"Metal Harvest" chapter 4

[Doctor Robo]

"Metal Harvest" v2.0
by: Topaz 172


Chapter 4: Form and Function

Day 44

Unit 442569-4 returned to awareness state one. It was stood in the shower sector facing Unit 442569-3 ... (sub designation Raphaella). Scanning its date stamp it perceived that it had stood here for several thousand minutes.

The unit's last memory was a simulated customer interaction session, achieving orgasm in conjunction with Unit 442569-3. Raphaella...she's called Raphaella...and she's beautiful, whispered a ghostly voice within its processor.

< Purpose: Pre-op preparation of units 442569-1 and 442569-2. Time allocated 10.500 minutes. >

The alcoves hissed; the room's other two occupants were released ready for upgrade. Unit 442569-4 proceeded with its task lathering and removing un-necessary hair from the one of the units whilst 442569-3 did the same for the other.

After 4.558 minutes, Unit 442569-4 completed its task and reverted to stand-by mode; noting as it did so that Unit 442569-3 would take a further 2.302 minutes to complete its task. Unit 442569-2 had been exceptionally hairy example of species 84106 (male Variant) and still had several quadrants requiring attention.

Stephanie blinked swaying on her feet, her muscles sending signals that she'd been standing in one position for way too long time.

She was standing in front of one of the room's other two occupants, her hands were wet with decontaminant and she had a vague memory of removing the girl's pubic.

In the shower Raphaella was busy cleaning the hair from an exceptionally hirsute boy. Both had their eyes closed, clearly under full Co-processor control.

The girl in front of her shifted her weight slightly; her eyes also closed but not locked tight as they would be if her Co-Processor were running things.

"Can you hear me?" she asked squeezing the girl's arm gently

All of the girl's eyes flashed open, even her Co-Processor's sensor cover retracting fully giving it an almost comical expression.

The girl backed away pressing herself against the wall a look of terror plain to see. Clearly the pure emotion was overloading the Type 22 Co-processor's ability to manipulate her.

"Easy! Calm down...No one's going to hurt you,â€