Super Fembot Cheerleaders from Space! - Chapter 7

[Teknophile]

Hello, everyone!

Sorry for the long wait; between computer problems, the flu, Chemistry exams, and an annoying case of writer's block, I haven't had as much time lately to work on SFCFS. Fortunately, while brainstorming with Sthurmovik yesterday, he gave me some good ideas and some much-needed encouragement to get up off my bum and get writing again.

So, without further ado, here's Chapter 7. As always, comments and ideas are welcome. Enjoy!

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Chapter 7: The Morning After

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Nathan Aldridge never woke up until well past ten o’clock on Saturday mornings. This Saturday, having stayed up considerably later than usual, it was nearly noon before his body decided it was bored with lying inertly on the bed. As consciousness returned, Nate reached up and rubbed his eyes. Man, what a nightmare, he thought, giving a little groan as he began thinking about sitting up.

Some of the weird visions from last night swam through his groggy, semiconscious mind. Girls with guns and computer parts inside, running from Agent Smith … Oh, well, thank God it was just a dream….

Vree-chk, beep. “Hi, Nate!”

Suddenly, his heart rate went through the roof, and Nate sat bolt upright on his bed, turning to face the pretty blonde girl lying beside him, wearing nothing but her birthday suit and the same sheet that had been covering him.

“AAAHH!! Wha--?”

A series of clicks, whirs and beeps signaled the other girls coming online. “Is something wrong?” asked G2J, similarly nude and lying on Nate’s other side.

“Man, you were in power-save mode forever!” A7C complained. Unlike the other girls, the petite Japanese-looking fembot hadn’t managed to find a place on Nate’s bed, so she had powered down sitting up against a wall.

K4L walked in from another part of the apartment, the only one clad in anything more than swimwear or a sheet. “Oh, good! You’re active again. Just so you know, I didn’t pick up any suspicious activity or communications in this part of the colony, so I don’t think those Eff-Bee-Ayes were able to identify you or your home.”

Nate groaned, clutching his still-fuzzy head, wishing that there were some way to wake up from reality. “Right. Um … thanks. Now, what are you two doing naked in my bed?”

G2J just looked up at him, a puzzled expression on her face. “Isn’t this how you sleep? I mean, uncovered and lying in close proximity to one another?”

Nate sighed, remembering where the girls had gotten their oversexed female appearances, their exposure to English, and a very warped idea of human society. You’d think that advanced alien beings would study something better than the Playboy Channel to learn about our culture, he thought. “Not unless you’re in a relationship. Sleeping naked with another person is just … really, really intimate, all right?”

“So? We just saved your life, and you’ve promised to keep us safe. I’d say that’s pretty intimate,” replied E3, sliding back into her shimmering blue party dress. “Besides, your heart rate decreased significantly when G2J and I got into bed with you. Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“Well, maybe, but … oh, screw it,” he muttered. “I’m starving. Do you girls eat, or do you just plug in someplace?”

“Well, I did design these constructs based off human bodies,” G2J said. “They can convert chemical energy from ingested material into electrical power.”

“Okay. Do you want cereal or scrambled eggs?”

The girls all looked at one another. “Er … what’s cereal? And what kind of creature is a Scrambled?”

Nate rolled his eyes. “Look, I’ll make a little of each, and you can all decide which one you want. All right?”

“Thanks!” A7C called out. “You’re the best, Nate!”

As he made his way toward the kitchen, the star-crossed college sophomore felt a mantle of gloom settle over him. It was no dream. Which means I’m stuck with four alien robots until they somehow manage to build a starship.

By chance, his gaze happened to wander out through the sliding patio door.

“Holy … MY CAR!!!”

All thoughts of breakfast suddenly thrown aside, Nate rushed out, down the steps of his apartment building, to behold what was left of his red Toyota Camry. In broad daylight, the cracks radiating from three bullet holes stood out like a flashing white sign declaring, “MY DRIVER IS EITHER A FUGITIVE, A DRUG DEALER, IN TROUBLE WITH DRUG DEALERS, OR ALL THREE!”

The girls came down the steps just in time to hear Nathan Aldridge, clad only in his boxers, screaming like a man who’s just discovered that his stock broker invested everything in Fannie Mae. He whirled to face the quartet of concerned young women. “Look at this!” he shouted frantically. “There is no freakin’ way I can drive my car like this! Not when it looks like somebody used it for target practice!”

G2J walked over to the vehicle, inspecting the damage. “Well, this doesn’t look too bad. All we need to do is remove the windscreen, reduce it to its constituent molecules and fab a new one.”

Nate stared at her. “You mean with that little suitcase-thing? You could really fix my car?”

“Of course,” the redhead said matter-of-factly. “Watch; I’ll just gently pull this out …”

G2J reached up and pulled on the black rubberized molding that held the safety glass to the Camry’s chassis. Nate winced as what remained of his windshield bent and folded, making a crinkling sound as the fembot pulled it away like plastic wrap. “A7C, pick up those shards, will you?”

The bikini-clad girl came over and began scooping up the tiny bits of safety glass on the front seats, floor and hood of the Camry. Meanwhile, G2J began carrying the crumpled-up windshield back toward the door of the apartment building. “Not to worry, this should be fixed in two cycles or so!”

“Uh … wow! Okay. How long is a cycle, anyway? Like, a minute?”

K4L gave him a blank look. “What’s a minute?”

“Erm, a minute is sixty seconds.”

“And what’s a second?”

Nate thought for a moment. “A second is … ah … well, it’s the time it takes you to say ‘One Mississippi’. Try it.”

“One mizzi … what the heck is a mizzippy, anyway?”

“Ah, forget it,” Nate sighed. “Just remind me to show you a clock sometime.”

In the end, each girl took a full portion of both cereal and scrambled eggs. This is going to be murder on my grocery budget, Nate thought as he watched the girls chow down.

“Mmm! Wow, Nate, this is good!” exclaimed K4L, wide-eyed after taking her first bite. “Whatever Scrambleds are, they sure lay great eggs!”

“Yeah, and this cereal is pretty good too,” added A7C. “What’s this white stuff it’s floating in?”

“Oh, that’s just milk.”

E3 gave him a funny look. “So, you got this from a pregnant female? You’re not mated, are you …?”

Nate felt himself blush. “Er, no, that’s cow milk, and they make it all the time.”

“You get it from other species? Interesting,” G2J said, downing another spoonful.

After breakfast, Nate gathered up all the used bowls and flatware and started washing them. E3 came over and watched him as he rinsed each dish, scrubbed it, then rinsed it clean. “Can I help?”

“Ah, sure. Just grab a towel and start drying them. ”

It was a great idea — until E3 rubbed just a little too hard with the dishcloth, and Nate heard an ear-splitting CRASH! as a bowl practically exploded in her hand. He turned to the blonde, who had a look of chagrin on her face. “Sorry! I didn’t realize these ceramic things were so brittle.”

Nate just gave another sigh. “It’s all right,” he said. “Just be careful next time. I hope your fabricator thing works on dishes, too ….”

As if on cue, G2J stuck her carrot-topped head into the kitchen. “Hey, I fixed it!” she exclaimed, holding up a clear, brand-new windshield.

Leaving the dishes partially done, Nate and his feminine roommates walked back outside. G2J gently set the freshly-fabricated windshield on the ground, along with a fresh molding to hold it in place. A soft click could be heard as her forearms opened, revealing a dazzling array of fine tools and manipulators. In no time at all, she had applied a thin layer of primer to the perimeter of the glass, then carefully fit the molding around it. Then a tiny applicator extended itself, and the redheaded gynoid applied something that smelled like urethane to the molding.

Lifting the treated windshield carefully, G2J climbed up onto the hood of Nate’s Camry, gently easing it into place. Another applicator arm extended itself, and she went around the edge of the windshield one last time, presumably putting on some kind of sealant. Then the mechanized mechanic hopped off the car, holding up her hands, a big grin on her face. “Got it!” she declared. “It’s as good as new!”

Nate walked slowly over to inspect his car. In only fifteen minutes, the fembot had not only made him a brand-new windshield, but had installed it herself — a job that would have taken any body shop several hours!

“I don’t believe it!” he exclaimed, running his finger over the surface. Maybe the glass was a little more tinted than before, but there were no bug or dirt spots — and certainly no trace of the three bullet holes it had had just half an hour before!

Overwhelmed by gratitude, Nate turned to G2J and threw his arms around the startled gynoid. “Thank you!” he cried.

G2J was surprised for a moment, then smiled at Nate’s sincere show of gratitude. “You’re welcome,” she replied. “Considering it’s our fault you got shot at last night, I figured it was the least I could do.”

“Um, hey, speaking of making stuff, shouldn’t we get going on our new starship?” A7C piped in.

E3 nodded. “You know, she has a point. And now that we know you don’t sell metals at open-air markets, just where do we go for raw materials?” she asked, looking at Nate.

The lanky sophomore scratched his still-unwashed hair as he thought for a moment. “Well, when I need parts for my car, I usually go to the DAP scrap yard in Rancho Cordova. The problem is, they only sell parts. You can’t just drive off with a couple of crushed cars and pay for them by the ton. I don’t suppose you use Mercedes engines in your space ship, right?”

“Er, no,” G2J said. “Isn’t there someplace we can just get a whole lot of iron alloy and five macros of uranium?”

Nate winced. “I really don’t know how you’d be able to get uranium around here,” he said. “Humans are pretty protective of anything you could use to make bombs, so we can’t exactly order it online. As far as the iron goes, though …”

Suddenly, an image surfaced: discarded rails and metal railroad spikes, lying out in the sun. “Hey! I think I know where you can find some metal.”

A7C practically flew over to him. “Really? Where?”

“I know this old railroad maintenance yard on the other side of town,” Nate explained. “There’s a place there where they just dump old steel rails and junk. A lot of it’s probably rusty, but there should be plenty to get you started. You said your ship is only about ten feet long put together, right?” he asked G2J.

The redhead got a faraway look in her eyes, visualizing what she could do with several tons of steel. “Yes! And even the rust shouldn’t be too big a problem — the fab can separate the oxygen ions from the metal with about 95% efficiency. As long as there are sufficient amounts of carbon, titanium and other trace elements in the steel, we should be able to build everything but the powerplant!”

“Cool,” Nate said, “and I’ll ask my friends on Monday if any of them know how to get uranium without messing with the NEA.”

“Yes!” E3 exclaimed, pumping her fist triumphantly. “Nate, you’re great! Now we’ve got a chance to get off this planet!” The curvy young woman threw her arms around him in a super-powered bear hug, and it was all Nate could do to keep from passing out — not just because E3 had squeezed every ounce of air from his lungs, but also because the feel of her perfect female form pressed against his mostly bare skin was one of the most awesome things he had ever experienced.

When E3 finally released him, the girls all started making their way to the car, as if to get in. “Let’s go!” A7C cried. “Civilization, here we come!”

“Erm, can I at least get dressed first?” Nate asked, gesturing to his boxer shorts — the only things he was currently wearing.

K4L looked at him quizzically. “But you already are! Besides, you humans hardly wear clothes most of the time, right?”

Nate put a hand to his head, letting out a groan. Damn you, Playboy Channel, for corrupting four innocent aliens! Now they think it’s okay to go topless in the middle of town!
Nate gestured back into the apartment building. “Come on,” he said. "I need to get changed, and before we leave home, you girls really need to learn some human culture…."

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[Sthurmovik]

Great job Techno! Thank for using my idea. I can give you a heads up on getting some Uranium as well if you get on YIM

[Stephaniebot]

Glad to see this back again