Exo Saves the Day, Chapter 4

[gynoneko]

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Exo Saves the Day
Chapter Four: Dancing Robot Monkey
By Gynoneko


I awoke to find the girl was not on my couch anymore. In her place lay my jacket and blanket, but no sign of the girl. From that perspective on the couch, I could see that my front door was wide open! Quickly I struggled to my feet, and ran out the front door. Surely no one would notice a naked girl with wires sticking out of her. There was no sign of her anywhere. I looked around, wandering toward my car, to see if I could see any sign of her. I almost gave up hope of finding her, when I spotted her shadowy figure in the distance. She was walking toward the train tracks on the other side of the road. Thanks to my daily gym visits, I could run fast, and I ran as fast as I could toward her. The distance seemed to grow longer and longer, taking me much longer than I anticipated to get to her. As I finally got closer, I could see 4 figures surrounding her, taller than her, dressed all in black, and carrying sticks and knives.

I screamed; my voice was a mile away. One of them looked back at me and giggled with an echo of a voice. Off to the side, I could hear the train coming. It was coming in fast, blowing its horn to warn them, but they couldn’t hear. She couldn’t hear. I kept running toward her, getting closer and closer, trying to yell out her name, but no sound came out. A man walked up beside me, wearing dark glasses and a business suit. “You can’t have her. You can’t protect her”. That was all he said. The train blew its horn again, bells ringing at the crossway. I looked back toward the man, but he was gone. I never stopped running.

There was nothing I could do except keep running. The 4 figures parted to either side of the tracks, keeping her stuck there in the way of the train. It wasn’t slowing down, and it didn’t apply any breaks; it just kept rolling on through at full speed. I yelled her name again, this time the sound of the train horn obscured anything I said. It all came down to this moment! No matter how fast I ran, I could never reach her, I could never save her. I just stood there with tears filling my eyes, and watched as the train came thundering into the intersection. One second she was there, the next, she was gone, smashed by the train, as though she were an ant in the way of a car. I screamed at the top of my voice, yelling out her name, and all I could hear was her digital scream coming from my mouth.

I awoke, again, except this time in the real world. My forehead was covered in sweat, and I came to the realization that not only was it just a dream, but her actual startled voice woke me up. I sat there, looking around for a second, remembering the previous night bit by bit. It all came back to me. She sat there, next to me, her back to me, still smeared with dirt and blood from my coat. She held her throat in one hand, as though she forgot she had no voice. Clearly, she was still piecing together the events that unfolded last night as well. I was faster at it, but then again, she wasn’t conscious when I took her into my home and cleaned her up. I watched as she looked around, curious but with a calculating look on her face. No longer was she scared, dazed, and as confused as she had been the night before. She was finally thinking straight, and putting two and two together. She looked around some more, until her eyes darted over to me.

Another short startled digital yelp escaped her mouth as she grabbed the blanket to cover herself up. I jumped in my seat, startled by her just as much as she was startled by me. It must have taken her a few second to remember me, because at first she just stared at me with wide open eyes, fear and uncertainty filling her features. To my relief, her expression changed from one of fear, to one of curiosity, as her eyebrows lowered and her expression became stern. Finally, her mouth settled into a small friendly smile. It was a cute smile. She breathed a sigh of relief, and her body relaxed.

“Uh… Good morning?” I said. It was all I could think to say, without being a smartass. She responded by opening her mouth to speak, and then catching herself, and instead giving me a big nod and a smile. God she was cute. She still held the blanket up to her for modesty, but her grip had loosened, and the slack revealed a copious amount of skin. Her bandages were still on, covering her breasts, but I would still need to take a closer look at her after breakfast.

“Do you uh- want anything to eat?” I asked. She just looked at me as though she were considering the question, and shook her head. Of course she’s not going to eat anything stupid! That warning tag prevented her from excreting any waste. I also didn’t know if she was a model that could eat at all. Most androids and gynoids could not eat, but in recent years, the high society and gynoid collectors started to develop gynoids and a few androids that could eat. Sure, most gynoids and a lot of androids could eat small amounts, but it wasn’t for nutrition or energy, it was mainly for social events, and sexual favors. If a gynoid couldn’t give a decent blow job and store the semen somewhere, it wasn’t going to sell very well. However, these collectors actually had robots that could eat, and generate small amounts of energy from it. If they ate enough, they only had to charge half as long as they normally would. Some saw this as frivolous spending, wasting food, and contributing to the starving nations of the world. I couldn’t help but think, ”Cool!”

“I’ll be right back,” I said to her. “Feel free to look around.” I gave her a smile, and walked over to bathroom to take care of business. After washing my face, spraying some deodorant on, and combing my hair, I threw on a t-shirt that had robot ants on it, put on some jeans, and walked back into my living room. She was standing there, looking at the pictures hanging on the wall with an interested face, as though she were actually enjoying the image she was looking at. She was also standing there naked, except for the bandages, which just covered her breasts; one hand covering her womanhood, despite the tag. Her body was dainty, petite. She had a small build, but it was a very well built body, all the parts fitting into place just as on a human. She looked amazing.

I coughed, “Do you want me to get you some clothes? I can probably find you a shirt or something, and… maybe a… pair… of…” my thoughts died out. Even though she was still a little dirty, had bandages covering cuts on her arms and torso, and needed a shower, I couldn’t help but stare at her naked form as she drew her eyes from the photograph toward me. Our eyes met, and her smile got bigger, and maybe a little coy. She gave me a big nod, without her eyes leaving mine. She was simply beautiful. “Umm... okay then- just wait right… here… and I’ll go… get you…” I stuttered, “I’ll be right back”. I could feel the blood rushing to my head; my face must have been bright red as I turned around and headed back to my room. I could hear what I thought was a giggle, although the digital distortion of her voice made it hard to make out. I didn’t know what size she would wear, but I was sure all my normal clothes would be huge on her. She must have been maybe 5’4” or so, with a very petite build, and probably could use my shirt like a tent. Luckily, I remembered a shirt I got at a convention. People where throwing shirts out at the audience members, and I was lucky enough to grab one. It was to advertise a product, but the saying was cute, and the shirt was 2 sizes too small for me. I wore it once, but could barely breathe, and I never had the heart to throw it out.

I came back into the room with the deep blue shirt and a pair of tan shorts with a draw string over my arm. She was no longer looking at the pictures, but was leaning over my coffee table to look at a remote control laying there. She didn’t seem to understand what it was for, but was also unaware that she was giving me a great view of her ass. At this angle, I could clearly see the little yellow and black tag covering her vagina and anus, and it almost looked like some kind of modern underwear, like a thong without the straps.

I coughed again. She stood up, startled, and turned around to look at me, her face quickly turning red. I held up the shirt and shorts, but she arched an eyebrow, looking at me puzzled. Maybe it was the dancing robot monkey on the front of the shirt; maybe she didn’t know what to do with the clothes at all. I didn’t know, but I was about to find out. Handing the shirt and shorts to her, I head into the kitchen and got a bowl out of the cupboard. I poured a half bowl of cereal, and was just about to pour the milk on top when I looked up and saw her struggling to put on the shirt. She was trying to pull her head through one of the sleeves, with one of her arms sticking out of the top of the shirt. I watched a while as she managed to take the shirt back off, her hair a mess, and tried the shorts instead. There isn’t much you can get wrong with putting on shorts. She managed to put them on backwards and inside out, and then went to tackle the shirt again. I could help but laugh at her as she attempted to put it on upside down.

“Here, let me help you with that” I said, putting the milk down and walking over to help her. I pulled the shirt off of her head, and leaned over to remove the short. She blushed, but put one hand on my back, and the other over her womanhood, as she leaned into me and stepped out of the shorts. Catching several discreet glances of her on the way back up, I turned the shorts right-side-in and stepped over to the couch. She sat down in front of me with a smile on her face, full of energy. “Let’s do the shirt first. Lift your hands over your head.” She lifted her right hand straight up, but her left arm only came up half way. A look of pain shot across her face as she lowered her hand to hold her arm. I noticed as she did that her right hand seemed a little limp, as though she did not have full control of it. Of course, her injuries were hurting her and she lost some mobility.

“Whoa, are you ok?” I sat down next to her, looking at her arm. It seemed she was in real pain, not just a preprogrammed response. Many androids and gynoids have AI that allows them to simulate pain and pleasure. It comes in handy not only for sex play, but also to diagnose a problem on the fly. However, she was either the best actress gynoid I’d seen, or she was in real pain. A robot with pain? Impossible! Or was it? I took a closer look at her arm, and noticed many of her cuts had started to heal and close. The largest ones were too big, and I could still see the damaged muscle sinew and disjoined cables. I needed to take a closer look at her before she put any clothes on.

“Let me take a closer look at you. I’m a certified technician, I think I can help.” She stared at me, almost in shock, and pulled away. I’m not sure what it was I said, but I was afraid I just insulted her. Maybe I shouldn’t be looking at her, or maybe touching her arm was too much. “Um... what did I say?” Tact has never been my strong point. She continued to stare at me, the pain still visible in her eyes, but she was thinking, calculating something. “I’m sorry, did I do something?” I asked. She sat there thinking, a bit more, and then closed her eyes and nodded to herself.

She turned toward me, and placed her injured arm in my hands, a look of uncertainty in her eyes. She wasn’t sure she could trust me to work on her, but I think she decided she was going to let me try. I couldn’t fail her now, not if I wanted to build her trust. Plus, this was the best way to get her injuries fixed up quick. I smiled at her briefly before I went to work looking closer at her arm.

I twisted it gently in one direction, lifted it, and bent the arm at the elbow, each time gauging her reaction. She seemed to have taken more damage on her upper arm than I thought. Her muscle sinew was damaged, probably pulled or cut, and she was in need of a muscle repair as well as some optical cable work. I moved my attention over to her other arm. Her right arm seemed to be fine, but some of the optical cables in her arm that led to her hand had been severed, limiting her ability to use that hand. I was just glad she was able to use my key fob that last night with that hand; it must have been the limit of her mobility. She didn’t seem to feel any pain when she moved her hand, but the cut did hurt her.

Something was weird here, her skin actually had pain receptors in them, and she was experiencing pain in a way I had never seen a robot experience it. Maybe I’d get the chance to do a little digging later, but for now, my attention went to her chest, where the bandage across her chest still clung on. I gently placed my hand on the bandage, now darker with blood. She winced at it, as though I just hit a sore spot. Slowly and carefully, I removed the gauze wrapping I gave her the night before. She resisted for a second, pushing me away. “I’m sorry. I just want to make sure your cut getting better. It was still bleeding when I bandaged you.” I tried to calm her a bit. Again, he eyes gave me that calculating consideration look. She again nodded, her face flushing red, and lowered her hands from her chest. She turned her face away, as if to avoid looking at me examining her.

The sterile pad stuck to the gauze with the dried coolant blood, which had turned a darker red color in the air. The gauze lifted away from her body, revealing her wound, as well as her breasts. She gasped, perhaps in pain, perhaps in embarrassment. Her face turned crimson red, but she was still in pain and continued to let me look at her wounds. The wound on the side of her breast was wide, but not deep, and it was not severe. The bleeding had stopped, but the wound was shallow and wide, making it hard for her body to repair on its own. I would have to do something to help with that, I just wasn’t sure what yet. Her breathing got heavier and faster as I looked at her injuries on her chest. Most of the smaller scratches and cuts had started to close up, healed, and virtually vanished. No wonder she was so tired, those nano-machines were using her energy to initiate a massive repair job, and they sure did the best they could in such a short time. I looked up at her face. He eyes were closed, clenched shut, and still facing away from me as she stuck her chest out for me to look at it. She was simply adorable. I started to undo the final bandage that wrapped around her chest and neck. This wound was a little more severe, and would probably be the cause of much of her damage and pain. Carefully, I removed the gauze, as she groaned a digital groan of pain every so often. Finally, she sighed in relief as the bandage on her injured neck came off, and I carefully took a look at her. The nano-machines in her blood could take care of minor pulled muscle sinew, or a cut in the skin. However, this damage was too severe and needed “surgery” to repair. That would be where I came in.

I avoided touching that wound too much, I didn’t want to give her more pain, and I already got a sense of the damage the night before. Instead, I felt her neck, checking for signs of damage under the skin. I had never done anything like this before, but it seemed appropriate in this case. She turned her face to look toward me, and locked her eyes onto mine, and I studied her neck for damage. Her jaw seemed to give her pain, and I thought I felt something in her neck that may have been out of place or damaged. She would need a lot of work. “I think I can help, but we will need to get started with some tests.” She nodded; her face grim. I stood up, and helped her to her feet. Covering herself with her arms again, she followed me into my office.

My “office” was a mess. I should have cleaned it up more, but there were parts all over. One of the computers was still running a diagnostics on a broken old gynoid that was on its last legs. There were android limbs and robot parts all over the floor, and 3 more gynoids without arms or legs sat against the wall. “Sorry about the mess, I’ve been busy” I explained to her. She looked about the office in wonderment, staring at all the parts and computer screens. She kneeled beside the gynoid under diagnostics and waved to her. Of course she got no response, but she seemed thrilled just to see another gynoid there. I cleared off a stool, and asked her to sit down. She promptly stood up, giving the other gynoid a smile, and sat down facing me, her right arm still covering her exposed breasts, pushing them flat a bit and showing off her cleavage.

“Now I want you to understand that I will do my best to help you, but things might not be exactly like they were before.” She nodded to me, with a stern look on her face that somehow made her look cute and playful. “I will also need to gain access to all your access panels and AI systems” I warned her. She seemed to think for a moment, her face blushing, and nodded in agreement. “You should also know that I will have to shut you down for a little while” I said. Her head fell a bit, and a wrinkle formed between her eyebrows. “But I promise to power you back up as soon and as often as I can, until you are fixed” I assured her. She looked up at me, with a more serious look on her face, and nodded again. A tear formed in her eye, but she smiled at me none-the-less. She was scared, but was placing all her trust in me.
I smiled back at her, and wiped the tear off her check as it fell. She sighed a little digital sigh, and took a deep breath. “Are you ready to begin?” I asked. She closed her eyes and nodded. “Very well. Shut down all higher command functions and open all torso and neck access panels, please.”

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/Chapter Four

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