Open-case part 2

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Open-case part 2

Post by NatalieBayer » Wed Mar 29, 2017 4:07 pm

I wanted to give a huge shout out to Saya for giving me a little inspirational nudge this morning. Thanks to her we now have part 2! huzzah!!

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Kyle's squad car easily cruised through the streets of downtown Chicago. It was just after rush hour and long before the lunch rush would clog the streets. Jill had remained mostly quiet, silently reviewing the footage from the crime scene, passing it through her A.I. hoping that some kind of pattern would arise. It hadn't. But the fact that violent crimes against robots were on the rise was clear, more than the random domestic dispute or hate crime. This smacked of something larger.

Kyle pulled the car up to the curb at the CPD maintenance facility and glanced over at Jill.
"You sure you don't want to help out with the paper work?" He said, hopeful to have a small amount of company while writing the reports.

"yep, all yours big boy. SOME of us like staying in tip top shape." Jill said, mocking Kyle's known history of going months without tuning up his own systems. Though she couldn't pass judgement on him, he wasn't built from scratch like her. Kyle had been in more than one work related incident, and slowly over the years had the majority of his body replaced by cybernetics. Eventually opting to finally just fully convert. Along with that came all his old habits of forgetting to check in for maintenance and tune ups. Jill on the other hand was assembled and programmed from the ground up, and her maintenance schedule was set in place the moment she rolled off the assembly line.

Kyle huffed, finally giving in to Jill's almost goody two-shoes approach to up keep on her body. Jill slipped out of the car with grace and ease, and as usual Kyle snapped a quick shot of her rear end with the camera in his eyes. Filing it safely away for later in a private folder on his hard drive. Some old human habits die hard. She did do a good job maintaining her body after all...

Jill closed the door, and bent down and peeked in the window, signaling Kyle to roll it down for her. She placed her arms on the edge of the door and squat down. She looked Kyle sincerely in the eyes.

"As soon as I'm done I'll come find you. We can go over the footage together. And don't slack off on the paperwork just to try and leave some for me." Jill said, before standing up and walking smoothly towards the front entrance of the maintenance facility.

"get out of my head Jill!" Kyle called to her, she raised a hand and waved without breaking stride or turning to look at him. Simply signaling that she heard him. Kyle rolled up the window and drove off, heading towards the CPD central office.

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Jill walked through the double doors to the unremarkable grey building. The moment she crossed the threshold she connected to the internal wireless network there and received an administrator level request to suspend her human emulation software. The authentication was correct and so, her face melted into an expressionless mask. Her blinking stopped along with the appearance of breathing. She still sucked in fresh air to pass over her processors. He hands came to rest at her side and she walked directly up to what looked like a metal detector.

The concept of it might have drawn a chuckle from her, certainly from Kyle. The idea of a robot walking through a metal detector was ludicrous, if this were actually a metal detector. There was a young man sitting on a stool next to a stack of large plastic tubs and a computer terminal. He snapped to attention a little too quickly as Jill walked up.
"Unit MPS971344C reporting for scheduled maintenance." Jill said in a flat tone without bothering to make eye contact with the man there.

"Right on time, as usual Jill. You know the drill, leave your equipment here and proceed to the scanner."

Without another moment of hesitation Jill reached down and drew out her side arm, a slim black pistol, and pressed the button the handgrip to eject the magazine into her waiting hand. She set the magazine into the waiting tub, followed by her tilting the gun into the palm of her hand and pulling back the top slide to eject the cartridge that had been waiting in the chamber. Placing the errant bullet and the gun into the plastic tube she moved to the webbed belt on her hips and unbuckled it. Dropping it into the tub as well. Finally, she reached up to the tight bun on the back of her head and pulled free the bobby pins that had been holding her it in place. Wavy auburn hair bounced down to her shoulders. Jill put the pins into the tub.

Jill Knelt down, tugged up her pants leg before setting about untying her black boot. She repeated the exact process with the other boot, then stood up and removed her footwear and socks before dumping them into the tub. Dale, the man sitting on the stool smiled vaguely, this was his favorite part of his job. Sure when the male cops came through he had to watch them get undressed, but the units like Jill made it all worth it. Jill was in the process of unbuttoning her blue police issue top and shrugging out of it. She didn't fold it when she put it in the tub. Next she unclasped her bra and put it in the tub and finally went to work on her pants and white cotton panties. All in the tub without much ceremony.

Jill stood at attention for just a moment as her processors ran through a checklist of equipment and made sure everything was in place. Dale took the sight of Jill, one of his favorite officers, and her perfectly crafted body. Everything from her cute little booty to her perfectly proportioned breasts. She was, in a word, perfect. She better be, she was built that way. The ideal law enforcement and public relations officer. Specifically designed to be easy to talk to, comfortable to be around, and as Dale noted, the ideal human replica. One of many that the CPD had ordered upwards of two years ago to inexpensively bolster their presence on the streets.

Jill stepped over to the metal detector like archway anchored in the middle of the floor just as another officer entered, this one a male. Dale silently grunted to himself. At least Jill gave him an eyeful. He snatched up her tub of belongings and scanned the barcode on the side of it with a small handheld scanner. Grumbling to himself that they could afford a fleet of highly advanced robots, but not a new scanner. He scanned the barcode and his computer quickly filled in the information into a waiting field which pulled up Jill's profile and a "start maintenance" button. He clicked start and turned to the newcomer. "Officer James, please leave your equipment here and step up to the scanner." he said, curtly, placing a fresh tub in front of the officer.

Meanwhile the beige archway where Jill stood in hummed softly as a scan ran over her body, checking for any sort of foreign substance like microscopic nano-droids, explosives, or anything that was amiss. It dinged obnoxiously after a few moments.

"Step onto the yellow pad officer Hastings" Dale called from his perch. Dutifully Jill took two strides forward into a box of yellow tiles on the floor. Next to it was a red, then blue, then green. As she stood there a mechanical arm swung down from the ceiling tipped with a long thin polished chrome like appendage. The multi-jointed arm lowered itself to Jill's rear and thrust itself up in between her cheeks, lifting Jill off the ground. Inside of her body, the tip had opened into a claw like appendage and had grabbed onto the base of her polycarbonate spine.

The arm whisked Jill through a side door that had just slid open and into the maintenance facility proper. Jill joined the rows of other officers in for either scheduled maintenance or repair. Gliding smoothly along past automated repair bays. Inside of which lay, stood, or suspended numerous other officers as mechanized arms disassembled or reassembled each in some fashion. Jill came to rest right outside one such bay. Inside there was another officer in the process of being repaired. This one a fair skinned woman who looked like she had taken some sort of large caliber bullet to the face. Half her head was missing and shredded pieces of metal and frayed wiring were visible along with shards of circuitry. She too was suspended from a multi-jointed arm like Jill and stayed that way for the duration of her maintenance. Jill was barely active, conserving power as she waited. After fifteen minutes the automated repair arms in the bay had disconnected the androids head, extracted the hard drive there and deposited the damaged head into a disposal bin. The body would be stored for either spare parts, or with any luck another officer with a crippled body could have her head transplanted onto the waiting body.

With the previous occupant serviced and cleared out of the way, Jill was brought into the service bay. The arms descended on her body, each arm terminating in some kind of multi-tool appendage. Since Jill was only in for a tune up most wouldn't be used today. One arm moved up to one side of her head and rotating to a blade like attachment. Taking a moment, it lined up perfectly with Jill’s hairline and drove itself into the flesh there, which parted easily. A small whoosh sounded and Jill's hair plate lifted neatly off of her robotic skull, revealing a hard plastic plate, perfectly rounded save for several data ports there. Another arm moved to remove it from her head and set it on a small shelf to the side of the bay. A second arm came in and drove a similar blade like attachment under the flesh of the face plate left on Jill's head. It also detached itself and was promptly set aside.

Once Jill's hair and face were removed a smaller arm moved into place, a nozzle sprayed a small amount of cleaner on her glassy eyeballs and another with a rotary buffer spun up and polished her eyes clean. Meanwhile an arm with a plastic tube lined with bristles inserted itself down her artificial throat and into her torso, clearing any and all obstructions in her artificial esophagus. Soon her face was reattached to the front of her skull after itself being buffed clean. another arm moved into place in the hairless back of her skull and inserted a plug into one of the waiting data ports there.

Jill's service data was soon flowing out of her digital brain and into the maintenance mainframe. Everything from active time to power levels to the smallest of calibration errors. Most of the data points were well within acceptable limits, but there was a reoccurring error in her left leg. It had almost caused her to stumble during a foot chase 2 weeks prior. It wasn’t enough to warrant any immediate service at the time, but it would be corrected now.

A special arm with a single padded claw moved into position above her knee cap and clamped down. The claw continued to close its jaws until the simulated skin on her leg stopped pressing inward and it had a firm hold on the leg. Another arm moved up and cut the flesh all the way around where the leg joined the hips, gently grazing past her rear end and her perfectly smooth sexless crotch. Once the skin was cut, another arm swung in and swiveled to a hook like tip which it used to undo the 5 locking points on Jill's leg before the claw arm moved it away from her body. At which point most of the arm retreated from her body and stayed tucked away for a full five minutes until another leg could be brought up from the warehouse and moved to her bay. Once there two arms with much smaller padded claws peeled the skin down the leg about 3 inches. Once the metal and plastic internal workings of the leg were revealed it moved into place, aligning perfectly with the locks that had previously been undone. The hook clad arm moved in again and began clipping the locks into place. Once done the leg retracted slightly, making a firm connection. Data confirming the legs connection and workability flowed through Jill's dormant android brain and into the mainframe, which then sent the command to finish the job.

The small claw like arms rolled the flesh back up her leg until it rested on her existing hips. A new device armed with sharp scissor like appendage trimmed off the excess flesh there and finally sprayed on a matching skin toned sealant. After that Jill remained inert for another twenty minutes while software updates, patches, and fixes were applied to her software though the cable in her skull. Once done her hair was reattached and a jet of high pressure air blew any debris from her body and from the repair bay. Jill's body was then moved out of the bay to make room for the next robot. It moved back across the maintenance bay and back to the lobby. The arm set her back down in a matching yellow square and the arm that had been holding her aloft retracted itself from her rear end.

As soon as the arm removed itself from her body Jill's face seemed to light up. Her expression returning and she began blinking and simulating breathing again. Her human emulation software had come back online and as such she stretched her arms above her head, arching her back and letting out the smallest of squeaks before walking over to a waiting tub filled with her gear. She set about dressing herself once again, tucking her shirt neatly into her pants, fastening her webbed belt again and reloading her firearm.

"see you in a month Dale!" Jill called to the man over at his computer terminal who looked dreamily at her and smiled.

"Yep, see you in a month!" he called back as Jill strutted out of the building. The central office was across the CPD campus, ten minutes or so and her and Kyle would be working on the paper work that she was sure he was slacking on. She sighed to herself and began a brisk walk on her new leg.
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Re: Open-case part 2

Post by NatalieBayer » Thu Mar 30, 2017 2:47 pm

In case anyone was wondering what officer Jill looks like...well here you go ;-)

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Re: Open-case part 2

Post by NatalieBayer » Thu Mar 30, 2017 5:07 pm

Other bits sold separately, batteries not included.
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Re: Open-case part 2

Post by NatalieBayer » Thu Mar 30, 2017 6:32 pm

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Re: Open-case part 2

Post by TheTraveller » Sat Apr 08, 2017 7:55 pm

Not bad. I enjoyed this quite a bit.

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