Exo Saves the Day, Chapter 5

[gynoneko]

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Exo Saves the Day
Chapter Five: Body Work
By Gynoneko

The pupils in her eyes shrunk to almost nothing, making her irises look huge. Her expression went blank, and her eyes went out of focus, as she started to shut down her higher thinking processes. This meant all her logic, reasoning, personality, and so on would be suspended, leaving her with only the most basic functions, to help with the maintenance process and to run some diagnostics. A faint light emanated from her eyes, slowing fading in and out, as her higher functions went into standby mode. As she sat on her stool, her arm lowered from her breasts, and she pushed her chest out a bit, sitting up straight on the stool. I saw dozens of blue pin-points of light appear from under her skin and start tracing various geometric shapes on her skin. It almost looked like someone was shining a blue laser pointer at her, but the light came from within, and left a line of glowing blue behind as they moved. Rounded squares and rectangles of blue light formed and lit up all over her torso, and then the shapes started to move. A panel on each of her forearms and upper arms, running the length of her arms, rose up and slid to the side, out of the way, revealing all the muscles and optical wiring that ran up and down her arms. The back of her hands slid open as well, unveiling stiff plastic and alloy rods and circuitry. One panel on the front of her neck split in two, and slid to the side, and another on the back opened as well, allowing me to see all the damage she took. 2 panels on her back, a long one on either side of her spine, raised and slid out of the way, as well as several smaller panels along the spin which opened at angles. At the base of her spine, a larger panel opened, which appeared to have some sort of port or connection in it. Perhaps, like most gynoids, this was her recharge port. Another long panel on either side of her torso glided open as well. Finally, an intricate 5 part panel on her front proceeded from her body and split open in several locations. Her upper torso hinged opened, one side around each breast, to granting me access to her core systems; muscles lining the back of the panels. Extended down beyond this panel, 2 more opened to unveil complex systems for balance and food processing; again, large muscles were attached to the back-side of the panels as they opened.. The last panel to open was the last part of the panel structure on her front. A small triangle around her mons pubis opened up, revealing her sex and waste management systems. It was a very impressive sight. Her entire front had opened up to reveal the cavity of her abdomen that housed the majority of her vital functions, everything short of logical and processing. Those were housed neatly in the head, as her brain, and managed all her higher thinking processes.

I gazed in amazement for a moment, taking in everything I was seeing. It took me almost an hour to orient myself inside her body, trying to understand what all the functions were, and how she handled them. Some of them were simple and ordinary, others were complex and extraordinary. There were even a few systems I did not understand at all. I decided that I would learn all I could from her design, so I could best help her and repair her if she ever comes into more disrepair.

Her lungs, a pair of white “bags”, more like bladders, breathed slowly and shallowly in her chest. A beating mechanical heart, which appeared to use some kind of mini-piston system, beat restlessly in her chest, with a slow and deliberate beat. It seemed to slow down more now that she was in maintenance mode, and I could see the coolant blood flowing in and out of it. The tubes, or veins and arteries, of her system were very intricate. It appeared that not only did they run through various tubes to reach the appropriate places, but they also flowed into her artificial muscles, skin, and select organs. Some of these veins must have been microscopic, or close to it! Attached to this circulatory system was a complex mass of tubes, bladders, and other parts I didn’t fully understand yet. At least I figured out that it was her complex digestive tract.

A series of intricate circuits lines the walls of her abdomen; several large bundles of wire and optical cables were running in asymmetrical patterns up and down her body, branching out to various parts. The main mass of these wires met just above her vaginal panel, which I recognized as her power source. A large array of batteries surrounded what I could only guess was some type of mini-generator. She would need to charge her batteries, through sleep, but she could also recharge them without using an external port. It was a good placement for the system, allowing for balance and symmetry. Humans are said to have a point above their groin that focuses their natural energies, their chi. This was much the same for her, although it was a little more physical than chi. It is also a point martial artist use to focus on balance and weight distribution. Placing the heavy power structure there was an excellent way of aiding in balance.

The next thing I took notice of was a small gauge which indicated that her fluid levels were low. She needed more of those nano-machines, and more of the coolant-blood that they swam in. This was vital, since, from what I could tell, her blood acted as a coolant for her many systems, but also warmed her body, regulating her temperature and giving her normal human temperatures to the touch. It was also possible that this acted as a sort of message system for certain parts of her body as well. While her brain relied on optical cables to relay the majority of its commands, some changes in her body might have been triggered by the nano-bots, which would serve the same purpose as hormones do in humans, to trigger changes such as appetite and sexual drive. The nano-bots also lived in her blood stream, which were vital to her maintenance. These little machines not only could repair damage to her body, but they kept out foreign bodies, sent messages to the brain, and could stop bleeding by rerouting her blood flow. Luckily, nano-bots are programmed to reproduce at a given rate, and can increase that rate in the event of blood loss.

With her fluids low, she lost a lot of nano-bots, and they needed to be triggered to initiate an emergency production rate. This was no problem as they often could be programmed by the systems in the body itself. Her lower abdomen actually contained the very command center I needed, and I promptly went to work. Now all I had to do was get more of the fluid, and I didn’t even know what type to get. It would be too dangerous to power her all the way back up without topping off her fluids. After much digging, I found the data I needed. The fluid number was an expensive one, but the best on the market.

From what I could tell, she was programmed not only to drink, but also to eat. This was actually essential to her system. The water and liquids she drank would be filtered and distributed to the various parts of body for lubrication, moisture, etc. Water wasn’t the only liquid she’d need. She also needed to drink low amount of oil, regular oil, not motor oil. She used this oil mainly for lubrication and to aid in digestion. As for food, I was thoroughly impressed. Most of the robots I have worked on had no ability to eat, and those that did would simply store it and dispose of it. The newer and more expensive models, which I had never worked on personally, are said to be able to burn sugars to fuel their bodies, and reduce their recharge rate. However, the system I was looking at was far more complicated than what I read about. From what I could tell, not only could this burn food for fuel, but it could break down the food, process it, and whatever it could use was put into the system for repair and maintenance, while the rest was disposed of as waste.

This was a problem. That meant she needed to eat for her basic maintenance, especially for her nano-bots to multiply, but with that tag covering her “exit”, there was no way she could release the waste. She must have been intended to have that tag removed as soon as she was activated, or possibly before. She was never meant to go around with it on her, and I still could not figure out how to remove it. She must have been preprogrammed not to accept food when she was active with it still on, but this would have been intended for a short time. Unless I could figure out how to remove that tag, she would be stuck that way and would need massive repairs again. Unfortunately, I would have to wait on that, there were too many other, more pressing issues to work at.

I decided it was time to look at the damaged muscle, tissue, and connections in her neck and arms. I started with her arms. It didn’t take too long, but I figured out what the problems were and how to fix them. She uses a very advanced type of mechanical muscle, a sinew that expands and contracts, much like real muscle. It has limited movement and strength, but when combined in a bundle, not only does it resemble muscle, but it could also be as strong as muscle, if not stronger. With the right programming and set up, this muscle could even be pushed beyond its normal operating limits, unlike mechanical pistons and motors. This was an elegant solution, and was luckily not terribly hard to repair. I would have to rely on the non-bots to repair the minor damage inside the sinew itself, but once I had fixed the connections and locked the bundles together and back into place, there should be no further problems.

The optical cables were even easier. This is a very common and fairly cheap wire that some systems used to communicate with other components. It has been around since the 20th century, and is still used today. The advantage is that this is usually stronger than the metal wires of computers, with faster data rates, higher bandwidth, and metal free. This would keep her light weight and free from magnetic and electromagnetic disturbances. In fact, there was so little metal in her, she might even be able to walk through a metal detector without setting it off. After cutting the length I needed, I replaced the broken cables, and restored the connections. There were an awful lot of them though. Luckily only a few had been broken, but it still took hours to get everything in place and connected to the right place as well.

By the afternoon, I had repaired the worst of the damage, except the voice box and the damage to her skin. I wasn’t sure what to do with that, since I had never worked on a gynoid with such complicated skin before. I had decided that since I was almost finished with those repairs, I would take a closer look at her higher functions, at her brain. I didn’t want to change anything, but I was concerned she took some damage to the head. I ordered the blankly staring girl to open the head panels, and her body complied.

Several blue dots appeared around her face, taking shape into a few complex panels, which lifted away, and drew back and up. Her ears extracted all the way from her head, allowing access to her listening centers, and then the top of her head opened up. The entire hair line marked a large panel, giving me access to her most advanced feature, her complex brain. Looking at her face, I was amazed at the amount of detail put into her. Her eyes remained fixed in a blank stare, as I studied her face more closely. Her skull was white, some sort of tough plastic or alloy. It resembled a human skull, but with ornate circuitry throughout it. Her eyes still resided in fleshy sockets, but her eyelids had retracted. I could clearly see the tear ducts and the optical cables running in the back, as well as the tiny muscles that controlled the eye movement. The panels that retracted were still connected in places to her head, which allowed me to view her ornate musculature of her face. Some large sinew resided on the skull, which controlled her jaw, eyes, mouth, and head movement. The rest of the muscles were embedded within the skin itself, which controlled all her facial expressions. I could clearly see her throat and tongue, which closely resembled a human’s, as it was contained within a fleshy throat that connected to various tubes in the neck and chest.

Her jaw had taken some damage from that blow, but luckily only the muscle had torn, and there was no damage to the frame. I did the best I could to repair this, but the size of these muscles and their location made it very difficult. Eventually, I managed to get the jaw repaired, realigned, and operational.


It was already getting late by this time, and I decided to get to the computer store before they closed, to buy more of the coolant I needed. I didn’t have the time to look at her brain for any damage there, other than a quick glance. Everything looked fine, although it was far more complex than any AI mind I had run into. Usually, an android has a simple computer brain, while many gynoids have more advanced minds capable of understand more complex social behavior and the like. The cybernetic mind I was looking at was light-years beyond the most complex gynoid mind I had ever seen. Without taking a closer look, I couldn’t understand how complex it was, but for starters, I noticed that her cybernetic brain was actually 5 different systems all working together as one. It was like having 5 brains in one. I did not see any major damage to this system, and the time was ticking, so I left her brain alone, and prepared to leave.

I hooked up some connections from her various systems in her chest and back to my computer, and turned on some diagnostics to run while I was gone. I promised I would activate her again when I could, and I didn’t want her to wait all day without being reactivated. I had to set up whatever diagnostics I could that wouldn’t take all night, and head to the store. As I prepared to leave with money in hand, I looked back at her. Her small frame silhouetted in the glow of the monitor, her delicate body unmoving, unaware. I felt sad for her. I was doing all I could to help her, but it didn’t feel like enough. She fascinated me, and awed me, and yet, she was fascinated by the simplest things, a photograph, or a controller. She was the most unique person I had ever met, and I only just met her.

When I came back, the diagnostics were almost finished. It was getting late, and I barely made it to the store before it closed. It was already 10, and I wanted to activate her again tonight. While the tests were finishing up, I carefully poured the over-priced coolant into her system, using a tub provided in the bag. I saw a red led light on the gauge go from red to green, and then fade out. I suppose that means I did something right. Quickly, I checked over all my work. All the repairs I made were complete, and I triple checked them to make sure I didn’t screw something up. Everything checked out ok, but there was still another 20 minutes on the final test. It was an important one, so I had to let it finish. I decided to try out the other piece of “hardware” I bought while I waited.

I pulled the tube out of the bag, and read the directions over. It resembled a tube of calk, but was a little smaller and didn’t need a giant metal “gun” to work. The instructions sounded simple enough. This compound was designed to repair a robot or cyborg with artificial skin and nano-bots. It would literally bind together the joints of the skin, and allow the nano-bots to pull material from it to assist in the repair. I wasn’t sure it was going to work, and it cost me twice as much as the damned coolant, but I figured it was an investment, and a gift. Carefully, I applied the contents of the tube to the wound on her neck, closing the parts back together, and taping the wound closed. I proceeded with the same process on each arm. I would have to wait to do this on her chest, while the diagnostics finished.

It didn’t take long. The tests were run, the results came in, repairs were made, and all I needed to do was to review them. First, I decided to disconnect the computers from her chest and back. Pulling all the cables from her, I made sure everything was back in place, and closed her chest cavity. I blushed as I placed my hand right on her breast to close the panel. It was still soft, still warm. Her chest closed with a click, followed by a whirring sound. Next I closed her stomach and vaginal panels. They all closed in a similar fashion. As soon as they were all closed, blue lights appeared at the seams again, and her skin was whole again. I did the same to her back, and her arms. I stopped at her head, because I wasn’t sure how to close it. It took me a moment, but I decided to try something. “Close all head and neck panels”. Sure enough, all the access panels on her face and head and neck closed up, blue lights appears, and again she was whole. Quickly, I looked over her body. Her back was still dirty, and she still needed to be cleaned, and with this new skin-repair tube, she should be able to take a shower. I was convinced, after looking at her body so closely, and working on her for so long, that she was one of those rare swimming gynoids, that kind that would be able to take showers, swim in the pool, and probably even handle salt water. I applied a healthy amount of the gel to her torn breast, and covered the repair with white tape. Searching her body for any more cuts, I made she was finally water tight and ready to wake up.


“Reactivate higher functions” I commanded. I got no response. Maybe I used the wrong command. “Activate higher processing”. Same thing. Maybe I messed up somewhere. I turned to my computer to check the diagnostics to see if there was something wrong, when I heard a single beep from behind me. I turned around to see the lighter in her eyes dim, and her pupils grow large again. Her eyes started to focus, and her breathing started to pick up. That was a relief. I gave her a moment to adjust to the light, and reorient herself. She looked around, and then looked right at me. A smile ran across her face, and she opened her mouth to talk. Her digital voice rang out, and she put her hand to her mouth, her face red with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry; I haven’t had the chance to fix your voice yet. But I did get a lot of work done on you. I repaired your arms, your shoulder, even your jaw. I topped off your fluids, and I rotated your tires.” She laughed at my bad joke. She actually laughed at my joke. It wasn’t even a good one.

She smiled at me with a genuine thank you smile. I practically melted. Once again, she covered her chest, and I helped her stand up. Her legs had no serious damage to them, but her muscles were probably sore from sitting that whole time in the same position. As she stood up, she inspected her newly repaired body. She stretched out her arms, and looked at her hands as she opened and closed them. A smile ran across her face when she realized she had her grip back. She used one hand to feel around her body as she covered herself again with her other arm. She felt her neck, her arm, her side. Each time, she tested to see if hurt, and each time, her smile grew bigger, and her eyes for wider. Noting the large tape bandages on her arms, neck, and chest, she looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Ah. Yes” I said. “I found a compound that should aid in healing your large cuts. They use it in cybernetics and advanced robotics, so I think it will help you out as well.”

She gave me that I’m impressed look while she looked up and down her body, twisting her form to look at her back, still covering her chest with one arm, and her womanhood with the other hand. It was good to see her moving again. I decided she would need to exercise those muscles and joints, and make sure there was no more pain anywhere.
“Let’s see if I did everything right. Stand up straight, please”. I added that please at the last second, not wanting to be rude to my guest. She paused for a moment to think, and then complied to my request and stood up straight; her chest sticking out, arms down to her sides, chin up, and her face slowly turning red. My libido was kicking in again. I coughed a bit. “Alright. Bring your arms up. Good.” She brought her arms to her sides in a T shape, and she didn’t wince once. “Bring them forward. Great. And back.” I continued like this for a little bit. I watched carefully when I asked her to raise her arms straight up. Her expression changed only slightly, but not with a look of pain as she had before, but rather with embarrassment. Perhaps looking at her so close was getting to her, or maybe it was the fast that her breasts were completely exposed and vulnerable in this position. I was very tempted to just reach out and touch them, but I didn’t. Staring, on the other hand, was a little harder to resist. After I had her test her arms, bending and lifting and twisting, I had her test her hands. She had quite a bit of strength, at least as tight as my own grip, if not tighter. She didn’t show an ounce of pain once, and I was much relieved. She did show some cheerfulness, along with her embarrassment. Finally, I let her relax. She covered her hands over her chest and groin again, with a timid expression, and my face went red a well.

She gave me a wide smile, with big teary eyes, and suddenly lunged toward me, embracing me in a large hug. I stood there, stunned for a moment, and hugged her back. I could not help but enjoy the soft touch of her naked body against me, and I took in her aroma. Strange though it may seem, gynoids smell great, especially her. I suppose it is part of the “attraction to females” thing, but her skin seemed to emanate a scent that was just delightful. Mr. Happy decided he liked her too, and wanted to join in with the hug. I felt my hips push into her, my rapidly hardening member leading the way. I tried to react and hope she didn’t notice, but it was too late. She let out a small digital “oh!” when she felt him push against her, and loosened her hug around me, her face turning bright red, but a smile still on her lips. She took my arm, her breasts pushing against me and her face still red. I led her into the other room as best as I could, and let her explore a bit. It was probably a good idea to let her use my coat, which was still lying on the couch. I helped her slip my coat on one arm at a time. She tied it closed around her, the hem reaching almost to her feet. It was way too big on her, but made her look ridiculously cute. I figured the shirt and shorts I got out for her earlier would be better suited after she took a shower. “Feel free to look around, I’ll be right back” I told her as I walked into my bedroom with the blue robot monkey shirt and tan shorts in hand.

My bedroom was a mess. I quickly started to pick up the clothes on the floor, change the sheets on the bed with clean ones, tidy up the dresser, and try to make it look half way presentable. I then took a look at my bathroom. Scary barely described it. If cleanliness is next to godliness, then I was a godless heathen. Quickly, I cleaned up what I could; the clutter on the floor, the mirror, the toilet. The bathtub would take too long to clean, so I had to just make do with rinsing anything out and rubbing it, chemical-free, with a wet cloth. I made sure the shampoo and soap were neat (and hair-free), and took a look at my quick and dirty cleaning job (heh, dirty cleaning). It took a few minutes to finish up, but I think it was a vast improvement. I got out a towel, a cloth, and laid out the clothes I picked out for her earlier. I figured she would want to take a shower after all this time, and maybe she’d want to sleep in a bed. It wasn’t a large bed, it was only a double, but it would hold two people, if it came to that. They’d have to be very cozy though.

My face went red with the thought, but I took a deep breath and tried to clear my mind. Walking back into the living room, I found her in the kitchen sniffing the air. “What’s wrong?” She kept sniffing, wrinkling her nose. It looked like something smelled bad to her, and she was right. Something did smell bad. I sniffed around myself, moving closer to objects, until I saw the culprit sitting on the counter next to a bowl half full of cereal. The milk! I forgot to put away the milk and it had been sitting out all day. *Smack*. I hit my forehead as I cursed my stupidity. She started to laugh as I poured the milk down the sink. It was strange to hear her digital laugh, but I joined in as well.

“First thing I am going to do tomorrow,” I told her, throwing the empty carton out, “besides buying more milk, will be to fix that voice of yours.” I longed to talk to her, and for her to talk back to me. A one-sided conversation can get old fast. She touched her fingers to her throat, and smiled. She wanted to talk, but that digital voice was too broken to understand. My only hope was that I could fix it, or replace it with a new one. I yawned.

“I am going to make a quick dinner. I just realized I haven’t eaten anything today, I was so busy working on you” I told her. She looked surprised and shy, and maybe a little concerned. “I have set up the bathroom for you, so you can take a shower, if you want. Clean yourself off a bit. The tape on the gel should keep them dry. You should be fine.” She nodded and looked around a bit, unsure where the bathroom was. “Oh, uh… Follow me”.

I walked into the bathroom with her following close behind. There isn’t a lot to say about my bathroom. It had a nice large tub (one of the complex’s selling points), and it had a large mirror. Besides that, it was a typical bathroom. I did my best to clean it up some, but it was still well-used. She looked around coquettishly, and took a few steps in. “I got some towels ready for you” I said, pointing them out to her. She looked at them, picked one up, and looked back at me; a puzzled look spreading across her face. Tell me she knows what a shower is. “Um… you do know what a shower is, don’t you?” I asked. She shook her head sadly. Oh boy. I could always look for a bathing protocol for gynoids online, download it, and install it into her memory, but that would take all night. I hoped she was a fast learner. My face turned red, again. “Um… It’s what you do to wash your body. You know…” I mimed taking off the coat and scrubbing my chest and arms. Her face flushed bright red as well. She stood there, holding the towel in one hand, looking at it like she was expecting it to show her how to use it.

“Do- uh… Do you want me to… help you?” I asked bashfully. She looked up at me, her face as red as an apple. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she carefully thought this over. Through the embarrassment, a look somewhat like determination snuck onto her face, and she nodded to me. I really didn’t expect that. I was sure she would be able to take a shower on her own, it wasn’t exactly the hardest thing to figure out, but she probably never took one before, and perhaps her programming was incomplete, corrupt, or she did take some damage to her head. I would have to investigate that tomorrow. Tonight, on the other hand, I had to teach a cute young girl how to take a shower.

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Chapter 6

[NukuNookee]

Absolutely excellent so far, great writing and a fun read.

Definitely like where this is going... looking forward to the next chapters.

[gynoneko]

Absolutely excellent so far, great writing and a fun read.

Definitely like where this is going... looking forward to the next chapters.

Glad you like it! I have a lot of fun writing it (and the other stories I have been working on). If you have any suggestions or ideas of things you'd like to see, let me know and I'll see if I can work them into the story!

Chapter 6 is coming soon. Chapter 7 and on will take a little longer though. I have an idea of where this will go, but I haven't finished it, and I have no idea how long it will be in the end. I'll just keep posting these as I go, and hope to get more feedback.



And yes, the steamy scenes start next chapter. There should be several of these, and if you want to see anything specific, let me know.