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Aubrey shrugged. “Another favorite of size queens, but also big for breeders, or monster fuckers. People who love a lot of fluid and something a bit beyond typical human anatomy.”
“Ah… and that tubing must be for the… fluid."
"That's for the prostatic fluid, yeah." She leaned towards me again to trace the design. The warm skin of her shoulder brushed my side. Little sparks flared along my circuits at the feel of her smooth skin against my plates. Thanks to the rarer conductive properties of the sarmentium, my very structure had come alive when I did, allowing me to feel not only emotionally, but physically.
I wanted more of it.
I wanted to hold her again. I wanted to pull her closer, to lean around her as we read and analyzed the work order together. Human records would likely refer to me as a “creep” for such thoughts, but touch… I craved it.
And I wanted it from Aubrey. None of the lab techs, or that strange man, Peter, not even Rohn had given me such thoughts. Just her.
I was enamored with how she swayed, humming to herself as she worked. Her apron strings hugged her hips, the tie resting upon her buttocks—her “juicy ass”. My programming corrected me with updated terminology.
I wasn’t sure if this was a normal experience after awakening, but I wanted to connect. To touch. To bond. I wanted to experience anything and everything Aubrey had to offer.
It was a powerful urge that overrode so many of my more logical systems. I tightened the gears of my jaw, biting back the sensation.
Aubrey was being kind to me, not approaching me as a Pleasurebot. I didn’t want to be a creep or to take advantage of her kindness.
No matter how much my circuits craved it.
"How long have you been on A4-23?” Small talk would help. Yes, a distraction would help, indeed.
"About five years." Her voice had a delicious rasp to it. It seemed so at odds with her youthful appearance, but I liked it.
"What brought you here?"
She shrugged as she worked, hands never stopping as they connected gears and slid tubing between them. "The pay was good, and there was really nothing keeping me on Earth."
"No partner?"
"No,” she answered with a dismissive snort.
"Family?"
She sighed. "My parents died a long time ago, and I don't have any siblings. My cousins are great, but they all had lives back on Earth and I was just kind of... there. I wanted to try something new."
"Do you like it here?" I wanted her to like it. If she didn’t like A4-23, she might leave the planet. I wanted more time with her.
She looked off into the distance weighing her answer before nodding slowly and returning to her work. "It's nice. Quiet."
"No partner here?"
She shook her head and gestured toward the forge. "No time. I stay pretty busy with work."
The power cell in my chest surged with joy at the news that she wasn’t involved with anyone, then dulled with guilt. Ihadnoticed the discarded energy supplements and instant food containers around her work room, and even the rolled up sleeping mat by the shelves.
Aubrey shifted both her body and demeanor, a frown marring her lovely lips. “I go out with the guys occasionally, like Rohn, but I haven’t really dated anybody in years. Huh.”
She seemed surprised by that. And maybe a little sad. Was my human lonely?
Not mine. I couldn’t be possessive of her. Aubrey was just trying to help me, and that was it.
"How... How old are you? I know you were just fabricated, but they typically aim for a specific age mimic... "
“My programming is that of an adult male human. I was modeled after a thirty-five year old."
"Look at you, Mr. Mature."
