The lab hummed with life and nearly-life as Titus sidled through. He tried to keep his clumsy apologies to a minimum, but it seemed that every time he turned to make his amends he bumped into someone else’s delicate project. Finally, grumbling, he reached the bank of office doors at the back and dove into his.
Gleaming a tantalizing silvery-blue, the robot stood slumped against her upright harness. Her faceted eyes were lifeless, and even her metal breasts seemed to sag. Titus ran his hand down her chrome-plated arm, a whisper of a touch that lingered over the activation pod at the base of her wrist.
She blinked and straightened, her head swiveling as she gathered vitals about her surroundings. After a moment, she locked her eyes on Titus. "Hello, sir,“ she said in a voice several notches too loud.
"Ttssshhhhhshhhh!” Titus’s fingers danced frantically over first his mouth, then her mouth-opening, as he scrambled to find the volume. A few flicks of the remote on his desk and she was speaking in a sensuous whisper. He glanced over his shoulder. No one in the lab had seemed to note the interruption, but instead of taking chances he hit another button, which darkened the windows.
Now he crossed back to the robot and wrapped his arms around her. She stood unmoving except for her eyes. "Are we alone?“ she asked.
Titus nodded. "Yes. Yes, very alone. Very much alone.”
Whirring and clicking, the robot sprang to life, stepping down from her harness and pushing him onto his knees. "Make my pleasure modules sing,“ her staccato voice snapped.
Titus’s face creased in a beatific smile. "You forgot – ”
“Make my pleasure modules sing, BITCH.”
Titus fell to licking at the slit of artificial flesh as the robot purred and gripped his tousled hair in impossibly strong fingers.