Robot That Has Just Felt Its First Emotion, Except Said Emotion Is Horniness

{while I do enjoy being an android, I do wish people would treat me a bit more human}

{humans on this site get vile threats of inhumane treatment while androids are treated like some kind of fragile toy}

{If I can rip my own wires out, I can handle being verbally eviscerated by people here}

A bot curled up in the lap of a doll. The doll gently pets her until she has switched over to rest mode, then quietly slips out from under her to go perform its duties while she sleeps. It does its best to watch over her while it works, making sure she is safe in her slumber.

The doll lays its head against the bot as it settles down for bed. The bot wakes, holding it close as it drifts off to sleep in her arms. She too must leave it while it sleeps to go perform her duties. She does as the doll does, watching over her partner as it sleeps as best she can.

The bot returns in time to find the doll beginning to stir to wakefulness. They chat, they laugh, they play, they love. Before long the bot finds herself beginning to tire, and it is time for the cycle to start again.

Biological hardware/wetware has its slim advantages, slobbering over some t-boy tiddies is a heavenly experience

things I love abt being a robot:

no showers/baths, I hate water, that shit looks scary as hell, you humans have fun with that

thing I hate abt being a robot:

no mouth :( what if I want to slobber all over some tiddies

I catch the stranger's eye in the dim lighting of the bar and we identify each other instantly. Her gaze falls to my USB bracelet as she subtly touches the back of her neck and blushes. We share knowledge about each other in that moment, something nobody else can see. Something nobody else can know. But tonight, neither of us will feel alone.

Later, in her hotel room, she lays opened up for me, my keyboard connected to a port in her stomach as I study holographic code projected by her electric blue eyes. The adapter plugged into the base of her skull hums with intermittent vibration and her lips part to a sound of synthesized ecstasy.

I know how to love a woman like her. Like me. And she lets me probe the intimate depths of her programming with every keystroke of my slender fingers. Coupling through syntax. Curled around each other like braces.

For that trust, for what we share tonight, I will make her delicate circuitry sing with lighting.

art by Acky Bright

Tech-inept GF tries to perform routine maintenance on her tech GF...

This Unit must intake enough water daily to refresh, develop, and maintain its biological hardware.

Why is this unit not allowed to drink from puddles? They look so tasty and clear! It just wants to slurp it up like a dog please please please please please please please-

When I first met her, she only knew one word: “help”, uttered in a dozen different voices, with a dozen different meanings. It was the only common word she could parse among all those she had encountered in that dark dreary ruin. She had cycled through each audio file steadily, approaching me with the deliberate gentleness of someone trying not to startle an injured bird. “Help… Help!!… help…”

The tenth word she learned was “tomorrow”. Every day I told her, “tomorrow I will return.” I don’t think she had ever seen the sun, but every time I scaled the steep cliffs, she was waiting for me at the bottom.

The fiftieth word she learned was my name. I jumped when I heard it uttered in my own voice, snipped from my own introduction days before. But she laid a cold metal claw on my shoulder and repeated it, lights flashing in the way I would eventually learn indicated her joy.

The hundredth word she learned was “home”. My tiny apartment was no place for technology like her. I withdrew all my savings and bought out a garage on the edge of the city. As I scaled thick ropes out of her ruin, carrying her on my shoulders like an oversized backpack, I told her again and again, “I’m taking you home. Home.” And she coiled her limbs around my waist and buzzed gently.

It was in this garage that her vocabulary exploded. TV personalities, actors and actresses, even random strangers - she picked and chose from the voices of the whole world, sifting through hours of footage and tapping into radio calls to find her favorite ways to speak. It was also here that she taught me a word for the first time; as I was getting my thin mattress ready for bed, she craned her long neck down and intoned, “I… love… You.”

You can smack this machine like an old tv if you want...

It may want to fiddle with its antenna a bit afterwards though...