Roommates: Abigail

[NatalieBayer]

    Abigail dug into her purse and fumbled with the keys there. She found the right one and then struggled to get the key into the lock on the front of her dorm door. Finally getting it in and turning it she turned the handle and let her weight open the door as she leaned on it. She stumbled into the entry way of her house and blindly swiped behind her and caught the door enough to shut it and locked it. She took a step forward and leaned against the wall, putting her hand on her forehead and slid down the wall to a sitting position. 

    “Carlaaaaaa” Abigail wailed down the hallway. “Carla, are- are you here?”

    Soon, Carla came down the hall wearing a look of contempt. 

    “Yeah I’m here, are you drunk again?” Carla sighed and rolled her eyes but stooped down anyway to pick up her room mate. Carla looped Abigail’s arm around her neck and the two walked down the hall together. Carla used her foot to push open the door to Abigail’s room and once inside helped Abigail onto the bed. Abigail curled up almost immediately, even as Carla was taking her heels off and dragging a garbage can over to place it by the bed. Abigail heard all of it but put on a good show of being asleep. Soon enough she not only heard her door close but further up the hall Carla’s door close. 

    After waiting a full ten minutes after Carla entered her room Abigail’s eyes snapped open. She sat immediately up in bed and her face was a mask of neutrality. She was no longer acting drunk, in fact, she had never been intoxicated to start with. Abigail slid off of her bed and picked up the trashcan her room mate had so kindly left for her, moving it across the room to where it was originally. As she moved across the room she limped whenever she tried to put any measure of weight on her right leg. Each step punctuated by a whirring sound coming from somewhere deep inside of her pelvis. 

    Once she replaced the trash can she limped noisily to the door and locked it as silently as she could and then moved back to the bed. She sat down as gently as she could, but all that resulted was her lowering herself towards the bed and flopping the last foot or so. Once situated there she reached over to her side table and pulled open the drawer there and pulled out a small hard plastic toolbox and set it next to her. She then hiked up her black cocktail dress, which presently only covered down to her mid-thigh. She pulled it up and over her head and tossed it to towards the end of her bed. It landed dangling half off of her bed. She hadn’t bothered to wear panties or a bra for her night out with her sorority sisters. 

    She looked down at her right hip and frowned. Her heads up display was red with alerts about the status of it. While dancing someone overly drunk mountain of a man tripped and slammed in to her. Both had fallen to the floor but Abigail had landed weirdly on her hip, and her leg was twisted at a strange angle. Luckily no one had noticed the strange position of her leg when she fell, and she immediately corrected it to look human, but her vision had filled with errors and alerts Luckily none of the damage was bad enough to break the skin and she was confident that she could likely repair the damage. As she looked down at her hip right now she could almost see part of the broken joint protruding, pressing against her skin. 

    Abigail unclipped the tool box she had set next to her on the bed and opened it. Inside were tools of various kinds, sizes, and apparent uses. All of which were simply dropped into the box and left to sit where they landed. Abigail had to sort through several layers of piled tools and instruments before she found what she was looking for. She drew out a scalpel with a plastic lid capping it. She was also able to more easily find a can of artificial skin sealant in some kind of aerosol spray can. Taking the cap off of the blade she brought it down to her hip and pressed it into her artificial flesh. It took several minutes of precise slicing before she had cut away a section of her skin spanning from just below her ribcage, down to her upper thigh and spanning from just around the curve of her ass to just before the slight seam where her sexual module slotted into place between her legs. She left part of the skin uncut though, making a large flap of skin that hung down off of her leg. 

    Inside of the now exposed electronics inside of her hips, torso, and leg Abigail could easily see the metal joint in her hip where her leg would normally connect. She could also see the ball joint at the top of her leg, it was popped out of the socket by half an inch. If it were merely a matter of popping the joint back in to place she could have done that in the bathroom at the club, but she also noted the variety of cololured wiring that ran along her leg under some flexible plastic coating. Some of it had snapped due to the sudden stress on the wiring and was likely the cause of most of the errors she logged. 

    Abigail capped the scalpel and set it back into the toolbox, picking up a flat head screwdriver while she was there. She brought the head of the screwdriver to the plastic panel inside of her leg, still resting under a thick layer of skin on her leg. She began working the flat tip of it under the plastic panel until it lifted up slightly, soon the light popping of the locking mechanisms could be heard. She moved a hand into the gap and lifted upward, engaging a second set of locks that would hold the panel in an elevated position. The Synthetic flesh stretching upward along the lower edge of the panel. Abigail looked down at the wiring now and zoomed in with the camera like optical assembly inside her eyes. There were only two wires that were damaged.

    After a moment of scanning through her own schematics, she identified where the two broken cables went. They were data relay lines, meaning that any data from her foot or leg that was relevant to the operation of her body as a whole were fed through these cables. Meaning that small balance corrections, the pressure applied to her leg, and many other operations needed to function and appear as a human were controlled by these cables. Abigail, gaze still fixed on her leg, opened up a web browser in her internal system and began searching for possible repair options or at least a way to work around the issue. She could take herself in for repair, but no repair center was open this late, and she needed to act as human as possible for class tomorrow and to keep her secret from her room mate. Abigail’s OS had a standing requirement that she remain as human as possible in front of other humans. 

    Abigail’s scans showed that the cables in question ran from her hip, though a flexible series of plastic covers in her leg and down to her foot. She would need to have her entire leg assembly disassembled and the cables replaced. A repair that was far beyond her programming. Abigail peered into her tool box again and dug around for a moment, this time pulling out a soldering iron and a small spool of silvery metal. She nudged herself along the edge of her bed until she got close enough that she could bend forward and plug in the soldering iron and held it in her hand. Once the tip of it was hot enough to gently let of small whisps of smoke she used one hand to awkwardly unspool a length of the solder from the spool. Holding the solder, the soldering iron and the damaged wire in place for a moment she managed to make a crude, but serviceable connection. She repeated the process for the other damaged wire as well.

    Once both were done and the solder was cooling inside of her opened leg and hip, she reached over and unplugged the iron, setting it on a small metal stand and letting it cool. Her internal operating system recognized that a connection had been established with her foot properly and began loading a self test. SHe stuck out her leg straight out from her, a movement that made the whirr of servos in her hip very audible. From there she rolled her foot left and right and flexed all her toes. Having satisfied the conditions of the test she nodded to herself. She reached down to her hip and pressed the flap of synthetic flesh back into place and sprayed on a generous amount of the flesh sealant. The Clear liquid worked like superglue, fusing skin back together. It sealed her up, but there was an obvious cut there. She knew she would have to pay a bit extra to have that properly touched up with the rest of her repairs. 

    Once the soldering iron was fully cooled she packed it and all the remaining tools away in the box and slipped it back into the nightstand. She then sat alone in her room, on the edge of her bed. She had been built and programmed to be a social unit, but here she was, alone again. If not for the fact that Carla had already gone to bed, and Abigail was supposed to be passed out drunk she might have invited her for some girl time. Abigail resigned herself to her evening alone, again. She reached down and grabbed the bunched up bottom to her cocktail dress and pulled it over her head. Sitting on her bed, now completely naked, she looked down at her body and sighed. She knew she was designed to be used for any number of activities, sexual and otherwise, but she had yet to be taken home by anyone. Though, she had only been in operation for a few months. 

    She pulled the comforter on her bed up a bit, just enough to cover her belly, leaving her breasts exposed. She closed her eyes for a moment and sent a command from her AI to her operating system requesting her stomach panel to open. Once her OS parsed the request there was a small whirring as a panel of flesh receded inside of her and then upward. Inside of the opened panel, now hidden by the comforter on her bed, were what made this android girl operate as smoothly as she did. She was a state of the art model and everything was bound up tightly in mesh tubes to hold cables together, neatly arranged for cleanliness. All of her circuitry was concealed under matte black hard plastic covering for protection. The only electronic component inside of her that was accessible without specialty screwdrivers was the power cable. Coiled inside a mechanism designed to zip it up inside of her when not in use. 

    Abigail slipped a hand under the covers and tugged the power cable out of her. She pulled out enough slack to allow her to plug in to the wall outlet next to her bed. Once her OS alerted her in her heads up display that she was connected to power and charging she let out a sigh, in reality she was expelling the last of the air in her air bladder. She set an internal alarm for the next morning and let her eyes slip shut. Entering in to a lowered power mode, she could still actively monitor the sounds in the area around her, but stopped using power for the rest of her body, shutting off functionality to most of her systems to lower power consumption and CPU cycles. She drifted off into the closest thing an android had to sleep. 

[Guderian34]

Great story will there be a part 2

[DZiegler]

Whoo Hoo Boo!

[NatalieBayer]

This is part 2...part 1 is Roommates: Carla...but yes...there will be more to this story. Definitely a part 3 and maaaaaybe part 4

[NatalieBayer]

Me too.


Er, i mean, i have this whole story plotted out start to finish.

[KernalGovernor101]

Where can we find Roommates: Carla? I can't find it on the wiki.

[NatalieBayer]

Oopsie...i totally forgot to post it after i had written it...like an idiot...though truthfully these first two chapters can be read in any order

http://www.fembotcentral.net/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=15052

[DollSpace]

Very nice, plus I have an affinity for the name Abigail lol! Can't wait for more!

[Robo-Admirer]

Great story dude! I hope you have more in the works!