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Chapter 7 can be found here.
You must read Chapter 8 here.
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Exo Saves the Day
Chapter Nine: A Day in the Life...
By Gynoneko
My mind was a nervous wreck. I’m surprised I am able to think straight at all I thought to myself as I walked back into my apartment and closed the door behind me. In the last half hour or so, I had learned that not only was I dealing with a broken gynoid still in need of some repair, but I also had my picture all over the news, the police wanted me for ‘questioning’, the thugs I beat up are claiming I assaulted them unprovoked and kidnapped a girl, a strange couple who built said girl are on my case and have my wallet, the largest android manufacturer in the world (MMR, Man and Machine Robotics) was probably also looking for me, and somehow a mobster was involved, not to mention some anonymous third party has been throwing the police off my trail, and misleading the press, and I was still out of milk!
This day was turning out to be quite the stressful one, something I usually tried to avoid. There was a reason I worked at home on robots. I couldn’t stand office politics. Even in an environment where technicians fix robots all day, there are too many brown-nosing, butt-kissing, stab-you-in-the-back jerks to let you rest for one minute. I left that life style long ago, and struck out on my own, working for various small companies doing repair jobs and modification. My usual clients were hotels and restaurants, although I was known to work for individual clients and larger companies too. But today, all the stress I tried to avoid came flooding back.
I knew I shouldn’t have left my wallet in that coat. Last night, while I was fixing up 263, I drove to the store without my wallet. It was late, and I was in a hurry. The store was only going to be open for a few more minutes, and I had to rush to get there. It’s a very nice, very large store, by the name of MicroCircuit, which specializes in all things computer and robotics. Well not all things, the adult materials were never available in-store, but that is why they have a website. I even had a MicroCircuit credit card, which I used for most of my robot and computer purchases. I brought my MicoCircuit card along with me last night to purchase what I needed, but without my wallet; I drove there and back with no license on me. I just left my wallet in the coat ever since I got home.
Or did I? Now that I thought about it, I wasn’t sure I had left it in my coat. Maybe I still had it on the counter. I remember putting the keys there, but did I have my wallet with it? I don’t know anymore, I can’t remember. I looked around my apartment for a bit to see if it was still there. It wasn’t. I couldn’t find my wallet at all. I must have either left it in the coat, or Cynthia may have spotted it, and pocketed it herself when I wasn’t looking. She sure had plenty of opportunity to do that. There was no way she was trying to scam me though. A good scam wouldn’t have taken an entire wallet without just asking for it up front in some kind of trick. Plus, it was all way too complicated for a scam. Blackmail I could believe, but she never tried to get anything from me, so that didn’t work either. It was either an honest mistake, or she grabbed it and left. But why?
My head was starting to hurt. I sat down on my couch, holding my head. I could feel my veins throbbing with pain as I tried to calm down and relax. Nothing I was doing was any help at all. I didn’t even notice it when 263 stood in front of me, apprehension on her pouty face. I did notice when she reached out and started to rub my temples. That felt pretty good. Her delicate fingers were cool to the touch on my skin, and she sat down next to me, giving me a massage on my temples. The more she got into it, the better I felt. I could almost feel the tension melting away as she focused on my forehead next. Slowly, she moved down to my neck, massaging my neck and shoulders with her delicate but firm fingers. She was good! I would pay for something this good.
Her massage really eased my stress, and I could feel my worries melt away. As long as she kept rubbing my muscles, I was going to feel good. It didn’t stop there either. I turned slightly away from her, as she started to massage my back and arms, eventually moving to my lower back. I moaned as she hit the tensioned areas of my back, releasing the stress and relaxing my body. She pulled me back and pushed me into the seat, sitting down on my lap, straddling me. She started to massage my chest and arms, and leaned in to give me a big kiss. It was a very sensual kiss, with lots of tongue. I melted into her as she massaged my mouth with hers, our tongues dancing together. Before I could open my eyes, I felt the brush of fabric against my face, and she sat before me, topless and exposed. Her face was in a girlish smile, flushed red, but with playful eyes. She knew what she was doing, and wanted me to take it easy as she pleased me.
I went to touch her soft milky-white breasts, but she grabbed my hand, and kissed it instead, placing it back on the couch as she slid off my lap. Sitting on her knees, she ran her hands down my chest to my stomach, and then lower to my pants. With a mischievous smile on her lips, she felt the growing bulge in my pants, running her fingers along it to feel out the size and shape of my penis. It felt good, but I wanted more. Her eyes gazed up at mine as her fingers started to pull at my belt, unbuckling it, and then undoing the button on my pants. She slowly unzipped my jeans with her mouth and pulled my pants open as wide as she could, gazing in at my underwear and my throbbing manhood within. Her delicate soft fingers pulled at my underwear, until my erect phallus popped out in front of her.
I didn’t know if I should be doing this with her. Her mother was just there, almost scolding me for the shower last night. I knew I would have no excuse this time, since the majority of her self-repairs were already finished. I tried to stop her, but she just put my hands back on the couch and leaned into me. She placed my erect penis between her soft, luscious breasts, rubbing her chest up and down against me. She placed her hands against her tits, pushing them together tighter against me, surrounding my manhood in soft, warm, fleshy goodness. I almost melted as she massaged me with her chest. I closed my eyes, and felt her rub her breasts up and down my shaft. My cock was throbbing with joy as I had my first titty-fuck ever. I felt her rub her boobs back and forth, alternating their motion, burying my dick inside her cleavage. I was in heaven, and it wasn’t even over yet.
Her tongue slid out of her mouth and licked the end of the penis as she stroked up and down, touching it briefly each time it emerged from her bosoms. She felt amazing, and my tension was rising again, but this time with pleasure and lust. She was driving me crazy, and I was ready to explode all over her. I heard her moan out a digital moan of pleasure as she worked my shaft, vibrating her chest and further enhancing my pleasure. Her nipples were fully erect by this time, and I could feel one of them rubbing against me as she squeezed her breasts together. She was amazingly soft and warm, and I loved every second of it.
At one point, she stopped, held still for a moment, her eyes racing side to side as though she were reading something in midair, and her head twitched slightly to the side. She did this a few times, but only for about 5 seconds, before she shook herself out of it, and gave me a smile again as she continued to pleasure me. I wasn’t sure what that was, but I saw her so something similar to that when she was giving me that blowjob last night. I hoped this wasn’t another bug I had to work out, so I reminded myself to look into it next chance I had.
To my disappointment, I didn’t last as long as I would have hoped. She felt too good, and before I could stop myself, I came all over her. She flinched as my ejaculation squirted out, getting on her face and all over her chest. With a sigh and a giggle, she licked up what she could from her body, and licked clean the head of my penis as well. She was still covered though.
“I’m so sorry! I just couldn’t hold it in” I said apologetically. She just snickered some more, and sat there on the floor, wiping some of my essence off her nose, and licking off her fingers. I fixed up my pants, putting my expended member away, and got up to grab a moist paper towel. I returned to see her now sitting on the couch, her back straight, and her chest sticking out, still covered in my warm goo.
“Here, let me get that for you” I told her as I sat next to her, using the moist towel to clean off her skin, and then tearing a square from the roll to dry her. I started to wipe up the residue on her face first. She closed her eyes tight, and wrinkled her nose as I wiped her clean. She was simple adorable, even though she was doing such naughty things to me. “Why did you do that?”
She looked puzzled at my question, and with a force of determination, replied “zzrrmm To help rrmm.” To help? To help with what?
“To help with what?” I asked, bluntly.
“bbzztt Relieve brrmm stress” she replied. I was surprised I hadn’t noticed this before, but every time she said something, she had to strain a little to do it. It looked like not only was her voice damaged from the blow to her neck, but it also hurt each time she tried to talk. Then again, she didn’t talk much, and perhaps the sound of her voice was only part of that reason. I felt even more sorry for her, knowing that she was in pain, perhaps real pain, and was trying to cope with it herself.
“You really didn’t have to do that for me” I replied, as I started to wipe off her neck and chest. It was true though, she did help relieve my stress. My headache was gone, and the rush of endorphins from her titty-fuck cleared away all the stress. I felt much better, but I wasn’t the only one feeling good.
As I wiped the spunk off her chest with the moist towel, I noticed she started to breathe heavier again, and her eyes closed a little, looking slightly out of focus. She was enjoying it as I touched her chest, and I hadn’t even cleaned off her breasts yet. Moving lower, I slowly and gently cleaned off her breasts as I watched her expressions. Her cheeks quickly blushed again and she stuck out her chest in response to my movements.
Having finished cleaning and drying her torso, I found I couldn’t stop there. I tossed the towels aside, and manually stimulated her body with my hands. She moaned as I started to massage her breasts. I was guessing that they had to be about a C cup, but I am not well versed in the ways of bra sizes. I was just glad they were not too small or too large. Her breasts were perfect on her petite body, and I couldn’t resist giving her a taste. I held her delicate back with one hand as I licked her breast. She arched her back as I did this, giving me the opportunity to lean into her more, licking her erect nipples.
Her body squirmed in place as I massaged her tits. She had completely closed her eyes, and her mouth was open as I sucked harder on her nipples. Her reactions were just amazing! She must have been horny for some time to be this receptive to me, or else she was well programmed in acting that way, but until I could register as 263’s master, there was little I could do to bring her all the way. However, this seemed to be doing the trick without all the work downstairs.
I continued to massage her breasts and to play with her nipples with my tongue as her digital moans and sighs grew louder. I held her body close to me, caressing her back as I ravaged her front. She arched her back, sticking out her chest even more, and squirming in pleasure. She was getting more intense now, but just as I thought I was going to get her to her limit, her eyes opened, and her head started twitching to the side. Oh crap! Did I just break her? I instantly stopped my advances on her as her motions became more mechanical, and her broken digital voice rang out “zzzt ERROR. Bzzzzt ERROR.” This looked like the same thing I ran into earlier, except much more severe. I didn’t know what to do, so set her down gently on the couch as she twitched.
“Hey! Are you ok? What’s happening?” I wasn’t sure what to do, except run a system check. Just as I got up to run into my office to grab my computer, she clenched her eyes closed, took a deep breath, and relaxed. She opened her eyes again, looked around, and sat up, taking more deep breaths. She appeared to still be turned on, but realized something went wrong. “Are you alright?” I repeated.
She sat thinking there a bit, and reached for the pad of post-its. I sat down next to her, as she started to write. She was frustrated, and tried to write quickly, but it came out messier than I would have expected, but still legible. She wrote “I got too excited.”
“Too excited? What do you mean? What happens if you get too excited?” I asked after reading the note.
She wrote down another reply, and I didn’t wait for her to finish before I started to read it. “I need a Master first.
” She wrote this complete with the frowning emoticon. She was so cute! She was trying to tell me that something inside her was preventing her from getting too excited before she was registered. Damn! They really don’t want her getting off before she is owned by a master, do they?We sat there for a little while, silent and a little depressed. I picked up her shirt and handed it to her, telling her to go ahead and get dressed again. She disappeared into the bedroom, as I washed up a bit and grabbed a light snack. I still had chores to do around the apartment, which I meant to do this weekend. Of course that was before I brought home an injured gynoid and all the trouble that came with her. I thought about that for a second. Was she nothing but trouble for me? So far she has used up my credit at MicroCircuit; used up 2 nights and a day and a half of my time; gotten me involved with the police, a gang of thugs, the mob, the MMR, and her crazy designers; plastered my image all over the news; she could snap and kill me at any moment; and used up my milk, sort of. Then again, she was also very sweet, sexy as hell, and gave a great blowjob. Not to mention it was nice just to have company, especially of the female variety.
As I pondered whether or not she was worth all the trouble she had caused, 263 walked back into the room. I was stunned to see she was still walked around topless. She came right up to me, and stood there, coquettishly. I was sure I told her to put her clothes back on.
“Um. Didn’t I tell you to get dressed?”
She nodded, with a feline smile on her face.
“So… Go put your shirt on” I told her.
She shook her head, with that same smile. She outright refused to put her shirt back on. She was defying an order, something I really ought to at least scold her about. Instead, I just watched her sensual curvy body, as she stood there with only shorts on, and finally gave in.
“Oki Doki. I have some chores to do. Aren’t you cold?”
She shook her head again, and held onto my arm. Okay… a topless girl wants to do chores with me? She is totally worth the trouble.
For the next hour or so, we went from chore to chore. I started the laundry, she helped me finished it. I washed the dishes, while she dried them. I tidied up the place, as she vacuumed. I ogled her while she teased me. It was the most fun I had doing chores in my entire life! And it appeared that she enjoyed showing herself off to me too. I had more chores I had to do, but without my wallet and driver’s license, they would have to wait. As we folded laundry together, I started to wonder what would look good on her. I imagined dressing her up in a cute French maid costume, or perhaps a waitress outfit. Of course, the nurse theme is very popular too, but I think the school girl look would look great on her. It took me a second to realize these were all sexual fantasies, not actual things girls wear around the house or going out, but I could dream, couldn’t I? Besides, I’d have to get her out of the house sooner or later, she needed underwear and some proper fitting clothes, and I was still out of milk.
I made sure I got my exo-suit back in the charger again. I was hoping to try this out again in the near future, especially with so many obstacles popping up. You never know when you might need something like that for self-defense. I also decided to run a few tests on the broken gynoid torso in my office. I had been meaning to run some more diagnostics checks on that unit. Even though this unit had no skin or hair, it had a very cute face, and its chassis was soft to the touch, mimicking a skin-like surface. It was the best I could find at the time. Not exactly state-of-the-art, but still very pretty with a cute up-turned nose and a round custom-built face.
I had just connected this unit to the internet to download some protocols as well, when I got an idea. I called 263 over, which didn’t take long considering she had been following me around all afternoon. I couldn’t help but watch her boobs jiggle as she energetically approached me.
“Hey, uh… 263, can you access wireless internet?” I asked. I was hoping for a specific answer, like speed and whatnot. All I got was a shrug. Apparently she wasn’t even aware of her own capabilities yet. “Hmm, can you please show me all your connection ports for external devices?”
She nodded, and turned her head to the side. Behind her ear, a blue light appeared, forming a panel. Behind the panel was a series of standard connections. Mini-USB, Mini-HDMI, and optical connections were among them. She showed me her other ear, and she had even more connections here, such as a mini-eSATA port. I noticed another blue night on the back of her neck, and yet more connections, standard ones for gynoids and robots, were hidden here.
“Excellent!” I exclaimed, and motioned for her to follow me.
Sitting her down in front of my large screen, I rummaged through a box of computer peripherals I keep in the corner. I found what I was looking for, a miniHDMI cable. I grabbed a spare USB keyboard I kept around in case I needed it for just such a situation, and brought them over to 263. She sat on the ground, on both her knees, facing away from the TV. Handing her the USB keyboard, she plugged it into the miniUSB port behind her ear. The miniHDMI cable easily plugged into her head, and over to the TV behind her. As soon as I tuned the TV source to her, she had already recognized it and displayed on screen a basic OS startup screen.
Welcome to MMR GynOS 10.8b
GynOS is a specific operating system for the computer parts of a Gynoid. These OS systems allow the user to make customized changes of their gynoid model, such as adjusting the A.I. and personalities, and also to use any onboard computer equipment they may provide. Some androids and gynoids have fully capable computers in them as well as their own internal systems, so they can double as your personal computer and/or gaming machine. I always put a fully capable computer in the gynoid units I made, but not everyone likes that.
I recognized this specific OS as one still under development. Small text at the bottom confirmed it was part of a developer’s kit, which would allow 1st and 3rd party developers to work with the latest software before it is released so they can make sure everything is ready for a launch date. This version seemed very similar to others I had seen, but I wasn’t in the mood to go exploring throughout her head just to see the differences right now.
She was quite cute kneeling there in the floor next to the table, holding up the keyboard as though she were a makeshift desk. As soon as the welcome screen faded and the actual interface came up, and reached for a mouse that wasn’t there. Oops. I forgot to attach one. Before I could get up and grab one, she motioned for me to stay sitting, and a message appeared on the screen.
The message read: “You don’t need a mouse, you can just use your hand on the table or on my leg and I can track your movement and clicks.”
At first I wasn’t sure if this was an automated message, or if she was talking to me through the screen. All I could do was say “Umm… Ok” and started mimicking moving a mouse on the table beside her. I would have used her leg, except it was not in a comfortable position for that sort of thing. As I placed my hand on the table next to her, I noticed the cursor start moving on the screen with surprising accuracy. Wow. She has a built-in mouse tracking system. Sweet!
The first thing I did was look through her system to see what her available features were. Unfortunately, I could not access the majority of her OS. Almost all the programs were disabled, and most of the control settings and preferences were locked as well. It appears I only had access to a bare minimum of features.
“Why is everything locked down on you?” I asked aloud, a little frustrated. It’s a bad habit, but I tend to talk to my computers as I work on them. Weird, I know.
Instead of a vocal or written reply, another message appeared on the screen. “I need to be registered to a Master first, before these features are unlocked”. She was talking to me through the screen. This is so cool!
“So what can your GynOS do until then?” I asked.
Another message popped up. “I can be set up to go online and access websites in safe mode, to better aid in registration, but I cannot download anything.
” Again, she used a frowning emoticon face.“Ok then, let me get you set up. Let me just bring up your network data.” I clicked over to the network control panel, and accessed her data. She was sporting a full wireless high speed data card, as well as cell network card that would give her access to the latest cell networks. Unfortunately, that still required at least a sign up charge, if not a subscription fee as well. The Wi-Fi would have to do for now.
I usually run a pretty secure system at my apartment. 2 wireless routers, which talk to each other and provide support and backup in case one is compromised, not only give me strong signals everywhere, but also work to triangulate where the data is being sent within the premises, and can determine if an intruder from outside my place is attempting to access my network. I also use physical address filtering, an old school technique but one that still works. This, of course, required I pull some data off my latest addition to my wireless family, so I can register that information as acceptable to the routers.
It didn’t take long, and with a quick reboot of the twin routers, I managed to gain access to the net through 263. When she first gained access to the internet, she gave a little surprised “Oh!”, as though she just realize she could access more data online now.
As cute as she was, it is just too hard to sit at that awkward position with a topless girl in front of you holding up your keyboard. I took the board out of her hands, and set it down on my lap, sitting back in the couch, comfortably. She gave me a surprised look, and I patted the seat next to me, indicating I wanted to her sit with me. She gladly complied and snuggled up against me as I typed away. The miniHDMI cable was fairly long, but this was the limit of that length. She could not stretch that thing any further, so I figured I’d either have to get her a wireless hookup to the TV, or a longer cable. But for now, she sat next to me with a cable running stretched from behind her ear up to the TV. I had to use her thigh as a mouse pad now, since the table didn’t work. So THAT is what she meant.
It was rather distracting having a topless girl snuggling against you, but then again, the internet is a bigger distraction. There were so many things I could do online, but I decided to play it safe for now. I knew she couldn’t download anything, but I didn’t want to be filling her head with too much crap anyways. So, I stuck to the news sites for now.
Cynthia told me I had been all over the news, front page material from what I understood. By the time I got around to checking out the articles on me, there were far more interesting and yet less important news to cover, so of course that news got pushed to the top of the page. However, I did find an article on the “mysterious man”, complete with a thumbnail of one of the shots I saw, blurry and obscure.
The report was full of inaccuracies, and while I was tempted to get mad at how wrong it all was, I realized, half way through reading it, this was the work of Cynthia’s associate who had been feeding bad information to the press. After reading over the article, it became apparent to me that there was no way anyone would link this eccentric weirdo to me. Most of the article painted me in a good light, but there were lots of opinions spread throughout that article that countered the positive and cast a gray shadow over the whole thing. The most interesting part of the article was the poll they placed at the bottom of the page, titled “You Decide! Hero or Menace?”. I was shocked to see that more people thought I was a menace than a hero. However, the vast majority of people were not sure. Doing some quick math in my head, I realized that even the poll was filled with false information, as the percentages added up to 105%. You’d think people would notice these things.
As I read the news and tried to keep up with current events, 263 snuggled closer to me. She gave out a little 'squee' of excitement when she saw herself in one of the pictures. I tried to concentrate on what I was reading, but as the afternoon drew on, her naked feminine form, combined with her close cuddling, left me on edge. She had given me a great experience only about 2 hours ago, but after an afternoon filled with heavy petting that ended unsatisfied and an energetic girl following me topless, I was too easily distracted by her, and she knew it.
Apparently, she was also distracted by me. Rubbing my hand across her thigh as a mouse pad was turning us both on, and she mewed as I dragged the cursor across the screen. I found myself moving the mouse a lot more than I normally did, just to get a reaction out of her. I was afraid, however, that she would get over-excited and have another freeze up like before. I did not want that, it freaked me out a bit. I didn’t want to break her! However, I soon found her hand rubbing against my thigh as I rubbed hers. She had no reason to do this other than the fact that she was horny, but we both knew what would happen if we tried to appease that need in her. On the other hand, she seemed to enjoy pleasing me and that did not freeze her up like last time, at least not yet.
I closed the window to the news article just as she opened my zipper. A second time in so many hours? She's really in the mood. I felt her thighs with my whole hand now, no longer mimicking the shape or function of a mouse. She felt good. Her hand reached inside my pants, and pulled out my hard member, again. She gently gripped my shaft in her dainty hand and started moving it up and down like a piston. I never had this much sexual contact by another in one day before. Or maybe I was just unable to satisfy her and she was still craving more. Maybe that is what has been wrong with me; I was never really able to please a woman in bed, but perhaps I could with her someday, or at least get better at it. Part of me wanted to push her away, but another part of my loved the fact that she was pleasing me so much, in so many ways. Besides, I couldn’t say no to that sweet innocent face of hers. I let her continue.
I unplugged the two cables from 263’s head, giving her better range of motion, stopped her from closing the panels. There was something exciting about seeing her electronics while she was pleasing me; something taboo. As she started to stroke me with her small gentle hand, I asked her to open up some more panels, so I could see inside her as she pleased me. At first she looked a little intrigued, but I think she felt that same taboo feeling, and another blue light appeared on her chest between her breasts. This panel was smaller than the others I had seen on her chest, and was not as deep. It revealed only a small panel with a few connections and a series of gauges and levels to read her various functions. I got excited as I looked inside her panels, and saw the various electronic parts she was made of. I wanted to try some more.
I placed my hand on her arm, and asked her to open those panels too. She smiled as she did, and kept stroking as more blue light appeared along her arm. I saw her skin separate, and reveal her inner mechanics. Plastic tubes and wires lined her artificial sinew muscles, alloy bones connected at the joint, circuits lined various components; she was a work of art inside and out. Her shoulders both separated from the rest of her skin, and raised bit, as though she was wearing shoulder guards. I couldn’t help but get even more excited as she ran her hand up and down my shaft. I could see how intricate her connections were, and how everything worked together as she stroked up and down my shaft. She got on her knees again, and brought her head closer to my penis, licking the tip of it. Her other hand started playing with my balls; something I was surprised to find turned me on.
It was not a very long time before her movements were too much for me to handle. The LAST thing I wanted to do was to get my cum inside her electronics, so I gave her plenty of warning this time. “You better close up ‘cause I won’t be able to hold back much longer!” She got the message, and closed up her arms, chest, neck, and head connections, and then leaned in to start sucking me more. Her tongue really did it for me. I exploded into her mouth as she sucked me dry. Since I had already cum earlier that day, it wasn’t that big of a load, and she managed to drink it all up this time, not spilling any on herself. She even licked me clean again afterwards.
For a while we just sat there, holding each other. I could tell she was frustrated, sexually, but she was trying not to let it get to her. She stayed in a good mood, and enjoyed the things we could do together. I couldn’t think of a better afternoon in my entire life. If only I knew then what was going to happen later that day.
It was starting to get dark, and I needed to eat. I knew she wanted to eat too, and with any luck, Cynthia and Tom would be back and we could get her set up and able to eat. I didn’t want to rely on that, but I hoped it would happen. I got up to go into the kitchen to start cooking when she got up and stopped me.
“I’m just going to make some dinner, what’s wrong?” I pleaded, wondering why she didn’t want me in the kitchen.
“brrmm Allow mrrzz me” she said, indicting she wanted to make dinner for me.
“Do you know how to cook?” I asked, a little surprised, since I didn’t see any cooking protocols in her programing before.
She shook her head. “zzzzt Internet”. I almost laughed out loud when she said that, but she was too cute to say no to. I decided to let her go ahead and try, although I was a little concerned with her using knives and stoves. I thought about keeping an eye on her, but since she was offering to cook, I really should do something else I had been trying to find the time to work on. Still, those knives looked awfully sharp.
“Maybe I should just…” I started to say, taking a step closer to the kitchen. She held up her hands and pushed against me to keep me out. I feigned struggling against her, and gave in. “Alright, alright. You win. But at least put something on, I don’t want you getting burned. And try to make it simple, nothing complicated.” She looked around a bit, and saw an old apron hanging in the pantry door. It was a simple BBQ apron that said “SCIENCE! It’s what’s for dinner”, and was covered in food stains. I should really wash my clothes more often.
She threw the loop over her head and tried to tie it in back. She still didn’t know how to tie a knot, so I helped her out. Her sexy naked back was still arousing, and I just wanted to hold her and caress her. As I finished tying the back, she stepped away and twirled in a circle for me to get a look at her. It was way too big for her, but at the same time, it was sexy! The top of the apron was so low, it just barely covered her nipples. She had plenty of side-boob poking out, which was dead-sexy. I was tempted to complete the sexy apron look by pulling off her shorts, but that would be rude of me. Instead, I gave her a playful slap on her butt. She giggled and started washing her hands before gathering ingredients.
“I’ll be in the office, be sure to let me know if you need anything.” I let her alone to make the dinner, as I continued working on the broken Gynoid still sitting on the stool. I left the door open so I could hear or smell if anything went wrong. Perhaps I was putting too much trust in this girl, but what’s the worst that can happen, right?
I spent the better part of 30 minutes hooking up my desktop computer to the various ports on the gynoid torso. By the time I started to run the tests I needed to make sure her complex gynoid brain was in good physical condition and was sending and receiving signals to the various body-parts, the robotic torso had probably 30 or so wires and cables connected to almost every part of it. They all ran to a central hub that handled all the connections, and relayed the signals to and from the computer. Actually, it would work with many computers, all linked together, but I didn’t want to spend the time setting up the connection. I could just get the test started, and let it run overnight, there was no need to speed up the process right now.
As I watched the amber eyes of the busted robot’s face slowly fade in and out with a soft glow, I could smell something good cooking in the kitchen; smelled like soup. So far so good. As part of the analysis, the computer would occasionally have a gynoid or android move part of its body, or perform some other physical function, to assure there was nothing wrong with the motion and interaction. On many gynoids, like this one, it would also test the lip-syncing of the digitally projected voice and the mouth. There is nothing more disturbing than trying to have a conversation with a robot when the mouth is not speaking at the same time as the words. The computer was just about to start the vocalization tests, where the robot would pronounce a series of simple and complex sounds, when I heard a groan and a thud in the kitchen.
Praying that this was just her being klutzy again, I rushed into the kitchen. Unit 263 lay on the floor, face down. She was breathing deeply, but was not making any other sound or movement. I quickly glanced around to see if she might have hurt herself on something, but everything looked fine. She was putting together a soup and a salad, both simple dishes, when she just collapsed to the floor. I turned off the stove, and knelt down next to 263, rolling her onto her back. She was hot to the touch, and her face was frozen in pain. What did I do this time? I lifted her up, and carried her to the couch, as she gained enough consciousness to hold on as I carried her. She was burning up! Unlike a human, a gynoid isn’t trying to fight an infection when its temperature goes up, although it’s hard to say what is causing it. Either she was suffering from some kind of virus, or I messed up something inside her. Without knowing what was causing her to overheat so drastically and so suddenly, I had little choice but to cool her down and shut off her processes.
I ran back into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of gallon-sized plastic bags, and filled them with ice. Pulling off the apron, I set the bags of ice against her body to cool her off. Her breathing became labored and her eyes remained clenched shut. Whatever this was, it hit her hard and fast, leaving me little time to think. I quickly ran back into my office to grab my computer to initiate an emergency shutdown of her system. Of course, it was still connected to the robot practicing its vowels. There were just too many connections attached to bother disconnecting them all, so instead I ran a full-stop to the tests, and carried the robotic torso, the cables, and the computer into the other room. I thought about just carrying 263 in there and running the tests in my office, but there was no place for her to lay down. The floor was a cluttered mess, and the only table large enough already had a gynoid laying down on it, in the middle of a delicate procedure I started on Friday and never finished. It would probably just be easier to bring the computer out to her.
The problem with having so many computers in a small apartment is that there are never enough outlets when you need one. The closest one I could find was in the kitchen, and that left the cables I needed to plug into 263 a few feet shy of reaching her. Of course, the shortest cables were the ones I needed, the rest of them hung loosely around the gynoid’s torso leaning up against the wall under my TV. Hurriedly, I cleared off the long but low and sturdy coffee table in front of my TV and laid her out on it. It might not be the most confortable, but it would work.
I yanked out the necessary cables from the lifeless torso, placed it on the couch, and got to work. The rest of the cords connected to the torso were longer than the short cables I needed, and remained connected to it as it lay lifeless on the black leather couch. I ordered her to open her chest cavity and her various connective ports. Her body complied, although I’m not sure her mind registered anything through the pain. I could practically see the heat waves emanating from her open chest. The ice wasn’t doing enough, but I had an idea that might work. I had seen this sort of thing done to computers on websites like Kludge and There, I fixed it, and while it seemed ghetto, it should work.
I rummaged through my closet briefly, and emerged a moment later carrying a fan. This was not just one of those room fans that give you a slight breeze every now and then as it oscillated back and forth; rather it was a highly efficient fan that could knock a man’s toupee off his head at 20 yards. Not that I had any experience with that, mind you. However, this was just what I needed to blow cool air into her body to cool her off even more. I plugged in the fan (which luckily had an extra-long cord), and set it on maximum, aiming straight at her heart. I noticed her heart was pumping faster than normal, this couldn’t be helped, but I worried about it nonetheless. I didn’t want to place any of the ice bags directly inside her, in case the condensation would not agree with her electronics.
It was helping, but it wasn’t enough. Her head was still not venting enough heat out, and I needed to get her entire body to cool down more. I lined her body with more ice bags, and started connecting the cabled to various ports in her chest and neck and head, leaving the unused ones connected to the female torso. She was still hot to the touch, especially on her head, and I was running out of ideas, and time. I finished hooking her up and started the computer, but I wasn’t sure it would help if she overheated too much and broke.
“I need to cool you off more! Aren’t there any vents or something you can-.” Just as I said this, her body reacted as if to a command, and several more lights appeared around her body, from her temples to her legs. With a slight whirring sound, a series of parallel slits opened along the side of her head, arms, and legs. Her shoulders also lifted at an angle slightly, separated from the rest of her arms, allowing for more heat to escape. I pulled off the untied shorts she still had on to let the vents in her hips and legs get more air, tossing them aside. Usually, when a robot has to open vents, it is automatic and does not need to be commanded or requested. It was odd that she only opened her vents when I suggested it to her. However, this was going to help a lot, and the effect was almost instantaneous. She started to relax more, and her labored breathing slowed. She was still in pain, but opened her eyes again looking around.
“vvzzz What zzrr happened?” she asked in a daze.
“You collapsed in the kitchen and are starting to overheat. I’m running a test to find the problem and fix it. Just relax now, and try not to talk.” She nodded slightly, looking straight up at the ceiling. I started the system analysis on the computer, and hoped I would find some sort of virus I could remove or a malfunction I could fix. But how in the world could a virus get on her in the first place? She told me herself she couldn’t download anything until I registered her. There were plenty of malicious viruses out there aimed at androids and gynoids. Some were made by religious fanatics that felt the entire humanoid robot thing, especially gynoids, were a travesty against god, but their heads were so far up their asses, they didn’t notice the multiple crimes against humanity they were made just to try to get their point across. But still, I doubt they’d be so tech savvy as to have hacked into an unregistered gynoid using a secure internet network.
It took a while to go through her systems, most of an hour, but the test results for a virus were inconclusive, and no physical malfunctions were detected. Inconclusive? What the fuck does that mean? I kept at it, trying different programs, looking for different problems, and analyzing different parts of her system. Everything either turned up negative or inconclusive. I stopped the tests for now, and brushed her hair, looking at her pained face. There must be something I can do. I couldn’t call Cynthia, she’d probably tear my head off, and Tom would most likely rip my arms out of their sockets.
263 looked up at me with her bright blue eyes. I heard a small digitized groan escape her lips, but she said nothing. She looked around the room, but her gaze stopped at the torso sitting on the couch near her. To my surprise, the broken gynoid’s eyes opened, and started glowing amber, fading in and out slowly. I looked back, and 263’s eyes were glowing blue and fading in and out in time with the other gynoid’s. It looked like they were communicating to each other through the cables that were still attached. Suddenly, the limbless gynoid opened her mouth and began to speak.
“I’m sorry for everything” the gynoid said, in a pretty voice, although the inflections were a little off.
The gynoid was not looking at me or anything, but it was talking just the same. I looked down at 263, and she was looking right back at me. I realized she had taken over the vocal systems of this lesser robot, and was using it to talk to me.
“Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong” I told 263.
“If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten mixed up in all this. It’s my fault the police are looking for you. It’s my fault your suit is broken” the surrogate gynoid said.
“Don’t you think like that” I argued. “What happened to you wasn’t your fault! I was out there that night to see if I could play the hero, and the police would have caught me already if it wasn’t for your friends helping me out. Besides, I’m glad I got to save you. You have made me very happy these last 2 days.”
She smiled at me, but it soon faded. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just didn’t want to be given away to that mad man, like all my sisters.” Sisters? She has sisters? “I’m glad you found me.” A tear fell from her eye, and I wiped it off for her. “Everything is so confusing. I’m scared, Exo. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be right here for you. I promise I’ll keep you safe” I told her. I had no idea what kind of trouble she might be, if she managed to get through this, but I was determined to do the best I could to help her.
“I’m glad you’re here with me, Exo. It makes me happy to see your face.”
“Please, call me Danny. Exo is more of an alias anyway.”
“Ok, Danny. Strange, you have two names, and I still don’t have one.” She laughed, but it came out of the other gynoid a little mechanically. There was no pain in this voice, which was a little off-putting, and didn’t match the look of pain on 263’s face.
“I wish there was more I could do for you” I told her. She blinked away another tear, and smiled at me.
“You’ve already do so much for me, I can never repay you” her robotic interpreter said. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me already. I mean, you saved my life, twice! And now you’re doing it again. I’m not worth all this attention. It seems that as soon as I left the lab, the world started trying to kill me. You are the one ray of light that has kept me alive.”
I blushed at this. She was right though. If what Cynthia told me was true, they were taking her from their lab to hide her, when they started getting shot at, only to end up in a crash. Shortly after, she was assaulted by thugs, and almost died from her injuries. And now she ventures out to the internet world, and it tried to kill her as well. This was insane; she was only ever safe when she was with me, so far at least.
She continued talking in that pretty mechanical voice. “Thank you, Danny. All I want to do now is make you happy, although I guess I’m not in any condition to do that now. I’ve decided I want you to be my Master.”
“But we’ve only known each other for 2 days” I interjected. “I barely know you at all!”
“Yet you still risked your life to save mine” she said. She had me there. I blindly ran into a fight with no guarantee I’d win, just because I saw her there. I even knew she was a robot before I saved her. I really am hopeless. “I didn’t know what to do to thank you, so I did the only thing I could think of when we were in the shower. And again today when you were getting so stressed out. I can’t help it; you are all I can think about.”
She reached out and held my hand in hers as I listened. She was very emotional, and I held back my own tears as we talked. This wasn’t the end! I’m sure I could fix her. I had to think of something fast. There was something I could try, but I wasn’t sure it would work.
“Just hold on a little longer, I think I can at least buy us some time…” I started, letting go of her hand and working on the computer again.
“I’m glad mother- Cynthia liked you. It was good to see her again. I wish I could see Tom and Rob too.” Maybe she didn’t hear about Rob during my conversation with Cynthia. I never met the man, but he meant something to 263, and she didn’t know that he died. I didn’t have the heart to tell her now that he didn’t make it. “And I’m glad I can see you one last time.”
“Hey now, don’t say that! Everything will be fine. I’m going to fix this thing, and you’ll be yourself again in no time.” I tried to calm her down, as I prepared a program to run an emergency halt to her systems. With any luck, this would stop virtually all activity in her mind, and that should stop whatever this is from progressing any further. It wouldn’t fix the problem, and she’d be unconscious, but it would buy me some time. I prepared to activate the command as she spoke again.
“Please stay near me. I’m scared.” The voice coming from the gynoid on the couch had no emotion in it, and its face was blank as well. However, 263 had an ample amount of emotion in her face, and I couldn’t help but remain impressed at how realistic her expressions were, even though parts of her body were opened up, exposing her artificial nature. “Danny, I think I’ve fallen in Lo–.”
She stopped moving. My command had gone through while she was talking, and had just taken effect. Her heart continued to beat, and other vital functions remained active, denying her system a complete shutdown. I didn’t know what would happen if I did try to shut her down, she might not start back up in her condition. Plus, she has such sophisticated hardware, I wasn’t even sure if she was meant to be shut down and restarted, or even how to do it. This command would stop all higher functions, and keep any non-essential software from running. I programmed it to leave running only the most basic things, such as keeping her coolant-blood flowing and keeping her air supply going, and whatever else needed to be running to keep her systems cool. She would not be able to process any more commands unless I made them directly from that computer. It essentially put her into a dreamless sleep.
The last words she spoke hung in the air for a while longer. The gynoid on the couch stop receiving commands, thanks to the program, and its eyes faded out into a blank stare again. I wish she had kept talking, it was the first real conversation I had with her, and she was about to confess to me. It seemed a little fast to me, I mean I only just met her. Infatuation and lust often disguises themselves as love, and these things have a way of sneaking up on someone. And yet, thinking about it from her perspective, she had never met anyone outside the lab before. And with all the attacks made against her, I was the only man that has protected her and kept her alive so far. She had become emotionally attached to me. Granted, she was the most interesting girl I had ever met, and she was gorgeous too, but that is just the lust talking.
I wasn’t sure if I could really love her back. First, she isn’t even human. But aside from that, she was only in my life for 2 days, and I never really had the chance to know her. I had spent my time fixing her and keeping her alive. Today was the best day in my entire adult life, up until now. I was pretty sure I was getting emotionally attached to her as well, but it wasn’t love, at least not yet. It’s not like we can have kids anyways. That thought was awkward. Sure she couldn’t reproduce, but a lot of people are unable to have kids, so that was just a bad excuse. Something in the back of my head was telling me she was more than just a sex doll, more than just a robot, she was a living being. Perhaps she is the first mechanical living being; love or not, she was worth protecting.
My options were slim at this point. I had to do something fast, Cynthia said they’d be back later tonight! She didn’t give me any time frame, but just that they would be back. It was already dinner time, and they could walk in the door at any moment. I didn’t want to call them, and have them see their ‘daughter’ sprawled out on a table, broken. I had to do something else fast, something closer; I had to get help from something… or someone upstairs.
I decided I needed to give my neighbor, Jack, a call. I didn’t want to bring someone else in on this, but he was the best hacker I knew, and I needed just that kind of help fast!
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/Chapter 9
Chapter 10.
