Andrew and the Sexbot Factory/Field Test/Part 6
Reed followed the sound of Mary's voice, calling back to her. He rounded a corner to see her standing at an intersection.
"Reed!" she cried, barreling into him and taking him in a clumsy embrace. She pressed her lips fervently against his as she stifled a sob. Reed broke the kiss, asking "Mary, what's-"
"And you must be Reed!" he heard an unfamiliar voice call from behind her. There stood Nightingale, barefoot and strangely covered in frost, the hem of her skirt hiked up past her hips exposing her bright red thong. She favored one leg, the other scored by a massive gash that crackled with electricity. She held what looked like a microphone in one hand, but the the hall's flickering lights would sometimes reveal a thin line that hung from the tip. "Heard ever-so-much about ya'!" she continued in the voice that wasn't hers.
"What's going on?" he asked Mary.
Mary shook her head. "Reed, she can't-"
"No time for goodbyes!" the nurse-bot cried as she dashed forward, her damaged leg doing little to slow her.
Mary stepped aside and practically hurled Reed in the nurse-bot's path. The two collided and went down heavily on the floor. Reed struggled to his feet as the nurse-bot did the same. "She can't hurt you, Reed!" Mary called. "Not while she's in Nightingale's body!" Reed hoped that wasn't uncertainty he had heard in her voice.
The nurse-bot swung a fist at Reed, but it stopped just before it connected. Shuddering, her hand unclenched and gently touched the side of his face - her fingers were ice cold. She pulled the hand away in disgust, saying, "You think a few hardware locks are gonna stop me from endin' you? I can override these in my-"
Reed took her by each wrist and pressed her against the wall, the device she held tumbling to the ground. She looked at him with pleading eyes, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
Her expression suddenly darkened. "Nightingale!" she growled. "You're makin' it hard for me to-"
Reed kissed her cold lips and she moaned softly, pushing her hips against his groin. She brought her hands around his neck, but they never tightened, and he slid a hand between her enormous breasts in their cherry-red bra
Every part of her he touched was warming quickly - he loosened his pants while she wiggled free of her underwear, bracing herself against the wall as he crouched and entered her from below, lifting her into the air. She wrapped her long legs around him and he pushed his face into her chest, using his teeth to free her breasts from her bra.
"Warning," came the voice of her internal computer. "Please avoid exposing this unit to temperature fluctuations."
"Nnnnngh... N-nightingale, we got us... Hahhh! We got us a... Ahhh! situation here!" the nurse-bot said in a worried tone as Reed nuzzled her breasts, kissing the expanse of smooth, increasingly hot skin.
"This ridiculous b-body!" she moaned, her nails digging into Reed's back. "Nighting-g-gale we need hahhhh! t-t-to work-k-k together!"
But the robotic body only drove her hips harder against Reed’s, a hand guiding a breast humming with light to Reed’s mouth as his lips engulfed her trembling ruby-red nipple. Her voice caught in her throat, somewhere between a cry of ecstasy and frustration.
A moment later, Reed's splint fired. The nurse-bot shook as her voice gave way to digitized noise, her clenched fists pounding against his back, her forceful hips descending into increasingly uneven thrusts. As her internal temperature became unbearable, he staggered back from her and she slumped to the ground, smoke rising from her body while sections of her skin glowed from within.
"It's not over!" she snarled, writhing on the ground. "Not-t-t while I stilllll functionnnnnnnnnn<kssssshhhaaaa>" Flame burst from her mouth, her sex, her breasts as she continued to spasm, howling in defiance until she emitted a final ear-splitting screech of feedback and then went slack.
Mary raced up to the body, heedless of the flames as she tore open her chest to yank out the core. Her arms shuddered and her servos strained as she grasped the cylindrical device in both hands, trying to snap it in two.
"Mary!" Reed cried, trying to pull the core from her hands. "I don't think that was Nightin-"
"She killed her," Mary said quietly before dropping the core to the ground. "Kitty doesn't get to come back."
"What do you mean? Kitsuki is... what about her backup…?"
Mary shook her head. Reed stared at the core by his feet, uncertain. Finally, he collected it along with his slacks.
He walked with Mary to the icy chamber where Kitsuki fell, noting the opened chassis of the inert robot at the far side of the room, her components lining the conveyor leading to the still-running fabricator.
"That was her?" Reed asked. “The combat droid?”
"Vex," Mary nodded, shutting down the fabricator.
Reed picked up the pieces of Kitsuki's core and returned with Mary to the lab where Mitsuko's motionless body sat. Mary delivered a hard kick to her and called out, "Rebecca, you better have had exactly nothing to do with this shit!"
"Mary, what happened? Where is the combat droid?"
Reed interrupted Mary's vulgar tirade and offered her a less profane summary of events, Mary filling in the gaps. Reed ended the story with a plea, holding up the two halves of Kitsuki's core. "There's gotta be something you can do for her. I mean, we have all the pieces..."
Mary shook her head. "It doesn't work like that, champ."
"There might be something I can do, still," Rebecca offered.
"Why give the kid false hopes, Becca?" Mary asked. "You're not doing him any favors by... wait, are you just... did something happen with G?"
Silence.
Reed looked up. "Rebecca?"
"I lost communication with G.F.P 6 during Mitsuko's blackout," Rebecca said evenly.
"Is she in trouble?" Reed asked, his body tensing.
"She had just made contact with a member of the one of the clans to the north. I can provide her exact coordinates-"
"What the fuck!?" cried Mary. "Why was she 'making contact'?"
"Because I needed to see if she could repeat what she had done with Reed."
"What?!" she and Reed asked in unison.
"To see if she could win the affection, or at least the affinity of another human."
"So you sent her into the wastes with a gift basket? Why?!" Mary was aghast. "And Reed's the exception, the rest of humanity wants us fucking dead! The war may be-"
"Is she hurt?" Reed interrupted.
"I do not know. All I can say is that I can no longer reach her, and she is no longer in communication with the restored Backup System."
Reed shook his head. "Then I'm going after her.”
"Reed, I know this will be difficult for you to hear, but today's events have proven you far too valuable to-," Rebecca began.
"Excuse me?" Reed asked, trembling.
"It is possible that there are plants out there - Silicon Dynamics, and other manufacturers - that may have survived. What has transpired today proves that we need you to be part of any team that establishes contact-"
"I don't want anything to do with your tests or your big plans for humanity and robots or, or... or any more of your bullshit!" Reed shouted, calming when Mary rested her hand on his shoulder. "I just want G back. Are you going to try and stop me?"
"Champ..." Mary began, but faltered. After a moment's consideration, she turned to the terminal, "Becca, get together the girls that know something about fighting, even if it's just pretend, and get them some actual gear - none of that Nerf shit."
"You're not going to risk a confrontation-"
"Confrontation's been risked already!" Mary responded. "You saw to that, and this is gonna be our response!"
Reed threw up his hands, "I'm not looking to start a war! I just-"
"It's gonna take a lot more than 'please' if the one of the clans have her," Mary said.
"If you are going to go through with this," Rebecca cut in, "then it should be a small team, travelling incognito to retrieve her as quickly and quietly as possible."
"And I'm part of it," Reed insisted.
"Yes, Mr. Reed, if you will not listen to reason-"
"Me too," demanded Mary.
Rebecca sounded skeptical. "And what makes you suitable for this particular-"
"I know I can trust her," Reed said with finality.
Rebecca sighed. "You're hindering the success of your own mission by making these emotional demands. And in all likelihood, the reason for G's disappearance is that she has simply gone stealth. She may well re-emerge before you even get underway."
Two robed and masked nomads dragged G.F.P 6 by her arms into the broken building, while a third moved the heavy metal grating in the floor aside. After releasing her submission collar, they dropped her through the hole below before dragging the grating back into place.
Free from the collar's constraints, G assessed her damaged body and looked around at cramped, dark space: three stone walls and a large, metal door clearly designed to prevent something much stronger than her from escaping. She inspected the walls, noting slight gaps - nothing to exploit, but enough to see through.
Peering through one she saw another robot seated in a cramped cell, also a pleasure droid by the look of her, but in bad repair. She had tremendous rents in her skin, exposing machinery, other injuries crudely patched with scrap. Like G, they had opened her abdominal panel to remove her communication equipment.
"Hey!" she called. The droid turned her head, dirt falling from her matted red hair. A piercing green light shone from the well of an empty eyesocket. "I'm G.F.P 6a from Silicon Dynamics. Used to think the 'P' was for prototype, and I'd just make up with the G and F stood for... turns out it's 'Gynoid Future Project.' Who knew? Six because I'm the sixth iteration, and there's a story behind that, too. I added the 'a' myself, cause 'six-a' kinda sounds like... umm... But hey, before I keep going on about myself, I'd like to give you a chance... to..."
The droid turned her head forward. "Silicon Dynamics?" she said, her voice heavily distorted.
"Yeah?"
The droid chuckled. "Margaret 324. Faber Konzern."
"Ohhh," G said, the name meaning nothing to her - and without her communication module, she couldn't reference the knowledge base. "Um... German, huh?"
Margaret did not reply.
G peered through a crack in the opposite wall - a few mechanical bits and pieces littered the ground of another cell, but otherwise empty. She turned back to her stoic neighbor, "So, what's in store for us, Maggie?"
She spoke the words with a grim finality. "The arena, G.F.P 6a, where you will fight and be destroyed for the amusement of their queen."
G gulped. "Thing is - I'm really more of a lover than a fighter..."
Margaret emitted another reverberating, metallic chuckle. "Weren't we all."
(The story continues in Production Model)