Sports Wear Ad

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 pistons and motors just barely emits from these stilted figures.

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.

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.

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.

The man has slightly short brown hair, and piercing yellow eyes. They almost seem to glow with a golden hue. 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. However, despite that musculature, he still has a slightly cinched waist.

That incredible physique of his is not due to hard work. The same goes for the woman. 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. The ripped guy is called Llyre, while the woman is called Tasha.

They find their way into the building together, walking in almost bizarre unison. Once they make their way inside, they are met with a similarly impressive man. He is the only one in the otherwise empty room.

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. He has a similar physique to Llyre, with just slightly less exaggerated features. Rather he is quite a lean, yet ripped man. His hair is a little shaggiers and shorter than Llyers, as well as being a darker brown. 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.

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. They stand before him, without any further internal instructions to guide them. Now Enzo’s program takes priority. His body is eerily still, though suddenly it begins twitching quite randomly. His head suddenly shakes awkwardly. It isn’t overly intense or concerning. But certainly rather erratic. This is the physical response as his computer starts doing some more advanced work.

Enzo’s lifeless computer engages the two androids before him. Accessing their operating systems wirelessly through the network. Performing the code equivalent of flipping a switch from off, to on.

In unison, the two suddenly speak. “Llyre-bot V2.0 online, booting” “Tasha-bot V2.0 online, booting” Signifying the start of the process. It still takes a few seconds of loading for their systems to truly kick in.

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.

“Downloading updated system files… downloading…” The two say. “Downloaded. Executing BIOS…” “BIOS loaded. Partitioning RAM…” The various steps continue on like this for a short while until finally they are ready to launch. “Llyre-bot V2.0 launching now.” “Tasha-bot V2.0 launching now.”

And just as that is said, Enzo speaks allowed as well. “Re-engaging primary operating intelligence… Enzo-bot V5.0 online.”

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. All three go from standing as a perfect straight line from toe to head, to standing with a natural slouch.

Tasha rests a hand on her hip, Llyre puts both of his hands in his pockets. Enzo eagerly smiles and welcomes the two. None of them have any memory or knowledge of that small gap where they came online.

“Hi there you two! Did you make it here ok?” He asks quite sincerely. “Yeah.” Llyre says simply. He is a man of few words. A slight contrast to the woman he is accompanying. “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.

“Ah, good to hear!” Enzo says with a big smile. 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. “Now, let’s get you fitted out and we can get started right away.”

They find their way into a locker room. A number of individual stalls line the wall, providing adequate privacy. 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. “I will need you two to change into these! These are the new Onyx line!” He proudly says as he hands them over. 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.

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.

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. “Oh, nice! It’s so, like, minimalistic. I love it, Enzo!” Tasha says excitedly. She confidently struts towards the closest stall. 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.

Enzo stands in place, crossing his arms as he waits. He smiles and repeatedly taps his finger as he does so. 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.

They step out at almost the exact same time. Enzo takes a good look at both.

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. 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. 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. 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.

“Perfect! Now it doesn’t feel too tight? It’s not uncomfortable or anything?” Enzo quickly asks. Doting on the two. “It’s fine.” Llyre says. His nonchalance emphasises the point. “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.

Enzo is glad to hear the positive accounts from the two, but it was basically impossible for them to have said anything else. 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.

“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. 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.

There is a dense nest of cameras, boom mikes, as well as all sorts of other recording and sound equipment. 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. Not too many of them react to the three bots walking in. “Alright everyone!” Enzo cheers. Suddenly catching all of the crew's attention. “I would like you to meet Tasha and Llyre!” He says proudly. Llyre does a subtle and cool nod to the room. Tasha takes a step forward and waves to everyone. “Hi! Nice to meet you!” She exclaims.

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. Enzo realises this. He knows the time constraints, the budget costs, and all of the other aspects that go into a production like this. After all, he is the one running it. The responsibility entirely falls on him, which ups the pressure. He is confident in his talent, he is confident in his crew. But he can’t ignore the possibility of error.

Suddenly he claps his hand. “Well, we may as well get started!” He cheers. Enzo points towards the small space in front of the camera’s that has been tirelessly designed to resemble a gym’s interior. “If you two could take your positions there, I will explain how we are going to do this.” He says with a smile. 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. Enzo notices this, but doesn’t comment anything. He is still so pleased with how well the body suits outline their incredible bodies. Tasha’s gorgeous thigh and leg muscles are perfectly captured, and the exact same can be said for Llyre’s arms.

They are both perfect beings to represent the gym, the pinnacle of musculature, and the ideal form for their target demographic.

Finally they take their place in front of the camera’s. The crew all get into position around the camera’s and the equipment. Llyre and Tasha are standing, ready for whatever comes next.

Enzo claps his hands. “Alright! During the video, I would love it if you take some of these weights and start pumping! The more you flex, the better it will be on camera.” He says with thumbs up.

Tasha and Llyre nod in unison. Llyre wanders off to the side and grabs one of the single handed weights. He picks up a twenty five kilogram dumbbell. An incredible weight, and its size shows it.

“Oh tasha, if you just want to stretch to show off those leg muscles, that would be perfect.” Enzo specifies. “Alright Enzo! Like, sounds good!” She says with a smile. Finally the two meet in the middle again, and smile right into the many, many lenses staring at them.

Enzo’s eyes whir and zoom in on the two. Capturing each and every frame that can be used for promotional pieces.

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.

But this is not a problem. Just as they are about to start, Enzo’s consciousness program is temporarily overwritten. His head bops for a short moment, before it is caught by his automated script. 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.

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. Suddenly uploading their brains with pre-written information. Exactly what to say, when to say it and how to say it. 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.

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. All that any bystanders could see were some slightly janky movements and twitches, before returning to a comfortable standing pose.

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.

They return their stare directly into the camera’s. Tasha adorns an approachable smile. Llyre wears a subtle and sexy smirk. The camera men find the right focus, then await Enzo’s command. Head cameraman yells “Marker!” to announce their readiness.

“Ok… Action!” Enzo declares. A silence falls over the room, before the two on stage suddenly burst to life.

“Hi there!” Tasha cheers. “My name is Tasha.”

“My name is Llyre.” He coolly adds.

“And we are representatives of Gymshark industries! Bringing you the absolute best in sportswear and equipment!” Tasha explains expertly. She repeatedly lowers herself, holding one leg far out. Routinely stretching her hamstrings and thighs.

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. Pulling power through her cords and into her pistons and motors. Grinding against each other as her impressive body works it.

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.

Same goes for Llyre. He had previously kept his arms by his side as he walked once he put on the bodysuit. But in order to show off nicely, and to pump the iron at all, he starts pushing himself. He turns his body at a three quarter angle, with the arm he is using facing the camera directly. Giving them a full view of the way his artificial muscle fiber bulges and contracts with each movement.

Now their computers have stopped limiting their movements, that is instead taken care of by the body suits. 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.

Both of them begin to work harder than they usually do to perform the same movements that they know so well.

Enzo smiles. He ducks behind a camera to see the footage it’s getting, and it all looks great. Each and every line of their muscles, each time they bulge, it is all caught in beautiful detail by the high quality cameras.

Llyre looks forward. “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. 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.

But more importantly, it absolutely lives up to the claims that it will get the wearer sweating. 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.

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. 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. Instead temperature is just a problem.

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. Add to that the full layer of clothing both of them have on. And then the tight insulating bodysuit…

Problems have already begun to arise.

“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. However Enzo’s smile begins to drop as he hears the stutter coming from her mouth.

“How about we give that one another go, Tasha? You stuttered a little bit.” He concernedly points out. “Oh, sorry!” She chipperly replies, before taking the line again. “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. She seems completely oblivious to the interruptions in her speech, despite it becoming notably worse this time around.

“Um-” Enzo speaks up, but he gets interrupted by Llyre. 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. “I l-love the way it h-h-h-hugs my body as I w-work out.” He addresses the camera.

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. It is expensive having everybody here in this venue. The higher ups demand the footage by the end of the day. 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.

“What’s wrong with you? We need this done today, so we can’t have any issues.” Enzo explains to the androids. Both of them look at him with a slightly puzzled expression.

“We are like, totally f-fine!” Tasha insists, despite the error being present as she claims otherwise. Enzo brings his fist up to his face and gently bites on his knuckle. Unsure how to handle the two.

Meanwhile the machines do not stop their repetitive working out for even a moment. 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.

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.

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.

However, both of them are pushing themselves quite heavily. And without break or interruption, the accumulative effect is getting worse and worse. Their systems are strained. Not by any physical limitation, any wall they can’t break down… But the steadily rising heat facilitated by their restrictive and insulated outfits.

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.

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. But he knows something is wrong, he knows it is affecting his shoot, and he knows this is a massive problem. 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.

“Alright, fuck. We will just have to keep shooting. ” Enzo says. “We can cut around the stutters… probably…” He grumbles to himself. 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. A subtle buzzing can be heard from him.

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.

“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. The stuttering is just as bad, if not worse. And now she seems to hang ona word for a bizarre amount of time. It creates an offensive tone as she holds her mouth open awkwardly for a few seconds mid sentence.

But her smile and expression are unchanged. Completely unfazed by the increasingly evident issues. Her stretches do not maintain that same seamlessness. Instead they seem to stagger and become slightly more janky. As she flexes her leg muscles, she occasionally stalls before moving again. Each time her leg stalls, the body suit stretches taught far more intensely than usual.

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. And each time, the body suit gets tighter before loosening as movement returns.

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.

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. 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.

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.

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. 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. With a couple spikes of processor lag, but the constant hardware signals continuing despite that, something is bound to happen.

Suddenly, with an intense rip, a large portion of Tasha’s bodysuit around her inner thigh tears. The opening starts small, a single line of only a centimetre width up the leg. Tasha continues her movements undisturbed, and the hole gets bigger with each stretch. Her blue jeans peek through the black latex of the bodysuit. 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. Equally unaware and incapable of gaining awareness. Especially as their computers suffer and their minds can’t keep up.

However, Enzo reacts enough for the both of them. “No!” He yells out as he suddenly grips his head. “We don’t have any replacement products here, and we need to shoot it today!” He cries. “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. One of the many androids he employs at the audio table awkwardly takes off their headphones and runs out of the building.

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. 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.

“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. 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.

Tasha tracks the lens with her eyes, staring into it with exactly the same smile as before. 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. But his problems are just as bad, if not worse than Tasha’s. While Tasha is still pushing her system, the stretching isn’t as demanding of her internal components as pumping iron is. The only reason the lag hasn’t ripped through his bodysuit is that the clothes Tasha was wearing underneath were far thicker. 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.

“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. He maintains his relaxed demeanour all throughout the increasingly incoherent speech pouring out of his mouth. “G-g-g-gymshark h-h-helps you-u-u stay-” RIPPP…! The loud noise interrupts his talking. Though he plows through all the same. “R-r-r-rripped!”

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. 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. 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.

Enzo watches, mouth agape as his second star rips the clothing apart with sheer force of muscle once again. “D-d-d-damn it! Why can you not-t-t just keep your b-b-body in check!?” Enzo yells. 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.

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.

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. 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. Right in the front, exposing even more of her jeans.

“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. Her movements start to finally branch out from the simple recurring pattern given to her by Enzo at the beginning. 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. She shifts her legs together and attempts to do sit ups while still standing in place.

“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. “Ge-get-t-get bac-ck i-into p-po-position! L-let me f-f-f-fixx t-this!” He demands from the two.

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. 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. He then lowers and raises his two hands in unison, miming the action of bench pressing.

All three androids are suffering from quite severe physical malfunctions. The two of them still on their feet struggle to remain so. Swaying and glitching. Enzo is still the best off, but that is rapidly approaching the same level of functioning the other two are at.

“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. But the other flings up and down aggressively as it outputs all the power to lift a bar with many plates attached. Both of these actions stress her outfit more than ever before. 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. And it isn’t stopping there.

Enzo stumbles towards the two. “Y-Y-YO-you r-ruining… g-G-g-Gymsharkk!” He exclaims through glitchy fake breaths. 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.

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. Enzo reaches out his hands as if to correct her, but lags behind his intended movements significantly.

As Tasha starts to bend downwards again, she does so irregardless of Enzo’s proximity. Suddenly she collides with the android, causing both of them to topple to the floor. Undeterred, she continues her movements. Causing her to writhe on the floor. The final strands of her bodysuit around her waist separate, cleaving the whole piece in two halves of the original whole.

Enzo hits the ground quite hard, as he is not able to properly react and catch himself. Now the staff is extra concerned, though none of them know what to do. Especially as Enzo keeps yelling as best he can, regardless of his current orientation. “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.

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. The heat within Llyre, Tasha and Enzo burns away at their processors. Wires pop and surge with misrouted and overencumbered electricity.

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.

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. Enzo keeps trying to reach out to Tasha, who is no longer in front of him.

“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. 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.

Next to go is Tasha. She lets out her final words. “B-b-b-bod-suit-b- SO G-g-g-g-ggo-good ERROR-R-R… r-r-recco-comend-” 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.

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. “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…”