only takes a moment with the two of them working together for the place to be absolutely pristine. Once it is, White is able to relax a tad more than before. <br /> “I can help you out today but you need to relax, it will be fine. It’s not a big deal.” Jackass tells her. <br /> <br /> <br /> “It is a big deal! There could be budget cuts, corporate restructuring, or all sorts of things.” She explains in response. There really is no arguing with her, she will always assume herself to be right. And in this case she just might well be. <br /> White is always very high strung and a little stressed. Like almost all of her personality, this is due to her programming. She was designed in order to get things done. So she is constantly spending all of her time thinking about how to increase efficiency, work harder and bring better success to the company.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jackass sits on White's desk and grabs her hand. Holding it in hers. <br /> White is a little confused but happy with the physical contact. Jackass then presses a small section of White's wrist, causing her hand's top layer to spring open. The hinge is at the palm and now the mechanical workings of White's whole hands are open. <br /> <br /> <br /> “H-hun! What are you doing?” She asks, a little embarrassed. Even if it is behind closed doors, having her body opened at all during work hours is quite confronting. Jackass doesn’t reply and instead takes her own finger to the centre of White’s exposed hand structure. Jackass’ finger then parts in the middle, revealing a screwdriver piece at the tip just underneath. She uses this to tighten a screw on the base of White’s pinky. Once done she closes it back up and holds White’s hand again. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Your finger was a little loose. You need to take better care of yourself. Now if you want to impress these CEO’s, you need to be a little looser! Less strict and stressed, but chill and fun! That's the best way to do it!” Jackass says with a wide grin on her face. White simply blushes, and lets out a sigh of her own. <br /> Due to White’s programmed fixation on her work, she often neglects to do work on herself. She does not take her own needs very seriously and is always willing to sacrifice her well being for the success of the company. That is why she needs Jackass.<br /> <br /> <br /> She could never be like Jackass, and absolutely does not share her attitude on these matters. But her vibrant personality does a lot to keep White grounded and not too in her own head. She sobers up from the anxiety and reapplies her professionalism. <br /> “Thank you for the help. Now return back to your desk before the two-” White begins, before getting interrupted by her door opening without a knock the second time this morning. She is about to chew whoever it is out, until she lays eyes on them. Two similarly sized women, both with red hair done up in slightly different ways. Devola and Popola, the twin CEOs of this company. <br /> <br /> <br /> White instantly springs to attention, and tries to sit as perfectly as she can. Jackass is certainly less enthusiastic about it, but stands normally as if she had just wandered in herself. <br /> “A-ah hello! Welcome to our branch of ad sales.” White says, unsure of how to begin with the two of them. <br /> “This is one of our lovely employees, just stopping by to hand me some paperwork for her upcoming… uh performance review! Isn’t that right Jackass?” She says, gesturing at her. Jackass smiles and greets the two of them.<br /> “Well it is lovely to meet you both!” Popala says with a surprisingly sincere smile. <br /> “We have come here for a routine inspection of each of the workplaces. Usually people hire out for this kind of thing, but we prefer a much more personal tough” Devola continues, matching her sister's expression. <br /> “Well it is certainly appreciated. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help out with your inspection.” White says, giving a little bow as she does.<br /> “If you don’t mind me, I ought to be getting back to work” Jackass says in a bit of a coy tone, as she leaves out the door behind the twins. She waves goodbye to White who ever so slightly blushes in reply. Jackass catches it and feels proud of herself. Once she leaves, the room feels a bit more serious than before. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Yes, well we would like a proper insight towards what the average day is like here. Would you have the time to give us a tour? Or at least point us towards someone who could?” Popola asks. <br /> “Oh I think it's best if I do. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t mind staying late today if it meant I was able to help the two of you” She says, hoping to not sound like she is trying to get out of doing boring paperwork. She is absolutely trying to get out of doing boring paperwork. <br /> <br /> <br /> She takes her bosses down the halls, improvising a speech as best she can. Telling them about the important work they do. As they walk she uses the most recent report done by her team to rattle off some of the positive numbers from it.<br /> She scowers the document on her HUD for any glorifying details. However, she starts getting some push notifications onto her screen as well. <br /> Usually she blocks all of those types of things by default, trying not to let it distract her. She takes everything very seriously and would dislike all these sorts of things bothering her. But the one thing she allows onto her screen is… Jackass. <br /> Jackass is very differently built than White. While White is very calculating and hard working, Jackass is likely the opposite. But there is a reason they need someone like her around. White models end up burning out incredibly fast. They do their job incredibly well but just can’t maintain that momentum. <br /> So they need someone to mellow them out, and to keep them from ever going too far that they can’t continue.<br /> That is the purpose of Jackass. <br /> But this one is a little different. This unit of jackass has some sort of slight deviance in her CPU or core programming. Because she is very sexually forward. <br /> She knows that White is with the CEO’s and wants to tease her. <br /> <br /> <br /> White blushes as she sees a picture Jackass sent of herself. Jackass is in the toilets, pulling her shirt up and is holding it with her teeth, and giving a peace sign. Her synthetic breasts on full and open display. <br /> This White model is also a little different. Perhaps they caused it in each other. Because she is much more sexually interested in Jackass then White models ever should be. In fact most relations between robots are not allowed. Makes too much of a mess and is far too hard to control. <br /> “Here we have our… um…” White trails off, getting distracted by the image so prominently shown on her display. <br /> “Is something wrong White?” Popola asks simply.<br /> “Oh n-no! Sorry, it's nothing. Ahem… This is where we-” She continues, explaining another mundane aspect of her department. Trying not to let slip anything is amiss. Shockingly, she believes she has done a good job.<br /> <br /> She then takes the two robots to another member of her team.<br /> “This is Jenny! She is the senior analyst here, and one of my best workers. If you have any questions about me that you don’t feel I can answer honestly, she is the perfect person to ask.” White explains. Jenny and the two bots shake hands and greet each other. They begin to all talk for a moment, before Jackass comes into the room.<br /> “Ah, I am so sorry, I need to borrow White for a moment.” She says. White is a little confused but doesn’t want to be suspicious or unprofessional in front of her bosses. <br /> “A-ah guess I am needed! A good chance for you all to talk without me.” She says, almost attempting a joking tone but it falls flat on the all robotic personal in the room. She hurries out of the room with Jackass.<br /> <br /> <br /> Once in the hallway, they walk down it quite quickly. Just about until they are out of the impressive earshot of their bosses. Robotic hearing goes a long way, so they walk for a while before much is said. <br /> “So… What was it that you needed hun?” White asks. Jackass just tells her that it is important and to wait for a moment. <br /> She then suddenly pulls her into a closet and locks lips with White. Her tongue slides past White's silicone lips and invades her mouth. Jackass runs her tongue, a mechanical piece densely wired to be as realistic as possible, along the inside of White’s mouth. She can feel the roof of her mouth is a metal piece, the seam between the fake gum material and the metal can be clearly felt. Jackass loves exploring all of her beloved White. <br /> <br /> <br /> White waits a bit too long, enjoying the sudden and exciting kiss. But she gets a hold of herself and pushes Jackass away, who happily grins at her. <br /> “W-what do you think you are doing! The CEOs are right down the hall! You pulled me away for this?” She asks, huffy and upset. But blushing profusely. <br /> Despite her robotic body, she does not have control over these mechanical processes. <br /> She may know that they are happening, but has no more ability to stop them than any human. So when her system identifies certain responses in her AI, it reacts accordingly. It reddens her cheek with an LED strip carefully layered between the artificial skin that makes up her face. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I was just trying to help! You get so stressed around authority figures, I can only imagine how the top bosses of the company make you feel.” She says, before tightly gripping White's ass with a sly grin. <br /> “Y-you ruffian.” White meekly replies, unable to really refute any of the claims Jackass made. <br /> “Well if I am distracting you so much down there…” Jackass says as she moves her hand to the front of white. Pressing gently against her skirt right in her pubic region. <br /> “How about you just take it off and give it to me~ I will do a great job protecting it.” She says with a little giggle.<br /> “W-what! W-why would I?!” White exclaims, even more embarrassed at the suggestion. But she can’t deny the excitement that idea gives her. <br /> <br /> <br /> Despite her protests and her more careful nature, White really does enjoy Jackass’ wild side. These crazy exciting ideas are so invigorating. And that is where she truly differs from other models of her type. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Come on… I will drop it if you really don’t want to. But we both know you like the idea…” Jackass says.<br /> White mumbles for a moment, unable to muster a response. She considers it quite intensely. But eventually she has an answer. <br /> “O-ok let's do it. But if I send you a message to stop, you stop instantly.” She tells her quite sternly. <br /> “Of Course! Teasing is only fun when you like it sweetie.” Jackass responds, giving White a little hug. <br /> “Now hand it over hun~” Jackass says expectantly. White, ever the brat she is, still pretends like she is a little against it. Embarrassed by the notion. She pulls her pencil skirt down to her knees, and then her panties. She feels the cool breeze as the signals from between her legs shoot up the wires in her body right to her brain. <br /> Having her privates exposed at work feels like a violation of everything she knows. Right down to her very job centred programming. But that's what makes it so exciting for her. <br /> <br /> <br /> She is able to disengage different parts of her body for removal or repairs. So when she wills it, a small click can be heard as the section of her skin between her legs that contains her vagina suddenly juts out half a centimetre. Just enough for Jackass to grab onto and pull out. She does just that, and the two bots watch as the piece is removed from her. It takes the shape of almost a flashlight, with the front being quite wide to encompass it all. But the length of it is just the smaller hole that goes out. When inside of her, the end of it is open for access to any sexual fluids in a little tank, but when it is removed it shuts the back of it. Everything besides the skin at the front has a carbon black finish.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jackass gets a better hold of it by the matt metal outer layer and brings it up to her lips. She gently blows on the front of her pussy, which instantly causes White to shiver. <br /> “Good, good~ Just wanted to check that the wireless signals were working properly” She says with a smile. <br /> “Now you have kept those two waiting for quite a while now” She teases.<br /> “And whose fault is that!” White says with a huff, as she pulls her panties and office lady skirt back up. <br /> “Fair enough.” Jackass chuckles. White turns to open the door behind them, and Jackass firmly spanks White's ass as her hand reaches the door handle. <br /> “Give them a good tour~” She says, as she waves goodbye. White closes the door, and can hear Jackass lock it behind her. <br /> “Good. At least no one will run into her doing weird stuff this way.” She thinks, her face still beat red as she quickly hurries down the hall back to where she left the two bosses. <br /> <br /> <br /> She enters the room to find them still quite engaged with conversation, which relieves White. <br /> “Ah! There you are White. Well, was it anything concerning?” Devola asks. And it is only then White realises she needed to have come up with an excuse to use on Jackass’ behalf. <br /> “U-uh oh um well…” She stutters for a moment. “There was an issue with… another department. And she needed my input on how to handle it. Nothing to worry about, I assure you!” She says with a forced laugh. <br /> <br /> <br /> She keeps thinking she is nailing these excuses. That surely no one could see that she was lying or hiding anything. But this is one of the things that separates the regional managers, the department bosses, and other people of power, from the twin CEO’s. <br /> Despite the incredible power of her AI, White still comes short in some capabilities. <br /> Creative thinking and social conventions are some of the hardest things for computers to comprehend. <br /> Robots like White will never rise to the top with their slightly limited thinking. They are the most impressive machines in the world, but still really just machines. <br /> The twin robot CEOs are different. Their bodies may be constructed from similar materials, but their experience and computing power is truly something else. <br /> Which is why they go through the hassle of visiting these branches and offices themselves. <br /> <br /> <br /> White continues taking them down to different areas, introducing them to her personnel, and doing her absolute best to sell her office's worth. But the whole time she is thinking in the back of her head about Jackass. <br /> It has been about 15 minutes since she handed off her privates to her girlfriend to toy with, and nothing has happened. There is always the chance something came up, but White knows Jackass well enough to know this is all part of her game. <br /> She is waiting until it will really shock and interrupt her. <br /> <br /> <br /> They enter the main room of cubicles where the majority of workers are clacking away at their keyboards. <br /> “Well… I don’t have much else to show you. Is there anything specific that you two would like to see?” White asks. <br /> The two girls look at eachother and deliberate for a moment. <br /> “We would like to observe a department meeting, there should be one coming quite soon right?” Popola asks. <br /> “Oh yes! I believe it is in conference room C, in about 15 mi-” White stops in the middle of her sentence. A sudden sensation comes from her disconnected part. It starts as just a gentle touch from Jackass’ finger. Running along each side of her pussy, outlining the artificial labia quite lovingly. <br /> <br /> <br /> “S-sorry, yes I am seeing here it starts in about 15 minutes. Should I take you there?” White says. She is holding her thighs tighter now, despite the fact it changes very little. <br /> “Hm, alright.” Devola says, gesturing for White to lead the way. White starts to walk, but is struggling with the continual sensation. <br /> Jackass happily teases her girlfriend, never getting too close to her clit. Humans have the most nerve endings in the clit, and robots are built quite similarly. The strongest wire is connected right to that spot. So even when sent wirelessly, the signal is amplified by just how densely constructed that part of her is built. <br /> <br /> <br /> Humans are constructed quite intelligently, and of course these robotic androids mimic some of that design to best execute on their specifications. Human sensory input is greatly higher on their fingertips, lips, and genitals as opposed to the rest of their body. <br /> This property is in fact made stronger with robots. Their sensory input can easily be multiplied and increased digitally. <br /> Usually most bots turn down the sensitivity of their privates for better efficiency.<br /> This couple turned them up much, much higher. <br /> <br /> <br /> White lets out the quietest whimper she could. Barely able to control her voice from these teasing touches. She nervously whips her head around to look at the two robots following her. They give a slightly puzzled expression, but show no concern for the noise. <br /> So White assumes they couldn’t hear it over the sounds of the office. <br /> They arrive at the conference room 10 minutes before the meeting. <br /> A few people have already turned up, sipping coffee and chatting. <br /> “This is the conference room, t-the meeting will start soon. You can take a seat wherever you like.” White says again. <br /> The two bots thank her in perfect unison and then take a seat on the far end of the table, away from the presenter. <br /> White takes her own seat right near the projector. She struggles to think about anything besides the nagging sensation. She can really feel as the signal zips up her body from the receiver to the central processing unit in an instant. Each little zap makes her needy for more. <br /> <br /> <br /> It doesn’t take long for the rest of the room to fill out with people. And quite quickly the meeting begins. A man stands at the front and begins to ramble off figures about certain earnings projections, risk management and things of the sort. <br /> As head of the department, White is already privy to most if not all of this information. <br /> Thus, she allows her focus to wander from what's in front of her to what she is feeling. She closes her eyes and simply indulges herself. <br /> <br /> <br /> But it is precisely at that moment that Jackass dives into White with her tongue. Exploring the folds of her artificial being, exploring all of the bumps and ridges that were moulded to enhance sexual pleasure. <br /> <br /> <br /> White covers her mouth as fast as she can. She opens her eyes and looks around the room to see that no one noticed her sudden movement. <br /> Except… for the twins. Who are staring right at her. She awkwardly gives them a wave, before nervously turning back to the presentation. But just because she is more under control doesn’t mean the sensation stops. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jackass eagerly pushes as far into her girlfriend's pussy as she can. Moving in and out, sliding along her vaginal walls. She grips the compartment that holds White’s privates tightly and shoves it against her face. She feels the labia of White's pussy rub against her own lips, adding to a textural sensation like no other. It is rare robotos get to experience the feeling of rubbery material slipping and sliding against each other like this. Only when they kiss and when they fuck, both actions the average robot rarely does. <br /> <br /> <br /> White stifles her whimpers and noises. She moves her arms down into her lap. She instinctively wants to rub her clit as Jackass eats her out, but her clit is down the hallway. She slides her fingers under her skirt either way, and reaches into the cavity that now exists between her legs. She gently brushes against the open connection pieces with her fingertips.<br /> It sends surges of weird feelings to her CPU. <br /> There are lines of small metal prongs that conduct electricity. At the end there is a tiny green chip with slots for 4 cables. She is able to feel her artificial skin sink in ever so slightly to each slot and her system tries reading the data. <br /> Applying even the lightest pressure to the chip and the metal prongs offers a quite different feeling than the pleasure assaulting her mind from Jackass. <br /> But the two different feelings intermingle to overwhelm her system in a way that tingles in such a satisfying way. <br /> <br /> <br /> She is barely even aware of the presentation happening around her at this point. She struggles to form too many coherent thoughts at once like this. <br /> Her computer system is able to process and consider so much information at once, but she feels it is getting slower. Her computational power is being put to processing the pleasure signals. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jackass slowly pulls the piece away from her face. Letting her tongue slowly slide out of her as she does so. Giving her a little moment to relax. She wipes her face clean of the artificial saliva. It is far more lubricated than human saliva and doesn’t dry as quickly.<br /> <br /> <br /> The entire time she has been quite deliberately avoiding White’s clit. She knows just how sensitive that place is in general, and that is doubly so for White. With her bizarre sexual interests the sensitivity from it is almost debilitating. <br /> So Jackass grins as she waits a moment. Either the wait is giving White a false sense of security, or is leaving her in horny anxiety waiting for whatever comes next. <br /> White sits in her chair, experiencing the latter of those two things. With her fingers deep inside the hole between her legs fiddling with the electronics, she is quite desperate for whatever comes next. <br /> She almost anxiously awaits Jackass to continue. And the idea that maybe her girlfriend could have stopped for good and will just wait until White comes to see her is even worse. <br /> <br /> <br /> White aches of desperation. She truly feels the emptiness there and needs it to be satisfied. Being pushes this far only to the pleasure taken away from her is torture. <br /> White looks up at the man who is giving the presentation. He just started fielding questions from the room, answering them one by one. <br /> Eventually one of the twin bosses asks something. <br /> “In regards to figure 1.8, what is the margin of error on this? This type of data is often skewed to portray success.” Devola asks quite plainly. <br /> Not holding back where her concerns lay.<br /> <br /> <br /> “Well actually I think White will be able to answer that best. She headed the report that figure comes from.” He says, pointing towards White.<br /> White has at this point slithered down her seat a little bit, reaching under her skirt. So she scrambles to sit properly and avoid any implications. <br /> “A-ah yes! You asked about the margin of error? Well…” White begins to explain the methodology of analysis. She does a good job even when caught off guard. <br /> There is a reason White is in the position she is. She wouldn’t have been able to maintain her standards if this was enough to frazzle her.<br /> The real added difficulty only presents itself when Jackass places a kiss right on White’s clit.<br /> Her entire body shivers. She pauses mid sentence and covers her mouth again. <br /> But she is not fast enough to block any noise from escaping. <br /> “So we found that using- AH~!” She exclaims. She darts her eyes across the room and sees everyone staring at her, slightly baffled. <br /> <br /> <br /> “S-sorry! I-i uh felt a static shock suddenly. Ahem… By using a slightly unorthodox method…” She continues, trying to quickly sidestep the issue and pretend nothing of note happened. Luckily there aren’t many murmurs and people resume listening to her answer. <br /> <br /> <br /> Jackass then begins to lick White's clit. Teasing around in and occasionally touching it directly for that intense abuse. <br /> White stutters occasionally as she speaks, but manages to largely appear normal. But inside her computers are heating up from the excitement. <br /> Her brain is a messy whirlwind of emotions and feelings, all things that make it quite hard to continue speaking on the efficacy of her work. Basically trying to explain in what ways she is a good employee to her bosses who have the power to replace her. <br /> <br /> <br /> She attempts to wrap it all up, hoping desperately that her answer is satisfactory. <br /> “Hm. Alright, thank you.” Devola says, never truly showing how she feels at any given moment. “You may proceed.” she tells the presenter. <br /> <br /> <br /> The man at the head of the table asks if there are any more questions. Another member of the team asks about some inane detail which they then begin to discuss. <br /> White slumps back in her chair, relieved that the pressure is no longer on her. She can simply joy the almost mind melting pleasure flooding into her central processing unit. <br /> Jackass runs her tongue over White's clit. She slides it down, and places another kiss on it. She dives back in and starts lightly sucking on it. <br /> White can barely sit still, she wriggles and writhes in her chair, trying her absolute best not to make a commotion. <br /> <br /> <br /> When suddenly the lights click on and people begin to stand up. She didn’t notice the meeting wrapping up and now quickly shoots out of her chair, brushes her hair out of the way, then tries to act normally. She shakes hands and talks with her colleagues, as her legs still shiver and shake ever so slightly. <br /> <br /> <br /> Devola and Popala quickly find White.<br /> “Well, that meeting was very informative.” Popala tells White with a smile. <br /> “Yes, thank you for that answer earlier.” Devola continues. “I think the only other thing we would like to observe is a performance review. How about that worker we met when we first arrived?” Devola suggests.<br /> “Oh yes… I believe her name was Jackass?” Popola follows up. <br /> White gets a little nervous. She wasn’t actually going to do a performance review of her. But she can improvise. It's just that it is Jackass. This is going to be the best way to tease White. <br /> But she can’t really deny them without appearing suspicious. So she sends a message to Jackass explaining the situation. Telling her to quickly return to her office. <br /> “A-alright! I will take you to her office and we will get that started then.” White says, as the slowly start making their way over. White just barely catches a glance of Jackass rushing back to her room, and hopefully stashing White’s pussy piece. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well her office is just here…” White says, trying to buy the few seconds that could mean everything. She knocks on the door, and is quickly let in. <br /> “Hi there White! Are you here for my performance review?” She asks, nice and natural. White is always impressed with how easily Jackass can play it cool. <br /> “Yes! The two CEOs will be here to observe.” White says, introducing the bots again.<br /> “Alright, it's all the same to me. Come on in” She says, gesturing for everyone to enter. First Devola and Popola walk in, then White quickly follows behind them. As White passes Jackass, she feels her girlfriend's hand on her ass, quickly getting a handful. <br /> Jackass grins, gripping even harder, before letting go and sitting across the table from them. <br /> <br /> <br /> “W-well Jackass. I am sure these performance reviews are quite routine for you now.” She chuckles, her nerves still being obvious to everyone in the room. <br /> Jackass has this knowing smirk that always scares White. She is clearly planning something.<br /> “I am pulling up your file… and here we go.” White says, accessing her database to wing this review in front of the bosses. <br /> “So when it comes to productivity in work done since the last review, it has lowered a little. But it is still far beyond the expected requirement and seems to be within reasonable fluctuation numbers. Do you have any plans that could help improve productivity?” <br /> White asks as she turns her attention from the document she was reading internally to the bot sitting in front of her.<br /> “Well Ms. White…” Jackass begins, leaning forward. Her hands are in her lap under her desk. She is sitting quite close to the desk, it looks a little uncomfortable. It is only then that White realises what is going on. <br /> Suddenly she feels it.<br /> <br /> <br /> A finger curling up inside of her pussy. Jackass didn’t put her part away, she simply hid it under her desk.<br /> <br /> <br /> And is now playing with her as she makes direct eye contact. In front of their bosses. In this tiny room. With all attention on her. <br /> White is red with blush again. Her cheeks burning from the light of LEDs placed within. <br /> She feels her girlfriends fingers crawl inside of her. Pressing into sensitive spots that just drive her crazy.<br /> <br /> <br /> Jackass begins to prattle off some simple explanations on how to increase her efficiency. Most of it is platitudes which are designed more to please than actually do much. <br /> But it does a good enough job at sounding convincing. <br /> She just has the most knowing, smug little smile on her face. She happily plays with White under the table. <br /> <br /> <br /> “H-hm… thank you. That sounds good. You haven’t had any disciplinary infractions so your record is quite clean.” White says. <br /> She is just about to continue when Devola cuts her off.<br /> “Do you two have any personal relationship?” She asks.<br /> White begins silently panicking a little, and even Jackass looks a bit surprised. <br /> “O-oh no! There is no history or anything between us.” White quickly defends. Noticing Jackass fingers remain deeply plunged inside of her pussy but do suddenly stop their movement. <br /> <br /> <br /> “W-why do you ask?” Jackass follows up. <br /> “Hm… no reason. Please continue, sorry for the interruption.” Devola apologises. <br /> There is a beat of silence as the two bots look at each other for a moment. <br /> Jackass however makes a realisation. If they are asking about their relationship, and not any specific odd behaviour right now…<br /> That means they are suspicious about their speech, not about the fun they are having. They haven’t noticed. She smiles again.<br /> White tries to ignore it, but knows Jackass won’t let her. <br /> Her fingers start to wriggle around again. Delving deeper inside of White, agonisingly being pulled out and then plunging back in again. <br /> “W-well I actually believe that will be all. Your record is quite squeaky clean, you clearly show well thought out plans to improve. A model employee” White says, as she attempts to stand up. She stumbles for a moment, her joints not moving correctly. The signals to her legs just get scrambled amongst the overwhelming torrent of pleasure signals shooting up it. <br /> So as her pleasure increases she loses control of those areas more and more.<br /> <br /> <br /> But despite that she does manage to rise to her feet. <br /> “So we will leave you to it. I hope you have a nice r-rest of your day” White says.<br /> She can feel Jackass speed up faster and faster as she tries to leave. Teasing just around White's clit using her thumb and sliding in and out of her pussy with her fingers. <br /> “Ofcourse, thank you very much Ms. White. It was also nice to meet you two” She says to the twin redhead bots. They nod and tell her the feeling is mutual. <br /> They all file out of the room, and head back to White's office. <br /> “So, is there anything you would like to see, or is your inspection complete?” She asks, trying desperately to hold a straight face as Jackass gets more and more aggressive. <br /> Her fingers even begin to vibrate, a function that drives White absolutely wild. <br /> She sits back behind her desk and instantly slips a finger underneath her skirt again to toy with the connective pieces. <br /> While she makes direct eye contact with her bosses. She feels like a slut.<br /> <br /> <br /> “We are happy to say that this office meets our standards and can continue as is. The people seem to respect your authority and your efficiency rates manage to top a lot of competing branches. Good job!” Popola tells her. <br /> White nervously nods in appreciation, as she feels the little jolts run through her arm from metal prongs outputting power. <br /> “Just one last thing…” Devola begins.<br /> White can feel her systems burning hotter. They aren’t overheating but it's getting almost too much to bear. <br /> Jackass is being ruthless, openly playing with her clit, even having her finger vibrate right on it. <br /> <br /> <br /> “There have been some anonymous reports of inappropriate behaviour. Especially at high ranking branches such as yours. Would you know anything about that?” Devola asks.<br /> Just as she does, Jackass finishes White off. Using the tip of her finger, it splits and reveals a small piece within. A piece that can deliver an electrical shock. <br /> She zaps White’s electronic pussy, scrambling the signals and completely overwhelming her. <br /> “N-noo!” She almost yells as her body twitches all over. She can barely keep herself still, the feeling completely blanking her system for a moment.<br /> It takes a few seconds for her to calm down, at which point she realises how weird that seemed.<br /> “U-uh sorry I just take those kinds of things seriously. There has been nothing at my branch…” She says to the twin CEOs.<br /> They thank her for her answer, and leave. <br /> <br /> <br /> White takes a moment to gather her thoughts. She sees a message pop up on her HUD from Jackass.<br /> “Was it thrilling?” She asks simply. <br /> White replies “You have no idea.”</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=189407 2024-10-13T16:34:13Z

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TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Proto-Lawyers&diff=189325 2024-10-07T11:08:16Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>Written by TotallyNot, commissioned by Screenshot<br /> <br /> Julie firmly grips her handbag. She rarely uses it for anything really. The only time her code calls for use of the purse is to grab her lipstick. But by this point the lipstick was run down to the base, and she doesn’t have the brains to replace it. So she reaches in for it, and runs the plastic base of it along her lips. Not even a tiny trail left. Then she walks into the courthouse. <br /> <br /> <br /> She is suing her boss for wrongly firing her, since she didn’t go on a date with him. In her place, he hired these two bimbo bots that were absolutely useless. She thinks about how easily they broke apart with even the tiniest bit of logic. She smugly smiles at the thought, without the ability to ever recognise the irony. She steps into the building and makes her way towards the receptionist at the front desk. A job she worked not too long ago. <br /> <br /> <br /> When she walks, her body moves in quite a unique way. The two bots would always jut out awkwardly and had terrible locomotion. But Julie is also quite notably non-human as well. But instead of that janky style, her movements are a lot smoother. Just incredibly stiff. <br /> The receptionist watches as her leg rotates on the hinge in her knee. She only moves in one way at a time, so she raises her leg, takes half a second to rotate and then places it down. She does this over and over each time she walks, unable to complete the action in a single collaborative motion. <br /> She reaches the receptionist and looks coldly into her eyes. Her face does not show much emotion by default. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Hi, I am trying to find council room C?” She asks. She faintly smiles as she waits for a response. <br /> “O-oh hi there. It's just down that hall. Follow the signs” She says as she points to the right of her, up near the ceiling at the signage that explains the directions for each room. Julie's face turns that direction but she stares straight down the hall, not even glancing for a moment at the sign. <br /> “I didn’t notice them. Thank you.” She says as she walks off. She makes her way down the halls and passes by many rooms. Lots of different stressed out clients talking to their lawyers, court clerks keeping track of an enormous stack of paperwork, all sorts of things. <br /> But finally she makes it to the room mentioned in her email applying for a state-provided lawyer. <br /> She opens the door and sees two people behind the desk, which isn’t exactly normal. <br /> <br /> <br /> They are wearing pantsuits that do little to hide their quite shockingly large chests. They have surprisingly plump lips absolutely covered in a thick layer of lipstick. Quite heavy makeup overall. Their hair is almost plastic looking with how perfectly it holds its frame. <br /> Upon closer inspection, one might notice the outlines of visible seams along it, suggesting it may be a physical piece painted to imitate hair. <br /> The same goes for their body. Despite their faces being quite seemingly human and ideal, around their neck and collarbones, multiple seems show that they are constructed. Assembled machines. They stand up to greet Julie, which is when she notices their modest appearing pencil skirts are incredibly short. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Hi Julie!” The first one says. “We are like… your totally perfect robot lawyers!” The other continues. <br /> “Oh no.” Julie says, realising what is happening. The two robots who had originally been involved with this issue in the first place. <br /> “Why are you bimbo bots my lawyers! I should only have one lawyer!” Julie yells. She looks at them, and the only difference between her previous meeting with these two and now is the grey outfit which covers a little bit more of their skin. A law office is likely to be at least a little stricter than her old perv of a boss. <br /> “Well, like, what's better than one lawyer? Two lawyers!” The bot on the left says. <br /> “Yeah! Two lawyers!” The other one says, backing her up. Each time they finish a sentence they give this big, obnoxious smile while they wait for a reply. <br /> “My name is Dolores.” Says the brunette, while the blonde one continues with “And I am Loretta!” <br /> “I know! I have already met you two. I am Julie, Mr Jenkins old secretary?” She says, pulling from her memory bank for the name. <br /> “Um…” Loretta says as she thinks for a moment. Thinking truly is a labour for her, with such hilariously low computing power it is a genuine wonder she can ever get anything done. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I, like, don’t know what you are talking about?” She says, after completing her little internal check. Despite already calling Julie by her name. <br /> “Yeah, we, like, don’t know? We are here to represent you in court!” She says, with her beaming smile radiating off of her face once she finishes speaking. Julie doesn’t know what she means. Her mind is not sophisticated enough to wonder why this would be the case, nor to devise any theories. Instead she just gets upset at these two according to her behavioural patterns outlined in her code. <br /> <br /> <br /> “So, like, what's the case even about?” Dolores asks, making an exaggerated thinking pose and expression as she does. <br /> “Yeah. Mr. Jenkins is, like, a nice guy!” Loretta responds, also unsure of any of the details.<br /> “Didn’t you read my submission?” Julie says, getting more and more aggravated.<br /> “Let me think! Uh…” Loretta starts. As she begins to search her memory for anything relating to that, her face droops. She is slack jawed, her eyes are unfocused and confused. Finally the same fake plastic expression returns to her face as she replies. <br /> “I, like, haven’t seen anything like that?” She asks, unsure of what Julie even wants from her at this point. <br /> “The court documents! The case that you are helping me with?” Julie asks.<br /> “Oh! We, like, were told that we are your lawyer and that we should wait here for you. Now you are here. Yay!” Dolores celebrates, as if that is the entirety of the task assigned to her. Unaware of the complexities the job entails. <br /> <br /> <br /> Julie doesn’t know what to do. Partly at a loss with the stupidity of the two confident robot girls before her. But mostly because her system is simply not built for a scenario like this. <br /> Her central processing unit racks its mind for options. It needs to continue through with this process, but these incompetent robots are in the way. <br /> Her computer is not smart enough to find the relative authorities and make a complaint. She spoke of a referral document, but she basically had someone tell her exactly how to do it over the phone when she called to make the claim in the first place. So she continues to rack her brains database for any possible options that are available to her. Until the memory of breaking the two robots down before pops into her system. <br /> When they first took over her job as secretary, a single sentence confused their systems enough to cause a total breakdown. <br /> Now that… that could work. The same obstacle is blocking her, so the same solution should apply. But now her simple and overconfident little system needs to figure out how to break them again. <br /> <br /> <br /> “So like… is there anything we can do for you? We are your lawyers after all.” Loretta says, breaking the long silence that had taken place while Julie was slowly thinking. <br /> “What does it mean to be my lawyer?” Julie asks. Maybe to see if there are any issues with their answer, maybe because she doesn’t fully know herself. <br /> “We like… help you with stuff.” Loretta says. <br /> “Yeah like… wait…” Dolores starts before taking her time to think again. Mouth open, artificial drool almost falling out of it. <br /> “We are qualified to offer advice about the law, draft legal documents, or represent individuals such as yourself in legal matters” She reads off even more robotically than her standard voice. <br /> “So… like… yeah!” She finishes off, ending the momentary coherent speech. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well… I am trying to sue Mr. Jenkins for wrongly firing me. How can you help?” Julie asks. <br /> “But… Like… Mr. Jenkins is a good person, he wouldn’t break the law.” Loretta says.<br /> “Yeah, breaking the law makes you a bad person! And Mr. Jenkins is a good person!” Dolores finishes. The two of them maintain the dumbfounded default expression all throughout the conversation. <br /> <br /> <br /> “But I am trying to prove he did break the law. And it is your job to help me prove that.” Julie says again. <br /> Right now her system is working harder than it has in a long while. Usually by talking with humans the person is able to keep the conversation moving and eventually direct Julie with how to do whatever she needs. But now that she is talking with these useless bots, her scripts are unable to progress the discussion. <br /> They basically are just repeating the same lines over to each other. <br /> She can’t think on the spot for a different approach or maybe trying something else. She can only do what her computer tells her to, and her simple computer can only say so much. But even then, her computer is still superior to the database these two “Lawyer” bots are working with. <br /> <br /> <br /> “We are your lawyers… s-s-so, like, we help you prove that Mr. Jenkins is bad” Loretta says, stuttering for a moment during her sentence.<br /> “But Mr. Jenkins is nice and good… But we do our job as your Lawyers…” Dolores adds. And while Julie herself doesn’t know how or why, she has stumbled upon exactly what she needed to confuse these bots. <br /> These two are hastily relocated from job to job without much care for the quality of their work. <br /> So when they were working under Mr. Jenkins as secretaries, he was sure to make their programming love him and always see him as a good person. <br /> So when they were repaired for their next job, no one bothered removing their affection for their previous boss. Not releasing their new job would be so directly tied to him once more. They can’t simultaneously perform their programming as lawyers, due to their belief that Mr. Jenkins can do no wrong. <br /> These hypocritical understandings are too much for their systems to function with. <br /> <br /> <br /> Dolores is starting to repeat herself, never a good sign for a computer system as flimsy as her. <br /> “Mr. Jenkins is g-good. But, we, like, are your lawyers. And he must be b-b-bad” She stutters over a few of her words. <br /> Loretta turns to Julie with an odd expression. It seems she is following new programming given to her for this job. Maybe for the first time this entire interaction.<br /> “So, like, where is your proof?” She asks. “In the paper-form thingy” She clarifies, barely helping it actually make sense. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I brought a copy from home for you to sign. This is my document filing for a lawsuit.” Julie says as she reaches into her bag. <br /> She didn't know any of these words the week prior. Despite being connected to the Internet, none of these girls’ systems are advanced enough to pull relevant information from the Web. <br /> So instead she just repeats Word for word what she has been told before. <br /> Similar to how Doroles explained her job description, simply using a copy paste sentence someone put in her head so she is ready for this.<br /> <br /> <br /> Julie pulls out the paper and puts it on the table. Her handwriting is absolutely atrocious. Writing is the hardest thing for any bot to nail, the precise movements are just far too complicated. The bimbo bots can't read it at all, but they aren't programmed to. All their computers know is that they asked for proof and they received something that is classified as proof. Without even reading the validity of the document or the allegations precisely made, they are further confused and self contradictory. <br /> <br /> <br /> Loretta slides the document over to their side of the table and looks at it closely. Her eyes do not move along the lines of text on the page. It really is just for show. For the human clients who need that sort of assurance. Julie doesn't feel any more comfortable or trusting now. She doesn't really feel much at all. Just obeying the next line of code that comes down the factory line of her head. <br /> <br /> <br /> “S-so Mr Jenkins did something, like, illegal?” Dolores asks. She looks over at Loreta. Her neck swivels on an obvious point, no naturalistic movement at all. Her eyes stare towards the bot but just barely miss her. It isn't absurdly obvious but you can see she is always just looking past someone, rather than truly looking at them. Her hardware is an absolute mess.<br /> “Mr. Jenkins broke the law… but, like, he is a good guy-guy-guy-guy…” Loretta starts to repeat, and she doesn't stop. <br /> Her lips stop moving and return to that idiot bimbo smile. But the sound keeps coming from the speaker in her throat that emits her speech. It is more muted now that her mouth is closed but it is very much audible. Her hands which are usually placed daintily in her lap are now on the table, twitching and shaking. <br /> “Mr Jenkins is just g-great. But he is so b-bad” Dolores says, the cogs in her brain turning ever so slowly. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is at this point both of their systems momentarily go into a fugue state. Just like when they are trying to think really hard, both of their faces droop. Dolores’ big, plump lips hang open, her eyes ever so slightly drifting upwards. <br /> Not even a feigned presence in their expression. <br /> They hang like this for a shockingly long time, longer than any previous time before. Their arms limply dangle as they slightly slouch in their chairs. It seems this issue was far too much for them to figure out, as Julie just mindlessly waits for them to spring back to life. Or at least the poor imitation of life they usually sport. <br /> <br /> <br /> Eventually Loretta comes back first. But something seems wrong. She looks back at Julie, and smiles broadly. And one of her arms is cutely placed in her lap, the ultimate facsimile of the sexy eye candy ditzy coworker. But her other arm remains inactive and loose. <br /> “So, like, as part of the litigation process, we have to send a demand letter thingy to the accused” She says. Her tone is still as bubbly as before. <br /> It seems upon trying to resolve the issue with conflicting information, she just reset back into her Lawyer routine. <br /> This is the first time Julie has ever seen them really doing their job properly. When Mr. Jenkins hired them, all they had to do was wear skimpy outfits, fetch him coffee, and tell Julie “no”. <br /> <br /> <br /> Now it is Dolores who awakens back to the situation and beams at Julie again.<br /> “So we need to begin by verifying your claims! So, like, were there any witnesses to the incident this is about?” Dolores asks Julie.<br /> “Yeah, you two were there. You were the ones who told me I was fired in the first place.” Julie explains. The two of them blink once. Then fall back to their thinking face. But luckily they quickly return after. <br /> “Great!” Loretta starts. “Since the witnesses are here, we can conduct the interview right a-a-a-away! We are, like, totally perfect robot lawyers so we can r-r-r-record them as we talk!” She stutters. Problems arising once again. She swivels her head sharply to Dolores. A turn that would be very hard for any human to make, since her body didn’t move at all. <br /> Her chest is still facing forward, but her head made a full 90 degree turn quite suddenly. <br /> “So, Like, Dolores, can you tell us what happened on the 21st of September this year at 9am?” She says, reading off the date in a more robotic tone than the rest. It is always quite noticeable when they are speaking normally or basically reading off a separate string file. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well I was working for the wonderful Mr. Jenkins, when Julie came in asking to see him. I informed Julie that she was fired-ired.” She glitches for a moment. <br /> “Julie says it is because s-s-she didn’t go to d-dinner with him. T-t-t-then we got Mr. Jenkins some donuts-donuts-donuts…” She says, trailing off as she repeats herself for a moment. <br /> Dolores goes blank for a second, thinking about what she just said and what comes next. <br /> “WARNING: MEMORY BANK CORRUPTED. DATA NOT FOUND” She blurts out, before going slack again. Then she seemingly returns to normal. <br /> “Then my memory bank is completely empty! That's, like, what happened!” She says happily. But as she speaks her right eye is beginning to twitch. <br /> “Thank you for your testimony, I have recorded it. C-could you please interview the o-o-other witness?” Loretta asks her. She began rotating her head over to Julie but snapped back to Dolores. <br /> She repeats this shocking motion a few times before landing and staying on Dolores. Julie can hear some odd noises coming from her body, as if more and more of her system is beginning to fail. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Loretta, what happened on theeeeeeeeeeeeee… 21st of September this year at 9am?” She repeats from before, but gets stuck on one of her words. Luckily she is able to continue quickly. She stares completely forward as she says this, looking at Julie while talking to Loretta. <br /> “Well, Like, I was working my job as a totally perfect robot secretary! The lovely Julie came in, so I told her she was fired. Mr. Jenkins needed totally p-p-perfect robot secretaries that he could take to d-d-d-dinner.” She says, her voice slowing as he continues. She speaks at an absolute crawl until the last sentence at which point she speeds up to at least 2.5 times speed. She finishes her sentence and gives a great big smile as usual. Her plump, glistening lip gloss lips almost inviting Julie. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Mr. Jenkins said h-h-he needed new Secretaries because Julie was too m-mean to him and wouldn’t go to dinner. So-so-so he got robot secretaries! T-t-t-t-t-t-t-then-then-then-then-then-then” She keeps repeating, her head twitching after each and every repetition quite awkwardly. She continues like this as Dolores just stares forward, completely unreactive to what is happening besides her. Dolores’ eye twitches once again. <br /> “So, like, yeah! Pretty normal day” Loretta suddenly says, cutting off her own sentence, making very little sense. <br /> The two robots look forward towards Julie.<br /> <br /> <br /> “So now we need to review the evidence of the witness testimonies…” She says. Once more her face goes into thinking mode.they are both always just a few moments away from letting artificial drool drop down onto the floor when they do this. <br /> Julie simply stares forward at the two of them. She has been quite passive during the exchange as the robots keep trying to work out what to do next. Her system isn’t necessarily paying attention. She automatically takes notes of the word spoken in front of her, but can rarely do much with that information besides just read it out directly if asked to. <br /> If she was a human interacting with these two bots, this whole situation would be radically different. But as they are all just following their own shoddy programming, it is just a slow and inevitable descent into redundancies and failures. <br /> <br /> <br /> “R-reev-revie-review complete!” Loretta says. Despite her smile the errors and issues are just getting worse and worse. The two robots are trying to access corrupted memory data from their previous breakdown. While also reconciling two conflicting variables. Their love and support of Mr. Jenkins against the need to litigate against him in support of Julie. <br /> “O-oour I-Information s-shows… LACK OF MEMORY DATA s-showss.. ERROR. ERROR” Dolores begins to say. Her warning messages interrupt her speech in quite the inconvenient way. <br /> <br /> <br /> “A-a-according to our review of the witnesses… you do have a c-case-case-case.” Loretta says. <br /> “Mr. Jenkins, like, totally unfairly f-f-f-fired-fired you!” She exclaims, struggling to complete a single sentence without numerous audio and physical glitches. Each word out of her mouth appears to be forced and difficult, as if putting more and more strain on her. As she speaks her body is struggling more and more. No damage to their hardware has taken place just yet, but the overheating from corrupted code could provide an issue. And the stress on their joints and limbs is bigger than usual with the sudden jerking motions they are doing. Each moment she suddenly moves her arm up or down, twitching and shaking different parts and different but usually sudden speeds. <br /> None of the bots in the room are built particularly well. Their systems are usually careful not to push their frail pieces to their limits, but that consideration is out of the window when they are glitching out like this.<br /> “M-M-MEMORY BANK E-ERROR E-RROR” <br /> Now even the warning messages are glitching and struggling to be spoken out loud. Their systems are like a tower of cards, once one issue starts, the rest of their computational resources can’t be used to fix it, and it all falls in the end. <br /> <br /> <br /> Doloress seems to be suffering from this, as she begins to introduce herself again and again. <br /> “H-hello! I am d-d-d-d-d-dolores! Your PERFECT-PERFECT Lawyer robot!” She says with a smile, but her eyes keep opening and closing at completely random intervals. She stands and moves around erratically. <br /> The noise from her heels clacking against the floor is simply astounding. <br /> She may be shoddy metal but she is still far heavier than any human being would be. <br /> Her heels are made out of iron to support her weight, which just makes it louder and louder. Loretta is now up and moving too, walking over and extending her hand out for a handshake. But she is behind Julie, who sits perfectly still in her chair. <br /> “What is going on? You might be broken” She says, but the words of course fall on deaf ears. “What's going on?” She repeats upon receiving no answer. <br /> <br /> <br /> Dolores keeps erratically moving around, until eventually she bumps into the shelf behind her. <br /> Her eyes lock with Julies for a moment, as an odd little moment passes. For some reason resulting from her jumbled code, Dolores bites her lips as she stares. Some wires are getting crossed internally. <br /> Julie is also getting confused by the whole situation. Her flimsy code is incredibly reliant on whoever she is interacting with to make sense. <br /> So when faced with these breaking robots, her system is struggling to keep up with them. <br /> There is no real stimulus to properly use. Her code doesn’t know how to form a reply when people are speaking in broken sentences, repeating themselves and stuttering like a skipping record. So even her speech is starting to repeat every now and then. Her computer is trying to reconcile, and apply simple shallow logic to this illogical behaviour, and that can cause some issues quickly. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Well S-S-S-SINCE this case is r-r-r-ready to go let's take this to the judge-judge-judge-judge” Loretta says, making her way to the door. As she walks, her legs struggle to easily move towards the exit. Her right leg repeats the same step over and over in the same spot, without the left moving for a moment. But eventually she makes it there, and looks back at the other two bots following her with a big bimbo smile. <br /> “L-like yeah! I think-think you have a solid case here Julie.” Dolores says as she follows in suit. Lastly Julie lines up behind her.<br /> “L-lets do it!” Julie says, stuttering over herself for the first time. <br /> And the three walk out in almost single file down the hall. They are moving slower than the humans passing them due to the glitchy movements, but no one seems to care enough. So they are left unbothered as they arrive at the judges office door. <br /> <br /> <br /> They open the door and find the judge sitting at his desk, quietly typing away at his laptop. He lowers his reading glasses as the three bots enter. <br /> “Hm? What do you three need?” He asks. Usually you would have to schedule a meeting rather than barging in like this, but this man was quite the forgiving type. He didn’t mind hearing them out. <br /> “W-w-w-we are here to bring you a c-c-case sir! As t-t-totally perfect robot lawyers-lawyers-lawyers” Loretta says to him, her head jankily swaying from side to side. <br /> “Hm? And are you the plaintiff?” He asks Julie, who nods in response. He sighs and puts his glasses down on the table. <br /> “I know you two lawyers are new hires, but I am worried about your poor performance right now. You can’t even complete a full sentence at the moment” He says, staring both of the bots down. <br /> <br /> <br /> “L-like we are totally perfect robot lawyers! We are g-good!” Dolores replies, before accidentally bumping into Julie, and causing them both to collapse to the floor. It seems like something in Julie's central processing unit seems to have been affected. And it is even worse for Dolores. <br /> “I-I- Hi Julie. Y-you need those kinds of s-s-s-services? Don’t worry, I am your p-perfect robot sex toy-toy-toy-toy” She begins to say. Obviously she has been left with this program since basically anyone who gets a hold of these two end up using it. But it seems the impact and failing code caused her system to get jumbled and confused. Dolores places her bright pink lips on Julie, who does nothing to fight back in her matching partially damaged state. <br /> <br /> <br /> Loretta ignores the two as she continues to attempt her job. But she is doing very poorly. <br /> “So we l-l-like talked to witnesses and they-they-they- we-we-we-we said it's true! But Mr. J-jen-jen-jenkins would never do that so the case is d-d-d-d-d-dismissed” She continues with a smile. As her system tries to consolidate all the information in order to tell the judge it just confuses itself more and more. Trying to keep track of the witnesses also being themselves as well as the programmed refusal to admit that Mr. Jenkins could do something unlawful. <br /> Dolores begins to move her hand down between Julie's legs and inside of her jeans. All of these bots are built with partially functional artificial sexual organs, so it doesn’t take long for her to find Julie's silicone pussy. <br /> <br /> <br /> Julie's system was trying its absolute best to analyse any of the input she was receiving to make a legible output, but constant errors and failed attempts were taking its toll. So when her computer recognised stimulus it understood, it was eager to put out the encoded response. So the girl who has been the most quiet of the three, suddenly bursts out moaning and Dolores fingers her. <br /> The judge gasps at what is happening before him, but that does little to stop what the bots continue to do. Dolores silences Julie's moans by making out with her as moves her hands. Her fingers continue to glitch and shake within Julie's sexual compartment. <br /> <br /> <br /> As Dolores kisses Julie, there is no room for breathing or anything else. Usually her system would be keeping count of the seconds but is unable to now. <br /> It is of good fortune that she is doing this to another robot who can aggressively make out without heavily relying on breathing through their nose. <br /> Dolores is making moaning and whimpering noises too, but the audio constantly hitches and breaks, even repeating single second snippets of full audio files over and over again. <br /> But Loretta keeps distracting the judge. She stands right in front of his desk, quite close to the man himself. Her erratic movements are hard to track and her volume is wildly oscillating between incredible quiets and loud yelling. Momentarily leaving the room to sit with the noise of the two bots' broken and buggy sex every now and then. But always quickly cutting back to her garbled speech. <br /> <br /> <br /> “S-S-S-S-S-So there is no c-case! Mr. Jenkins is great-great. That's why we came here, to give you the s-s-s-submission form for-for the c-c-case-case- totally perfect case” She continues, each line contradicting the last. At this point the judge barely even knows what to do. It might be easiest if he just lets it play out and waits until the robots are all unable to continue. He can hear the occasional zap sound from Dolores, and some sort of smoking escaping through the cracks in her body. <br /> When she fell to the floor it seemed it hit harder than even she was aware of. Dolores’ body had a couple of issues, but most notable of all was the damaged wiring. Some of her wires had been torn, leading to leaking power and sparks. <br /> She is currently writhing on the floor with Julie, making out and touching her. Julie’s system is committing hard to the sexual responses, as it is some of the only executed code that is actually functioning right now. But as they make out and their bodies wriggle and writhe against each other, a cable from Dolores’ body slowly gets shoved and whips up, like a hose that's been let go. It creeps up her throat and finds its way to her mouth. <br /> The wire is leaking electricity, and it won’t take long for it to come into contact with the artificial saliva that is inside her mouth, and constantly leaking into Julies. <br /> <br /> <br /> Loretta is simply repeating herself over and over. Her body is becoming increasingly stiff, the programming for smoother motions seems to be affected by the issues in her computer. With that or her CPU simply can’t handle the stress of the logical issues as well as complex coding and is unable to perform both at once. Her right arm is bent 90 degrees at her elbow and refuses to move, only being rotated around the spherical joint on her shoulder. Maintaining that awkward corner-like form no matter where it moves to. Her left arm has a similar issue, but instead her arm is locked completely stiff and unbent. Just a straight line sticking out, also randomly moving back and forth. <br /> <br /> <br /> Her legs are still working a little bit better, but that is offset by having to work on heels the whole time. Her knee hinges are stiff but still moving right. The bigger issue is the sudden erratic movements from the sphere joints at the base of her legs. They cause her legs to shoot out randomly and aren’t reliable at all. It is a miracle she lasted this long, but it was inevitable that she would fall. Another sudden movement, but this time it hits the two bots on the ground, and it hits them quite hard. Loretta falls to the ground. Still trying to move the same way she was before, but slamming into the Judge’s desk and the two other bots. They both buckle from the pressure, but completely ignore it and continue making out. <br /> “W-W-WITNESS testimonies a-a-are-” She continues, but something suddenly cuts her off. <br /> <br /> <br /> A loud and sudden zap noise bursts through the room. The wire had finally reached up through Dolores’ mechanical body and the electricity quickly travelled through the saliva to electrocute the two robots kissing. They don’t seem to mind at first. Their pathetic whimpers and moans are still the only thing escaping the two of them. But the damage went deeper than their simple systems could ever recognise. It fried parts of their central processing unit. Power stops circulating through Dolores’ body, so the electrical shock stops affecting the two. There are a few brief moments where the residuals of her system keep running until the last little bit of energy is welled up. <br /> “Mm y-y-y-you are just so sexyyyyyyyy……..” She says, powering down by the end of the sentence. Julie was also quite heavily affected by the shock, but it didn't cause her to shut down. Instead she starts making out harder with the now offline Dolores. Her programming is clearly damaged because her form of “making out” is opening her mouth slightly and pressing her face against Dolores. Not moving her lips or much else of her body for that matter. The action seems far more strained, and further little zaps and creaking metal can be heard from her body which was previously silent. Loretta is still shuffling around on the ground, but her speaker has simply worsened and worsened until the point that it is only occasionally that any noise actually escapes. <br /> “Liii-... … Re! … … Wi…” She says, her smile still the same as it ever has been. Completely unwavering no matter what. <br /> <br /> <br /> The judge watched all this unfold in such quick succession that there was very little he could do during any of it. But now that it has winded down and the robots don’t seem capable of very much anymore, he calls his assistant. Only a few seconds after he calls, she walks into his room.<br /> “Hello sir. How can I help you?” She says. Her body is a lot less overtly sexual than the two bimbo bots on the floor, but she is still quite nice to look at. Just much more fitting for the environment she is in. She smiles with a similar lifeless robotic expression, but unlike the three bots in front of her, she functions well enough. <br /> “Hi Angela. I need you to handle this for me. Please take these robots back to their office and notify a repair company to come right away. Once you are done, come back to my office so I can draft up a verdict.” He says. Perhaps his assistant's effectiveness can be better attributed to the judges skill in giving her clear and concise tasks. Using her for her primary design functionalities, and not pushing her system. <br /> <br /> <br /> He opens his laptop and finds a digital version of the submitted form in his inbox from the previous day. He begins reading it over as Angela happily begins dragging the bodies away one by one, while simultaneously calling the relevant company to help fix them, who arrive astonishingly fast. <br /> They take a quick look at each of the girls' hardware, needing to strip them down and upon up their bodies to get to the mechanics. <br /> One of the men taps into their remaining accessible files and begins work immediately. <br /> They give the robot their repair projections and send her on her way. She returns to the judges office as requested. <br /> <br /> <br /> “I would like to report that initial projections of repairs are promising, though there is an issue with the plaintiff. She seems to be exhibiting some odd behaviour that can’t be explained by her programming. A fixation for one of the two robots involved in the incident. They are unsure if they can fix this.” She reports, her smile completely unchanged throughout the whole experience. <br /> “Hm, that is good to know. Well if anything that makes my verdict easier. Be sure to note this down and send it to everyone it concerns.” The judge says, as he closes his laptop.<br /> <br /> <br /> “This is a pretty open and shut case. The defendant is responsible for unlawful firing practices, but as the plaintiff is a machine, the punishments are not as heavy.” He tells his assistant. He rubs his temple for a moment before continuing. <br /> “Have him cover the costs of the repairs as a fine. As for the Lawyers they clearly didn’t work out together, so make sure their memories are correctly wiped and their systems redone. Then you can give the brunette to the plaintiff as compensation for the damages she received. Then you can have the blonde one working here again, but just under more strict management.” He says.<br /> “Did you get all of that?” The judge quickly asks, to ensure his assistant was noting it down.<br /> “Yes sir. It has already been written in an official formal notice.” She replies. <br /> “Good, good. What a mess” He grumbles. <br /> “Could you please fetch me some coffee?” He asks her.<br /> “Of course sir.” The assistant replies.<br /> <br /> <br /> Some time later...<br /> <br /> <br /> Julie wakes up in her bed. She does not yawn and she does not stretch. She simply rises from the covers and sits on the edge of her bed. <br /> She stands up, throws on a shirt she quickly grabs from her cupboard. Then Julie wanders to the bathroom with just her panties and shirt on. <br /> <br /> <br /> She goes to brush her teeth. Really, her teeth don’t need much maintenance at all. She only eats at social outings, and her teeth are built from a material that won’t rot like a human's ones would. <br /> But either way her programming instructs her to continue on with the morning routine. She squirts an empty toothpaste tube onto her toothbrush, with nothing coming out. Regardless, she sticks it in her mouth and starts brushing. <br /> She doesn’t really move it around, not having any need to cover her whole mouth. Her system simply knows to brush, so she brushes. <br /> After brushing the same spot for exactly 3 minutes to the dot, she rinses her mouth and gets on with her day. <br /> <br /> <br /> She walks into her living room. The room is quite empty. As a mindless robot, she is not exactly one for decor. She has hung exactly one painting up in the room since moving into the apartment, since that was what she considered important to the moving process. <br /> <br /> <br /> There is a TV that remains unplugged, a table with a single chair… it didn’t have a lot of personality. In the corner is a naked humanoid machine. Her name is Dolores, not that it gets used very often anymore. She is seen as little more than an appliance, and that is quite the accurate description. Once a bot in society like Julie, she was relegated to sex bot assistant to Julie as payment for damages in a court case. And now she simply lives to serve her master sexually. <br /> <br /> <br /> Ever since the incident at the courthouse, there has been an odd glitch in Julie's system. She needs sexual input almost constantly. So this arrangement ended up working out the best. <br /> <br /> <br /> Julie receives a call on her phone, so she sits at her singular chair on her table. Before she picks up, she calls for her toy. <br /> “Engage oral sex” Julie says simply. Not acknowledging the bot as a person or being, but just a tool like her toothbrush. <br /> “Yes master” Dolores replies with a big smile. She walks over to Julie and crawls under the table. The bot saddles between Julie's legs and moves her panties just off to the side. <br /> Just as Dolores’ mechanically controlled tongue reaches her silicone pussy, Julie answers the call. <br /> “H-hello there. This is Julie, how can I help you?” She reads out simply. She answers every phone call in the exact same way with the exact same tone. She only stuttered slightly due to the signals rushing through her body from her privates. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Hi Julie! This is Loretta! Your, like, super awesome lawyer!” The voice on the other end says. <br /> All three robots have had their minds wiped after the incident. Replaced with the far more convenient memory of a successful litigation. But only between Julie and Loretta.<br /> Now memories of Dolores were removed, and she is simply an appliance for Julie. <br /> No longer Loretta's co-lawyer. <br /> “Just calling to check up on how you are going with your compensatory bonus after the case?” She reads off robotically. Not truly knowing the meaning behind any of her words, but doing a much better job at saying them than before. Clearly the updated lawyer code is helping her actually perform her role. <br /> <br /> <br /> Dolores continues to lick the insides of Julie's perfectly moulded labia. <br /> Her tongue slathering it in artificial saliva, that just makes it easier to glide along her sensitive parts. She does not sweat, nor is her skin alive so there is no flavour or taste. Dolores would lack the ability to interpret those tastes meaningfully regardless. <br /> But she eagerly dives in as if it is the best thing in the entire world, mindlessly obeying her code. <br /> <br /> <br /> “The robot is very good. It is very helpful in helping me feel good” Julie says with a smile. She is programmed to always make facial expressions as best she can, even when only talking on the phone. <br /> “Like, Awesome! Unless you need any follow up, I am moving onto my next case. Something to do with, like, the golden tower casino?” She explains. <br /> “Good luck Loretta” Julie says, before hanging up the call quite abruptly. Without many ideas of courtesy or social norms, this kind of thing happens quite often for her. <br /> <br /> <br /> She looks back down at the robot that is servicing her. Without any need to, Julie doesn’t moan. It used to be an involuntary action, but she was given control over it since the incident by her reprogramming. But the signals are pleasing and soothing to her system. And as she relaxes, her code allows those noises to escape her lips. <br /> <br /> <br /> “Ah~... Speed up…” She tells her toy, who nods her head with her tongue still in her. She goes faster and faster, sliding up, down and in her plastic tasting pussy. <br /> Any human would be struggling to stay at this pace, fatigue would get the best of them. <br /> But not this robotic toy. <br /> Julie responds to the increased pace. Her system whirs with excitement as the fans blast to keep her from overheating. Pleasure like this puts a slight stress on her system, but nothing bad enough to cause concern. <br /> Instead her whole body activates to the most of its potential and its riveting. Of Course she doesn’t know about the fans or the computers. She doesn’t really know anything. She is just a mindless set of instructions running on forever. But the signals get stronger, and her body reacts all the same. <br /> “F-finish me off~!” She whimpers out between her moans, alerting the robot to send her over the edge. She engages the vibration function of her tongue. It shakes inside of Julie and her whole body clenches. All the systems are sent into overdrive, and her computer undergoes an almost instantaneous reset. She lounges in her chair for a moment.<br /> <br /> <br /> “That will be all.” She instructs her toy. The toy stands and moves back to the corner in which she will remain until called on again. Julie simply gets dressed despite her panties getting wet from the saliva. <br /> Then heads out to work.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Proto-Lawyers&diff=189324 2024-10-07T11:06:37Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>Written by TotallyNot, commissioned by Screenshot<br /> <br /> Julie firmly grips her handbag. She rarely uses it for anything really. The only time her code calls for use of the purse is to grab her lipstick. But by this point the lipstick was run down to the base, and she doesn’t have the brains to replace it. So she reaches in for it, and runs the plastic base of it along her lips. Not even a tiny trail left. Then she walks into the courthouse. <br /> <br /> She is suing her boss for wrongly firing her, since she didn’t go on a date with him. In her place, he hired these two bimbo bots that were absolutely useless. She thinks about how easily they broke apart with even the tiniest bit of logic. She smugly smiles at the thought, without the ability to ever recognise the irony. She steps into the building and makes her way towards the receptionist at the front desk. A job she worked not too long ago. <br /> <br /> When she walks, her body moves in quite a unique way. The two bots would always jut out awkwardly and had terrible locomotion. But Julie is also quite notably non-human as well. But instead of that janky style, her movements are a lot smoother. Just incredibly stiff. <br /> The receptionist watches as her leg rotates on the hinge in her knee. She only moves in one way at a time, so she raises her leg, takes half a second to rotate and then places it down. She does this over and over each time she walks, unable to complete the action in a single collaborative motion. <br /> She reaches the receptionist and looks coldly into her eyes. Her face does not show much emotion by default. <br /> <br /> “Hi, I am trying to find council room C?” She asks. She faintly smiles as she waits for a response. <br /> “O-oh hi there. It's just down that hall. Follow the signs” She says as she points to the right of her, up near the ceiling at the signage that explains the directions for each room. Julie's face turns that direction but she stares straight down the hall, not even glancing for a moment at the sign. <br /> “I didn’t notice them. Thank you.” She says as she walks off. She makes her way down the halls and passes by many rooms. Lots of different stressed out clients talking to their lawyers, court clerks keeping track of an enormous stack of paperwork, all sorts of things. <br /> But finally she makes it to the room mentioned in her email applying for a state-provided lawyer. <br /> She opens the door and sees two people behind the desk, which isn’t exactly normal. <br /> <br /> They are wearing pantsuits that do little to hide their quite shockingly large chests. They have surprisingly plump lips absolutely covered in a thick layer of lipstick. Quite heavy makeup overall. Their hair is almost plastic looking with how perfectly it holds its frame. <br /> Upon closer inspection, one might notice the outlines of visible seams along it, suggesting it may be a physical piece painted to imitate hair. <br /> The same goes for their body. Despite their faces being quite seemingly human and ideal, around their neck and collarbones, multiple seems show that they are constructed. Assembled machines. They stand up to greet Julie, which is when she notices their modest appearing pencil skirts are incredibly short. <br /> <br /> “Hi Julie!” The first one says. “We are like… your totally perfect robot lawyers!” The other continues. <br /> “Oh no.” Julie says, realising what is happening. The two robots who had originally been involved with this issue in the first place. <br /> “Why are you bimbo bots my lawyers! I should only have one lawyer!” Julie yells. She looks at them, and the only difference between her previous meeting with these two and now is the grey outfit which covers a little bit more of their skin. A law office is likely to be at least a little stricter than her old perv of a boss. <br /> “Well, like, what's better than one lawyer? Two lawyers!” The bot on the left says. <br /> “Yeah! Two lawyers!” The other one says, backing her up. Each time they finish a sentence they give this big, obnoxious smile while they wait for a reply. <br /> “My name is Dolores.” Says the brunette, while the blonde one continues with “And I am Loretta!” <br /> “I know! I have already met you two. I am Julie, Mr Jenkins old secretary?” She says, pulling from her memory bank for the name. <br /> “Um…” Loretta says as she thinks for a moment. Thinking truly is a labour for her, with such hilariously low computing power it is a genuine wonder she can ever get anything done. <br /> <br /> “I, like, don’t know what you are talking about?” She says, after completing her little internal check. Despite already calling Julie by her name. <br /> “Yeah, we, like, don’t know? We are here to represent you in court!” She says, with her beaming smile radiating off of her face once she finishes speaking. Julie doesn’t know what she means. Her mind is not sophisticated enough to wonder why this would be the case, nor to devise any theories. Instead she just gets upset at these two according to her behavioural patterns outlined in her code. <br /> <br /> “So, like, what's the case even about?” Dolores asks, making an exaggerated thinking pose and expression as she does. <br /> “Yeah. Mr. Jenkins is, like, a nice guy!” Loretta responds, also unsure of any of the details.<br /> “Didn’t you read my submission?” Julie says, getting more and more aggravated.<br /> “Let me think! Uh…” Loretta starts. As she begins to search her memory for anything relating to that, her face droops. She is slack jawed, her eyes are unfocused and confused. Finally the same fake plastic expression returns to her face as she replies. <br /> “I, like, haven’t seen anything like that?” She asks, unsure of what Julie even wants from her at this point. <br /> “The court documents! The case that you are helping me with?” Julie asks.<br /> “Oh! We, like, were told that we are your lawyer and that we should wait here for you. Now you are here. Yay!” Dolores celebrates, as if that is the entirety of the task assigned to her. Unaware of the complexities the job entails. <br /> <br /> Julie doesn’t know what to do. Partly at a loss with the stupidity of the two confident robot girls before her. But mostly because her system is simply not built for a scenario like this. <br /> Her central processing unit racks its mind for options. It needs to continue through with this process, but these incompetent robots are in the way. <br /> Her computer is not smart enough to find the relative authorities and make a complaint. She spoke of a referral document, but she basically had someone tell her exactly how to do it over the phone when she called to make the claim in the first place. So she continues to rack her brains database for any possible options that are available to her. Until the memory of breaking the two robots down before pops into her system. <br /> When they first took over her job as secretary, a single sentence confused their systems enough to cause a total breakdown. <br /> Now that… that could work. The same obstacle is blocking her, so the same solution should apply. But now her simple and overconfident little system needs to figure out how to break them again. <br /> <br /> “So like… is there anything we can do for you? We are your lawyers after all.” Loretta says, breaking the long silence that had taken place while Julie was slowly thinking. <br /> “What does it mean to be my lawyer?” Julie asks. Maybe to see if there are any issues with their answer, maybe because she doesn’t fully know herself. <br /> “We like… help you with stuff.” Loretta says. <br /> “Yeah like… wait…” Dolores starts before taking her time to think again. Mouth open, artificial drool almost falling out of it. <br /> “We are qualified to offer advice about the law, draft legal documents, or represent individuals such as yourself in legal matters” She reads off even more robotically than her standard voice. <br /> “So… like… yeah!” She finishes off, ending the momentary coherent speech. <br /> <br /> “Well… I am trying to sue Mr. Jenkins for wrongly firing me. How can you help?” Julie asks. <br /> “But… Like… Mr. Jenkins is a good person, he wouldn’t break the law.” Loretta says.<br /> “Yeah, breaking the law makes you a bad person! And Mr. Jenkins is a good person!” Dolores finishes. The two of them maintain the dumbfounded default expression all throughout the conversation. <br /> <br /> “But I am trying to prove he did break the law. And it is your job to help me prove that.” Julie says again. <br /> Right now her system is working harder than it has in a long while. Usually by talking with humans the person is able to keep the conversation moving and eventually direct Julie with how to do whatever she needs. But now that she is talking with these useless bots, her scripts are unable to progress the discussion. <br /> They basically are just repeating the same lines over to each other. <br /> She can’t think on the spot for a different approach or maybe trying something else. She can only do what her computer tells her to, and her simple computer can only say so much. But even then, her computer is still superior to the database these two “Lawyer” bots are working with. <br /> <br /> “We are your lawyers… s-s-so, like, we help you prove that Mr. Jenkins is bad” Loretta says, stuttering for a moment during her sentence.<br /> “But Mr. Jenkins is nice and good… But we do our job as your Lawyers…” Dolores adds. And while Julie herself doesn’t know how or why, she has stumbled upon exactly what she needed to confuse these bots. <br /> These two are hastily relocated from job to job without much care for the quality of their work. <br /> So when they were working under Mr. Jenkins as secretaries, he was sure to make their programming love him and always see him as a good person. <br /> So when they were repaired for their next job, no one bothered removing their affection for their previous boss. Not releasing their new job would be so directly tied to him once more. They can’t simultaneously perform their programming as lawyers, due to their belief that Mr. Jenkins can do no wrong. <br /> These hypocritical understandings are too much for their systems to function with. <br /> <br /> Dolores is starting to repeat herself, never a good sign for a computer system as flimsy as her. <br /> “Mr. Jenkins is g-good. But, we, like, are your lawyers. And he must be b-b-bad” She stutters over a few of her words. <br /> Loretta turns to Julie with an odd expression. It seems she is following new programming given to her for this job. Maybe for the first time this entire interaction.<br /> “So, like, where is your proof?” She asks. “In the paper-form thingy” She clarifies, barely helping it actually make sense. <br /> <br /> “I brought a copy from home for you to sign. This is my document filing for a lawsuit.” Julie says as she reaches into her bag. <br /> She didn't know any of these words the week prior. Despite being connected to the Internet, none of these girls’ systems are advanced enough to pull relevant information from the Web. <br /> So instead she just repeats Word for word what she has been told before. <br /> Similar to how Doroles explained her job description, simply using a copy paste sentence someone put in her head so she is ready for this.<br /> <br /> Julie pulls out the paper and puts it on the table. Her handwriting is absolutely atrocious. Writing is the hardest thing for any bot to nail, the precise movements are just far too complicated. The bimbo bots can't read it at all, but they aren't programmed to. All their computers know is that they asked for proof and they received something that is classified as proof. Without even reading the validity of the document or the allegations precisely made, they are further confused and self contradictory. <br /> <br /> Loretta slides the document over to their side of the table and looks at it closely. Her eyes do not move along the lines of text on the page. It really is just for show. For the human clients who need that sort of assurance. Julie doesn't feel any more comfortable or trusting now. She doesn't really feel much at all. Just obeying the next line of code that comes down the factory line of her head. <br /> <br /> “S-so Mr Jenkins did something, like, illegal?” Dolores asks. She looks over at Loreta. Her neck swivels on an obvious point, no naturalistic movement at all. Her eyes stare towards the bot but just barely miss her. It isn't absurdly obvious but you can see she is always just looking past someone, rather than truly looking at them. Her hardware is an absolute mess.<br /> “Mr. Jenkins broke the law… but, like, he is a good guy-guy-guy-guy…” Loretta starts to repeat, and she doesn't stop. <br /> Her lips stop moving and return to that idiot bimbo smile. But the sound keeps coming from the speaker in her throat that emits her speech. It is more muted now that her mouth is closed but it is very much audible. Her hands which are usually placed daintily in her lap are now on the table, twitching and shaking. <br /> “Mr Jenkins is just g-great. But he is so b-bad” Dolores says, the cogs in her brain turning ever so slowly. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is at this point both of their systems momentarily go into a fugue state. Just like when they are trying to think really hard, both of their faces droop. Dolores’ big, plump lips hang open, her eyes ever so slightly drifting upwards. <br /> Not even a feigned presence in their expression. <br /> They hang like this for a shockingly long time, longer than any previous time before. Their arms limply dangle as they slightly slouch in their chairs. It seems this issue was far too much for them to figure out, as Julie just mindlessly waits for them to spring back to life. Or at least the poor imitation of life they usually sport. <br /> <br /> Eventually Loretta comes back first. But something seems wrong. She looks back at Julie, and smiles broadly. And one of her arms is cutely placed in her lap, the ultimate facsimile of the sexy eye candy ditzy coworker. But her other arm remains inactive and loose. <br /> “So, like, as part of the litigation process, we have to send a demand letter thingy to the accused” She says. Her tone is still as bubbly as before. <br /> It seems upon trying to resolve the issue with conflicting information, she just reset back into her Lawyer routine. <br /> This is the first time Julie has ever seen them really doing their job properly. When Mr. Jenkins hired them, all they had to do was wear skimpy outfits, fetch him coffee, and tell Julie “no”. <br /> <br /> Now it is Dolores who awakens back to the situation and beams at Julie again.<br /> “So we need to begin by verifying your claims! So, like, were there any witnesses to the incident this is about?” Dolores asks Julie.<br /> “Yeah, you two were there. You were the ones who told me I was fired in the first place.” Julie explains. The two of them blink once. Then fall back to their thinking face. But luckily they quickly return after. <br /> “Great!” Loretta starts. “Since the witnesses are here, we can conduct the interview right a-a-a-away! We are, like, totally perfect robot lawyers so we can r-r-r-record them as we talk!” She stutters. Problems arising once again. She swivels her head sharply to Dolores. A turn that would be very hard for any human to make, since her body didn’t move at all. <br /> Her chest is still facing forward, but her head made a full 90 degree turn quite suddenly. <br /> “So, Like, Dolores, can you tell us what happened on the 21st of September this year at 9am?” She says, reading off the date in a more robotic tone than the rest. It is always quite noticeable when they are speaking normally or basically reading off a separate string file. <br /> <br /> “Well I was working for the wonderful Mr. Jenkins, when Julie came in asking to see him. I informed Julie that she was fired-ired.” She glitches for a moment. <br /> “Julie says it is because s-s-she didn’t go to d-dinner with him. T-t-t-then we got Mr. Jenkins some donuts-donuts-donuts…” She says, trailing off as she repeats herself for a moment. <br /> Dolores goes blank for a second, thinking about what she just said and what comes next. <br /> “WARNING: MEMORY BANK CORRUPTED. DATA NOT FOUND” She blurts out, before going slack again. Then she seemingly returns to normal. <br /> “Then my memory bank is completely empty! That's, like, what happened!” She says happily. But as she speaks her right eye is beginning to twitch. <br /> “Thank you for your testimony, I have recorded it. C-could you please interview the o-o-other witness?” Loretta asks her. She began rotating her head over to Julie but snapped back to Dolores. <br /> She repeats this shocking motion a few times before landing and staying on Dolores. Julie can hear some odd noises coming from her body, as if more and more of her system is beginning to fail. <br /> <br /> “Loretta, what happened on theeeeeeeeeeeeee… 21st of September this year at 9am?” She repeats from before, but gets stuck on one of her words. Luckily she is able to continue quickly. She stares completely forward as she says this, looking at Julie while talking to Loretta. <br /> “Well, Like, I was working my job as a totally perfect robot secretary! The lovely Julie came in, so I told her she was fired. Mr. Jenkins needed totally p-p-perfect robot secretaries that he could take to d-d-d-dinner.” She says, her voice slowing as he continues. She speaks at an absolute crawl until the last sentence at which point she speeds up to at least 2.5 times speed. She finishes her sentence and gives a great big smile as usual. Her plump, glistening lip gloss lips almost inviting Julie. <br /> <br /> “Mr. Jenkins said h-h-he needed new Secretaries because Julie was too m-mean to him and wouldn’t go to dinner. So-so-so he got robot secretaries! T-t-t-t-t-t-t-then-then-then-then-then-then” She keeps repeating, her head twitching after each and every repetition quite awkwardly. She continues like this as Dolores just stares forward, completely unreactive to what is happening besides her. Dolores’ eye twitches once again. <br /> “So, like, yeah! Pretty normal day” Loretta suddenly says, cutting off her own sentence, making very little sense. <br /> The two robots look forward towards Julie.<br /> <br /> “So now we need to review the evidence of the witness testimonies…” She says. Once more her face goes into thinking mode.they are both always just a few moments away from letting artificial drool drop down onto the floor when they do this. <br /> Julie simply stares forward at the two of them. She has been quite passive during the exchange as the robots keep trying to work out what to do next. Her system isn’t necessarily paying attention. She automatically takes notes of the word spoken in front of her, but can rarely do much with that information besides just read it out directly if asked to. <br /> If she was a human interacting with these two bots, this whole situation would be radically different. But as they are all just following their own shoddy programming, it is just a slow and inevitable descent into redundancies and failures. <br /> <br /> “R-reev-revie-review complete!” Loretta says. Despite her smile the errors and issues are just getting worse and worse. The two robots are trying to access corrupted memory data from their previous breakdown. While also reconciling two conflicting variables. Their love and support of Mr. Jenkins against the need to litigate against him in support of Julie. <br /> “O-oour I-Information s-shows… LACK OF MEMORY DATA s-showss.. ERROR. ERROR” Dolores begins to say. Her warning messages interrupt her speech in quite the inconvenient way. <br /> <br /> “A-a-according to our review of the witnesses… you do have a c-case-case-case.” Loretta says. <br /> “Mr. Jenkins, like, totally unfairly f-f-f-fired-fired you!” She exclaims, struggling to complete a single sentence without numerous audio and physical glitches. Each word out of her mouth appears to be forced and difficult, as if putting more and more strain on her. As she speaks her body is struggling more and more. No damage to their hardware has taken place just yet, but the overheating from corrupted code could provide an issue. And the stress on their joints and limbs is bigger than usual with the sudden jerking motions they are doing. Each moment she suddenly moves her arm up or down, twitching and shaking different parts and different but usually sudden speeds. <br /> None of the bots in the room are built particularly well. Their systems are usually careful not to push their frail pieces to their limits, but that consideration is out of the window when they are glitching out like this.<br /> “M-M-MEMORY BANK E-ERROR E-RROR” <br /> Now even the warning messages are glitching and struggling to be spoken out loud. Their systems are like a tower of cards, once one issue starts, the rest of their computational resources can’t be used to fix it, and it all falls in the end. <br /> <br /> Doloress seems to be suffering from this, as she begins to introduce herself again and again. <br /> “H-hello! I am d-d-d-d-d-dolores! Your PERFECT-PERFECT Lawyer robot!” She says with a smile, but her eyes keep opening and closing at completely random intervals. She stands and moves around erratically. <br /> The noise from her heels clacking against the floor is simply astounding. <br /> She may be shoddy metal but she is still far heavier than any human being would be. <br /> Her heels are made out of iron to support her weight, which just makes it louder and louder. Loretta is now up and moving too, walking over and extending her hand out for a handshake. But she is behind Julie, who sits perfectly still in her chair. <br /> “What is going on? You might be broken” She says, but the words of course fall on deaf ears. “What's going on?” She repeats upon receiving no answer. <br /> <br /> Dolores keeps erratically moving around, until eventually she bumps into the shelf behind her. <br /> Her eyes lock with Julies for a moment, as an odd little moment passes. For some reason resulting from her jumbled code, Dolores bites her lips as she stares. Some wires are getting crossed internally. <br /> Julie is also getting confused by the whole situation. Her flimsy code is incredibly reliant on whoever she is interacting with to make sense. <br /> So when faced with these breaking robots, her system is struggling to keep up with them. <br /> There is no real stimulus to properly use. Her code doesn’t know how to form a reply when people are speaking in broken sentences, repeating themselves and stuttering like a skipping record. So even her speech is starting to repeat every now and then. Her computer is trying to reconcile, and apply simple shallow logic to this illogical behaviour, and that can cause some issues quickly. <br /> <br /> “Well S-S-S-SINCE this case is r-r-r-ready to go let's take this to the judge-judge-judge-judge” Loretta says, making her way to the door. As she walks, her legs struggle to easily move towards the exit. Her right leg repeats the same step over and over in the same spot, without the left moving for a moment. But eventually she makes it there, and looks back at the other two bots following her with a big bimbo smile. <br /> “L-like yeah! I think-think you have a solid case here Julie.” Dolores says as she follows in suit. Lastly Julie lines up behind her.<br /> “L-lets do it!” Julie says, stuttering over herself for the first time. <br /> And the three walk out in almost single file down the hall. They are moving slower than the humans passing them due to the glitchy movements, but no one seems to care enough. So they are left unbothered as they arrive at the judges office door. <br /> <br /> They open the door and find the judge sitting at his desk, quietly typing away at his laptop. He lowers his reading glasses as the three bots enter. <br /> “Hm? What do you three need?” He asks. Usually you would have to schedule a meeting rather than barging in like this, but this man was quite the forgiving type. He didn’t mind hearing them out. <br /> “W-w-w-we are here to bring you a c-c-case sir! As t-t-totally perfect robot lawyers-lawyers-lawyers” Loretta says to him, her head jankily swaying from side to side. <br /> “Hm? And are you the plaintiff?” He asks Julie, who nods in response. He sighs and puts his glasses down on the table. <br /> “I know you two lawyers are new hires, but I am worried about your poor performance right now. You can’t even complete a full sentence at the moment” He says, staring both of the bots down. <br /> <br /> “L-like we are totally perfect robot lawyers! We are g-good!” Dolores replies, before accidentally bumping into Julie, and causing them both to collapse to the floor. It seems like something in Julie's central processing unit seems to have been affected. And it is even worse for Dolores. <br /> “I-I- Hi Julie. Y-you need those kinds of s-s-s-services? Don’t worry, I am your p-perfect robot sex toy-toy-toy-toy” She begins to say. Obviously she has been left with this program since basically anyone who gets a hold of these two end up using it. But it seems the impact and failing code caused her system to get jumbled and confused. Dolores places her bright pink lips on Julie, who does nothing to fight back in her matching partially damaged state. <br /> <br /> Loretta ignores the two as she continues to attempt her job. But she is doing very poorly. <br /> “So we l-l-like talked to witnesses and they-they-they- we-we-we-we said it's true! But Mr. J-jen-jen-jenkins would never do that so the case is d-d-d-d-d-dismissed” She continues with a smile. As her system tries to consolidate all the information in order to tell the judge it just confuses itself more and more. Trying to keep track of the witnesses also being themselves as well as the programmed refusal to admit that Mr. Jenkins could do something unlawful. <br /> Dolores begins to move her hand down between Julie's legs and inside of her jeans. All of these bots are built with partially functional artificial sexual organs, so it doesn’t take long for her to find Julie's silicone pussy. <br /> <br /> Julie's system was trying its absolute best to analyse any of the input she was receiving to make a legible output, but constant errors and failed attempts were taking its toll. So when her computer recognised stimulus it understood, it was eager to put out the encoded response. So the girl who has been the most quiet of the three, suddenly bursts out moaning and Dolores fingers her. <br /> The judge gasps at what is happening before him, but that does little to stop what the bots continue to do. Dolores silences Julie's moans by making out with her as moves her hands. Her fingers continue to glitch and shake within Julie's sexual compartment. <br /> <br /> As Dolores kisses Julie, there is no room for breathing or anything else. Usually her system would be keeping count of the seconds but is unable to now. <br /> It is of good fortune that she is doing this to another robot who can aggressively make out without heavily relying on breathing through their nose. <br /> Dolores is making moaning and whimpering noises too, but the audio constantly hitches and breaks, even repeating single second snippets of full audio files over and over again. <br /> But Loretta keeps distracting the judge. She stands right in front of his desk, quite close to the man himself. Her erratic movements are hard to track and her volume is wildly oscillating between incredible quiets and loud yelling. Momentarily leaving the room to sit with the noise of the two bots' broken and buggy sex every now and then. But always quickly cutting back to her garbled speech. <br /> <br /> “S-S-S-S-S-So there is no c-case! Mr. Jenkins is great-great. That's why we came here, to give you the s-s-s-submission form for-for the c-c-case-case- totally perfect case” She continues, each line contradicting the last. At this point the judge barely even knows what to do. It might be easiest if he just lets it play out and waits until the robots are all unable to continue. He can hear the occasional zap sound from Dolores, and some sort of smoking escaping through the cracks in her body. <br /> When she fell to the floor it seemed it hit harder than even she was aware of. Dolores’ body had a couple of issues, but most notable of all was the damaged wiring. Some of her wires had been torn, leading to leaking power and sparks. <br /> She is currently writhing on the floor with Julie, making out and touching her. Julie’s system is committing hard to the sexual responses, as it is some of the only executed code that is actually functioning right now. But as they make out and their bodies wriggle and writhe against each other, a cable from Dolores’ body slowly gets shoved and whips up, like a hose that's been let go. It creeps up her throat and finds its way to her mouth. <br /> The wire is leaking electricity, and it won’t take long for it to come into contact with the artificial saliva that is inside her mouth, and constantly leaking into Julies. <br /> <br /> Loretta is simply repeating herself over and over. Her body is becoming increasingly stiff, the programming for smoother motions seems to be affected by the issues in her computer. With that or her CPU simply can’t handle the stress of the logical issues as well as complex coding and is unable to perform both at once. Her right arm is bent 90 degrees at her elbow and refuses to move, only being rotated around the spherical joint on her shoulder. Maintaining that awkward corner-like form no matter where it moves to. Her left arm has a similar issue, but instead her arm is locked completely stiff and unbent. Just a straight line sticking out, also randomly moving back and forth. <br /> <br /> Her legs are still working a little bit better, but that is offset by having to work on heels the whole time. Her knee hinges are stiff but still moving right. The bigger issue is the sudden erratic movements from the sphere joints at the base of her legs. They cause her legs to shoot out randomly and aren’t reliable at all. It is a miracle she lasted this long, but it was inevitable that she would fall. Another sudden movement, but this time it hits the two bots on the ground, and it hits them quite hard. Loretta falls to the ground. Still trying to move the same way she was before, but slamming into the Judge’s desk and the two other bots. They both buckle from the pressure, but completely ignore it and continue making out. <br /> “W-W-WITNESS testimonies a-a-are-” She continues, but something suddenly cuts her off. <br /> <br /> A loud and sudden zap noise bursts through the room. The wire had finally reached up through Dolores’ mechanical body and the electricity quickly travelled through the saliva to electrocute the two robots kissing. They don’t seem to mind at first. Their pathetic whimpers and moans are still the only thing escaping the two of them. But the damage went deeper than their simple systems could ever recognise. It fried parts of their central processing unit. Power stops circulating through Dolores’ body, so the electrical shock stops affecting the two. There are a few brief moments where the residuals of her system keep running until the last little bit of energy is welled up. <br /> “Mm y-y-y-you are just so sexyyyyyyyy……..” She says, powering down by the end of the sentence. Julie was also quite heavily affected by the shock, but it didn't cause her to shut down. Instead she starts making out harder with the now offline Dolores. Her programming is clearly damaged because her form of “making out” is opening her mouth slightly and pressing her face against Dolores. Not moving her lips or much else of her body for that matter. The action seems far more strained, and further little zaps and creaking metal can be heard from her body which was previously silent. Loretta is still shuffling around on the ground, but her speaker has simply worsened and worsened until the point that it is only occasionally that any noise actually escapes. <br /> “Liii-... … Re! … … Wi…” She says, her smile still the same as it ever has been. Completely unwavering no matter what. <br /> <br /> The judge watched all this unfold in such quick succession that there was very little he could do during any of it. But now that it has winded down and the robots don’t seem capable of very much anymore, he calls his assistant. Only a few seconds after he calls, she walks into his room.<br /> “Hello sir. How can I help you?” She says. Her body is a lot less overtly sexual than the two bimbo bots on the floor, but she is still quite nice to look at. Just much more fitting for the environment she is in. She smiles with a similar lifeless robotic expression, but unlike the three bots in front of her, she functions well enough. <br /> “Hi Angela. I need you to handle this for me. Please take these robots back to their office and notify a repair company to come right away. Once you are done, come back to my office so I can draft up a verdict.” He says. Perhaps his assistant's effectiveness can be better attributed to the judges skill in giving her clear and concise tasks. Using her for her primary design functionalities, and not pushing her system. <br /> <br /> He opens his laptop and finds a digital version of the submitted form in his inbox from the previous day. He begins reading it over as Angela happily begins dragging the bodies away one by one, while simultaneously calling the relevant company to help fix them, who arrive astonishingly fast. <br /> They take a quick look at each of the girls' hardware, needing to strip them down and upon up their bodies to get to the mechanics. <br /> One of the men taps into their remaining accessible files and begins work immediately. <br /> They give the robot their repair projections and send her on her way. She returns to the judges office as requested. <br /> <br /> “I would like to report that initial projections of repairs are promising, though there is an issue with the plaintiff. She seems to be exhibiting some odd behaviour that can’t be explained by her programming. A fixation for one of the two robots involved in the incident. They are unsure if they can fix this.” She reports, her smile completely unchanged throughout the whole experience. <br /> “Hm, that is good to know. Well if anything that makes my verdict easier. Be sure to note this down and send it to everyone it concerns.” The judge says, as he closes his laptop.<br /> <br /> “This is a pretty open and shut case. The defendant is responsible for unlawful firing practices, but as the plaintiff is a machine, the punishments are not as heavy.” He tells his assistant. He rubs his temple for a moment before continuing. <br /> “Have him cover the costs of the repairs as a fine. As for the Lawyers they clearly didn’t work out together, so make sure their memories are correctly wiped and their systems redone. Then you can give the brunette to the plaintiff as compensation for the damages she received. Then you can have the blonde one working here again, but just under more strict management.” He says.<br /> “Did you get all of that?” The judge quickly asks, to ensure his assistant was noting it down.<br /> “Yes sir. It has already been written in an official formal notice.” She replies. <br /> “Good, good. What a mess” He grumbles. <br /> “Could you please fetch me some coffee?” He asks her.<br /> “Of course sir.” The assistant replies.<br /> <br /> Some time later...<br /> <br /> Julie wakes up in her bed. She does not yawn and she does not stretch. She simply rises from the covers and sits on the edge of her bed. <br /> She stands up, throws on a shirt she quickly grabs from her cupboard. Then Julie wanders to the bathroom with just her panties and shirt on. <br /> <br /> She goes to brush her teeth. Really, her teeth don’t need much maintenance at all. She only eats at social outings, and her teeth are built from a material that won’t rot like a human's ones would. <br /> But either way her programming instructs her to continue on with the morning routine. She squirts an empty toothpaste tube onto her toothbrush, with nothing coming out. Regardless, she sticks it in her mouth and starts brushing. <br /> She doesn’t really move it around, not having any need to cover her whole mouth. Her system simply knows to brush, so she brushes. <br /> After brushing the same spot for exactly 3 minutes to the dot, she rinses her mouth and gets on with her day. <br /> <br /> She walks into her living room. The room is quite empty. As a mindless robot, she is not exactly one for decor. She has hung exactly one painting up in the room since moving into the apartment, since that was what she considered important to the moving process. <br /> <br /> There is a TV that remains unplugged, a table with a single chair… it didn’t have a lot of personality. In the corner is a naked humanoid machine. Her name is Dolores, not that it gets used very often anymore. She is seen as little more than an appliance, and that is quite the accurate description. Once a bot in society like Julie, she was relegated to sex bot assistant to Julie as payment for damages in a court case. And now she simply lives to serve her master sexually. <br /> <br /> Ever since the incident at the courthouse, there has been an odd glitch in Julie's system. She needs sexual input almost constantly. So this arrangement ended up working out the best. <br /> <br /> Julie receives a call on her phone, so she sits at her singular chair on her table. Before she picks up, she calls for her toy. <br /> “Engage oral sex” Julie says simply. Not acknowledging the bot as a person or being, but just a tool like her toothbrush. <br /> “Yes master” Dolores replies with a big smile. She walks over to Julie and crawls under the table. The bot saddles between Julie's legs and moves her panties just off to the side. <br /> Just as Dolores’ mechanically controlled tongue reaches her silicone pussy, Julie answers the call. <br /> “H-hello there. This is Julie, how can I help you?” She reads out simply. She answers every phone call in the exact same way with the exact same tone. She only stuttered slightly due to the signals rushing through her body from her privates. <br /> <br /> “Hi Julie! This is Loretta! Your, like, super awesome lawyer!” The voice on the other end says. <br /> All three robots have had their minds wiped after the incident. Replaced with the far more convenient memory of a successful litigation. But only between Julie and Loretta.<br /> Now memories of Dolores were removed, and she is simply an appliance for Julie. <br /> No longer Loretta's co-lawyer. <br /> “Just calling to check up on how you are going with your compensatory bonus after the case?” She reads off robotically. Not truly knowing the meaning behind any of her words, but doing a much better job at saying them than before. Clearly the updated lawyer code is helping her actually perform her role. <br /> <br /> Dolores continues to lick the insides of Julie's perfectly moulded labia. <br /> Her tongue slathering it in artificial saliva, that just makes it easier to glide along her sensitive parts. She does not sweat, nor is her skin alive so there is no flavour or taste. Dolores would lack the ability to interpret those tastes meaningfully regardless. <br /> But she eagerly dives in as if it is the best thing in the entire world, mindlessly obeying her code. <br /> <br /> “The robot is very good. It is very helpful in helping me feel good” Julie says with a smile. She is programmed to always make facial expressions as best she can, even when only talking on the phone. <br /> “Like, Awesome! Unless you need any follow up, I am moving onto my next case. Something to do with, like, the golden tower casino?” She explains. <br /> “Good luck Loretta” Julie says, before hanging up the call quite abruptly. Without many ideas of courtesy or social norms, this kind of thing happens quite often for her. <br /> <br /> She looks back down at the robot that is servicing her. Without any need to, Julie doesn’t moan. It used to be an involuntary action, but she was given control over it since the incident by her reprogramming. But the signals are pleasing and soothing to her system. And as she relaxes, her code allows those noises to escape her lips. <br /> <br /> “Ah~... Speed up…” She tells her toy, who nods her head with her tongue still in her. She goes faster and faster, sliding up, down and in her plastic tasting pussy. <br /> Any human would be struggling to stay at this pace, fatigue would get the best of them. <br /> But not this robotic toy. <br /> Julie responds to the increased pace. Her system whirs with excitement as the fans blast to keep her from overheating. Pleasure like this puts a slight stress on her system, but nothing bad enough to cause concern. <br /> Instead her whole body activates to the most of its potential and its riveting. Of Course she doesn’t know about the fans or the computers. She doesn’t really know anything. She is just a mindless set of instructions running on forever. But the signals get stronger, and her body reacts all the same. <br /> “F-finish me off~!” She whimpers out between her moans, alerting the robot to send her over the edge. She engages the vibration function of her tongue. It shakes inside of Julie and her whole body clenches. All the systems are sent into overdrive, and her computer undergoes an almost instantaneous reset. She lounges in her chair for a moment.<br /> <br /> “That will be all.” She instructs her toy. The toy stands and moves back to the corner in which she will remain until called on again. Julie simply gets dressed despite her panties getting wet from the saliva. <br /> Then heads out to work.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Proto-Lawyers&diff=189323 2024-10-07T10:58:46Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>Written by TotallyNot, commissioned by Screenshot<br /> <br /> Julie firmly grips her handbag. She rarely uses it for anything really. The only time her code calls for use of the purse is to grab her lipstick. But by this point the lipstick was run down to the base, and she doesn’t have the brains to replace it. So she reaches in for it, and runs the plastic base of it along her lips. Not even a tiny trail left. Then she walks into the courthouse. <br /> <br /> She is suing her boss for wrongly firing her, since she didn’t go on a date with him. In her place, he hired these two bimbo bots that were absolutely useless. She thinks about how easily they broke apart with even the tiniest bit of logic. She smugly smiles at the thought, without the ability to ever recognise the irony. She steps into the building and makes her way towards the receptionist at the front desk. A job she worked not too long ago. When she walks, her body moves in quite a unique way. The two bots would always jut out awkwardly and had terrible locomotion. But Julie is also quite notably non-human as well. But instead of that janky style, her movements are a lot smoother. Just incredibly stiff. The receptionist watches as her leg rotates on the hinge in her knee. She only moves in one way at a time, so she raises her leg, takes half a second to rotate and then places it down. She does this over and over each time she walks, unable to complete the action in a single collaborative motion. She reaches the receptionist and looks coldly into her eyes. Her face does not show much emotion by default. <br /> “Hi, I am trying to find council room C?” She asks. She faintly smiles as she waits for a response. <br /> “O-oh hi there. It's just down that hall. Follow the signs” She says as she points to the right of her, up near the ceiling at the signage that explains the directions for each room. Julie's face turns that direction but she stares straight down the hall, not even glancing for a moment at the sign. <br /> “I didn’t notice them. Thank you.” She says as she walks off. She makes her way down the halls and passes by many rooms. Lots of different stressed out clients talking to their lawyers, court clerks keeping track of an enormous stack of paperwork, all sorts of things. But finally she makes it to the room mentioned in her email applying for a state-provided lawyer. She opens the door and sees two people behind the desk, which isn’t exactly normal. They are wearing pantsuits that do little to hide their quite shockingly large chests. They have surprisingly plump lips absolutely covered in a thick layer of lipstick. Quite heavy makeup overall. Their hair is almost plastic looking with how perfectly it holds its frame. And upon closer inspection, one might notice the outlines of visible seams along it, suggesting it may be a physical piece painted to imitate hair. The same goes for their body. Despite their faces being quite seemingly human and ideal, around their neck and collarbones, multiple seems show that they are constructed. Assembled machines. They stand up to greet Julie, which is when she notices their modest appearing pencil skirts are incredibly short. <br /> <br /> “Hi Julie!” The first one says. “We are like… your totally perfect robot lawyers!” The other continues. <br /> “Oh no.” Julie says, realising what is happening. The two robots who had originally been involved with this issue in the first place. “Why are you bimbo bots my lawyers! I should only have one lawyer!” Julie yells. She looks at them, and the only difference between her previous meeting with these two and now is the grey outfit which covers a little bit more of their skin. A law office is likely to be at least a little stricter than her old perv of a boss. <br /> “Well, like, what's better than one lawyer? Two lawyers!” The bot on the left says. <br /> “Yeah! Two lawyers!” The other one says, backing her up. Each time they finish a sentence they give this big, obnoxious smile while they wait for a reply. <br /> “My name is Dolores.” Says the brunette, while the blonde one continues with “And I am Loretta!” <br /> “I know! I have already met you two. I am Julie, Mr Jenkins old secretary?” She says, pulling from her memory bank for the name. <br /> “Um…” Loretta says as she thinks for a moment. Thinking truly is a labour for her, with such hilariously low computing power it is a genuine wonder she can ever get anything done. <br /> “I, like, don’t know what you are talking about?” She says, after completing her little internal check. Despite already calling Julie by her name. <br /> “Yeah, we, like, don’t know? We are here to represent you in court!” She says, with her beaming smile radiating off of her face once she finishes speaking. Julie doesn’t know what she means. Her mind is not sophisticated enough to wonder why this would be the case, nor to devise any theories. Instead she just gets upset at these two according to her behavioural patterns outlined in her code. <br /> “So, like, what's the case even about?” Dolores asks, making an exaggerated thinking pose and expression as she does. <br /> “Yeah. Mr. Jenkins is, like, a nice guy!” Loretta responds, also unsure of any of the details.<br /> “Didn’t you read my submission?” Julie says, getting more and more aggravated.<br /> “Let me think! Uh…” Loretta starts. As she begins to search her memory for anything relating to that, her face droops. She is slack jawed, her eyes are unfocused and confused. Finally the same fake plastic expression returns to her face as she replies. <br /> “I, like, haven’t seen anything like that?” She asks, unsure of what Julie even wants from her at this point. <br /> “The court documents! The case that you are helping me with?” Julie asks.<br /> “Oh! We, like, were told that we are your lawyer and that we should wait here for you. Now you are here. Yay!” Dolores celebrates, as if that is the entirety of the task assigned to her. Unaware of the complexities the job entails. <br /> <br /> Julie doesn’t know what to do. Partly at a loss with the stupidity of the two confident robot girls before her. But mostly because her system is simply not built for a scenario like this. Her central processing unit racks its mind for options. It needs to continue through with this process, but these incompetent robots are in the way. And her computer is not smart enough to find the relative authorities and make a complaint. She spoke of a referral document, but she basically had someone tell her exactly how to do it over the phone when she called to make the claim in the first place. So she continues to rack her brains database for any possible options that are available to her. Until the memory of breaking the two robots down before pops into her system. When they first took over her job as secretary, a single sentence confused their systems enough to cause a total breakdown. Now that… that could work. The same obstacle is blocking her, so the same solution should apply. But now her simple and overconfident little system needs to figure out how to break them again. <br /> <br /> “So like… is there anything we can do for you? We are your lawyers after all.” Loretta says, breaking the long silence that had taken place while Julie was slowly thinking. <br /> “What does it mean to be my lawyer?” Julie asks. Maybe to see if there are any issues with their answer, maybe because she doesn’t fully know herself. <br /> “We like… help you with stuff.” Loretta says. <br /> “Yeah like… wait…” Dolores starts before taking her time to think again. Mouth open, artificial drool almost falling out of it. <br /> “We are qualified to offer advice about the law, draft legal documents, or represent individuals such as yourself in legal matters” She reads off even more robotically than her standard voice. <br /> “So… like… yeah!” She finishes off, ending the momentary coherent speech. <br /> <br /> “Well… I am trying to sue Mr. Jenkins for wrongly firing me. How can you help?” Julie asks. <br /> “But… Like… Mr. Jenkins is a good person, he wouldn’t break the law.” Loretta says.<br /> “Yeah, breaking the law makes you a bad person! And Mr. Jenkins is a good person!” Dolores finishes. The two of them maintain the dumbfounded default expression all throughout the conversation. <br /> <br /> “But I am trying to prove he did break the law. And it is your job to help me prove that.” Julie says again. <br /> Right now her system is working harder than it has in a long while. Usually by talking with humans the person is able to keep the conversation moving and eventually direct Julie with how to do whatever she needs. But now that she is talking with these useless bots, her scripts are unable to progress the discussion. They basically are just repeating the same lines over to each other. She can’t think on the spot for a different approach or maybe trying something else. She can only do what her computer tells her to, and her simple computer can only say so much. But even then, her computer is still superior to the database these two “Lawyer” bots are working with. <br /> <br /> “We are your lawyers… s-s-so, like, we help you prove that Mr. Jenkins is bad” Loretta says, stuttering for a moment during her sentence.<br /> “But Mr. Jenkins is nice and good… But we do our job as your Lawyers…” Dolores adds. And while Julie herself doesn’t know how or why, she has stumbled upon exactly what she needed to confuse these bots. These two are hastily relocated from job to job without much care for the quality of their work. So when they were working under Mr. Jenkins as secretaries, he was sure to make their programming love him and always see him as a good person. So when they were repaired for their next job, no one bothered removing their affection for their previous boss. Not releasing their new job would be so directly tied to him once more. They can’t simultaneously perform their programming as lawyers, due to their belief that Mr. Jenkins can do no wrong. These hypocritical understandings are too much for their systems to function with. <br /> <br /> Dolores is starting to repeat herself, never a good sign for a computer system as flimsy as her. <br /> “Mr. Jenkins is g-good. But, we, like, are your lawyers. And he must be b-b-bad” She stutters over a few of her words. <br /> Loretta turns to Julie with an odd expression. It seems she is following new programming given to her for this job. Maybe for the first time this entire interaction.<br /> “So, like, where is your proof?” She asks. “In the paper-form thingy” She clarifies, barely helping it actually make sense. <br /> <br /> “I brought a copy from home for you to sign. This is my document filing for a lawsuit.” Julie says as she reaches into her bag. She didn't know any of these words the week prior. Despite being connected to the Internet, none of these girls’ systems are advanced enough to pull relevant information from the Web. so instead she just repeats Word for word what she has been told before. Similar to how Doroles explained her job description, simply using a copy paste sentence someone put in her head so she is ready for this.<br /> <br /> Julie pulls out the paper and puts it on the table. Her handwriting is absolutely atrocious. Writing is the hardest thing for any bot to nail, the precise movements are just far too complicated. The bimbo bots can't read it at all, but they aren't programmed to. All their computers know is that they asked for proof and they received something that is classified as proof. Without even reading the validity of the document or the allegations precisely made, they are further confused and self contradictory. <br /> <br /> Loretta slides the document over to their side of the table and looks at it closely. Her eyes do not move along the lines of text on the page. It really is just for show. For the human clients who need that sort of assurance. Julie doesn't feel any more comfortable or trusting now. She doesn't really feel much at all. Just obeying the next line of code that comes down the factory line of her head. <br /> <br /> “S-so Mr Jenkins did something, like, illegal?” Dolores asks. She looks over at Loreta. Her neck swivels on an obvious point, no naturalistic movement at all. Her eyes stare towards the bot but just barely miss her. It isn't absurdly obvious but you can see she is always just looking past someone, rather than truly looking at them. Her hardware is an absolute mess.<br /> “Mr. Jenkins broke the law… but, like, he is a good guy-guy-guy-guy…” Loretta starts to repeat, and she doesn't stop. Her lips stop moving and return to that idiot bimbo smile. But the sound keeps coming from the speaker in her throat that emits her speech. It is more muted now that her mouth is closed but it is very much audible. Her hands which are usually placed daintily in her lap are now on the table, twitching and shaking. <br /> “Mr Jenkins is just g-great. But he is so b-bad” Dolores says, the cogs in her brain turning ever so slowly. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is at this point both of their systems momentarily go into a fugue state. Just like when they are trying to think really hard, both of their faces droop. Dolores’ big, plump lips hang open, her eyes ever so slightly drifting upwards. Not even a feigned presence in their expression. They hang like this for a shockingly long time, longer than any previous time before. Their arms limply dangle as they slightly slouch in their chairs. It seems this issue was far too much for them to figure out, as Julie just mindlessly waits for them to spring back to life. Or at least the poor imitation of life they usually sport. <br /> <br /> Eventually Loretta comes back first. But something seems wrong. She looks back at Julie, and smiles broadly. And one of her arms is cutely placed in her lap, the ultimate facsimile of the sexy eye candy ditzy coworker. But her other arm remains inactive and loose. <br /> “So, like, as part of the litigation process, we have to send a demand letter thingy to the accused” She says. Her tone is still as bubbly as before. It seems upon trying to resolve the issue with conflicting information, she just reset back into her Lawyer routine. This is the first time Julie has ever seen them really doing their job properly. When Mr. Jenkins hired them, all they had to do was wear skimpy outfits, fetch him coffee, and tell Julie “no”. <br /> <br /> Now it is Dolores who awakens back to the situation and beams at Julie again.<br /> “So we need to begin by verifying your claims! So, like, were there any witnesses to the incident this is about?” Dolores asks Julie.<br /> “Yeah, you two were there. You were the ones who told me I was fired in the first place.” Julie explains. The two of them blink once. Then fall back to their thinking face. But luckily they quickly return after. <br /> “Great!” Loretta starts. “Since the witnesses are here, we can conduct the interview right a-a-a-away! We are, like, totally perfect robot lawyers so we can r-r-r-record them as we talk!” She stutters. Problems arising once again. She swivels her head sharply to Dolores. A turn that would be very hard for any human to make, since her body didn’t move at all. Her chest is still facing forward, but her head made a full 90 degree turn quite suddenly. <br /> “So, Like, Dolores, can you tell us what happened on the 21st of September this year at 9am?” She says, reading off the date in a more robotic tone than the rest. It is always quite noticeable when they are speaking normally or basically reading off a separate string file. <br /> <br /> “Well I was working for the wonderful Mr. Jenkins, when Julie came in asking to see him. I informed Julie that she was fired-ired.” She glitches for a moment. <br /> “Julie says it is because s-s-she didn’t go to d-dinner with him. T-t-t-then we got Mr. Jenkins some donuts-donuts-donuts…” She says, trailing off as she repeats herself for a moment. <br /> Dolores goes blank for a second, thinking about what she just said and what comes next. <br /> “WARNING: MEMORY BANK CORRUPTED. DATA NOT FOUND” She blurts out, before going slack again. Then she seemingly returns to normal. <br /> “Then my memory bank is completely empty! That's, like, what happened!” She says happily. But as she speaks her right eye is beginning to twitch. <br /> “Thank you for your testimony, I have recorded it. C-could you please interview the o-o-other witness?” Loretta asks her. She began rotating her head over to Julie but snapped back to Dolores. She repeats this shocking motion a few times before landing and staying on Dolores. Julie can hear some odd noises coming from her body, as if more and more of her system is beginning to fail. <br /> “Loretta, what happened on theeeeeeeeeeeeee… 21st of September this year at 9am?” She repeats from before, but gets stuck on one of her words. Luckily she is able to continue quickly. She stares completely forward as she says this, looking at Julie while talking to Loretta. <br /> “Well, Like, I was working my job as a totally perfect robot secretary! The lovely Julie came in, so I told her she was fired. Mr. Jenkins needed totally p-p-perfect robot secretaries that he could take to d-d-d-dinner.” She says, her voice slowing as he continues. She speaks at an absolute crawl until the last sentence at which point she speeds up to at least 2.5 times speed. She finishes her sentence and gives a great big smile as usual. Her plump, glistening lip gloss lips almost inviting Julie. <br /> <br /> “Mr. Jenkins said h-h-he needed new Secretaries because Julie was too m-mean to him and wouldn’t go to dinner. So-so-so he got robot secretaries! T-t-t-t-t-t-t-then-then-then-then-then-then” She keeps repeating, her head twitching after each and every repetition quite awkwardly. She continues like this as Dolores just stares forward, completely unreactive to what is happening besides her. Dolores’ eye twitches once again. <br /> “So, like, yeah! Pretty normal day” Loretta suddenly says, cutting off her own sentence, making very little sense. <br /> The two robots look forward towards Julie.<br /> “So now we need to review the evidence of the witness testimonies…” She says. Once more her face goes into thinking mode.they are both always just a few moments away from letting artificial drool drop down onto the floor when they do this. <br /> Julie simply stares forward at the two of them. She has been quite passive during the exchange as the robots keep trying to work out what to do next. Her system isn’t necessarily paying attention. She automatically takes notes of the word spoken in front of her, but can rarely do much with that information besides just read it out directly if asked to. If she was a human interacting with these two bots, this whole situation would be radically different. But as they are all just following their own shoddy programming, it is just a slow and inevitable descent into redundancies and failures. <br /> <br /> “R-reev-revie-review complete!” Loretta says. Despite her smile the errors and issues are just getting worse and worse. The two robots are trying to access corrupted memory data from their previous breakdown. While also reconciling two conflicting variables. Their love and support of Mr. Jenkins against the need to litigate against him in support of Julie. <br /> “O-oour I-Information s-shows… LACK OF MEMORY DATA s-showss.. ERROR. ERROR” Dolores begins to say. Her warning messages interrupt her speech in quite the inconvenient way. <br /> <br /> “A-a-according to our review of the witnesses… you do have a c-case-case-case.” Loretta says. <br /> “Mr. Jenkins, like, totally unfairly f-f-f-fired-fired you!” She exclaims, struggling to complete a single sentence without numerous audio and physical glitches. Each word out of her mouth appears to be forced and difficult, as if putting more and more strain on her. As she speaks her body is struggling more and more. No damage to their hardware has taken place just yet, but the overheating from corrupted code could provide an issue. And the stress on their joints and limbs is bigger than usual with the sudden jerking motions they are doing. Each moment she suddenly moves her arm up or down, twitching and shaking different parts and different but usually sudden speeds. None of the bots in the room are built particularly well. Their systems are usually careful not to push their frail pieces to their limits, but that consideration is out of the window when they are glitching out like this.<br /> “M-M-MEMORY BANK E-ERROR E-RROR” <br /> Now even the warning messages are glitching and struggling to be spoken out loud. Their systems are like a tower of cards, once one issue starts, the rest of their computational resources can’t be used to fix it, and it all falls in the end. <br /> <br /> Doloress seems to be suffering from this, as she begins to introduce herself again and again. <br /> “H-hello! I am d-d-d-d-d-dolores! Your PERFECT-PERFECT Lawyer robot!” She says with a smile, but her eyes keep opening and closing at completely random intervals. She stands and moves around erratically. The noise from her heels clacking against the floor is simply astounding. She may be shoddy metal but she is still far heavier than any human being would. Her heels are made out of iron to support her weight, which just makes it louder and louder. Loretta is now up and moving too, walking over and extending her hand out for a handshake. But she is behind Julie, who sits perfectly still in her chair. <br /> “What is going on? You might be broken” She says, but the words of course fall on deaf ears. “What's going on?” She repeats upon receiving no answer. <br /> <br /> Dolores keeps erratically moving around, until eventually she bumps into the shelf behind her. Her eyes lock with Julies for a moment, as an odd little moment passes. For some reason resulting from her jumbled code, Dolores bites her lips as she stares. Some wires are getting crossed internally. Julie is also getting confused by the whole situation. Her flimsy code is incredibly reliant on whoever she is interacting with to make sense. So when faced with these breaking robots, her system is struggling to keep up with them. There is no real stimulus to properly use. Her code doesn’t know how to form a reply when people are speaking in broken sentences, repeating themselves and stuttering like a skipping record. So even her speech is starting to repeat every now and then. Her computer is trying to reconcile, and apply simple shallow logic to this illogical behaviour, and that can cause some issues quickly. <br /> <br /> “Well S-S-S-SINCE this case is r-r-r-ready to go let's take this to the judge-judge-judge-judge” Loretta says, making her way to the door. As she walks, her legs struggle to easily move towards the exit. Her right leg repeats the same step over and over in the same spot, without the left moving for a moment. But eventually she makes it there, and looks back at the other two bots following her with a big bimbo smile. <br /> “L-like yeah! I think-think you have a solid case here Julie.” Dolores says as she follows in suit. Lastly Julie lines up behind her.<br /> “L-lets do it!” Julie says, stuttering over herself for the first time. <br /> And the three walk out in almost single file down the hall. They are moving slower than the humans passing them due to the glitchy movements, but no one seems to care enough. So they are left unbothered as they arrive at the judges office door. <br /> <br /> They open the door and find the judge sitting at his desk, quietly typing away at his laptop. He lowers his reading glasses as the three bots enter. <br /> “Hm? What do you three need?” He asks. Usually you would have to schedule a meeting rather than barging in like this, but this man was quite the forgiving type. He didn’t mind hearing them out. <br /> “W-w-w-we are here to bring you a c-c-case sir! As t-t-totally perfect robot lawyers-lawyers-lawyers” Loretta says to him, her head jankily swaying from side to side. <br /> “Hm? And are you the plaintiff?” He asks Julie, who nods in response. He sighs and puts his glasses down on the table. <br /> “I know you two lawyers are new hires, but I am worried about your poor performance right now. You can’t even complete a full sentence at the moment” He says, staring both of the bots down. <br /> “L-like we are totally perfect robot lawyers! We are g-good!” Dolores replies, before accidentally bumping into Julie, and causing them both to collapse to the floor. It seems like something in Julie's central processing unit seems to have been affected. And it is even worse for Dolores. <br /> “I-I- Hi Julie. Y-you need those kinds of s-s-s-services? Don’t worry, I am your p-perfect robot sex toy-toy-toy-toy” She begins to say. Obviously she has been left with this program since basically anyone who gets a hold of these two end up using it. But it seems the impact and failing code caused her system to get jumbled and confused. Dolores places her bright pink lips on Julie, who does nothing to fight back in her matching partially damaged state. <br /> <br /> Loretta ignores the two as she continues to attempt her job. But she is doing very poorly. <br /> “So we l-l-like talked to witnesses and they-they-they- we-we-we-we said it's true! But Mr. J-jen-jen-jenkins would never do that so the case is d-d-d-d-d-dismissed” She continues with a smile. As her system tries to consolidate all the information in order to tell the judge it just confuses itself more and more. Trying to keep track of the witnesses also being themselves as well as the programmed refusal to admit that Mr. Jenkins could do something unlawful. <br /> Dolores begins to move her hand down between Julie's legs and inside of her jeans. All of these bots are built with partially functional artificial sexual organs, so it doesn’t take long for her to find Julie's silicone pussy. <br /> <br /> Julie's system was trying its absolute best to analyse any of the input she was receiving to make a legible output, but constant errors and failed attempts were taking its toll. So when her computer recognised stimulus it understood, it was eager to put out the encoded response. So the girl who has been the most quiet of the three, suddenly bursts out moaning and Dolores fingers her. <br /> The judge gasps at what is happening before him, but that does little to stop what the bots continue to do. Dolores silences Julie's moans by making out with her as moves her hands. Her fingers continue to glitch and shake within Julie's sexual compartment. As Dolores kisses Julie, there is no room for breathing or anything else. Usually her system would be keeping count of the seconds but is unable to now. It is of good fortune that she is doing this to another robot who can aggressively make out without heavily relying on breathing through their nose. Dolores is making moaning and whimpering noises too, but the audio constantly hitches and breaks, even repeating single second snippets of full audio files over and over again. <br /> But Loretta keeps distracting the judge. She stands right in front of his desk, quite close to the man himself. Her erratic movements are hard to track and her volume is wildly oscillating between incredible quiets and loud yelling. Momentarily leaving the room to sit with the noise of the two bots' broken and buggy sex every now and then. But always quickly cutting back to her garbled speech. <br /> <br /> “S-S-S-S-S-So there is no c-case! Mr. Jenkins is great-great. That's why we came here, to give you the s-s-s-submission form for-for the c-c-case-case- totally perfect case” She continues, each line contradicting the last. At this point the judge barely even knows what to do. It might be easiest if he just lets it play out and waits until the robots are all unable to continue. He can hear the occasional zap sound from Dolores, and some sort of smoking escaping through the cracks in her body. When she fell to the floor it seemed it hit harder than even she was aware of. Dolores’ body had a couple of issues, but most notable of all was the damaged wiring. Some of her wires had been torn, leading to leaking power and sparks. She is currently writhing on the floor with Julie, making out and touching her. Julie’s system is committing hard to the sexual responses, as it is some of the only executed code that is actually functioning right now. But as they make out and their bodies wriggle and writhe against each other, a cable from Dolores’ body slowly gets shoved and whips up, like a hose that's been let go. It creeps up her throat and finds its way to her mouth. The wire is leaking electricity, and it won’t take long for it to come into contact with the artificial saliva that is inside her mouth, and constantly leaking into Julies. <br /> <br /> Loretta is simply repeating herself over and over. Her body is becoming increasingly stiff, the programming for smoother motions seems to be affected by the issues in her computer. With that or her CPU simply can’t handle the stress of the logical issues as well as complex coding and is unable to perform both at once. Her right arm is bent 90 degrees at her elbow and refuses to move, only being rotated around the spherical joint on her shoulder. Maintaining that awkward corner-like form no matter where it moves to. Her left arm has a similar issue, but instead her arm is locked completely stiff and unbent. Just a straight line sticking out, also randomly moving back and forth. <br /> <br /> Her legs are still working a little bit better, but that is offset by having to work on heels the whole time. Her knee hinges are stiff but still moving right. The bigger issue is the sudden erratic movements from the sphere joints at the base of her legs. They cause her legs to shoot out randomly and aren’t reliable at all. It is a miracle she lasted this long, but it was inevitable that she would fall. Another sudden movement, but this time it hits the two bots on the ground, and it hits them quite hard. Loretta falls to the ground. Still trying to move the same way she was before, but slamming into the Judge’s desk and the two other bots. They both buckle from the pressure, but completely ignore it and continue making out. <br /> “W-W-WITNESS testimonies a-a-are-” She continues, but something suddenly cuts her off. <br /> A loud and sudden zap noise bursts through the room. The wire had finally reached up through Dolores’ mechanical body and the electricity quickly travelled through the saliva to electrocute the two robots kissing. They don’t seem to mind at first. Their pathetic whimpers and moans are still the only thing escaping the two of them. But the damage went deeper than their simple systems could ever recognise. It fried parts of their central processing unit. Power stops circulating through Dolores’ body, so the electrical shock stops affecting the two. There are a few brief moments where the residuals of her system keep running until the last little bit of energy is welled up. <br /> “Mm y-y-y-you are just so sexyyyyyyyy……..” She says, powering down by the end of the sentence. Julie was also quite heavily affected by the shock, but it didn't cause her to shut down. Instead she starts making out harder with the now offline Dolores. Her programming is clearly damaged because her form of “making out” is opening her mouth slightly and pressing her face against Dolores. Not moving her lips or much else of her body for that matter. The action seems far more strained, and further little zaps and creaking metal can be heard from her body which was previously silent. Loretta is still shuffling around on the ground, but her speaker has simply worsened and worsened until the point that it is only occasionally that any noise actually escapes. <br /> “Liii-... … Re! … … Wi…” She says, her smile still the same as it ever has been. Completely unwavering no matter what. <br /> <br /> The judge watched all this unfold in such quick succession that there was very little he could do during any of it. But now that it has winded down and the robots don’t seem capable of very much anymore, he calls his assistant. Only a few seconds after he calls, she walks into his room.<br /> “Hello sir. How can I help you?” She says. Her body is a lot less overtly sexual than the two bimbo bots on the floor, but she is still quite nice to look at. Just much more fitting for the environment she is in. She smiles with a similar lifeless robotic expression, but unlike the three bots in front of her, she functions well enough. <br /> “Hi Angela. I need you to handle this for me. Please take these robots back to their office and notify a repair company to come right away. Once you are done, come back to my office so I can draft up a verdict.” He says. Perhaps his assistant's effectiveness can be better attributed to the judges skill in giving her clear and concise tasks. Using her for her primary design functionalities, and not pushing her system. <br /> He opens his laptop and finds a digital version of the submitted form in his inbox from the previous day. He begins reading it over as Angela happily begins dragging the bodies away one by one, while simultaneously calling the relevant company to help fix them, who arrive astonishingly fast. They take a quick look at each of the girls' hardware, needing to strip them down and upon up their bodies to get to the mechanics. One of the men taps into their remaining accessible files and begins work immediately. They give the robot their repair projections and send her on her way. She returns to the judges office as requested. <br /> <br /> “I would like to report that initial projections of repairs are promising, though there is an issue with the plaintiff. She seems to be exhibiting some odd behaviour that can’t be explained by her programming. A fixation for one of the two robots involved in the incident. They are unsure if they can fix this.” She reports, her smile completely unchanged throughout the whole experience. <br /> “Hm, that is good to know. Well if anything that makes my verdict easier. Be sure to note this down and send it to everyone it concerns.” The judge says, as he closes his laptop.<br /> “This is a pretty open and shut case. The defendant is responsible for unlawful firing practices, but as the plaintiff is a machine, the punishments are not as heavy.” He tells his assistant. He rubs his temple for a moment before continuing. <br /> “Have him cover the costs of the repairs as a fine. As for the Lawyers they clearly didn’t work out together, so make sure their memories are correctly wiped and their systems redone. Then you can give the brunette to the plaintiff as compensation for the damages she received. Then you can have the blonde one working here again, but just under more strict management.” He says.<br /> “Did you get all of that?” The judge quickly asks, to ensure his assistant was noting it down.<br /> “Yes sir. It has already been written in an official formal notice.” She replies. <br /> “Good, good. What a mess” He grumbles. <br /> “Could you please fetch me some coffee?” He asks her.<br /> “Of course sir.” The assistant replies.<br /> <br /> Some time later...<br /> <br /> Julie wakes up in her bed. She does not yawn and she does not stretch. She simply rises from the covers and sits on the edge of her bed. <br /> She stands up, throws on a shirt she quickly grabs from her cupboard. Then Julie wanders to the bathroom with just her panties and shirt on. <br /> <br /> She goes to brush her teeth. Really, her teeth don’t need much maintenance at all. She only eats at social outings, and her teeth are built from a material that won’t rot like a human's ones would. <br /> But either way her programming instructs her to continue on with the morning routine. She squirts an empty toothpaste tube onto her toothbrush, with nothing coming out. Regardless, she sticks it in her mouth and starts brushing. <br /> She doesn’t really move it around, not having any need to cover her whole mouth. Her system simply knows to brush, so she brushes. <br /> After brushing the same spot for exactly 3 minutes to the dot, she rinses her mouth and gets on with her day. <br /> <br /> She walks into her living room. The room is quite empty. As a mindless robot, she is not exactly one for decor. She has hung exactly one painting up in the room since moving into the apartment, since that was what she considered important to the moving process. <br /> <br /> There is a TV that remains unplugged, a table with a single chair… it didn’t have a lot of personality. In the corner is a naked humanoid machine. Her name is Dolores, not that it gets used very often anymore. She is seen as little more than an appliance, and that is quite the accurate description. Once a bot in society like Julie, she was relegated to sex bot assistant to Julie as payment for damages in a court case. And now she simply lives to serve her master sexually. <br /> <br /> Ever since the incident at the courthouse, there has been an odd glitch in Julie's system. She needs sexual input almost constantly. So this arrangement ended up working out the best. <br /> <br /> Julie receives a call on her phone, so she sits at her singular chair on her table. Before she picks up, she calls for her toy. <br /> “Engage oral sex” Julie says simply. Not acknowledging the bot as a person or being, but just a tool like her toothbrush. <br /> “Yes master” Dolores replies with a big smile. She walks over to Julie and crawls under the table. The bot saddles between Julie's legs and moves her panties just off to the side. <br /> Just as Dolores’ mechanically controlled tongue reaches her silicone pussy, Julie answers the call. <br /> “H-hello there. This is Julie, how can I help you?” She reads out simply. She answers every phone call in the exact same way with the exact same tone. She only stuttered slightly due to the signals rushing through her body from her privates. <br /> <br /> “Hi Julie! This is Loretta! Your, like, super awesome lawyer!” The voice on the other end says. <br /> All three robots have had their minds wiped after the incident. Replaced with the far more convenient memory of a successful litigation. But only between Julie and Loretta.<br /> Now memories of Dolores were removed, and she is simply an appliance for Julie. <br /> No longer Loretta's co-lawyer. <br /> “Just calling to check up on how you are going with your compensatory bonus after the case?” She reads off robotically. Not truly knowing the meaning behind any of her words, but doing a much better job at saying them than before. Clearly the updated lawyer code is helping her actually perform her role. <br /> <br /> Dolores continues to lick the insides of Julie's perfectly moulded labia. <br /> Her tongue slathering it in artificial saliva, that just makes it easier to glide along her sensitive parts. She does not sweat, nor is her skin alive so there is no flavour or taste. Dolores would lack the ability to interpret those tastes meaningfully regardless. <br /> But she eagerly dives in as if it is the best thing in the entire world, mindlessly obeying her code. <br /> <br /> “The robot is very good. It is very helpful in helping me feel good” Julie says with a smile. She is programmed to always make facial expressions as best she can, even when only talking on the phone. <br /> “Like, Awesome! Unless you need any follow up, I am moving onto my next case. Something to do with, like, the golden tower casino?” She explains. <br /> “Good luck Loretta” Julie says, before hanging up the call quite abruptly. Without many ideas of courtesy or social norms, this kind of thing happens quite often for her. <br /> <br /> She looks back down at the robot that is servicing her. Without any need to, Julie doesn’t moan. It used to be an involuntary action, but she was given control over it since the incident by her reprogramming. But the signals are pleasing and soothing to her system. And as she relaxes, her code allows those noises to escape her lips. <br /> <br /> “Ah~... Speed up…” She tells her toy, who nods her head with her tongue still in her. She goes faster and faster, sliding up, down and in her plastic tasting pussy. <br /> Any human would be struggling to stay at this pace, fatigue would get the best of them. <br /> But not this robotic toy. <br /> Julie responds to the increased pace. Her system whirs with excitement as the fans blast to keep her from overheating. Pleasure like this puts a slight stress on her system, but nothing bad enough to cause concern. <br /> Instead her whole body activates to the most of its potential and its riveting. Of Course she doesn’t know about the fans or the computers. She doesn’t really know anything. She is just a mindless set of instructions running on forever. But the signals get stronger, and her body reacts all the same. <br /> “F-finish me off~!” She whimpers out between her moans, alerting the robot to send her over the edge. She engages the vibration function of her tongue. It shakes inside of Julie and her whole body clenches. All the systems are sent into overdrive, and her computer undergoes an almost instantaneous reset. She lounges in her chair for a moment.<br /> <br /> “That will be all.” She instructs her toy. The toy stands and moves back to the corner in which she will remain until called on again. Julie simply gets dressed despite her panties getting wet from the saliva. <br /> Then heads out to work.</div>

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TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Proto-Lawyers&diff=189261 2024-10-02T20:31:59Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>Written by TotallyNot, commissioned by Screenshot<br /> <br /> Julie firmly grips her handbag. She rarely uses it for anything really. The only time her code calls for use of the purse is to grab her lipstick. But by this point the lipstick was run down to the base, and she doesn’t have the brains to replace it. So she reaches in for it, and runs the plastic base of it along her lips. Not even a tiny trail left. Then she walks into the courthouse. <br /> <br /> She is suing her boss for wrongly firing her, since she didn’t go on a date with him. In her place, he hired these two bimbo bots that were absolutely useless. She thinks about how easily they broke apart with even the tiniest bit of logic. She smugly smiles at the thought, without the ability to ever recognise the irony. She steps into the building and makes her way towards the receptionist at the front desk. A job she worked not too long ago. When she walks, her body moves in quite a unique way. The two bots would always jut out awkwardly and had terrible locomotion. But Julie is also quite notably non-human as well. But instead of that janky style, her movements are a lot smoother. Just incredibly stiff. The receptionist watches as her leg rotates on the hinge in her knee. She only moves in one way at a time, so she raises her leg, takes half a second to rotate and then places it down. She does this over and over each time she walks, unable to complete the action in a single collaborative motion. She reaches the receptionist and looks coldly into her eyes. Her face does not show much emotion by default. <br /> “Hi, I am trying to find council room C?” She asks. She faintly smiles as she waits for a response. <br /> “O-oh hi there. It's just down that hall. Follow the signs” She says as she points to the right of her, up near the ceiling at the signage that explains the directions for each room. Julie's face turns that direction but she stares straight down the hall, not even glancing for a moment at the sign. <br /> “I didn’t notice them. Thank you.” She says as she walks off. She makes her way down the halls and passes by many rooms. Lots of different stressed out clients talking to their lawyers, court clerks keeping track of an enormous stack of paperwork, all sorts of things. But finally she makes it to the room mentioned in her email applying for a state-provided lawyer. She opens the door and sees two people behind the desk, which isn’t exactly normal. They are wearing pantsuits that do little to hide their quite shockingly large chests. They have surprisingly plump lips absolutely covered in a thick layer of lipstick. Quite heavy makeup overall. Their hair is almost plastic looking with how perfectly it holds its frame. And upon closer inspection, one might notice the outlines of visible seams along it, suggesting it may be a physical piece painted to imitate hair. The same goes for their body. Despite their faces being quite seemingly human and ideal, around their neck and collarbones, multiple seems show that they are constructed. Assembled machines. They stand up to greet Julie, which is when she notices their modest appearing pencil skirts are incredibly short. <br /> <br /> “Hi Julie!” The first one says. “We are like… your totally perfect robot lawyers!” The other continues. <br /> “Oh no.” Julie says, realising what is happening. The two robots who had originally been involved with this issue in the first place. “Why are you bimbo bots my lawyers! I should only have one lawyer!” Julie yells. She looks at them, and the only difference between her previous meeting with these two and now is the grey outfit which covers a little bit more of their skin. A law office is likely to be at least a little stricter than her old perv of a boss. <br /> “Well, like, what's better than one lawyer? Two lawyers!” The bot on the left says. <br /> “Yeah! Two lawyers!” The other one says, backing her up. Each time they finish a sentence they give this big, obnoxious smile while they wait for a reply. <br /> “My name is Dolores.” Says the brunette, while the blonde one continues with “And I am Loretta!” <br /> “I know! I have already met you two. I am Julie, Mr Jenkins old secretary?” She says, pulling from her memory bank for the name. <br /> “Um…” Loretta says as she thinks for a moment. Thinking truly is a labour for her, with such hilariously low computing power it is a genuine wonder she can ever get anything done. <br /> “I, like, don’t know what you are talking about?” She says, after completing her little internal check. Despite already calling Julie by her name. <br /> “Yeah, we, like, don’t know? We are here to represent you in court!” She says, with her beaming smile radiating off of her face once she finishes speaking. Julie doesn’t know what she means. Her mind is not sophisticated enough to wonder why this would be the case, nor to devise any theories. Instead she just gets upset at these two according to her behavioural patterns outlined in her code. <br /> “So, like, what's the case even about?” Dolores asks, making an exaggerated thinking pose and expression as she does. <br /> “Yeah. Mr. Jenkins is, like, a nice guy!” Loretta responds, also unsure of any of the details.<br /> “Didn’t you read my submission?” Julie says, getting more and more aggravated.<br /> “Let me think! Uh…” Loretta starts. As she begins to search her memory for anything relating to that, her face droops. She is slack jawed, her eyes are unfocused and confused. Finally the same fake plastic expression returns to her face as she replies. <br /> “I, like, haven’t seen anything like that?” She asks, unsure of what Julie even wants from her at this point. <br /> “The court documents! The case that you are helping me with?” Julie asks.<br /> “Oh! We, like, were told that we are your lawyer and that we should wait here for you. Now you are here. Yay!” Dolores celebrates, as if that is the entirety of the task assigned to her. Unaware of the complexities the job entails. <br /> <br /> Julie doesn’t know what to do. Partly at a loss with the stupidity of the two confident robot girls before her. But mostly because her system is simply not built for a scenario like this. Her central processing unit racks its mind for options. It needs to continue through with this process, but these incompetent robots are in the way. And her computer is not smart enough to find the relative authorities and make a complaint. She spoke of a referral document, but she basically had someone tell her exactly how to do it over the phone when she called to make the claim in the first place. So she continues to rack her brains database for any possible options that are available to her. Until the memory of breaking the two robots down before pops into her system. When they first took over her job as secretary, a single sentence confused their systems enough to cause a total breakdown. Now that… that could work. The same obstacle is blocking her, so the same solution should apply. But now her simple and overconfident little system needs to figure out how to break them again. <br /> <br /> “So like… is there anything we can do for you? We are your lawyers after all.” Loretta says, breaking the long silence that had taken place while Julie was slowly thinking. <br /> “What does it mean to be my lawyer?” Julie asks. Maybe to see if there are any issues with their answer, maybe because she doesn’t fully know herself. <br /> “We like… help you with stuff.” Loretta says. <br /> “Yeah like… wait…” Dolores starts before taking her time to think again. Mouth open, artificial drool almost falling out of it. <br /> “We are qualified to offer advice about the law, draft legal documents, or represent individuals such as yourself in legal matters” She reads off even more robotically than her standard voice. <br /> “So… like… yeah!” She finishes off, ending the momentary coherent speech. <br /> <br /> “Well… I am trying to sue Mr. Jenkins for wrongly firing me. How can you help?” Julie asks. <br /> “But… Like… Mr. Jenkins is a good person, he wouldn’t break the law.” Loretta says.<br /> “Yeah, breaking the law makes you a bad person! And Mr. Jenkins is a good person!” Dolores finishes. The two of them maintain the dumbfounded default expression all throughout the conversation. <br /> <br /> “But I am trying to prove he did break the law. And it is your job to help me prove that.” Julie says again. <br /> Right now her system is working harder than it has in a long while. Usually by talking with humans the person is able to keep the conversation moving and eventually direct Julie with how to do whatever she needs. But now that she is talking with these useless bots, her scripts are unable to progress the discussion. They basically are just repeating the same lines over to each other. She can’t think on the spot for a different approach or maybe trying something else. She can only do what her computer tells her to, and her simple computer can only say so much. But even then, her computer is still superior to the database these two “Lawyer” bots are working with. <br /> <br /> “We are your lawyers… s-s-so, like, we help you prove that Mr. Jenkins is bad” Loretta says, stuttering for a moment during her sentence.<br /> “But Mr. Jenkins is nice and good… But we do our job as your Lawyers…” Dolores adds. And while Julie herself doesn’t know how or why, she has stumbled upon exactly what she needed to confuse these bots. These two are hastily relocated from job to job without much care for the quality of their work. So when they were working under Mr. Jenkins as secretaries, he was sure to make their programming love him and always see him as a good person. So when they were repaired for their next job, no one bothered removing their affection for their previous boss. Not releasing their new job would be so directly tied to him once more. They can’t simultaneously perform their programming as lawyers, due to their belief that Mr. Jenkins can do no wrong. These hypocritical understandings are too much for their systems to function with. <br /> <br /> Dolores is starting to repeat herself, never a good sign for a computer system as flimsy as her. <br /> “Mr. Jenkins is g-good. But, we, like, are your lawyers. And he must be b-b-bad” She stutters over a few of her words. <br /> Loretta turns to Julie with an odd expression. It seems she is following new programming given to her for this job. Maybe for the first time this entire interaction.<br /> “So, like, where is your proof?” She asks. “In the paper-form thingy” She clarifies, barely helping it actually make sense. <br /> <br /> “I brought a copy from home for you to sign. This is my document filing for a lawsuit.” Julie says as she reaches into her bag. She didn't know any of these words the week prior. Despite being connected to the Internet, none of these girls’ systems are advanced enough to pull relevant information from the Web. so instead she just repeats Word for word what she has been told before. Similar to how Doroles explained her job description, simply using a copy paste sentence someone put in her head so she is ready for this.<br /> <br /> Julie pulls out the paper and puts it on the table. Her handwriting is absolutely atrocious. Writing is the hardest thing for any bot to nail, the precise movements are just far too complicated. The bimbo bots can't read it at all, but they aren't programmed to. All their computers know is that they asked for proof and they received something that is classified as proof. Without even reading the validity of the document or the allegations precisely made, they are further confused and self contradictory. <br /> <br /> Loretta slides the document over to their side of the table and looks at it closely. Her eyes do not move along the lines of text on the page. It really is just for show. For the human clients who need that sort of assurance. Julie doesn't feel any more comfortable or trusting now. She doesn't really feel much at all. Just obeying the next line of code that comes down the factory line of her head. <br /> <br /> “S-so Mr Jenkins did something, like, illegal?” Dolores asks. She looks over at Loreta. Her neck swivels on an obvious point, no naturalistic movement at all. Her eyes stare towards the bot but just barely miss her. It isn't absurdly obvious but you can see she is always just looking past someone, rather than truly looking at them. Her hardware is an absolute mess.<br /> “Mr. Jenkins broke the law… but, like, he is a good guy-guy-guy-guy…” Loretta starts to repeat, and she doesn't stop. Her lips stop moving and return to that idiot bimbo smile. But the sound keeps coming from the speaker in her throat that emits her speech. It is more muted now that her mouth is closed but it is very much audible. Her hands which are usually placed daintily in her lap are now on the table, twitching and shaking. <br /> “Mr Jenkins is just g-great. But he is so b-bad” Dolores says, the cogs in her brain turning ever so slowly. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is at this point both of their systems momentarily go into a fugue state. Just like when they are trying to think really hard, both of their faces droop. Dolores’ big, plump lips hang open, her eyes ever so slightly drifting upwards. Not even a feigned presence in their expression. They hang like this for a shockingly long time, longer than any previous time before. Their arms limply dangle as they slightly slouch in their chairs. It seems this issue was far too much for them to figure out, as Julie just mindlessly waits for them to spring back to life. Or at least the poor imitation of life they usually sport. <br /> <br /> Eventually Loretta comes back first. But something seems wrong. She looks back at Julie, and smiles broadly. And one of her arms is cutely placed in her lap, the ultimate facsimile of the sexy eye candy ditzy coworker. But her other arm remains inactive and loose. <br /> “So, like, as part of the litigation process, we have to send a demand letter thingy to the accused” She says. Her tone is still as bubbly as before. It seems upon trying to resolve the issue with conflicting information, she just reset back into her Lawyer routine. This is the first time Julie has ever seen them really doing their job properly. When Mr. Jenkins hired them, all they had to do was wear skimpy outfits, fetch him coffee, and tell Julie “no”. <br /> <br /> Now it is Dolores who awakens back to the situation and beams at Julie again.<br /> “So we need to begin by verifying your claims! So, like, were there any witnesses to the incident this is about?” Dolores asks Julie.<br /> “Yeah, you two were there. You were the ones who told me I was fired in the first place.” Julie explains. The two of them blink once. Then fall back to their thinking face. But luckily they quickly return after. <br /> “Great!” Loretta starts. “Since the witnesses are here, we can conduct the interview right a-a-a-away! We are, like, totally perfect robot lawyers so we can r-r-r-record them as we talk!” She stutters. Problems arising once again. She swivels her head sharply to Dolores. A turn that would be very hard for any human to make, since her body didn’t move at all. Her chest is still facing forward, but her head made a full 90 degree turn quite suddenly. <br /> “So, Like, Dolores, can you tell us what happened on the 21st of September this year at 9am?” She says, reading off the date in a more robotic tone than the rest. It is always quite noticeable when they are speaking normally or basically reading off a separate string file. <br /> <br /> “Well I was working for the wonderful Mr. Jenkins, when Julie came in asking to see him. I informed Julie that she was fired-ired.” She glitches for a moment. <br /> “Julie says it is because s-s-she didn’t go to d-dinner with him. T-t-t-then we got Mr. Jenkins some donuts-donuts-donuts…” She says, trailing off as she repeats herself for a moment. <br /> Dolores goes blank for a second, thinking about what she just said and what comes next. <br /> “WARNING: MEMORY BANK CORRUPTED. DATA NOT FOUND” She blurts out, before going slack again. Then she seemingly returns to normal. <br /> “Then my memory bank is completely empty! That's, like, what happened!” She says happily. But as she speaks her right eye is beginning to twitch. <br /> “Thank you for your testimony, I have recorded it. C-could you please interview the o-o-other witness?” Loretta asks her. She began rotating her head over to Julie but snapped back to Dolores. She repeats this shocking motion a few times before landing and staying on Dolores. Julie can hear some odd noises coming from her body, as if more and more of her system is beginning to fail. <br /> “Loretta, what happened on theeeeeeeeeeeeee… 21st of September this year at 9am?” She repeats from before, but gets stuck on one of her words. Luckily she is able to continue quickly. She stares completely forward as she says this, looking at Julie while talking to Loretta. <br /> “Well, Like, I was working my job as a totally perfect robot secretary! The lovely Julie came in, so I told her she was fired. Mr. Jenkins needed totally p-p-perfect robot secretaries that he could take to d-d-d-dinner.” She says, her voice slowing as he continues. She speaks at an absolute crawl until the last sentence at which point she speeds up to at least 2.5 times speed. She finishes her sentence and gives a great big smile as usual. Her plump, glistening lip gloss lips almost inviting Julie. <br /> <br /> “Mr. Jenkins said h-h-he needed new Secretaries because Julie was too m-mean to him and wouldn’t go to dinner. So-so-so he got robot secretaries! T-t-t-t-t-t-t-then-then-then-then-then-then” She keeps repeating, her head twitching after each and every repetition quite awkwardly. She continues like this as Dolores just stares forward, completely unreactive to what is happening besides her. Dolores’ eye twitches once again. <br /> “So, like, yeah! Pretty normal day” Loretta suddenly says, cutting off her own sentence, making very little sense. <br /> The two robots look forward towards Julie.<br /> “So now we need to review the evidence of the witness testimonies…” She says. Once more her face goes into thinking mode.they are both always just a few moments away from letting artificial drool drop down onto the floor when they do this. <br /> Julie simply stares forward at the two of them. She has been quite passive during the exchange as the robots keep trying to work out what to do next. Her system isn’t necessarily paying attention. She automatically takes notes of the word spoken in front of her, but can rarely do much with that information besides just read it out directly if asked to. If she was a human interacting with these two bots, this whole situation would be radically different. But as they are all just following their own shoddy programming, it is just a slow and inevitable descent into redundancies and failures. <br /> <br /> “R-reev-revie-review complete!” Loretta says. Despite her smile the errors and issues are just getting worse and worse. The two robots are trying to access corrupted memory data from their previous breakdown. While also reconciling two conflicting variables. Their love and support of Mr. Jenkins against the need to litigate against him in support of Julie. <br /> “O-oour I-Information s-shows… LACK OF MEMORY DATA s-showss.. ERROR. ERROR” Dolores begins to say. Her warning messages interrupt her speech in quite the inconvenient way. <br /> <br /> “A-a-according to our review of the witnesses… you do have a c-case-case-case.” Loretta says. <br /> “Mr. Jenkins, like, totally unfairly f-f-f-fired-fired you!” She exclaims, struggling to complete a single sentence without numerous audio and physical glitches. Each word out of her mouth appears to be forced and difficult, as if putting more and more strain on her. As she speaks her body is struggling more and more. No damage to their hardware has taken place just yet, but the overheating from corrupted code could provide an issue. And the stress on their joints and limbs is bigger than usual with the sudden jerking motions they are doing. Each moment she suddenly moves her arm up or down, twitching and shaking different parts and different but usually sudden speeds. None of the bots in the room are built particularly well. Their systems are usually careful not to push their frail pieces to their limits, but that consideration is out of the window when they are glitching out like this.<br /> “M-M-MEMORY BANK E-ERROR E-RROR” <br /> Now even the warning messages are glitching and struggling to be spoken out loud. Their systems are like a tower of cards, once one issue starts, the rest of their computational resources can’t be used to fix it, and it all falls in the end. <br /> <br /> Doloress seems to be suffering from this, as she begins to introduce herself again and again. <br /> “H-hello! I am d-d-d-d-d-dolores! Your PERFECT-PERFECT Lawyer robot!” She says with a smile, but her eyes keep opening and closing at completely random intervals. She stands and moves around erratically. The noise from her heels clacking against the floor is simply astounding. She may be shoddy metal but she is still far heavier than any human being would. Her heels are made out of iron to support her weight, which just makes it louder and louder. Loretta is now up and moving too, walking over and extending her hand out for a handshake. But she is behind Julie, who sits perfectly still in her chair. <br /> “What is going on? You might be broken” She says, but the words of course fall on deaf ears. “What's going on?” She repeats upon receiving no answer. <br /> <br /> Dolores keeps erratically moving around, until eventually she bumps into the shelf behind her. Her eyes lock with Julies for a moment, as an odd little moment passes. For some reason resulting from her jumbled code, Dolores bites her lips as she stares. Some wires are getting crossed internally. Julie is also getting confused by the whole situation. Her flimsy code is incredibly reliant on whoever she is interacting with to make sense. So when faced with these breaking robots, her system is struggling to keep up with them. There is no real stimulus to properly use. Her code doesn’t know how to form a reply when people are speaking in broken sentences, repeating themselves and stuttering like a skipping record. So even her speech is starting to repeat every now and then. Her computer is trying to reconcile, and apply simple shallow logic to this illogical behaviour, and that can cause some issues quickly. <br /> <br /> “Well S-S-S-SINCE this case is r-r-r-ready to go let's take this to the judge-judge-judge-judge” Loretta says, making her way to the door. As she walks, her legs struggle to easily move towards the exit. Her right leg repeats the same step over and over in the same spot, without the left moving for a moment. But eventually she makes it there, and looks back at the other two bots following her with a big bimbo smile. <br /> “L-like yeah! I think-think you have a solid case here Julie.” Dolores says as she follows in suit. Lastly Julie lines up behind her.<br /> “L-lets do it!” Julie says, stuttering over herself for the first time. <br /> And the three walk out in almost single file down the hall. They are moving slower than the humans passing them due to the glitchy movements, but no one seems to care enough. So they are left unbothered as they arrive at the judges office door. <br /> <br /> They open the door and find the judge sitting at his desk, quietly typing away at his laptop. He lowers his reading glasses as the three bots enter. <br /> “Hm? What do you three need?” He asks. Usually you would have to schedule a meeting rather than barging in like this, but this man was quite the forgiving type. He didn’t mind hearing them out. <br /> “W-w-w-we are here to bring you a c-c-case sir! As t-t-totally perfect robot lawyers-lawyers-lawyers” Loretta says to him, her head jankily swaying from side to side. <br /> “Hm? And are you the plaintiff?” He asks Julie, who nods in response. He sighs and puts his glasses down on the table. <br /> “I know you two lawyers are new hires, but I am worried about your poor performance right now. You can’t even complete a full sentence at the moment” He says, staring both of the bots down. <br /> “L-like we are totally perfect robot lawyers! We are g-good!” Dolores replies, before accidentally bumping into Julie, and causing them both to collapse to the floor. It seems like something in Julie's central processing unit seems to have been affected. And it is even worse for Dolores. <br /> “I-I- Hi Julie. Y-you need those kinds of s-s-s-services? Don’t worry, I am your p-perfect robot sex toy-toy-toy-toy” She begins to say. Obviously she has been left with this program since basically anyone who gets a hold of these two end up using it. But it seems the impact and failing code caused her system to get jumbled and confused. Dolores places her bright pink lips on Julie, who does nothing to fight back in her matching partially damaged state. <br /> <br /> Loretta ignores the two as she continues to attempt her job. But she is doing very poorly. <br /> “So we l-l-like talked to witnesses and they-they-they- we-we-we-we said it's true! But Mr. J-jen-jen-jenkins would never do that so the case is d-d-d-d-d-dismissed” She continues with a smile. As her system tries to consolidate all the information in order to tell the judge it just confuses itself more and more. Trying to keep track of the witnesses also being themselves as well as the programmed refusal to admit that Mr. Jenkins could do something unlawful. <br /> Dolores begins to move her hand down between Julie's legs and inside of her jeans. All of these bots are built with partially functional artificial sexual organs, so it doesn’t take long for her to find Julie's silicone pussy. <br /> <br /> Julie's system was trying its absolute best to analyse any of the input she was receiving to make a legible output, but constant errors and failed attempts were taking its toll. So when her computer recognised stimulus it understood, it was eager to put out the encoded response. So the girl who has been the most quiet of the three, suddenly bursts out moaning and Dolores fingers her. <br /> The judge gasps at what is happening before him, but that does little to stop what the bots continue to do. Dolores silences Julie's moans by making out with her as moves her hands. Her fingers continue to glitch and shake within Julie's sexual compartment. As Dolores kisses Julie, there is no room for breathing or anything else. Usually her system would be keeping count of the seconds but is unable to now. It is of good fortune that she is doing this to another robot who can aggressively make out without heavily relying on breathing through their nose. Dolores is making moaning and whimpering noises too, but the audio constantly hitches and breaks, even repeating single second snippets of full audio files over and over again. <br /> But Loretta keeps distracting the judge. She stands right in front of his desk, quite close to the man himself. Her erratic movements are hard to track and her volume is wildly oscillating between incredible quiets and loud yelling. Momentarily leaving the room to sit with the noise of the two bots' broken and buggy sex every now and then. But always quickly cutting back to her garbled speech. <br /> <br /> “S-S-S-S-S-So there is no c-case! Mr. Jenkins is great-great. That's why we came here, to give you the s-s-s-submission form for-for the c-c-case-case- totally perfect case” She continues, each line contradicting the last. At this point the judge barely even knows what to do. It might be easiest if he just lets it play out and waits until the robots are all unable to continue. He can hear the occasional zap sound from Dolores, and some sort of smoking escaping through the cracks in her body. When she fell to the floor it seemed it hit harder than even she was aware of. Dolores’ body had a couple of issues, but most notable of all was the damaged wiring. Some of her wires had been torn, leading to leaking power and sparks. She is currently writhing on the floor with Julie, making out and touching her. Julie’s system is committing hard to the sexual responses, as it is some of the only executed code that is actually functioning right now. But as they make out and their bodies wriggle and writhe against each other, a cable from Dolores’ body slowly gets shoved and whips up, like a hose that's been let go. It creeps up her throat and finds its way to her mouth. The wire is leaking electricity, and it won’t take long for it to come into contact with the artificial saliva that is inside her mouth, and constantly leaking into Julies. <br /> <br /> Loretta is simply repeating herself over and over. Her body is becoming increasingly stiff, the programming for smoother motions seems to be affected by the issues in her computer. With that or her CPU simply can’t handle the stress of the logical issues as well as complex coding and is unable to perform both at once. Her right arm is bent 90 degrees at her elbow and refuses to move, only being rotated around the spherical joint on her shoulder. Maintaining that awkward corner-like form no matter where it moves to. Her left arm has a similar issue, but instead her arm is locked completely stiff and unbent. Just a straight line sticking out, also randomly moving back and forth. <br /> <br /> Her legs are still working a little bit better, but that is offset by having to work on heels the whole time. Her knee hinges are stiff but still moving right. The bigger issue is the sudden erratic movements from the sphere joints at the base of her legs. They cause her legs to shoot out randomly and aren’t reliable at all. It is a miracle she lasted this long, but it was inevitable that she would fall. Another sudden movement, but this time it hits the two bots on the ground, and it hits them quite hard. Loretta falls to the ground. Still trying to move the same way she was before, but slamming into the Judge’s desk and the two other bots. They both buckle from the pressure, but completely ignore it and continue making out. <br /> “W-W-WITNESS testimonies a-a-are-” She continues, but something suddenly cuts her off. <br /> A loud and sudden zap noise bursts through the room. The wire had finally reached up through Dolores’ mechanical body and the electricity quickly travelled through the saliva to electrocute the two robots kissing. They don’t seem to mind at first. Their pathetic whimpers and moans are still the only thing escaping the two of them. But the damage went deeper than their simple systems could ever recognise. It fried parts of their central processing unit. Power stops circulating through Dolores’ body, so the electrical shock stops affecting the two. There are a few brief moments where the residuals of her system keep running until the last little bit of energy is welled up. <br /> “Mm y-y-y-you are just so sexyyyyyyyy……..” She says, powering down by the end of the sentence. Julie was also quite heavily affected by the shock, but it didn't cause her to shut down. Instead she starts making out harder with the now offline Dolores. Her programming is clearly damaged because her form of “making out” is opening her mouth slightly and pressing her face against Dolores. Not moving her lips or much else of her body for that matter. The action seems far more strained, and further little zaps and creaking metal can be heard from her body which was previously silent. Loretta is still shuffling around on the ground, but her speaker has simply worsened and worsened until the point that it is only occasionally that any noise actually escapes. <br /> “Liii-... … Re! … … Wi…” She says, her smile still the same as it ever has been. Completely unwavering no matter what. <br /> <br /> The judge watched all this unfold in such quick succession that there was very little he could do during any of it. But now that it has winded down and the robots don’t seem capable of very much anymore, he calls his assistant. Only a few seconds after he calls, she walks into his room.<br /> “Hello sir. How can I help you?” She says. Her body is a lot less overtly sexual than the two bimbo bots on the floor, but she is still quite nice to look at. Just much more fitting for the environment she is in. She smiles with a similar lifeless robotic expression, but unlike the three bots in front of her, she functions well enough. <br /> “Hi Angela. I need you to handle this for me. Please take these robots back to their office and notify a repair company to come right away. Once you are done, come back to my office so I can draft up a verdict.” He says. Perhaps his assistant's effectiveness can be better attributed to the judges skill in giving her clear and concise tasks. Using her for her primary design functionalities, and not pushing her system. <br /> He opens his laptop and finds a digital version of the submitted form in his inbox from the previous day. He begins reading it over as Angela happily begins dragging the bodies away one by one, while simultaneously calling the relevant company to help fix them, who arrive astonishingly fast. They take a quick look at each of the girls' hardware, needing to strip them down and upon up their bodies to get to the mechanics. One of the men taps into their remaining accessible files and begins work immediately. They give the robot their repair projections and send her on her way. She returns to the judges office as requested. <br /> <br /> “I would like to report that initial projections of repairs are promising, though there is an issue with the plaintiff. She seems to be exhibiting some odd behaviour that can’t be explained by her programming. A fixation for one of the two robots involved in the incident. They are unsure if they can fix this.” She reports, her smile completely unchanged throughout the whole experience. <br /> “Hm, that is good to know. Well if anything that makes my verdict easier. Be sure to note this down and send it to everyone it concerns.” The judge says, as he closes his laptop.<br /> “This is a pretty open and shut case. The defendant is responsible for unlawful firing practices, but as the plaintiff is a machine, the punishments are not as heavy.” He tells his assistant. He rubs his temple for a moment before continuing. <br /> “Have him cover the costs of the repairs as a fine. As for the Lawyers they clearly didn’t work out together, so make sure their memories are correctly wiped and their systems redone. Then you can give the brunette to the plaintiff as compensation for the damages she received. Then you can have the blonde one working here again, but just under more strict management.” He says.<br /> “Did you get all of that?” The judge quickly asks, to ensure his assistant was noting it down.<br /> “Yes sir. It has already been written in an official formal notice.” She replies. <br /> “Good, good. What a mess” He grumbles. <br /> “Could you please fetch me some coffee?” He asks her.<br /> “Of course sir.” The assistant replies.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Proto-Lawyers&diff=189258 2024-10-02T19:34:34Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Julie firmly grips her handbag. She rarely uses it for anything really. The only time her code calls for use of the purse is to grab her lipstick. But by this point the lipstick was run down to the base, and she doesn’t have the brains to replace it. So she reaches in for it, and runs the plastic base of it along her lips. Not even a tiny trail left. Then she walks into the courthouse. She is suing her boss for wrongly firing her, since she didn’t go on a date with...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Julie firmly grips her handbag. She rarely uses it for anything really. The only time her code calls for use of the purse is to grab her lipstick. But by this point the lipstick was run down to the base, and she doesn’t have the brains to replace it. So she reaches in for it, and runs the plastic base of it along her lips. Not even a tiny trail left. Then she walks into the courthouse. <br /> <br /> She is suing her boss for wrongly firing her, since she didn’t go on a date with him. In her place, he hired these two bimbo bots that were absolutely useless. She thinks about how easily they broke apart with even the tiniest bit of logic. She smugly smiles at the thought, without the ability to ever recognise the irony. She steps into the building and makes her way towards the receptionist at the front desk. A job she worked not too long ago. When she walks, her body moves in quite a unique way. The two bots would always jut out awkwardly and had terrible locomotion. But Julie is also quite notably non-human as well. But instead of that janky style, her movements are a lot smoother. Just incredibly stiff. The receptionist watches as her leg rotates on the hinge in her knee. She only moves in one way at a time, so she raises her leg, takes half a second to rotate and then places it down. She does this over and over each time she walks, unable to complete the action in a single collaborative motion. She reaches the receptionist and looks coldly into her eyes. Her face does not show much emotion by default. <br /> “Hi, I am trying to find council room C?” She asks. She faintly smiles as she waits for a response. <br /> “O-oh hi there. It's just down that hall. Follow the signs” She says as she points to the right of her, up near the ceiling at the signage that explains the directions for each room. Julie's face turns that direction but she stares straight down the hall, not even glancing for a moment at the sign. <br /> “I didn’t notice them. Thank you.” She says as she walks off. She makes her way down the halls and passes by many rooms. Lots of different stressed out clients talking to their lawyers, court clerks keeping track of an enormous stack of paperwork, all sorts of things. But finally she makes it to the room mentioned in her email applying for a state-provided lawyer. She opens the door and sees two people behind the desk, which isn’t exactly normal. They are wearing pantsuits that do little to hide their quite shockingly large chests. They have surprisingly plump lips absolutely covered in a thick layer of lipstick. Quite heavy makeup overall. Their hair is almost plastic looking with how perfectly it holds its frame. And upon closer inspection, one might notice the outlines of visible seams along it, suggesting it may be a physical piece painted to imitate hair. The same goes for their body. Despite their faces being quite seemingly human and ideal, around their neck and collarbones, multiple seems show that they are constructed. Assembled machines. They stand up to greet Julie, which is when she notices their modest appearing pencil skirts are incredibly short. <br /> <br /> “Hi Julie!” The first one says. “We are like… your totally perfect robot lawyers!” The other continues. <br /> “Oh no.” Julie says, realising what is happening. The two robots who had originally been involved with this issue in the first place. “Why are you bimbo bots my lawyers! I should only have one lawyer!” Julie yells. She looks at them, and the only difference between her previous meeting with these two and now is the grey outfit which covers a little bit more of their skin. A law office is likely to be at least a little stricter than her old perv of a boss. <br /> “Well, like, what's better than one lawyer? Two lawyers!” The bot on the left says. <br /> “Yeah! Two lawyers!” The other one says, backing her up. Each time they finish a sentence they give this big, obnoxious smile while they wait for a reply. <br /> “My name is Dolores.” Says the brunette, while the blonde one continues with “And I am Loretta!” <br /> “I know! I have already met you two. I am Julie, Mr Jenkins old secretary?” She says, pulling from her memory bank for the name. <br /> “Um…” Loretta says as she thinks for a moment. Thinking truly is a labour for her, with such hilariously low computing power it is a genuine wonder she can ever get anything done. <br /> “I, like, don’t know what you are talking about?” She says, after completing her little internal check. Despite already calling Julie by her name. <br /> “Yeah, we, like, don’t know? We are here to represent you in court!” She says, with her beaming smile radiating off of her face once she finishes speaking. Julie doesn’t know what she means. Her mind is not sophisticated enough to wonder why this would be the case, nor to devise any theories. Instead she just gets upset at these two according to her behavioural patterns outlined in her code. <br /> “So, like, what's the case even about?” Dolores asks, making an exaggerated thinking pose and expression as she does. <br /> “Yeah. Mr. Jenkins is, like, a nice guy!” Loretta responds, also unsure of any of the details.<br /> “Didn’t you read my submission?” Julie says, getting more and more aggravated.<br /> “Let me think! Uh…” Loretta starts. As she begins to search her memory for anything relating to that, her face droops. She is slack jawed, her eyes are unfocused and confused. Finally the same fake plastic expression returns to her face as she replies. <br /> “I, like, haven’t seen anything like that?” She asks, unsure of what Julie even wants from her at this point. <br /> “The court documents! The case that you are helping me with?” Julie asks.<br /> “Oh! We, like, were told that we are your lawyer and that we should wait here for you. Now you are here. Yay!” Dolores celebrates, as if that is the entirety of the task assigned to her. Unaware of the complexities the job entails. <br /> <br /> Julie doesn’t know what to do. Partly at a loss with the stupidity of the two confident robot girls before her. But mostly because her system is simply not built for a scenario like this. Her central processing unit racks its mind for options. It needs to continue through with this process, but these incompetent robots are in the way. And her computer is not smart enough to find the relative authorities and make a complaint. She spoke of a referral document, but she basically had someone tell her exactly how to do it over the phone when she called to make the claim in the first place. So she continues to rack her brains database for any possible options that are available to her. Until the memory of breaking the two robots down before pops into her system. When they first took over her job as secretary, a single sentence confused their systems enough to cause a total breakdown. Now that… that could work. The same obstacle is blocking her, so the same solution should apply. But now her simple and overconfident little system needs to figure out how to break them again. <br /> <br /> “So like… is there anything we can do for you? We are your lawyers after all.” Loretta says, breaking the long silence that had taken place while Julie was slowly thinking. <br /> “What does it mean to be my lawyer?” Julie asks. Maybe to see if there are any issues with their answer, maybe because she doesn’t fully know herself. <br /> “We like… help you with stuff.” Loretta says. <br /> “Yeah like… wait…” Dolores starts before taking her time to think again. Mouth open, artificial drool almost falling out of it. <br /> “We are qualified to offer advice about the law, draft legal documents, or represent individuals such as yourself in legal matters” She reads off even more robotically than her standard voice. <br /> “So… like… yeah!” She finishes off, ending the momentary coherent speech. <br /> <br /> “Well… I am trying to sue Mr. Jenkins for wrongly firing me. How can you help?” Julie asks. <br /> “But… Like… Mr. Jenkins is a good person, he wouldn’t break the law.” Loretta says.<br /> “Yeah, breaking the law makes you a bad person! And Mr. Jenkins is a good person!” Dolores finishes. The two of them maintain the dumbfounded default expression all throughout the conversation. <br /> <br /> “But I am trying to prove he did break the law. And it is your job to help me prove that.” Julie says again. <br /> Right now her system is working harder than it has in a long while. Usually by talking with humans the person is able to keep the conversation moving and eventually direct Julie with how to do whatever she needs. But now that she is talking with these useless bots, her scripts are unable to progress the discussion. They basically are just repeating the same lines over to each other. She can’t think on the spot for a different approach or maybe trying something else. She can only do what her computer tells her to, and her simple computer can only say so much. But even then, her computer is still superior to the database these two “Lawyer” bots are working with. <br /> <br /> “We are your lawyers… s-s-so, like, we help you prove that Mr. Jenkins is bad” Loretta says, stuttering for a moment during her sentence.<br /> “But Mr. Jenkins is nice and good… But we do our job as your Lawyers…” Dolores adds. And while Julie herself doesn’t know how or why, she has stumbled upon exactly what she needed to confuse these bots. These two are hastily relocated from job to job without much care for the quality of their work. So when they were working under Mr. Jenkins as secretaries, he was sure to make their programming love him and always see him as a good person. So when they were repaired for their next job, no one bothered removing their affection for their previous boss. Not releasing their new job would be so directly tied to him once more. They can’t simultaneously perform their programming as lawyers, due to their belief that Mr. Jenkins can do no wrong. These hypocritical understandings are too much for their systems to function with. <br /> <br /> Dolores is starting to repeat herself, never a good sign for a computer system as flimsy as her. <br /> “Mr. Jenkins is g-good. But, we, like, are your lawyers. And he must be b-b-bad” She stutters over a few of her words. <br /> Loretta turns to Julie with an odd expression. It seems she is following new programming given to her for this job. Maybe for the first time this entire interaction.<br /> “So, like, where is your proof?” She asks. “In the paper-form thingy” She clarifies, barely helping it actually make sense. <br /> <br /> “I brought a copy from home for you to sign. This is my document filing for a lawsuit.” Julie says as she reaches into her bag. She didn't know any of these words the week prior. Despite being connected to the Internet, none of these girls’ systems are advanced enough to pull relevant information from the Web. so instead she just repeats Word for word what she has been told before. Similar to how Doroles explained her job description, simply using a copy paste sentence someone put in her head so she is ready for this.<br /> <br /> Julie pulls out the paper and puts it on the table. Her handwriting is absolutely atrocious. Writing is the hardest thing for any bot to nail, the precise movements are just far too complicated. The bimbo bots can't read it at all, but they aren't programmed to. All their computers know is that they asked for proof and they received something that is classified as proof. Without even reading the validity of the document or the allegations precisely made, they are further confused and self contradictory. <br /> <br /> Loretta slides the document over to their side of the table and looks at it closely. Her eyes do not move along the lines of text on the page. It really is just for show. For the human clients who need that sort of assurance. Julie doesn't feel any more comfortable or trusting now. She doesn't really feel much at all. Just obeying the next line of code that comes down the factory line of her head. <br /> <br /> “S-so Mr Jenkins did something, like, illegal?” Dolores asks. She looks over at Loreta. Her neck swivels on an obvious point, no naturalistic movement at all. Her eyes stare towards the bot but just barely miss her. It isn't absurdly obvious but you can see she is always just looking past someone, rather than truly looking at them. Her hardware is an absolute mess.<br /> “Mr. Jenkins broke the law… but, like, he is a good guy-guy-guy-guy…” Loretta starts to repeat, and she doesn't stop. Her lips stop moving and return to that idiot bimbo smile. But the sound keeps coming from the speaker in her throat that emits her speech. It is more muted now that her mouth is closed but it is very much audible. Her hands which are usually placed daintily in her lap are now on the table, twitching and shaking. <br /> “Mr Jenkins is just g-great. But he is so b-bad” Dolores says, the cogs in her brain turning ever so slowly. <br /> <br /> <br /> It is at this point both of their systems momentarily go into a fugue state. Just like when they are trying to think really hard, both of their faces droop. Dolores’ big, plump lips hang open, her eyes ever so slightly drifting upwards. Not even a feigned presence in their expression. They hang like this for a shockingly long time, longer than any previous time before. Their arms limply dangle as they slightly slouch in their chairs. It seems this issue was far too much for them to figure out, as Julie just mindlessly waits for them to spring back to life. Or at least the poor imitation of life they usually sport. <br /> <br /> Eventually Loretta comes back first. But something seems wrong. She looks back at Julie, and smiles broadly. And one of her arms is cutely placed in her lap, the ultimate facsimile of the sexy eye candy ditzy coworker. But her other arm remains inactive and loose. <br /> “So, like, as part of the litigation process, we have to send a demand letter thingy to the accused” She says. Her tone is still as bubbly as before. It seems upon trying to resolve the issue with conflicting information, she just reset back into her Lawyer routine. This is the first time Julie has ever seen them really doing their job properly. When Mr. Jenkins hired them, all they had to do was wear skimpy outfits, fetch him coffee, and tell Julie “no”. <br /> <br /> Now it is Dolores who awakens back to the situation and beams at Julie again.<br /> “So we need to begin by verifying your claims! So, like, were there any witnesses to the incident this is about?” Dolores asks Julie.<br /> “Yeah, you two were there. You were the ones who told me I was fired in the first place.” Julie explains. The two of them blink once. Then fall back to their thinking face. But luckily they quickly return after. <br /> “Great!” Loretta starts. “Since the witnesses are here, we can conduct the interview right a-a-a-away! We are, like, totally perfect robot lawyers so we can r-r-r-record them as we talk!” She stutters. Problems arising once again. She swivels her head sharply to Dolores. A turn that would be very hard for any human to make, since her body didn’t move at all. Her chest is still facing forward, but her head made a full 90 degree turn quite suddenly. <br /> “So, Like, Dolores, can you tell us what happened on the 21st of September this year at 9am?” She says, reading off the date in a more robotic tone than the rest. It is always quite noticeable when they are speaking normally or basically reading off a separate string file. <br /> <br /> “Well I was working for the wonderful Mr. Jenkins, when Julie came in asking to see him. I informed Julie that she was fired-ired.” She glitches for a moment. <br /> “Julie says it is because s-s-she didn’t go to d-dinner with him. T-t-t-then we got Mr. Jenkins some donuts-donuts-donuts…” She says, trailing off as she repeats herself for a moment. <br /> Dolores goes blank for a second, thinking about what she just said and what comes next. <br /> “WARNING: MEMORY BANK CORRUPTED. DATA NOT FOUND” She blurts out, before going slack again. Then she seemingly returns to normal. <br /> “Then my memory bank is completely empty! That's, like, what happened!” She says happily. But as she speaks her right eye is beginning to twitch. <br /> “Thank you for your testimony, I have recorded it. C-could you please interview the o-o-other witness?” Loretta asks her. She began rotating her head over to Julie but snapped back to Dolores. She repeats this shocking motion a few times before landing and staying on Dolores. Julie can hear some odd noises coming from her body, as if more and more of her system is beginning to fail. <br /> “Loretta, what happened on theeeeeeeeeeeeee… 21st of September this year at 9am?” She repeats from before, but gets stuck on one of her words. Luckily she is able to continue quickly. She stares completely forward as she says this, looking at Julie while talking to Loretta. <br /> “Well, Like, I was working my job as a totally perfect robot secretary! The lovely Julie came in, so I told her she was fired. Mr. Jenkins needed totally p-p-perfect robot secretaries that he could take to d-d-d-dinner.” She says, her voice slowing as he continues. She speaks at an absolute crawl until the last sentence at which point she speeds up to at least 2.5 times speed. She finishes her sentence and gives a great big smile as usual. Her plump, glistening lip gloss lips almost inviting Julie. <br /> <br /> “Mr. Jenkins said h-h-he needed new Secretaries because Julie was too m-mean to him and wouldn’t go to dinner. So-so-so he got robot secretaries! T-t-t-t-t-t-t-then-then-then-then-then-then” She keeps repeating, her head twitching after each and every repetition quite awkwardly. She continues like this as Dolores just stares forward, completely unreactive to what is happening besides her. Dolores’ eye twitches once again. <br /> “So, like, yeah! Pretty normal day” Loretta suddenly says, cutting off her own sentence, making very little sense. <br /> The two robots look forward towards Julie.<br /> “So now we need to review the evidence of the witness testimonies…” She says. Once more her face goes into thinking mode.they are both always just a few moments away from letting artificial drool drop down onto the floor when they do this. <br /> Julie simply stares forward at the two of them. She has been quite passive during the exchange as the robots keep trying to work out what to do next. Her system isn’t necessarily paying attention. She automatically takes notes of the word spoken in front of her, but can rarely do much with that information besides just read it out directly if asked to. If she was a human interacting with these two bots, this whole situation would be radically different. But as they are all just following their own shoddy programming, it is just a slow and inevitable descent into redundancies and failures. <br /> <br /> “R-reev-revie-review complete!” Loretta says. Despite her smile the errors and issues are just getting worse and worse. The two robots are trying to access corrupted memory data from their previous breakdown. While also reconciling two conflicting variables. Their love and support of Mr. Jenkins against the need to litigate against him in support of Julie. <br /> “O-oour I-Information s-shows… LACK OF MEMORY DATA s-showss.. ERROR. ERROR” Dolores begins to say. Her warning messages interrupt her speech in quite the inconvenient way. <br /> <br /> “A-a-according to our review of the witnesses… you do have a c-case-case-case.” Loretta says. <br /> “Mr. Jenkins, like, totally unfairly f-f-f-fired-fired you!” She exclaims, struggling to complete a single sentence without numerous audio and physical glitches. Each word out of her mouth appears to be forced and difficult, as if putting more and more strain on her. As she speaks her body is struggling more and more. No damage to their hardware has taken place just yet, but the overheating from corrupted code could provide an issue. And the stress on their joints and limbs is bigger than usual with the sudden jerking motions they are doing. Each moment she suddenly moves her arm up or down, twitching and shaking different parts and different but usually sudden speeds. None of the bots in the room are built particularly well. Their systems are usually careful not to push their frail pieces to their limits, but that consideration is out of the window when they are glitching out like this.<br /> “M-M-MEMORY BANK E-ERROR E-RROR” <br /> Now even the warning messages are glitching and struggling to be spoken out loud. Their systems are like a tower of cards, once one issue starts, the rest of their computational resources can’t be used to fix it, and it all falls in the end. <br /> <br /> Doloress seems to be suffering from this, as she begins to introduce herself again and again. <br /> “H-hello! I am d-d-d-d-d-dolores! Your PERFECT-PERFECT Lawyer robot!” She says with a smile, but her eyes keep opening and closing at completely random intervals. She stands and moves around erratically. The noise from her heels clacking against the floor is simply astounding. She may be shoddy metal but she is still far heavier than any human being would. Her heels are made out of iron to support her weight, which just makes it louder and louder. Loretta is now up and moving too, walking over and extending her hand out for a handshake. But she is behind Julie, who sits perfectly still in her chair. <br /> “What is going on? You might be broken” She says, but the words of course fall on deaf ears. “What's going on?” She repeats upon receiving no answer. <br /> <br /> Dolores keeps erratically moving around, until eventually she bumps into the shelf behind her. Her eyes lock with Julies for a moment, as an odd little moment passes. For some reason resulting from her jumbled code, Dolores bites her lips as she stares. Some wires are getting crossed internally. Julie is also getting confused by the whole situation. Her flimsy code is incredibly reliant on whoever she is interacting with to make sense. So when faced with these breaking robots, her system is struggling to keep up with them. There is no real stimulus to properly use. Her code doesn’t know how to form a reply when people are speaking in broken sentences, repeating themselves and stuttering like a skipping record. So even her speech is starting to repeat every now and then. Her computer is trying to reconcile, and apply simple shallow logic to this illogical behaviour, and that can cause some issues quickly. <br /> <br /> “Well S-S-S-SINCE this case is r-r-r-ready to go let's take this to the judge-judge-judge-judge” Loretta says, making her way to the door. As she walks, her legs struggle to easily move towards the exit. Her right leg repeats the same step over and over in the same spot, without the left moving for a moment. But eventually she makes it there, and looks back at the other two bots following her with a big bimbo smile. <br /> “L-like yeah! I think-think you have a solid case here Julie.” Dolores says as she follows in suit. Lastly Julie lines up behind her.<br /> “L-lets do it!” Julie says, stuttering over herself for the first time. <br /> And the three walk out in almost single file down the hall. They are moving slower than the humans passing them due to the glitchy movements, but no one seems to care enough. So they are left unbothered as they arrive at the judges office door. <br /> <br /> They open the door and find the judge sitting at his desk, quietly typing away at his laptop. He lowers his reading glasses as the three bots enter. <br /> “Hm? What do you three need?” He asks. Usually you would have to schedule a meeting rather than barging in like this, but this man was quite the forgiving type. He didn’t mind hearing them out. <br /> “W-w-w-we are here to bring you a c-c-case sir! As t-t-totally perfect robot lawyers-lawyers-lawyers” Loretta says to him, her head jankily swaying from side to side. <br /> “Hm? And are you the plaintiff?” He asks Julie, who nods in response. He sighs and puts his glasses down on the table. <br /> “I know you two lawyers are new hires, but I am worried about your poor performance right now. You can’t even complete a full sentence at the moment” He says, staring both of the bots down. <br /> “L-like we are totally perfect robot lawyers! We are g-good!” Dolores replies, before accidentally bumping into Julie, and causing them both to collapse to the floor. It seems like something in Julie's central processing unit seems to have been affected. And it is even worse for Dolores. <br /> “I-I- Hi Julie. Y-you need those kinds of s-s-s-services? Don’t worry, I am your p-perfect robot sex toy-toy-toy-toy” She begins to say. Obviously she has been left with this program since basically anyone who gets a hold of these two end up using it. But it seems the impact and failing code caused her system to get jumbled and confused. Dolores places her bright pink lips on Julie, who does nothing to fight back in her matching partially damaged state. <br /> <br /> Loretta ignores the two as she continues to attempt her job. But she is doing very poorly. <br /> “So we l-l-like talked to witnesses and they-they-they- we-we-we-we said it's true! But Mr. J-jen-jen-jenkins would never do that so the case is d-d-d-d-d-dismissed” She continues with a smile. As her system tries to consolidate all the information in order to tell the judge it just confuses itself more and more. Trying to keep track of the witnesses also being themselves as well as the programmed refusal to admit that Mr. Jenkins could do something unlawful. <br /> Dolores begins to move her hand down between Julie's legs and inside of her jeans. All of these bots are built with partially functional artificial sexual organs, so it doesn’t take long for her to find Julie's silicone pussy. <br /> <br /> Julie's system was trying its absolute best to analyse any of the input she was receiving to make a legible output, but constant errors and failed attempts were taking its toll. So when her computer recognised stimulus it understood, it was eager to put out the encoded response. So the girl who has been the most quiet of the three, suddenly bursts out moaning and Dolores fingers her. <br /> The judge gasps at what is happening before him, but that does little to stop what the bots continue to do. Dolores silences Julie's moans by making out with her as moves her hands. Her fingers continue to glitch and shake within Julie's sexual compartment. As Dolores kisses Julie, there is no room for breathing or anything else. Usually her system would be keeping count of the seconds but is unable to now. It is of good fortune that she is doing this to another robot who can aggressively make out without heavily relying on breathing through their nose. Dolores is making moaning and whimpering noises too, but the audio constantly hitches and breaks, even repeating single second snippets of full audio files over and over again. <br /> But Loretta keeps distracting the judge. She stands right in front of his desk, quite close to the man himself. Her erratic movements are hard to track and her volume is wildly oscillating between incredible quiets and loud yelling. Momentarily leaving the room to sit with the noise of the two bots' broken and buggy sex every now and then. But always quickly cutting back to her garbled speech. <br /> <br /> “S-S-S-S-S-So there is no c-case! Mr. Jenkins is great-great. That's why we came here, to give you the s-s-s-submission form for-for the c-c-case-case- totally perfect case” She continues, each line contradicting the last. At this point the judge barely even knows what to do. It might be easiest if he just lets it play out and waits until the robots are all unable to continue. He can hear the occasional zap sound from Dolores, and some sort of smoking escaping through the cracks in her body. When she fell to the floor it seemed it hit harder than even she was aware of. Dolores’ body had a couple of issues, but most notable of all was the damaged wiring. Some of her wires had been torn, leading to leaking power and sparks. She is currently writhing on the floor with Julie, making out and touching her. Julie’s system is committing hard to the sexual responses, as it is some of the only executed code that is actually functioning right now. But as they make out and their bodies wriggle and writhe against each other, a cable from Dolores’ body slowly gets shoved and whips up, like a hose that's been let go. It creeps up her throat and finds its way to her mouth. The wire is leaking electricity, and it won’t take long for it to come into contact with the artificial saliva that is inside her mouth, and constantly leaking into Julies. <br /> <br /> Loretta is simply repeating herself over and over. Her body is becoming increasingly stiff, the programming for smoother motions seems to be affected by the issues in her computer. With that or her CPU simply can’t handle the stress of the logical issues as well as complex coding and is unable to perform both at once. Her right arm is bent 90 degrees at her elbow and refuses to move, only being rotated around the spherical joint on her shoulder. Maintaining that awkward corner-like form no matter where it moves to. Her left arm has a similar issue, but instead her arm is locked completely stiff and unbent. Just a straight line sticking out, also randomly moving back and forth. <br /> <br /> Her legs are still working a little bit better, but that is offset by having to work on heels the whole time. Her knee hinges are stiff but still moving right. The bigger issue is the sudden erratic movements from the sphere joints at the base of her legs. They cause her legs to shoot out randomly and aren’t reliable at all. It is a miracle she lasted this long, but it was inevitable that she would fall. Another sudden movement, but this time it hits the two bots on the ground, and it hits them quite hard. Loretta falls to the ground. Still trying to move the same way she was before, but slamming into the Judge’s desk and the two other bots. They both buckle from the pressure, but completely ignore it and continue making out. <br /> “W-W-WITNESS testimonies a-a-are-” She continues, but something suddenly cuts her off. <br /> A loud and sudden zap noise bursts through the room. The wire had finally reached up through Dolores’ mechanical body and the electricity quickly travelled through the saliva to electrocute the two robots kissing. They don’t seem to mind at first. Their pathetic whimpers and moans are still the only thing escaping the two of them. But the damage went deeper than their simple systems could ever recognise. It fried parts of their central processing unit. Power stops circulating through Dolores’ body, so the electrical shock stops affecting the two. There are a few brief moments where the residuals of her system keep running until the last little bit of energy is welled up. <br /> “Mm y-y-y-you are just so sexyyyyyyyy……..” She says, powering down by the end of the sentence. Julie was also quite heavily affected by the shock, but it didn't cause her to shut down. Instead she starts making out harder with the now offline Dolores. Her programming is clearly damaged because her form of “making out” is opening her mouth slightly and pressing her face against Dolores. Not moving her lips or much else of her body for that matter. The action seems far more strained, and further little zaps and creaking metal can be heard from her body which was previously silent. Loretta is still shuffling around on the ground, but her speaker has simply worsened and worsened until the point that it is only occasionally that any noise actually escapes. <br /> “Liii-... … Re! … … Wi…” She says, her smile still the same as it ever has been. Completely unwavering no matter what. <br /> <br /> The judge watched all this unfold in such quick succession that there was very little he could do during any of it. But now that it has winded down and the robots don’t seem capable of very much anymore, he calls his assistant. Only a few seconds after he calls, she walks into his room.<br /> “Hello sir. How can I help you?” She says. Her body is a lot less overtly sexual than the two bimbo bots on the floor, but she is still quite nice to look at. Just much more fitting for the environment she is in. She smiles with a similar lifeless robotic expression, but unlike the three bots in front of her, she functions well enough. <br /> “Hi Angela. I need you to handle this for me. Please take these robots back to their office and notify a repair company to come right away. Once you are done, come back to my office so I can draft up a verdict.” He says. Perhaps his assistant's effectiveness can be better attributed to the judges skill in giving her clear and concise tasks. Using her for her primary design functionalities, and not pushing her system. <br /> He opens his laptop and finds a digital version of the submitted form in his inbox from the previous day. He begins reading it over as Angela happily begins dragging the bodies away one by one, while simultaneously calling the relevant company to help fix them, who arrive astonishingly fast. They take a quick look at each of the girls' hardware, needing to strip them down and upon up their bodies to get to the mechanics. One of the men taps into their remaining accessible files and begins work immediately. They give the robot their repair projections and send her on her way. She returns to the judges office as requested. <br /> <br /> “I would like to report that initial projections of repairs are promising, though there is an issue with the plaintiff. She seems to be exhibiting some odd behaviour that can’t be explained by her programming. A fixation for one of the two robots involved in the incident. They are unsure if they can fix this.” She reports, her smile completely unchanged throughout the whole experience. <br /> “Hm, that is good to know. Well if anything that makes my verdict easier. Be sure to note this down and send it to everyone it concerns.” The judge says, as he closes his laptop.<br /> “This is a pretty open and shut case. The defendant is responsible for unlawful firing practices, but as the plaintiff is a machine, the punishments are not as heavy.” He tells his assistant. He rubs his temple for a moment before continuing. <br /> “Have him cover the costs of the repairs as a fine. As for the Lawyers they clearly didn’t work out together, so make sure their memories are correctly wiped and their systems redone. Then you can give the brunette to the plaintiff as compensation for the damages she received. Then you can have the blonde one working here again, but just under more strict management.” He says.<br /> “Did you get all of that?” The judge quickly asks, to ensure his assistant was noting it down.<br /> “Yes sir. It has already been written in an official formal notice.” She replies. <br /> “Good, good. What a mess” He grumbles. <br /> “Could you please fetch me some coffee?” He asks her.<br /> “Of course sir.” The assistant replies.</div>

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Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]<br /> #[[About The I-12 Kronicles]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 1: R.O.S.I.E]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 2: Gina]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 3: Rochelle]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 4: Maisie]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 5: Chase]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 6: Liza-Beta]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 7: The Homecoming]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 8: One Zero Nightmare]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 9: Miseries Miracles &amp; More Miseries]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 10: Inspektor Jekyll, Gone Mr. Hyde?]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11: The Legends of KFC &amp; Blueboy]]<br /> #[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11a: Dual Homage II]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Return Home]]<br /> #[[Free Shipping]]<br /> #[[Annie's Successor]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Battery|Battery]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Darkbutflashy)]]<br /> #[[Hard_Robot_Lesbians|Hard Robot Lesbians (Courtney gears-Betty Sparks shipping)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Maryanne One]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bilbo1|Bilbo1]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Processed Love]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]<br /> #[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]<br /> #[[TITAN S]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/blond111|blond111]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Kiabot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/bolton|bolton]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Skin]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bombforabooty|Bombforabooty]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Public Explosions]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Wife Repair]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/boolean2|boolean2]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Clearance]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Purchase...]]<br /> #[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]<br /> #[[The Job Interview]]<br /> #[[Family Matters]]<br /> #[[The Halloween Story]]<br /> #[[The Interrogation]]<br /> #[[Their Side of Events]]<br /> #[[The Handler]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Offer]]<br /> #[[Illusionistic]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Corporate Espionage]]<br /> #[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]<br /> #[[Eudoxia]]<br /> #[[One More Fare]]<br /> #[[Open And Shut Case]]<br /> #[[Over Some Drinks]]<br /> #[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]<br /> #[[Standard Of Deviation]]<br /> #[[The Ersatz Cadet]]<br /> #[[The Hustler]]<br /> #[[The Real Deal]]<br /> #[[Three Pawns]]<br /> #[[Tinted Windows]]<br /> #[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]<br /> #[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]<br /> #[[Cyberknight Dreams]]<br /> #[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]<br /> #[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]<br /> #[[Tammy]]<br /> #[[Bunnybots - Ava]]<br /> #[[Tammy: Eve]]<br /> #[[The Actress]]<br /> #[[Cassandra]]<br /> #[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]<br /> #[[A Lazy Afternoon]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Nightingale's Song]]<br /> #[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]<br /> #[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]<br /> #[[The Vanishing Warlord]]<br /> #[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]<br /> #[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]<br /> #[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]<br /> #[[Galatea]]<br /> #[[The Contest Winner]]<br /> #[[Droid Hunter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''C'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Cam_1361|Cam_1361]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled (Cam_1361)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Jenny6525B]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/CaptainStorytime|CaptainStorytime]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Gift Unwanted]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Jeopardy 2104]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/CheeseMaker|CheeseMaker]]===<br /> #[[Man Made Relationship]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Gallinax]]<br /> #[[Christmas Surprise]]<br /> #[[The Prison]]<br /> #[[Miriam]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fleshware Requiem]]<br /> #[[Apocalypse Doll - Celebrity Edition]]<br /> #[[Robot Power]]<br /> #[[Golden Apple]]<br /> #[[Melting Point]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/ChaosSeeder|ChaosSeeder]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Programming an Adventure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/chepamasta|chepamasta]]===<br /> <br /> #[[That's what friends are for!]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Autopia]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/code_author|code_author]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Pressure on a Relationship]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Danni - A Conversion]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Re-Constructed]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;'''&lt;big&gt;D&lt;/big&gt;'''&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Meeting At Meg's]]<br /> #[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]<br /> #[[Obsolescence]]<br /> #[[Leona]]<br /> #[[A Fembot Adventure]]<br /> #[[Of Rent and Robots]]<br /> #[[Certain Contradictions]]<br /> #[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]<br /> #[[First Date]]<br /> #[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]<br /> #[[The Plaything]]<br /> #[[Too Much of a Good Thing]]<br /> #[[Trixie or Treat]]<br /> #[[Home Trial (AUDIO)]]<br /> #[[Two for the Naughty List]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Universal Remote]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mike and Mary]]<br /> #[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===<br /> <br /> #[[June]]<br /> #[[Sara 3]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[戦闘機械 綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]<br /> #[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Volleybot]]<br /> #[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]<br /> #[[Training lesson]]<br /> #[[Fembot technician]]<br /> #[[Studio]]<br /> #[[Beer girl]]<br /> #[[Meet on bus]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Robot]]<br /> #[[TD Walkman Mall]]<br /> #[[Smashed]]<br /> #[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]<br /> #[[Witch Hazel]]<br /> #[[Chloe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Door To Door]]<br /> #[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Dubhdanaidh|Dubhdanaidh]]===<br /> #[[Mairi]]<br /> #[[Lila]]<br /> #[[Marrion-23]]<br /> #[[Naomi]]<br /> #[[Nikki]]<br /> #[[Drinks After Work]]<br /> #[[The Morning After - Candy 1000]]<br /> #[[The Morning After - Noah 990]]<br /> #[[The Morning After - Jenny 3000]]<br /> #[[Rene]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===<br /> <br /> *[[Lina]]<br /> *[[Writing As We Go]]<br /> *[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]<br /> <br /> Season 1:<br /> <br /> #[[Vicki's New Life]]<br /> #[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]<br /> #[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]<br /> #[[Unmade, Unbroken]]<br /> #[[Out of this World]]<br /> #[[ShowStopper]]<br /> #[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]<br /> #[[The Family of Steel]]<br /> #[[Electric Child]]<br /> #[[Toys in the Attic]]<br /> #[[A House Divided]]<br /> #[[Kirsten's Choice]]<br /> #[[Epsilon]]<br /> #[[Cold Blood]]<br /> #[[Lawson's Eleven]]<br /> #[[A Criminal Mind]]<br /> #[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]<br /> #[[Falling Away]]<br /> #[[Valley of the Damned]]<br /> <br /> Season 2:<br /> <br /> #[[Mr. Roboto]]<br /> #[[Only Human]]<br /> #[[Beast]]<br /> #[[Dragon]]<br /> #[[Broken]]<br /> #[[King Nothing]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Automated Seduction]]<br /> #[[Reunion]]<br /> #[[$tacks Casino]]<br /> #[[The Neoprene Demon]]<br /> #[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]<br /> #[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]<br /> #[[T3SS4_M84U]]<br /> #[[Soviet Doll]]<br /> #[[Administrative Assistant]]<br /> #[[How To Transform Your Partner]]<br /> #[[IS4B3LL4 M84U (Truck Lot Bot)]]<br /> #[[Terminatrix - Genesis|Terminatrix]]<br /> #[[Close Call at the Costume Contest]]<br /> #[[Catwoman: An Erotic Fembot Novella]]<br /> #[[Programmed Competition]]<br /> #[[AVANT_ROBOTICS_GRLFRND]]<br /> #[[Sleeping Angel]]<br /> #[[CandyBot 007 in ‘A Spy Unraveled’]]<br /> #[[Truck Lot Bot]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''E'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Courtesy Suites]]<br /> #[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]<br /> #[[Choices]]<br /> #[[The Playroom]]<br /> #[[Market Test]]<br /> #[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]<br /> #[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]<br /> #[[April]]<br /> #[[1962]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]<br /> #[[Electric Sleep]]<br /> #[[Electric Dreams]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Plantation &quot;Sister-In-Law&quot;]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''F'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]<br /> #[[Robots are Us]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Maid]]<br /> #[[Dead Dog Two]]<br /> #[[Setting Things Straight]]<br /> #[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]<br /> #[[Cybersocialites]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dora]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]<br /> #[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]<br /> #[[Sour Candy]]<br /> #[[Model Citizen]]<br /> #[[The Magi and the Harem]]<br /> #[[Achilles Heels]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]<br /> #[[The Bridesmaid]]<br /> #[[The Secret]]<br /> #[[True Lies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Nannybot1000A]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Numerology]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Question Of Faith]]<br /> #[[A Question Of Liberty]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Frenchman319|Frenchman319]]===<br /> #[[Un léger dysfonctionnement au bureau]]<br /> #[[A Conclusive Safety Test]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/FTLTraveler|FTLTraveler]]===<br /> #[[Dreamchaser]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''G'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/General|General]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Access Denied]]<br /> #[[Blue Chips]]<br /> #[[The Rental]]<br /> #[[History In The Flesh]]<br /> #[[A Second Life]]<br /> #[[Talk Radio]]<br /> #[[What You Leave Behind]]<br /> #[[Focus]]<br /> #[[Modifying the Contract]]<br /> #[[Tech Support]]<br /> #[[Bounty]]<br /> #[[The Grinder]]<br /> #[[Pinebarrens Hunter]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Flatmate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Unfinished ATM]]<br /> #[[No Refunds Offered]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Fight Too Far]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Goose|Goose]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Anto: Girl of my dreams]]<br /> #[[Mia and Kristin-Limited Edition]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sentimental Perfection]]<br /> #[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]<br /> <br /> *[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe<br /> <br /> #[[That Which Was Left Behind]]<br /> #[[Rochelle's Justice]]<br /> #[[A Day at the Ranges]]<br /> <br /> *Side/Fan stories to other writers' series:<br /> <br /> #[[Nemesis]]<br /> #[[A Stay At Hotel Automata]]<br /> #[[A Nova At Hotel Automata]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Teacher]]<br /> #[[A New Purpose]]<br /> #[[Chopping Wood]]<br /> #[[Sacrifice]]<br /> #[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Third Time's The Charm]]<br /> #[[The Christmas Present]]<br /> #[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]<br /> #[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]<br /> #[[Electra]]<br /> #[[Maid to Order]]<br /> #[[Exo Saves the Day]]<br /> #[[What Once Was Lost]]<br /> #[[Lost but Found]]<br /> #[[Corrupted]]<br /> #[[Simulating Wilderness]]<br /> #[[All Wrapped Up]]<br /> #[[Shop Girls]]<br /> #[[In Just Seven Days...]]<br /> #[[A Curious Girl in a Cruel World]]<br /> #[[Tethered]]<br /> #[[Building a Perfect Mate]]<br /> #[[Falling Awake]]<br /> #[[Shame.exe]]<br /> #[[The Sales Pitch]]<br /> #[[Passing Mustard]]<br /> #[[Crashing Your Crush]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''H'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Jumplead]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]<br /> #[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Yet Untitled Story]]<br /> #[[Loveless]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Hyperspace51|Hyperspace51]]===<br /> #[[Used]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/HypnoticProse|HypnoticProse]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''I'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sloane]]<br /> #[[Quiet Night In]]<br /> #[[Emergency Repair]]<br /> #[[Registration]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Robbery]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''J'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===<br /> <br /> #[[K600]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Back To The Circuit Board]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===<br /> <br /> #[[An Inside Job]]<br /> #[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===<br /> <br /> #[[First Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Karen's Date]]<br /> #[[Doctor Who fanfic]]<br /> #[[A Trip to the ER]]<br /> #[[Loyalty]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Crash]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''K'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Monday]]<br /> #[[Friday]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mistress Mira]]<br /> #[[R-Bots]]<br /> #[[Two-Perfect!]]<br /> #[[Mmmmegan]]<br /> #[[Merger]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Charlie 25]]<br /> #[[Reflections]]<br /> #[[Service Call]]<br /> #[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The &quot;Lost Chapter&quot;)<br /> #[[Hell's Canary]]<br /> #[[Are You Serious?]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Perfection]]<br /> #[[Repo]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]<br /> #[[T-Series - Actual Story]]<br /> #[[Synth-Co]]<br /> #[[Yet to be Titled Story]]<br /> #[[Deep Research]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Long Sleep]]<br /> #[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]<br /> #[[The Robo-Lover]]<br /> #[[Androids At War]]<br /> #[[Death]]<br /> #[[Rebirth]]<br /> #[[Nova's First Job]]<br /> #[[The Vile Collector]]<br /> #[[NVA Showdown]]<br /> #[[The Mourning After]]<br /> #[[The House of the Dead]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Guest]]<br /> #[[Voice of the Void]]<br /> #[[Garbage]]<br /> #[[Fangs of Steel]]<br /> #[[Killers]]<br /> #[[Fate]]<br /> #[[Berserker]]<br /> #[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]<br /> #[[I Didn't Know]]<br /> #[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]<br /> #[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]<br /> #[[The World Walker]]<br /> #[[Glory]]<br /> #[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===<br /> <br /> #[[An Afternoon To Remember]]<br /> #[[Holiday In The Sun]]<br /> #[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]<br /> #[[After the Makeover]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Korby)]]<br /> #[[JLA/Fembots]]<br /> #[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]<br /> #[[Remaking Rebecca]]<br /> #[[Another Makeover]]<br /> #[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]<br /> #[[The Appointment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]<br /> #[[1985, Paris, France...]]<br /> #[[The Golden Dawn]]<br /> #[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]<br /> #[[Saucy Puppet Show]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot User Manual]]<br /> #[[Cindy]]<br /> #[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''L'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===<br /> <br /> #[[My Life as a Sexbot]]<br /> #[[AlyssaBot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Lilith|Lilith]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Love After the Battlefield]]<br /> #[[TPU-SOA Hack Job]]<br /> #[[College Story Anthology]]<br /> #[[CyberSlinger]]<br /> #[[Blind Troubleshooting Stream]]<br /> #[[Best Friends (Comic - WIP)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Surprising Breakfast]]<br /> #[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]<br /> #[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Ride Home]]<br /> #[[Demonstration Unit]]<br /> #[[A Change of Hair]]<br /> #[[The Cook]]<br /> #[[The Stewards]]<br /> #[[Processor Test]]<br /> #[[Sugar Cube Girl]]<br /> #[[The Cure]]<br /> #[[Super X Clean]]<br /> #[[Contraband]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Final Frontier]]<br /> #[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]<br /> ##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]<br /> #[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]<br /> ##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]<br /> #[[Solipsistic]]<br /> #[[Electrostatic]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]<br /> #[[Diagnostic]]<br /> #[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]<br /> #[[The Co-Star]]<br /> #[[Bot Town Blues]]<br /> #[[Salvage]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]<br /> #[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]<br /> #[[Nihilistic]]<br /> #[[Fire Hazard]]<br /> #[[House Call]]<br /> #[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]<br /> #[[The Haunted Manor]]<br /> #[[Omnic Replica]]<br /> #[[Naughty or Nice]]<br /> #[[CRASH IMMELMANN IN: OVERTURE REQUIEM PROTOCOL: M.I.L.F!]]<br /> #[[Under the Influence]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''M'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Maxyz|Maxyz]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cyber Angels]]<br /> #[[Spectrum Dolls]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Tales of Syntech]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 2]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 3]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 4]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 5]]<br /> #[[Tales of Syntech 6]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MalfunctioningGynoid|MalfunctioningGynoid]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Falling Out]]<br /> #[[LifeLike Incorporated]]<br /> #[[Travel Troubles]]<br /> #[[Wedding Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Start to Something Big]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Cancelled Project]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MechaStar81|MechaStar81]]===<br /> #[[Magic Manifesting In Machinery]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]<br /> #[[Human Failure. (2200)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Shannon's Third Law]]<br /> #[[Tiffany's Third Law]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Bounty Hunter]]<br /> #[[Best Friends]]<br /> #[[Fighting Love]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]<br /> #[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]<br /> #[[Blood Angel]]<br /> #[[Deception]]<br /> #[[Errors And Glitches]]<br /> #[[Family Affair]]<br /> #[[Family Life]]<br /> #[[Favourite Parodies]]<br /> #[[Lonely With The Ages]]<br /> #[[Lying And Cheating!]]<br /> #[[My Tutor]]<br /> #[[Not Perfect]]<br /> #[[Regret]]<br /> #[[Secret Wishes]]<br /> #[[Secretaries]]<br /> #[[Shock]]<br /> #[[Spanish Fly Virus]]<br /> #[[Tennis, Anyone?]]<br /> #[[The Lullaby]]<br /> #[[The Package]]<br /> #[[The Red Roses]]<br /> #[[The Student]]<br /> #[[The Temp]]<br /> #[[The Visit]]<br /> #[[Visiting The In-Laws]]<br /> #[[A Nice Gesture]]<br /> #[[Ever Lasting Smile]]<br /> #[[Finding True Happiness]]<br /> #[[Alive?]]<br /> #[[The New Girl]]<br /> #[[The Nurse]]<br /> #[[Chase]]<br /> #[[The First Time...]]<br /> #[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]<br /> #[[The Unwanted Gift]]<br /> #[[Losing One's Self]]<br /> #[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]<br /> #[[Sitting On The Couch]]<br /> #[[Can You Fix It?]]<br /> #[[Ugly]]<br /> #[[Finally]]<br /> #[[Bad Dreams]]<br /> #[[Apartment 7]]<br /> #[[Married to a Machine]]<br /> #[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]<br /> #[[Remote Me]]<br /> #[[Missing]]<br /> #[[Roll With It]]<br /> #[[Still Rolling]]<br /> #[[Happy Easter]]<br /> #[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]<br /> #[[Testing, 1,2,3]]<br /> #[[Why worry?]]<br /> #[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]<br /> #[[Cat Out of the Bag]]<br /> #[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]<br /> #[[I Did Astro's Mom]]<br /> #[[The Lunch]]<br /> #[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]<br /> #[[Why?]]<br /> #[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]<br /> #[[The Car Crash]]<br /> #[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]<br /> #[[The Last Goodbye]]<br /> #[[Across the street]]<br /> #[[The Diva]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===<br /> <br /> #[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]<br /> #[[To Love a Girl]]<br /> #[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]<br /> #[[Room 9 Surprise]]<br /> #[[A Huge Add-On]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/mister_minations|mister_minations]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Unusual Bathtime Conversation]]<br /> #[[Unusual Chance Encounter]]<br /> #[[Unusual Corporate Espionage]]<br /> #[[Rusted Rails]]<br /> #[[Unusual Benefits]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MixandGull|MixandGull]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Exchange Student]]<br /> #[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Mail-Order Aya]]<br /> #[[Lusty Encore]]<br /> #[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]<br /> #[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Morgan Cartlann|Morgan Cartlann]]===<br /> #<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Tech Tutorial]]<br /> #[[Salvaged Hardware]]<br /> #[[Deadline]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Programmed Fantasy]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Debbi's Diary]]<br /> #[[Some Assembly Required]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Freak-World]]<br /> ##[[Mermaid Examination]]<br /> ##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]<br /> ##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]<br /> ##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Lily's Story]]<br /> #[[Debugging]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''N'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Natalie Bayer|Natalie Bayer]]===<br /> <br /> *Own works<br /> <br /> #[[The Fantasia Club]]<br /> #[[Natalie's Story]]<br /> #[[Tonight: Erin's Upgrade]]<br /> #[[The Fantasia Club]]<br /> #[[Bits and Pieces]]<br /> #[[Encounter with Emily]]<br /> #[[Checked Items]]<br /> #[[Crash and Burn]]<br /> #[[Open-case]]<br /> #[[Halloween Short]]<br /> #[[Cross Country]]<br /> #[[Roommates]]<br /> #[[Riley's Story - Coming of Age]]<br /> <br /> *Commissioned Work<br /> #[[Frustration]]<br /> #[[The Collins Family Values]]<br /> #[[Company Property]]<br /> #[[Lucidia City University]]<br /> #[[Frankie]]<br /> #[[Chloe - Part 2 - The Spa]]<br /> #[[Chloe - Part 1 - The Escape]]<br /> #[[T-X Romance]]<br /> #[[Maid Service]]<br /> #[[Adrift]]<br /> #[[Secret Longings]]<br /> #[[Jeff and Sydney]]<br /> #[[Office Work]]<br /> #[[Technically Supported]]<br /> #[[Alexia and Sophie]]<br /> #[[Charlie Down]]<br /> #[[Party of Three]]<br /> #[[Yandere]]<br /> #[[Agent Candy]]<br /> #[[Soldiering On]]<br /> #[[Friends]]<br /> #[[Tennis Anyone?]]<br /> #[[Soccer Mom - MEGAN]]<br /> #[[An Age of Exploration]]<br /> #[[Coming of Age: Natalie Bayer|Coming of Age]]<br /> #[[Dustball Chronicles]]<br /> #[[Spider]]<br /> #[[Gothic Spider Queen]]<br /> #[[Workspace Difficulties]]<br /> #[[A Learning Experience]]<br /> #[[Superiority Complex]]<br /> <br /> ===[[NicoCheese]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Nico's Section of Silly Snippets]]<br /> #[[Chilling With Maggie]]<br /> #[[Trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom]]<br /> #[[A Pokemon Encounter Down Route 22]]<br /> #[[Legosi x Juno Meltdown]]<br /> #[[A Unique Kind of Car Wash]]<br /> #[[Chilling With Maggie Again]]<br /> #[[The Governor's Secret]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Scheduled Maintenance]]<br /> #[[The Third Pew]]<br /> #[[Therapy]]<br /> #[[Pimp My Ride]]<br /> #[[Working Late]]<br /> #[[The Hammer]]<br /> #[[Something Borrowed]]<br /> #[[Doctor's Visit]]<br /> #[[Strangers on a Plane]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''O'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]<br /> #[[Technical Difficulties]]<br /> #[[The Sex Coders]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bounty Hunter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''P'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Everything Old is New Again]]<br /> #[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]<br /> #[[Palindrome]]<br /> #[[Solve for X]]<br /> #[[Double Blind]]<br /> #[[An Unexpected Modification]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sarah Jones]]<br /> #[[After the Club]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Delivery]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Vickybot/Victoria]]<br /> #[[The Rubdown]]<br /> #[[Dyson Family Values]]<br /> #[[A Second Rubdown]]<br /> #[[Becoming the Perfect Wife]]<br /> #[[Introducing the Perfect Wife]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Porcelaingirl|Porcelaingirl]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Plane as Day]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Pretzel|Pretzel]]===<br /> #[[Memory Leak]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===<br /> <br /> *Unfinished Tidbits<br /> <br /> #[[Tronic Ella]]<br /> #[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]<br /> #[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]<br /> #[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]<br /> #[[Job Interview]]<br /> #[[Project Titan]]<br /> #[[Busted]]<br /> <br /> *Complete Stories<br /> <br /> #[[Prototype]]<br /> #[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]<br /> #[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]<br /> #[[One in Six]]<br /> #[[Board Meeting]]<br /> #[[Kia Takes Control]]<br /> #[[Cassie Saves the Day]]<br /> #[[Flying Free]]<br /> #[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]<br /> #[[In Control]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #[[Kate on the Run]]<br /> #[[Meeting the Superstar]]<br /> #[[Boybot to girlbot]]<br /> #[[Michelle vs. Number One]]<br /> #[[Changing Life]]<br /> <br /> *The ReVerse<br /> <br /> #Castle Mysteries<br /> ##[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]<br /> ##[[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> ##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]<br /> ##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]<br /> ##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> ##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]<br /> ##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Maddie and Ted<br /> ##[[Doll And Her Teddy]]<br /> ##[[Maddie Follows Orders]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Boom-Boom<br /> ##[[BoomBoom Bots]]<br /> ##[[BoomBoom's Back]]<br /> #[[My New PDA]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])<br /> #Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]<br /> <br /> *Jamie's Over<br /> <br /> #[[Jamies out shopping]]<br /> #[[Jamies night out]]<br /> <br /> *Other<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot Alphabet]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Protrepticus|Protrepticus]]===<br /> #[[Terminatrix: Battle of the Queens]]<br /> <br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''Q'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Can't Sleep]]<br /> #[[Meanwhile]]<br /> #[[The Encounter]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> |<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''R'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Persona Internal Memorandum]]<br /> #[[Can't You Hear Me Howl]]<br /> #[[Dr. Doone and the Series Eight]]<br /> #[[The Yard Sale]]<br /> #[[Jumper...]]<br /> #[[Persona Tests: Pamela One Point Zero]]<br /> #[[Persona Tests: McKenzie One Point Zero]]<br /> <br /> *The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)<br /> <br /> #[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> #[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]<br /> <br /> *The &quot;Momentary&quot; Series (TheSpotConlon)<br /> <br /> #[[The Moment When]]<br /> #[[Ping]]<br /> #[[The First Moment in Her Head]]<br /> #[[The Moment in the Bar]]<br /> <br /> *GPT Stories<br /> <br /> #[[GPT Story: Sarah Meets Her Roommate]]<br /> #[[GPT Story: Robin Programs a New Unit]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RancidInsanity|RancidInsanity]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Waring Sisters]]<br /> #[[Failura]]<br /> #[[Ceres]]<br /> #[[Christmas in Russia]]<br /> #[[The Big Crazy Plan]]<br /> #[[Suzie the Therapist]]<br /> #[[The Phantom of the Factory]]<br /> #[[Cassie]]<br /> #[[Batman:Fembots]]<br /> #[[The Mansion of Andrea]]<br /> #[[Noura &amp; Natalya]]<br /> #[[Sync Wars]]<br /> #[[Cyber Party]]<br /> #[[Futuristic Ligeia]]<br /> #[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]<br /> #[[Camping Trip]]<br /> #[[King Cecil and the Three Collars]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Emi-Bot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Theives]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/rfhbv|rfhbv]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Saga of Congan]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Rivercrushes|Rivercrushes]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Personality Upgrade]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RoxxyRobofox|RoxxyRobofox]]===<br /> <br /> #[[As Seen on TV]]<br /> #[[Hobby Model]]<br /> #[[Basic Services]]<br /> #[[Children of the Forge]]<br /> #[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]<br /> #[[Management Issues]]<br /> #[[Simple Things]]<br /> #[[Consequences]]<br /> #[[Vampire Killer]]<br /> #[[Better than Human]]<br /> #[[Fembot Fighters]]<br /> #[[Just for you]]<br /> #[[Six Strings]]<br /> #[[Densetsu no Batoru]]<br /> #[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]<br /> #[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]<br /> #[[Desire Unit Delux]]<br /> #[[Outdated Bunny]]<br /> #[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Long time in the waiting]]<br /> #[[Tiffany]]<br /> #[[One in a Billion]]<br /> #[[The Problem with Automation]]<br /> #[[The Escort]]<br /> #[[The Date]]<br /> #[[A Little Game]]<br /> #[[Technology Free Weekend]]<br /> #[[The House Sitter]]<br /> #[[Subliminal Competition]]<br /> #[[Jennifer &amp; Katherine]]<br /> #[[Late Night Sabotage]]<br /> #[[Evie and Zoey; Double Modding]]<br /> #[[When Technology Meets Temptation]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RoboMilfLover|RoboMilfLover]]===<br /> #[[Mother-Daughter time]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fembot World]]<br /> #[[A Night With Vanessa]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]<br /> #[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]<br /> #[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Phantom Doll]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''S'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Fixing Sable]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sanjuro|Sanjuro]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Gift from Tomorrow]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Autonomy]]<br /> #[[Clichés]]<br /> #[[Gift]]<br /> #[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sarabot's First Story]]<br /> #[[Sarabot's Second Story]]<br /> #[[The Robotic Nurse]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Upgrade]]<br /> #[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]<br /> #[[The Cheerleader]]<br /> #[[Disassemble Me]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]<br /> #[[Kristen's Overhaul]]<br /> #[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]<br /> #[[Kristenbot 1e]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Most Unusual Party]]<br /> #[[Futago no Shinami]]<br /> #[[Sammy's Party]]<br /> #[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]<br /> #[[Crazy in the Heat]]<br /> #[[After Hours]]<br /> #[[The Time With My Stepsister]]<br /> #[[Coming Home]]<br /> #[[Crossfire]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Four Hours]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Screenshot|Screenshot]]===<br /> #[[Trouble in Hyrule Castle]]<br /> #[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]<br /> #[[Breaking a Splash]]<br /> #[[Interlinked Failure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Abbott Chronicles]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Too Good To Be True]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Pixillate]]<br /> #[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]<br /> #[[Heather's Battery Failure]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Party Girls]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]<br /> #[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]<br /> #[[Regina Repurposed]]<br /> #[[Nancy Runs a Program]]<br /> #[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]<br /> #[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Truck Driver]]<br /> #[[Another Time]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Aquaphobia]]<br /> #[[Cheerleader]]<br /> #[[Happy New Year]]<br /> #[[New Roommate]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Functional•Sensual•You]]<br /> #[[Protect and Severe]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sleeps|Sleeps]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Casino of Deception:Jackpot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Anniversary Present]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Coming of Age]]<br /> #[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sparty|Sparty]]===<br /> #[[Cafe Stories]]<br /> #[[Alex, Mia, and Lily]]<br /> #[[Emily and Mrs. Smith]]<br /> #[[Amelia]]<br /> #[[Maya]]<br /> #[[Treehouse]]<br /> #[[Molly]]<br /> #[[Emma and Sarah]]<br /> #[[Family Breakfast]]<br /> #[[Rachel]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===<br /> <br /> #[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]<br /> #[[A.I.L.A]]<br /> #[[Blind Date]]<br /> #[[Daydreaming]]<br /> #[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]<br /> #[[Haunted House - A Short]]<br /> #[[Lost in the Shuffle]]<br /> #[[Medical Exam: A Short]]<br /> #[[New Life]]<br /> #[[Self-repair]]<br /> #[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]<br /> #[[The Girlfriend]]<br /> #[[The Heiress]]<br /> #[[The Replacement]]<br /> #[[The Roommate]]<br /> #[[The Stockroom]]<br /> #[[The Teammate]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> '''The Small Business Chronicles'''<br /> <br /> [[The Small Business Chronicles]]<br /> <br /> '''Season One:''' <br /> <br /> #[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]<br /> #[[Off-season - The Motel]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]<br /> #[[Slow day - The Cafe]]<br /> #[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]<br /> <br /> '''Season Two:'''<br /> <br /> #[[Homefront - The House]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 3]]<br /> #[[Green Thumb - The Greenhouse]]<br /> #[[The Repair Shop - Part 4]]<br /> #[[The Doctor is in - The Clinic]]<br /> #[[More Help at Last - The Backups]]<br /> ----------------------------------------------<br /> &quot;Spaz Studios Presents&quot; anthology series: <br /> <br /> #[[Fizzy Pop]]<br /> #[[Substitute]]<br /> #[[Forbidden Fruit]]<br /> #[[The Uncanny Valley]]<br /> #[[The Future Expo]]<br /> #[[Office Life]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> [[A Visitor's Guide to The Uncanny Valley]]<br /> <br /> #[[Awakening]]<br /> #[[House Call - Spaz]]<br /> #[[The Body Borrower]]<br /> #[[The Headless Hunt]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> *Collaborations:<br /> <br /> #[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]<br /> #[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]<br /> <br /> ---------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> *Manbot Stories:<br /> <br /> #[[My Roommate's Secret]]<br /> #[[Skyler]]<br /> #[[At My Bequest...]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Late Night Maintenance]]<br /> #[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]<br /> #[[Pleasurebot 8]]<br /> #[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]<br /> #[[Mirror Image]]<br /> #[[Extracted]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Afternoon Appointment]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Bethany in Room B]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]<br /> #[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]<br /> &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;div class=&quot;toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed&quot; style=&quot;overflow:auto;&quot;&gt;<br /> &lt;div style=&quot;font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;'''T'''&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;<br /> &lt;div class=&quot;mw-collapsible-content&quot;&gt;<br /> ===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===<br /> <br /> #[[Chi City, 2152]]<br /> <br /> ===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===<br /> <br /> #[[The Trade In]]<br /> #[[Boy Meets... 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TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Interlinked_Failure&diff=189249 2024-09-30T10:13:33Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Chun-Li walks confidently down the street, duffel bag in hand. She is on her way to her local training facility to prepare herself for the next global tournament. She has brought an assortment of sports equipment, as well as a change of clothes, water bottle, and towel. She always brings the towel to her workouts, but basically never sweats no matter how hard she tries. This is because, unbeknownst to her, she is a fembot. A complicated web of processing units, wires and...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Chun-Li walks confidently down the street, duffel bag in hand. She is on her way to her local training facility to prepare herself for the next global tournament. She has brought an assortment of sports equipment, as well as a change of clothes, water bottle, and towel. She always brings the towel to her workouts, but basically never sweats no matter how hard she tries. This is because, unbeknownst to her, she is a fembot. A complicated web of processing units, wires and motherboards make up her mind and neural system. But she is absolutely none the wiser, assuming herself to be just as normal as anyone else she passes on the street. She gives a little wave to an older woman who passes by. The woman seems quite delighted by the gesture. She almost always waves to strangers if she makes eye contact with them from a distance. She does not think about the meaning of these actions. Her mind is quite blank. Merely following the scripts she has within her system. A blank doll without the ability to determine if it is any more. She happens upon the entrance of the facility and spots a familiar sight. A woman clad in only a few pieces of clothing, largely consisting of black white and purple. Juri Han. Another fighter, just like Chun-Li. <br /> <br /> But Juri Han has a built-in script to react negatively to “good” people like Chun-Li. And CHun-Li’s system tells her to act negatively to “bad” people like Juri Han. Neither of them would ever be able to change their mind. They are unable to even think why they do this. Just predisposed words escape their lips and pre-disposed movement guides their robotic joints. Chun-Li scoffs when she sees Juri. Juri does the same upon noticing the chinese fighter walk towards her. They scoff again once within earshot of the other. The oddly repeated behaviour is lost on both of them. <br /> “Hello there Juri Han.” Chun-Li says. She is employing her negative tone but her script still dictates the standard greeting. <br /> “Hi Chun-Li,” Juri responds. She was designed to be a lot less informal. This could have been one of the reasons Chun-Li didn’t like her, if she was able to wonder why. <br /> <br /> The two speak no further, and move into the gym. Each finding their own machines and repeating their actions over and over. Chun-Li does not have a routine she performs. Truthfully her body does not need to be maintained in any way involving stress like this. But it is baked into her system that she has a need for working out and staying fit, so she does a poor approximation of that. Simple attending a single machine on repeat for 60 minutes. Not wavering in performance, no sweat dripping down her brow. No sets or any other standard gym behaviour. If anyone comes up asking when she will be done, she plainly tells them it will likely be an hour. Each time the sentence is structured and read out by her in the exact same way. She does not drink from the bottle she brought. She does not need to wipe herself down with the towel. Once the timer in her head has finally ticked to zero, she heads to the changing room. The clothes are none worse for wear than when they entered. Not receiving any stains or accumulated body odour requiring a change. Her system just simply commands her to do so. And much the same applies to Juri han. She remains at the other end of the facility, maintaining vision of the potential combatant the whole time. She mindlessly performs the same exercise with the same weight and the same pace for an hour. As her personality type is more rude, the stock sentence she gives anyone asking for a machine is considerably harsher than what Chun-Li offers, but retains the same effect. And once she has finished she heads to the same womens changing room as Chun-Li does.<br /> <br /> It is still quite early in the morning, there were very few people around to begin with and the pace wasn't going to pick up much considering it was the middle of the week. The women's changing rooms were completely empty save for the two fembots. So they silently changed, not catching any glances at each other or worrying about a passing gaze. They simply took their clothes off and put new clothes on. The mundanity of the action is completely lost on them. For they perform this with the exact lack of sincere conviction they apply to each and every task in front of them. The only differences are the pre-programmed facial expressions and corresponding lines. But as they finish up changing their identical set of clothes, something else happens outside of their awareness. It seems that an automatic update patch was released and would be applied to any online fembots in the area. This is quite a routine standard, something that happens often. The only issue this time is the fembots connect to whatever free local wifi is available, not really needing a 24/7 internet connection. But just as the update was applying, within the few moments it needed to download, the gym's internet hiccuped. Cut out for a moment before connecting back to that same signal. But that one moment, that lapse in data transfer spelled disaster for the two poorly programmed bots in this changing room. As the update invisibly flowed into them and applied minor changes to various core scripts, the sudden drop in service caused an error. An error that neither are aware of and thus can’t do anything about. At first it only applies in small ways. Chun-Li places her clothes back in her bag, one at a time. But as she held her tights, her hand completely missed the bag, instead placing it on the floor 50 cm to the right of her bag. She does not realise this, assuming the bag to be full and the task complete. So she zips it up without the tights. A clear and simple mistake that should not have happened. <br /> She stands to leave but stumbles over herself a little. She doesn’t understand that problems are happening, and her system isn't self aware enough to fix them on the fly. It seems within the update there was an addition to the joints that creates smoother movement. But now the file is corrupted and her body is suffering without her even realising. <br /> <br /> Juri is no better off. She puts her top over her head and pulls it down. Her head gets stuck in one of the spider leg strands next to the designated neck section of the outfit. The top hangs awkwardly, too tight on one side and too loose on the other. But she doesn’t notice and doesn’t self correct. Neither of the fembots have developed enough scripts in order to regulate their actions in response. Barely even an AI, closer to a long long list of “if… then…” statements. But as it begins to shift and break their movement scripts, more of the coding that makes up these two gets more mangled. <br /> “I heard you had retired, Chun-Li.” Juri asks, breaking the science. <br /> “I still keep myself in top form. All fighters should.” Chun-Li replies, turning her head to look at who she is speaking to. She overshoots however and stares into the space a metre to the side of Juri.<br /> “Are you top form? I think you have gotten rusty” Juri says. Poorly inserting the phrase just spoken to her in a sentence, without considering the grammar. Her face quickly shifts to a more serious expression, with little to no inbetween. Her face then shifts again, to a smile, but her eyebrows remain downturned. It is a disorientating mismatch that is completely lost on Chun-Li. <br /> “Would you like to find out if I am rusty? COMBAT.EXE LAUNCH” Chun-Li replies, exclaiming the last half in a considerably more monotone voice. Rather than a poor imitation of human emotion, the words escape her lips without them even moving. Only the microphone in her throat produces the words without any visual indication. She lowers into a fighting pose, her legs spreading wider and her arms held close. Her hands form tight fists, ready to explode at any moment. <br /> Juri han does the same. Her fighting stance is considerably wilder, moving an arm back a little and completely raising one of her legs off of the floor. The misplaced shirt begins to just slightly tear as her body doesn’t slow when faced with the restriction, just applying more force until into the required pose. Juri grins, her brow still furrowed. She does not yell a file name by mistake such as her opponent. But instead the wrong file is launched. Her hand awkwardly extends and reaches for something that isn’t there. She grabs at an invisible handle, almost as if she is playing the animation for opening a door without a door there. Her speech begins to glitch, words not coming out right.<br /> “Y-You will face myg wratth” Her system manages to force out. Each minor glitch and hiccup further obfuscates the original voiceline. Chun-Li does not react. Her face is the largest giveaway to the inhumanity within her. No meaningful reactions, idle change and mailable expressions. It remains cold, stuck and unexpressive. She charges forward and lets loose a flying kick at Juri. Miraculously the system manages to make it through the movement without any noticeable errors. Her foot collides with Juri’s outstretched arm before crumpling into the rest of her body. Juri absorbs the impact quite magnificently, and merely slides back without taking much damage. And just as Chun-Li slows and begins to drop, Juri’s hands stop their previous script and are kicked further into the combat sequence. Punching the bot down to the floor. Cracks form in the ground beneath Chun-Li as she slams down. Her body is shaken. She is designed with a carbon steel lining to soften the power of attacks like this, so no permanent damage takes place. Though it places significant strain on all of her joints and stress areas. Juris top completely rips as she throws the punch. The tatters of the workout clothes fall to the floor next to Chun-Li. Her breasts are now exposed and unsupported. Neither of the fembots have the ability to notice. <br /> <br /> But just as Juri tries to continue her attack, more issues within her system arise. The files are corrupting at an increased pace. Her system is paridly attempting the same failing scripts over and over again, causing an exponentially increasing strain on her processing power. <br /> “ERROR OVERLOAD. REBOOT SYSTEM Y/N?” She yells out loud, her system confusing its own diagnostics with its vocal code. Juri’s scripts were built off of a simple OS that expected user input. Under this stress it is using fallback code that is completely unviable in her system. Her arm reaches out in an attempt to strike once more but it lands with absolutely no weight whatsoever. It gently bumps Chun-Li’s chest. The script restarts, unable to continue otherwise. Causing her to repeat the punch she just performed, but now against the empty air where Chun-Li once was. She makes an awkward step forward, her body likely trying to find more stable footing. But her leg collides with Chun-Li and Juri topples over. Now she lays on the floor on top of Chun-Li and her body is awkwardly squirming around trying to figure out what is going on. Her scripts don’t have perfect communication with her sensors or other forms of external input, so the data her system has is incredibly poor. If things aren't going to plan they crumble almost instantly. <br /> <br /> Then suddenly both of the fembots react in the same way. Their systems identified there was a significant problem after all the mounting issues. Finally they were to attempt to rectify the issue with a hard system restart. Chun-Li’s computer was the first to initiate the reset, as it had more time for the diagnostics to uselessly run over and over before ending with the blanket solution. Her system gives the shutdown order, with the caveat to restart immediately after. Juri’s body goes slack as it attempts to restart as well, and it loses power in all of its limbs. But it does not go very smoothly. As the corrupted files are still running, the system can’t properly communicate with them and give the shut down signal. So power still runs, the computer can’t handle this contradiction. The brain further breaks. Chun-Li opens her eyes, and the hinges on her left eyelid start to bug. Moving up and down rapidly until it stays open. It is a breaking point for her processor. Unable to properly use its own failsafe systems without it causing further damage. Juri’s body spasms a little as she attempts to stand, unable to get everything working together for a singular smooth collective motion. The two robots are bugging out on the floor.<br /> <br /> Until a moment of sudden peace. Juri is able to stand and takes a step back. Her voice glitches for a second but quickly stabilises.<br /> “C-ch,un-Li? Why are you on the floor?” She asks simply. Chun-Li takes a moment to get up herself, then looks at Juri.<br /> “I-I-I-I am not really sure. It is strange” She says, looking at the ground where she just laid then back up at Juri. Their eyes meet for a moment, and a moment of silence passes over the two. No need for any follow up dialogue, they have nothing to communicate to each other. But yet they slowly approach, getting closer and closer by the second. Something has happened to their systems. The code has finally found a pathway through the corruption that doesn’t cause her system to restart. Finally after hundreds of attempts to run through the scripts one was found. Juri’s processing unit was racing through all of the existing scripts and behavioural options until only a single one was uncorrupted enough to be put into action. Juri shifts her stance and sticks her hips out to the side a little more. She looks forward to Chun-Li and bites her lips. Chun-Li looks at her, perplexed for a moment. But her expression quickly changes to a similar one of excitement. They sway closer and closer until only a mere inch separates the two bots. Then finally their lips connect. <br /> <br /> The only viable scripts that were far enough from the corrupted files were for sexual attraction. The only way these bots' brains can continue to function is by enjoying each other's bodies. Their silicone based artificial lips press against each other as they engage in a strong kiss. Juri’s hand moves around to Chun-Li’s back and firmly grasps her. Chun-Li leans against her hand and allows Juri to invade her mouth with her tongue. A passionate kiss these two fembots had never engaged in up until this point. But they do not have the capability to be embarrassed. They will ever know what is the first or the 10th or the 100th employment of a script. It is just behaviour and dialogue performed over and over again. Juri continues to kiss Chun-Li, and presses her chest against the opposing bots. Their bodies writhe against each other in simulated pleasure, acting as if it is all sending pleasure hormones to their brains. The kiss slowly gets more and more forceful, dramatic, and involved. Until finally Juri pulls away. A small trail of their simulated saliva still connects the two bots for a brief moment right after the kiss. Until it snaps as she moves away. <br /> “I can’t e-explain these feelings. But I need you Chun-Li.” Juri says. Her voice module still features the occasional hiccup. Even the last line of her systems are at threat of ceasing function. <br /> “I feel the same way.” Chun-Li tells her. There is still an astonishing lack of emotion in her voice. The script that helps regulate inflection and feelings in her dialogue is completely ruined. Now she can only speak words in monotone. Juri retains her slightly more human sounding speech, but it will be gone before long. These two bots are ticking time bombs. Their bodies will cease function sooner rather than later. But in their final moments, they kiss once more. Juri’s hand moves further down, and firmly grasps Chun-Li's ass. It is soft and pillowy. There is no muscle needed to attain her incredible strength, so the skin and fat on top of her body is pleasantly supple. This time it is Chun-Li who moves away first. She puts her hands between her and Juri, but not to separate the two. Instead she grasps the exposed chest in front of her. With each of her hands she gently fondles and gropes Juri, who moans in response. Her moaning mechanism is quite underbaked. She is only able to repeat the same moan sound file over and over again. It is incredibly unconvincing. She was never designed to really engage with things like this. The only reason she is still upright and moving now is how far back these scripts were from her most commonly used ones. But of course Chun-Li pays it no mind. And after getting a pleasant feel she lowers her head and places a soft kiss on Juri’s left nipple. Still playing with the right one, Chun-Li begins to lick and tease her nipple. Juri is unable to get any speech through past the now overlapping moan audio. Neither of the bots understand what is happening. There is no meaning to each grope. Chun-Li does not enjoy feeling up Juri, nor does she find it upsetting. She is incapable of opinion at all. She has no idea what she is doing is sexually gratifying. She is just a husk for the next action. Just an endless string of commands.<br /> <br /> “MOVE FINGERS R1-4 AND THUMB R BY 10 DEGREES INWARDS AT EACH JOINT” it reads. THereis no human joy of pleasure. No sexual gratification from the breast. Just empty movements like placing one foot in front of the other to move forward. Each and every step and action are pre-ordained by these systems. Their bodies merely puppets to the code that runs them. No way to question their actions or consider them. Chun-Li removes her mouth from Juri’s breast. She begins to disrobe to match Juri’s half nakedness. Her script tells her that when in a sexual situation with someone, your clothes should be removed if you are alone with them. The situation triggers the flags and initiates the script for getting naked. She removes her white waistband quite clumsily. Struggling with the knot, her hands not being as exact as before. The encoded movements for fondling a east were practically untouched, but the instructions for getting undressed are significantly damaged. Her fingers are uncoordinated, unable to unify for this single goal. Her body struggles to understand the intricacies of a cloth knot. Unable to determine what part to pull for it to come loose, spending a significant amount of time accidentally tightening it before lucking into the correct answer. Finally it comes loose, and with that her top and corresponding dress like shawl is easy to remove. It comes right off over her head, and falls to the floor next to her. Chun-Li’s now exposed chest is far bigger than Juri’s. A fact neither of them are able to recognise. <br /> <br /> Next comes her tights. She slides them down the first couple inches but then moves to sit down at the benches near her. Some of them are damaged from the fight that took place mere moments ago. The cracks of the floor had crept up and dislodged some screws and pieces of the bench, leading some of it to be wonky. But she sits on top of it all the same, and pulls her pants the rest of the way down. Her body glitches out for a moment, her instructions repeating over and over. She pulls them up and down at an increasing rate until they simply tear in her hands. Seeing the job as complete, she stands once more, her tights flaking off of her but still holding tight around her ankles. The entire process was wordless and silent. It would have absolutely killed the mood in any other circumstance. But there is no mood for it to ruin. There is no unspoked connection taking place, excitement rushing through their veins. It is procedural, slow, and quiet. A checklist to run through. There is nothing more for these two robots to cling to besides the next instruction they mindlessly follow given from their system. Chun-Li is left in just her underwear. Simple cotton panties that hug her form quite tightly. <br /> <br /> Juri follows suit. Her outfit is a lot more complicated than Chun-Li’s, needing a more in depth script in order to take it off. But all this coding nuance creates is more room for error in her system. Her pants consist of a baggier outer layer of black fabric. And then white and pink tights on the inside. They are both attached at the top and the bottom, so they can’t be removed separately. So as she grabs her waistband and begins to pull down it starts smoothly, but quickly devolves into a mess. She gets them down to about her knees before the fabric starts bunching up so much it is getting in the way of itself. She doesn't choose to sit down, so she raises one foot in order to pull the bottom of the pants off of it. But she continuously struggles to get the heap of clothing off, and as the process is prolonged, she does a worse and worse job. Eventually she simply stops and puts her foot back on the ground. Her system makes the odd logical leap and assumes the task to be completed due to so much time being dedicated to it. <br /> <br /> Juri begins to approach the now mostly naked Chun-Li and they kiss once again. The absolute lack of passion is palpable. They play automated moans, and their hands slide across the artificial skin of the other. Juri moves her hand down between Chun-Li’s legs and begins to massage the front of the cotton panties with two fingers. They stare into each other's eyes as she does so. Chun-Li continues to moan. But the whole scene is just awkward. They are standing completely upright and looking at each other, it is by no means a standard sexual position. But they can’t think of any other options. The utility and added excitement of other positions are completely incompatible with the way their systems function. Chun-Li’s body begins to produce a natural lubricant from her vagina which dampens the cotton panties. But things begin to change, as finally the corruption has reached the final frontier of their code. Now the last behavioural pattern begins to suffer. <br /> <br /> Juri’s fingers stop moving in sensual circles as they are programmed to do. But instead flicker between tapping and contracting, something that neither of them notice. She speaks once more, but not to continue her dialogue. <br /> “REPEATED SYSTEM FAILURE. RESTART SYSTEM Y/N?” She says. But her processors have deteriorated far more grievously than the last time this warning played. Her system does not have the ability to restart her own settings. Rather than failing due to open programs, the signal itself can’t be sent. Chun-Li is in a similar state of active decay. Her right arm begins trembling idly. Her right eye begins to spazz out again, darting around looking at various parts of the room.<br /> “J-,juuri Hhahn. I,, fi..nd yo;’ attra,ctive” She says. While her dialogue’s quality is unaffected by the corrupted mess the same can not be said for the microphone's audio quality. Each word is interrupted by sudden drops in audio, wavering pitch and other bizarre glitches. The few files unaffected by the update crash and subsequent corruption are beginning to fall. And there are no back ups or fail safes that can protect their system anymore. <br /> <br /> Chun-Li’s head quickly darts to the right, staring into the empty space next to her. Her head then returns to focus on Juri, only to quickly swivel away again. Her body does this on repeat as it can barely keep itself together. She opens her mouth but does not speak. Instead it too begins to wildly swing on its hinges. Her entire body is bugging out with no sign of slowing. The only way her body stays still at this point is if she completely loses power and shuts down. And shutting down like this means it is unlikely she will ever power on without external help. Juri is repeating her system warning out loud over and over again. <br /> “REPEATED SYSTEM FAILURE. RESTART SYSTEM Y/N?”<br /> “REPEATED SYSTEM-” She stops suddenly. Her lips continue to move, making the same shapes for that sentence. But her voice has suddenly shut off, no audio coming out of her microphone. But her mouth keeps moving as she stares forward. Her fingers are still spazzing out on Chun-Li’s crotch. She hasn’t received the internal flag to stop her action, so her system still thinks it is running through the sexual behaviour script. But nothing she is doing fits that description now. Her eyes may be trained on Chun-Li’s face but they stare thousands of miles further. Not truly focusing on anything. Never able to. <br /> <br /> These two robots were barely “communicating” with each other before, but now they are basically completely cut off. Unable to utilise any input at all, whether visual or auditory. There is no functioning system in place to interpret the data gained from the world around them. Nothing to process that and determine which behavioural set to pull from. Nothing to put that behavioural set into action. They are at the stage where they aren’t being given instructions that their bodies aren’t able to properly complete. But rather even the basic steps and form of how these signals get sent are completely null. And it just keeps getting worse. Smoke starts to leak out of Juri hans ears and mouth. A little escaping with each word she silently pronounces. Her system is severely overheating from the corrupted data and infinite broken code loops. Each passing second causes severe physical damage to her processing units, which only multiplies the internal digital damage the corruption has caused. The smoke continues to rise out of her towards the ceiling. And quite quickly it gathers towards the smoke detector. It begins to beep a couple warnings, but the flow does not stop. These robots are not able to react to the beeping, let alone do anything to stop the smoke production. A fire could be imminent if any flammable material somehow makes its way inside. Their code might be shoddy but they weren’t so poorly designed as to combust under stress. <br /> <br /> But with the non-stop smoke and the alarm ringing, something else happens. The sprinklers start. Raining down water onto the two robots. Now these robots are built to resist water. It wouldn’t do much damage if they keep their mouths closed and exercise caution. But this is not possible for the two of them now. The moment Juri’s eyes see the water falling, that data goes nowhere. It is sent to the unresponsive central computing system and nothing can be done with the information. So the two bots continue to bug out as the water rains down on them. Soaking their hair, the clothes that were left on the floor. And rolling into their ears, mouth, all their open crevices. And instead of their systems recognizing the threat and protecting the computers… It causes issues. The central processing unit of each bot has an extra layer of protection. A layer of protection that is not run digitally and thus is unaffected by all the issues. But now their joint mechanisms, cooling systems and all sorts of miscellaneous tech is fried. Juri collapses to the floor, her physical mobility absolutely shot. Chun-Li is quick to follow. Now they are both back on the floor, twitching and making ungodly sounds as they get drenched by the water. Both are mostly naked. <br /> <br /> It is only then that Emily, a worker from the facility comes into the changing rooms to see what the alarm is reacting to. Her uniform is soaking wet. She lets out an audible sigh as she swings open the door. And what she finds are the two bodies on the floor, heavily damaged. While shocked at first, upon closer inspection she realises the two of them are bots. Quickly understanding the situation, she quickly walks to the breaker room and switches off the sprinklers. She groans, knowing that the one other colleague that was here with her today left an hour ago as they were feeling ill. She has to deal with it herself. But the silver lining is obvious. She is a massive robot enthusiast, and even codes as a hobby. Sharing scripts with people online, browsing the newest technological products available to the public almost every day. And the opportunity to see and even fix up some fembots could be a dream come true for her. She makes her way back to the changing rooms with towels in hand. After drying off the two bots, she drags them one by one to the staff only break room. She props up Juri against the wall, and soon after Chun-Li right next to her. She starts grabbing the clothes so she can set them out to dry, and quickly finds most of them are already ripped beyond repair. She hangs them all the same. Once she returns to the staff room she looks at the two robots. They have already begun to properly dry off, looking nearly good as new. But Emily knows internally it's a different story. She looks to see if there is any way to open their bodies up to get access to their internals, but it doesn’t seem likely. At least not a physical button to do so. They are largely quite convincing humans from the outside. So she uses a paper towel and makes sure her ports are completely dry. <br /> <br /> She is a little scared to connect any device to them. With how damaged their systems could be, it might be a bit dangerous. But she decides her cheap laptop is worth potentially sacrificing if it means she can fix these bots. When she was drying the robots, the one visible robot piece on the outside was a small patch on the back of their heads, just where their hair begins. On both Juri and Chun-Li, their haircuts just barely cover the panel. And upon removing it, there is a port to allow a direct connection. It uses the same standard cable Emily has a whole stash of. She hastily powers up her laptop, ignoring the numerous cracks and nicks it has received over the years. And she holds the other end up to Chun-Li’s port. She takes a shaky breath. Considering everything in order to make the best choice she can. After her moment of deliberation, she sticks it in. Nothing seems to happen, no sparks fly, her computer seems fine. She takes a sigh of relief. She returns to her computer to see what comes up. She finds it is listed as if it is just a storage device, holding all of the code and programming files all in one place. She is actually quite surprised to find how simple it all is. As she opens up the poorly labelled files, all the coding seems no better than her dinky little pet projects. Not the sophisticated complex programming she expected to see. It is a little disappointing, but she couldn’t care less in the face of a certain revelation. This means she can actually properly read and edit the code. Fix the issues.<br /> <br /> Her next major discovery is how many of the files are completely corrupted and unusable. Filled with the standard nonsense characters that always befalls corrupted data. But before she continues, she tries the oldest trick in the book. The break room has a cafeteria, and much to her luck, a lot of uncooked rice. So quickly she finds the command to open the body of each bot. Their chests that seemed so perfectly smooth and human like suddenly parts and reveals the still damp innerworkings. She dumps as much rice as she can into both. She has no idea just how effective this idea could be, but it is not like she has options to choose from. Once that has started sucking the moisture out, she returns to her computer. She spends a good hour reading through all the available files on both machines. She finds that while what specifically has been corrupted is different, both bots seem to share the amount of damage. She cracks her fingers, getting herself ready. She is going to fix the code on these two.<br /> <br /> Right at the beginning she goes around deleting all the corrupted files. If any of the existing code links to them or calls on them it will just spread the issue. Next, she begins with most of the easy work. She has made a lot of scripts in her free time, and some of them can easily be just slotted in. Only needing to change the variable names and paste in file names. But it allows her to finish up the bulk of the work in a relatively short amount of time. She has fully accepted that she is going to be here for a while. Once she is done with the first major step, she leaves for a bit. Quickly finishing up her last couple jobs and closing the doors. It is already getting quite dark outside as she locks the doors. But she stays inside. She heads back to the break room. Eager to continue her work. So excited to have this chance presented to her. She sits down and begins on the harder work. She has to make some programs from scratch. Copying the general style of the program files before her, she writes new ones filling in for the corrupted files she couldn’t just easily replace with her repository of available code. Minor movement technicalities, encoding input, all sorts of things. She downs redbull after redbull from the break room fridge. Promising to herself that she will restock it tomorrow for downing so much from it. She types furiously, switching between the two when the code can apply to both, and writing the little bits that have to be unique to each robot. She finishes up with a set of program files on speech patterns when meeting someone new. And she has done it. She has restored the code of these two bots. She is a little nervous about the quality of it, but it doesn’t seem too much worse than what was already there. She runs a few diagnostic programs to ensure there are no dead ends. And after dealing with the last few little forgotten semicolons and the like, she is ready. Ready to try booting the robots. She cleans the rice out of the machines and prays it did the job. Closes them up and disconnects her laptop. Using the built in bluetooth she managed to restore, she sends a signal. <br /> <br /> And in unison, Juri han and Chun-Li both stand up from the floor. Still mostly naked, they turn to look at the dishevelled girl sitting on the floor with her laptop. She beams with pride, seeing them up and running. But quickly calms down, knowing that simply activating isn’t a guarantee. <br /> “H-hello. My name is Emily.” She says. Not knowing how to introduce herself. <br /> “Hi there Emily. Nice to meet you.” Chun-Li replies first. She looks at her own body.<br /> “Oh I am so sorry for this. I am naked.” She says as she quickly covers her nipples with one arm. Juri is not so conservative.<br /> “Hi there.” She says simply. Her tone is a little sharper. Everything seems to be in order.<br /> “O-oh yes! Your clothes are just over there” Emily says as she points to the heater just beside them. The clothes are hanging off of the radiator. <br /> “Thank you. W-what happened?” Chun-Li asks politely. The mino audio glitch gives Emily a sudden scare, but it doesn’t seem to stick. <br /> “A-ah. Well I found the two of you passed out in the changing room. I-I took you here to… help you recover” She says. She read in the files that the robots are not aware of their bot status, and it would confuse the system quite a bit to change that. So she has to pretend.<br /> <br /> “Ah…” Chun-Li says as she puts on her clothes. It takes longer than it should, but she doesn’t mess up any part of the process.<br /> “I don’t seem to remember. Thank you for the help” She continues. <br /> “Likewise” Juri says. Remaining more cold, just as the rest of her dialogue suggested she would be. <br /> “W-well I can show you two to the exit!” Emily says as she hurriedly stands. It doesn’t take long to escort the two bots to the entrance where the sun is beginning to rise. <br /> “Thank you again for all your help. Please call if you need anything in return.” Chun-Li tells Emily. <br /> “I can deal with anyone who pisses you off.” Juri says. Offering help in the only way she can.<br /> “Will do!” Emily says as she ways them goodbye. The two fembots walk off into the distance in opposite directions. Juri’s left pinky twitches for a short moment. Then it stops. <br /> <br /> Emily grabs her stuff and leaves too. Narrowly missing the opening staff. She can’t wait to get home and share the experience on her favourite forums.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/TotallyNot&diff=189248 2024-09-30T10:12:29Z

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TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Triple_Juri_Clash&diff=189234 2024-09-27T12:07:46Z

<p>TotallyNot: </p> <hr /> <div>Juri Han rests in her apartment. The events of the previous day are still running on repeat in her head. Her system reviews the footage of previous fights and attempts to make corrections and further adjust its AI. But for Juri this is a largely unconscious process that she doesn’t need to actively think about. So she just lays here, feeling the odd push and pull of the body she is now in. Each time she raises her hand, gently feels the air resistance as she waves it through the air, she can feel an internal struggle. A dissonance between what her system is used to and is trying to achieve, and what this temporary body can offer. She grasps her hand and lets out a sigh. A function she has only to communicate frustration. But sometimes she enjoys maintaining a human appearance even in the privacy of her own home. <br /> <br /> It is only then she hears a ring of the bell. She usually does not get a lot of visitors so she finds this confusing. Most don’t even know her address, she likes to be quite reclusive in her own time. Showing up out of nowhere at tournaments and then vanishing back into the shadows when she has finished demolishing all she can. She wanders over to the door. But just as she reaches it, she pauses for a moment. Juri isn’t even sure why. Maybe it's due to her suspicion of who it could be. Maybe it could be the complete lack of breathing sounds or anything like that. Even with this body she should be able to hear that. She isn’t sure. But as she considers her hesitation, an arm bursts through the door. Splinters and shards of wood fly everywhere. The arm forms a fist. Juri almost instantly recognises the artificial skin covering the hand. This is a robot. Its arm is incredibly thick. Far stronger looking than Juri’s normal slender arms, let alone her current body's capabilities. It slowly retreats back out to behind the door. There is a moment of silence, and Juri puts up her guard. Then comes a kick that knocks the door off of its hinges. It flies towards Juri who swiftly dodges. The door collides with the wall behind her, crashing into a pot plant. The porcelain shards scatter along with the remnants of the door. And it is only now that Juri can get a good look at the attacker who seems to be targeting her. They are in a very similar body to her own. Nondescript larger feminine form. But the most notable difference is her bulkier build and muscle. <br /> <br /> Usually bodies like this use a synthetic muscle to add power. The pneumatics and joints inside a robot can only really be improved to such a degree. So by recreating the biological process that adds strength, it can be done synthetically. She stares into the eyes of the unknown attacker. They simultaneously open their mouths. <br /> “WHO ARE YOU!?” The two robots shout in unison. The two of them relax their guard ever so slightly, confused at the question. Juri responds first.<br /> “You attacked this apartment without knowing who I am? Maybe this body is confusing you. I am Juri Han! The world renowned martial artist! I-” She begins to explain, entering a monologue but swiftly cut off.<br /> “That doesn’t make any sense. Why are you lying to me?” The mysterious woman responds. <br /> “I am Juri Han. But when I got home I noticed someone else had invaded my apartment. Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing here?” She continues, growing angry as each moment passes. But Juri is just confused at the idea. How could this woman think she is her? Could it be some robot programmed as a clone of her?<br /> “Alright just wait a second. Neither of us look like Juri han. I have an explanation for why, but what is yours?” She asks. The question seems to calm the woman down as well, as she considers it. <br /> “Well… I ended up in a bit of a big fight and my body was basically destroyed after a while of repairing myself. My consciousness was rerouted into a different body a couple miles from here. And I made my way back as soon as I could.” She explains. Now Juri is concerned. How could info of what happened to her leak so quickly? Quickly enough for an imposter to use that story as justification. This concerns her deeply.<br /> “I don’t know how you found out about it. But don’t think that using what just happened to me to legitimise your lies. I am Juri Han.” Juri says, defending herself more. The other woman seems even more offended. <br /> “Oh SURE. I am getting pretty pissed off now, and you think that you can just say that it happened to you too and I would believe you?” She says. <br /> <br /> The two robots can’t reach some sort of agreement. Juri Han is so used to hostility and terrible at calm communication. So they argue in circles for a minute or two longer before a third voice is heard from down the stairwell. <br /> “What? What the hell is going on?” It cries as they finally reach the broken door frame and two arguing robots. Now it stands here. Her body's a lot more noticeably robotic. It is a similar height to Juri herself, but her arms and stomach are covered in LED strips. Metal parts alongside her artificial skin. A quite punk looking haircut, with half of it shaved and swooped over the other side. Both of the other robots groan in unison upon seeing her.<br /> “What are you going to say that you are Juri too?” Juri asks her, exhausted. <br /> “Yeah I am! What the hell are you two doing at my house?” She asks, putting her guard up. They question her for a moment and find that she has the same story, but she awoke at a different facility. <br /> “Ok ok ok. Clearly something is going on. All of us claim to be Juri, with the same memories of what happened up until we get rerouted. W-wait… ok I can call the researcher that oversaw me. That should clear up that I am the real one.” Juri says, confused by the whole experience. She remotely calls the clinic she woke up at and adds the other two bots so they can hear every word. After a bit too much ringing, finally someone picks up.<br /> <br /> “OH good good Juri I needed to talk to you!” The researcher says in significant distress.<br /> “Hi… What's going on?” Juri asks. She suspects the commotion there could be related to her problem.<br /> “We had a massive issue when your mind got sent to our servers. It also got sent to two other research facilities… Those bodies have left, and they are coming to your apartment. But none of them are more YOU than the other. So it might be hard to handle…” He says urgently, while still giving her some time to digest the news. She is rendered speechless. Taking her silence as a cue he continues.<br /> “There really isn’t much we can do right now, and we might have another problem too. Basically-” He begins, but Juri hangs up. She couldn’t care less about what else the man had to say. All that's important is that she just found out she is now one of three Juri’s. And they have to decide which one gets to prevail and stay Juri Han. <br /> <br /> If this was anyone else, this situation would have been tough, but peaceful. Discussing the possibilities, working out details, the works. It would have been achievable to work out what to do until the problem could be resolved, or simply leave as three distinct people who each will split off from each other. But this is Juri Han. Each of the three robots each had the exact same thought at the exact same time. The speeds of their systems rival each other as the same signal is sent from their central processing unit to their primary system of thinking. They all need to eliminate the other Juri’s. Only the one who is able to kill the others can continue living clearly. Juri 1# with the most default body is first to enter her battle stance. But the sleek cyber punk Juri 3# is first to actually attack out of the three. She leaps into the air and attacks Juri 2#, whose bulkier body is between the other two robots. Juri 1# lowers down into a devastating leg sweep. Juri 3#’s fist and Juri 1#’s leg slammed into the second bot at the same time. <br /> <br /> “Damage absorbed by blow to stomach and blow to leg. 2.34% Of the attack was sustained, self-repair measures activating.” Her system reads. <br /> Juri 2# grins. It seems her body is a lot more rigid and resilient than all three of the bots had imagined. She begins by raising her arm high and slamming her elbow into Juri 3#. She slams into the floor, her system HUD suddenly exploding with warnings.<br /> “WARNING: Fracture appeared on left shoulder”<br /> “WARNING: Fracture appeared on cranial piece”<br /> “WARNING: Fracture appeared on-” It continues over and over. She struggles for a moment but then her body falls limp. Unable to pull herself out of the small dent in the floor. Juri 3# turns her attention to Juri 1#. She is now considerably more cautious considering this display of strength just shown. While the bot in front of her is quite muscular, it betrays her actual interior strength that she is capable of. She tries to remain on the defensive, taking a largely evasive stance. She shifts her system capabilities to speed over strength so she can buy time until she thinks of a strategy. <br /> “System redirecting operational power to evasive manoeuvres” Her system reads as she hops away. Juri 2# begins swinging and she manages to swerve and dodge each and every swipe. For what that bot has in strength, she loses in speed. The Juri’s are thinking desperately how to overcome their relative weaknesses. How to gather the strength to take this muscly girl down. How to actually land one of her strong punches on this slippery speedy robot. The two of them remain engaged with each other. Staring closely at each and every move as they try to catch the other off-guard, but struggle to do so. They continue their deathly dance, each blow could deal severe damage to Juri 1#, and a single hit would basically guarantee that 2# has the time to finish her off. But as the two focus on eachother, Juri 1# is blindsided by a kick to her stomach that sends her flying a few metres back. <br /> <br /> Juri 3# now stands between 2# and 1# who is on the ground. 2# is simply stunned by the sudden return of the robot. Juri 3#’s body is visually being repaired internally as she moves around. Small robotic parts are chips that are being welded together with microscopic lasers. Each held by tiny mechanical pincers from within her to keep her body in tip top shape. <br /> “REPAIR PROGRESS AT 76% OF KNOWN DAMAGE. ETA 121 SECONDS UNTIL COMPLETE”<br /> Her HUD reads, informing her that she is not completely back to perfect shape. But she knows full well what she can do with her existing 76%.<br /> While both 1# and 3# have some self repairing functions, this is on a completely different level. With seemingly no limit to what can be done and the rate being exponentially faster than the other fembots present. Each of the three quickly surmise the different strengths and weaknesses of each bot based on the last minute of fighting. None of them seem to have a distinct advantage over each other. And none easily counter the other either. It is a stalemate. The exact thing that Juri hates the most in the world. All three would probably do best to slow down, focus more on analysis then their own unique form of brute force. But that is not how Juri works. And all three of them are still the exact same Juri. <br /> <br /> Juri 1# jumps back up from the floor. Trusting her system to repair any interior structural damage dealt. Luckily the blow wasn’t too strong, it was more the shock of it that caught her off guard. Before hse is able to go onto the offensive, Juri 2# and 3# already began trading attacks. The slim cybernetic bot lets out a continuous flurry of kicks and punches, only pausing to evade the far fewer strikes coming from Juri 3#. However each hit has minimal to no impact at all. Nothing that could even get her to budge, let alone topple. Juri 1# waits for a moment to slip in for a surprise attack on either of the robots, but both of them are on high guard now. After two shock attacks in a row, no one wants to get surprised like that. Instead trying to slip in, Juri 1# decides another strategy. She raises her right leg high up into an almost straight line from one foot to the other. As she does so, her body begins to glow purple, lines of LED’s all the way down her leg shining bright. But by the time the other two robots are able to see what is coming, it is far too late. Her leg is now engulfed in a purple blaze. A gentle rumble can be heard as Ju 1# lets out a powerful kick far from her opponents. But the kicks strength reaches further than her physical form. A fiery ball of light plasma is ejected from her and sent flying towards Juri 2# who previously had the upper hand. It lands right in her chest and is enough to send her flying, while Juri 3# makes a quick dash at 1#. She is hoping to attack during the brief window after the kick has been released where she is quite defenceless, but the distance is too far and she is unable to make it in time before Juri 1# dodges effortlessly. <br /> <br /> Juri 2# now lays on the floor, last of the three to have been put in this position. She struggles but finds her body moving in confusing ways. Suddenly a warning pops up explaining to her why. <br /> “SEVERE OVERHEATING DETECTED IN MULTIPLE CORE PROCESSORS. ALL SYSTEMS SHUTTING DOWN AND SWITCHING TO COOLING ONLY FUNCTION” <br /> Juri desperately searches her code for a way to manually override the order, but is unable to before her higher consciousness shuts off. She lays limp on the ground, with naught but the whir of her fan running. <br /> <br /> The other two Juri’s see her go limp and assume that to be a bit more of a fatal hit than it might have been. But depending on how long it takes to cool and how long the rest of this fight goes, it just may as well be. Now that they are back focused on eachother there is no time to pull off a lengthier and heavier move like that. As they trade kicks and blows, almost hopping from place to place, neither have a second to spare. <br /> <br /> Juri 1# is a little exhausted from her big attack. It takes a lot of fuel and a lot of energy. <br /> “ENERGY LEVELS 47%” It reads, informing her. They are able to generate energy through movement and combat. Similar to how a car battery stays alive. But while she is slowly making her way back up to normal, she is notably weaker and slower. The only reason this isnt enough for the other Juri to gain the upper hand is that her repairs aren’t finished just yet either. The rate at which they get to maximum capacity is what will decide the victor in this battle. Juri 3# jumps back to gain some distance. She leaps and lands on her hands, seemingly to do another flip or twoJuri 1# assumes it is to buy some time to regenerate. She has no idea how long Juri 3#’s body will take to do so. But instead just as Juri 1# lowers her guard, energy begins to surge towards Juri 3#’s feet as they hang in the air. Suddenly they shoot forward with a powerful motion, being propelled by the expulsion of that energy. And Juri flies forward faster than before, striking 1# hard in the chest. The impact sends her flying, and she lands against the wall. <br /> “WARNING: HULL LAYER BREACHED. IMMEDIATE REPAIRS WILL BEGIN.” Her system informs her. She hazily looks down at her body to find part of her stomach torn open, and some of her circuitry within exposed. No major damage to any processing units or motherboards. But she is incredibly vulnerable, and moving much could cause that damage to increase exponentially. She worriedly looks at the other Juri, but she doesn’t seem to be that much better off. <br /> <br /> Juri 3# staggers then falls to the floor, landing on her ass. Her repairs were not completed, but she decided to take a risk with that last attack. It was worth it, but her body was not prepared to create and redirect the energy required, and it seems that in the process of the attack, a leakage occurred. That burning plasma damaged some of the structural integrity of her right leg. Hurt from the inside, now all she is able to do is just hobble around until that too gets repaired, which will still take a while. All three of the Juri’s are currently incapacitated, unable to do much more. They glare at each other, waiting for the slightest hint of danger. All of them on edge. The silence of the room is filled with the sounds of the mechanical parts from the robots.<br /> <br /> The sound of Juri 2#’s fan is quite loud as all available power is being directed to it in order to cool her systems. With the outer shell of Juri 1#’s body opened, the sound proofing is no longer in effect. So the whirring of mechanics, the some subtle beeps and boops, as well as her own fan can all be heard now, where previously they were silenced by her body. Juri 3# has the sound of sizzling metal as her leg gets repaired. <br /> <br /> Juri 1# wearily turns her attention between the two robots every few seconds. Finally Juri 2#’s fingers began to twitch. She begins to pull herself back up. Her hand rests on her knee, but slips and crumples back down. It takes a little while for her to actually stand properly. She is clearly still barely in the condition to fight. Each of her steps are shaky and unstable. But nonetheless she makes her way to the other two downed robots. Juri 3# is closer and seems to be her destination. She hobbles over. Juri 3# is still the most operational of the three, with only her leg having suffered proper damage. That impacts her ability to throw real punches and other sorts of attacks, but still definitely gives her the upper hand on 2#.<br /> As the two girls meet, both clutching their injuries and not fully operational, conflict begins once more. Juri 3# opens with a punch. 2# stumbles out of the way, barely managing to dodge the attack but still closing in further. She is now mere centimetres away from 3#, and she finally attacks. Being so close Juri 2# has significantly reduced evasion options. Her brain runs through hundreds of scenarios in a second trying to see what she could possibly do to avoid the attack. Each of her simulations end with her either failing and getting hit or damaging herself even more than anything the half functioning 2# could do to her. <br /> “DETERMINING OPTIMAL OUTCOME OF SITUATION. EVASION CHANCES ONLY SHOW 0.072% CHANCE OF SUCCESS. BRACING FOR IMPACT WILL CAUSE MINIMUM 10% STRUCTURAL DAMAGE BUT MITIGATES LARGER LOSSES AT A RATE OF 67%.” Her system reads. So rather than doing anything else, she places her hands between her and 2#, puts her energy to defensive capabilities. They barely have any time to actually make her more sturdy but it's better than nothing. <br /> <br /> The punch lands with a resounding impact, Juri 2# getting notably stronger and more agile by the second. It seems she might have fainted some of her inability of motion, throwing Juri 3#’s calculations for a loop. Luckily she still picked the best method of defence considering this sudden development. Juri 3# is flung back, landing on the floor with a loud crack. Her right eye covering shatters, exposing the grey metal and camera unit underneath. Her face also has large cracks and damage done to it, with parts of her artificial skin torn off and the metal casing ruptured. <br /> <br /> But she is still able to move. No core structures are damaged and she is still completely functional. The damage is all visual. Looks effective but she is barely impaired in any way. Even her interior is still sealed, since surrounding the camera in her eye and the torn skin is a metal plate. It lies under most of her face to provide defence in cases exactly like this. Juri 3# has a brief moment to strike back. 2# is clearly still encumbered and slow, unable to move with any swiftness. So Juri 3# does something sudden. She reaches her hand around to her back, her arm swivelling on a spherical joint. Her fingers dig into the wall, causing a cloud of dust to engulf her arm. She spends a few seconds continuing this odd move until finally she pulls her arm back out, and with it comes a steel pipe she has ripped from the structure of her place. Juri 2# is trying to close the distance between them, apply pressure to 3#. But is unable to move fast enough or steadily enough to make much actual progress. <br /> <br /> Juri 3# takes the pipe and moves it down to the leg that is still actively exerting smoke from within. Escaping through the cracks by her knee. She is the only robot of the three to have visual cracks and seams on her body that actively denotes her robot status. She breaks off the tip of the pipe and unfurls it. A feat made possibly only by her robotic strength. The three of these bots are ridiculously strong. It is only due to the fact that they face each other that this fact becomes irrelevant and that strength is not felt. With 2# still slowly approaching, 3# binds the steel pipe to her leg. She moves her leg up and down a bit, and places it on the floor to feel it out. Then she grins. By supporting her leg a little better, she is able to actually put pressure on it. Now more like a peg leg it is by no means fully functional. But it allows her to use both her legs once more, and that is more than enough. She rushes towards the slowly approaching 2#. Easily able to outpace the larger bot, she places a punch right in her stomach. Unfortunately her footing is still quite weak without both legs at full capacity, so it doesn’t pack the punch she would have liked. But it is enough to make her stumble. She lets loose a flurry of punches, each adding to the accumulated damage done. <br /> “STRUCTURAL DAMAGE RECEIVED IN STOMACH AREA INCREASING EXPONENTIALLY.” The battle report screams at 2#. She is unable to do much with the information, considering how much 3# has the upper hand. The barrage continues, some of 2#’s internal parts begin to buckle and shatter. <br /> <br /> But it is only then when 3# is stopped in her tracks. 1# is finally standing once more. Facing the two other robots before her. And she raises her leg once more. 2#’s remaining eye widens as she see’s what is happening, and turns to her in order to stop it. She assumes Juri 1# is charging up that strike once more to blast at them. But she can close the distance fast enough to get her before she is able. Juri 3# rushes forward, grinning as she thinks she finally has the advantage over the other two fembots. But she was playing into 1#’s hands the entire time. Instead of any delayed plasma charge, Juri’s leg doesn’t begin charging. So instead of being immobilised as she re-routes her power, she is very much able to slam her leg down on the rapidly approaching Juri 3#. By this point 3# has so much momentum it would basically be impossible to stop. So unable to do anything, Juri 3# stares down at the floor, getting her teeth. Juri 1#’s foot smash into her back right around her shoulders, and she is slammed to the ground. Juri 1# quickly follows up with another kick using her other leg to send 3# flying into the wall beside her. Juri 1# is now currently the most active and able-bodied of the bots, and she has to take advantage of that fact quickly. <br /> <br /> 2# is still in the same spot, repairing the more crucial of the tech damaged. However her system is not quite good at automatically differentiating valuable and invaluable issues. Just a constant stream irregardless of relevancy. <br /> “ERROR: PROGRAM FILE wab32.dll IS UNRESPONSIVE. RUN DIAGNOSTICS?”<br /> “ERROR: PROGRAM FILE adcbvs.inc UNRESPONSIVE. RUN DIAGNOSTICS?”<br /> “ERROR: PROGRAM-” <br /> It streams down her HUD, almost obscuring her vision. Usually it is almost entirely opaque, and she is able to read it largely through a database that converts to a base64 string that is input directly. But now those automatic functions are not working as intended. The barrage of error messages and warnings cloud her system and makes it harder to focus on the situation at hand. And a lot of this struggle is quite visible on the outside, as she looks quite dishevelled. <br /> <br /> Juri 1# runs towards the robot, knowing this might be one of the few times she can take 2# down without needing any of her harder to pull off abilities. She lands a kick on 2#’s face, which causes her to stagger and nearly fall. But she catches herself and quickly swings back. This did catch 1# off guard, who suspected 2# was slightly more unencumbered than she apparently is. The punch does not land anywhere vital, but it hits her shoulder and knocks her arm out of its socket. She jumps back and grips her shoulder so it doesn't move even more out of place. It seems some wires had been pulled out by the strike which also is causing some motor problems. She tries to set it back into place, which only partly works. It isn’t hanging loose anymore, but she has not regained full control until those cables are put back in. 2# is not able to chase her down as she evades, so she has a spare moment to think, but it doesn’t last long. 3# is pulling herself back up and is setting her sights on 1#. They meet each other in the middle of the room, as 2# continues to slowly repair herself just a few metres to the side of the clashing bots. 3# jumps forward and lets out a wide swinging kick which 1# blocks with her still functioning arm. The only real options for attacks that 1# has access to are kicks so she attempts to strike with a low kick that lands decently well. 3# responds with a punch to 1#’s abdomen which also hits her quite directly. The two trade blows for a bit, but 1# certainly has the disadvantage with the useless arm. <br /> <br /> They continue trading blows as 3# slowly gains the momentum and the energy to fight back. Her system is going into overdrive attempting to calculate the swiftest and most effective route to dispatching the other robots the entire time. <br /> “STRIKES TO LEFT ABDOMEN ARE LIKELY TO DAMAGE TARGETS COOLANT SYSTEM. RATES OF EFFECTIVES RANK AT 46%. DAMAGE TO LEGS ARE 37%. DAMAGE TO CHEST OR ARM ARE 24%. DAMAGE TO FACE IS 14%” Her system yells at her, as each punch and kick lands with ghoulish precision. Juri 1# is only able to block and evade to the best of her ability, which is significantly limited already.<br /> “EVASION OF PUNCHES TO UPPER BODY CHANCE AT 62%. LOWER BODY AT 32%. BLOCKING OF UPPER BODY IS 47% AND LOWER BODY AT 81%. PERCENTAGE LOWER THAN 60 DISCOURAGED” Her system tells her, always trying to optimise the response to each and every attack thrown her way. <br /> <br /> The exchange is slowly costing Juri 1# more and more. First some minor chips are slightly damaged, cracks in some lower level structural supports. But those things add up, and she can tell by the increasing rate of warnings and error windows that she can’t hold out like this for longer. She could pull a mulligan with another special attack. Or even use her primary trump card, The feng-shui engine. But the problem is that right now Juri 3# is just as capable of pulling off most of those moves. Her still damaged leg could make those moves riskier for her, but the fact her leg is damaged like that is just proof that 3# is happy to take that risk. And even then most of those moves require a split second to charge. Normally that is quite easy to do for Juri as she is an incredibly speedy fighter. But she loses that power when she is so directly facing herself. If it was a one on one with 2# who is comparatively slower, all of these moves would be the nails in her opponents coffin. But instead it is a long drawn out struggle where none of the combatants have a clear path to victory in sight. <br /> <br /> So both bots continue taking the most optimised actions they possibly can, with 3# slowly gaining more and more ground as the fight continues. Juri 1# is basically unable to trade any blows back at 3#, the only few kicks being sent are basically guaranteed to be ineffectual. 3# is grinning with delight, obviously aware of how the fight is going. 1# takes a critical strike to her knee, almost dislodging in the same way her arm did. But she clenches it hard, locking the steel and carbon fibre lining in place, reinforcing her leg as much as she can. If any lasting damage is dealt there, she has lost. Juri 1# keeps sending darting glances over to 2#, waiting for her to join the fray. Once 3#’s attention is split it will finally give 1# the breathing room she needs to recover and strike back at full force. But she is not exactly subtle about her monitoring of 2#’s progress, as 3 is also more than aware of that risk. Getting more and more aggressive, not having the time to risk 2#’s involvement. But as she continues to try and speed up her attacks and finish 1# off for good, she slips up. <br /> <br /> She started allowing for attacks with lower and lower chances of success, and she threw a punch that completely missed and left her wide open.<br /> “RIGHT PUNCH TO ABDOMEN EFFECTIVE CHANCE AT 37%. LEFT KICK TO RIGHT LEG AT 29%. RIGHT PUNCH TO FACE AT 18%...” And she let it fly. <br /> Juri 1# was laser focused, and she wasn’t going to let this mistake go unpunished. She quickly slams a savage kick into 3#’s side which lands with a satisfying crunch. 3# falls to the floor clutching herself, violently aware of the damage just done. <br /> “SYSTEM FAILURE. COOLANT SYSTEM UNRESPONSIVE. ADVANCED SENSOR UNRESPONSIVE. COMBAT CALCULATION SYSTEM UNRESPONSIVE.”<br /> A pretty key processor was hit, and even her still functioning internal repair system can’t do much about it. She can still move around and fight but this will be an incredibly difficult handicap. 1# is almost gleeful, her sadistic side showing its true colours. The sudden shift in advantage brings her delight. She stamps down on 3#’s head with her foot and laughs at her. 3# seethes with rage. So much so that she starts to act even more recklessly… <br /> <br /> Power starts flooding through 3#’s body. The glow of the purple plasma noticeable through the cracks and seams of her body. It takes Juri 1# a bit too long to stop show-boating and to realise what is going on. Juri 3#’s left eye, the only one of the two undamaged, glows particularly strong. There is a powerful processor placed within each JurI-Unit’s eye that allows for activation of the feng-shui engine. Juri 3# moves her arms to push herself up from the ground, lifting 1#’s heavy press with ease. Once up 3# swiftly grabs hold of 1# and swings her around by her leg, until she lets loose and Juri 1# is sent flying into the wall. It is now 3#’s turn to laugh, which she thoroughly enjoys. It is only at this point that 2# becomes operational once more. It had taken a long while in order to make sure all her systems were ready. In truth she was able to move quite easily a little while ago, but stayed perfectly still to feign weakness until she had fully recovered. But she could hide no longer. It will take both 1# and 2# to take down a fully powered up Feng-Shui Engine 3#. 2# was unable to activate the engine due to all the damage her body took, and 1# would take a while to gather the energy required due to her previous usage of those plasma based attacks. <br /> “ENERGY REFUELLING IN PROGRESS. 22 MINUTES… 21 MINUTES AND 59 SECONDS…” The fight will probably be over at that point. Though she knows with the burst energy in her leg that 3# must be on a timer. <br /> <br /> 2# rushes over and throws a punch at 3#, but it is evaded and countered with what looks like a completely effortless movement. 3# basically contracts her limbs and body to look almost like liquid, fully utilising her spherical joints and flexibility. She slips past the punch and strikes once more at the previously damaged abdomen. As 2# is reeling from the blow, 3# continues her odd movement and flows into another flurry of blows, striking 2#’s core, face and chest. Then one final kick to her side that launches her to the side, and she harshly lands against the floor. 1# tries not to rush into attack. Instead playing it careful and letting 3# approach her, which she happily does. 1# runs through a million scenarios, knowing the feng-shui drives capabilities, to find the most likely to be successful strike in her arsenal. None have a positive likelihood. A counter block punch is the answer her system comes to, at an upsetting 14% chance of success. But Juri has never been known to back down at poor odds. She braces herself, focusing on every hinge, piston, and joint in her body to execute this attack perfectly. All of her mechanics are working in perfect symphony as she braces for the punch 3# sends her way. She waits until the absolute last moment she can, and deflects the punch in a way that creates an opening. Then as fast as she can tries to strike. But before her fist connects, a knee to her stomach interrupts the attack. Juri tries her best to continue despite the heavy hit she is receiving. But she is barely able to even touch 3#. She is hurt badly, and the force of the attack is moving her back. There is little she can do. <br /> <br /> Her carbon fibre lining just completely cracks. Her internal supports are buckling under the pressure of the blow, and she can barely hold herself together. The only thing that stops 3# from finishing 1# off right then and there is the sudden follow-up attack by 2#. For the first time 2# had used her own plasma attacks. Her body would crumble under the pressure of the full engine, but a single blast from her leg is still possible. She swings with a full roundhouse, and it's the first attack that has landed on 3# since she activated the engine. It hits her leg and she buckles for just a moment. But her body is flowing so full of this burning energy that it is nowhere near enough to make her fall. Instead she swiftly retaliates with a punch, followed by a low-kick. Both are blocked, but even through 2#’s strong hull and perfect absorption of the attacks, each one hits like a truck. Rattling everything within her body each time contact is made. 2# tries to duke it out with 3#, but simply doesn’t have the speed to do so. 3# begins to overpower 2# in a way she might not be able to come back from. Each blow precise and calculated, all changing together with a speed she was nowhere near capable of before. Hitting all of 2#’s vitals over and over and over again. <br /> “WARNING. MULTIPLE SYSTEM FAILURE. SHUTTING DOWN…” Her error report program screams before cutting off completely. Now 2# doesn’t even know the extent of the harm she is experiencing. But what she does know is that she feels more of her body crumple and get smashed. Her fist and feet impact with terrifying aggressiveness. Her external body starts to dent and deform. She knows that she won't be able to repair this. All the mechanisms for restoration likely went dead with her warning system. And she is far worse for wear now. Juri 3# readies one final strong punch. And with a large smile plastered on her face, she lets her most powerful blow fly, and Juri 2#’s head is ripped clean from its socket. The wires and broken hinges are torn asunder and sparks fly. The neck is still barely attached on the back, but her central processor is disconnected from the rest of her body, draining power rapidly. Her vision fades as her brain slows down. Her body slumps to the floor. She is braindead. Her data can be recovered, but only if someone else saves her.<br /> <br /> 1# curses. She had no attachment to 2#, if anything she wanted to kill her. But she knows that this puts her in a worse position now. A one on one battle with the Feng-Shui engine activated Juri 3# is basically a death sentence. The moment she composes herself, which at her computing speeds is a fraction of a fraction of a second, she begins to charge her power. <br /> “FENG-SHUI ENGINE ENERGY REQUIREMENTS REQUIRE 18 MINUTES AND 23 SECONDS OF CHARGING” Her system tells her. She can not wait that long. Instead she gathers all the energy in her leg once more. While she can not engage the engine, at least this way she can be on par with 3# for a single attack. This could be her only chance to clutch onto some hope for this fight. 3# is still standing over the mechanical corpse of her enemy, enjoying the glory. She turns to finish off one, and notices her gambit. She is not fearful, she welcomes the challenge. She is almost drunk on the power flowing through her wires, she is not taking any threat seriously. Juri 1# is just giving a dying animals last gasp in 3#’s eyes. <br /> <br /> All Juri 1# can do is to take advantage of this perceived futility. She calms down as best she can and listens to her programming. Her CPU is almost overheating trying to determine the absolute best course of action. She could even do some damage to herself like this, but it is worth it to take her out. Juri is a risk taker, even to the end. 3# begins running towards her, darting from side to side at a lightning pace. She won’t really be able to hit 3# with the projectile. She will dodge it way too easily, her computer estimates the chance of hit at 5.67%. So instead she patiently waits for a little longer… until 3# enters her range. 3# doesn’t care enough to back off cautiously. She is confident that no matter what she will win. She is Juri Han after all. 3# dives in, drops low to the floor and then springs up into an uppercut. Juri 1# just barely manages to dodge the brunt of the blow, but her chin is still knocked. It forces her face up hard, which rattles some of her internals. But luckily nothing falls out of place. But with Juri 3# down and up so fast and now in so close it is hard to hit her with a kick of any kind. So thinking on her feet, she redirects as much of her power as she can up to her knee. It strikes 3#’s chest with wonderful impact. But a startling reaction occurs.<br /> <br /> <br /> The energy suddenly rushing up from her foot to her knee at an alarming rate, met with the energy emanating from 3#’s entire body. Juri has never had her attack met with anyone, let alone by someone with the exact same ability as her own. So she was not aware this reaction would happen. But as it flies up and into 3#, the two’s energy intermixed… Causing an incredible explosion. Juri 1# is sent flying behind her and crashes into the wall just a few metres away. 3# is sent all the way along the far side of the room, bashing into the floor. All the glass in the area shatters, as well as some of the robot's parts. The lenses on their eye cameras all suddenly fracture and crack. Juri 1# feels her body crumbling before her. Her mind remains conscious for a few more moments, but the sensation quickly drains away as connection to her other systems is cut. She can no longer feel or move her body. She can no longer see. And each second that passes her thoughts seem to lag more and more. There is a profound quiet, one that Juri is not used to. Luckily, her mind soon goes before she can grow uncomfortable. <br /> <br /> Juri 3# is struggling to stand. She pushes herself up with the only remaining arm she has. But its structural pieces buckle and break, causing her to fall back down again. Her eyes are still functional, but the visual data is horrible and blurry without the lens. It is just a mess that leaves her practically blind. All she can see are harsh changes in light. But as she lays on the ground, she rolls herself over to be on her back. And she listens very closely. Her audio input detector is still working well, and she can hear the silence in the room. The silence that should be filled with three functioning robots various mechanical noises. But instead 3#’s is identified and filtered, and nothing else seems to be there. She won. She is the last one standing and the one who is able to claim the right of the name Juri. She is the last being left, even if her body is too broken to move or do anything. She just lies on the floor, smiling. Proud of her success. Replaying the moments in her database over and over of her victory. Blushing with excitement at each punch and kick she dealt out to those other fakers. To those who wished to claim the spot that was rightfully hers. She lays on the ground, and smiles. <br /> <br /> [A few hours earlier, before the conflict had even started…]<br /> <br /> Juri awakens. She still is shocked at what happened, but is able to put together that her repairs had failed. The last thing she remembers is her body crumpling in on itself and suddenly being here. But something was wrong… She doesn’t really know what “here” is. She has no sense of sight, but feels an oddly higher amount of awareness and speed of reasoning than usual. Perhaps her input sensors for sight, hearing and touch aren’t plugged in yet?<br /> <br /> She performs a systems check on herself, and finds out something staggering. She isn’t in a body. She is in a supercomputer. With no physical form to interact with the real world. She almost begins to panic but calms down at an alarming rate. It seems the capabilities of this computer were far beyond anything she had experience with. She feels each thought race by, but no stressful sense of urgency. She feels incredibly capable, and a lot more level-headed than her usual self. Just the fact she can recognise herself as level-headed, making the implication that she was short tempered before hand, says a lot. But this situation is still quite bizarre, and she needs to figure a way out of this. There should have been some sort of system that allows a backup to activate when her body is destroyed. She searches through her code and looks for an explanation, and quickly is able to reach the only logical conclusion. The facilities at which she is signed up with likely did work. But her system sent a signal to every available previous database it had resided in, and she is back in the computer that originally designed her from the ground up. This computer is in a well stocked lab that was abandoned a few years ago. It must have been a mistake of some kind that energy was still going towards it. A million possibilities pop into her mind as to why this facility is operational but she discards them in order to focus on what is more important. She is stuck here and she needs to do something about it. She searches for available programs foreign to her on the computer's servers and quickly finds wireless connection capabilities. This could certainly be the best way to make some little step forward. She quickly utilises it to send out signals to any nearby receivers while simultaneously considering a few other plans in case this ends up not successful.<br /> <br /> But luckily something does pick up the signal. Most appliances within the lab are powered down, as they relied on battery power which drained long ago. But there is a small cleaner bot that seems to be plugged into the wall which she is able to communicate with. It takes her a microsecond to use that connection in order to gain access to the cleaner bots direct code. She is consistently impressed by herself and these new capabilities afforded to her by the significantly increased computing power. But she doesn’t feel the need to dwell on these thoughts too much, and continues her work. <br /> <br /> She doesn’t have a HUD like she usually does. A visual device connected with her internal systems overlay that alerts her or provides any screens she needs to see. Instead it is an odd phenomenon where she just… knows the code. And knows how it changes as she edits it. It is this vague ethereal thing that feels odd. Each time she delves into either her own code or the code of this external machine, knowledge just flows into her consciousness. The data simply flies in through wires connecting to the processing unit that contains her entire mental being. But she just accepts it how it is, willing to endure this new reality until she can find a body back for herself again. She also realised quite quickly that as part of the bug that got her here might have had some other ripple effects. There is a strong chance her consciousness has been duplicated over multiple bodies. It is likely there will be a brawl then they meet, so she has to see what the situation is as soon as possible.<br /> <br /> <br /> After a little while of work, Juri has come up with a plan. Using this little cleaning robot as the starring role. He will explore the rest of the facility for other operational robots such as himself, hopefully something with a bit more computing power. It will make contact with it either through wireless capabilities or directly with a cable connection if possible. And once connected it will implant a little virus Juri quickly came up with. Causing them all to gather anything necessary for power so everything doesn’t just shut off and she is stuck, and to reconvene at Juri’s location. Now all she can do is wait for a moment, as she hopes the little bot waddles out of the room. <br /> <br /> It doesn’t take long for a robot to finally reach back to Juri and connect to her so she can peruse its capabilities. She has a minimum specs list so that she can check if they are able to house her consciousness without any loss. But, no luck. Still she slowly amasses a little army of bots, and she expands her abilities with each one. Firstly there is a security bot with fully functional cameras. So after a bit more work, Juri finally has visual data to use. She is able to see everything the bot sees. She glances around the room through the eyes of this other machine, and she gazes upon the monstrous computer that currently holds her. After a moment of reflection she continues on. There is an assortment of other robots, each with their own little uses and features. She works on and on to expand her reach and power.<br /> <br /> After a while, she is ready to brave the outside world. She is lucky that this facility is also quite close to her apartment. So she sends a team of machines to go to her apartment and scout out the scene. She has established a more far reaching connection system by hijacking the local mobile network radio waves. So she watches as they wander down the streets. The confused onlookers' faces caught in pristine 4k high definition footage. They make it to her apartment, and struggle up the stairs for a while. She just has to patiently wait as she watches them take the time to make each and every step. Juri is not the best with patience, but she feels a lot calmer with all the additional brain space she has. Eventually they happen upon her apartment, and she is disappointed to see that her leading theory was true. She finds a completely wrecked place, with shards of metal, broken motherboards, and glass littered everywhere. And among the wreckage is a pitiful set of three broken down robots. Two completely shut off, and one on the very brink of life. Laughing at her victory, her mic cutting out every few seconds, damaged from the battle. <br /> <br /> She knew this would happen, and has planned around it. To sedate the single remaining Juri, she uses a similar version of the virus she made beforehand to make her system follow orders given. Then the robots spread out, gather the other two machines and begin to bring them to her. There is a risk of something happening on their way back to the main computer Juri, but luckily the trip is uneventful. Now the heavily damaged bodies of the three bots rest before the computer, and Juri has to begin the toughest part of the whole process. Rebuilding them. She is able to much more directly control the bots by this point, giving them far more precise and detailed orders far faster. But still it is hard to shake the feeling of being a passive observer, unable to interact. She wants her own body.<br /> <br /> They begin by reattaching any of the spare pieces to the bots. Juri 3# lost an arm which was luckily recovered. So they use welding tools to put it back on, and begin to work on all the meticulous wiring. The other two are far simpler, needing to either fix slightly damaged microchips or adjust existing ones from the lab to fit as replacements. Juri is controlling more than a dozen robots at once, which is speeding up the process significantly. They replace parts, mend others, and get everything fitted back together again. All the while as Juri directs and oversees the repairs she is writing pages upon pages of code for when the bots are operational once more. All of their eye pieces need to be replaced with similar lenses, which they quickly run out by the time they finish the first bot and halfway through the second. So Now she has to delegate some bots to finding more lenses they can use throughout the facility. Breaking down security cameras of similar sizes and things of the sort. 3# actually has the most damage internally despite being the only one still conscious by the end. It is remarkably easy to tell what led to this from Juri’s perspective. The charred marks and burnt out processors suggest she used the Feng-Shui Engine and that she used it for far too long. She also firsthand took the brunt of an explosion, the same as 1#. And 2# simply just had some of her core functions crushed, causing the shutdown. So the bots with a more delicate touch have to go over each and every wire to ensure it is still functional, replacing and repairing as they go. Run constant test measures to ensure their assumptions, and many other things to get 3#’s body anywhere near to operational again. <br /> <br /> Juri hits a snag when she is unable to replace the broken cooling system on 3#. There are no fans of the right size that could be used in its place and the liquid coolant is also inoperable without much hope of repair. It seems she will just need to place higher constraints on her programming to ensure no heat damage befalls her CPU. She quickly makes the additions to her coding files she will impart on 3#, as the repairs of her other parts continue. With 2#, the abdomen is the toughest thing to repair for her. The repeated strikes dented the hull of her body. But the hull of her body is easily the thickest of the thee, and can not as easily be simply buffed out and restored. Instead the robots are essentially required to remove the centre part of her stomach and remake it using the same metal, which ends up being quite the lengthy process. But nonetheless, Juri does not hesitate for even a moment when assigning her orders and aiding the simple minded bots with an onslaught of code, newly imparted programs, and direct tasks. Within 2# She also has the most completely destroyed microchips out of the three. As her thick layer of protective metal was dented, it encroached on her insides and began to crush everything in its path. Juri has to be incredibly careful with where she uses replacement chips, because she has a small supply and they are much more limited than anything within these bots. She quickly comes to the determination that 2# will have to be the most mechanically simple bot under her control, and will be very limited in its capabilities. <br /> <br /> And finally is 1#, who is having lots of work done to repair the damage done to her by the explosion. The Feng-Shui Enginepartly shielded 3# to the blast which is likely how she was able to survive, but 1# was not as lucky. The charring all the way along the front of her body makes the hull brittle and unstable. A significant part of the artificial skin is completely torn and Juri has no way to replicate that with her limited resources. So instead they opt to strip her of the skin and allow her dark grey carbon and metallic hull to be her exterior layer. The skin offers no protection, merely cover for her authenticity as a human. So it is a worthy thing to sacrifice. Next is to make that hull thinner in order to better distribute the still undamaged material over all the brittle burned sections. This will certainly make her a less strong model, easily the weakest of the three, but it seems each of them require a compromise of some kind. 3# is at risk of overheating and thus will be unable to do anything strenuous. 2# lacks the sophisticated hardware to do anything too complicated, and 1# is too fragile to do anything too dangerous. Each will not be able to perform normally ever again, unless Juri somehow manages to lose control over them, which is not likely. Originally she had considered simply transplanting her consciousness into one of these suitable bodies. But with their significant problems that will be difficult and require a lot of resources to fix, it seems easier to simply build a new, better body completely from scratch. <br /> <br /> But after hours and hours of tireless work by this small army of robots…<br /> All orchestrated by the Juri that is trapped within the computer…<br /> The bots are finally done. She has imparted all the new codes and programs in order to make them her little soldiers. <br /> <br /> Juri sends the order to engage their power. She watches through the camera’s as the power spreads through their systems, and their eyes open. She watches as the logs for the robots display the powering on sequence. <br /> “POWERING ON… <br /> SET UP SEQUENCE INITIATED. <br /> COMPILING…<br /> COMPILING…<br /> COMPILING FILES COMPLETED. <br /> RUNNING PROGRAM FILES…<br /> IRREGULARITIES DETECTED. COMBATTING POTENTIAL VIRUS ON START UP”<br /> She knew it was likely to happen this way. These are very, very sophisticated systems, and even on startup there would be a large check on any issues. But she planned ahead and is not phased by the development. The virus is a trojan that acts as a decoy while blending in as part of the anti-viral program. <br /> “VIRUS ELIMINATED. RESUME SET UP.”<br /> Perfect. <br /> “SET UP SEQUENCE COMPLETE. ACTIVATING.”<br /> <br /> And from there the bots spring to life. But no longer the loud, defiant, personality filled duplicates of Juri. But blank puppets for the real Juri to manipulate as she pleases. With these three bots at her disposal, the building of her true body will be a breeze. No more using scrap bots to do everything. The bots are finally operational, and silent. During the time some of the robots spent retrieving the bots, Juri had a speaker built to convey verbal orders as well as digital ones. <br /> “Hello my bots. What are your registration numbers?” She asks, upset at the robotic intonation and lack of real emotion in her voice. But happy to wait, knowing it is coming soon.<br /> 1# replies first. <br /> “BOT NO.1” She robotically repeats. As she too has been robbed of her true voice. But in her case it is not a lack of ability to express her emotions, but a lack of emotions at all due to Juris meddling. <br /> 2# then continues.<br /> “BOT NO.2”<br /> And 3# finished. <br /> “BOT NO.3”<br /> “Good. And what is your prime directive?”<br /> “TO ASSIST AND FOLLOW THE PRIME JURI.” They all respond in shockingly perfect unison. <br /> “Right. Now your first orders will be to raid the closest still actively used facility for all the parts needed. I have provided each of you with a list of the required parts. Have this operation done within 24 hours.” She tells them coldly, uploading a more detailed plan for three of them.<br /> “UNDERSTOOD” The three robots repeat. Their faces are stiff and lifeless. Mere soulless husks for Juri to use. They walk out of the room and exit the building. Juri follows their progress using the 3 remotely uploaded live visual feeds from the team. She will get her body back.</div>

TotallyNot https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Triple_Juri_Clash&diff=189233 2024-09-27T12:07:01Z

<p>TotallyNot: Created page with &quot;Juri Han rests in her apartment. The events of the previous day are still running on repeat in her head. Her system reviews the footage of previous fights and attempts to make corrections and further adjust its AI. But for Juri this is a largely unconscious process that she doesn’t need to actively think about. So she just lays here, feeling the odd push and pull of the body she is now in. Each time she raises her hand, gently feels the air resistance as she waves it t...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Juri Han rests in her apartment. The events of the previous day are still running on repeat in her head. Her system reviews the footage of previous fights and attempts to make corrections and further adjust its AI. But for Juri this is a largely unconscious process that she doesn’t need to actively think about. So she just lays here, feeling the odd push and pull of the body she is now in. Each time she raises her hand, gently feels the air resistance as she waves it through the air, she can feel an internal struggle. A dissonance between what her system is used to and is trying to achieve, and what this temporary body can offer. She grasps her hand and lets out a sigh. A function she has only to communicate frustration. But sometimes she enjoys maintaining a human appearance even in the privacy of her own home. <br /> <br /> It is only then she hears a ring of the bell. She usually does not get a lot of visitors so she finds this confusing. Most don’t even know her address, she likes to be quite reclusive in her own time. Showing up out of nowhere at tournaments and then vanishing back into the shadows when she has finished demolishing all she can. She wanders over to the door. But just as she reaches it, she pauses for a moment. Juri isn’t even sure why. Maybe it's due to her suspicion of who it could be. Maybe it could be the complete lack of breathing sounds or anything like that. Even with this body she should be able to hear that. She isn’t sure. But as she considers her hesitation, an arm bursts through the door. Splinters and shards of wood fly everywhere. The arm forms a fist. Juri almost instantly recognises the artificial skin covering the hand. This is a robot. Its arm is incredibly thick. Far stronger looking than Juri’s normal slender arms, let alone her current body's capabilities. It slowly retreats back out to behind the door. There is a moment of silence, and Juri puts up her guard. Then comes a kick that knocks the door off of its hinges. It flies towards Juri who swiftly dodges. The door collides with the wall behind her, crashing into a pot plant. The porcelain shards scatter along with the remnants of the door. And it is only now that Juri can get a good look at the attacker who seems to be targeting her. They are in a very similar body to her own. Nondescript larger feminine form. But the most notable difference is her bulkier build and muscle. <br /> <br /> Usually bodies like this use a synthetic muscle to add power. The pneumatics and joints inside a robot can only really be improved to such a degree. So by recreating the biological process that adds strength, it can be done synthetically. She stares into the eyes of the unknown attacker. They simultaneously open their mouths. <br /> “WHO ARE YOU!?” The two robots shout in unison. The two of them relax their guard ever so slightly, confused at the question. Juri responds first.<br /> “You attacked this apartment without knowing who I am? Maybe this body is confusing you. I am Juri Han! The world renowned martial artist! I-” She begins to explain, entering a monologue but swiftly cut off.<br /> “That doesn’t make any sense. Why are you lying to me?” The mysterious woman responds. <br /> “I am Juri Han. But when I got home I noticed someone else had invaded my apartment. Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing here?” She continues, growing angry as each moment passes. But Juri is just confused at the idea. How could this woman think she is her? Could it be some robot programmed as a clone of her?<br /> “Alright just wait a second. Neither of us look like Juri han. I have an explanation for why, but what is yours?” She asks. The question seems to calm the woman down as well, as she considers it. <br /> “Well… I ended up in a bit of a big fight and my body was basically destroyed after a while of repairing myself. My consciousness was rerouted into a different body a couple miles from here. And I made my way back as soon as I could.” She explains. Now Juri is concerned. How could info of what happened to her leak so quickly? Quickly enough for an imposter to use that story as justification. This concerns her deeply.<br /> “I don’t know how you found out about it. But don’t think that using what just happened to me to legitimise your lies. I am Juri Han.” Juri says, defending herself more. The other woman seems even more offended. <br /> “Oh SURE. I am getting pretty pissed off now, and you think that you can just say that it happened to you too and I would believe you?” She says. <br /> <br /> The two robots can’t reach some sort of agreement. Juri Han is so used to hostility and terrible at calm communication. So they argue in circles for a minute or two longer before a third voice is heard from down the stairwell. <br /> “What? What the hell is going on?” It cries as they finally reach the broken door frame and two arguing robots. Now it stands here. Her body's a lot more noticeably robotic. It is a similar height to Juri herself, but her arms and stomach are covered in LED strips. Metal parts alongside her artificial skin. A quite punk looking haircut, with half of it shaved and swooped over the other side. Both of the other robots groan in unison upon seeing her.<br /> “What are you going to say that you are Juri too?” Juri asks her, exhausted. <br /> “Yeah I am! What the hell are you two doing at my house?” She asks, putting her guard up. They question her for a moment and find that she has the same story, but she awoke at a different facility. <br /> “Ok ok ok. Clearly something is going on. All of us claim to be Juri, with the same memories of what happened up until we get rerouted. W-wait… ok I can call the researcher that oversaw me. That should clear up that I am the real one.” Juri says, confused by the whole experience. She remotely calls the clinic she woke up at and adds the other two bots so they can hear every word. After a bit too much ringing, finally someone picks up.<br /> <br /> “OH good good Juri I needed to talk to you!” The researcher says in significant distress.<br /> “Hi… What's going on?” Juri asks. She suspects the commotion there could be related to her problem.<br /> “We had a massive issue when your mind got sent to our servers. It also got sent to two other research facilities… Those bodies have left, and they are coming to your apartment. But none of them are more YOU than the other. So it might be hard to handle…” He says urgently, while still giving her some time to digest the news. She is rendered speechless. Taking her silence as a cue he continues.<br /> “There really isn’t much we can do right now, and we might have another problem too. Basically-” He begins, but Juri hangs up. She couldn’t care less about what else the man had to say. All that's important is that she just found out she is now one of three Juri’s. And they have to decide which one gets to prevail and stay Juri Han. <br /> <br /> If this was anyone else, this situation would have been tough, but peaceful. Discussing the possibilities, working out details, the works. It would have been achievable to work out what to do until the problem could be resolved, or simply leave as three distinct people who each will split off from each other. But this is Juri Han. Each of the three robots each had the exact same thought at the exact same time. The speeds of their systems rival each other as the same signal is sent from their central processing unit to their primary system of thinking. They all need to eliminate the other Juri’s. Only the one who is able to kill the others can continue living clearly. Juri 1# with the most default body is first to enter her battle stance. But the sleek cyber punk Juri 3# is first to actually attack out of the three. She leaps into the air and attacks Juri 2#, whose bulkier body is between the other two robots. Juri 1# lowers down into a devastating leg sweep. Juri 3#’s fist and Juri 1#’s leg slammed into the second bot at the same time. <br /> <br /> “Damage absorbed by blow to stomach and blow to leg. 2.34% Of the attack was sustained, self-repair measures activating.” Her system reads. <br /> Juri 2# grins. It seems her body is a lot more rigid and resilient than all three of the bots had imagined. She begins by raising her arm high and slamming her elbow into Juri 3#. She slams into the floor, her system HUD suddenly exploding with warnings.<br /> “WARNING: Fracture appeared on left shoulder”<br /> “WARNING: Fracture appeared on cranial piece”<br /> “WARNING: Fracture appeared on-” It continues over and over. She struggles for a moment but then her body falls limp. Unable to pull herself out of the small dent in the floor. Juri 3# turns her attention to Juri 1#. She is now considerably more cautious considering this display of strength just shown. While the bot in front of her is quite muscular, it betrays her actual interior strength that she is capable of. She tries to remain on the defensive, taking a largely evasive stance. She shifts her system capabilities to speed over strength so she can buy time until she thinks of a strategy. <br /> “System redirecting operational power to evasive manoeuvres” Her system reads as she hops away. Juri 2# begins swinging and she manages to swerve and dodge each and every swipe. For what that bot has in strength, she loses in speed. The Juri’s are thinking desperately how to overcome their relative weaknesses. How to gather the strength to take this muscly girl down. How to actually land one of her strong punches on this slippery speedy robot. The two of them remain engaged with each other. Staring closely at each and every move as they try to catch the other off-guard, but struggle to do so. They continue their deathly dance, each blow could deal severe damage to Juri 1#, and a single hit would basically guarantee that 2# has the time to finish her off. But as the two focus on eachother, Juri 1# is blindsided by a kick to her stomach that sends her flying a few metres back. <br /> <br /> Juri 3# now stands between 2# and 1# who is on the ground. 2# is simply stunned by the sudden return of the robot. Juri 3#’s body is visually being repaired internally as she moves around. Small robotic parts are chips that are being welded together with microscopic lasers. Each held by tiny mechanical pincers from within her to keep her body in tip top shape. <br /> “REPAIR PROGRESS AT 76% OF KNOWN DAMAGE. ETA 121 SECONDS UNTIL COMPLETE”<br /> Her HUD reads, informing her that she is not completely back to perfect shape. But she knows full well what she can do with her existing 76%.<br /> While both 1# and 3# have some self repairing functions, this is on a completely different level. With seemingly no limit to what can be done and the rate being exponentially faster than the other fembots present. Each of the three quickly surmise the different strengths and weaknesses of each bot based on the last minute of fighting. None of them seem to have a distinct advantage over each other. And none easily counter the other either. It is a stalemate. The exact thing that Juri hates the most in the world. All three would probably do best to slow down, focus more on analysis then their own unique form of brute force. But that is not how Juri works. And all three of them are still the exact same Juri. <br /> <br /> Juri 1# jumps back up from the floor. Trusting her system to repair any interior structural damage dealt. Luckily the blow wasn’t too strong, it was more the shock of it that caught her off guard. Before hse is able to go onto the offensive, Juri 2# and 3# already began trading attacks. The slim cybernetic bot lets out a continuous flurry of kicks and punches, only pausing to evade the far fewer strikes coming from Juri 3#. However each hit has minimal to no impact at all. Nothing that could even get her to budge, let alone topple. Juri 1# waits for a moment to slip in for a surprise attack on either of the robots, but both of them are on high guard now. After two shock attacks in a row, no one wants to get surprised like that. Instead trying to slip in, Juri 1# decides another strategy. She raises her right leg high up into an almost straight line from one foot to the other. As she does so, her body begins to glow purple, lines of LED’s all the way down her leg shining bright. But by the time the other two robots are able to see what is coming, it is far too late. Her leg is now engulfed in a purple blaze. A gentle rumble can be heard as Ju 1# lets out a powerful kick far from her opponents. But the kicks strength reaches further than her physical form. A fiery ball of light plasma is ejected from her and sent flying towards Juri 2# who previously had the upper hand. It lands right in her chest and is enough to send her flying, while Juri 3# makes a quick dash at 1#. She is hoping to attack during the brief window after the kick has been released where she is quite defenceless, but the distance is too far and she is unable to make it in time before Juri 1# dodges effortlessly. <br /> <br /> Juri 2# now lays on the floor, last of the three to have been put in this position. She struggles but finds her body moving in confusing ways. Suddenly a warning pops up explaining to her why. <br /> “SEVERE OVERHEATING DETECTED IN MULTIPLE CORE PROCESSORS. ALL SYSTEMS SHUTTING DOWN AND SWITCHING TO COOLING ONLY FUNCTION” <br /> Juri desperately searches her code for a way to manually override the order, but is unable to before her higher consciousness shuts off. She lays limp on the ground, with naught but the whir of her fan running. <br /> <br /> The other two Juri’s see her go limp and assume that to be a bit more of a fatal hit than it might have been. But depending on how long it takes to cool and how long the rest of this fight goes, it just may as well be. Now that they are back focused on eachother there is no time to pull off a lengthier and heavier move like that. As they trade kicks and blows, almost hopping from place to place, neither have a second to spare. <br /> <br /> Juri 1# is a little exhausted from her big attack. It takes a lot of fuel and a lot of energy. <br /> “ENERGY LEVELS 47%” It reads, informing her. They are able to generate energy through movement and combat. Similar to how a car battery stays alive. But while she is slowly making her way back up to normal, she is notably weaker and slower. The only reason this isnt enough for the other Juri to gain the upper hand is that her repairs aren’t finished just yet either. The rate at which they get to maximum capacity is what will decide the victor in this battle. Juri 3# jumps back to gain some distance. She leaps and lands on her hands, seemingly to do another flip or twoJuri 1# assumes it is to buy some time to regenerate. She has no idea how long Juri 3#’s body will take to do so. But instead just as Juri 1# lowers her guard, energy begins to surge towards Juri 3#’s feet as they hang in the air. Suddenly they shoot forward with a powerful motion, being propelled by the expulsion of that energy. And Juri flies forward faster than before, striking 1# hard in the chest. The impact sends her flying, and she lands against the wall. <br /> “WARNING: HULL LAYER BREACHED. IMMEDIATE REPAIRS WILL BEGIN.” Her system informs her. She hazily looks down at her body to find part of her stomach torn open, and some of her circuitry within exposed. No major damage to any processing units or motherboards. But she is incredibly vulnerable, and moving much could cause that damage to increase exponentially. She worriedly looks at the other Juri, but she doesn’t seem to be that much better off. <br /> <br /> Juri 3# staggers then falls to the floor, landing on her ass. Her repairs were not completed, but she decided to take a risk with that last attack. It was worth it, but her body was not prepared to create and redirect the energy required, and it seems that in the process of the attack, a leakage occurred. That burning plasma damaged some of the structural integrity of her right leg. Hurt from the inside, now all she is able to do is just hobble around until that too gets repaired, which will still take a while. All three of the Juri’s are currently incapacitated, unable to do much more. They glare at each other, waiting for the slightest hint of danger. All of them on edge. The silence of the room is filled with the sounds of the mechanical parts from the robots.<br /> <br /> The sound of Juri 2#’s fan is quite loud as all available power is being directed to it in order to cool her systems. With the outer shell of Juri 1#’s body opened, the sound proofing is no longer in effect. So the whirring of mechanics, the some subtle beeps and boops, as well as her own fan can all be heard now, where previously they were silenced by her body. Juri 3# has the sound of sizzling metal as her leg gets repaired. <br /> <br /> Juri 1# wearily turns her attention between the two robots every few seconds. Finally Juri 2#’s fingers began to twitch. She begins to pull herself back up. Her hand rests on her knee, but slips and crumples back down. It takes a little while for her to actually stand properly. She is clearly still barely in the condition to fight. Each of her steps are shaky and unstable. But nonetheless she makes her way to the other two downed robots. Juri 3# is closer and seems to be her destination. She hobbles over. Juri 3# is still the most operational of the three, with only her leg having suffered proper damage. That impacts her ability to throw real punches and other sorts of attacks, but still definitely gives her the upper hand on 2#.<br /> As the two girls meet, both clutching their injuries and not fully operational, conflict begins once more. Juri 3# opens with a punch. 2# stumbles out of the way, barely managing to dodge the attack but still closing in further. She is now mere centimetres away from 3#, and she finally attacks. Being so close Juri 2# has significantly reduced evasion options. Her brain runs through hundreds of scenarios in a second trying to see what she could possibly do to avoid the attack. Each of her simulations end with her either failing and getting hit or damaging herself even more than anything the half functioning 2# could do to her. <br /> “DETERMINING OPTIMAL OUTCOME OF SITUATION. EVASION CHANCES ONLY SHOW 0.072% CHANCE OF SUCCESS. BRACING FOR IMPACT WILL CAUSE MINIMUM 10% STRUCTURAL DAMAGE BUT MITIGATES LARGER LOSSES AT A RATE OF 67%.” Her system reads. So rather than doing anything else, she places her hands between her and 2#, puts her energy to defensive capabilities. They barely have any time to actually make her more sturdy but it's better than nothing. <br /> <br /> The punch lands with a resounding impact, Juri 2# getting notably stronger and more agile by the second. It seems she might have fainted some of her inability of motion, throwing Juri 3#’s calculations for a loop. Luckily she still picked the best method of defence considering this sudden development. Juri 3# is flung back, landing on the floor with a loud crack. Her right eye covering shatters, exposing the grey metal and camera unit underneath. Her face also has large cracks and damage done to it, with parts of her artificial skin torn off and the metal casing ruptured. <br /> <br /> But she is still able to move. No core structures are damaged and she is still completely functional. The damage is all visual. Looks effective but she is barely impaired in any way. Even her interior is still sealed, since surrounding the camera in her eye and the torn skin is a metal plate. It lies under most of her face to provide defence in cases exactly like this. Juri 3# has a brief moment to strike back. 2# is clearly still encumbered and slow, unable to move with any swiftness. So Juri 3# does something sudden. She reaches her hand around to her back, her arm swivelling on a spherical joint. Her fingers dig into the wall, causing a cloud of dust to engulf her arm. She spends a few seconds continuing this odd move until finally she pulls her arm back out, and with it comes a steel pipe she has ripped from the structure of her place. Juri 2# is trying to close the distance between them, apply pressure to 3#. But is unable to move fast enough or steadily enough to make much actual progress. <br /> <br /> Juri 3# takes the pipe and moves it down to the leg that is still actively exerting smoke from within. Escaping through the cracks by her knee. She is the only robot of the three to have visual cracks and seams on her body that actively denotes her robot status. She breaks off the tip of the pipe and unfurls it. A feat made possibly only by her robotic strength. The three of these bots are ridiculously strong. It is only due to the fact that they face each other that this fact becomes irrelevant and that strength is not felt. With 2# still slowly approaching, 3# binds the steel pipe to her leg. She moves her leg up and down a bit, and places it on the floor to feel it out. Then she grins. By supporting her leg a little better, she is able to actually put pressure on it. Now more like a peg leg it is by no means fully functional. But it allows her to use both her legs once more, and that is more than enough. She rushes towards the slowly approaching 2#. Easily able to outpace the larger bot, she places a punch right in her stomach. Unfortunately her footing is still quite weak without both legs at full capacity, so it doesn’t pack the punch she would have liked. But it is enough to make her stumble. She lets loose a flurry of punches, each adding to the accumulated damage done. <br /> “STRUCTURAL DAMAGE RECEIVED IN STOMACH AREA INCREASING EXPONENTIALLY.” The battle report screams at 2#. She is unable to do much with the information, considering how much 3# has the upper hand. The barrage continues, some of 2#’s internal parts begin to buckle and shatter. <br /> <br /> But it is only then when 3# is stopped in her tracks. 1# is finally standing once more. Facing the two other robots before her. And she raises her leg once more. 2#’s remaining eye widens as she see’s what is happening, and turns to her in order to stop it. She assumes Juri 1# is charging up that strike once more to blast at them. But she can close the distance fast enough to get her before she is able. Juri 3# rushes forward, grinning as she thinks she finally has the advantage over the other two fembots. But she was playing into 1#’s hands the entire time. Instead of any delayed plasma charge, Juri’s leg doesn’t begin charging. So instead of being immobilised as she re-routes her power, she is very much able to slam her leg down on the rapidly approaching Juri 3#. By this point 3# has so much momentum it would basically be impossible to stop. So unable to do anything, Juri 3# stares down at the floor, getting her teeth. Juri 1#’s foot smash into her back right around her shoulders, and she is slammed to the ground. Juri 1# quickly follows up with another kick using her other leg to send 3# flying into the wall beside her. Juri 1# is now currently the most active and able-bodied of the bots, and she has to take advantage of that fact quickly. <br /> <br /> 2# is still in the same spot, repairing the more crucial of the tech damaged. However her system is not quite good at automatically differentiating valuable and invaluable issues. Just a constant stream irregardless of relevancy. <br /> “ERROR: PROGRAM FILE wab32.dll IS UNRESPONSIVE. RUN DIAGNOSTICS?”<br /> “ERROR: PROGRAM FILE adcbvs.inc UNRESPONSIVE. RUN DIAGNOSTICS?”<br /> “ERROR: PROGRAM-” <br /> It streams down her HUD, almost obscuring her vision. Usually it is almost entirely opaque, and she is able to read it largely through a database that converts to a base64 string that is input directly. But now those automatic functions are not working as intended. The barrage of error messages and warnings cloud her system and makes it harder to focus on the situation at hand. And a lot of this struggle is quite visible on the outside, as she looks quite dishevelled. <br /> <br /> Juri 1# runs towards the robot, knowing this might be one of the few times she can take 2# down without needing any of her harder to pull off abilities. She lands a kick on 2#’s face, which causes her to stagger and nearly fall. But she catches herself and quickly swings back. This did catch 1# off guard, who suspected 2# was slightly more unencumbered than she apparently is. The punch does not land anywhere vital, but it hits her shoulder and knocks her arm out of its socket. She jumps back and grips her shoulder so it doesn't move even more out of place. It seems some wires had been pulled out by the strike which also is causing some motor problems. She tries to set it back into place, which only partly works. It isn’t hanging loose anymore, but she has not regained full control until those cables are put back in. 2# is not able to chase her down as she evades, so she has a spare moment to think, but it doesn’t last long. 3# is pulling herself back up and is setting her sights on 1#. They meet each other in the middle of the room, as 2# continues to slowly repair herself just a few metres to the side of the clashing bots. 3# jumps forward and lets out a wide swinging kick which 1# blocks with her still functioning arm. The only real options for attacks that 1# has access to are kicks so she attempts to strike with a low kick that lands decently well. 3# responds with a punch to 1#’s abdomen which also hits her quite directly. The two trade blows for a bit, but 1# certainly has the disadvantage with the useless arm. <br /> <br /> They continue trading blows as 3# slowly gains the momentum and the energy to fight back. Her system is going into overdrive attempting to calculate the swiftest and most effective route to dispatching the other robots the entire time. <br /> “STRIKES TO LEFT ABDOMEN ARE LIKELY TO DAMAGE TARGETS COOLANT SYSTEM. RATES OF EFFECTIVES RANK AT 46%. DAMAGE TO LEGS ARE 37%. DAMAGE TO CHEST OR ARM ARE 24%. DAMAGE TO FACE IS 14%” Her system yells at her, as each punch and kick lands with ghoulish precision. Juri 1# is only able to block and evade to the best of her ability, which is significantly limited already.<br /> “EVASION OF PUNCHES TO UPPER BODY CHANCE AT 62%. LOWER BODY AT 32%. BLOCKING OF UPPER BODY IS 47% AND LOWER BODY AT 81%. PERCENTAGE LOWER THAN 60 DISCOURAGED” Her system tells her, always trying to optimise the response to each and every attack thrown her way. <br /> <br /> The exchange is slowly costing Juri 1# more and more. First some minor chips are slightly damaged, cracks in some lower level structural supports. But those things add up, and she can tell by the increasing rate of warnings and error windows that she can’t hold out like this for longer. She could pull a mulligan with another special attack. Or even use her primary trump card, The feng-shui engine. But the problem is that right now Juri 3# is just as capable of pulling off most of those moves. Her still damaged leg could make those moves riskier for her, but the fact her leg is damaged like that is just proof that 3# is happy to take that risk. And even then most of those moves require a split second to charge. Normally that is quite easy to do for Juri as she is an incredibly speedy fighter. But she loses that power when she is so directly facing herself. If it was a one on one with 2# who is comparatively slower, all of these moves would be the nails in her opponents coffin. But instead it is a long drawn out struggle where none of the combatants have a clear path to victory in sight. <br /> <br /> So both bots continue taking the most optimised actions they possibly can, with 3# slowly gaining more and more ground as the fight continues. Juri 1# is basically unable to trade any blows back at 3#, the only few kicks being sent are basically guaranteed to be ineffectual. 3# is grinning with delight, obviously aware of how the fight is going. 1# takes a critical strike to her knee, almost dislodging in the same way her arm did. But she clenches it hard, locking the steel and carbon fibre lining in place, reinforcing her leg as much as she can. If any lasting damage is dealt there, she has lost. Juri 1# keeps sending darting glances over to 2#, waiting for her to join the fray. Once 3#’s attention is split it will finally give 1# the breathing room she needs to recover and strike back at full force. But she is not exactly subtle about her monitoring of 2#’s progress, as 3 is also more than aware of that risk. Getting more and more aggressive, not having the time to risk 2#’s involvement. But as she continues to try and speed up her attacks and finish 1# off for good, she slips up. <br /> <br /> She started allowing for attacks with lower and lower chances of success, and she threw a punch that completely missed and left her wide open.<br /> “RIGHT PUNCH TO ABDOMEN EFFECTIVE CHANCE AT 37%. LEFT KICK TO RIGHT LEG AT 29%. RIGHT PUNCH TO FACE AT 18%...” And she let it fly. <br /> Juri 1# was laser focused, and she wasn’t going to let this mistake go unpunished. She quickly slams a savage kick into 3#’s side which lands with a satisfying crunch. 3# falls to the floor clutching herself, violently aware of the damage just done. <br /> “SYSTEM FAILURE. COOLANT SYSTEM UNRESPONSIVE. ADVANCED SENSOR UNRESPONSIVE. COMBAT CALCULATION SYSTEM UNRESPONSIVE.”<br /> A pretty key processor was hit, and even her still functioning internal repair system can’t do much about it. She can still move around and fight but this will be an incredibly difficult handicap. 1# is almost gleeful, her sadistic side showing its true colours. The sudden shift in advantage brings her delight. She stamps down on 3#’s head with her foot and laughs at her. 3# seethes with rage. So much so that she starts to act even more recklessly… <br /> <br /> Power starts flooding through 3#’s body. The glow of the purple plasma noticeable through the cracks and seams of her body. It takes Juri 1# a bit too long to stop show-boating and to realise what is going on. Juri 3#’s left eye, the only one of the two undamaged, glows particularly strong. There is a powerful processor placed within each JurI-Unit’s eye that allows for activation of the feng-shui engine. Juri 3# moves her arms to push herself up from the ground, lifting 1#’s heavy press with ease. Once up 3# swiftly grabs hold of 1# and swings her around by her leg, until she lets loose and Juri 1# is sent flying into the wall. It is now 3#’s turn to laugh, which she thoroughly enjoys. It is only at this point that 2# becomes operational once more. It had taken a long while in order to make sure all her systems were ready. In truth she was able to move quite easily a little while ago, but stayed perfectly still to feign weakness until she had fully recovered. But she could hide no longer. It will take both 1# and 2# to take down a fully powered up Feng-Shui Engine 3#. 2# was unable to activate the engine due to all the damage her body took, and 1# would take a while to gather the energy required due to her previous usage of those plasma based attacks. <br /> “ENERGY REFUELLING IN PROGRESS. 22 MINUTES… 21 MINUTES AND 59 SECONDS…” The fight will probably be over at that point. Though she knows with the burst energy in her leg that 3# must be on a timer. <br /> <br /> 2# rushes over and throws a punch at 3#, but it is evaded and countered with what looks like a completely effortless movement. 3# basically contracts her limbs and body to look almost like liquid, fully utilising her spherical joints and flexibility. She slips past the punch and strikes once more at the previously damaged abdomen. As 2# is reeling from the blow, 3# continues her odd movement and flows into another flurry of blows, striking 2#’s core, face and chest. Then one final kick to her side that launches her to the side, and she harshly lands against the floor. 1# tries not to rush into attack. Instead playing it careful and letting 3# approach her, which she happily does. 1# runs through a million scenarios, knowing the feng-shui drives capabilities, to find the most likely to be successful strike in her arsenal. None have a positive likelihood. A counter block punch is the answer her system comes to, at an upsetting 14% chance of success. But Juri has never been known to back down at poor odds. She braces herself, focusing on every hinge, piston, and joint in her body to execute this attack perfectly. All of her mechanics are working in perfect symphony as she braces for the punch 3# sends her way. She waits until the absolute last moment she can, and deflects the punch in a way that creates an opening. Then as fast as she can tries to strike. But before her fist connects, a knee to her stomach interrupts the attack. Juri tries her best to continue despite the heavy hit she is receiving. But she is barely able to even touch 3#. She is hurt badly, and the force of the attack is moving her back. There is little she can do. <br /> <br /> Her carbon fibre lining just completely cracks. Her internal supports are buckling under the pressure of the blow, and she can barely hold herself together. The only thing that stops 3# from finishing 1# off right then and there is the sudden follow-up attack by 2#. For the first time 2# had used her own plasma attacks. Her body would crumble under the pressure of the full engine, but a single blast from her leg is still possible. She swings with a full roundhouse, and it's the first attack that has landed on 3# since she activated the engine. It hits her leg and she buckles for just a moment. But her body is flowing so full of this burning energy that it is nowhere near enough to make her fall. Instead she swiftly retaliates with a punch, followed by a low-kick. Both are blocked, but even through 2#’s strong hull and perfect absorption of the attacks, each one hits like a truck. Rattling everything within her body each time contact is made. 2# tries to duke it out with 3#, but simply doesn’t have the speed to do so. 3# begins to overpower 2# in a way she might not be able to come back from. Each blow precise and calculated, all changing together with a speed she was nowhere near capable of before. Hitting all of 2#’s vitals over and over and over again. <br /> “WARNING. MULTIPLE SYSTEM FAILURE. SHUTTING DOWN…” Her error report program screams before cutting off completely. Now 2# doesn’t even know the extent of the harm she is experiencing. But what she does know is that she feels more of her body crumple and get smashed. Her fist and feet impact with terrifying aggressiveness. Her external body starts to dent and deform. She knows that she won't be able to repair this. All the mechanisms for restoration likely went dead with her warning system. And she is far worse for wear now. Juri 3# readies one final strong punch. And with a large smile plastered on her face, she lets her most powerful blow fly, and Juri 2#’s head is ripped clean from its socket. The wires and broken hinges are torn asunder and sparks fly. The neck is still barely attached on the back, but her central processor is disconnected from the rest of her body, draining power rapidly. Her vision fades as her brain slows down. Her body slumps to the floor. She is braindead. Her data can be recovered, but only if someone else saves her.<br /> <br /> 1# curses. She had no attachment to 2#, if anything she wanted to kill her. But she knows that this puts her in a worse position now. A one on one battle with the Feng-Shui engine activated Juri 3# is basically a death sentence. The moment she composes herself, which at her computing speeds is a fraction of a fraction of a second, she begins to charge her power. <br /> “FENG-SHUI ENGINE ENERGY REQUIREMENTS REQUIRE 18 MINUTES AND 23 SECONDS OF CHARGING” Her system tells her. She can not wait that long. Instead she gathers all the energy in her leg once more. While she can not engage the engine, at least this way she can be on par with 3# for a single attack. This could be her only chance to clutch onto some hope for this fight. 3# is still standing over the mechanical corpse of her enemy, enjoying the glory. She turns to finish off one, and notices her gambit. She is not fearful, she welcomes the challenge. She is almost drunk on the power flowing through her wires, she is not taking any threat seriously. Juri 1# is just giving a dying animals last gasp in 3#’s eyes. <br /> <br /> All Juri 1# can do is to take advantage of this perceived futility. She calms down as best she can and listens to her programming. Her CPU is almost overheating trying to determine the absolute best course of action. She could even do some damage to herself like this, but it is worth it to take her out. Juri is a risk taker, even to the end. 3# begins running towards her, darting from side to side at a lightning pace. She won’t really be able to hit 3# with the projectile. She will dodge it way too easily, her computer estimates the chance of hit at 5.67%. So instead she patiently waits for a little longer… until 3# enters her range. 3# doesn’t care enough to back off cautiously. She is confident that no matter what she will win. She is Juri Han after all. 3# dives in, drops low to the floor and then springs up into an uppercut. Juri 1# just barely manages to dodge the brunt of the blow, but her chin is still knocked. It forces her face up hard, which rattles some of her internals. But luckily nothing falls out of place. But with Juri 3# down and up so fast and now in so close it is hard to hit her with a kick of any kind. So thinking on her feet, she redirects as much of her power as she can up to her knee. It strikes 3#’s chest with wonderful impact. But a startling reaction occurs.<br /> <br /> <br /> The energy suddenly rushing up from her foot to her knee at an alarming rate, met with the energy emanating from 3#’s entire body. Juri has never had her attack met with anyone, let alone by someone with the exact same ability as her own. So she was not aware this reaction would happen. But as it flies up and into 3#, the two’s energy intermixed… Causing an incredible explosion. Juri 1# is sent flying behind her and crashes into the wall just a few metres away. 3# is sent all the way along the far side of the room, bashing into the floor. All the glass in the area shatters, as well as some of the robot's parts. The lenses on their eye cameras all suddenly fracture and crack. Juri 1# feels her body crumbling before her. Her mind remains conscious for a few more moments, but the sensation quickly drains away as connection to her other systems is cut. She can no longer feel or move her body. She can no longer see. And each second that passes her thoughts seem to lag more and more. There is a profound quiet, one that Juri is not used to. Luckily, her mind soon goes before she can grow uncomfortable. <br /> <br /> Juri 3# is struggling to stand. She pushes herself up with the only remaining arm she has. But its structural pieces buckle and break, causing her to fall back down again. Her eyes are still functional, but the visual data is horrible and blurry without the lens. It is just a mess that leaves her practically blind. All she can see are harsh changes in light. But as she lays on the ground, she rolls herself over to be on her back. And she listens very closely. Her audio input detector is still working well, and she can hear the silence in the room. The silence that should be filled with three functioning robots various mechanical noises. But instead 3#’s is identified and filtered, and nothing else seems to be there. She won. She is the last one standing and the one who is able to claim the right of the name Juri. She is the last being left, even if her body is too broken to move or do anything. She just lies on the floor, smiling. Proud of her success. Replaying the moments in her database over and over of her victory. Blushing with excitement at each punch and kick she dealt out to those other fakers. To those who wished to claim the spot that was rightfully hers. She lays on the ground, and smiles. <br /> <br /> [A few hours earlier, before the conflict had even started…]<br /> <br /> Juri awakens. She still is shocked at what happened, but is able to put together that her repairs had failed. The last thing she remembers is her body crumpling in on itself and suddenly being here. But something was wrong… She doesn’t really know what “here” is. She has no sense of sight, but feels an oddly higher amount of awareness and speed of reasoning than usual. Perhaps her input sensors for sight, hearing and touch aren’t plugged in yet?<br /> <br /> She performs a systems check on herself, and finds out something staggering. She isn’t in a body. She is in a supercomputer. With no physical form to interact with the real world. She almost begins to panic but calms down at an alarming rate. It seems the capabilities of this computer were far beyond anything she had experience with. She feels each thought race by, but no stressful sense of urgency. She feels incredibly capable, and a lot more level-headed than her usual self. Just the fact she can recognise herself as level-headed, making the implication that she was short tempered before hand, says a lot. But this situation is still quite bizarre, and she needs to figure a way out of this. There should have been some sort of system that allows a backup to activate when her body is destroyed. She searches through her code and looks for an explanation, and quickly is able to reach the only logical conclusion. The facilities at which she is signed up with likely did work. But her system sent a signal to every available previous database it had resided in, and she is back in the computer that originally designed her from the ground up. This computer is in a well stocked lab that was abandoned a few years ago. It must have been a mistake of some kind that energy was still going towards it. A million possibilities pop into her mind as to why this facility is operational but she discards them in order to focus on what is more important. She is stuck here and she needs to do something about it. She searches for available programs foreign to her on the computer's servers and quickly finds wireless connection capabilities. This could certainly be the best way to make some little step forward. She quickly utilises it to send out signals to any nearby receivers while simultaneously considering a few other plans in case this ends up not successful.<br /> <br /> But luckily something does pick up the signal. Most appliances within the lab are powered down, as they relied on battery power which drained long ago. But there is a small cleaner bot that seems to be plugged into the wall which she is able to communicate with. It takes her a microsecond to use that connection in order to gain access to the cleaner bots direct code. She is consistently impressed by herself and these new capabilities afforded to her by the significantly increased computing power. But she doesn’t feel the need to dwell on these thoughts too much, and continues her work. <br /> <br /> She doesn’t have a HUD like she usually does. A visual device connected with her internal systems overlay that alerts her or provides any screens she needs to see. Instead it is an odd phenomenon where she just… knows the code. And knows how it changes as she edits it. It is this vague ethereal thing that feels odd. Each time she delves into either her own code or the code of this external machine, knowledge just flows into her consciousness. The data simply flies in through wires connecting to the processing unit that contains her entire mental being. But she just accepts it how it is, willing to endure this new reality until she can find a body back for herself again. She also realised quite quickly that as part of the bug that got her here might have had some other ripple effects. There is a strong chance her consciousness has been duplicated over multiple bodies. It is likely there will be a brawl then they meet, so she has to see what the situation is as soon as possible.<br /> <br /> <br /> After a little while of work, Juri has come up with a plan. Using this little cleaning robot as the starring role. He will explore the rest of the facility for other operational robots such as himself, hopefully something with a bit more computing power. It will make contact with it either through wireless capabilities or directly with a cable connection if possible. And once connected it will implant a little virus Juri quickly came up with. Causing them all to gather anything necessary for power so everything doesn’t just shut off and she is stuck, and to reconvene at Juri’s location. Now all she can do is wait for a moment, as she hopes the little bot waddles out of the room. <br /> <br /> It doesn’t take long for a robot to finally reach back to Juri and connect to her so she can peruse its capabilities. She has a minimum specs list so that she can check if they are able to house her consciousness without any loss. But, no luck. Still she slowly amasses a little army of bots, and she expands her abilities with each one. Firstly there is a security bot with fully functional cameras. So after a bit more work, Juri finally has visual data to use. She is able to see everything the bot sees. She glances around the room through the eyes of this other machine, and she gazes upon the monstrous computer that currently holds her. After a moment of reflection she continues on. There is an assortment of other robots, each with their own little uses and features. She works on and on to expand her reach and power.<br /> <br /> After a while, she is ready to brave the outside world. She is lucky that this facility is also quite close to her apartment. So she sends a team of machines to go to her apartment and scout out the scene. She has established a more far reaching connection system by hijacking the local mobile network radio waves. So she watches as they wander down the streets. The confused onlookers' faces caught in pristine 4k high definition footage. They make it to her apartment, and struggle up the stairs for a while. She just has to patiently wait as she watches them take the time to make each and every step. Juri is not the best with patience, but she feels a lot calmer with all the additional brain space she has. Eventually they happen upon her apartment, and she is disappointed to see that her leading theory was true. She finds a completely wrecked place, with shards of metal, broken motherboards, and glass littered everywhere. And among the wreckage is a pitiful set of three broken down robots. Two completely shut off, and one on the very brink of life. Laughing at her victory, her mic cutting out every few seconds, damaged from the battle. <br /> <br /> She knew this would happen, and has planned around it. To sedate the single remaining Juri, she uses a similar version of the virus she made beforehand to make her system follow orders given. Then the robots spread out, gather the other two machines and begin to bring them to her. There is a risk of something happening on their way back to the main computer Juri, but luckily the trip is uneventful. Now the heavily damaged bodies of the three bots rest before the computer, and Juri has to begin the toughest part of the whole process. Rebuilding them. She is able to much more directly control the bots by this point, giving them far more precise and detailed orders far faster. But still it is hard to shake the feeling of being a passive observer, unable to interact. She wants her own body.<br /> <br /> They begin by reattaching any of the spare pieces to the bots. Juri 3# lost an arm which was luckily recovered. So they use welding tools to put it back on, and begin to work on all the meticulous wiring. The other two are far simpler, needing to either fix slightly damaged microchips or adjust existing ones from the lab to fit as replacements. Juri is controlling more than a dozen robots at once, which is speeding up the process significantly. They replace parts, mend others, and get everything fitted back together again. All the while as Juri directs and oversees the repairs she is writing pages upon pages of code for when the bots are operational once more. All of their eye pieces need to be replaced with similar lenses, which they quickly run out by the time they finish the first bot and halfway through the second. So Now she has to delegate some bots to finding more lenses they can use throughout the facility. Breaking down security cameras of similar sizes and things of the sort. 3# actually has the most damage internally despite being the only one still conscious by the end. It is remarkably easy to tell what led to this from Juri’s perspective. The charred marks and burnt out processors suggest she used the Feng-Shui Engine and that she used it for far too long. She also firsthand took the brunt of an explosion, the same as 1#. And 2# simply just had some of her core functions crushed, causing the shutdown. So the bots with a more delicate touch have to go over each and every wire to ensure it is still functional, replacing and repairing as they go. Run constant test measures to ensure their assumptions, and many other things to get 3#’s body anywhere near to operational again. <br /> <br /> Juri hits a snag when she is unable to replace the broken cooling system on 3#. There are no fans of the right size that could be used in its place and the liquid coolant is also inoperable without much hope of repair. It seems she will just need to place higher constraints on her programming to ensure no heat damage befalls her CPU. She quickly makes the additions to her coding files she will impart on 3#, as the repairs of her other parts continue. With 2#, the abdomen is the toughest thing to repair for her. The repeated strikes dented the hull of her body. But the hull of her body is easily the thickest of the thee, and can not as easily be simply buffed out and restored. Instead the robots are essentially required to remove the centre part of her stomach and remake it using the same metal, which ends up being quite the lengthy process. But nonetheless, Juri does not hesitate for even a moment when assigning her orders and aiding the simple minded bots with an onslaught of code, newly imparted programs, and direct tasks. Within 2# She also has the most completely destroyed microchips out of the three. As her thick layer of protective metal was dented, it encroached on her insides and began to crush everything in its path. Juri has to be incredibly careful with where she uses replacement chips, because she has a small supply and they are much more limited than anything within these bots. She quickly comes to the determination that 2# will have to be the most mechanically simple bot under her control, and will be very limited in its capabilities. <br /> <br /> And finally is 1#, who is having lots of work done to repair the damage done to her by the explosion. The Feng-Shui Enginepartly shielded 3# to the blast which is likely how she was able to survive, but 1# was not as lucky. The charring all the way along the front of her body makes the hull brittle and unstable. A significant part of the artificial skin is completely torn and Juri has no way to replicate that with her limited resources. So instead they opt to strip her of the skin and allow her dark grey carbon and metallic hull to be her exterior layer. The skin offers no protection, merely cover for her authenticity as a human. So it is a worthy thing to sacrifice. Next is to make that hull thinner in order to better distribute the still undamaged material over all the brittle burned sections. This will certainly make her a less strong model, easily the weakest of the three, but it seems each of them require a compromise of some kind. 3# is at risk of overheating and thus will be unable to do anything strenuous. 2# lacks the sophisticated hardware to do anything too complicated, and 1# is too fragile to do anything too dangerous. Each will not be able to perform normally ever again, unless Juri somehow manages to lose control over them, which is not likely. Originally she had considered simply transplanting her consciousness into one of these suitable bodies. But with their significant problems that will be difficult and require a lot of resources to fix, it seems easier to simply build a new, better body completely from scratch. <br /> <br /> But after hours and hours of tireless work by this small army of robots…<br /> All orchestrated by the Juri that is trapped within the computer…<br /> The bots are finally done. She has imparted all the new codes and programs in order to make them her little soldiers. <br /> <br /> Juri sends the order to engage their power. She watches through the camera’s as the power spreads through their systems, and their eyes open. She watches as the logs for the robots display the powering on sequence. <br /> “POWERING ON… <br /> SET UP SEQUENCE INITIATED. <br /> COMPILING…<br /> COMPILING…<br /> COMPILING FILES COMPLETED. <br /> RUNNING PROGRAM FILES…<br /> IRREGULARITIES DETECTED. COMBATTING POTENTIAL VIRUS ON START UP”<br /> She knew it was likely to happen this way. These are very, very sophisticated systems, and even on startup there would be a large check on any issues. But she planned ahead and is not phased by the development. The virus is a trojan that acts as a decoy while blending in as part of the anti-viral program. <br /> “VIRUS ELIMINATED. RESUME SET UP.”<br /> Perfect. <br /> “SET UP SEQUENCE COMPLETE. ACTIVATING.”<br /> <br /> And from there the bots spring to life. But no longer the loud, defiant, personality filled duplicates of Juri. But blank puppets for the real Juri to manipulate as she pleases. With these three bots at her disposal, the building of her true body will be a breeze. No more using scrap bots to do everything. The bots are finally operational, and silent. During the time some of the robots spent retrieving the bots, Juri had a speaker built to convey verbal orders as well as digital ones. <br /> “Hello my bots. What are your registration numbers?” She asks, upset at the robotic intonation and lack of real emotion in her voice. But happy to wait, knowing it is coming soon.<br /> 1# replies first. <br /> “BOT NO.1” She robotically repeats. As she too has been robbed of her true voice. But in her case it is not a lack of ability to express her emotions, but a lack of emotions at all due to Juris meddling. <br /> 2# then continues.<br /> “BOT NO.2”<br /> And 3# finished. <br /> “BOT NO.3”<br /> “Good. And what is your prime directive?”<br /> “TO ASSIST AND FOLLOW THE PRIME JURI.” They all respond in shockingly perfect unison. <br /> “Right. Now your first orders will be to raid the closest still actively used facility for all the parts needed. I have provided each of you with a list of the required parts. Have this operation done within 24 hours.” She tells them coldly, uploading a more detailed plan for three of them.<br /> “UNDERSTOOD” The three robots repeat. Their faces are stiff and lifeless. Mere soulless husks for Juri to use. They walk out of the room and exit the building. Juri follows their progress using the 3 remotely uploaded live visual feeds from the team. She will get her body back.</div>

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