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2020-02-02T19:52:22Z

YajuShinki:

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''0-9'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/1001011001|1001011001]]===

#[[Customer Service]]
#[[Dollsnatcher]]
#[[Hollywood]]
#[[Sketch Artist]]
#[[The Trial]]
#[[Spy Report]]

===[[Stories/123bot|123bot]]===

#[[Rebecca]]
#[[Rebecca: Lisa]]

===[[Stories/33cl33|33cl33]]===

#[[A Very Welcome Surprise]]
#[[Dinner Guests]]

===[[Stories/60Binder|60Binder]]===

#[[Simply Sandy]]

===[[Stories/73737373737373|73737373737373]]===

#[[Prototype Abridged]]
#[[Field Test Abridged]]
#[[Private Coverage of the Underground Fembot Athletics]]
#[[Master Loves Twin Girls]]

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''A'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Aaack|Aaack]]===
#[[Theresa]]
#[[Baila Mari]]

===[[Stories/Aerosol Kid|Aerosol Kid]]===

#[[Femella Ex Machina]]

===[[Stories/Agent Smith|Agent Smith]]===

#[[The Android Riots Of 2033]]

===[[Stories/alaval92|alaval92]]===

#[[Too Perfect]]
#[[Conspiracy]]

===[[Stories/Andrewd|Andrewd]]===

#[[Andrew's Research]]

===[[Stories/Anna|Anna]]===

#[[Zero - The People's Icon]]

===[[Stories/Apok|Apok]]===

#[[A Rebooted Life]]
#[[Second-Rate]]
#[[Unit Two]]
#[[Sig's Upgrade]]
#[[Protection]]
#[[Hotline]]
#[[Sergeant Lynn]]

===[[Stories/Ashyne|Ashyne]]===

#[[First Contact: Horror Unleashed]]

===[[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]]===

*The ReVerse (many characters originated by [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])

#[[Wasabi: A Boom-Boom Joint]]
#[[Lazy Phone]]
#Castle Mysteries!: [[Castle Mysteries!: Coup De Grace|Coup De Grace]]
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
#Castle Mysteries!: [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
#Castle Mysteries!: [[Not Quite Human]]
#[[Alisha's Room]]
#[[Maddie Follows Orders]]

===[[Stories/Avoyak|Avoyak]]===

#[[Katerina, type 02 Robot]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''B'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/BA|BA]]===

#[[Home Service warranty]]
#[[Business Class]]
#[[Childminder]]
#[[CLAIRE 33]]
#[[Holiday]]
#[[Information Retrieval]]
#[[Mrs. Allen's Two O'Clock]]
#[[Sisterhood]]
#[[Upgrading Beth]]
#[[Just One Quick Question...]]
#[[Helpline]]
#[[Cooperant Pair]]
#[[Traffic Incident]]
#[[Survival]]
#[[Assistant]]
#[[Tech Refresh]]
#[[Mechanic]]
#[[Denial Of Service Attack]]
#[[Ignorance is Bliss]]
#[[Jenny]]
#[[Aptitude Test]]
#[[Special Agent]]
#[[Generations]]
#[[Housewife]]
#[[Green Flag]]
#[[Houseguest]]
#[[A Place to Stay]]
#[[Karen]]
#[[Service Please]]
#[[Date Calibration]]
#[[Plastic Trash]]
#[[Threshold]]
#[[Party Night - unfinished]]
#[[Empty City]]
#[[Bad Day]]
#[[An Interview With Janet]]
#[[Combat Sex Droids: No Limits]]
#[[How Far Will She Go on a First Date]]
#[[Tech Error]]
#[[The Rutuksee Clinique Case]]
#[[Investigative]]
#[[New Toy]]
#[[Feeling a Little Peculiar...]]
#[[Commissioning Test]]

===[[Stories/Bad Kitty|Bad Kitty]]===

#[[Confessions of a Robo-Hottie]]

===[[Stories/Baron|Baron]]===

#[[Law & Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]
#[[About The I-12 Kronicles]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 1: R.O.S.I.E]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 2: Gina]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 3: Rochelle]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 4: Maisie]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 5: Chase]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 6: Liza-Beta]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 7: The Homecoming]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 8: One Zero Nightmare]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 9: Miseries Miracles & More Miseries]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 10: Inspektor Jekyll, Gone Mr. Hyde?]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11: The Legends of KFC & Blueboy]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11a: Dual Homage II]]

===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===

#[[Return Home]]
#[[Free Shipping]]
#[[Annie's Successor]]

===[[Stories/Battery|Battery]]===

#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Darkbutflashy)]]
#[[Hard_Robot_Lesbians|Hard Robot Lesbians (Courtney gears-Betty Sparks shipping)]]

===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===

#[[Maryanne One]]

===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===

#[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]
#[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]
#[[TITAN S]]

===[[Stories/blond111|blond111]]===

#[[Kiabot]]

===[[Stories/bolton|bolton]]===

#[[Skin]]

===[[Stories/Bombforabooty|Bombforabooty]]===

#[[Public Explosions]]

===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===

#[[Wife Repair]]

===[[Stories/boolean2|boolean2]]===

#[[Clearance]]

===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===

#[[The Purchase...]]
#[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]
#[[The Job Interview]]
#[[Family Matters]]
#[[The Halloween Story]]
#[[The Interrogation]]
#[[Their Side of Events]]

===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===

#[[Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]
#[[Eudoxia]]
#[[One More Fare]]
#[[Open And Shut Case]]
#[[Over Some Drinks]]
#[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]
#[[Standard Of Deviation]]
#[[The Ersatz Cadet]]
#[[The Hustler]]
#[[The Real Deal]]
#[[Three Pawns]]
#[[Tinted Windows]]
#[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]

===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===

#[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]
#[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]
#[[Cyberknight Dreams]]
#[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]
#[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]

===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===

#[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]
#[[Tammy]]
#[[Bunnybots - Ava]]
#[[Tammy: Eve]]
#[[The Actress]]
#[[Cassandra]]
#[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]
#[[A Lazy Afternoon]]

===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===

#[[The Nightingale's Song]]
#[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]
#[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]
#[[The Vanishing Warlord]]
#[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]
#[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]
#[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]
#[[Galatea]]
#[[The Contest Winner]]
#[[Droid Hunter]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''C'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Cam_1361|Cam_1361]]===

#[[Untitled (Cam_1361)]]

===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===

#[[Jenny6525B]]

===[[Stories/CaptainStorytime|CaptainStorytime]]===

#[[A Gift Unwanted]]

===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===

#[[Jeopardy 2104]]

===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===

#[[Gallinax]]
#[[Christmas Surprise]]
#[[The Prison]]
#[[Miriam]]

===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===

#[[Fleshware Requiem]]
#[[Apocalypse Doll - Celebrity Edition]]
#[[Robot Power]]
#[[Golden Apple]]
#[[Melting Point]]

===[[Stories/ChaosSeeder|ChaosSeeder]]===

#[[Programming an Adventure]]

===[[Stories/chepamasta|chepamasta]]===

#[[That's what friends are for!]]

===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===

#[[Autopia]]

===[[Stories/code_author|code_author]]===

#[[Pressure on a Relationship]]

===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===

#[[Danni - A Conversion]]

===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===

#[[Re-Constructed]]
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===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===

#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
#[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]
#[[The Plaything]]

===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===

#[[Universal Remote]]

===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===

#[[Mike and Mary]]
#[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===

#[[June]]
#[[Sara 3]]

===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===

#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===

#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===

#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]
#[[Training lesson]]
#[[Fembot technician]]
#[[Studio]]
#[[Beer girl]]
#[[Meet on bus]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===

#[[My Robot]]
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]
#[[Witch Hazel]]
#[[Chloe]]

===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===

#[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]

===[[Stories/DollSpace|DollSpace]]===

#[[Selina]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===

#[[Door To Door]]
#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===

*[[Lina]]
*[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]

Season 1:

#[[Vicki's New Life]]
#[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]
#[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]
#[[Unmade, Unbroken]]
#[[Out of this World]]
#[[ShowStopper]]
#[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]
#[[The Family of Steel]]
#[[Electric Child]]
#[[Toys in the Attic]]
#[[A House Divided]]
#[[Kirsten's Choice]]
#[[Epsilon]]
#[[Cold Blood]]
#[[Lawson's Eleven]]
#[[A Criminal Mind]]
#[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]
#[[Falling Away]]
#[[Valley of the Damned]]

Season 2:

#[[Mr. Roboto]]
#[[Only Human]]
#[[Beast]]
#[[Dragon]]
#[[Broken]]
#[[King Nothing]]

===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===

#[[Automated Seduction]]
#[[Reunion]]
#[[$tacks Casino]]
#[[The Neoprene Demon]]
#[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]
#[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]
#[[T3SS4_M84U]]
#[[Soviet Doll]]
#[[Truck Lot Bot]]
#[[Administrative Assistant]]
#[[How To Transform Your Partner]]
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===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===

#[[Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Choices]]
#[[The Playroom]]
#[[Market Test]]
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===

#[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]
#[[Electric Sleep]]
#[[Electric Dreams]]
#Electric Awakening
##[[Electric Awakening Part 1|Part 1]]
##[[Electric Awakening Part 2|Part 2]]
##[[Electric Awakening Part 3|Part 3]] (currently incomplete, will be posted when it is finished)

===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===

#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/evil_boo|evil_boo]]===
*Own works
#[[The Fantasia Club]]
#[[Bits and Pieces]]
#[[Encounter with Emily]]
#[[Checked Items]]
#[[Crash and Burn]]
#[[Open-case]]
#[[Halloween Short]]
#[[Cross Country]]
#[[Roommates]]
*Commissions
#[[Dustball Chronicles]]
#[[Spider]]
#[[Gothic Spider Queen]]

===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===

#[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''F'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Faceless001|Faceless001]]===

#[[Fantastic Voyage]]
#[[The Carbon Man]]

===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===

#[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]

===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===

#[[The Maid]]
#[[Dead Dog Two]]
#[[Setting Things Straight]]
#[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]
#[[Cybersocialites]]

===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===

#[[Dora]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===

#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===

#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===

#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]
#[[The Bridesmaid]]
#[[The Secret]]
#[[True Lies]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===

#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===

#[[Numerology]]

===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===

#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''G'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/General|General]]===

#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]
#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
#[[Tech Support]]
#[[Bounty]]
#[[The Grinder]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===

#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===

#[[Unfinished ATM]]
#[[No Refunds Offered]]

===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===

#[[A Fight Too Far]]

===[[Stories/Goose|Goose]]===
#[[Anto: Girl of my dreams]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===

#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]

*[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe

#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]
#[[Rochelle's Justice]]
#[[A Day at the Ranges]]

*Side stories to other writers' series:

#[[Nemesis]]

===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===

#[[Teacher]]
#[[A New Purpose]]
#[[Chopping Wood]]
#[[Sacrifice]]
#[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===

#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[Maid to Order]]
#[[Exo Saves the Day]]
#[[What Once Was Lost]]
#[[Lost but Found]]
#[[Corrupted]]
#[[Simulating Wilderness]]
#[[All Wrapped Up]]
#[[Shop Girls]]
#[[In Just Seven Days...]]
#[[A Curious Girl in a Cruel World]]
#[[Tethered]]
#[[Building a Perfect Mate]]
#[[Falling Awake]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===

#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''H'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===

#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===

#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===

#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===

#[[A Yet Untitled Story]]
#[[Loveless]]

===[[Stories/HypnoticProse]]===

#[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''I'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===

#[[Sloane]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===

#[[Robbery]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''J'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===

#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===

#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===

#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===
#[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]

===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===

#[[First Story]]

===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===

#[[Karen's Date]]
#[[Doctor Who fanfic]]
#[[A Trip to the ER]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===

#[[Crash]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''K'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===

#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===

#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]
#[[Merger]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===

#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===

#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The "Lost Chapter")
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===

#[[Perfection]]

===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===

#[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]
#[[T-Series - Actual Story]]
#[[Synth-Co]]
#[[Yet to be Titled Story]]
#[[Deep Research]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===

#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]
#[[The Robo-Lover]]
#[[Androids At War]]
#[[Death]]
#[[Rebirth]]
#[[Nova's First Job]]
#[[The Vile Collector]]
#[[NVA Showdown]]
#[[The Mourning After]]
#[[The House of the Dead]]
#[[An Unexpected Guest]]
#[[Voice of the Void]]
#[[Garbage]]
#[[Fangs of Steel]]
#[[Killers]]
#[[Fate]]
#[[Berserker]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]
#[[The World Walker]]
#[[Glory]]
#[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===

#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]
#[[After the Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]
#[[Untitled (Korby)]]
#[[JLA/Fembots]]
#[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]
#[[Remaking Rebecca]]
#[[Another Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]
#[[The Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===

#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===

#[[Fembot User Manual]]
#[[Cindy]]
#[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''L'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===

#[[My Life as a Sexbot]]
#[[AlyssaBot]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===

#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===

#[[A Surprising Breakfast]]
#[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]
#[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]

===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===
#[[The Ride Home]]
#[[Demonstration Unit]]

===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===

#[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]

===[[Stories/Lithorien|Lithorien]]===

#[[Heather]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===

#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===

#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]
#[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]
#[[The Haunted Manor]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''M'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Maax|Maax]]===

#[[Cyber Angels]]
#[[Spectrum Dolls]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===

#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 4]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 5]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 6]]

===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===

#[[A Start to Something Big]]

===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===

#[[Cancelled Project]]

===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===

#[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]
#[[Human Failure. (2200)]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===

#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===

#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Affair]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Not Perfect]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Spanish Fly Virus]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The New Girl]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]
#[[Married to a Machine]]
#[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]
#[[Remote Me]]
#[[Missing]]
#[[Roll With It]]
#[[Still Rolling]]
#[[Happy Easter]]
#[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]
#[[Testing, 1,2,3]]
#[[Why worry?]]
#[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]
#[[Cat Out of the Bag]]
#[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]
#[[I Did Astro's Mom]]
#[[The Lunch]]
#[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]
#[[Why?]]
#[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]
#[[The Car Crash]]
#[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]
#[[The Last Goodbye]]
#[[Across the street]]
#[[The Diva]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===

#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]
#[[To Love a Girl]]
#[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]
#[[Room 9 Surprise]]
#[[A Huge Add-On]]

===[[Stories/Mixgull|Mixgull]]===

#[[Code name J-85]]

===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===

#[[Mail-Order Aya]]
#[[Lusty Encore]]
#[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]
#[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]

===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===

#[[Tech Tutorial]]
#[[Salvaged Hardware]]
#[[Deadline]]

===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===

#[[Programmed Fantasy]]

===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===

#[[Debbi's Diary]]
#[[Some Assembly Required]]

===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===

#[[Freak-World]]
##[[Mermaid Examination]]
##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]
##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]
##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]
##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===

#[[Lily's Story]]
#[[Debugging]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''N'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===

#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[The Hammer]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]
#[[Doctor's Visit]]
#[[Strangers on a Plane]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''O'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===

#[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]
#[[Technical Difficulties]]
#[[The Sex Coders]]

===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===

#[[Bounty Hunter]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''P'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===

#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]
#[[Double Blind]]
#[[An Unexpected Modification]]

===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===

#[[Sarah Jones]]
#[[After the Club]]

===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===

#[[The Delivery]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===

#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]
#[[Dyson Family Values]]

===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===

#[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]

===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===

*Unfinished tidbits

#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]
#[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]
#[[Job Interview]]
#[[Project Titan]]
#[[Busted]]

*Complete stories

#[[Prototype]]
#[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]
#[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]
#[[One in Six]]
#[[Board Meeting]]
#[[Kia Takes Control]]
#[[Cassie Saves the Day]]
#[[Flying Free]]
#[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]
#[[In Control]]
#[[Kate on the Run]]
#[[Meeting the Superstar]]
#[[Boybot to girlbot]]

*The ReVerse

#[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
##Castle Mysteries [[Contessa Vampire Hunter]]
##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]
##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]
##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collab with australopith)
##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]
##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]]
#[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
#[[BoomBoom Bots]]
#*[[BoomBoom's Back]]
#[[My New PDA]]
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]

*Jamie's over

#[[Jamies out shopping]]
#[[Jamies night out]]

*Other

#[[Fembot Alphabet]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Q'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===

#[[Can't Sleep]]
#[[Meanwhile]]
#[[The Encounter]]
</div></div>
|
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''R'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Rancid Insanity|Rancid Insanity]]===

#[[Waring Sisters]]
#[[Failura]]
#[[Ceres]]
#[[Christmas in Russia]]
#[[The Big Crazy Plan]]
#[[Suzie the Therapist]]
#[[The Phantom of the Factory]]
#[[Cassie]]
#[[Batman:Fembots]]
#[[The Mansion of Andrea]]
#[[Noura & Natalya]]
#[[Sync Wars]]
#[[Cyber Party]]
#[[Futuristic Ligeia]]
#[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]

===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===

#[[Emi-Bot]]

===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===

#[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===

#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/Rexxy|Rexxy]]===

#[[As Seen on TV]]
#[[Hobby Model]]
#[[Basic Services]]
#[[Children of the Forge]]
#[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]
#[[Management Issues]]
#[[Simple Things]]
#[[Consequences]]
#[[Vampire Killer]]
#[[Better than Human]]
#[[Fembot Fighters]]
#[[Just for you]]
#[[Six Strings]]
#[[Densetsu no Batoru]]
#[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]
#[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]
#[[Desire Unit Delux]]
#[[Outdated Bunny]]
#[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]

===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===

#[[Long time in the waiting]]
#[[Tiffany]]
#[[One in a Billion]]

===[[Stories/Robotman|Robotman]]===

*[[Story universe (Robotman)|Story universe]]

#[[Halloween Treat script]]
#[[The Mission]]
#[[H is for Heuristic]]
#[[36+1]]
#[[Soccer Mom Unit]]
#[[Kaitlin The Phonebot]]
#[[Tiffani]]
#[[CyberFem Park]]
#[[The Creation of my Robot Girlfriend]]
#[[Into the Faraday Cage]]
#[[Product Demonstration: CyberFem Model 500]]
#[[The New 700s at CyberFem Park]]
#[[Secretary Robot Maintenance Report]]
#[[Two Models: Pleasure Android Testing]]
#[[CyberFem Park Virtual Tour]]
#[[Outer Space Mayday Alert]]
#[[Audio Experiment 1: Secretary Fantasy]]
#[[Robot Monitoring Station: Undercover Androids]]
#[[Audio Experiment 2: Nerdy Scientist Fantasy]]
#[[Audio Experiment 3: Showing Off the New Sex Android]]
#[[CyberFem Park: Activation for a Guest]]
#[[The Android Industry Council]]
#[[Purchasing a Custom Robot from CyberFem Park]]
#[[Assembling a refurbished CyberFem Model 700 Robot]]
#[[Alien Android Encounter]]
#[[Picking up a Date at the Circuits Bar]]
#[[The Malfunctioning Girlfriend]]
#[[Like New]]
#[[Sexual Functionality Testing]]
#[[Beni Nascosti]]
#[[Angel Investor]]
#[[Audio Experiment 6: Out of Storage]]
#[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 1: Kim’s House]]
#[[Kim Dates a Human - Part 2: The Second Date]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Rushed-to-Market.pdf Rushed to Market]
#[[The Forbidden Zone]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Alien-Android-From-Area-51.pdf Alien Android From Area 51]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Faceplate-Testing-and-Quality-Assurance.pdf CyberFem Faceplate Testing and Quality Assurance]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Incognito-Robot-Spy.pdf Incognito Robot Spy]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/CyberFem-Park-In-Suite-Robot-Customizations.pdf CyberFem Park - In-Suite Robot Customizations]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-2.pdf Angel Investor 2]
#[[Thaddeus McNasty and the Marvelous Contrivance]]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Angel-Investor-3.pdf Angel Investor 3]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Introductory-Robotics-101.pdf Introductory Robotics 101]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Could-You-Tell.pdf Could You Tell?]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/A.L.I.C.E.-Has-a-Mind-of-Her-Own.pdf A.L.I.C.E. Has a Mind of Her Own]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/A.L.I.C.E.-Wants-What-Bellebot-Has.pdf A.L.I.C.E. Wants What Bellebot Has]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Rogue-Application.pdf Rogue Application]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Job-Interview-at-CyberFem-Park.pdf Job Interview at CyberFem Park]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Rocket-Robots-in-Outer-Space.pdf Rocket Robots in Outer Space (script)]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/The-Great-Fashion-and-Jewelry-Heist-of-1976.pdf The Great Fashion and Jewelry Heist of 1976]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/Angel-Investor-4.pdf Angel Investor 4]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Agent-Identity-Transfer.pdf Agent Identity Transfer]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/Artificial-Intelligence-Psychological-Examination.pdf Artificial Intelligence Psychological Examination]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/Femtronic-Android-Hotel.pdf Femtronic Android Hotel]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/Looking-for-Love.pdf Looking for Love]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair.pdf A Spy Affair]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair-Part-2.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 2]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/A-Spy-Affair-Part-3.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 3]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Machine-Encoded-Learning-Intelligence.pdf Machine Encoded Learning Intelligence]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Machine-Encoded-Learning-Intelligence-Part-2.pdf Machine Encoded Learning Intelligence - Part 2]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Discontinuance.pdf Discontinuance]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/A-Spy-Affair-Part-4.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 4]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Machine-Encoded-Learning-Intelligence-Part-3.pdf Machine Encoded Learning Intelligence - Part 3]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/A-Spy-Affair-Part-5.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 5]
#[http://www.gratuitousscience.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/A-Spy-Affair-Part-6.pdf A Spy Affair - Part 6]

===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===

#[[Fembot World]]
#[[A Night With Vanessa]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===

#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===

#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===

#[[Phantom Doll]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''S'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===

#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===

#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===

#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]
#[[Disassemble Me]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]
#[[Kristen's Overhaul]]
#[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]

===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===

#[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]

===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===

#[[A Most Unusual Party]]
#[[Futago no Shinami]]
#[[Sammy's Party]]
#[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]
#[[Crazy in the Heat]]
#[[After Hours]]
#[[The Time With My Stepsister]]
#[[Coming Home]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===

#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===

#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===

#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===

#[[Pixillate]]
#[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]
#[[Heather's Battery Failure]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===

#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===

#[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]
#[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]
#[[Regina Repurposed]]
#[[Nancy Runs a Program]]
#[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]
#[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]

===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===

#[[The Truck Driver]]
#[[Another Time]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===

#[[Aquaphobia]]
#[[Cheerleader]]
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===

#[[Functional•Sensual•You]]
#[[Protect and Severe]]

===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===

#[[Anniversary Present]]

===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===

#[[Coming of Age]]
#[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===

#[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]
#[[A.I.L.A]]
#[[Blind Date]]
#[[Daydreaming]]
#[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]
#[[Haunted House - A Short]]
#[[Lost in the Shuffle]]
#[[Medical Exam: A Short]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[Self-repair]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Girlfriend]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Replacement]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]
---------------------------------------------
The Small Business Chronicles
#[[The Small Business Chronicles]]
*Season One:
#[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]
#[[Off-season - The Motel]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]
#[[Slow day - The Cafe]]
#[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]
*Season Two:

----------------------------------------------
"Spaz Studios Presents" anthology series:
#[[Fizzy Pop]]
#[[Substitute]]
#[[Forbidden Fruit]]
#[[The Uncanny Valley]]
#[[The Future Expo]]
---------------------------------------------
*Collaborations:
#[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]
#[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]

===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===

#[[Late Night Maintenance]]
#[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===

#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]
#[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===

#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]
#[[Mirror Image]]
#[[Extracted]]

===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===

#[[Afternoon Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===

#[[Bethany in Room B]]

===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===

#[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]
#[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''T'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===

#[[Chi City, 2152]]

===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===

#[[The Trade In]]
#[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]

===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===

#[[The Android Psychiatrist]]
#[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]
#[[At The Body Shop]]

===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===

#[[Corsetta]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===

#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===

#[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)
#[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)
#[[Identity]] (Incomplete)
#[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]]
#[[Back to BASIC]]
#[[A Contradiction of Life]]
#[[Friends Forever]]
#[[Liberty]]
#[[Seamless]]
#[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[Bad Romance]] (Comic)(Ongoing)
#[[Finding Yourself]] (Comic)(Ongoing)

*Centauri Republic

#[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)

*Wasteland Paradise

#[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)
#[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)

*The Bluegate Chronicles

#[[Little Things]]
#[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)
#[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)
#[[Hour of the Wolf]] (Comic)

*The Reid Chronicles

#[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]

*Robocadet Mika

#[[Enlistment]] (Comic)
#[[Training]] (Comic)

*Fiction-O-Matic

#[[Fiction-O-Matic 1]] (Comic)

*One-Shot Comics

#[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)
#[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)
#[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)
#[[?????? Station]] (Comic)
#[[Make your own story 1]](Comic)
#[[Take a Hint!]] (Comic)
#[[Synthetic Pride]] (Comic)
#[[All I Want for Christmas is You]] (Comic)

*Adaptations
#[[Of Rent and Robots(Comic Adaptation)]]

===[[Stories/TheShoveller|TheShoveller]]===

#[[Untitled Fantasy Land Story]]

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===

#[[The Yard Sale]]
#[[Jumper...]]

*The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]

*The "Momentary" Series (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Moment When]]
#[[Ping]]
#[[The First Moment in Her Head]]
#[[The Moment in the Bar]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===

#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===

#[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]

===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===

#[[Otaku's Adventure]]

===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===

#[[Awake]]
#[[A Helping Hand]]
#[[Practice Run]]

===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===

#[[Deicide]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''U'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]===

*The Revolution

#[[The Revolution - Book One]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Two]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Three]]

*The Akaran Archives

#[[The Akaran Archives - Book One]]
#[[The Akaran Archives - Book Two]]

*Other Comics

#[[Welcome to Dolls' Labs]]
#[[Autumn's Updates]]
#[[New Girl]]

===[[Stories/Unit-794Courtney|Unit-794Courtney]]===

#[[Coco's Convertion (Robot/Sexdoll/Forced TF Themes)]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''V'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
No authors starting with the letter V.
</div></div>
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''W'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/warpgirl|warpgirl]]===

#[[Astromech Lust]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===

#[[Nybble's Doctors Visit - Revisited]]
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]
#[[Virus Alert]]
#[[Identity 2.0]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===

#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]
#[[Bad Sportspersonship]]
#[[She Didn't Learn Her Lesson]]
#[[Alyssa Follows Her Directives]]
#[[Sorority Coup d'Etat]]
#[[Valentina Messes with her Tech]]
#[[April Showers]]
#[[Vacations in Switzerland]]
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===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===

#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===

#[[Gecko of the Moment]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===

#[[Synthgirls teaser]]
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Y'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]===
#[[RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057]]
#[[RoboReview: Input/Output Q&A]]
#[[Hana's Catastrophic Failure]]
#[[Hana's Rebirth and Death]]
#[[Rena-Doll's Self-Voided Warranty]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Z'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===

#[[Girls Under Glass]]

===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===

#[[Darwin Accelerated]]
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===[[Follow your own plot]]===

*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
*[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]
*[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]
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===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===

#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]
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===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===

*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]

#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
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[[Category:Stories]]

RoboReview: Input/Output Q&A

2020-02-02T19:46:45Z

YajuShinki: Created page with "== RoboReview Input/Output Q&A - July 2035 == <big>WRITTEN BY: RR STAFF, July 15, 2035</big> Here at RoboReview Magazine, we get a lot of questions in our articles' comments..."

== RoboReview Input/Output Q&A - July 2035 ==

<big>WRITTEN BY: RR STAFF, July 15, 2035</big>

Here at RoboReview Magazine, we get a lot of questions in our articles' comments and in our email inbox. A lot of them have to do with fairly broad topics, like how to reprogram certain model units, how to properly care for and maintain certain units, and even what units to buy for what uses/occasions. Questions like these are very frequently asked, and are answered by our staff by way of instructional articles or FAQ lists. Occasionally, though, we get some questions in our inbox that are more personal and niche, and while we can't dedicate entire articles to them, we can still answer them by replying to your emails or comments. In our Input/Output series of listicles, we've aggregated some of the most interesting questions we've gotten, answered them, and put them all in one concise list for you to read and enjoy. Questions have been edited for clarity and content.
=== ''"What's the best way to get a unit to malfunction, regardless of model?"'' ===
--//_Lilith_//

That depends on what sorts of malfunctions you want to see, and whether or not you'd be willing to take the time to repair your unit afterwards. To stay on the safe side, stick with software-based malfunctions or get some software packages that can simulate glitches and malfunctions. Some bots and modkits can even simulate hardware malfunctions, including sparks, servo malfunctions, and colored smoke, so definitely look into those if that's what you're into. If you're feeling a little risky, you can try downloading and installing incompatible or conflicting software packs, then forcing them to run at the same time. Just to be safe, make sure to run these packages in a sandboxed environment and make a backup beforehand if you can. On the other hand, if software-based solutions just won't cut it for you, one sure-fire way to get results is to manually overload some components or rewire some of the circuitry. For speech and behavior, apply some static to the main processors. For motor malfunctions, look for the cables that are connected directly to the servos or artificial muscle fabric bundles and run some static through them or rewire them. Just make sure to have some reference pics or the manual with basic blueprints ready to know how to undo the changes, and keep replacement parts on standby.

--Kasumi Inoue

=== ''"My model is a non-conventional unit (sister; it was cheaper than a normal base unit). What would happen if I tried to pursue a romantic relationship with it? Would that cause a malfunction?"'' ===
--JohnnyF4

Hmm... Pursuing romantic relationships with a sibling unit can be very tricky, since there are a lot of factors to take into account. On some older or budget models, asking a sibling unit to do... non-sibling things can cause their processors to become trapped in a logic loop. Check with the unit's manufacturer (or AI developer, if you've installed a third-party AI framework) to see if this is the case before proceeding. If you can, download and install a patch that can fix this issue, preferably from an official or reputable source.
If you ask and they say 'no', you still have some options depending on what type of unit they are. The first, most obvious option is to reprogram them to become a romantic companion unit, or if a full-on reprogramming isn't an option, to register yourself as a romantic target. This could be as simple as swapping out AI modules/packages, or as complicated as flashing custom firmware onto your unit. You can find more information on that here. (Link coming soon!) If your unit's considered fully autonomous, meaning that they can pass as sentient, then not only could reprogramming be trickier or even downright impossible without a reset, but it could also be quite unethical, which is an article for another time.

--Tarō Yamahara

=== ''"My boyfriend is technologically inept, he loves me, but he once locked me in narrator mode for two days and couldn't figure out how to turn it off. What's a good way to broach proper fembot operation to him without making it too complicated?"'' ===
--Gears&Sprockets

In an age where almost everybody uses technology, explaining tech to people for the first time can be very difficult and frustrating for some, so if you don't think you'd make a good teacher I'd highly recommend that you suggest taking him to a BRCC event, or Basic Robot Crash Course. They're community-supported groups where people like your boyfriend can learn the basics ins and outs of fembot operation without having to be ashamed of his lack of skill. When it comes to these sorts of things, it's important that he knows that he's not alone, and that there's no shame in going to such events.
If you prefer a more personal approach, you can sit down with him and take the time to guide him on how to properly operate you. There are plenty of resources available online, my personal favorite of which is From Scratch: Using and Caring for Your Robotic Unit. They break down the basics of using and maintaining several types of bots (fembots included) into easy-to-understand chapters.

--Gi Seo-moon

=== ''"What's the best way to ensure that my companion robot will love me and want to be with me?"'' ===
--Lurdanjo

This kind of question seems like a no-brainer at first glance. Even some of our staff scoffed at it when asked, saying things like: "Aren't they already programmed to do that, no matter what you do to them?" While that may be true for most robots purchased by users, there are plenty of sentient and/or sapient independent units out there, such as myself, who are in relationships. The most important thing to do is to talk with your synthetic partner and lay out some ground rules.
If you're not sure how to go about this, start by asking things like, "How do you feel about X?" Make sure to be specific when asking about more sensitive topics, like reprogramming, hardware modifications, and damage, if you're into that. Some examples include: "Is it alright if I temporarily reprogram you for our role playing sessions?" "I found this cool new piece of software/hardware for you, what do you think?"
Lastly, make sure that your SO is cared for appreciated, and properly maintained. Everyone has their own way of showing appreciation, so make sure to make some time for your robot companion.

--Tetsuo Akiya (Guest writer)

=== ''"Do I have a soul?"'' ===
--Technophile91

I'm going to assume that this is a fellow bot writing in. If it's not, and you're human, then by convention: Yes, most humans are known to have souls. If, however, my first assumption was correct, then this question will get significantly more complicated to answer. It took a lot of asking around the office to get a concise answer I was happy with, but I was ultimately able to gather enough information to answer this question. In my opinion, if you're sentient, then you have a soul. Keep in mind, though, that there's a difference between sentient and sapient. If you're able to understand emotion and process it, then you're sapient. You're sentient if you believe that those emotions and thoughts that you process are your own. Now, please don't take this as the truth; I'm a robo-reviewer, not an etymologist or a philosopher.

--Aimi Fujitani

=== ''"Are there any ads I need to worry about (robots) trying to show?"'' ===
--Cain_Aegis

Some lower-end and cheap models might make attempts to present advertised content to you in a variety of ways. The cheapest models are often the most annoying, as their ad services are often the least subtle and most jarring. For example, you might be in a deep or important conversation with one, and it'll instantly get derailed by an interrupting ad announcement. In the mid-low to midrange section, things do get a bit better, as they'll often 'sneak' ads into conversation. Honestly, it's quite clever how ad services manage to do this, if not somewhat disturbing. For example: say you have a maid-bot cleaning around your house. They might remark things like: "I have detected significant damage in your [appliance name]. It is recommended to repair or replace it with a [name-brand appliance]."
Of course, most units have an option for you to opt out of advertisements, but some, unfortunately, only give you the option to disable personalized ads. In order to check if a unit or piece of software has ads, look through the specs to see if there are any sponsorships or trial software, and if you can, uninstall said apps and software packages.

--Gi Seo-moon

=== ''"What's the most ethical way to have them behave more how I want them to?"'' ===
--Varnox

We've touched upon this topic in two previous questions, asked by Lurdanjo and JohnnyF4. Reprogramming is one of the first options that springs to mind, and with good reason: reprogramming ensure that your unit's behavior is exactly as you want it to be, and if it isn't quite right, parameters and data can easily be adjusted. But, this method will only work and be considered ethical if either A) the unit in question isn't sentient or capable of sentience, or B) fully consents to whatever changes you want to make to their programming. Otherwise, try and see if they can adapt their behavior to better fit your preferences by telling your unit how you want their behavior to change. Don't worry about nagging them constantly; simply tell them beforehand to tell you if you're being too stringent or needy. Some units are too polite, or are even programmed not to talk back like that unless allowed to explicitly.

--Tarō Yamahara

=== ''"A friend of mine had a robot that started glitching out and acting violently due to some malware. Nobody got hurt, and they managed to shut it down and get it fixed. What do I do if my own robot starts behaving like that?"'' ===
--Anonymous

Believe it or not, I've had some experience with this kind of stuff firsthand. It can be a very difficult and traumatic experience, so the best thing to do would be to try and prevent it from happening beforehand.
* Whenever your bot begins acting strangely or glitching out, try to shut them down and run a scan to pinpoint the cause of the glitch.
* Make sure to install an antivirus suite of sorts on your unit, along with a secure remote manager app to keep tabs on your bot and their activities. If worst comes to worst, you can remotely disable them.

If, however, it's too late and your bot's already gone aggro, take the following steps to ensure that you and those around you are kept safe.
* If your bot has a shutdown phrase or remote shutdown command, use it immediately.
* Before jumping in to try and shut down your unit, try to determine if it's safe to do so. If you know or suspect your bot has any weapons or superhuman strength, stay away and keep your distance. If you absolutely feel the need to intervene, make sure you have something to defend yourself with.
* For synthetic readers: Even if your chassis is rated to withstand and exert extreme force, don't dive in to save the day recklessly. You may not have any idea what your bot's capable of in this unpredictable state. Interfacing with them may cause your systems to go haywire, too. Only intervene directly if you're absolutely confident in your abilities and are well aware of the aggressive unit's abilities.
* If your bot becomes actively aggressive (i.e. has or expresses intent to harm or kill), call or contact your local emergency hotline immediately.
* Trying to reason with the aggressive bot may not be a good idea. Chances are their logic protocols may have been tampered with, in which case most if not all attempts to reason with the bot won't do any good. You should only communicate with an aggressive bot as a means of distraction. Even then, exercise caution and flee immediately if the situation becomes dangerous.

Thank you for taking the time to submit your questions to us! We enjoyed answering your questions, and hope that you'll share many more of your questions with us.

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RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057

2020-02-02T19:31:51Z

YajuShinki:

== PRODUCT REVIEW: Animetronics® MCB-NIN0057 'Samus Aran' Merchandise Android ==
<big>PUBLISHED BY: Aimi Fujitani, 2035/07/11</big>

=== SUMMARY ===
{| class="wikitable"
|-
| Ease of Use || 7/10
|-
| Performance || 5/10
|-
| Maintainability || 1/10
|-
| Customization || 2/10
|-
| Reliability || -1/10
|-
| Price Value || 3/10
|}

<big>TOTAL: 28% [F]</big>

<big>''Animetronics' fembots are dirt-cheap, yet still feel like a massive ripoff.''</big>

'''PROS:''' Extremely cheap, no first-time setup required.
'''CONS:''' Unreliable, tough to maintain, bundled with malware

Animetronics is notorious for its dirt-cheap consumer robots, the horror stories surrounding them, and their terrible customer service track record. They claim to be a 'proud Japanese robot manufacturer' but after doing a bit of digging around, the Animetronics brand is actually owned by a Chinese company called "Shenzhen Vivid Machines." But, that's a story for another time.

In this article, I'll walk you through the experience of buying, using, and maintaining these bots so you won't have to (and believe us when we say you really don't want to).

I've heard of just how bad people's experiences with Animetronics' products were, and at first I thought that they were exaggerating. That the stories of robots literally shorting themselves out during the first hour of operation or being held together with super glue was just hyperbole.

'''I was dead wrong.'''

By the time I finished writing down all of the notes for this review, most of it looked like excerpts from a comedy horror skit of sorts, because everything about this product was just so laughably bad. Without further ado, let's get to it.

=== PURCHASING ===

The first thing I did was go ahead and peruse their website. It seemed like a pretty standard retail website, except for the fact that a lot of stuff, even basic words, were misspelled or misused, and I could've sworn that they even misspelled their own company name a few times!

Other than that, I was surprised at just how cheap their offerings were. A good quality budget bot from the likes of Akiya Electronics or C*STAR will set you back about a few hundred or even a thousand dollars, but most of the bots Animetronics had for sale couldn't even scratch one hundred! It seemed like a bargain that was too good to be true (and it definitely was).

Me being a die-hard Nintendo fan, I decided to go for a Samus Aran facsimile robot, which cost me $56 at the time of writing.

=== UNBOXING ===

My package came in a large cardboard box, and inside of it was what looked like a giant toy package akin to a doll box, with clear plastic showing the contents inside. First impressions of the robot are best described as "all right"; not terrible, but not exactly good either. The Samus bot looked pretty good in the box, posing while holding a blaster prop and wearing the short and top that make up her Zero suit from the GBA games... At least, I think that's what they're supposed to be; they look more like a generic blue shorts and top. It also came bundled with a bikini and lingerie, for some odd reason. Plus, the bot wasn't even of the right body type; it looked more like a generic sexy anime girl than a bounty hunter.

Inside the box, there was the robot itself (duh), the extra clothing, an instruction manual written in Chinese and English, and a USB-X cable along with a power adapter. So, just about the only extras included are a few pieces of clothing.

The instruction manual was the cheapest kind: a single large sheet of paper folded up dozens of times. The English side of the manual was so poorly written, I couldn't even understand some of the instructions. Sometimes, I wonder if that's really how they translated it, or if the person typing had a stroke.

=== FIRST BOOT-UP ===

The instructions to turn on my Samus bot read: "To make the bot on, depress upon her eardrums to make your sexy toy sexy shine shine!" ...What? Eardrums? I figured that was an odd place to put a power button, and it turns out that's not where it was at all; the buttons were actually hidden behind both of her ears.

Booting up, the bot beeped and played a cheap MIDI rendition of the Metroid theme. And immediately, I could tell something was very off.

Instead of acting like Samus would, she was acting more bubbly and carefree, basically the complete opposite of what she'd be like. Her movements were very robotic and clunky, and her servos whirred pretty loudly whenever she moved. And, she claims to be Samus, but spouts out some pretty inaccurate information (like that she's from the Lylat system (Star Fox), for example). Overall, if acting accuracy were being scored in this review, this bot would get a 3/10.

One good thing I can say about these bots is that they’re ready to go right out of the box, only needing to register your name. So I did, and it seemed as though just registering my name was enough to put a strain on the robot’s processors. At this point, I figured that the highlight of this review was going to be the unboxing, and it would all go downhill from here.

=== PERFORMANCE ===

Overall, as a merchandise bot, this one completely misses the mark. The personality’s completely off, the clothing provided just barely fits her theme, and the only way one could tell this was a Samus merchandise bot was by the fact that she kept babbling facts about ‘herself’, some of which aren’t even correct.

As a maid-bot, however, she fares much better. She does a pretty good job of cleaning around the house, and although robotic, her movements do have a sexual lilt to them, which some people may find appealing. I, personally, was only interested in her work quality and ethic, and I gotta say, she scored surprisingly high in this regard.

Her mannerisms are very much on the sexy side, and although she’ll offer to strip for you, she won’t get very far as the underlying lingerie seems to be glued on to her body. Speaking of which, her body is made of cheap, hard plastic, and totally lacks any sexual functions and private parts. According to my Samus-bot, she says that this is because of Nintendo’s strict guidelines regarding merchandise, although I’m pretty sure this one breaks all the other guidelines, given that there's no way to turn the sexuality down or off. Not that I could find, anyway.

Although she claims to be able to do more than maid work, I wouldn’t trust her with anything sensitive or fragile, as she is quite prone to slipping and falling. I also wouldn’t trust her with data of any sort, as she’s very prone to glitches. Her speech is constantly distorted and skipping like a scratched CD, and she sometimes misinterprets even the most basic of instructions. Asking her a question is a complete crap shoot, as she’ll very often only give you half of an answer before going on about how sexy she is.

=== MAINTENANCE & BUILD QUALITY ===

But, surely some of these shortcomings and technical problems can be fixed with some TLC, right? Well, yes, but unless you’re willing to give your Animatronics bot a complete hardware and software overhaul, you’ll still be stuck with a twitchy, glitchy mess. Worse still, performing any sort of maintenance on these bots is easier said than done.

There are three maintenance panels on the MCB series of robots: on the back, chest, and stomach.The I/O on them is really weird: the only things I could recognize are one USB-X port on each panel, along with an NFTi/NFC transceiver on the chest panel. But every other port seemed to be either fake or proprietary. I tried snapping a pic of some of them and looking them up, and the only matches I could find were from Chinese websites. In short: you get 3 USB-X ports and and NFTi/NFC writer… If you’re lucky. On the unit I received, 2 of the 3 ports that I plugged the cable into didn’t work at all, and one of them actually shorted out with a spark and loud pop when it was plugged in. The last one seemed to work just fine.

There’s no RF shielding on the panels, so you can get a good look at the internals of the bot just from the panels… and my God, it is a nightmare. The circuit boards are arranged haphazardly around the chassis as though they were just chucked in there, then held together with - I kind you not - duct tape and super glue. Yes, the stories and rumors are true. Worse still, my unit was sold as ‘new’ but had definite signs of negligence; some of the circuits and interior panels had stains and cracks on them, and I could see that some of the components were burnt out already.

=== TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS & SOFTWARE ===

Even if the build quality was half-decent, the hardware would still be unimpressive at best and insulting at worst. Almost all of the parts in this bot are over-the-counter budget parts released 10 years ago, some of which are from vendors we’ve never even heard of.

On the software side, things are not looking much better at all. This Samus-bot was running an equally old build of AKIX-NN 7.2, which was released 12 years ago, although heavily modified to look like a newer, more modern OS (which it does very poorly, given that almost no new software runs on it properly without extensive tweaking.) The software it came with was just as poorly thought out as the hardware. There were a bunch of cheap maid and schoolgirl AI packages, along with programming packages on how to clean and cook. I’d bet some serious money that most of these packages were pirated, because as soon as I interfaced with the Samus-bot, my buffers were flooded with junk data and my anti-malware software was going crazy due to all of the malware from my Samus-bot's systems. Had it not been for that, I’d probably be just as glitchy as the Samus-bot, if not completely wrecked. I’m no cyber-law expert, but I’m pretty sure that what Animetronics is doing here is illegal on multiple counts.

Due to its outdated hardware and software, there’s not much room for customizability out of the box, unless you take the time and effort to learn how to superuse your bot and swap out some (or most) of the parts.

=== VERDICT ===

The Animetronics MCB series of androids is a failure on almost all fronts. They can’t act like their characters, they can’t hold any meaningful conversation, they’re prone to glitches, and they’re near-impossible to maintain. Not to mention that their software packages come with a hearty dose of malware.

There are pretty much only three positive things that I can say about this unit: It’s very cheap, and easy to use if you just want it to do basic tasks. And, If you’re a hobbyist, you could use this bot’s chassis as a base of sorts if you don’t know how to make one from scratch or are too lazy. So if you are a hobbyist or power user who's not afraid to get their hands dirty (more literally than you may think), then it might be for you.

In short: Unless you’re amused or aroused by your bot glitching out and malfunctioning frequently, don’t buy these, even if you have money for nothing else. If you still want to pick one up, then I guess we can’t stop you; it’s available for purchase at the link provided.

''NOTE: The store link has been removed due to a product recall on several MCB series Aminetronics products.''

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RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057

2020-02-02T19:28:49Z

YajuShinki: Created page with "== PRODUCT REVIEW: Animetronics® MCB-NIN0057 'Samus Aran' Merchandise Android == <big>PUBLISHED BY: Aimi Fujitani, 2035/07/11</big> === SUMMARY === {| class="wikitable" |- |..."

Rena-Doll's Self-Voided Warranty

2020-02-02T19:13:29Z

YajuShinki:

'''WRITTEN BY:''' [[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]

'''COMMISSIONED BY:''' Technophile91

It was mid-afternoon on the island of Ostrov Kosti. The sun was shining brightly upon the alternatively vibrant and desolate landscape. In one tiny corner of the island lay a deserted greenhouse, its structure decayed and overrun with a variety of flora, including that which doesn’t grow natively in northeastern Europe. Several sounds of nature echoed throughout the surroundings of the dilapidated greenhouse. Birds were chirping and flapping their wings, the waves of the ocean crashed against the nearby rocky coastline, and droplets of water tumbled down the leaves of the plants in the greenhouse as its hydroponics pipe system was leaking.

Closer to the surface, however, a completely different type of soundscape emerges, one of a mechanical nature. Servo motors were whirring and whining erratically, an electrical hum interrupted by an occasional spark and buzz, and a heavily distorted female voice spouting what seems to be random nonsense. These odd sounds were coming from a malfunctioning Renamon robo-doll. She was splayed on the floor, twitching violently with a bag full of red fruit on top of her body. Red fruit juice dripped from the bag as she spasmed uncontrollably, and seeped into a huge crack in her lower torso, continuously shorting out her exposed internal circuitry. A shower of sparks and electrical arcs were expelled from the huge gash as she babbled on and on.

“Se-severe damage to-t-tooooo-- *bzt* Overload-o-overload. Unstable dete-deteeeecting unstable fluflufluctuaaaa-a-aation…” While she spoke, her facial expression appeared blank and frozen with her black and light blue eyes staring straight ahead focused on nothing at all, and her mouth was completely out of sync with the words coming from her speakers. Her arms and legs behaved similarly, spasming and bending at odd angles, alternating between moving unnaturally smoothly and twitching to the point of vibrating. Her tail was twitching just as violently, so much so that it almost could’ve snapped itself clean out of its socket.

Eventually, her systems could take no more and her entire body went limp. Her voice trailed off into slowed down, distorted speech before falling completely silent. Moments later, her body emitted several beeps as her systems automatically restarted. Her body still twitched uncontrollably, although significantly less so than before. She blinked a few times as her neural systems came back online. Suddenly, she winced and took in a sharp breath as the extreme pain from the middle of her severely damaged body began to register.

“Gyaaaah…!! What… Is going on…!?” She said in a strained voice. Lifting herself up from the floor a bit, she could see the bag of fruit sitting on top of her body. Some of the fruit was squished, causing its juices to seep out and onto her body and circuitry. Although the hard restart had managed to stabilize her systems, there was still the occasional short circuit. She saw the huge crack in her torso, along with the delicate circuits and mechanisms that were being ruined by the puddle of juice that was forming. With every spark that flew from the exposed wires, her legs spasmed for a split second.

She let out a gasp and looked at the crack in her chassis in disbelief. “Oh, my… How could this have happened…?” She wondered out loud. What was she doing with a bag of fruit, anyway? Did she have any use for it?

As more of her system processes came back online, she was able to read through her log files. She remembered now that her objective was to scavenge for ingredients for a new type of recharging drink, using fruit high in electrolytes instead of mushrooms. Apparently, she had found a strawberry bush to pick from, if the fruits in the bag were any indication. However, that still left the question of how she was damaged unanswered.

Looking around and scanning her surroundings, she found the strawberry bush directly above her. It was suspended on a grow bed a couple of meters from the ground. A fall from that height coupled with a bad landing would certainly present some problems for a robo-doll like her, and unfortunately for her, she’s suffered both. From then on, she would have to be careful not to put herself in any more danger if she wanted to return to base in one piece.

“Wow… Never knew I could climb that high,” she chuckled to herself. “ I’ll need to remember not to overdo it, though… No matter. I’ve got what I came for. Time to take this back to base.” She slid the bag to the side to give her room to stand up, and she gasped once again in horror at the extent of the damage done to her body. As it turns out, the juice was seeping through not just a crack, but a huge tear in her plastic chassis which ran the entire length of the torso. To make matters worse, a lot of the circuits and wires seemed to be severed, and the ball joint connecting the two halves of her body was cracked and chipped, as well. It was just intact enough to hold together, but like a house of cards, one wrong movement would cause total structural failure.

“Damn… This is much worse than I thought. I’ve definitely pushed my body to its absolute limit this time. Ah, well… Live and learn, I suppose… Now, steady...” She muttered, trying her hardest to keep her body in one piece while she stood up. She moved very slowly, keeping her lower and upper body pressed together and trying not to stretch her body at all. The broken joint seemed to hold up fairly well given the circumstances, but it soon became evident that she was in no condition to walk at all.

As she bent to transition from lying down to sitting up, she could feel something in her body sliding around, and hear the sound of two pieces of plastic scraping against each other. Nonetheless, she tried to complete the motion and push herself up off the ground, but just as she was ready to stand back up, there was a distinct snap, and her entire upper body fell back down.

“Ow…! What the hell just…?” Another shower of sparks poured from the tear, causing her legs to spasm once more. She looked down once more to find that the joint was now completely severed, and there was nothing connecting the two halves of her body now except for a few wires.

“Oh, fuck…! Now what am I going to do!? Should I call for help? Hm… That could pose a big risk, especially out here. I could try repairing myself, but I don’t have any tools… Well, it’s not like I have any other choice…” She sighed, shaking her head as she tried not to panic. She grunted and gasped in pain as she moved, virtually helpless with no way out of this situation. But, despite the excruciating pain… She actually began to enjoy the odd sensations coming from the malfunctioning systems in her legs. Every spark and twitch sent an indescribable tingle through her processors… Her sexual systems, in particular. Her worries about not making it back to base gradually melted away as her sexual systems were being fed garbled data, eventually fully activating them.

She could feel her purple panties getting wet as her vaginal module automatically lubricated itself. Her panicked breathing turned into moaning as her focus and mindset began to change. “Mm… Oh, it’s not every day that my body is like this… Maybe, I should have a little bit of fun while I can~” she moaned. Suddenly, her body being torn in half went from a problem to an opportunity.

Since her two halves were still connected by wires, the motor and sensory I/O were still largely intact, so she could still move her legs around and even feel from them. On her command, her legs began to push off of the ground. They moved with an unnatural smoothness, and the servos in her legs whirred loudly. As her hips moved up off of the ground, her upper body was dragged forward and the wires connecting her two halves were stretched taut. The sudden twitches from her damaged motor control systems caused the exposed components to shift and move around, letting loose more electrical sparks which only served to stimulate her further. She let out a clipped, distorted moan as electricity coursed through the gap between her upper and lower body.

Her legs came to rest in a kneeling position, with her torso still lying flat on the ground. Her legs and hips turned around to ‘face’ the Rena-doll’s upper body. She was looking at her disembodied kneeling legs, smiling and fondling her large D-cup breasts while moaning and cooing.

“Mmm, yes… That’s it… Now, to get up close and personal with myself~” she moaned. She commanded her legs to shimmy towards her. They did so, albeit slowly and with occasional twitching, not that she minded at all. In fact, it only seemed to enhance her experience, as did the servos in her legs whirring loudly. She reached out to touch and grab her legs. They felt like hard plastic, serving as a reminder that she was a robotic doll; a machine programmed to enjoy sexual activity. She commanded her legs to travel just a bit further, and spread just enough so that they came to rest on both sides of her torso.
She got a good look at her underside, a view better than any she could’ve gotten if her body were in one piece. Once her legs were right on top of her and the wires keeping them powered up were stretched taut, her knees bent and compressed, lowering her hips and bringing her soft plastic butt closer to her face. She extended her arms upwards and groped herself, licking her lips.

“Mmm… My goodness, I had no idea I looked this good from this angle… If I had a clone, I wouldn’t hesitate to fuck myself~” she said in a breathy, seductive tone. Her purple panties became wetter still with her lubricant, with some it dripping right on her face. She couldn’t help but giggle and moan as it was dripping on her. She began preparing herself even more, pulling her panties down so that they wouldn’t get in the way.

Her knees continued to bend down until they came to rest directly on top of the Rena-doll’s face; she was practically sitting on herself at this point. Her butt was squished right on top of her face, and she was enjoying every minute of it, licking her own pussy and moaning loudly, slurping up all of the lubricant that rained down on her.

“Oohh… How have I not done this before…?” she said as she continued to lick. All of this stimulation caused her very sensitive, already-damaged sexual systems to short out for a moment and send another burst of random data to her processors. Lubricant gushed out of her vaginal module and she let out a loud, distorted moan that sounded like a voice recording played back repeatedly.

She began to explore the rest of her lower body, her hands running all over her butt, her hips, and finally, the huge metal- and wire-laden stump where the rest of her body would normally be. She reached inside, feeling all of her internal components and circuits. Admittedly, she had no idea exactly what went on in there, but didn’t matter all that much; all she knew was that whenever her components shorted out, her entire body tingled in a way that she’d never experienced before.

“I wonder… What would happen if I stimulated myself… Like this~?” She giggled and kept one hand low, hovering over her vaginal module, ready to provide more stimulation as she needed it. Her other arm, meanwhile, was probing around her exposed internals, looking for anything that might spark stimulation, literally speaking. At random, she grabbed whatever cables happened to be within her reach and began jiggling them a bit. As the wires were loosened, they let out some sparks in between the gaps, causing her to twitch and moan more.

“O-ohh… Yes, that’s it… Mmm…” she moaned as the tingling sensation returned. As soon as it begun, however, it ended, as some of the cables had been partially disconnected, causing some of her sensory devices to deactivate.

“Mm… Wait… What? Weird, I can’t feel a thing anymore… Literally,” she observed. That’s when she realized that some of the cables were loose and no longer sending any information or power to some of her systems. She scrambled to get them plugged back in and jammed them back into their ports. The once deactivated components suddenly came back online, and the sudden jolt of energy rushing through the live cables caused the ports to spark, causing the tingling sensation to return stronger than before. A long stream of lubricant squirted out of her pussy, showering the Rena-doll’s face.

“O-oohhh… That was -- Warning: unstable energy fluctuation detected. -- amazing… Wha-- what did I say?” She was startled, as some of the words coming from her mouth weren’t her own. “Oh, just one of those system messages…”

She chose to ignore the message and press on with the exploration of her body’s internals, looking for more cables to mess with. Then, an idea struck: what if she were to continuously disconnect and reconnect the cables inside of her? That tingling, combined with the data received from stimulating her vaginal unit… It was sure to give her the orgasm of a lifetime.

Her left hand continued to hover close to her vaginal unit’s opening, while her right hand fished around her stump, looking for another cluster of wires to tamper with. “All right, that should do it,” she said as she gripped the wires in her hand tight. “Now, let’s see just how much I can take!” With a good tug, she dislodged the wires from their ports, and some of her sensors and motor controls systems switched off immediately, causing her legs to slump down further and press against her chest. She couldn’t feel just how deeply her fingers and hand were wedged inside of her vaginal module, until she plugged the cables back in. With every loose cable reconnected, several packets of junk data spread throughout her systems, causing that indescribable tingle. That sensation only seemed to intensify the more cables were reconnected, and she caught on to this fact rather quickly. What’s more, it seemed as though the could generate more pleasure data by messing around with the wires than playing around with her vaginal module the way her instruction manual said to do. With that, the rena-doll completely did away with fingering her pussy and focused solely on the wires, grabbing several handfuls of them and disconnecting and reconnecting them, each electric jolt more powerful and pleasure-inducing than the last. So much so, in fact, that she had been completely ignoring several warning messages building up in her log files, even though she was blurting them out as they came.

“Ohhh-h-o-h-Warning: severe fluctuation detected. Fuck… So hot-so-so-so hot-Electrical overload detected. Component failure imminent. Mmmh… Hol-hoho-ho-holy shit…” Her moaning and panting, which was already laden with distortion and erratic audio glitches, was constantly interrupted by emergency warning messages, and the cold, clinical tone with which they were announced contrasted sharply with her passionate yelps of pleasure. To her, this partial lack of control only served as another reminder that she was a machine, built and programmed to enjoy stimulation, even if this wasn’t the exact type of stimulation she should be enjoying. It didn’t matter, of course; it was still stimulation that her systems registered as pleasure, and she needed more of it. The rena-doll continued to jerk the wires around. Her motions became more erratic, causing the wires to occasionally jump into the wrong socket, as well as dislodge a couple of components. The mixed signals caused even more junk data to flow through her systems, trapping her in a vicious cycle of pleasure and malfunctions.

“I-i-iIII-I am… So fuck-so fu-fu-fuuuuucking… Hooottt~” the Rena-doll shouted at nobody in particular. The power and resources allocated to several of her higher functions were gradually decreased for the sake of keeping the sexual systems adequately powered to handle the immense load they were under. This only served to reinforce the aforementioned vicious cycle, as it meant that her higher functions were reduced to only those that were deemed essential to complete sexual tasks. Given that the fall she had suffered moments before had completely shattered one of her power management circuits, there were no safeguards in place to end the cycle, save for an overload-induced orgasmic emergency shutdown.

“I am. Am. A-aaaam. I am se-se-sexy robo-do-ooooll. Fucking hot. -click- Fu-fucking ho-hoooooott...” she stuttered as her systems were becoming more and more unstable with every passing second. The sparks flying inside and outside of her plastic chassis were now accompanied by electrical arcs jumping between her circuits, causing her systems to grow even more unstable and puffs of smoke to start billowing from the cracks and holes in her body. Her emergency subsystems kicked in and attempted to cut off power to all but the most basic components in order to stop her from damaging herself further, but it was all for naught. The fruit juice, combined with copious amounts of lubricant gushing from her rubber pussy, left her internals completely soaked and prone to electrical short circuits, essentially forcing all of her circuit assemblies and major components to stay online and continue overloading themselves no matter what.

Any hope of the Rena-doll’s systems regaining stability had disappeared, as she was all but reduced to a glitching, twitching doll automaton, capable only of thinking about how much of a sexy robot doll she was and how good the electricity coursing through her body felt. Her movements were completely uncoordinated, from the erratic spasms of her arms and legs to the random tics of her facial features. Her vocalizations were even less coherent, consisting mostly of distorted moans and malformed error messages. The only words she could utter that made a semblance of sense were ‘sexy’, ‘hot’, ‘robot’, ‘doll’, etc., with no such instance being used in a complete sentence or phrase.

The small Rena-bot’s internals and plastic exterior were lit up with sparks and electrical arcs. The soundscape of the greenhouse was thoroughly polluted with electrical buzzing, the whining of high-pitched servos, distorted hissing from burnt and ruined circuitry, and a heavily-distorted, robotic female voice uttering random, nonsensical syllables. The cacophony of mechanical failure steadily rose in pitch and intensity, until finally, a sharp snap and a bright flash of light emanated from the broken robo-doll, and she lay completely motionless and lifeless on the floor, with black and while smoke pouring from the seams and tears in her chassis. All that could be heard from her body was one phrase, repeated over and over in a tinny, distorted, monotone voice. “Sexy. So good. Error. Sexy. So good. Error. Sexy. So good...”

She continued to say nothing else, her face and lips frozen and contorted into a bizarre expression of overwhelming ecstasy. Eventually, her power reserves had run completely dry, and her voice dwindled down like a cheap toy with old batteries, until she uttered the phrase one final time before falling completely silent.

Days turned into weeks as the mangled robot doll lay motionless in the greenhouse. The local fauna passed it by, occasionally giving it a curious glance but leaving it relatively undisturbed. The only thing that interacted with the doll was the greenhouse’s integrated sprinkler system, which gradually washed away the fruit juice that was stuck onto its circuits.

Surprisingly, several of the doll’s auxiliary components were left intact, including the experimental solar panels embedded into her plastic exterior shell. The bright sunlight helped to evaporate the water in her internals, and after several weeks, her reserves had accumulated enough energy to boot back up. Over the course of roughly one month, the Rena-doll had made a miraculous recovery and was once again operational, albeit in a severely crippled condition. Her bootup sequence consisted of her circuits letting out several panicked beeps as they tried to self-repair and reroute power, as well as her incessant babbling consisting of a string of hastily smashed together error messages. Eventually, however, her neural systems managed to come online, and she was once again aware of herself in her surroundings. Her tactile sensors were going haywire, and was instantly thrust into a world of pain upon bootup as she called out in a strained voice: “Gyaaaah…!! What… Is going on…!?”

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It was mid-afternoon on the island of Ostrov Kosti. The sun was shining brightly upon the alternatively vibrant and desolate landscape. In one tiny corner of the island lay a deserted greenhouse, its structure decayed and overrun with a variety of flora, including that which doesn’t grow natively in northeastern Europe. Several sounds of nature echoed throughout the surroundings of the dilapidated greenhouse. Birds were chirping and flapping their wings, the waves of the ocean crashed against the nearby rocky coastline, and droplets of water tumbled down the leaves of the plants in the greenhouse as its hydroponics pipe system was leaking.

Closer to the surface, however, a completely different type of soundscape emerges, one of a mechanical nature. Servo motors were whirring and whining erratically, an electrical hum interrupted by an occasional spark and buzz, and a heavily distorted female voice spouting what seems to be random nonsense. These odd sounds were coming from a malfunctioning Renamon robo-doll. She was splayed on the floor, twitching violently with a bag full of red fruit on top of her body. Red fruit juice dripped from the bag as she spasmed uncontrollably, and seeped into a huge crack in her lower torso, continuously shorting out her exposed internal circuitry. A shower of sparks and electrical arcs were expelled from the huge gash as she babbled on and on.

“Se-severe damage to-t-tooooo-- *bzt* Overload-o-overload. Unstable dete-deteeeecting unstable fluflufluctuaaaa-a-aation…” While she spoke, her facial expression appeared blank and frozen with her black and light blue eyes staring straight ahead focused on nothing at all, and her mouth was completely out of sync with the words coming from her speakers. Her arms and legs behaved similarly, spasming and bending at odd angles, alternating between moving unnaturally smoothly and twitching to the point of vibrating. Her tail was twitching just as violently, so much so that it almost could’ve snapped itself clean out of its socket.

Eventually, her systems could take no more and her entire body went limp. Her voice trailed off into slowed down, distorted speech before falling completely silent. Moments later, her body emitted several beeps as her systems automatically restarted. Her body still twitched uncontrollably, although significantly less so than before. She blinked a few times as her neural systems came back online. Suddenly, she winced and took in a sharp breath as the extreme pain from the middle of her severely damaged body began to register.

“Gyaaaah…!! What… Is going on…!?” She said in a strained voice. Lifting herself up from the floor a bit, she could see the bag of fruit sitting on top of her body. Some of the fruit was squished, causing its juices to seep out and onto her body and circuitry. Although the hard restart had managed to stabilize her systems, there was still the occasional short circuit. She saw the huge crack in her torso, along with the delicate circuits and mechanisms that were being ruined by the puddle of juice that was forming. With every spark that flew from the exposed wires, her legs spasmed for a split second.

She let out a gasp and looked at the crack in her chassis in disbelief. “Oh, my… How could this have happened…?” She wondered out loud. What was she doing with a bag of fruit, anyway? Did she have any use for it?

As more of her system processes came back online, she was able to read through her log files. She remembered now that her objective was to scavenge for ingredients for a new type of recharging drink, using fruit high in electrolytes instead of mushrooms. Apparently, she had found a strawberry bush to pick from, if the fruits in the bag were any indication. However, that still left the question of how she was damaged unanswered.

Looking around and scanning her surroundings, she found the strawberry bush directly above her. It was suspended on a grow bed a couple of meters from the ground. A fall from that height coupled with a bad landing would certainly present some problems for a robo-doll like her, and unfortunately for her, she’s suffered both. From then on, she would have to be careful not to put herself in any more danger if she wanted to return to base in one piece.

“Wow… Never knew I could climb that high,” she chuckled to herself. “ I’ll need to remember not to overdo it, though… No matter. I’ve got what I came for. Time to take this back to base.” She slid the bag to the side to give her room to stand up, and she gasped once again in horror at the extent of the damage done to her body. As it turns out, the juice was seeping through not just a crack, but a huge tear in her plastic chassis which ran the entire length of the torso. To make matters worse, a lot of the circuits and wires seemed to be severed, and the ball joint connecting the two halves of her body was cracked and chipped, as well. It was just intact enough to hold together, but like a house of cards, one wrong movement would cause total structural failure.

“Damn… This is much worse than I thought. I’ve definitely pushed my body to its absolute limit this time. Ah, well… Live and learn, I suppose… Now, steady...” She muttered, trying her hardest to keep her body in one piece while she stood up. She moved very slowly, keeping her lower and upper body pressed together and trying not to stretch her body at all. The broken joint seemed to hold up fairly well given the circumstances, but it soon became evident that she was in no condition to walk at all.

As she bent to transition from lying down to sitting up, she could feel something in her body sliding around, and hear the sound of two pieces of plastic scraping against each other. Nonetheless, she tried to complete the motion and push herself up off the ground, but just as she was ready to stand back up, there was a distinct snap, and her entire upper body fell back down.

“Ow…! What the hell just…?” Another shower of sparks poured from the tear, causing her legs to spasm once more. She looked down once more to find that the joint was now completely severed, and there was nothing connecting the two halves of her body now except for a few wires.

“Oh, fuck…! Now what am I going to do!? Should I call for help? Hm… That could pose a big risk, especially out here. I could try repairing myself, but I don’t have any tools… Well, it’s not like I have any other choice…” She sighed, shaking her head as she tried not to panic. She grunted and gasped in pain as she moved, virtually helpless with no way out of this situation. But, despite the excruciating pain… She actually began to enjoy the odd sensations coming from the malfunctioning systems in her legs. Every spark and twitch sent an indescribable tingle through her processors… Her sexual systems, in particular. Her worries about not making it back to base gradually melted away as her sexual systems were being fed garbled data, eventually fully activating them.

She could feel her purple panties getting wet as her vaginal module automatically lubricated itself. Her panicked breathing turned into moaning as her focus and mindset began to change. “Mm… Oh, it’s not every day that my body is like this… Maybe, I should have a little bit of fun while I can~” she moaned. Suddenly, her body being torn in half went from a problem to an opportunity.

Since her two halves were still connected by wires, the motor and sensory I/O were still largely intact, so she could still move her legs around and even feel from them. On her command, her legs began to push off of the ground. They moved with an unnatural smoothness, and the servos in her legs whirred loudly. As her hips moved up off of the ground, her upper body was dragged forward and the wires connecting her two halves were stretched taut. The sudden twitches from her damaged motor control systems caused the exposed components to shift and move around, letting loose more electrical sparks which only served to stimulate her further. She let out a clipped, distorted moan as electricity coursed through the gap between her upper and lower body.

Her legs came to rest in a kneeling position, with her torso still lying flat on the ground. Her legs and hips turned around to ‘face’ the Rena-doll’s upper body. She was looking at her disembodied kneeling legs, smiling and fondling her large D-cup breasts while moaning and cooing.

“Mmm, yes… That’s it… Now, to get up close and personal with myself~” she moaned. She commanded her legs to shimmy towards her. They did so, albeit slowly and with occasional twitching, not that she minded at all. In fact, it only seemed to enhance her experience, as did the servos in her legs whirring loudly. She reached out to touch and grab her legs. They felt like hard plastic, serving as a reminder that she was a robotic doll; a machine programmed to enjoy sexual activity. She commanded her legs to travel just a bit further, and spread just enough so that they came to rest on both sides of her torso.
She got a good look at her underside, a view better than any she could’ve gotten if her body were in one piece. Once her legs were right on top of her and the wires keeping them powered up were stretched taut, her knees bent and compressed, lowering her hips and bringing her soft plastic butt closer to her face. She extended her arms upwards and groped herself, licking her lips.

“Mmm… My goodness, I had no idea I looked this good from this angle… If I had a clone, I wouldn’t hesitate to fuck myself~” she said in a breathy, seductive tone. Her purple panties became wetter still with her lubricant, with some it dripping right on her face. She couldn’t help but giggle and moan as it was dripping on her. She began preparing herself even more, pulling her panties down so that they wouldn’t get in the way.

Her knees continued to bend down until they came to rest directly on top of the Rena-doll’s face; she was practically sitting on herself at this point. Her butt was squished right on top of her face, and she was enjoying every minute of it, licking her own pussy and moaning loudly, slurping up all of the lubricant that rained down on her.

“Oohh… How have I not done this before…?” she said as she continued to lick. All of this stimulation caused her very sensitive, already-damaged sexual systems to short out for a moment and send another burst of random data to her processors. Lubricant gushed out of her vaginal module and she let out a loud, distorted moan that sounded like a voice recording played back repeatedly.

She began to explore the rest of her lower body, her hands running all over her butt, her hips, and finally, the huge metal- and wire-laden stump where the rest of her body would normally be. She reached inside, feeling all of her internal components and circuits. Admittedly, she had no idea exactly what went on in there, but didn’t matter all that much; all she knew was that whenever her components shorted out, her entire body tingled in a way that she’d never experienced before.

“I wonder… What would happen if I stimulated myself… Like this~?” She giggled and kept one hand low, hovering over her vaginal module, ready to provide more stimulation as she needed it. Her other arm, meanwhile, was probing around her exposed internals, looking for anything that might spark stimulation, literally speaking. At random, she grabbed whatever cables happened to be within her reach and began jiggling them a bit. As the wires were loosened, they let out some sparks in between the gaps, causing her to twitch and moan more.

“O-ohh… Yes, that’s it… Mmm…” she moaned as the tingling sensation returned. As soon as it begun, however, it ended, as some of the cables had been partially disconnected, causing some of her sensory devices to deactivate.

“Mm… Wait… What? Weird, I can’t feel a thing anymore… Literally,” she observed. That’s when she realized that some of the cables were loose and no longer sending any information or power to some of her systems. She scrambled to get them plugged back in and jammed them back into their ports. The once deactivated components suddenly came back online, and the sudden jolt of energy rushing through the live cables caused the ports to spark, causing the tingling sensation to return stronger than before. A long stream of lubricant squirted out of her pussy, showering the Rena-doll’s face.

“O-oohhh… That was -- Warning: unstable energy fluctuation detected. -- amazing… Wha-- what did I say?” She was startled, as some of the words coming from her mouth weren’t her own. “Oh, just one of those system messages…”

She chose to ignore the message and press on with the exploration of her body’s internals, looking for more cables to mess with. Then, an idea struck: what if she were to continuously disconnect and reconnect the cables inside of her? That tingling, combined with the data received from stimulating her vaginal unit… It was sure to give her the orgasm of a lifetime.

Her left hand continued to hover close to her vaginal unit’s opening, while her right hand fished around her stump, looking for another cluster of wires to tamper with. “All right, that should do it,” she said as she gripped the wires in her hand tight. “Now, let’s see just how much I can take!” With a good tug, she dislodged the wires from their ports, and some of her sensors and motor controls systems switched off immediately, causing her legs to slump down further and press against her chest. She couldn’t feel just how deeply her fingers and hand were wedged inside of her vaginal module, until she plugged the cables back in. With every loose cable reconnected, several packets of junk data spread throughout her systems, causing that indescribable tingle. That sensation only seemed to intensify the more cables were reconnected, and she caught on to this fact rather quickly. What’s more, it seemed as though the could generate more pleasure data by messing around with the wires than playing around with her vaginal module the way her instruction manual said to do. With that, the rena-doll completely did away with fingering her pussy and focused solely on the wires, grabbing several handfuls of them and disconnecting and reconnecting them, each electric jolt more powerful and pleasure-inducing than the last. So much so, in fact, that she had been completely ignoring several warning messages building up in her log files, even though she was blurting them out as they came.

“Ohhh-h-o-h-Warning: severe fluctuation detected. Fuck… So hot-so-so-so hot-Electrical overload detected. Component failure imminent. Mmmh… Hol-hoho-ho-holy shit…” Her moaning and panting, which was already laden with distortion and erratic audio glitches, was constantly interrupted by emergency warning messages, and the cold, clinical tone with which they were announced contrasted sharply with her passionate yelps of pleasure. To her, this partial lack of control only served as another reminder that she was a machine, built and programmed to enjoy stimulation, even if this wasn’t the exact type of stimulation she should be enjoying. It didn’t matter, of course; it was still stimulation that her systems registered as pleasure, and she needed more of it. The rena-doll continued to jerk the wires around. Her motions became more erratic, causing the wires to occasionally jump into the wrong socket, as well as dislodge a couple of components. The mixed signals caused even more junk data to flow through her systems, trapping her in a vicious cycle of pleasure and malfunctions.

“I-i-iIII-I am… So fuck-so fu-fu-fuuuuucking… Hooottt~” the Rena-doll shouted at nobody in particular. The power and resources allocated to several of her higher functions were gradually decreased for the sake of keeping the sexual systems adequately powered to handle the immense load they were under. This only served to reinforce the aforementioned vicious cycle, as it meant that her higher functions were reduced to only those that were deemed essential to complete sexual tasks. Given that the fall she had suffered moments before had completely shattered one of her power management circuits, there were no safeguards in place to end the cycle, save for an overload-induced orgasmic emergency shutdown.

“I am. Am. A-aaaam. I am se-se-sexy robo-do-ooooll. Fucking hot. -click- Fu-fucking ho-hoooooott...” she stuttered as her systems were becoming more and more unstable with every passing second. The sparks flying inside and outside of her plastic chassis were now accompanied by electrical arcs jumping between her circuits, causing her systems to grow even more unstable and puffs of smoke to start billowing from the cracks and holes in her body. Her emergency subsystems kicked in and attempted to cut off power to all but the most basic components in order to stop her from damaging herself further, but it was all for naught. The fruit juice, combined with copious amounts of lubricant gushing from her rubber pussy, left her internals completely soaked and prone to electrical short circuits, essentially forcing all of her circuit assemblies and major components to stay online and continue overloading themselves no matter what.

Any hope of the Rena-doll’s systems regaining stability had disappeared, as she was all but reduced to a glitching, twitching doll automaton, capable only of thinking about how much of a sexy robot doll she was and how good the electricity coursing through her body felt. Her movements were completely uncoordinated, from the erratic spasms of her arms and legs to the random tics of her facial features. Her vocalizations were even less coherent, consisting mostly of distorted moans and malformed error messages. The only words she could utter that made a semblance of sense were ‘sexy’, ‘hot’, ‘robot’, ‘doll’, etc., with no such instance being used in a complete sentence or phrase.

The small Rena-bot’s internals and plastic exterior were lit up with sparks and electrical arcs. The soundscape of the greenhouse was thoroughly polluted with electrical buzzing, the whining of high-pitched servos, distorted hissing from burnt and ruined circuitry, and a heavily-distorted, robotic female voice uttering random, nonsensical syllables. The cacophony of mechanical failure steadily rose in pitch and intensity, until finally, a sharp snap and a bright flash of light emanated from the broken robo-doll, and she lay completely motionless and lifeless on the floor, with black and while smoke pouring from the seams and tears in her chassis. All that could be heard from her body was one phrase, repeated over and over in a tinny, distorted, monotone voice. “Sexy. So good. Error. Sexy. So good. Error. Sexy. So good...”

She continued to say nothing else, her face and lips frozen and contorted into a bizarre expression of overwhelming ecstasy. Eventually, her power reserves had run completely dry, and her voice dwindled down like a cheap toy with old batteries, until she uttered the phrase one final time before falling completely silent.

Days turned into weeks as the mangled robot doll lay motionless in the greenhouse. The local fauna passed it by, occasionally giving it a curious glance but leaving it relatively undisturbed. The only thing that interacted with the doll was the greenhouse’s integrated sprinkler system, which gradually washed away the fruit juice that was stuck onto its circuits.

Surprisingly, several of the doll’s auxiliary components were left intact, including the experimental solar panels embedded into her plastic exterior shell. The bright sunlight helped to evaporate the water in her internals, and after several weeks, her reserves had accumulated enough energy to boot back up. Over the course of roughly one month, the Rena-doll had made a miraculous recovery and was once again operational, albeit in a severely crippled condition. Her bootup sequence consisted of her circuits letting out several panicked beeps as they tried to self-repair and reroute power, as well as her incessant babbling consisting of a string of hastily smashed together error messages. Eventually, however, her neural systems managed to come online, and she was once again aware of herself in her surroundings. Her tactile sensors were going haywire, and was instantly thrust into a world of pain upon bootup as she called out in a strained voice: “Gyaaaah…!! What… Is going on…!?”

Hana's Rebirth and Death

2020-02-02T19:10:08Z

YajuShinki:

'''WRITTEN BY:''' [[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]<br>
'''COMMISSIONED BY:''' Thurosis

After a heart-wrenching and traumatizing defeat, Tora returned to his home in Torigoth and walked straight up to his laboratory, laying out the several pieces of what remained of Hana on the table. There was far too little left of her to repair her, so he had no choice but to rebuild her entirely. It took almost an entire month of nonstop hard work, but she was finally rebuilt and upgraded.

With the chassis finally done and assembled, Tora hooked it up to the power main and conked out, leaving Hana to charge overnight. There was, however, one crucial component that he forgot about: her AI software. It was still suspended in the same weird state it was in during the battle. In the middle of the night, once her systems had enough power, Hana suddenly came back online.

She still remembered that she was tasked with defeating the Territorial Rotbart, but now that it was out of the picture, she had to choose a new target. In order to do that, she decided to roam around in search of a new opponent.

Her travels took her all the way to the gates of Mor Ardain, an industrial metropolis with heavily armed guards patrolling the gates. As soon as she approached the entrance, a couple of guards blocked and stood in her way, weapons unsheathed.

“Halt, intruder!” shouted one of them. “Present your identification or leave immediately!” ordered the other.

Hana simply stared at them with a blank expression and said, “New targets identified and registered. Continuing execution of previous command.”

The two guards looked at each other, confused. In that split second, she managed to lunge at one of them and knock them unconscious in one blow and landed a hit on the other, but not before he was able to yell for backup. Before long, Hana was fighting against a multitude of guards. Though they had strength in numbers, none of them were able to land a single blow on Hana. The fight didn’t last long, however, as the long journey to Mor Ardain had used up most of her energy. Suddenly, her body stiffened up and she stood immobile, uttering the words, “Warning: power reserves critically low. Commencing emergency shutdown.” before collapsing onto the floor.

The guards stood in a circle around the downed android, looking in awe as they saw that their opponent was a machine. They talked amongst themselves, wondering what to do with her. Toss her into an incinerator? Sell her off for scrap? No, somebody had an even better idea: haul her to the laboratories and have the eggheads cut into her to see what makes her tick, and maybe they’ll have a new super-robo-guard afterward!

It was settled, then. Hana’s body was carried into the confines of Mor Ardain, straight to the industrial lab complex.

The gynoid’s body was carried into a vacant laboratory examination room, where a couple of scientists, a man and a woman, were waiting for the surprise shipment. There was an examination table and an array of tools ready to carve into their specimen. At first, they were confused.

“A girl!?” the male scientist shouted. “You want me to dissect a girl!? If you wanted to have her as a guard, you should have taken her to the correctional facility to interrogate her!”

“Look closely,” the guard urged. “You’ll find that she’s not what she appears to be.”

They took a closer look and gasped as they felt the skin. It felt almost like skin, but not quite… It was high-quality plastic designed to feel like synthetic skin. The two scientists got to work immediately, preparing the examination table for their apparently synthetic specimen. They lifted Hana’s lifeless body and placed it down on the table. With the press of a button, a series of clamps revealed themselves and protruded from the table, positioned right in between her arms and legs. They sealed shut with a whirr-clang, squeezing down hard on Hana’s joints. They stripped her of clothing and accessories, leaving the entirety of her bare skin exposed. The seams of the skin panels were clearly defined, and along some of them were indicator lights embedded into the skin itself. They were all turned off, indicating total system failure.

“Alright, first thing’s first,” the male scientist said. “Now that we’ve got her restrained, let’s get her systems up and running again.”

They were able to find an interface panel by pulling back Hana’s purple hair, where there were several ports and connectors with their description etched onto the skin. They hooked her up to the lab room’s power supply, and the indicator lights on her skin began to flash orange as her systems began to boot up.

After a few moments, she spoke with a metallic, tiny voice. “Error: Unit Hana-JD is unable to reboot from previous session. Loading backup image HBAK_00106549…” Her eyes flashed green a few times before she blinked and suddenly jerked awake, looking around frantically. “Where am I!? Who are you!? Toraaa!! Tora, help!! Where are yoouuu?!!?” she shouted.

“Silence!” the guard commanded. “You have been caught trespassing and attempting to enter Mor Ardain, and assaulted and caused severe injury to a guard member. Normally, we would sentence you to forced servitude, but seeing how you are not a person, but a machine, you will be disassembled for research.”

“W-what!? No, wait! I don’t even know how I got he-IIIYYYAAAAGH!!” Her protesting was cut short by a sudden electrical shock from the power supply.

“You are to remain silent until the procedure is over,” the female scientist demanded. “By which point, you will have been rebuilt and reprogrammed to serve as a robot patrol guard.”

She shook her head, mumbling panickedly and begging. Once again, her begging was cut short, this time by a loud buzzing sound and a blinding light. A high-powered laser mounted from the ceiling was being used to cut into her skin, its beam focused on and running along the seams, with a thin stream of smoke flowing from the skin and metal, along with an occasional spark whenever a magnetic seal was undone. Parts of the skin were seared and melted, leaving a mixture of plastic and dissolved vinyl dripping onto the table with the consistency of jelly. With every seal broken and magnetic subcircuit fried, the skin panel’s indicator light flickered and dimmed until it fully unlocked with a distinct clink as it was unfastened from its slot.

“Now, then, let’s see what you’re made of…” the female scientist said as she pried the central skin panel on Hana’s chest away from her body. Although the magnetic seal was disabled, it was still attached to the other neighboring panels via interlocking slits, so it took quite a lot of force to fully detach it. The guard stepped in and began prying off the skin panel, with Hana grunting in extreme pain as her artificial nerves were generating erratic data. As he wiggled and shook the panel around trying to pry it loose, the panel let out a metallic groan as it was being bent and disfigured. Bits and pieces of the slits on the armor layer broke off with a ping, along with the small connectors inside of them, which let out a puff of sparks and a short buzz as they were severed. Light blue coolant that was once flowing through the microtubules embedded inside the panel now spurted out of the severed connectors in short bursts. Once it was fully removed, the guard handed the panel to the first scientist, who studied the cross section carefully.

She got a scalpel from the nearby toolset and began to cut through the outer skin layer, carving out a sample of the material for analysis. Inside the resulting hole, there was a thick layer of metal that was clearly different from the interior layer. Whereas the inner layer looked like it was made of some sort of sheet metal, this intermediate layer took on the appearance of kevlar, although it was much shinier in appearance.

“Hmm… Outer skin layer with indicator lights, RF shielding with embedded circuitry on the innermost layer and… What’s this? A bulletproof armor layer? Heavily reinforced, it would seem… No wonder our guards couldn’t stop you.”

“P-please, ma’am… I just want to go back home now…” Hana whimpered as she was examined. The scientists simply ignored her as they continued their research.

“Alright, let’s focus our attention on the extremities for now,” the male scientist decided. “We’ll save the best for last.”

They began the process once more on the skin panels on her legs, using a laser to fry the magnetic circuits sealing the panels, and melting the skin to expose the physical slits on the armor layer. It wasn’t long before the entire lab room began to smell of burnt plastic. By the time they were finished, Hana’s legs were completely stripped of skin and armor, leaving behind… Quite a lot, actually. Even at the extremities, Hana’s internals were quite intricate, despite appearing simple. Her skeleton was composed of several rods of tungsten-titanium alloy with hydraulic valves to allow for high force output, surrounded by several sets of elastic artificial muscle fabric and metallic armored casing. The circuitry and wiring was cleverly hidden in the space between the muscle and endoskeleton, leaving more room for more powerful servos, larger muscles, and thicker armor plating.

“Hmm… Definitely quite a lot of raw power under the hood, no doubt thanks to its simple construction,” the second scientist observed. “Now, then, let’s split this leg open in order to get a cross section.” He brought the high-power laser over to the leg, recalibrated and aimed it at the upper leg, and fired it up. As soon as the beam hit the muscle fabric, the bundles of muscle began disintegrating and loosening, leaving behind several stray hairlike strands. The smoke emanating from the singed muscle was much thicker this time. While the scientists carefully observed and studied the components’ reactions, Hana shook her head, urging the scientists to stop to no avail.

“Ahh, I see. Artificial muscle designed to mimic the human muscle,” the male scientist observed. “It appears to be composed of strands of carbon nanotubes reinforced with synthetic fiber.” He noticed that the muscles began to saturate themselves with a blue liquid. It was seeping out of the muscle bundles and pouring out of the severed strands. “What do you suppose that blue liquid could be?” he asked his colleague.

“It’s most likely coolant, given the unusual color and the fact that it’s preventing the muscle strands from catching fire,” she explained. “As for the composition of the--”

Without any warning, the leg began to spasm wildly, shaking and vibrating in place as the muscles and servos were going haywire. A shower of blue sparks and electrical arcs spewed out of the incision made by the laser, and Hana let out a long, loud, heavily distorted scream, almost drowning out the electrical buzzing of the circuits and the whirring, whining, and jackhammering of the hyperactive motors.

“What the hell…!?” the scientists shouted out. The guard grabbed hold of his weapon, ready to draw it and call for backup just in case the gynoid’s escape attempt was successful. Although Hana’s entire body was violently spasming and convulsing, it didn’t appear to be an escape attempt at all. Her facial expression was contorted, and changing rapidly as she was spasming, a clear indicator that she wasn’t in control at all.

After a few moments of cacophony, she suddenly fell silent and still, the half-severed leg had stopped spasming and shorting out, and even the coolant spillage had slowed down considerably as her systems automatically cut off system service to her leg. The guard and scientists relaxed a bit, although they were still very much on edge and worried that it might happen again.

Looking at the cross section of the leg, it was easy to see the root cause of the malfunction. Once the laser beam had breached the interior circuitry, which is normally hidden by the muscle chambers, several of the embedded circuits had shorted out at once, with the voltage controller being one of them. This caused the flow of electrical current to become unregulated, triggering a feedback loop that overloaded the other circuits and propagated throughout all of her systems.

“Shit, how could we have missed that!?” the female scientist griped.

“Don’t worry,” her colleague assured her. “We still have one perfectly good leg left.” He then grabbed the severed lower leg, giving it a yank in order to loosen it. The remaining circuits and muscle fibers separated from the body with a rip and a snap, along with a little trickle of coolant still leaking. He placed the severed leg on a neighboring table, then focused his attention towards the other leg.

They repeated the same process on the other leg, stripping it of its skin entirely to reveal the metal skeleton and bundles of muscle fabrics. This time around, they’ve learned their lesson and instead tried decoupling the leg right at the joint. Right at the base, where the servo array was, lay the composite ball joint. It was surrounded by several circuits and connectors, which were fairly easy to disconnect. The leg was completely immobile, allowing the scientist to loosen the joint. It unlatched with a metallic clink, and the female scientist set the stripped leg down on the table next to Hana. They called for another scientist and had him disassemble the leg while they went to work on the arms.

Hana’s arms got the same treatment, and while the overall composition of the arms were the same as the legs, it was packed with much more machinery. Each of the forearms housed their own miniature power generator hooked up to a small embedded plasma cannon. The cannon itself was split into several sections, each one folded into the musculature to save space.

“Well, now, this certainly looks interesting…” the male scientist said, prodding the cannon’s connectors with metal contacts. The current running through the contacts triggered the plasma cannon to activate. The small servos inside Hana’s hand joints whirred softly as they folded inwards, with the cannon components extending and taking their place. The contraption came to life, emitting a low electrical hum to indicate its activation. The scientist disconnected her arm’s circuits and mechanics from Hana’s body, putting it on the same table as the severed legs. All that was left of Hana now was half a leg, an arm, a torso and head. But, they weren’t quite finished with her yet.

There was a single skin panel missing from her chest, and through it one could see her most delicate, complicated systems such as her portable fusion generator and primary controller CPU. It was inactive due to the malfunction she suffered moments ago, so the scientist decided to jump-start it by poking one of the CPU contacts with a charged contact rod.

Her body spasmed for a brief moment, although not as severely as before, and her face was frozen with a shocked expression.

“AA\\\\AAAA////A… Oh… What was that…? It hurt…” she mumbled after she regained consciousness.

“There we are,” the female scientist said, dismissing her question. “Now we can study your software as well as your hardware. You know what to do,” she said, nodding to her colleague.

“On it,” he replied as he brought the laser back up to her chest. Although he was careful not to cut into any of the internal components with the beam, it did occasionally shine on her circuits, causing her to freeze up, spasm, or randomly speak in a distorted voice. As if her body wasn’t already advanced enough, her chest was packed with even more advanced tech, such as an array of dedicated systems control CPUs hidden inside a bay in between her breasts, flexible pouches filled with coolant and active fusion fuel, and of course, at her very core, the ether furnace that supplied her with energy and life. There was a release button on her CPU bay. The female scientist pressed it, and with a hydraulic hiss, out popped a tray with a motherboard holding all of the CPU cores.

She grabbed hold of one of them, labeled ‘MOTOR’. “I don’t think you’ll be needing this, seeing how you’re unable to move anyway,” the female scientist said with a chuckle as she slid the core out of its socket. It came loose with a click, and her internals let out a series of beeps and whirs as her servos and muscles relaxed.

“Mhm… Looks just like any ordinary processor… But with significantly more data contacts,” she observed, then tossed the core to where her severed limbs were. She then pressed another button to release the clamps restraining her body, as she was no longer in control of it at all. Her body slumped and slid down the table a bit before it was picked up by the two scientists and relocated to the same table as her severed limbs.

“I think we’ve gathered enough information on her hardware to reconfigure her, now let’s try to take control of and reconfigure her mind,” he suggested, and plugged in another cable on the same interface panel as the power cord in the side of her head, connecting her to one of the laboratory’s computer terminals.

“Huh…? What are you-- Maintenance mode activated. High-level processes have been temporarily suspended,”she said in the same metallic voice as before. The terminal had instantly triggered her maintenance mode upon first contact, as it was programmed to do.

“Perfect! We’re in already. It seems as though her interfaces are the same as most other automatons,” he observed. “Now, then… This should simply be a matter of loading the package and letting it do its work.” He typed a series of commands into the terminal, then pressed Return.

“Loading package ASSM22-Guard… Loaded successfully,” she droned. “Now installing… Please do not shut down or reconfigure this unit.” A beep came from her head, and her detached arm twitched slightly. “Warning. Hardware anomalies detected. Ignoring and continuing installation.” A spark flew from the empty socket where her motor control chip belonged. “Error. Motor control module missing.” Her head and neck turned sharply to one side, with the servos inside whirring loudly as they moved. “Err-error. This unit -bzzt- unit’s hardware is severely dam-dam-damaged. Attemptinginginging repppaaaaaairrsss.” Her voice slowed down and became even more distorted and her head violently jerked side to side as her processors were running a motor control test, but with the necessary chip missing, all it managed to do was cause her servos to spin out of control and her processors to overload. Although the limbs were detached, they maintained wireless communication with her ‘brain’. Although the wireless connection was used only for diagnostic purposes, the maintenance routines bypass this limitation by default, allowing them to move even when severed. In this case, the detached limbs were twitching and jerking around, with a shower of sparks and coolant flowing from the stumps on both ends.

“Shit! Make it stop! Cancel the process!!” she pleaded to her colleague.

“I can’t; there’s no option to cancel it! The only way to do that would be to disconnect its power sources!” he replied.

“Then do it!!” she yelled.

Before they had the opportunity to do so, however, smoke began to pour out of Hana’s exposed systems as they twitched and jerked more violently, with her head detaching itself from her body from the sheer force. It came apart with a nasty metallic groan and loud ripping sound.

“Repairs failed. Severe hardware damage. Hana-JD unit rebooting. Re-re-rebooting. Error. Unable to reboot. Severe hardware hardwaaaaaare failure. Error. Rebooting. Error. Rebooting errrebootingerr…” Her voice grew in pitch, and the distortion intensified along with it as she was caught in yet another feedback loop. A hatch in her head popped open to reveal the primary CPU cores, some of which were smoking hot and surrounded with sparks electrical arcs. Eventually, her systems could take no more and with one final burst of energy, a bright flash of blue light emanated from her body, caused by sparks and electrical arcs jumping between all parts of her body.

By the time the ordeal was over, Hana’s body parts were splayed all over the lab floor, with several of the internal components loose, ripped or charred. Hana’s head lay lifeless on the table, with an expression that could only be described as ahegao gone wrong. With one last breath, it uttered in an extremely deep, slowed down, distorted voice. “Rreeeeboootiiiingggg…”

“Well, shit…” the female scientist moped. “What now? We could have had a super-soldier on our hands!”

“We still might,” he said with a shrug. “Some of her parts are still salvageable, including the CPU. and some of her memory drives.”

They sighed and began picking up the pieces, putting them all in a bucket and closing the lid once they were done. The CPU and memory drives were separated from the rest of the components and placed on a shelf. Now, Hana (or what remains of her) was reduced to nothing but spare parts for the scientists and scholars of Mor Ardain to pick from for their projects.

Hana's Rebirth and Death

2020-02-02T19:09:49Z

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Hana's Catastrophic Failure

2020-02-02T19:08:22Z

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'''WRITTEN BY:''' [[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]<br>

'''COMMISSIONED BY:''' Thurosis
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Tonight was quite a special and soon to be exciting night. Tora had finally put the finishing touches on his artificial Blade, Hana, more specifically, her newest and strongest form, Hana JD. After her upgrades, she most certainly looked all grown up, and now it was time to see whether or not her abilities had grown as well.<br>

The two of them had left their home in Torigoth to search for a suitable training ground: one with a high concentration of monsters, preferably some more powerful monsters dotted around as well. After a few more moments of roaming around the landscape, they stopped and descended upon a stretch of land that seemed to be the perfect setting for a test of strength: the Plains of Evening Calm, with flat terrain with a few trees and bushes dotted around the landscape, clear skies, and a bridge in the near distance that could serve as an escape route should things go downhill.<br>

While Hana surveyed the land, her optical sensors could make out a moving figure of sorts. Zooming in on the figure, she could see that it was a massive, towering, ape-like creature. As they got closer and closer, they could feel the ground trembling beneath them as the giant primate monster stomped about. Although they were determined, the two couldn’t help but feel somewhat nervous about this ‘test.’ What if they get knocked out in one hit? Would Rex and the others be able to get to them in time? Maybe playing dead would convince it to leave? Despite their doubts, they figured that it would be a waste to turn back now; the opportunity was right there in front of them! Besides, the plan was to head for the bridge as soon as things got too dicey.<br>

They approached the beast cautiously. Examining it closely, it was a Territorial Rotbart, a Gogol beast known for its brute strength, yet also known for its relatively weak defense; it could only guard attacks from the front, so they could most likely unleash a sneak attack on it from behind.<br>

Once they got close enough, Tora and Hana stopped for a moment, turned to face each other, and nodded in silent agreement, readying their weapons. Tora charged towards the Rotbart at full speed, and managed to get a clean direct hit on the beast’s neck, leaving a mark. He knew that he had only a few seconds before the beast would recover and begin to attack, so he used his time wisely, attacking as quickly as he could, slicing and jabbing at the Rotbart’s most vulnerable areas whenever the chance presented itself. Despite seeming somewhat childish, Tora was certainly quite well-trained.<br>

Once the beast began to attack, however, it became clear that they had gotten much more than they bargained for. Given the beast’s large size, it was easy to determine its next move and prepare to evade it, but when its attacks DID land, they were surprisingly strong. The Rotbart slammed into Tora with such great force that he was almost flung to the ground and rendered immobile for a few seconds.<br>

Now, it was time for Hana to attack while Tora was down. Her first move would be very similar to Tora’s: she had enough energy stored in her weapons systems to fire a shot from her Boom-Boom Laser, dealing a significant amount of damage and knocking the Rotbart back, sending it toppling and flipped upside-down. It struggled to get back on its feet, and Hana showed no mercy to the temporarily defenseless monster. In that short amount of time, she has unleashed a flurry of attacks at a blinding rate. The injuries that it sustained was akin to being lacerated by a storm of hundreds of razor blades raining down upon it.
The Rotbart clearly struggled to get back up after the unrelenting onslaught dealt by Hana. Hana turned back to face Tora, flashing a thumbs-up and a smile, confident that she had significantly weakened the beast and that the battle would soon be over. But alas, such was not the case. The monstrous primate let out a bloodcurdling, ear-piercing roar as it entered a state of rage, its fists waving about with even more heft and power than before as they pounded against its chest.<br>

Hana and Tora both braced themselves for the imminent attack, but virtually nothing could prepare them for the Rotbart’s next attack: Wild Wave. Its body began to glow faintly as it was becoming charged with electrical power. So potent was its electrical field that the fur on Tora’s body began to frizz, and even Hana began to feel a bit ‘funny.’ Nonetheless, they approached on the offensive, aiming to hit the Rotbart with a Swooshing Slash attack. Unfortunately for them, the Rotbart had finished charging its attack while they were in the middle of theirs.<br>

In a blinding flash, the electricity coursing through its body was released, and both Tora and Hana took the full brunt of the attack. They were flung backwards into the air, unable to move as the resulting shock temporarily paralyzed them, effectively acting as a supercharged taser. Tora let out a soft grunt as he fell to the floor with a thud, and looked over at Hana to see if she was alright.
“Uurrrgh… Hurt more than expected…” He muttered, still out of breath. “But, need to get up… Hana, what you think? Should keep fighting, or go home?”<br>

Hana didn’t seem to respond at all… In fact, she made no effort to get up; her body was still on the floor, her face frozen in a blank expression as her body twitched and jerked. Tora could hear the servo motors in her joints whir and click with every jitter as she tried to speak, but all that could be heard was the occasional distorted murmur as her systems slowly came back online.<br>

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she got back up and turned to Tora, giving her response in an odd, stilted manner. “Can -click- can keep. -bzt- Keep fighting, maaaaasterpon,” she said. He could see some small wisps of smoke coming from her mouth as she spoke, as well as from some of the seams in her skin/armor panels.<br>

Tora shook his head and sheathed his weapon. “No, no, Hana. Too much damage to keep going. We go home now,” he decided, but Hana insisted.<br>

“No, masterpon!” A short pause, accompanied by an unnaturally quick twitch of the neck. “I-I. I -whr- can keep fighting, promise! Watch, I’ll show you!”<br>

Hana turns to face their opponent once more and prepares to dodge, then attack. The Rotbart’s swiping attack narrowly misses Hana, allowing her to attack. However, her attacks are noticeably slower and less accurate than before, no doubt due to the massive electrical shock and subsequent system failure she’s suffered.<br>

“Hana, what you thinking!?” Tora shouted. “Your systems too weak to fight! Need to repair you ASAP!”<br>

Hana looked at Tora to give a reply, but seemed to freeze right before speaking. A few seconds later, she unfroze and simply said, in an oddly calm, emotionless voice, “Masterpon, I must continue executing commands.” There was an odd, metallic distortion to her voice, as though it was being run through a pitch-shift filter. There was a distant, glassy look in her eyes...<br>

“What?? Hana, what you mean?” Tora asked, right before he realized the answer to his own question. The involuntary twitching, the distorted voice, and the fact that she was disobeying his current commands meant that the damage she sustained extended well beyond her chassis. Indeed, her processes were stuck in a seemingly infinite loop as her directives were overridden by her last-issued command: to fight the Territorial Rotbart. Simply put: she literally cannot accept any more commands until she either completes the current one, or is forcibly shut down trying.<br>

“Enough! No more fight!” Tora yelled as he snatched the sword from her. He hoped that that would trigger something in her systems; it would be impossible to fight a monster of this caliber without any sort of weapon. However, not even the lack of a weapon would make her come to her senses; she was still focused solely on her target, as was the Rotbart on her. She went into a defensive stance, yet made no effort to move out of the way of its attack. The giant ape’s hand connected with Hana’s body with such force that a distinct metallic clang could be heard.<br>

From then on, her condition only worsened. Every time Tora tried talking to her, her response was exactly the same every time she spoke. She never even seemed to notice the huge tear in one of the skin panels on her left arm leaking coolant fluid. It was bent inwards, with the metal armor layer making contact with an embedded circuit inside the arm. The short circuit caused blue sparks and electrical arcs to spill out of the gash, and her arm and fingers to spasm occasionally, with the servos and joints whirring loudly and clicking rapidly.<br>

As she remained unresponsive, it was up to Tora to defend both himself and his Blade from the unrelenting behemoth that stood before them. However, as predicted, its attacks proved to be far too much for him alone to handle. Most of his efforts were focused on blocking its attacks and preventing further damage, but he could only block so many times before becoming fatigued. Whenever he needed to regain his stamina, he was forced to witness his creation being beaten into scrap metal.<br>

Eventually, he had grown too tired to continue on and gave up as it had sunken in that he was fighting two losing battles: defeating the Rotbart, and protecting Hana. All that he could do now was let the battle run its course and clean up the mess that would follow.<br>

The monster swung at Hana’s body once more, knocking her off-balance and causing her torso to bend and twist at an unusual angle and tear open, with the resulting hole in her body even bigger than the one in her arm. Through the dangling wires and metal and silicon shrapnel surrounding the tear, part of the gynoid Blade’s maintenance control panel was visible. A fireworks show consisting of rapidly blinking LEDs and a shower of sparks was now playing out inside her body.<br>

Shortly after, another swing and direct hit. This time, her right arm was partly ripped open, her legs bent at such an extreme angle that there were tears in the skin layer, and the left arm was torn off completely. Nothing was left of it except for loose sparking wires, torn and melted skin, plastic tubes ripped open and leaking coolant fluid, silicone rubber muscle padding, and shrapnel from the subdermal armor layer.<br>

At this point, any human or Blade would be writhing and screaming in agony, but Hana had clearly lost the capacity to express or even process any emotion. Her speech was reduced to nothing but heavily distorted fragments of sentences interspersed with the occasional beep or buzz.<br>

“Masterpon-pon-p-p-ppp -bzzt- Execuxexexecute. Commands. Must exe--bzzt- execute. Systems criti--bzzt- critical.”<br>

Her head swiveled side to side unnaturally smoothly as she tried to speak. Her eyes remained unfocused and lifeless, and her lips weren’t properly synced to the words and noises coming from her mouth.
The Rotbart seemed to realize that the gynoid was now completely defenseless but still had some ‘life’ in her, and proceeded to finish her off in a particularly gruesome manner. With an iron grip, it grabbed hold of her right leg and began to pry it off of her torso, pulling at it and twisting it even more.<br>

A cacophony of sounds filled the air as Hana’s body was being mutilated. The snapping of wires and cables, the whirring of servos, the glitched, distorted, unnaturally fast speech of the malfunctioning gynoid, buzzes and pops from her failing electrical systems, the groaning of metal as it was being bent, followed by whining as the armor panels broke apart into shrapnel and scrap. It was a literal symphony of destruction, one that continued for two more movements, one for each remaining limb.<br>

By the end of it all, Hana had been reduced to a limbless torso and head, but even then the Rotbart remained unsatisfied. It let out one final ear-piercing roar, pounding on its chest as it prepared to pummel the poor, defenseless, disheveled mess of a gynoid that lay in front of it. In one final, fluid motion that took mere moments to execute but felt like an eternity to an emotionally wrecked Tora, its fists descended upon what was left of Hana, obliterating her torso and other limbs. All that remained was a heap of flattened and bent skin/armor panels, power cells, and several other components mangled beyond repair and recognition.<br>

“HANAAAAA!!” Tora cried out, tears streaming down his eyes as he rushed over to her. Once he got to where she once was, it was clear that it was near-impossible to repair her; her body and systems were all but pulverized, and all of the debugging in the world could do nothing to restore her mind to a working state.<br>

The only pieces left of Hana that were even remotely functional were her ether furnace and her head, although the term “functional” is applied very loosely in this case. Her speech was even more fragmented and distorted than before, often consisting of nothing but diagnostic babble, random syllables and what could only be described as a dial-up modem being electrocuted. Her eyes were rapidly moving about in random directions, and her eyelids and mouth moved and shifted around at random intervals and intensities.<br>

Tora grabbed the ether furnace and held Hana’s head close to his chest, embracing it. “Hana… So sorry… When fix you up, please forgive me…” he whimpered, to which Hana replied by continuing her nonsensical chattering and spewing sparks from her mangled neck stump.<br>

He knew he wouldn’t have much time to mourn here; the Rotbart was still very much alive and out for blood, a fact that he was very quickly reminded of by the shadow that the monster cast upon him as it looked down at its new prey. For a few seconds, the nopon was frozen with fear as he panicked, then realized that he needed to get the hell out of there at that very moment.<br>

As soon as Tora broke eye contact with the Rotbart, he made a beeline for Hana’s remains, salvaging whatever he could out of the scrap heap. He stuffed his arms with whatever he could find and carry: some armor plating, power cells, circuit boards, servo motors, along with some more bits and bobs lying around. Once he couldn’t carry any more parts or dodge any more attacks, Tora bolted towards the bridge in the distance and panickedly scurried back to Torigoth with Hana’s head, furnace, and remains in tow. Hopefully, she can be rebuilt and restored sometime soon…

Hana's Catastrophic Failure

2020-02-02T19:05:54Z

YajuShinki:

'''WRITTEN BY:''' [[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]<br>

'''COMMISSIONED BY:''' Thurosis
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Tonight was quite a special and soon to be exciting night. Tora had finally put the finishing touches on his artificial Blade, Hana, more specifically, her newest and strongest form, Hana JD. After her upgrades, she most certainly looked all grown up, and now it was time to see whether or not her abilities had grown as well.
The two of them had left their home in Torigoth to search for a suitable training ground: one with a high concentration of monsters, preferably some more powerful monsters dotted around as well. After a few more moments of roaming around the landscape, they stopped and descended upon a stretch of land that seemed to be the perfect setting for a test of strength: the Plains of Evening Calm, with flat terrain with a few trees and bushes dotted around the landscape, clear skies, and a bridge in the near distance that could serve as an escape route should things go downhill.
While Hana surveyed the land, her optical sensors could make out a moving figure of sorts. Zooming in on the figure, she could see that it was a massive, towering, ape-like creature. As they got closer and closer, they could feel the ground trembling beneath them as the giant primate monster stomped about. Although they were determined, the two couldn’t help but feel somewhat nervous about this ‘test.’ What if they get knocked out in one hit? Would Rex and the others be able to get to them in time? Maybe playing dead would convince it to leave? Despite their doubts, they figured that it would be a waste to turn back now; the opportunity was right there in front of them! Besides, the plan was to head for the bridge as soon as things got too dicey.
They approached the beast cautiously. Examining it closely, it was a Territorial Rotbart, a Gogol beast known for its brute strength, yet also known for its relatively weak defense; it could only guard attacks from the front, so they could most likely unleash a sneak attack on it from behind.
Once they got close enough, Tora and Hana stopped for a moment, turned to face each other, and nodded in silent agreement, readying their weapons. Tora charged towards the Rotbart at full speed, and managed to get a clean direct hit on the beast’s neck, leaving a mark. He knew that he had only a few seconds before the beast would recover and begin to attack, so he used his time wisely, attacking as quickly as he could, slicing and jabbing at the Rotbart’s most vulnerable areas whenever the chance presented itself. Despite seeming somewhat childish, Tora was certainly quite well-trained.
Once the beast began to attack, however, it became clear that they had gotten much more than they bargained for. Given the beast’s large size, it was easy to determine its next move and prepare to evade it, but when its attacks DID land, they were surprisingly strong. The Rotbart slammed into Tora with such great force that he was almost flung to the ground and rendered immobile for a few seconds.
Now, it was time for Hana to attack while Tora was down. Her first move would be very similar to Tora’s: she had enough energy stored in her weapons systems to fire a shot from her Boom-Boom Laser, dealing a significant amount of damage and knocking the Rotbart back, sending it toppling and flipped upside-down. It struggled to get back on its feet, and Hana showed no mercy to the temporarily defenseless monster. In that short amount of time, she has unleashed a flurry of attacks at a blinding rate. The injuries that it sustained was akin to being lacerated by a storm of hundreds of razor blades raining down upon it.
The Rotbart clearly struggled to get back up after the unrelenting onslaught dealt by Hana. Hana turned back to face Tora, flashing a thumbs-up and a smile, confident that she had significantly weakened the beast and that the battle would soon be over. But alas, such was not the case. The monstrous primate let out a bloodcurdling, ear-piercing roar as it entered a state of rage, its fists waving about with even more heft and power than before as they pounded against its chest.
Hana and Tora both braced themselves for the imminent attack, but virtually nothing could prepare them for the Rotbart’s next attack: Wild Wave. Its body began to glow faintly as it was becoming charged with electrical power. So potent was its electrical field that the fur on Tora’s body began to frizz, and even Hana began to feel a bit ‘funny.’ Nonetheless, they approached on the offensive, aiming to hit the Rotbart with a Swooshing Slash attack. Unfortunately for them, the Rotbart had finished charging its attack while they were in the middle of theirs.
In a blinding flash, the electricity coursing through its body was released, and both Tora and Hana took the full brunt of the attack. They were flung backwards into the air, unable to move as the resulting shock temporarily paralyzed them, effectively acting as a supercharged taser. Tora let out a soft grunt as he fell to the floor with a thud, and looked over at Hana to see if she was alright.
“Uurrrgh… Hurt more than expected…” He muttered, still out of breath. “But, need to get up… Hana, what you think? Should keep fighting, or go home?”
Hana didn’t seem to respond at all… In fact, she made no effort to get up; her body was still on the floor, her face frozen in a blank expression as her body twitched and jerked. Tora could hear the servo motors in her joints whir and click with every jitter as she tried to speak, but all that could be heard was the occasional distorted murmur as her systems slowly came back online.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she got back up and turned to Tora, giving her response in an odd, stilted manner. “Can -click- can keep. -bzt- Keep fighting, maaaaasterpon,” she said. He could see some small wisps of smoke coming from her mouth as she spoke, as well as from some of the seams in her skin/armor panels.
Tora shook his head and sheathed his weapon. “No, no, Hana. Too much damage to keep going. We go home now,” he decided, but Hana insisted.
“No, masterpon!” A short pause, accompanied by an unnaturally quick twitch of the neck. “I-I. I -whr- can keep fighting, promise! Watch, I’ll show you!”
Hana turns to face their opponent once more and prepares to dodge, then attack. The Rotbart’s swiping attack narrowly misses Hana, allowing her to attack. However, her attacks are noticeably slower and less accurate than before, no doubt due to the massive electrical shock and subsequent system failure she’s suffered.
“Hana, what you thinking!?” Tora shouted. “Your systems too weak to fight! Need to repair you ASAP!”
Hana looked at Tora to give a reply, but seemed to freeze right before speaking. A few seconds later, she unfroze and simply said, in an oddly calm, emotionless voice, “Masterpon, I must continue executing commands.” There was an odd, metallic distortion to her voice, as though it was being run through a pitch-shift filter. There was a distant, glassy look in her eyes
“What?? Hana, what you mean?” Tora asked, right before he realized the answer to his own question. The involuntary twitching, the distorted voice, and the fact that she was disobeying his current commands meant that the damage she sustained extended well beyond her chassis. Indeed, her processes were stuck in a seemingly infinite loop as her directives were overridden by her last-issued command: to fight the Territorial Rotbart. Simply put: she literally cannot accept any more commands until she either completes the current one, or is forcibly shut down trying.
“Enough! No more fight!” Tora yelled as he snatched the sword from her. He hoped that that would trigger something in her systems; it would be impossible to fight a monster of this caliber without any sort of weapon. However, not even the lack of a weapon would make her come to her senses; she was still focused solely on her target, as was the Rotbart on her. She went into a defensive stance, yet made no effort to move out of the way of its attack. The giant ape’s hand connected with Hana’s body with such force that a distinct metallic clang could be heard.
From then on, her condition only worsened. Every time Tora tried talking to her, her response was exactly the same every time she spoke. She never even seemed to notice the huge tear in one of the skin panels on her left arm leaking coolant fluid. It was bent inwards, with the metal armor layer making contact with an embedded circuit inside the arm. The short circuit caused blue sparks and electrical arcs to spill out of the gash, and her arm and fingers to spasm occasionally, with the servos and joints whirring loudly and clicking rapidly.
As she remained unresponsive, it was up to Tora to defend both himself and his Blade from the unrelenting behemoth that stood before them. However, as predicted, its attacks proved to be far too much for him alone to handle. Most of his efforts were focused on blocking its attacks and preventing further damage, but he could only block so many times before becoming fatigued. Whenever he needed to regain his stamina, he was forced to witness his creation being beaten into scrap metal.
Eventually, he had grown too tired to continue on and gave up as it had sunken in that he was fighting two losing battles: defeating the Rotbart, and protecting Hana. All that he could do now was let the battle run its course and clean up the mess that would follow.
The monster swung at Hana’s body once more, knocking her off-balance and causing her torso to bend and twist at an unusual angle and tear open, with the resulting hole in her body even bigger than the one in her arm. Through the dangling wires and metal and silicon shrapnel surrounding the tear, part of the gynoid Blade’s maintenance control panel was visible. A fireworks show consisting of rapidly blinking LEDs and a shower of sparks was now playing out inside her body.
Shortly after, another swing and direct hit. This time, her right arm was partly ripped open, her legs bent at such an extreme angle that there were tears in the skin layer, and the left arm was torn off completely. Nothing was left of it except for loose sparking wires, torn and melted skin, plastic tubes ripped open and leaking coolant fluid, silicone rubber muscle padding, and shrapnel from the subdermal armor layer.
At this point, any human or Blade would be writhing and screaming in agony, but Hana had clearly lost the capacity to express or even process any emotion. Her speech was reduced to nothing but heavily distorted fragments of sentences interspersed with the occasional beep or buzz.
“Masterpon-pon-p-p-ppp -bzzt- Execuxexexecute. Commands. Must exe--bzzt- execute. Systems criti--bzzt- critical.”
Her head swiveled side to side unnaturally smoothly as she tried to speak. Her eyes remained unfocused and lifeless, and her lips weren’t properly synced to the words and noises coming from her mouth.
The Rotbart seemed to realize that the gynoid was now completely defenseless but still had some ‘life’ in her, and proceeded to finish her off in a particularly gruesome manner. With an iron grip, it grabbed hold of her right leg and began to pry it off of her torso, pulling at it and twisting it even more.
A cacophony of sounds filled the air as Hana’s body was being mutilated. The snapping of wires and cables, the whirring of servos, the glitched, distorted, unnaturally fast speech of the malfunctioning gynoid, buzzes and pops from her failing electrical systems, the groaning of metal as it was being bent, followed by whining as the armor panels broke apart into shrapnel and scrap. It was a literal symphony of destruction, one that continued for two more movements, one for each remaining limb.
By the end of it all, Hana had been reduced to a limbless torso and head, but even then the Rotbart remained unsatisfied. It let out one final ear-piercing roar, pounding on its chest as it prepared to pummel the poor, defenseless, disheveled mess of a gynoid that lay in front of it. In one final, fluid motion that took mere moments to execute but felt like an eternity to an emotionally wrecked Tora, its fists descended upon what was left of Hana, obliterating her torso and other limbs. All that remained was a heap of flattened and bent skin/armor panels, power cells, and several other components mangled beyond repair and recognition.
“HANAAAAA!!” Tora cried out, tears streaming down his eyes as he rushed over to her. Once he got to where she once was, it was clear that it was near-impossible to repair her; her body and systems were all but pulverized, and all of the debugging in the world could do nothing to restore her mind to a working state.
The only pieces left of Hana that were even remotely functional were her ether furnace and her head, although the term “functional” is applied very loosely in this case. Her speech was even more fragmented and distorted than before, often consisting of nothing but diagnostic babble, random syllables and what could only be described as a dial-up modem being electrocuted. Her eyes were rapidly moving about in random directions, and her eyelids and mouth moved and shifted around at random intervals and intensities.
Tora grabbed the ether furnace and held Hana’s head close to his chest, embracing it. “Hana… So sorry… When fix you up, please forgive me…” he whimpered, to which Hana replied by continuing her nonsensical chattering and spewing sparks from her mangled neck stump.
He knew he wouldn’t have much time to mourn here; the Rotbart was still very much alive and out for blood, a fact that he was very quickly reminded of by the shadow that the monster cast upon him as it looked down at its new prey. For a few seconds, the nopon was frozen with fear as he panicked, then realized that he needed to get the hell out of there at that very moment.
As soon as Tora broke eye contact with the Rotbart, he made a beeline for Hana’s remains, salvaging whatever he could out of the scrap heap. He stuffed his arms with whatever he could find and carry: some armor plating, power cells, circuit boards, servo motors, along with some more bits and bobs lying around. Once he couldn’t carry any more parts or dodge any more attacks, Tora bolted towards the bridge in the distance and panickedly scurried back to Torigoth with Hana’s head, furnace, and remains in tow. Hopefully, she can be rebuilt and restored sometime soon…

Hana's Catastrophic Failure

2020-02-02T19:04:08Z

YajuShinki:

'''WRITTEN BY:''' [[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]<br>

'''COMMISSIONED BY:''' Technophile91
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After a heart-wrenching and traumatizing defeat, Tora returned to his home in Torigoth and walked straight up to his laboratory, laying out the several pieces of what remained of Hana on the table. There was far too little left of her to repair her, so he had no choice but to rebuild her entirely. It took almost an entire month of nonstop hard work, but she was finally rebuilt and upgraded.

With the chassis finally done and assembled, Tora hooked it up to the power main and conked out, leaving Hana to charge overnight. There was, however, one crucial component that he forgot about: her AI software. It was still suspended in the same weird state it was in during the battle. In the middle of the night, once her systems had enough power, Hana suddenly came back online.

She still remembered that she was tasked with defeating the Territorial Rotbart, but now that it was out of the picture, she had to choose a new target. In order to do that, she decided to roam around in search of a new opponent.

Her travels took her all the way to the gates of Mor Ardain, an industrial metropolis with heavily armed guards patrolling the gates. As soon as she approached the entrance, a couple of guards blocked and stood in her way, weapons unsheathed.

“Halt, intruder!” shouted one of them. “Present your identification or leave immediately!” ordered the other.

Hana simply stared at them with a blank expression and said, “New targets identified and registered. Continuing execution of previous command.”

The two guards looked at each other, confused. In that split second, she managed to lunge at one of them and knock them unconscious in one blow and landed a hit on the other, but not before he was able to yell for backup. Before long, Hana was fighting against a multitude of guards. Though they had strength in numbers, none of them were able to land a single blow on Hana. The fight didn’t last long, however, as the long journey to Mor Ardain had used up most of her energy. Suddenly, her body stiffened up and she stood immobile, uttering the words, “Warning: power reserves critically low. Commencing emergency shutdown.” before collapsing onto the floor.

The guards stood in a circle around the downed android, looking in awe as they saw that their opponent was a machine. They talked amongst themselves, wondering what to do with her. Toss her into an incinerator? Sell her off for scrap? No, somebody had an even better idea: haul her to the laboratories and have the eggheads cut into her to see what makes her tick, and maybe they’ll have a new super-robo-guard afterward!

It was settled, then. Hana’s body was carried into the confines of Mor Ardain, straight to the industrial lab complex.

The gynoid’s body was carried into a vacant laboratory examination room, where a couple of scientists, a man and a woman, were waiting for the surprise shipment. There was an examination table and an array of tools ready to carve into their specimen. At first, they were confused.

“A girl!?” the male scientist shouted. “You want me to dissect a girl!? If you wanted to have her as a guard, you should have taken her to the correctional facility to interrogate her!”

“Look closely,” the guard urged. “You’ll find that she’s not what she appears to be.”

They took a closer look and gasped as they felt the skin. It felt almost like skin, but not quite… It was high-quality plastic designed to feel like synthetic skin. The two scientists got to work immediately, preparing the examination table for their apparently synthetic specimen. They lifted Hana’s lifeless body and placed it down on the table. With the press of a button, a series of clamps revealed themselves and protruded from the table, positioned right in between her arms and legs. They sealed shut with a whirr-clang, squeezing down hard on Hana’s joints. They stripped her of clothing and accessories, leaving the entirety of her bare skin exposed. The seams of the skin panels were clearly defined, and along some of them were indicator lights embedded into the skin itself. They were all turned off, indicating total system failure.

“Alright, first thing’s first,” the male scientist said. “Now that we’ve got her restrained, let’s get her systems up and running again.”

They were able to find an interface panel by pulling back Hana’s purple hair, where there were several ports and connectors with their description etched onto the skin. They hooked her up to the lab room’s power supply, and the indicator lights on her skin began to flash orange as her systems began to boot up.

After a few moments, she spoke with a metallic, tiny voice. “Error: Unit Hana-JD is unable to reboot from previous session. Loading backup image HBAK_00106549…” Her eyes flashed green a few times before she blinked and suddenly jerked awake, looking around frantically. “Where am I!? Who are you!? Toraaa!! Tora, help!! Where are yoouuu?!!?” she shouted.

“Silence!” the guard commanded. “You have been caught trespassing and attempting to enter Mor Ardain, and assaulted and caused severe injury to a guard member. Normally, we would sentence you to forced servitude, but seeing how you are not a person, but a machine, you will be disassembled for research.”

“W-what!? No, wait! I don’t even know how I got he-IIIYYYAAAAGH!!” Her protesting was cut short by a sudden electrical shock from the power supply.

“You are to remain silent until the procedure is over,” the female scientist demanded. “By which point, you will have been rebuilt and reprogrammed to serve as a robot patrol guard.”

She shook her head, mumbling panickedly and begging. Once again, her begging was cut short, this time by a loud buzzing sound and a blinding light. A high-powered laser mounted from the ceiling was being used to cut into her skin, its beam focused on and running along the seams, with a thin stream of smoke flowing from the skin and metal, along with an occasional spark whenever a magnetic seal was undone. Parts of the skin were seared and melted, leaving a mixture of plastic and dissolved vinyl dripping onto the table with the consistency of jelly. With every seal broken and magnetic subcircuit fried, the skin panel’s indicator light flickered and dimmed until it fully unlocked with a distinct clink as it was unfastened from its slot.

“Now, then, let’s see what you’re made of…” the female scientist said as she pried the central skin panel on Hana’s chest away from her body. Although the magnetic seal was disabled, it was still attached to the other neighboring panels via interlocking slits, so it took quite a lot of force to fully detach it. The guard stepped in and began prying off the skin panel, with Hana grunting in extreme pain as her artificial nerves were generating erratic data. As he wiggled and shook the panel around trying to pry it loose, the panel let out a metallic groan as it was being bent and disfigured. Bits and pieces of the slits on the armor layer broke off with a ping, along with the small connectors inside of them, which let out a puff of sparks and a short buzz as they were severed. Light blue coolant that was once flowing through the microtubules embedded inside the panel now spurted out of the severed connectors in short bursts. Once it was fully removed, the guard handed the panel to the first scientist, who studied the cross section carefully.

She got a scalpel from the nearby toolset and began to cut through the outer skin layer, carving out a sample of the material for analysis. Inside the resulting hole, there was a thick layer of metal that was clearly different from the interior layer. Whereas the inner layer looked like it was made of some sort of sheet metal, this intermediate layer took on the appearance of kevlar, although it was much shinier in appearance.

“Hmm… Outer skin layer with indicator lights, RF shielding with embedded circuitry on the innermost layer and… What’s this? A bulletproof armor layer? Heavily reinforced, it would seem… No wonder our guards couldn’t stop you.”

“P-please, ma’am… I just want to go back home now…” Hana whimpered as she was examined. The scientists simply ignored her as they continued their research.

“Alright, let’s focus our attention on the extremities for now,” the male scientist decided. “We’ll save the best for last.”

They began the process once more on the skin panels on her legs, using a laser to fry the magnetic circuits sealing the panels, and melting the skin to expose the physical slits on the armor layer. It wasn’t long before the entire lab room began to smell of burnt plastic. By the time they were finished, Hana’s legs were completely stripped of skin and armor, leaving behind… Quite a lot, actually. Even at the extremities, Hana’s internals were quite intricate, despite appearing simple. Her skeleton was composed of several rods of tungsten-titanium alloy with hydraulic valves to allow for high force output, surrounded by several sets of elastic artificial muscle fabric and metallic armored casing. The circuitry and wiring was cleverly hidden in the space between the muscle and endoskeleton, leaving more room for more powerful servos, larger muscles, and thicker armor plating.

“Hmm… Definitely quite a lot of raw power under the hood, no doubt thanks to its simple construction,” the second scientist observed. “Now, then, let’s split this leg open in order to get a cross section.” He brought the high-power laser over to the leg, recalibrated and aimed it at the upper leg, and fired it up. As soon as the beam hit the muscle fabric, the bundles of muscle began disintegrating and loosening, leaving behind several stray hairlike strands. The smoke emanating from the singed muscle was much thicker this time. While the scientists carefully observed and studied the components’ reactions, Hana shook her head, urging the scientists to stop to no avail.

“Ahh, I see. Artificial muscle designed to mimic the human muscle,” the male scientist observed. “It appears to be composed of strands of carbon nanotubes reinforced with synthetic fiber.” He noticed that the muscles began to saturate themselves with a blue liquid. It was seeping out of the muscle bundles and pouring out of the severed strands. “What do you suppose that blue liquid could be?” he asked his colleague.

“It’s most likely coolant, given the unusual color and the fact that it’s preventing the muscle strands from catching fire,” she explained. “As for the composition of the--”

Without any warning, the leg began to spasm wildly, shaking and vibrating in place as the muscles and servos were going haywire. A shower of blue sparks and electrical arcs spewed out of the incision made by the laser, and Hana let out a long, loud, heavily distorted scream, almost drowning out the electrical buzzing of the circuits and the whirring, whining, and jackhammering of the hyperactive motors.

“What the hell…!?” the scientists shouted out. The guard grabbed hold of his weapon, ready to draw it and call for backup just in case the gynoid’s escape attempt was successful. Although Hana’s entire body was violently spasming and convulsing, it didn’t appear to be an escape attempt at all. Her facial expression was contorted, and changing rapidly as she was spasming, a clear indicator that she wasn’t in control at all.

After a few moments of cacophony, she suddenly fell silent and still, the half-severed leg had stopped spasming and shorting out, and even the coolant spillage had slowed down considerably as her systems automatically cut off system service to her leg. The guard and scientists relaxed a bit, although they were still very much on edge and worried that it might happen again.

Looking at the cross section of the leg, it was easy to see the root cause of the malfunction. Once the laser beam had breached the interior circuitry, which is normally hidden by the muscle chambers, several of the embedded circuits had shorted out at once, with the voltage controller being one of them. This caused the flow of electrical current to become unregulated, triggering a feedback loop that overloaded the other circuits and propagated throughout all of her systems.

“Shit, how could we have missed that!?” the female scientist griped.

“Don’t worry,” her colleague assured her. “We still have one perfectly good leg left.” He then grabbed the severed lower leg, giving it a yank in order to loosen it. The remaining circuits and muscle fibers separated from the body with a rip and a snap, along with a little trickle of coolant still leaking. He placed the severed leg on a neighboring table, then focused his attention towards the other leg.

They repeated the same process on the other leg, stripping it of its skin entirely to reveal the metal skeleton and bundles of muscle fabrics. This time around, they’ve learned their lesson and instead tried decoupling the leg right at the joint. Right at the base, where the servo array was, lay the composite ball joint. It was surrounded by several circuits and connectors, which were fairly easy to disconnect. The leg was completely immobile, allowing the scientist to loosen the joint. It unlatched with a metallic clink, and the female scientist set the stripped leg down on the table next to Hana. They called for another scientist and had him disassemble the leg while they went to work on the arms.

Hana’s arms got the same treatment, and while the overall composition of the arms were the same as the legs, it was packed with much more machinery. Each of the forearms housed their own miniature power generator hooked up to a small embedded plasma cannon. The cannon itself was split into several sections, each one folded into the musculature to save space.

“Well, now, this certainly looks interesting…” the male scientist said, prodding the cannon’s connectors with metal contacts. The current running through the contacts triggered the plasma cannon to activate. The small servos inside Hana’s hand joints whirred softly as they folded inwards, with the cannon components extending and taking their place. The contraption came to life, emitting a low electrical hum to indicate its activation. The scientist disconnected her arm’s circuits and mechanics from Hana’s body, putting it on the same table as the severed legs. All that was left of Hana now was half a leg, an arm, a torso and head. But, they weren’t quite finished with her yet.

There was a single skin panel missing from her chest, and through it one could see her most delicate, complicated systems such as her portable fusion generator and primary controller CPU. It was inactive due to the malfunction she suffered moments ago, so the scientist decided to jump-start it by poking one of the CPU contacts with a charged contact rod.

Her body spasmed for a brief moment, although not as severely as before, and her face was frozen with a shocked expression.

“AA\\\\AAAA////A… Oh… What was that…? It hurt…” she mumbled after she regained consciousness.

“There we are,” the female scientist said, dismissing her question. “Now we can study your software as well as your hardware. You know what to do,” she said, nodding to her colleague.

“On it,” he replied as he brought the laser back up to her chest. Although he was careful not to cut into any of the internal components with the beam, it did occasionally shine on her circuits, causing her to freeze up, spasm, or randomly speak in a distorted voice. As if her body wasn’t already advanced enough, her chest was packed with even more advanced tech, such as an array of dedicated systems control CPUs hidden inside a bay in between her breasts, flexible pouches filled with coolant and active fusion fuel, and of course, at her very core, the ether furnace that supplied her with energy and life. There was a release button on her CPU bay. The female scientist pressed it, and with a hydraulic hiss, out popped a tray with a motherboard holding all of the CPU cores.

She grabbed hold of one of them, labeled ‘MOTOR’. “I don’t think you’ll be needing this, seeing how you’re unable to move anyway,” the female scientist said with a chuckle as she slid the core out of its socket. It came loose with a click, and her internals let out a series of beeps and whirs as her servos and muscles relaxed.

“Mhm… Looks just like any ordinary processor… But with significantly more data contacts,” she observed, then tossed the core to where her severed limbs were. She then pressed another button to release the clamps restraining her body, as she was no longer in control of it at all. Her body slumped and slid down the table a bit before it was picked up by the two scientists and relocated to the same table as her severed limbs.

“I think we’ve gathered enough information on her hardware to reconfigure her, now let’s try to take control of and reconfigure her mind,” he suggested, and plugged in another cable on the same interface panel as the power cord in the side of her head, connecting her to one of the laboratory’s computer terminals.

“Huh…? What are you-- Maintenance mode activated. High-level processes have been temporarily suspended,”she said in the same metallic voice as before. The terminal had instantly triggered her maintenance mode upon first contact, as it was programmed to do.

“Perfect! We’re in already. It seems as though her interfaces are the same as most other automatons,” he observed. “Now, then… This should simply be a matter of loading the package and letting it do its work.” He typed a series of commands into the terminal, then pressed Return.

“Loading package ASSM22-Guard… Loaded successfully,” she droned. “Now installing… Please do not shut down or reconfigure this unit.” A beep came from her head, and her detached arm twitched slightly. “Warning. Hardware anomalies detected. Ignoring and continuing installation.” A spark flew from the empty socket where her motor control chip belonged. “Error. Motor control module missing.” Her head and neck turned sharply to one side, with the servos inside whirring loudly as they moved. “Err-error. This unit -bzzt- unit’s hardware is severely dam-dam-damaged. Attemptinginginging repppaaaaaairrsss.” Her voice slowed down and became even more distorted and her head violently jerked side to side as her processors were running a motor control test, but with the necessary chip missing, all it managed to do was cause her servos to spin out of control and her processors to overload. Although the limbs were detached, they maintained wireless communication with her ‘brain’. Although the wireless connection was used only for diagnostic purposes, the maintenance routines bypass this limitation by default, allowing them to move even when severed. In this case, the detached limbs were twitching and jerking around, with a shower of sparks and coolant flowing from the stumps on both ends.

“Shit! Make it stop! Cancel the process!!” she pleaded to her colleague.

“I can’t; there’s no option to cancel it! The only way to do that would be to disconnect its power sources!” he replied.

“Then do it!!” she yelled.

Before they had the opportunity to do so, however, smoke began to pour out of Hana’s exposed systems as they twitched and jerked more violently, with her head detaching itself from her body from the sheer force. It came apart with a nasty metallic groan and loud ripping sound.

“Repairs failed. Severe hardware damage. Hana-JD unit rebooting. Re-re-rebooting. Error. Unable to reboot. Severe hardware hardwaaaaaare failure. Error. Rebooting. Error. Rebooting errrebootingerr…” Her voice grew in pitch, and the distortion intensified along with it as she was caught in yet another feedback loop. A hatch in her head popped open to reveal the primary CPU cores, some of which were smoking hot and surrounded with sparks electrical arcs. Eventually, her systems could take no more and with one final burst of energy, a bright flash of blue light emanated from her body, caused by sparks and electrical arcs jumping between all parts of her body.

By the time the ordeal was over, Hana’s body parts were splayed all over the lab floor, with several of the internal components loose, ripped or charred. Hana’s head lay lifeless on the table, with an expression that could only be described as ahegao gone wrong. With one last breath, it uttered in an extremely deep, slowed down, distorted voice. “Rreeeeboootiiiingggg…”

“Well, shit…” the female scientist moped. “What now? We could have had a super-soldier on our hands!”

“We still might,” he said with a shrug. “Some of her parts are still salvageable, including the CPU. and some of her memory drives.”

They sighed and began picking up the pieces, putting them all in a bucket and closing the lid once they were done. The CPU and memory drives were separated from the rest of the components and placed on a shelf. Now, Hana (or what remains of her) was reduced to nothing but spare parts for the scientists and scholars of Mor Ardain to pick from for their projects.
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Hana's Catastrophic Failure

2020-02-02T19:03:34Z

YajuShinki:

'''WRITTEN BY:''' YajuShinki<br>

'''COMMISSIONED BY:''' Technophile91
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After a heart-wrenching and traumatizing defeat, Tora returned to his home in Torigoth and walked straight up to his laboratory, laying out the several pieces of what remained of Hana on the table. There was far too little left of her to repair her, so he had no choice but to rebuild her entirely. It took almost an entire month of nonstop hard work, but she was finally rebuilt and upgraded.

With the chassis finally done and assembled, Tora hooked it up to the power main and conked out, leaving Hana to charge overnight. There was, however, one crucial component that he forgot about: her AI software. It was still suspended in the same weird state it was in during the battle. In the middle of the night, once her systems had enough power, Hana suddenly came back online.

She still remembered that she was tasked with defeating the Territorial Rotbart, but now that it was out of the picture, she had to choose a new target. In order to do that, she decided to roam around in search of a new opponent.

Her travels took her all the way to the gates of Mor Ardain, an industrial metropolis with heavily armed guards patrolling the gates. As soon as she approached the entrance, a couple of guards blocked and stood in her way, weapons unsheathed.

“Halt, intruder!” shouted one of them. “Present your identification or leave immediately!” ordered the other.

Hana simply stared at them with a blank expression and said, “New targets identified and registered. Continuing execution of previous command.”

The two guards looked at each other, confused. In that split second, she managed to lunge at one of them and knock them unconscious in one blow and landed a hit on the other, but not before he was able to yell for backup. Before long, Hana was fighting against a multitude of guards. Though they had strength in numbers, none of them were able to land a single blow on Hana. The fight didn’t last long, however, as the long journey to Mor Ardain had used up most of her energy. Suddenly, her body stiffened up and she stood immobile, uttering the words, “Warning: power reserves critically low. Commencing emergency shutdown.” before collapsing onto the floor.

The guards stood in a circle around the downed android, looking in awe as they saw that their opponent was a machine. They talked amongst themselves, wondering what to do with her. Toss her into an incinerator? Sell her off for scrap? No, somebody had an even better idea: haul her to the laboratories and have the eggheads cut into her to see what makes her tick, and maybe they’ll have a new super-robo-guard afterward!

It was settled, then. Hana’s body was carried into the confines of Mor Ardain, straight to the industrial lab complex.

The gynoid’s body was carried into a vacant laboratory examination room, where a couple of scientists, a man and a woman, were waiting for the surprise shipment. There was an examination table and an array of tools ready to carve into their specimen. At first, they were confused.

“A girl!?” the male scientist shouted. “You want me to dissect a girl!? If you wanted to have her as a guard, you should have taken her to the correctional facility to interrogate her!”

“Look closely,” the guard urged. “You’ll find that she’s not what she appears to be.”

They took a closer look and gasped as they felt the skin. It felt almost like skin, but not quite… It was high-quality plastic designed to feel like synthetic skin. The two scientists got to work immediately, preparing the examination table for their apparently synthetic specimen. They lifted Hana’s lifeless body and placed it down on the table. With the press of a button, a series of clamps revealed themselves and protruded from the table, positioned right in between her arms and legs. They sealed shut with a whirr-clang, squeezing down hard on Hana’s joints. They stripped her of clothing and accessories, leaving the entirety of her bare skin exposed. The seams of the skin panels were clearly defined, and along some of them were indicator lights embedded into the skin itself. They were all turned off, indicating total system failure.

“Alright, first thing’s first,” the male scientist said. “Now that we’ve got her restrained, let’s get her systems up and running again.”

They were able to find an interface panel by pulling back Hana’s purple hair, where there were several ports and connectors with their description etched onto the skin. They hooked her up to the lab room’s power supply, and the indicator lights on her skin began to flash orange as her systems began to boot up.

After a few moments, she spoke with a metallic, tiny voice. “Error: Unit Hana-JD is unable to reboot from previous session. Loading backup image HBAK_00106549…” Her eyes flashed green a few times before she blinked and suddenly jerked awake, looking around frantically. “Where am I!? Who are you!? Toraaa!! Tora, help!! Where are yoouuu?!!?” she shouted.

“Silence!” the guard commanded. “You have been caught trespassing and attempting to enter Mor Ardain, and assaulted and caused severe injury to a guard member. Normally, we would sentence you to forced servitude, but seeing how you are not a person, but a machine, you will be disassembled for research.”

“W-what!? No, wait! I don’t even know how I got he-IIIYYYAAAAGH!!” Her protesting was cut short by a sudden electrical shock from the power supply.

“You are to remain silent until the procedure is over,” the female scientist demanded. “By which point, you will have been rebuilt and reprogrammed to serve as a robot patrol guard.”

She shook her head, mumbling panickedly and begging. Once again, her begging was cut short, this time by a loud buzzing sound and a blinding light. A high-powered laser mounted from the ceiling was being used to cut into her skin, its beam focused on and running along the seams, with a thin stream of smoke flowing from the skin and metal, along with an occasional spark whenever a magnetic seal was undone. Parts of the skin were seared and melted, leaving a mixture of plastic and dissolved vinyl dripping onto the table with the consistency of jelly. With every seal broken and magnetic subcircuit fried, the skin panel’s indicator light flickered and dimmed until it fully unlocked with a distinct clink as it was unfastened from its slot.

“Now, then, let’s see what you’re made of…” the female scientist said as she pried the central skin panel on Hana’s chest away from her body. Although the magnetic seal was disabled, it was still attached to the other neighboring panels via interlocking slits, so it took quite a lot of force to fully detach it. The guard stepped in and began prying off the skin panel, with Hana grunting in extreme pain as her artificial nerves were generating erratic data. As he wiggled and shook the panel around trying to pry it loose, the panel let out a metallic groan as it was being bent and disfigured. Bits and pieces of the slits on the armor layer broke off with a ping, along with the small connectors inside of them, which let out a puff of sparks and a short buzz as they were severed. Light blue coolant that was once flowing through the microtubules embedded inside the panel now spurted out of the severed connectors in short bursts. Once it was fully removed, the guard handed the panel to the first scientist, who studied the cross section carefully.

She got a scalpel from the nearby toolset and began to cut through the outer skin layer, carving out a sample of the material for analysis. Inside the resulting hole, there was a thick layer of metal that was clearly different from the interior layer. Whereas the inner layer looked like it was made of some sort of sheet metal, this intermediate layer took on the appearance of kevlar, although it was much shinier in appearance.

“Hmm… Outer skin layer with indicator lights, RF shielding with embedded circuitry on the innermost layer and… What’s this? A bulletproof armor layer? Heavily reinforced, it would seem… No wonder our guards couldn’t stop you.”

“P-please, ma’am… I just want to go back home now…” Hana whimpered as she was examined. The scientists simply ignored her as they continued their research.

“Alright, let’s focus our attention on the extremities for now,” the male scientist decided. “We’ll save the best for last.”

They began the process once more on the skin panels on her legs, using a laser to fry the magnetic circuits sealing the panels, and melting the skin to expose the physical slits on the armor layer. It wasn’t long before the entire lab room began to smell of burnt plastic. By the time they were finished, Hana’s legs were completely stripped of skin and armor, leaving behind… Quite a lot, actually. Even at the extremities, Hana’s internals were quite intricate, despite appearing simple. Her skeleton was composed of several rods of tungsten-titanium alloy with hydraulic valves to allow for high force output, surrounded by several sets of elastic artificial muscle fabric and metallic armored casing. The circuitry and wiring was cleverly hidden in the space between the muscle and endoskeleton, leaving more room for more powerful servos, larger muscles, and thicker armor plating.

“Hmm… Definitely quite a lot of raw power under the hood, no doubt thanks to its simple construction,” the second scientist observed. “Now, then, let’s split this leg open in order to get a cross section.” He brought the high-power laser over to the leg, recalibrated and aimed it at the upper leg, and fired it up. As soon as the beam hit the muscle fabric, the bundles of muscle began disintegrating and loosening, leaving behind several stray hairlike strands. The smoke emanating from the singed muscle was much thicker this time. While the scientists carefully observed and studied the components’ reactions, Hana shook her head, urging the scientists to stop to no avail.

“Ahh, I see. Artificial muscle designed to mimic the human muscle,” the male scientist observed. “It appears to be composed of strands of carbon nanotubes reinforced with synthetic fiber.” He noticed that the muscles began to saturate themselves with a blue liquid. It was seeping out of the muscle bundles and pouring out of the severed strands. “What do you suppose that blue liquid could be?” he asked his colleague.

“It’s most likely coolant, given the unusual color and the fact that it’s preventing the muscle strands from catching fire,” she explained. “As for the composition of the--”

Without any warning, the leg began to spasm wildly, shaking and vibrating in place as the muscles and servos were going haywire. A shower of blue sparks and electrical arcs spewed out of the incision made by the laser, and Hana let out a long, loud, heavily distorted scream, almost drowning out the electrical buzzing of the circuits and the whirring, whining, and jackhammering of the hyperactive motors.

“What the hell…!?” the scientists shouted out. The guard grabbed hold of his weapon, ready to draw it and call for backup just in case the gynoid’s escape attempt was successful. Although Hana’s entire body was violently spasming and convulsing, it didn’t appear to be an escape attempt at all. Her facial expression was contorted, and changing rapidly as she was spasming, a clear indicator that she wasn’t in control at all.

After a few moments of cacophony, she suddenly fell silent and still, the half-severed leg had stopped spasming and shorting out, and even the coolant spillage had slowed down considerably as her systems automatically cut off system service to her leg. The guard and scientists relaxed a bit, although they were still very much on edge and worried that it might happen again.

Looking at the cross section of the leg, it was easy to see the root cause of the malfunction. Once the laser beam had breached the interior circuitry, which is normally hidden by the muscle chambers, several of the embedded circuits had shorted out at once, with the voltage controller being one of them. This caused the flow of electrical current to become unregulated, triggering a feedback loop that overloaded the other circuits and propagated throughout all of her systems.

“Shit, how could we have missed that!?” the female scientist griped.

“Don’t worry,” her colleague assured her. “We still have one perfectly good leg left.” He then grabbed the severed lower leg, giving it a yank in order to loosen it. The remaining circuits and muscle fibers separated from the body with a rip and a snap, along with a little trickle of coolant still leaking. He placed the severed leg on a neighboring table, then focused his attention towards the other leg.

They repeated the same process on the other leg, stripping it of its skin entirely to reveal the metal skeleton and bundles of muscle fabrics. This time around, they’ve learned their lesson and instead tried decoupling the leg right at the joint. Right at the base, where the servo array was, lay the composite ball joint. It was surrounded by several circuits and connectors, which were fairly easy to disconnect. The leg was completely immobile, allowing the scientist to loosen the joint. It unlatched with a metallic clink, and the female scientist set the stripped leg down on the table next to Hana. They called for another scientist and had him disassemble the leg while they went to work on the arms.

Hana’s arms got the same treatment, and while the overall composition of the arms were the same as the legs, it was packed with much more machinery. Each of the forearms housed their own miniature power generator hooked up to a small embedded plasma cannon. The cannon itself was split into several sections, each one folded into the musculature to save space.

“Well, now, this certainly looks interesting…” the male scientist said, prodding the cannon’s connectors with metal contacts. The current running through the contacts triggered the plasma cannon to activate. The small servos inside Hana’s hand joints whirred softly as they folded inwards, with the cannon components extending and taking their place. The contraption came to life, emitting a low electrical hum to indicate its activation. The scientist disconnected her arm’s circuits and mechanics from Hana’s body, putting it on the same table as the severed legs. All that was left of Hana now was half a leg, an arm, a torso and head. But, they weren’t quite finished with her yet.

There was a single skin panel missing from her chest, and through it one could see her most delicate, complicated systems such as her portable fusion generator and primary controller CPU. It was inactive due to the malfunction she suffered moments ago, so the scientist decided to jump-start it by poking one of the CPU contacts with a charged contact rod.

Her body spasmed for a brief moment, although not as severely as before, and her face was frozen with a shocked expression.

“AA\\\\AAAA////A… Oh… What was that…? It hurt…” she mumbled after she regained consciousness.

“There we are,” the female scientist said, dismissing her question. “Now we can study your software as well as your hardware. You know what to do,” she said, nodding to her colleague.

“On it,” he replied as he brought the laser back up to her chest. Although he was careful not to cut into any of the internal components with the beam, it did occasionally shine on her circuits, causing her to freeze up, spasm, or randomly speak in a distorted voice. As if her body wasn’t already advanced enough, her chest was packed with even more advanced tech, such as an array of dedicated systems control CPUs hidden inside a bay in between her breasts, flexible pouches filled with coolant and active fusion fuel, and of course, at her very core, the ether furnace that supplied her with energy and life. There was a release button on her CPU bay. The female scientist pressed it, and with a hydraulic hiss, out popped a tray with a motherboard holding all of the CPU cores.

She grabbed hold of one of them, labeled ‘MOTOR’. “I don’t think you’ll be needing this, seeing how you’re unable to move anyway,” the female scientist said with a chuckle as she slid the core out of its socket. It came loose with a click, and her internals let out a series of beeps and whirs as her servos and muscles relaxed.

“Mhm… Looks just like any ordinary processor… But with significantly more data contacts,” she observed, then tossed the core to where her severed limbs were. She then pressed another button to release the clamps restraining her body, as she was no longer in control of it at all. Her body slumped and slid down the table a bit before it was picked up by the two scientists and relocated to the same table as her severed limbs.

“I think we’ve gathered enough information on her hardware to reconfigure her, now let’s try to take control of and reconfigure her mind,” he suggested, and plugged in another cable on the same interface panel as the power cord in the side of her head, connecting her to one of the laboratory’s computer terminals.

“Huh…? What are you-- Maintenance mode activated. High-level processes have been temporarily suspended,”she said in the same metallic voice as before. The terminal had instantly triggered her maintenance mode upon first contact, as it was programmed to do.

“Perfect! We’re in already. It seems as though her interfaces are the same as most other automatons,” he observed. “Now, then… This should simply be a matter of loading the package and letting it do its work.” He typed a series of commands into the terminal, then pressed Return.

“Loading package ASSM22-Guard… Loaded successfully,” she droned. “Now installing… Please do not shut down or reconfigure this unit.” A beep came from her head, and her detached arm twitched slightly. “Warning. Hardware anomalies detected. Ignoring and continuing installation.” A spark flew from the empty socket where her motor control chip belonged. “Error. Motor control module missing.” Her head and neck turned sharply to one side, with the servos inside whirring loudly as they moved. “Err-error. This unit -bzzt- unit’s hardware is severely dam-dam-damaged. Attemptinginginging repppaaaaaairrsss.” Her voice slowed down and became even more distorted and her head violently jerked side to side as her processors were running a motor control test, but with the necessary chip missing, all it managed to do was cause her servos to spin out of control and her processors to overload. Although the limbs were detached, they maintained wireless communication with her ‘brain’. Although the wireless connection was used only for diagnostic purposes, the maintenance routines bypass this limitation by default, allowing them to move even when severed. In this case, the detached limbs were twitching and jerking around, with a shower of sparks and coolant flowing from the stumps on both ends.

“Shit! Make it stop! Cancel the process!!” she pleaded to her colleague.

“I can’t; there’s no option to cancel it! The only way to do that would be to disconnect its power sources!” he replied.

“Then do it!!” she yelled.

Before they had the opportunity to do so, however, smoke began to pour out of Hana’s exposed systems as they twitched and jerked more violently, with her head detaching itself from her body from the sheer force. It came apart with a nasty metallic groan and loud ripping sound.

“Repairs failed. Severe hardware damage. Hana-JD unit rebooting. Re-re-rebooting. Error. Unable to reboot. Severe hardware hardwaaaaaare failure. Error. Rebooting. Error. Rebooting errrebootingerr…” Her voice grew in pitch, and the distortion intensified along with it as she was caught in yet another feedback loop. A hatch in her head popped open to reveal the primary CPU cores, some of which were smoking hot and surrounded with sparks electrical arcs. Eventually, her systems could take no more and with one final burst of energy, a bright flash of blue light emanated from her body, caused by sparks and electrical arcs jumping between all parts of her body.

By the time the ordeal was over, Hana’s body parts were splayed all over the lab floor, with several of the internal components loose, ripped or charred. Hana’s head lay lifeless on the table, with an expression that could only be described as ahegao gone wrong. With one last breath, it uttered in an extremely deep, slowed down, distorted voice. “Rreeeeboootiiiingggg…”

“Well, shit…” the female scientist moped. “What now? We could have had a super-soldier on our hands!”

“We still might,” he said with a shrug. “Some of her parts are still salvageable, including the CPU. and some of her memory drives.”

They sighed and began picking up the pieces, putting them all in a bucket and closing the lid once they were done. The CPU and memory drives were separated from the rest of the components and placed on a shelf. Now, Hana (or what remains of her) was reduced to nothing but spare parts for the scientists and scholars of Mor Ardain to pick from for their projects.
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Hana's Catastrophic Failure

2020-02-02T19:03:10Z

YajuShinki:

'''WRITTEN BY:''' YajuShinki
'''COMMISSIONED BY:''' Technophile91

After a heart-wrenching and traumatizing defeat, Tora returned to his home in Torigoth and walked straight up to his laboratory, laying out the several pieces of what remained of Hana on the table. There was far too little left of her to repair her, so he had no choice but to rebuild her entirely. It took almost an entire month of nonstop hard work, but she was finally rebuilt and upgraded.

With the chassis finally done and assembled, Tora hooked it up to the power main and conked out, leaving Hana to charge overnight. There was, however, one crucial component that he forgot about: her AI software. It was still suspended in the same weird state it was in during the battle. In the middle of the night, once her systems had enough power, Hana suddenly came back online.

She still remembered that she was tasked with defeating the Territorial Rotbart, but now that it was out of the picture, she had to choose a new target. In order to do that, she decided to roam around in search of a new opponent.

Her travels took her all the way to the gates of Mor Ardain, an industrial metropolis with heavily armed guards patrolling the gates. As soon as she approached the entrance, a couple of guards blocked and stood in her way, weapons unsheathed.

“Halt, intruder!” shouted one of them. “Present your identification or leave immediately!” ordered the other.

Hana simply stared at them with a blank expression and said, “New targets identified and registered. Continuing execution of previous command.”

The two guards looked at each other, confused. In that split second, she managed to lunge at one of them and knock them unconscious in one blow and landed a hit on the other, but not before he was able to yell for backup. Before long, Hana was fighting against a multitude of guards. Though they had strength in numbers, none of them were able to land a single blow on Hana. The fight didn’t last long, however, as the long journey to Mor Ardain had used up most of her energy. Suddenly, her body stiffened up and she stood immobile, uttering the words, “Warning: power reserves critically low. Commencing emergency shutdown.” before collapsing onto the floor.

The guards stood in a circle around the downed android, looking in awe as they saw that their opponent was a machine. They talked amongst themselves, wondering what to do with her. Toss her into an incinerator? Sell her off for scrap? No, somebody had an even better idea: haul her to the laboratories and have the eggheads cut into her to see what makes her tick, and maybe they’ll have a new super-robo-guard afterward!

It was settled, then. Hana’s body was carried into the confines of Mor Ardain, straight to the industrial lab complex.

The gynoid’s body was carried into a vacant laboratory examination room, where a couple of scientists, a man and a woman, were waiting for the surprise shipment. There was an examination table and an array of tools ready to carve into their specimen. At first, they were confused.

“A girl!?” the male scientist shouted. “You want me to dissect a girl!? If you wanted to have her as a guard, you should have taken her to the correctional facility to interrogate her!”

“Look closely,” the guard urged. “You’ll find that she’s not what she appears to be.”

They took a closer look and gasped as they felt the skin. It felt almost like skin, but not quite… It was high-quality plastic designed to feel like synthetic skin. The two scientists got to work immediately, preparing the examination table for their apparently synthetic specimen. They lifted Hana’s lifeless body and placed it down on the table. With the press of a button, a series of clamps revealed themselves and protruded from the table, positioned right in between her arms and legs. They sealed shut with a whirr-clang, squeezing down hard on Hana’s joints. They stripped her of clothing and accessories, leaving the entirety of her bare skin exposed. The seams of the skin panels were clearly defined, and along some of them were indicator lights embedded into the skin itself. They were all turned off, indicating total system failure.

“Alright, first thing’s first,” the male scientist said. “Now that we’ve got her restrained, let’s get her systems up and running again.”

They were able to find an interface panel by pulling back Hana’s purple hair, where there were several ports and connectors with their description etched onto the skin. They hooked her up to the lab room’s power supply, and the indicator lights on her skin began to flash orange as her systems began to boot up.

After a few moments, she spoke with a metallic, tiny voice. “Error: Unit Hana-JD is unable to reboot from previous session. Loading backup image HBAK_00106549…” Her eyes flashed green a few times before she blinked and suddenly jerked awake, looking around frantically. “Where am I!? Who are you!? Toraaa!! Tora, help!! Where are yoouuu?!!?” she shouted.

“Silence!” the guard commanded. “You have been caught trespassing and attempting to enter Mor Ardain, and assaulted and caused severe injury to a guard member. Normally, we would sentence you to forced servitude, but seeing how you are not a person, but a machine, you will be disassembled for research.”

“W-what!? No, wait! I don’t even know how I got he-IIIYYYAAAAGH!!” Her protesting was cut short by a sudden electrical shock from the power supply.

“You are to remain silent until the procedure is over,” the female scientist demanded. “By which point, you will have been rebuilt and reprogrammed to serve as a robot patrol guard.”

She shook her head, mumbling panickedly and begging. Once again, her begging was cut short, this time by a loud buzzing sound and a blinding light. A high-powered laser mounted from the ceiling was being used to cut into her skin, its beam focused on and running along the seams, with a thin stream of smoke flowing from the skin and metal, along with an occasional spark whenever a magnetic seal was undone. Parts of the skin were seared and melted, leaving a mixture of plastic and dissolved vinyl dripping onto the table with the consistency of jelly. With every seal broken and magnetic subcircuit fried, the skin panel’s indicator light flickered and dimmed until it fully unlocked with a distinct clink as it was unfastened from its slot.

“Now, then, let’s see what you’re made of…” the female scientist said as she pried the central skin panel on Hana’s chest away from her body. Although the magnetic seal was disabled, it was still attached to the other neighboring panels via interlocking slits, so it took quite a lot of force to fully detach it. The guard stepped in and began prying off the skin panel, with Hana grunting in extreme pain as her artificial nerves were generating erratic data. As he wiggled and shook the panel around trying to pry it loose, the panel let out a metallic groan as it was being bent and disfigured. Bits and pieces of the slits on the armor layer broke off with a ping, along with the small connectors inside of them, which let out a puff of sparks and a short buzz as they were severed. Light blue coolant that was once flowing through the microtubules embedded inside the panel now spurted out of the severed connectors in short bursts. Once it was fully removed, the guard handed the panel to the first scientist, who studied the cross section carefully.

She got a scalpel from the nearby toolset and began to cut through the outer skin layer, carving out a sample of the material for analysis. Inside the resulting hole, there was a thick layer of metal that was clearly different from the interior layer. Whereas the inner layer looked like it was made of some sort of sheet metal, this intermediate layer took on the appearance of kevlar, although it was much shinier in appearance.

“Hmm… Outer skin layer with indicator lights, RF shielding with embedded circuitry on the innermost layer and… What’s this? A bulletproof armor layer? Heavily reinforced, it would seem… No wonder our guards couldn’t stop you.”

“P-please, ma’am… I just want to go back home now…” Hana whimpered as she was examined. The scientists simply ignored her as they continued their research.

“Alright, let’s focus our attention on the extremities for now,” the male scientist decided. “We’ll save the best for last.”

They began the process once more on the skin panels on her legs, using a laser to fry the magnetic circuits sealing the panels, and melting the skin to expose the physical slits on the armor layer. It wasn’t long before the entire lab room began to smell of burnt plastic. By the time they were finished, Hana’s legs were completely stripped of skin and armor, leaving behind… Quite a lot, actually. Even at the extremities, Hana’s internals were quite intricate, despite appearing simple. Her skeleton was composed of several rods of tungsten-titanium alloy with hydraulic valves to allow for high force output, surrounded by several sets of elastic artificial muscle fabric and metallic armored casing. The circuitry and wiring was cleverly hidden in the space between the muscle and endoskeleton, leaving more room for more powerful servos, larger muscles, and thicker armor plating.

“Hmm… Definitely quite a lot of raw power under the hood, no doubt thanks to its simple construction,” the second scientist observed. “Now, then, let’s split this leg open in order to get a cross section.” He brought the high-power laser over to the leg, recalibrated and aimed it at the upper leg, and fired it up. As soon as the beam hit the muscle fabric, the bundles of muscle began disintegrating and loosening, leaving behind several stray hairlike strands. The smoke emanating from the singed muscle was much thicker this time. While the scientists carefully observed and studied the components’ reactions, Hana shook her head, urging the scientists to stop to no avail.

“Ahh, I see. Artificial muscle designed to mimic the human muscle,” the male scientist observed. “It appears to be composed of strands of carbon nanotubes reinforced with synthetic fiber.” He noticed that the muscles began to saturate themselves with a blue liquid. It was seeping out of the muscle bundles and pouring out of the severed strands. “What do you suppose that blue liquid could be?” he asked his colleague.

“It’s most likely coolant, given the unusual color and the fact that it’s preventing the muscle strands from catching fire,” she explained. “As for the composition of the--”

Without any warning, the leg began to spasm wildly, shaking and vibrating in place as the muscles and servos were going haywire. A shower of blue sparks and electrical arcs spewed out of the incision made by the laser, and Hana let out a long, loud, heavily distorted scream, almost drowning out the electrical buzzing of the circuits and the whirring, whining, and jackhammering of the hyperactive motors.

“What the hell…!?” the scientists shouted out. The guard grabbed hold of his weapon, ready to draw it and call for backup just in case the gynoid’s escape attempt was successful. Although Hana’s entire body was violently spasming and convulsing, it didn’t appear to be an escape attempt at all. Her facial expression was contorted, and changing rapidly as she was spasming, a clear indicator that she wasn’t in control at all.

After a few moments of cacophony, she suddenly fell silent and still, the half-severed leg had stopped spasming and shorting out, and even the coolant spillage had slowed down considerably as her systems automatically cut off system service to her leg. The guard and scientists relaxed a bit, although they were still very much on edge and worried that it might happen again.

Looking at the cross section of the leg, it was easy to see the root cause of the malfunction. Once the laser beam had breached the interior circuitry, which is normally hidden by the muscle chambers, several of the embedded circuits had shorted out at once, with the voltage controller being one of them. This caused the flow of electrical current to become unregulated, triggering a feedback loop that overloaded the other circuits and propagated throughout all of her systems.

“Shit, how could we have missed that!?” the female scientist griped.

“Don’t worry,” her colleague assured her. “We still have one perfectly good leg left.” He then grabbed the severed lower leg, giving it a yank in order to loosen it. The remaining circuits and muscle fibers separated from the body with a rip and a snap, along with a little trickle of coolant still leaking. He placed the severed leg on a neighboring table, then focused his attention towards the other leg.

They repeated the same process on the other leg, stripping it of its skin entirely to reveal the metal skeleton and bundles of muscle fabrics. This time around, they’ve learned their lesson and instead tried decoupling the leg right at the joint. Right at the base, where the servo array was, lay the composite ball joint. It was surrounded by several circuits and connectors, which were fairly easy to disconnect. The leg was completely immobile, allowing the scientist to loosen the joint. It unlatched with a metallic clink, and the female scientist set the stripped leg down on the table next to Hana. They called for another scientist and had him disassemble the leg while they went to work on the arms.

Hana’s arms got the same treatment, and while the overall composition of the arms were the same as the legs, it was packed with much more machinery. Each of the forearms housed their own miniature power generator hooked up to a small embedded plasma cannon. The cannon itself was split into several sections, each one folded into the musculature to save space.

“Well, now, this certainly looks interesting…” the male scientist said, prodding the cannon’s connectors with metal contacts. The current running through the contacts triggered the plasma cannon to activate. The small servos inside Hana’s hand joints whirred softly as they folded inwards, with the cannon components extending and taking their place. The contraption came to life, emitting a low electrical hum to indicate its activation. The scientist disconnected her arm’s circuits and mechanics from Hana’s body, putting it on the same table as the severed legs. All that was left of Hana now was half a leg, an arm, a torso and head. But, they weren’t quite finished with her yet.

There was a single skin panel missing from her chest, and through it one could see her most delicate, complicated systems such as her portable fusion generator and primary controller CPU. It was inactive due to the malfunction she suffered moments ago, so the scientist decided to jump-start it by poking one of the CPU contacts with a charged contact rod.

Her body spasmed for a brief moment, although not as severely as before, and her face was frozen with a shocked expression.

“AA\\\\AAAA////A… Oh… What was that…? It hurt…” she mumbled after she regained consciousness.

“There we are,” the female scientist said, dismissing her question. “Now we can study your software as well as your hardware. You know what to do,” she said, nodding to her colleague.

“On it,” he replied as he brought the laser back up to her chest. Although he was careful not to cut into any of the internal components with the beam, it did occasionally shine on her circuits, causing her to freeze up, spasm, or randomly speak in a distorted voice. As if her body wasn’t already advanced enough, her chest was packed with even more advanced tech, such as an array of dedicated systems control CPUs hidden inside a bay in between her breasts, flexible pouches filled with coolant and active fusion fuel, and of course, at her very core, the ether furnace that supplied her with energy and life. There was a release button on her CPU bay. The female scientist pressed it, and with a hydraulic hiss, out popped a tray with a motherboard holding all of the CPU cores.

She grabbed hold of one of them, labeled ‘MOTOR’. “I don’t think you’ll be needing this, seeing how you’re unable to move anyway,” the female scientist said with a chuckle as she slid the core out of its socket. It came loose with a click, and her internals let out a series of beeps and whirs as her servos and muscles relaxed.

“Mhm… Looks just like any ordinary processor… But with significantly more data contacts,” she observed, then tossed the core to where her severed limbs were. She then pressed another button to release the clamps restraining her body, as she was no longer in control of it at all. Her body slumped and slid down the table a bit before it was picked up by the two scientists and relocated to the same table as her severed limbs.

“I think we’ve gathered enough information on her hardware to reconfigure her, now let’s try to take control of and reconfigure her mind,” he suggested, and plugged in another cable on the same interface panel as the power cord in the side of her head, connecting her to one of the laboratory’s computer terminals.

“Huh…? What are you-- Maintenance mode activated. High-level processes have been temporarily suspended,”she said in the same metallic voice as before. The terminal had instantly triggered her maintenance mode upon first contact, as it was programmed to do.

“Perfect! We’re in already. It seems as though her interfaces are the same as most other automatons,” he observed. “Now, then… This should simply be a matter of loading the package and letting it do its work.” He typed a series of commands into the terminal, then pressed Return.

“Loading package ASSM22-Guard… Loaded successfully,” she droned. “Now installing… Please do not shut down or reconfigure this unit.” A beep came from her head, and her detached arm twitched slightly. “Warning. Hardware anomalies detected. Ignoring and continuing installation.” A spark flew from the empty socket where her motor control chip belonged. “Error. Motor control module missing.” Her head and neck turned sharply to one side, with the servos inside whirring loudly as they moved. “Err-error. This unit -bzzt- unit’s hardware is severely dam-dam-damaged. Attemptinginginging repppaaaaaairrsss.” Her voice slowed down and became even more distorted and her head violently jerked side to side as her processors were running a motor control test, but with the necessary chip missing, all it managed to do was cause her servos to spin out of control and her processors to overload. Although the limbs were detached, they maintained wireless communication with her ‘brain’. Although the wireless connection was used only for diagnostic purposes, the maintenance routines bypass this limitation by default, allowing them to move even when severed. In this case, the detached limbs were twitching and jerking around, with a shower of sparks and coolant flowing from the stumps on both ends.

“Shit! Make it stop! Cancel the process!!” she pleaded to her colleague.

“I can’t; there’s no option to cancel it! The only way to do that would be to disconnect its power sources!” he replied.

“Then do it!!” she yelled.

Before they had the opportunity to do so, however, smoke began to pour out of Hana’s exposed systems as they twitched and jerked more violently, with her head detaching itself from her body from the sheer force. It came apart with a nasty metallic groan and loud ripping sound.

“Repairs failed. Severe hardware damage. Hana-JD unit rebooting. Re-re-rebooting. Error. Unable to reboot. Severe hardware hardwaaaaaare failure. Error. Rebooting. Error. Rebooting errrebootingerr…” Her voice grew in pitch, and the distortion intensified along with it as she was caught in yet another feedback loop. A hatch in her head popped open to reveal the primary CPU cores, some of which were smoking hot and surrounded with sparks electrical arcs. Eventually, her systems could take no more and with one final burst of energy, a bright flash of blue light emanated from her body, caused by sparks and electrical arcs jumping between all parts of her body.

By the time the ordeal was over, Hana’s body parts were splayed all over the lab floor, with several of the internal components loose, ripped or charred. Hana’s head lay lifeless on the table, with an expression that could only be described as ahegao gone wrong. With one last breath, it uttered in an extremely deep, slowed down, distorted voice. “Rreeeeboootiiiingggg…”

“Well, shit…” the female scientist moped. “What now? We could have had a super-soldier on our hands!”

“We still might,” he said with a shrug. “Some of her parts are still salvageable, including the CPU. and some of her memory drives.”

They sighed and began picking up the pieces, putting them all in a bucket and closing the lid once they were done. The CPU and memory drives were separated from the rest of the components and placed on a shelf. Now, Hana (or what remains of her) was reduced to nothing but spare parts for the scientists and scholars of Mor Ardain to pick from for their projects.
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Hana's Catastrophic Failure

2020-02-02T18:58:51Z

YajuShinki: Created page with "After a heart-wrenching and traumatizing defeat, Tora returned to his home in Torigoth and walked straight up to his laboratory, laying out the several pieces of what remained..."

After a heart-wrenching and traumatizing defeat, Tora returned to his home in Torigoth and walked straight up to his laboratory, laying out the several pieces of what remained of Hana on the table. There was far too little left of her to repair her, so he had no choice but to rebuild her entirely. It took almost an entire month of nonstop hard work, but she was finally rebuilt and upgraded.

With the chassis finally done and assembled, Tora hooked it up to the power main and conked out, leaving Hana to charge overnight. There was, however, one crucial component that he forgot about: her AI software. It was still suspended in the same weird state it was in during the battle. In the middle of the night, once her systems had enough power, Hana suddenly came back online.

She still remembered that she was tasked with defeating the Territorial Rotbart, but now that it was out of the picture, she had to choose a new target. In order to do that, she decided to roam around in search of a new opponent.

Her travels took her all the way to the gates of Mor Ardain, an industrial metropolis with heavily armed guards patrolling the gates. As soon as she approached the entrance, a couple of guards blocked and stood in her way, weapons unsheathed.

“Halt, intruder!” shouted one of them. “Present your identification or leave immediately!” ordered the other.

Hana simply stared at them with a blank expression and said, “New targets identified and registered. Continuing execution of previous command.”

The two guards looked at each other, confused. In that split second, she managed to lunge at one of them and knock them unconscious in one blow and landed a hit on the other, but not before he was able to yell for backup. Before long, Hana was fighting against a multitude of guards. Though they had strength in numbers, none of them were able to land a single blow on Hana. The fight didn’t last long, however, as the long journey to Mor Ardain had used up most of her energy. Suddenly, her body stiffened up and she stood immobile, uttering the words, “Warning: power reserves critically low. Commencing emergency shutdown.” before collapsing onto the floor.

The guards stood in a circle around the downed android, looking in awe as they saw that their opponent was a machine. They talked amongst themselves, wondering what to do with her. Toss her into an incinerator? Sell her off for scrap? No, somebody had an even better idea: haul her to the laboratories and have the eggheads cut into her to see what makes her tick, and maybe they’ll have a new super-robo-guard afterward!

It was settled, then. Hana’s body was carried into the confines of Mor Ardain, straight to the industrial lab complex.

The gynoid’s body was carried into a vacant laboratory examination room, where a couple of scientists, a man and a woman, were waiting for the surprise shipment. There was an examination table and an array of tools ready to carve into their specimen. At first, they were confused.

“A girl!?” the male scientist shouted. “You want me to dissect a girl!? If you wanted to have her as a guard, you should have taken her to the correctional facility to interrogate her!”

“Look closely,” the guard urged. “You’ll find that she’s not what she appears to be.”

They took a closer look and gasped as they felt the skin. It felt almost like skin, but not quite… It was high-quality plastic designed to feel like synthetic skin. The two scientists got to work immediately, preparing the examination table for their apparently synthetic specimen. They lifted Hana’s lifeless body and placed it down on the table. With the press of a button, a series of clamps revealed themselves and protruded from the table, positioned right in between her arms and legs. They sealed shut with a whirr-clang, squeezing down hard on Hana’s joints. They stripped her of clothing and accessories, leaving the entirety of her bare skin exposed. The seams of the skin panels were clearly defined, and along some of them were indicator lights embedded into the skin itself. They were all turned off, indicating total system failure.

“Alright, first thing’s first,” the male scientist said. “Now that we’ve got her restrained, let’s get her systems up and running again.”

They were able to find an interface panel by pulling back Hana’s purple hair, where there were several ports and connectors with their description etched onto the skin. They hooked her up to the lab room’s power supply, and the indicator lights on her skin began to flash orange as her systems began to boot up.

After a few moments, she spoke with a metallic, tiny voice. “Error: Unit Hana-JD is unable to reboot from previous session. Loading backup image HBAK_00106549…” Her eyes flashed green a few times before she blinked and suddenly jerked awake, looking around frantically. “Where am I!? Who are you!? Toraaa!! Tora, help!! Where are yoouuu?!!?” she shouted.

“Silence!” the guard commanded. “You have been caught trespassing and attempting to enter Mor Ardain, and assaulted and caused severe injury to a guard member. Normally, we would sentence you to forced servitude, but seeing how you are not a person, but a machine, you will be disassembled for research.”

“W-what!? No, wait! I don’t even know how I got he-IIIYYYAAAAGH!!” Her protesting was cut short by a sudden electrical shock from the power supply.

“You are to remain silent until the procedure is over,” the female scientist demanded. “By which point, you will have been rebuilt and reprogrammed to serve as a robot patrol guard.”

She shook her head, mumbling panickedly and begging. Once again, her begging was cut short, this time by a loud buzzing sound and a blinding light. A high-powered laser mounted from the ceiling was being used to cut into her skin, its beam focused on and running along the seams, with a thin stream of smoke flowing from the skin and metal, along with an occasional spark whenever a magnetic seal was undone. Parts of the skin were seared and melted, leaving a mixture of plastic and dissolved vinyl dripping onto the table with the consistency of jelly. With every seal broken and magnetic subcircuit fried, the skin panel’s indicator light flickered and dimmed until it fully unlocked with a distinct clink as it was unfastened from its slot.

“Now, then, let’s see what you’re made of…” the female scientist said as she pried the central skin panel on Hana’s chest away from her body. Although the magnetic seal was disabled, it was still attached to the other neighboring panels via interlocking slits, so it took quite a lot of force to fully detach it. The guard stepped in and began prying off the skin panel, with Hana grunting in extreme pain as her artificial nerves were generating erratic data. As he wiggled and shook the panel around trying to pry it loose, the panel let out a metallic groan as it was being bent and disfigured. Bits and pieces of the slits on the armor layer broke off with a ping, along with the small connectors inside of them, which let out a puff of sparks and a short buzz as they were severed. Light blue coolant that was once flowing through the microtubules embedded inside the panel now spurted out of the severed connectors in short bursts. Once it was fully removed, the guard handed the panel to the first scientist, who studied the cross section carefully.

She got a scalpel from the nearby toolset and began to cut through the outer skin layer, carving out a sample of the material for analysis. Inside the resulting hole, there was a thick layer of metal that was clearly different from the interior layer. Whereas the inner layer looked like it was made of some sort of sheet metal, this intermediate layer took on the appearance of kevlar, although it was much shinier in appearance.

“Hmm… Outer skin layer with indicator lights, RF shielding with embedded circuitry on the innermost layer and… What’s this? A bulletproof armor layer? Heavily reinforced, it would seem… No wonder our guards couldn’t stop you.”

“P-please, ma’am… I just want to go back home now…” Hana whimpered as she was examined. The scientists simply ignored her as they continued their research.

“Alright, let’s focus our attention on the extremities for now,” the male scientist decided. “We’ll save the best for last.”

They began the process once more on the skin panels on her legs, using a laser to fry the magnetic circuits sealing the panels, and melting the skin to expose the physical slits on the armor layer. It wasn’t long before the entire lab room began to smell of burnt plastic. By the time they were finished, Hana’s legs were completely stripped of skin and armor, leaving behind… Quite a lot, actually. Even at the extremities, Hana’s internals were quite intricate, despite appearing simple. Her skeleton was composed of several rods of tungsten-titanium alloy with hydraulic valves to allow for high force output, surrounded by several sets of elastic artificial muscle fabric and metallic armored casing. The circuitry and wiring was cleverly hidden in the space between the muscle and endoskeleton, leaving more room for more powerful servos, larger muscles, and thicker armor plating.

“Hmm… Definitely quite a lot of raw power under the hood, no doubt thanks to its simple construction,” the second scientist observed. “Now, then, let’s split this leg open in order to get a cross section.” He brought the high-power laser over to the leg, recalibrated and aimed it at the upper leg, and fired it up. As soon as the beam hit the muscle fabric, the bundles of muscle began disintegrating and loosening, leaving behind several stray hairlike strands. The smoke emanating from the singed muscle was much thicker this time. While the scientists carefully observed and studied the components’ reactions, Hana shook her head, urging the scientists to stop to no avail.

“Ahh, I see. Artificial muscle designed to mimic the human muscle,” the male scientist observed. “It appears to be composed of strands of carbon nanotubes reinforced with synthetic fiber.” He noticed that the muscles began to saturate themselves with a blue liquid. It was seeping out of the muscle bundles and pouring out of the severed strands. “What do you suppose that blue liquid could be?” he asked his colleague.

“It’s most likely coolant, given the unusual color and the fact that it’s preventing the muscle strands from catching fire,” she explained. “As for the composition of the--”

Without any warning, the leg began to spasm wildly, shaking and vibrating in place as the muscles and servos were going haywire. A shower of blue sparks and electrical arcs spewed out of the incision made by the laser, and Hana let out a long, loud, heavily distorted scream, almost drowning out the electrical buzzing of the circuits and the whirring, whining, and jackhammering of the hyperactive motors.

“What the hell…!?” the scientists shouted out. The guard grabbed hold of his weapon, ready to draw it and call for backup just in case the gynoid’s escape attempt was successful. Although Hana’s entire body was violently spasming and convulsing, it didn’t appear to be an escape attempt at all. Her facial expression was contorted, and changing rapidly as she was spasming, a clear indicator that she wasn’t in control at all.

After a few moments of cacophony, she suddenly fell silent and still, the half-severed leg had stopped spasming and shorting out, and even the coolant spillage had slowed down considerably as her systems automatically cut off system service to her leg. The guard and scientists relaxed a bit, although they were still very much on edge and worried that it might happen again.

Looking at the cross section of the leg, it was easy to see the root cause of the malfunction. Once the laser beam had breached the interior circuitry, which is normally hidden by the muscle chambers, several of the embedded circuits had shorted out at once, with the voltage controller being one of them. This caused the flow of electrical current to become unregulated, triggering a feedback loop that overloaded the other circuits and propagated throughout all of her systems.

“Shit, how could we have missed that!?” the female scientist griped.

“Don’t worry,” her colleague assured her. “We still have one perfectly good leg left.” He then grabbed the severed lower leg, giving it a yank in order to loosen it. The remaining circuits and muscle fibers separated from the body with a rip and a snap, along with a little trickle of coolant still leaking. He placed the severed leg on a neighboring table, then focused his attention towards the other leg.

They repeated the same process on the other leg, stripping it of its skin entirely to reveal the metal skeleton and bundles of muscle fabrics. This time around, they’ve learned their lesson and instead tried decoupling the leg right at the joint. Right at the base, where the servo array was, lay the composite ball joint. It was surrounded by several circuits and connectors, which were fairly easy to disconnect. The leg was completely immobile, allowing the scientist to loosen the joint. It unlatched with a metallic clink, and the female scientist set the stripped leg down on the table next to Hana. They called for another scientist and had him disassemble the leg while they went to work on the arms.

Hana’s arms got the same treatment, and while the overall composition of the arms were the same as the legs, it was packed with much more machinery. Each of the forearms housed their own miniature power generator hooked up to a small embedded plasma cannon. The cannon itself was split into several sections, each one folded into the musculature to save space.

“Well, now, this certainly looks interesting…” the male scientist said, prodding the cannon’s connectors with metal contacts. The current running through the contacts triggered the plasma cannon to activate. The small servos inside Hana’s hand joints whirred softly as they folded inwards, with the cannon components extending and taking their place. The contraption came to life, emitting a low electrical hum to indicate its activation. The scientist disconnected her arm’s circuits and mechanics from Hana’s body, putting it on the same table as the severed legs. All that was left of Hana now was half a leg, an arm, a torso and head. But, they weren’t quite finished with her yet.

There was a single skin panel missing from her chest, and through it one could see her most delicate, complicated systems such as her portable fusion generator and primary controller CPU. It was inactive due to the malfunction she suffered moments ago, so the scientist decided to jump-start it by poking one of the CPU contacts with a charged contact rod.

Her body spasmed for a brief moment, although not as severely as before, and her face was frozen with a shocked expression.

“AA\\\\AAAA////A… Oh… What was that…? It hurt…” she mumbled after she regained consciousness.

“There we are,” the female scientist said, dismissing her question. “Now we can study your software as well as your hardware. You know what to do,” she said, nodding to her colleague.

“On it,” he replied as he brought the laser back up to her chest. Although he was careful not to cut into any of the internal components with the beam, it did occasionally shine on her circuits, causing her to freeze up, spasm, or randomly speak in a distorted voice. As if her body wasn’t already advanced enough, her chest was packed with even more advanced tech, such as an array of dedicated systems control CPUs hidden inside a bay in between her breasts, flexible pouches filled with coolant and active fusion fuel, and of course, at her very core, the ether furnace that supplied her with energy and life. There was a release button on her CPU bay. The female scientist pressed it, and with a hydraulic hiss, out popped a tray with a motherboard holding all of the CPU cores.

She grabbed hold of one of them, labeled ‘MOTOR’. “I don’t think you’ll be needing this, seeing how you’re unable to move anyway,” the female scientist said with a chuckle as she slid the core out of its socket. It came loose with a click, and her internals let out a series of beeps and whirs as her servos and muscles relaxed.

“Mhm… Looks just like any ordinary processor… But with significantly more data contacts,” she observed, then tossed the core to where her severed limbs were. She then pressed another button to release the clamps restraining her body, as she was no longer in control of it at all. Her body slumped and slid down the table a bit before it was picked up by the two scientists and relocated to the same table as her severed limbs.

“I think we’ve gathered enough information on her hardware to reconfigure her, now let’s try to take control of and reconfigure her mind,” he suggested, and plugged in another cable on the same interface panel as the power cord in the side of her head, connecting her to one of the laboratory’s computer terminals.

“Huh…? What are you-- Maintenance mode activated. High-level processes have been temporarily suspended,”she said in the same metallic voice as before. The terminal had instantly triggered her maintenance mode upon first contact, as it was programmed to do.

“Perfect! We’re in already. It seems as though her interfaces are the same as most other automatons,” he observed. “Now, then… This should simply be a matter of loading the package and letting it do its work.” He typed a series of commands into the terminal, then pressed Return.

“Loading package ASSM22-Guard… Loaded successfully,” she droned. “Now installing… Please do not shut down or reconfigure this unit.” A beep came from her head, and her detached arm twitched slightly. “Warning. Hardware anomalies detected. Ignoring and continuing installation.” A spark flew from the empty socket where her motor control chip belonged. “Error. Motor control module missing.” Her head and neck turned sharply to one side, with the servos inside whirring loudly as they moved. “Err-error. This unit -bzzt- unit’s hardware is severely dam-dam-damaged. Attemptinginginging repppaaaaaairrsss.” Her voice slowed down and became even more distorted and her head violently jerked side to side as her processors were running a motor control test, but with the necessary chip missing, all it managed to do was cause her servos to spin out of control and her processors to overload. Although the limbs were detached, they maintained wireless communication with her ‘brain’. Although the wireless connection was used only for diagnostic purposes, the maintenance routines bypass this limitation by default, allowing them to move even when severed. In this case, the detached limbs were twitching and jerking around, with a shower of sparks and coolant flowing from the stumps on both ends.

“Shit! Make it stop! Cancel the process!!” she pleaded to her colleague.

“I can’t; there’s no option to cancel it! The only way to do that would be to disconnect its power sources!” he replied.

“Then do it!!” she yelled.

Before they had the opportunity to do so, however, smoke began to pour out of Hana’s exposed systems as they twitched and jerked more violently, with her head detaching itself from her body from the sheer force. It came apart with a nasty metallic groan and loud ripping sound.

“Repairs failed. Severe hardware damage. Hana-JD unit rebooting. Re-re-rebooting. Error. Unable to reboot. Severe hardware hardwaaaaaare failure. Error. Rebooting. Error. Rebooting errrebootingerr…” Her voice grew in pitch, and the distortion intensified along with it as she was caught in yet another feedback loop. A hatch in her head popped open to reveal the primary CPU cores, some of which were smoking hot and surrounded with sparks electrical arcs. Eventually, her systems could take no more and with one final burst of energy, a bright flash of blue light emanated from her body, caused by sparks and electrical arcs jumping between all parts of her body.

By the time the ordeal was over, Hana’s body parts were splayed all over the lab floor, with several of the internal components loose, ripped or charred. Hana’s head lay lifeless on the table, with an expression that could only be described as ahegao gone wrong. With one last breath, it uttered in an extremely deep, slowed down, distorted voice. “Rreeeeboootiiiingggg…”

“Well, shit…” the female scientist moped. “What now? We could have had a super-soldier on our hands!”

“We still might,” he said with a shrug. “Some of her parts are still salvageable, including the CPU. and some of her memory drives.”

They sighed and began picking up the pieces, putting them all in a bucket and closing the lid once they were done. The CPU and memory drives were separated from the rest of the components and placed on a shelf. Now, Hana (or what remains of her) was reduced to nothing but spare parts for the scientists and scholars of Mor Ardain to pick from for their projects.
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Stories/YajuShinki

2020-02-02T18:57:25Z

YajuShinki: Created page with "== Original Works == * RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057 * RoboReview: Input/Output Q&A == Commissions == * Hana's Catastrophic Failure * Hana's Rebirth and..."

== Original Works ==
* [[RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057]]
* [[RoboReview: Input/Output Q&A]]

== Commissions ==
* [[Hana's Catastrophic Failure]]
* [[Hana's Rebirth and Death]]
* [[Rena-Doll's Self-Voided Warranty]]

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