"Metal Harvest" chapter 5

[Doctor Robo]

"Metal Harvest"
chapter 5

by: Topaz 172


Day 7040 - Final Approach, Carzoz Extraction Array.

Breeder Habitat

Felix yawned and rolled over onto his side, his cock brushed against pussy lips still dribbling with his cum. Still half asleep he began thrusting again, swiftly coming to completion and adding fresh cum to her pussy.

Sated and fully awake he stumbled to his feet, sniffing the air. The females were all still asleep, even the one he'd just fucked.

He sighed with relief; thinking was easier to do when there wasn't any pussy needing fuck. He'd learned over the years that it helped if he thought about what he knew, reminding himself of… stuff.

He was The Felix! That was his name. He had been somewhere else and had been smarter a long time ago. He lived in a field and forest glade, and there were walls, with a struggle he was able to guess that beyond the hard surface there was another place, probably more fields. He hated the females, He'd always dreamed of another female to fuck, a specific one, the females made him stupid; it became impossible to think of the special one when they were awake.

< food > said the headvoice

He sighed, the headvoice's instruction to eat would have awoken the sleeping females, and once he'd scoffed it down he'd be too busy fucking to think things.

His sensitive nostrils flared, fresh blood, it was meat-day, he liked meat-day.... meat took longer to eat; he would be able to think for a few precious extra moments.

He felt rage! Things should be different. He had only a hazy idea of what he wanted, but the growing need to smash something was simple and immediate enough for his mind to cope with.

The Co-processor attached to the male breeder unit was considerably less advanced than that attached to the Standard Pleasure Units, with more of its bulk dedicated anti-tamper armour and only minimal physical bio-monitoring. Had it had access to psychological monitoring routines it would have been sending intervention alerts for the last 512 days.

But the co-processor was attached to a sub-specie 84106-b and as long as its unit was eating and breeding its routines considered everything to be nominal.

* * *

Day 7041

Stephanie 442569-4 activated in the way she always did, spending 2.000 minutes editing her personal awareness before dropping into autonomic mode to do the tasks that didn't require emotion or thought.

Unlike the early days, there was no need for The Brothel's Central Intellect to take control in order to get things done, she knew her function now and understood when self-awareness was appropriate and when not.

Once the shower and room cleaning were complete she resumed full awareness and inspected her pleasure group. Several hundred days ago the other three had been upgraded so that the only difference between them was their faces.... small individual differences were attractive to Customers allowing for the illusion that they were dealing with individual sentients.

Inspecting herself she was pleased to see that the nanobots that had been injected 9,204,258.500 minutes ago had fully replaced her skin with a lustrous layer of shiny gold.

Checking her memory core she noted that her new skin had extra functions, principally increased touch sensitivity, but also a chameleon circuit and the ability to generate simulated fur or reptiloid scales.

Experimentally she ordered copper coloured racing stripes to form on her arms with her price and bar code tastefully displayed on the back of her hand.

Unusually, the rest of the Pleasure Group remained dormant. Checking her task manager, she discovered that she was scheduled for a prototype lower abdominal upgrade.

Activating the flat codpiece plate that covered her genitalia and held her IPS ready for deployment, she watched as its doors retracted allowing her original labia to deploy with beautiful precision.

She felt nostalgic, she'd had those lips since.... since... before she'd been activated. Naturally the upgraded version would be better, but she couldn't help having an emotional attachment to the old set.

Naturally The Brothel had anticipated this reaction; it was getting better at predicting the mental programming requirements of Units constructed from Species 84106.

Stephanie 442569-4 received an update...a feeling of utter confidence, a reminder that she was of The Brothel and that anything that enhanced her rental value was a gift to be treasured.

Retracting her labia she snapped her cover closed. She was already 0.502 minutes late, and would need to increase speed to a jog in order to meet Ak'kkt 2873924-1, the Surgical Unit assigned to most of their upgrades.

* * *

Ak'kkt 2873924-1 checked its operating system's time setting, 442569-4 had only 1.300 minutes before it was late.



Ak'kkt 2873924-1 hoped that this didn't indicate a loss of function within the young unit. It had become quite fond of 442569-4, especially as it usually arrived early in order to practice its oon'tal techniques on its vestigial gaak'tal. It had even shared its species designated identifier. The sharing of species designated identifier was a truly intimate gesture; very few Pleasure Units would have allocated that much self-awareness to a simple Surgical Unit.

Slightly out of breath 442569-4 arrived.

"Sorry Ak'kkt 2873924-1, processing the impending loss of its original Internal Pleasure Organ caused this unit some distress."

Ak'kkt 442569-4 gurfed its varlix in sympathy, the permanent removal of its own reproductive tract 250x1015 minutes ago had once been a cause of distress. In this instance however there was some good news for the prototype Pleasure Unit.

"Your emotional trauma is not necessary Steff-un-ee 442569-4. This is a test of optional chassis prototypes. Your original chassis will be retained so that your customers have a choice of configurations." assured the Surgical Unit "Stand between the markers over there and deploy your secondary stabilizers"

Stephanie 442569-4 obeyed standing in the centre of what appeared to be a painted 'X'. Until 0.500 minutes ago she had not been aware that she had any secondary stabilizers, now that the Surgical Unit had mentioned them the knowledge of what they were and which muscle clench pattern would deploy them came to her at instinct level.

With a hiss four secondary stabilizer arms telescoped out from the upper half of her abdominal joint deploying so that they lined up with the 'X' on the floor, the plug-like tips slotting into sockets in the floor and locking into place like flying buttresses around a cathedral.

As soon as the stabilizer clamps were firmly attached, she felt an uncontrollable urge to release her bowels...an odd sensation; she had not actually used her intestinal tract that way for longer than she cared to remember.

It was clear however that the sensation was her mind's way of interpreting what her body was actually doing. Looking down she was slightly surprised to see that her legs and lower abdomen had knelt down with legs wide apart providing a stable resting position.

The gap between the two faces of her torso joint was now 1000mm, the laser-nerves connecting her two halves looking like the bars of some hi-tech cage.

Had this happened 7000 days (or as Stephanie perceived it 10,080,000.ooo minutes) earlier, she might have ceased to function due to shock or terror. But she was a different unit now, she knew her place, her function, and the competence of her Brothel's controlling intelligence. The process was intellectually intriguing, nothing more.

A bizarre little unit approached. It appeared to be a large snake's (non-sentient) head its entire body replaced by a small service pack and six spider-like legs all done in a tasteful bronze colour.

The snake unit climbed quickly onto the flat upper surface of her lower half, plugging its legs into six holes clearly intended for the purpose. Instantly she lost all feeling below the waist. The lasers that had supplied her with nerve-data had refocused onto the snakehead unit's metal carapace.

Without any signal from herself, her secondary stabilizers extended further increasing the distance between her upper and lower torso components to 2000 millimetres.

As soon as she was repositioned, the snakehead got to its/her feet and walked them, zombie-like, over to a standard alcove.

"Select a new chassis,â€

[kman1]

This story has grown from being promising to exhilerating to epic to bizarre, but always unique. Amazing stuff. Keep it coming!

[Doctor Robo]

This story has grown from being promising to exhilerating to epic to bizarre, but always unique. Amazing stuff. Keep it coming!

There's one more chapter that I know of. Let me see if I can dig it up.