Overnight
Overnight
Debi walked down the sidewalk of Market street, trying not to fall on her face. She was long overdue for maintenance, and the internal gyroscope she used for balance was one of many systems that needed to be looked at, and probably replaced. Today was the day. She had been saving her money to finally get this important work done… for a discounted price.
Arriving at her destination, she entered Nuts n Bolts, a franchise robot repair chain. Debi wasn’t a robot, not quite. As a full-body cyborg, she could plausibly impersonate a robot, which was her goal here. Cyborg maintenance was typically performed in a more comfortable, hospital-like setting, but that was too expensive. In contrast, robot repair was much cheaper, and she was practically a robot anyway. This wasn’t Debi’s first time using this cost-saving approach, and it was a well-known “life hack” for cyborgs who could tolerate being treated like an object.
“Do you have an appointment?” the smartly-dressed fembot behind the counter asked.
“Yes,” Debi said, keeping her voice level and monotone. “Unit AAJ-6598741,” she said, reciting her body’s serial number.
The fembot receptionist processed this for several seconds, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular, before she blinked and refocused on Debi. “Confirmed.” Instructions were transmitted electronically into Debi’s mind. She already mostly knew what to do, she just needed to know her ticket number: 67. She turned and walked through a door that was labeled “Robots And Staff Only”. The carpet of the reception lobby gave way to solid concrete as she entered the shop floor. She followed a path between work stations, indicated by a pair of painted yellow lines, until she arrived at work station 67.
Work station 67 was a rectangular section of the shop floor delineated by a boundary of green lines. At its center was a height-adjustable work bench. Attached to the work bench was a steel frame with half a dozen robotic arms that could move on rails. This machine would be doing most of the work on Debi, she knew. Surrounding it were a variety of monitors, cables, a tool chest, and a small yellow plastic bin. She knew what the bin was for. With a sigh, she undressed herself. She had only worn a simple top, shorts, and flats because she knew this was coming. She still hadn’t quite gotten used to being nude in an open environment like this, but she was pretending to be a robot, and they weren’t known for their modesty. She put her clothes and shoes in the bin, then laid herself on the work bench. Finally, she connected a data cable to a port on the back of her neck.
The system she was connected to immediately transmitted a shutdown signal. If she were a true robot, she would have been turned off completely. Instead, most of her body’s systems shut down. She remained conscious and her senses still functioned, but she was completely immobilized, unable to even blink. The robotic arms of the work bench began to work, opening her up to inspect and replace a variety of internal parts. Her apprehension about being naked in an open space drifted away. Her body was a machine, after all, and now that machine was being methodically taken apart.
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In the lobby, pleasure model TB-025800 identified himself to the receptionist. His identity verified, he followed his instructions and proceeded to work station 26. Work station 26 was a small console that he obediently connected himself to with a data cable after stripping off his simple clothes. This work station didn’t include a work bench, because he didn’t need any hardware serviced. Mistress, his owner, had sent him here because he had been experiencing software problems.
TB-025800 stood in place as the system scanned his programming and memory, searching for errors. The trouble had started when Mistress had installed a new program in his system. He didn’t know or understand the details, but apparently the change had displeased Mistress, and so she had sent him here.
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At 5 PM sharp, most of the shop floor’s lights turned off, and the machinery retreated into a ready position and stopped moving. Debi had expected this. She was going to be kept here overnight, and had already taken time off of work tomorrow. She didn’t fully understand why the robotic arms couldn’t keep working through the night, but she suspected it was something about labor laws. Debi stared at the darkened ceiling, unable to do anything else physically.
She could go to sleep, she knew. With a thought, she could command her half-artificial half-biological brain to sleep until a specific time in the morning. She didn’t really feel like doing that, though. Instead, she connected to the Nuts n Bolts guest network to surf the Net for a while. Out of habit, she scanned the local network for other users, not really expecting to see anybody. To her surprise, she saw a TB-0 series male pleasure bot. Fuck, she really wanted one of those, but the price was way out of her league. Out of sheer wishful thinking, she started chatting him up.
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TB-025800 connected to the local network to send a message to Mistress, to let her know that he would be in the Nuts n Bolts overnight. Once his message was sent, he was about to enter sleep mode when he got a private message from another user on the local network.
DEBI> Hey there, cutie. What’s your name?
TB-025800 determined with a moderate degree of confidence that this “DEBI” was flirting with him. As a pleasure model, he was programmed to respond.
TB-025800> Hello. I am Anthony. I am a TB-0 series pleasure unit.
DEBI> Wanna have some fun, mister pleasure unit?
TB-025800 was forbidden from sexual activities with any human other than Mistress, but he was allowed to play with other pleasure units. Mistress actively encouraged it; she loved watching him pound fembots.
TB-025800> Are you a pleasure unit too?
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If Debi had a heart, it would have been beating out of her chest. Which answer did the TB-0 want to hear? She took a chance.
DEBI> Yes, I am Debi, a custom pleasure unit. I am undergoing repairs at work station 67. Are you able to come meet me?
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TB-025800 knew Mistress would approve. He would record this encounter for her.
TB-025800> Yes. I will be there soon.
The pleasure unit navigated his way through the dark and still interior of the repair facility until he reached work station 67. The fembot laying there was partly disassembled, with her limbs, several panels and nearly a dozen small circuit boards arranged on a counter nearby. Other internal parts were plainly visible from a variety of open maintenance panels. She lay unmoving, staring at the ceiling, her lips slightly parted.
“Is that you, mister pleasure unit?” The immobile fembot spoke from an internal speaker somewhere.
“Yes, I am pleasure unit Anthony.”
“Show me what you can do.”
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Debi couldn’t quite see Anthony. She couldn’t even move her eyes or raise her head to look at him. She heard a whirr and saw the ceiling move a little closer. He must be adjusting the height of the work bench. Next, he felt his strong hands gently repositioning her broken body, then remaining on her pelvis. Next, she felt something gently pressing on her synthetic vulva. He slowly rubbed his erection up and down against her body, stimulating the whole area. He leaned over her, and Debi could finally see the TB-0 unit’s face. Anthony looked like a handsome twenty-something man with dark eyes, no facial hair, and a smile that was hungry, but not predatory. His dark hair swept to the side in an unusual style, no doubt a fashion choice made by his owner.
“Get wet for me,” she heard him say. His voice had taken on a lower, more dominant tone than the simple, neutral way he had introduced himself. The sexbot was, understandably, getting into his element.
Thoroughly enjoying the experience, Debi moaned through her speaker. While she did, she mentally scrolled through her body’s systems. Almost everything was either offline or disabled, but one of the very few things she actually could do was run her sex lubrication system. She toggled it on, and felt herself starting to get wet. Anthony, the TB-0 series pleasure unit, continued his lovely work. That was enough foreplay, Debi decided. She was hungry for the main event.
“Put it in me. Please.” She hadn’t meant to sound quite so pleading, but fuck it, she was getting into it.
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TB-025800, happy (and programmed) to oblige, slowly and gently entered Debi. Gratified that their respective equipment was compatible, he began rhythmic, slow thrusts. His right hand migrated from Debi’s hip to the top of her vulva, and gently began rubbing her synthetic clit with his thumb, eliciting a new set of moans from the dismantled, stationary fembot. She was responding well to his default routine, so he continued to the next stage by adjusting his angle of entry and increasing the pace by 20%.
“Just like this,” Debi said between immodest moans that carried through the quiet, open workspace. “Don’t stop.”
Hearing these requests, he locked into his current program state. He would go “just like this” with mechanical precision until further notice. A routine check on his power reserves assured TB-025800 he could keep this up for quite a while indeed.
Although the fembot didn't (indeed, couldn't) breathe, her speaker gave off the sound of panting breaths, interspersed with her moans and the occasional "Yes, oh yes!" Over time, she seemed to escalate into a desperate crescendo.
“Almost… almost… now. Finish now!”
TB-025800 obeyed his programming. Mistress loved to see him pull out at the last second and ejaculate all over a fembot’s stomach and breasts. He did the same here, firing off pulse after pulse of artificial semen all over the opened-up fembot laying in front of him.
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Debi heard a loud POP, then another. Her vision flickered, and warnings blared in her mind. What was going on?! Then she felt the heated goop land between her breasts, and it dawned on her. That dumb sexbot had just jizzed on her open circuits!
She tried to scream at him, but her speaker proffered a pathetic buzz of static. She tried to message him, but her comms were down too. She couldn’t even scowl at him, still frozen in place, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. Debi felt the TB-0 unit's cock slide down her vulva one last time. Then he used his hands to push her body back into her original position on the work bench, the way he had found her. “Thank you for the fun, Debi,” he said, and then he was gone, no doubt back to his own work station. Debi examined her error logs and warning messages, and groaned. Her repairs would now be longer and more expensive.
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TB-025800 was feeling pleased with himself as he reconnected to work station 26. His fembot liaison had unexpectedly malfunctioned, which would surely excite Mistress when she watched the recording. She loved that kind of thing. His purpose fulfilled, he entered sleep mode.