Robotic Workout
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
Each part is connected by a terrifying mess of gnashing pincers, whirring screwdrivers and pneumatic wrenches assembled alongside the track.
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.
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.
The small mechanical hands fly in to swiftly plug in a mess of wires, all tightly packed together and tied as to not unspool.
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.
Now some newer pieces are added that act as various biological functions.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Next come the legs, which go on much the same way.
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.
The final leg is attached. As the blur of wires are applied, the form finally is complete.
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.
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.
The foggy translucent material allows slight bending while keeping the pieces attached.
It is instrumental to a human physical movement pattern.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Once all the pieces are in place, the right arm is completed. The machine's grip on the arm is adjusted.
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.
A hefty majority of the hand is layered with coatings of the slightly opaque substance.
Only small pieces of metal are used to provide strength. Each segment of each finger is provided with a small amount of metal.
But each of the tiny joints replicate the same design specifications as the elbow, just on a much smaller scale.
Strips of metal are used to provide some coverage of the palm without inhibiting its ability to open and close.
Finally the tps of each of the fingers and thumb are added and the hand is finished.
The entire thing then gets repeated for the left arm. And is largely similar for the two legs.
So many different mechanisms come together to form this one singular being.
Each contributing only a little as per their programming, but adding to the greater whole.
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.
The robot has a strong but not all too large chin, with chiselled cheekbones. Overtly masculine without looking like a brick given life.
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.
The robot's waist in comparison is quite small, but the thickness of the plates ensures it is not any weaker.
Its arms are bulky and its legs are chiselled.
However the overall body still looks a little thin, as it is still not completed.
Only one last step stands in the way from this body being almost identical to any of the humans wandering around this earth.
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.
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.
It is a quite thin layer that will bind to the next one to form the finished artificial skin.
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.
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.
The whir of mechanical hands quickly begins to apply the layer to the entire body.
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.
So the coat is applied generously without any fear of damage.
The front and back of the body is completely glazed.
While the substance is far too thick even in liquid form to suddenly start dripping, the robots move fast to ensure no imperfections develop.
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.
The box is then also supercooled, but to allow proper solidification of the whole form.
The earlier cooling was just to make sure that being placed on some grating would leave imprints or dents in the artificial skin.
Finally this layer is done as the body is taken out of the box and the final step can commence.
Sheets of artificial skin are slowly added and binded to the previous layer of translucent material.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The skin is carefully applied to the robot's cock, wrapping around the appendage. The heavy balls are snuggly covered in it.
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.
But it's still a lifeless hunk of metal. No energy running, and no code to instruct it.
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.
A small robotic arm moves towards it and removes this tiny circle. Beneath it is a cap which is also removed, revealing a port.
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.
Robots require programming in order to function, and now that the hardware is completed, the factory line producing this bot is administering the software.
The personalities are pre-built for each robot, with a certain amount of wriggle room within their AI.
General archetypes are given to restrict the bots' being and guide certain choices they would make.
This model is named “Llyre”. He is a stoic, strong and silent type.
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.
The perfect kind of guy to be some sort of authority or bodyguard position.
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.
However even then, it is still just a matter of time before it is completed.
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.
Fans start to whir. The sound of electronics begins to buzz. His fingers twitch.
Llyre opens his eyes.
They begin to scan the room, moving up and down, then left and right. Almost discovering the bounds of its own body.
His hands slowly clench, then release at a very steady pace.
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.
“Systems online. Running “Llyre_setup.exe” The bot says. The voice is monotone, calm, and inhuman. No feigned personality or anything.
As it speaks those words, the eyes then suddenly shoot up to the ceiling for a moment before returning to normal.
His body shivers, and takes another step forward.
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.
He blinks.
“Llyre-bot online”
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.
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.
It is smooth enough to be convincingly human, just not very efficient.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A visible bulge protrudes between his legs, even with his cargos being tied down by his belt.
It is not like he is perpetually hard either, he is just particularly well endowed.
His entire body just absolutely demands attention and desire. Perfectly designed in every sense to serve him well.
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.
He swings open the door, and confidently enters. He heads straight to the receptionist, a young woman in her early twenties.
“Hello. I am here for my 2 o’clock.” Llyre says plainly. His voice is stern but not exactly threatening.
“A-ah and what is your name?” She asks, quickly changing her computer window to see the appointment schedule.
There is a moment of silence while she waits for his response. His blank expression gives her little to work with.
“Llyre.” He finally responds.
“Any last name?” She tentatively asks.
She stares into his eyes. They are ever so slightly luminescent. A gentle golden hue illuminating them.
“No” He follows up with, again after a short wait.
He stares forward. No shift in expression, no sarcastic tone or any room for interpretation.
She types the little information she has into her program, and is surprised to find the seemingly referred to appointment.
“Llyre - 2pm | Diego and Tasha” It simply reads. Client, time, personal trainers.
“Oh, with Diego and Tasha?” The receptionist asks, turning her attention back to the large man before her.
His cool expression unchanging from the last time she took a look.
She waits again.
“Yes, with those two.” He replies.
“Well, if you would like to change, our changing rooms are just down the hall there” She tells him while pointing to her right.
“And your trainers will be waiting for you in the legs section of the gym. Do you know where that is?” She softly asks.
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.
“Yes I do. Thank you” He says, a small smile appearing on his face as he heads towards the room she previously indicated.
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.
He enters the changing room and quickly takes a seat near the corner of the room.
There are not many other people in the room, and most of them are on their way out.
Llyre grabs his bag and opens it up.
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.
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.
Once seemingly satisfied by whatever quirk in his programming led to this decision, he stands up.
He slings the towel over his shoulder and grabs his bag off of the floor.
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.
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.
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.
Llyre walks right up to both of them and then stops.
“Llyre, right?” Diego asks.
Upon receiving a nod from the bot, Diego smiles broadly.
“Well good to meet you my man! My name is Diego, and this is Tasha.” He says, gesturing to the woman beside him.
“Hi! Like, nice to meet you!” She says with a matching smile.
“Hello.” LLyre simply replies.
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.
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.
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.
She then has tight jeans on, cuffed at the bottom. Completing the look is a pair of brown boots that recently went in style.
The three of them all share a trait that none of them are aware of. They are all robots.
Diego and Tasha were both built in a similar way to Llyre and then were placed in society.
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.
So the three of them all look at eachother, smile, chat, all without knowing the undeniable truth of their being.
“Well, I think Tasha is starting us off, right?” He asks her.
“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.
Llyre doesn’t reply for a moment, his characteristic delay is in action.
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.
None of the two other bots particularly notice. Their AI is very robust, but social conventions can still be lost on them.
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.
“Well let's go find a treadmill to start with some light jogging.” She says as she takes a sip from her drink.
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.
But since there is no need to gain any nutrients, there is no reason not to just destroy everything. Leaving absolutely no waste.
The three bots move over to a nearby treadmill.
Llyre tentatively steps on, leaving his towel on the handlebars which he ignores.
“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.
“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.
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.
“You are pretty ripped.” She chuckles. “Maybe you should, like, be the one training us.” She teases.
Llyre doesn’t exactly respond, but gives a coy little smile after a moment of interpreting the data.
Tasha finishes inputting the settings and clicks start. The treadmill begins to move, quite slowly to start off.
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.
“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.
He stares directly forward as he trots on the machine.
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.
He is constructed with materials that ensure the weight isn’t comically disproportionate to his body type. But it certainly pushes the possibilities regardless.
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.
Llyre trots along, continuing his fairly relaxed pace and Diego and Tasha chat with him.
While they rarely get even full sentences as replies, they seem to enjoy talking with the cool headed machine.
“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.
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.
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.
But just their false ideas of humanity binds them to this useless practice.
Llyre nods to her, implying he is ready to speed things up a bit.
She gives a smile in return and reaches over to adjust the settings.
“Let's work towards a good sweat, yeah?” Tasha says.
“Good luck Llyre! Tasha is pretty unforgiving” Diego jokes.
Llyre remains focused on his jogging as the pace begins to increase.
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.
“Oh wow she is really going for it.” Diego remarks, which Tasha doesn’t react to.
The number on the display goes higher and higher.
Tasha turns to throw her starbucks cup away.
Llyre has to swiftly adjust. Something he is not especially good at doing. The treadmill is nearing its max settings almost out of nowhere.
Luckily his jogging pace gave him just enough safe time for his delay to kick in and to catch up.
His system has to jump into high gear, pumping fuel and energy throughout his whole body to keep everything running smoothly.
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.
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.
Llyre charges forward, battling as best he can against the raging machine that holds him.
Tasha finally returns, and sees the absurd speed that Llyre is running with.
“Woah!” She calls out, before diving in and turning it down a little bit.
“Sorry, I didn’t think I set it that high… weird…” She says, unsure of what happened.
“Good on you for keeping up though! You are like, so good at this” She says as she bites her lip.
The pace quickly drops. While Llyres delay wasn’t enough to screw him over initially, this time is different.
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.
The distance each step takes him just increases more and more as the machine adjusts to its newly set speed.
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.
Llyre bumps into the front of the machine, almost toppling it. Then landing on the deck, he is sent backwards off the other end.
Luckily, he doesn’t exactly collide with anything.
Diego catches him, realising what was going to happen a moment earlier and quickly dashing in to help.
Llyre is mostly unshaken, the impact not exactly hurting him. Especially since he can’t exactly be hurt.
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.
His system can’t warn his consciousness without revealing his robotic nature. So Llyre is none the wiser.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.” Llyre says. Diego lets go of him and the two stand up.
“I am super sorry! I didn’t think it would slow down that fast!” Tasha is quick to apologise.
“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.
“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.
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.
“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.
“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.
He wordlessly makes his way over and plops down.
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.
He places his feet against the panel and waits for a moment.
“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.
She sets it fairly close to the top, only picking up a few of the weights.
“Alright, give it a try” She says to Llyre.
He takes a second, and then pushes. The panel moves back with such ease it looks almost like a sheet of paper.
Llyre speeds through 10 reps like this and then stops. Keeping his feet on the panel but exerting no force.
“I can do a lot more.” He says simply.
“Oh I have seen those legs, I know you can~” Tasha says with a little smile. Diego chuckles.
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.
She backs away and lets him do his stuff.
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.
“Look at you go!” Tasha says.
“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.
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.
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.
Something Llyre and Diego don’t notice as the latter strikes up a conversation about their favourite training regiments.
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.
She stands by with Diego and cheers Llyre on.
“This should really train your quads. Yours are very developed, so I am sure you know that” She says.
Llyre takes his little bit of time and then gets ready to push.
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.
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.
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.
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.
So hidden within Lyre's robotic body, things start to break.
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.
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.
“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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
And it is largely using the humidity in the air around him to form it, so it is quite limited.
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.
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.
“So what are you two doing after this?” Diego asks Tasha and Llyre.
“Cuz I am going to the movies after this with my boys! Catching a hot new action flick.” He says.
“Hm… think I might do a bit of shopping! There is a mall, like, right around the corner, it's massive.” She tells them.
“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.
Unbeknownst to them, issues are mounting within Llyre’s system.
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.
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.
So as he begins to answer, part of his words are slightly cut off.
“I will g-go home.” He tells them.
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.
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.
“Well, how are you feeling bro? Ready to work those pecs?” Diego half asks, half cheers. His upbeat gym bro attitude keeps spirits high.
“I am always ready” Llyre cooly responds.
“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.
Tasha gives a little smile and a shrug and follows after him. Llyre remains seated… then grabs his towel and goes himself.
He arrives to find Diego already grabbing an assortment of weights to mix and match.
“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.
“Tasha, come here and spot me while I show Llyre what I want him to do!” He says, clearly getting fired up.
“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.
“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.
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.
“You see? Just like that!” He says, as he places it back in the rack and sits up.
He tugs at the collar of his top a little bit.
“Damn it is hot in this thing. If I am going to demonstrate like this, I have got to take it off” Diego chuckles.
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.
His top comes off. Revealing the much tighter and smaller shirt underneath.
“That feels a lot better!” Diego cheers as he jumps up from his seat and gestures for Llyre to take his place.
“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.
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.
Of course his body is built to withstand a lot. Just laying down wouldn't be enough to shift anything out of place.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The stress of the weights that his artificial muscles easily keeps up begins to squeeze some things. Leaving him in a poor state.
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.
Screws are getting broken too, loosening what they are meant to bolt together tightly.
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.
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.
“Hey man, good job so f-” Diego begins before he cuts out. He stops his laughing motion dead in its tracks and freezes.
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.
“-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.
“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.
She hauls over some big metal pieces and slides them onto the end of the bar.
“Jeez, you really are, like, strong AF” She says in a flirtatious tone. Llyre just remains stoic.
“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.
Diego rushes back in, bottle in hand. He puts it on the floor. He takes his place behind Llyre in order to spot him.
“Alright ready to go! Oh wait t-” Diego begins before pausing once again.
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.
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.
Lowering slowly, the weight far too much for his already stressed body.
In his right arm especially, where the weights were not as close to the centered as the other, the damage was severe.
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.
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.
Finally Diego springs back to life.
“-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.
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.
“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.
“I’m fine, I can take it.” Llyre tells her cooly.
Tasha jumps to his side and begins to gently massage the damaged forearm.
“Was it just here?” She asks, rubbing her fingers gently along his muscles.
“Yeah. Just about.” Llyre says.
Diego begins to take off the ridiculous weights while the other two sit.
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.
She gazes into his almost glowing yellow eyes. The way they highlight his face and cool demeanour is so captivating.
She stands up and tugs at her turtle neck collar.
“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.
Underneath it is a white sports bra. Gently hugging her chest in a way that really shows her curvy outlines.
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.
“How are you feeling?” She asks, sitting back down to cosy up to the impressive man beside her.
“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.
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.
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.
Neither are willing to argue with him. Both are just a little impressed in the first place.
“Man… what a guy.” Diego mutters to himself.
“Alright!” He continues on, a little louder so the rest can hear him.
“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.
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.
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.
As he goes at it, Llyre and Tasha are still sitting next to each other on the bench. Nice and close.
“I really like watching you work out. You are a specimen, you know that~?” Tasha says to him with a cheeky grin.
Llyre is not the type to ever be embarrassed. So he responds with his trademark chill.
“Oh really? Glad to know it looks cool.”
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.
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.
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.
And Diego, who’s own chest is shockingly large. His pec muscles are absolutely astonishing, and his rippling abs visible through his thin shirt.
The two of them are the perfect motivation for Llyre to show off his strength a bit.
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.
Tasha begins to yawn. Then repeats that action multiple times.
He pushes the barbell off of the rack.
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.
All three bots lay on the floor. Very little exterior damage, their artificial skins and metal plating doing well to ensure that.
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.
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.
Cords are torn or ripped from their sockets, not transmitting the required power or data.
Core files in use are suddenly corrupted, causing numerous issues.
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.
So the bots are uninterrupted as they slowly wake up. Eyelids twitching, some parts unresponsive.
“H-huh h-huh…?” Tasha moans, rubbing her head.
Diego is up next.
“Phew… that _____ a crash…” He says. Part of his sentence completely cuts out.
Llyre stands, his left arm almost completely loose in it’s socket. Hanging on and swinging with any slight motion.
“G-god…” He mutters.
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.
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.
But their behaviour will shift. Their complex AI logic systems are slowly corrupting as they attempt to run.
“Llyre a-are you alright?” Tasha asks. She manages to get herself standing and slowly wanders over to him.
“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.
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.
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.
Her bulky arms hold him tight.
She sets him back up.
“Phew… Glad to hear you are ok. Phew… Glad to hear you are ok.” She says, barely even recognising his stumble.
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.
The barbell rolls slowly until it gently collides with the wall. Bouncing it back ever so slightly.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
Tasha and Llyre nod their heads in approval.
The three head back to the cardio section, which is populated with a few people. Llyre finds his way towards a stair machine.
“Ah, I use this a-a-a-a-a-a lot” Tasha tells him.
“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.
“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.
She hops onto the machine, and turns to face Llyre.
“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.
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.
Llyre stutters and takes way too long between each.
“Three…… T-two……
…
…
One…
… Go!”
Llyre yells out over Tasha, then begins to run.
Tasha repeats the count 3 whole times, taking 9 seconds.
“Three… Two… One… T-three-three-three… T-two… One… T-three… Two-two-t-two… O-one…
Go!”
Tasha’s head keeps suddenly jutting out each time she repeats a line.
Diego just decides to sit on the bench behind them and watch.
Finally they spring into action at wildly different times. But none of the three seem to properly notice.
They begin taking their steps, the machine adjusting to their speeds.
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.
Tasha’s beautiful ass is on full display, her hourglass shape perfectly visible.
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.
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.
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.
The clothes still ever so slightly cover her but they are concealing her through coincidence alone.
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.
“Oops! That’s embarrassing E-eeeEmbarassing! W-WELL looks like you win.” She sputters out. Her volume shifted from word to word.
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.
Diego blushes as he stares openly at her chest.
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.
“O-o-oooo-oh… You like theeeeeese-zzzz~?” She says as she shakes her chest a little, teasing Diego.
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.
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.
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.
“A-aaaa-ahzzha~! W-w-zz-wow Diego~ D-d-d-diego~” She says between each sudden awkward movement.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“Impact taken…” He mumbles.
He gets up and sees the two trainers. Diego’s hand having his way with Tasha’s chest.
“... Sexual contact identified.” He says.
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.
Tasha and Diego just find themselves more excited.
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.
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.
“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.
“Thanks m-a-an~” He responds in his normal, cool tone of voice. Despite the audio cracks.
But right after he follows up with a very monotone voice.
“Attractive m-nn-n-m-n-male signalled interest. Compatibility e-e-e-estimate at 87%. V-v-vaules are sufficient.”
He gives a cool, flirty smile.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
Llyre-Bot watches this behaviour takes place. Reading the input as it comes through into his databank.
“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.
The motors in his body continue to almost scream with stress as they are overfed power to exceed their maximum.
“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.
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.
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.
“Blo-blo-blowjob imminent-t-t-t” Llyre-Bot says.
Tasha-Bot is unable to stop. Rather than making a full circle, it becomes more of a spiralling function.
“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.
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.
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.
After a second her voice returns. But all words are completely gone. All that escapes is an incoherent static-y screech.
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.
Diego-Bot falls to the floor with Llyre-Bot.
“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.
“A-a-artifical skin breach-e--ead. [MACHINE DENIAL BLOCK]” Llyre-Bot blurts out, sprawled out on the floor.
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.
As the artificial saliva from Diego-Bot’s mouth comes into contact with that technology, his entire system gets a massive electrical shock.
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.
“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.
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.
But the damage extends further than the issue between his legs. A sharp piece of metal pierces out of his chest.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
The constant whir from within his body starts an erratic pattern too.
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.
“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.
“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.
The light begins to fade from his golden eyes. Draining until all that remains is a mute, dark yellow.
The bot has gone offline.