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Robotman: add Chapter 5

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	As she clicked the hang up button the cellphone, Moira set the phone in its charging bracket next to the other 8 cellphones used by the barmaids at Frenchy’s. As the next set of programmed instructions unspooled inside of her electronic mind, Moira began to prepare the lab for Alice’s replacement. Giving no further thoughts or attention to the other fembot she’d made love to only minutes before, she set about her duties.		As she clicked the hang up button the cellphone, Moira set the phone in its charging bracket next to the other 8 cellphones used by the barmaids at Frenchy’s. As the next set of programmed instructions unspooled inside of her electronic mind, Moira began to prepare the lab for Alice’s replacement. Giving no further thoughts or attention to the other fembot she’d made love to only minutes before, she set about her duties.

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			==Chapter 5==

			Unit FC1842D, also known as Morgan, drove the brightly colored “Finest Cuisines” food delivery truck to her destination: Frenchy’s Bar & Grill. Within her field of vision, a 3D electronic map was superimposed over the city. The electronic map was updated constantly via satellite feed and allowed Morgan to save valuable time by avoiding traffic delays and congested areas, basically a more complex version of the standard GPS system. However, with the flu running rampant in the city, traffic was surprisingly light. Many of the city’s inhabitants were staying home to nurse their illnesses, and thus Morgan made excellent driving time to the gastropub.

			The powerful servoes in Morgan's arms let her shift the gears and turn the wheels of the heavy truck with the speed and efficiency of the machine she was. Normally her cargo consisted of meats, cooking supplies and vegetables for the pub. But as a Fembot Command delivery vehicle, it also carried a secret cache of goods for the underground base located beneath Frenchy's. Today she carried the freshly manufactured, chassis of a replacement E-type Alice unit for the lab, packed carefully in a wooden crate marked “BEEF RIBS.” As she came within range of the lab's wi-fi network, she received a ping from it, then transmitted a burst back to the base. She pulled the vehicle to the rear of the pub and carefully backed it up to the sliding door, which rolled up as she applied the brakes.

			Inside the pub, all was dark in the predawn hours before opening time. A flurry of activity began as the master computer began transmitting programmed instructions to its fembot minions. Two of the pub’s barmaids, Ella and Hannah stepped fully clothed from their charging tubes. As their new instructions unspooled in their computerized chests, they each in unison reached up and removed the pretty pieces of complex hardware they used as faces. Each android placed the heavy masks in the cloth pouches in the aprons of their uniforms. With their true "faces" exposed, each machine activated its infared sensory equipment located inside the head. The infared gear could not operate with the facemasks in place, and now they sensed the heat, and ambient light all around them as they walked up from the basement, into the dark pub.

			Ella and Hannah, faces still exposed, walked to the back door where the loading docks for the pub were located. They sent a burst ping to Morgan, who used her own visual and audio systems to confirm there was no one around to see the exposed fembots. The fembot barmaids opened the back of the truck and began to take the cargo of food inside, transmitting stocks of inventory automatically to the lab’s central computer as their electronic sensors scanned the barcodes on the boxes. Morgan stepped to the back of the truck and lifted the heavy, long rectangular crate with the new Alice inside as if it were nothing. As she did so, the master computer took direct control of her systems. Having observed the data from the other fembots, it guided Morgan's movements precisely in the darkness, remembering exactly where everything was located, to avoid collision. She moved towards the women’s bathroom and the door opened automatically as the scanning screen concealed in the picture over the toilet focused on her eyes. Carrying the heavy crate down the steps and into the lab, Morgan stood the crate up on its end then turned to see Erica and Moira moving towards her. Both units had been cleaned and freshly recharged after their programmed love session, and they bore no hint of emotion as their programs ran throught heir electronic minds.

			“Replacement unit Alice 600 series, delivered to base,” Morgan intoned, emotionlessly. “Delivery of replacement unit Alice 600 series android confirmed,” replied Moira as she stepped past Morgan and began to pry the packing nails up from the wooden frame, to reveal a metal case with a scanning screen on the lid. Moira removed her own facemask and let the scanning screen on the lid of the metal case within the crate identify her as an authorized recipient. With a hiss the case unsealed and the lid pushed open slightly. Erica's motion systems acted and she leaned over, placing her tool hands on the lid pulling it open.

			Within the standing box, packed in soft, form-fitting, memory foam was the replacement Alice, ordered from central construction and repair 24 hours prior. She had been wrapped in an anti-static bag, and secured by straps within the box. Moira carefully lifted the unit out of the box and laid her on the table. Erica removed the bag and began removing Alice’s face and chest panels. Wordlessly, Moira and Erica inserted cables into the new unit and began the download to her systems from the central databank. The two technician androids then turned and began to pack Alice’s previous chassis into the crate.

			Morgan stood blankly as her directives changed and new programming took hold of her processes. She lifted the newly filled crate and was again taken over by the central computer as she turned without further conversation and left the lab. Morgan carried the case, containing the previous Alice unit to her truck, and after stowing it safely inside, began to help the other two androids unpack. After the truck had been unpacked and the loading door firmly secured, Morgan's new instructions took over and she proceeded to make the drive back to central assembly and repair. As the Finest Cuisines truck left the loading docks, Ella and Hannah moved about the pub, making sure tables were clean and everything was in order for the day to start at Frenchy’s.

			Beneath the gastropub, Alice’s downloads were complete. As her memory and programming arranged themselves in her digital mind, the two technician androids had opened her body panels and checked all of her systems to ensure proper operation. The technician units continued their work, Moira replacing each of Alice's panels and carefully locking them into a seamless state. Erica was carefully painting each of Alice's toes and fingernails in the predetermined shade of blue the central computer had chosen for Alice. Moira removed Alice’s heavy faceplate and attached it to a makeup stand nearby. With machine-like precision she applied preset makeup pattern 24 to Alice’s face, carefully painting her eyelids and lips in blues to match the toe and fingernails. She then removed the facemask from the stand, and approached Alice. As Erica disconnected the cables from Alice, Moira pressed the realistic facial covering device to the front of Alice's head and reattached her face.

			Satisfied that Alice's external appearance was complete, Moira pressed the reset buttion in Alice's chest panel, then replaced the synthetic flesh covered panel. Alice blinked as she rebooted then stated, “Fembot Command Unit FC42093E, testing functions. All systems nominal.” Moira set Alice’s new uniform and shoes beside the fembot as she commanded, “Alice, attire yourself in your proper uniform, and enter the charging booth until it is time for your next shift. Be sure to apply post-illness algorithims to your personality programming for at least 2 days.” Alice sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the lab table, “Yes Moira.” She picked up her clothing and set out to follow her instructions as she had been programmed.

			As the sun crept in through the windows, both Ella and Hannah removed their facemasks from their apron pouches. In unison the faceless machines replaced their facemasks and blinked, deactivating their infared sensory systems. The central computer alerted the units that the car of the pub's manager, Bill was approaching. Each fembot stopped and stood still, staring blankly as their personality emulation programs activated.

			Bill unlocked the front door and stepped inside the pub, “Good morning Mr. Edwards!” Ella’s tangle of blonde curls fell over her face as she smiled alluringly at him. Bill nodded and smiled at Ella, unable to help himself from staring at her cleavage. Ella's generous breasts wiggled with each circular motion of her hand on the tables, as she wiped them down. Hannah had already stationed herself at the greeter’s post, soft, electronic brown eyes twinkling at Bill as he passed, “Good morning Mr. Edwards!” Bill nodded to Hannah and passed through the doors to the employees area. The cooks soon began filing in and prepping for the day. Bill smiled and sat down in his office, turning on his computer. Alexandra entered the office and set a steaming cup of coffee, prepared exactly the way he liked it, down on his desk and gave him that smile all the barmaids had. Bill watched her ass outlined by her uniform as she left the office. He had the world’s best job.

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“Thank you for your patronage,” exclaimed the cheery-faced blonde barmaid to the departing guests of Frenchy’s Bar & Grill. As the door closed, her face momentarily became blank as the next set of instructions spooled out into her electronic mind. That same pink-cheeked face turned and her electronic, blue eyes alighted on the men dining at table four, in her designated section. Straightening her stylized barmaid’s uniform, she approached them with a frosty, cold pitcher of a local, craft beer.

Frenchy’s Bar & Grill, was a gastropub located in a trendy part of the city. On paper it was owned by Farnham Cochran and Associates, but no one had ever physically seen the man. All his business dealings were done by phone call, email or through a group of lovely women who identified themselves as secretaries and associates of the company.

As Sonia finished serving the diners their refills of beer, she replied to her customers, “Thank you for your patronage!” Her manager poked his head out from the back,“Sonia, take your break! I’ve got Alexandra to cover for you!” The fembot named Sonia nodded and flashed that same pre-programmed, cheery smile at Bill. Behind that smile were a complex series of miniature servomotors that moved the soft, latex skin of her face into its range of expressions, all part of the intricate electronics that made up her mask of a face.

Sonia stepped into the back, passing through the kitchen area where the human cooks worked to fill orders for the hungry customers. In the empty female employee’s restroom she locked the stall door and automatically reached up to her cheeks. A series of quiet clicks and a slight hiss of pressure preceded the seam line of her faceplate before it was pulled away to reveal the intricate series of electronics that functioned as her eyes, ears, and voice.

Disguised as a rather lurid artwork on the wall, the scanning panel emitted a green light, slowly moving across the circuitry, and flashing electronics of Sonia’s exposed, inner skull. When the light dissipated, a series of heavy bolts automatically slid back into the wall, and the toilet, along with the back wall of the stall opened inwards to reveal a series of stone stairs cut into the floor and leading into a chamber below. Faceplate still cradled in her realistic fingers, the machine called Sonia stepped down into the darkness, lights from her opened head illuminating the dark passage, intermittently as they flickered.

Another heavy vault door opened automatically at the fembot’s approach, revealing a well-lit, room filled with complex machines, tables and several glass tubes situated along the far wall. Inside the tubes stood more fembots, dressed in Frenchy’s barmaid costumes, staring blankly into space. A series of cables ran beneath each fembot’s frilly dress and into a port recessed in the small of their back. These cables fed power to the rechargeable lithium ion batteries in each girl’s shapely thighs, and updated programming to their firmware minds.

As if on autopilot, the faceless fembot continued across the lab and sat down in a chair surrounded by complex machinery. “Hello Sonia, how is your day?” asked Moira, one of the 700 series technicians assigned to the lab beneath Frenchy’s. “Fine, thank you,” the speaker set into Sonia’s electronic jumble of a face vibrated as she replied. Moira nodded, then pressed her fingers to a spot in Sonia’s collarbone, exposed by the deep-cut cleavage of her uniform. A rectangular section of skin in Sonia’s chest popped up, and Moira removed it, exposing more of Sonia’s electronics and ports.

Moira plugged a few cables into Sonia’s ports and head, then began working at the terminal connected to the other fembot. The technician model fembot’s realistic fingers flew over the keyboard as she collected data from Sonia’s storage drives. Sonia’s batteries showed 65% charge, and should have been more than sufficient to finish her 8 hour shift. What concerned Moira was the indicator that Sonia’s elbow servoes were showing a marked degradation in performance, likely from the work she was doing. She scheduled Sonia for a complete arm replacement, rather than taking the time to strip the skin, remove the servoes and replace it with new components, as it would take longer to do so. Moira noticed that Sonia had used the same response 30 times with the customers and began to add variations to the unit’s responses and changed the allowed number of responses between recycle.

Sonia’s faceless head began to emit each new response as it was added to her database, “Why thank you Sir/Madam, It’s been my pleasure to serve you Sir/Ma’am, thank you kindly Sir/Miss, thank you for your custom Sir/Ma’am, Frenchy’s thanks you Sir/Miss.” And on the list went until a total of 15 new responses were generated for Sonia to use when interacting with customers. Moira noted the time and unplugged the barmaid from her terminals, and replaced Sonia’s panels. “Resume job function, Sonia,” responded Moira as she stepped away to attend to another barmaid who lay supine on a table nearby.

Sonia stood up from the chair and proceeded back out of the lab, and up the stairs. Straightening her clothing, she stepped out of the bathroom stall with a customary flush of the toilet and back out into the pub.
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