Merger 5.0

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Althea cradled the clear plastic earplugs like dice in her gloved right hand. “BP9000,” she said, directly into the ear of the now upright receptionist unit, “Discontinue voice command.”

“Command accfepted,” came the dulcet-toned response from behind the plastic mouthguard, “Voif command difkontinued.” The square patch of tight black flesh covering the android’s back panel slid smoothly and automatically off of the LCD touchscreen underneath, allowing access for manually keyed commands, and the receptionist went silent. Althea began to forcefully insert each earplug, grabbing the side of the android’s smooth bald head with her free hand as she did so.

Carolyn gave the double-headed dildo, now fully inserted into the receptionist’s vagina and urethra, one last tug, and then, satisfied that it was firmly in place, snapped off her latex gloves and threw them into the wastepaper basket. She put on a fresh, clean pair, and grabbed one of the plastic jars Althea had laid out on the IRU receptionist’s desk, twisting off the black lid to reveal a white, viscous goo inside. The jars contained a special water-soluble plaster, proprietary to the company. As Althea inserted the second earplug, every orifice of the android was now safely sealed for shipping and handling. The next step was to thoroughly rub this plaster into its hair and allow it to harden into a solid mass; this would prevent any hair from being caught and torn in packing tape or velcro while the android was being warehoused, or moved from place to place. With the hair on top of the receptionist unit’s head conveniently removed and made ready for packing in a separate container, that left only the hair below: the wild, untamed bush, and the few straight and curly strands that studded the inside of the BP9000’s anal crease for the sake of slavish verisimilitude. While the presence of the latter hardly conformed to Carolyn’s conception of “luxury,” she supposed that the devil was in the details.

Althea had come up with a joking name for the plaster. She called it “hair relaxer.”

Althea gave one last twist of the earplug. “Got it,” she said.

“You ready?” asked Carolyn.

“Hand me that tub,” said Althea, “I’ll do the butt.”

“Butt of course,” said Carolyn with a smile, handing it over. Althea rolled her eyes and got down on her knees.

Carolyn picked up a second jar, opened it, and stared again at the android’s luxuriant pubic hair, as if unsure where to begin. Her eyes flitted up to the receptionist unit’s still smiling face: its thick lips parted over the plastic mouthguard, its cool, lifeless blue eyes staring back at her, like glass marbles set in ebony. The android’s sudden baldness seemed almost to enhance the serenity of its expression. A pair of plastic noseplugs were barely visible, stuffed up its broad nostrils by Althea.

Gently, rhythmically, Althea rubbed the fingers of her cream-covered right hand up and down between the receptionist’s buttocks, holding them open with her left. She worked the tips of them around the handle of the plastic buttplug still embedded in the unit’s anus, occasionally pinching and pushing at it to be sure it was still in place. The white plaster-paste filled the crevasse, coating everything.

With the tip of one gloved index finger, Carolyn slowly and deliberately traced the lower lip of the frozen android. She moved it to the centre of the mouth, curled it inside between the lip and the mouthguard, and peeled down, revealing the android’s soft, pink artificial gums. Then she let go, and the large lip whipped back into place with a wobble, eliciting zero reaction from its owner. Suppressing a giggle, Carolyn brought her index finger back to her own mouth, against her own lips, and then, absent-mindedly, sucked on it, like an infant sucking on a thumb, or a nipple.

“Carolyn?” came Althea’s voice from below.

Carolyn withdrew her finger from her mouth and stuck it straight into the plaster goo, churning a great gob onto the tip of it. “Coming,” she said sweetly, and, still staring intently into the receptionist android’s glassy eyes, pressed the gob into its pubic hair, and began to rub.

Althea had now squeezed her fingers into the space between the receptionist unit’s massive thighs and was rapidly rubbing them through, covering all of the hairs between the anus and the pubis. Carolyn continued staring into the android’s still eyes as she massaged its pubic hair with her hands, lathering the plaster like shampoo to coat every strand.

After a few minutes, Althea stood up, snapped off her plaster-coated latex gloves, and threw them into the wastepaper basket to slowly harden. “You almost done?” she asked.

“Almost,” said Carolyn, suppressing a slight shudder in her voice.

Althea pressed her fingertips against to the BP9000’s dark right shoulderblade and began to thumb through commands on the LCD screen of the rear access panel.

INITIATE COMPLETE SYSTEM SHUTDOWN.

WARNING: COMPLETE SYSTEM SHUTDOWN WILL RESULT IN ERASURE OF ALL PROGRAMS AND DATA. ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO CONTINUE? YES. NO.

Althea knew that virtually no programs or data remained on the BP9000 at present, though it did not occur to her to ask what had happened to them, or who had cleaned them off of the receptionist’s systems before she and Carolyn had arrived. In any case, she did not hesitate to key in “YES.” COMPLETE SYSTEM SHUTDOWN INITIATED, read the screen, which also offered a side prompt with the option to CANCEL as the countdown began.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

GOODBYE read the screen.

“Fiftem Fhutdown Inifialized,” said the receptionist android, its silky, spicy voice registering one last time: “Good-bye.” There was a final *beep*, and its smile faded, its lips large lips closing, the mass of the mouthguard behind them lending them a mildly pursed look. Its dark, long-lashed lids slid shut over its ghostly blue eyes. Its head slowly and mechanically tilted forward, with an almost inaudible sound of hydraulics being released, until its chin came to rest on its busty chest, with a final shudder and bounce. A certain momentary slackness came over the entire body, though only enough to cause a bend of a few degrees at the waist before it locked back in place and stiffened like stone. Carolyn felt the bend beneath her fingers, and the stiffness as it settled into the synthetic labial muscles underneath the last few curles of unplastered pubic hair, which she quickly twisted and coated with one deft flick of her wrist. The rectangle of flesh that had covered the robot’s rear access panel swiftly circled back into place over it and descended with a *whirr*, and then the receptionist, BP9000 NC 657, was truly still.

Carolyn stood up and snapped off her gloves. “All done,” she said.

Althea handed her one end of a large sheet of bubble wrap. “Just this, then, and we’re done for the day,” she said, smiling. The two robot girls twirled around the immobile receptionist with the plastic packing wrap, tying it up with hoops of tape after they had succeeded in completely mummifying the attractive body of the third android. The plastic bubbles pressed up against the still wet plaster around the android’s crotch and ass crack, but it didn’t matter: if it entrapped them as it hardened then they would just tear off when the package was unwrapped, and loose bits of plastic would come off in the wash when the hair was hosed off, fully intact. Carolyn gave the downcast face of the receptionist one last look, then covered it with a plastic sheet, swiftly affixing the same with a circle of tape around its scalp.

Althea pulled a black felt-tipped marker out of her breast pocket and used it to mark "BP9000" on the outside of the package; then the girls tilted the encased android over and hoisted it onto their shoulders like a roll of carpet, seemingly unfazed by the fact that it weighed well over 200 pounds, and carried it a few metres to the corner of the reception area, where five similarly-sized and marked plastic-wrapped packages lay stacked like in a pile. This pile, plainly visible to anyone in the room, appeared to have escaped the notice or comment of all three androids for the entire day; now the two that were still on their feet threw the third on top of it like a piece of driftwood, and brushed the dust off of their hands and clothes.

Carolyn and Althea looked at each other and smiled. “Woo-hoo!” said Carolyn.

“Done, finally,” said Althea, “Rebranding complete.”

“You know, the new guys had better appreciate all this hard work we’ve put in!”

Althea strode over to Carolyn, put her arm around her, and gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll tell you what,” she said, rubbing Carolyn’s back, “Let’s get out of here and get some drinks, and I’ll show you how much I appreciate all your hard, harrd work.”

“Okay,” said Carolyn, grinning. “My place or yours?”

“Mine,” said Althea. “I’ve got to show you the new stuff I’ve added since you were last over there.”

“Alright, let me just get my purse,” said Carolyn.

The two androids walked over to the receptionist’s desk and began gathering their things, Althea collecting the jugs of plaster next to her carrying case. Carolyn picked up her purse, and was about to zip it up, when she suddenly heard a *buzzing* coming from inside of it. She reached in and plucked out her Nokia phone.

Althea looked over at her with a mild frown. “Who is it?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Let me check,” said Carolyn, closing out of the Tetris GAME OVER screen and opening up her messages. It seemed to be a bulletin from IRU, with software and document updates attached. She thumbed it open.

Carolyn went silent. The sound of a fan gearing up to higher speed was momentarily audible in the room. Several minutes later, Althea looked up from the pile of packing supplies she was gathering up on the desk. “Carolyn?” she asked. Carolyn seemed frozen in place, staring at the glowing light of her smartphone, a blank expression on her face. “Carolyn?” Althea asked again, waving her hand in front of the other android’s eyes, “Yoo-hoo? Anyone home?” No response. She shook her friend on the shoulder. “Yo. What gives?”

With a start, Carolyn seemed to suddenly snap out of it. “Sorry!” she said, smiling. “Seemed to zone out for a second there. What were you saying?”

“Who was it?”

“Oh,” said Carolyn. “Just the company. Automated message.” She squinted her eyes then, and pointed at the pile on the desk behind Althea. “Say, Alt, that buttplug there, the fourth one down, do you know if that’s compatible with an HY-series?”

“Which one?” asked Altea, turning around.

Carolyn peeled back the nail of her index finger with a *click*. “The third biggest one.”

Althea bent over the desk for a closer look. “Yeah,” she said, not noticing as Carolyn brushed the hair away from the left side of her head, “It says that-”

With a single swift motion, Carolyn jammed the eSATAp cable mounted in her finger into the slot behind Althea’s left ear.

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