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Mechanical Men	By : DeniPie Category: +. to F > Big O Views: 5546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Big O, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Mechanical Men
- 1
Just thought I’d try a lil something
different w the big o series. Remember
the episode “The Big Fight”? I forgot
what number it was. N.E.wayz, what if something different happened with
Dorothy’s body after her memories had been taken? Oh, and for everyone reading
my other fic “Show Me How It Ends” I’m not abandoning it, I’ve got most of the
11^th chap done, I’ve just been keeping “Mechanical Men” on hold and
wanted to at least get the first chap out.

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M e c h a n i c a l
M e n : C h a p t e r I – J a
s o n

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I'll pretend that I want you for what
is on the inside

But when I get inside I'll just want to get out

I'm your first and last deposit through sickness and in hell

I'll never you promise you a garden, you'll just water me down
I can't believe that you are for real

I don't care as long as you're mine
When I said "we" you know I
meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"
I'm unsafe

I'm unsafe

I won't regret

So I memorize the words to the porno movies

It's the only thing I want to believe

I memorize the words to the porno movies

This is a new religion to me

I'm a VCR funeral, a definite waste

My smile's a chainlink fence, that I have put up

I love the enemy, my love is the enemy

They say they don't want fame

But they get famous when we fuck
When I said "we" you know I
meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"
I'm unsafe

I'm unsafe

I won't regret

So I memorize the words to the porno movies

It's the only thing I want to believe

I memorize the words to the porno movies

This is a new religion to me
I never believed the devil was real

But God couldn't make someone filthy as you
When I said "we" you know I
meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"
You are the church, and I am the
steeple

When we fuck, we are all God's people

You are the church, and I am the steeple

When we fuck, we are all God's people
Slutgarden – Marilyn Manson

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Well that was weird. A tall, fashionably dressed man with meticulous
curly blond hair stood atop an old hotel building with three pink mechanical
scorpions and a now off line android. He didn’t expect the involuntary cringe
when his robot took her hard drive out. Then again it did do it rather
aggressively; he noted observing the few severed red and green wires protruding
from, the otherwise almost human looking, girl’s forehead. He remembered how
her mechanized eyes had focused directly on him the second before the clawed
scorpion hand had ripped her programmed mind right from her metallic head. An
irritating ring tone caught his attention, tearing it away from the queer sight
before him.
He picked it out of his
pocket with a dramatic sigh. “Yeah.”
“Well that’s not exactly happiness to hear me, now is it?”
His ear suddenly felt very
dirty, Alan Gabriel just had that affect on people, he supposed. And apparently
that power could extend a good hundred miles through a wireless cellular phone
connection. Luckily he didn’t have to think up a reply to the bizarre question
before he continued.
“Do you have them yet?”
His eyes automatically
flickered to the hard drive still resting in the mechanical scorpion’s claw.
“Yeah, just got it.” He stated a little suspiciously. Of course he had nothing
to fear over the phone, but again, that was just the affect Alan gave off, as
if he had some sort of psychotic omnipotent power.
“Then I should expect to receive them soon, yes?” It wasn’t really a
question.
“They’re on their way now.” He said waving his hand at the scorpion in
question, giving the signal to head back to the specified base.
“Well done then.” And that was it.
Taking the cell phone away
from his ear he shoved it back into his pocket after turning it off just in time
to watch the rest of the robots take off after the first. He only meant for one
to go but it all worked out because now he didn’t have to worry about the other
two. He was supposed to just leave. Head back to Rosewater, see what else the
boss wanted from him, but for some reason he couldn’t take his eyes off the
broken android standing on top of the building ledge like a doll in a pose. He
guessed she would just be trash now, just a shell that had been shed. He
doubted anyone else would want anything to do with her, what could she do
anyway?
Strolling over to the ledge
himself he leaned back casually against it, resting his elbows on top of the
cemented railing next to her feet. His eyes gave her a once over, moving
unceremoniously up and down her body. Overtaken by a sudden irresistible
curiosity, his hand reached to pick up the hem of her dress. Arching his head
back in just the right position he was able to get a good look, his gaze
traveling up thin black tight encased legs to black cotton panties covering the
object of his curiosity. Letting her hem drop with a little sigh of
disappointment his attention scanned up to the gaping VCR
sized hole in her forehead. As they say, one man’s trash in another man’s new
sex bot.
He snorted cockily giving
the motionless android a little push, sending her crashing backwards into his
arms. A loud grunt broke the silence, his eyes bulging with effort and strain.
Well he obviously wasn’t going to carry her back to the car. Taking in a deep
strained breath he began the tedious task of dragging a two hundred and forty
pound android down seven flights of stairs.
Beck was a man who took
chances. In life, in work, in jail, and in everything around him. He made his
own luck, as if, just by willing it, the dice he rolled would obey his mind and
turn a seven. And now that he had found his dice, he just needed to find a good
gambling table to toss them on.
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“Do you even know what you’re asking me?”
Beck stared down at the
scrawny, pale, bald man, he looked sickly and anemic, he had no idea how the
heavy looking coveralls he was wearing didn’t send him to the floor. “You’re
telling me you can put together the Big Fau but you can’t replace and install a
simple hard drive?” He asked lazily clipping off the end of a cigar.
The little man, obviously
one of Rosewater’s engineers, stared up at him dumbfoundedly. His mouth
flapping open in amazement like a fish out of water before replying. “You’re
asking me to build a one of a kind
hard drive for technology we have next to no idea about and somehow install it
into the mainframe of something I’ve never even seen before?!”
The curly haired man
growled in irritation. “You’re using that hard drive and installing it into a
God damn megadeuce, I think you’ve got a little bit more know how about
this than you’re telling me.” He spat pointing his unlit cigar in the tiny
engineer’s face.
The pale man swallowed a
nervous lump in his throat. “This is too much. I’m afraid I can’t help you.” He
said, his voice quivering.
A small red glow illuminated
the dimly lit room, seductive swirls of mist colored smoke rising and dancing
from the end of the burning cigar. Beck blew a little ring at the terrified
mechanic. “You know what I think, Carl?” Not waiting for him to reply, the
blond haired con man answered his own question. “I think you’re the kind of man
that needs a little more motivation, other than my gratitude, to get a good job
out of you. So let’s try this,” A sharp light gleamed out of his jacket as he
casually removed a .45 semi-automatic, double-action pistol from his coat
pocket and aimed it directly between Carl’s eyes.
The little man almost wet
himself before saying “I’m working for Alex Rosewater! There’s no way he would
let you get away with this.”
Blowing another rude ring
into the engineer’s face, Beck just smirked around the cigar between his lips.
“That so? Well the boss wants me right beside him when he takes over this
backward little city. He needs me, you see? I’ve got a few memories fluttering
about up here.” He said tapping his temple with his free finger. “That makes me
indispensable.” A giggly chuckle vibrated through his throat. “You on the other hand…….”
Carl gulped, taking a deep
breath. “I’ll do my best.” He tried not to let so much fear saturate his voice.
“That’s all I ask.” Beck said replacing the gun into his pocket holder. Just
as he began to stroll off he looked over his shoulder calling back to the
hyperventilating engineer, “Oh and I don’t want this to take like months or
years or whatever you’re probably estimating. So you might wanna fill up most
of your free time.”
The little man stared after
him in astonishment. He basically wanted him to recreate a feat of
technological genius in less than a month with absolutely no preparation.
Taking a snot covered handkerchief from his coveralls’ pocket he smeared the
sweat away from his forehead. He would definitely have to request to be a part
of the hard drive management.

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-Two weeks later-
Riiiiinnnnggggg
Beck groaned, flipping over
on his side away from the offending noise.
Riiiiinnnnggggg Riiiiinnnnggggg
Flipping back over in
irritation, in his sleep induced mind he missed the face that he had just
returned to his original position.
Riiiiinnnnggggg
He cracked a bloodshot eye
open to glare menacingly at the innocent telephone before scanning it over to
the alarm clock next to it. It glowed a bright,
mocking 4:15 a.m. at him.
Riiiiin-
A tanned hand darted out
jerking the phone off the receiver and yanking it to his ear. “What?!!” He
snapped.
“It’s done.” Came a weary voice on the other end.
Beck stared irritated and
confused into the darkness of his room for a minute, it was too late for
annoying pointless phone calls. “What th’ hell are you talking ‘bout?” He
slurred sleepily.
“I finished her new hard drive, and I may know how to install it, but I need
you to bring her down. Come to 4380 Tallins blvd.”
Not bothering to hang the
phone up, he let it drop from his hands to the floor with a loud plastic clack,
before slumping his face into his pillow. God forbid the old fart finish at
twelve in the afternoon or some other waking hour. Giving an exasperated sigh
mixed with some good annoyance he halfhazardly flung his legs over the edge of
the bed, barely able to support enough of his weight to lift the rest of him
and tug on some pants.

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His sleep marinated vision
just refused to focus on the road. So much that he almost missed the sign
reading Tallins blvd. suddenly jerking awake enough to bring the car to a
screeching two-wheeled turn he ended up at another apartment building. There
was Carl in a light blue robe waiting outside looking as nervous as ever. Beck
glanced at him before letting his forehead drop to the steering wheel. He was
too tired to deal with this. At the mention of certain dealings his gaze
flickered up to the rearview mirror to peer at the inanimate girl lying in the
back seat.
Ever since he had managed
to drag her two hundred and forty pound ass back to the car that is exactly
where he left her. Upon dragging her he realized that she was as rigid as a
steel rod. Well, if he didn’t get out and deal with the old man then those
seven long flights of hell would be worth zilch. Gritting his teeth and
summoning up enough strength to remove himself from the steering wheel and open
the door he began to walk out to the fidgety engineer.
Shoving his hands into his
pockets he glowered at the little man, as if he could send him to hell just by
willing it. But before he could say a word a shaky hand dove for his arm,
dragging him staggering into the building. And before he knew it they were at a
door to a room on the first floor.
“Get in get in!” Carl ushered urgently.
Beck grunted in surprised
as he was poked and prodded into the room. “hey, what the hell?!” He bit out.
The other man paid him no
mind instead he quickly shuffled over to the table holding up what looked to be
a mini DVD player. Beck looked at it
unimpressed. “Okay, what?”
“This is it; I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep since you requested it.” He
beseeched.
“Yeah, join the club.” He grumbled under his breath.
“I think people were getting suspicious with me spending so much time around
Big Fau and the original drive but I was able study it enough. It’s not an
exact replica, no where near, but I think it could at least get her up and
running with the proper compact disk.”
Beck watched Carl’s eyes
shift all about the room as though it were crawling with cockroaches. They
darted about with the paranoia of a schizophrenic. Before he could comment on
it the eerie little man continued.
“If it can be infused with Big Fau, then your android should have the same
basic components of insertion. I just need to take a look to make sure.” He
said looking at Beck expectantly.
“Okay.” The taller man replied taking out a cigarette, he was appalled at
out high the prices for cigars were being raised! He missed the confused and
expectant expression stamping itself on Carl’s face.
“No, I-I need to look at her.” He explained.
Beck’s teeth abruptly crunched
onto the frail cigarette stem smashing it between his lips. “What?”

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Great. Now all he needed
was a black masked slave driver behind him cracking a whip at his back. Beck
groaned, his vocal cords mirroring his strain, the guttural noises in sync with
the careful grinding of R. Dorothy Wayneright’s heels on the cement ground. He
stopped for a minute to pant and wheeze for breath before continuing, going
into the hallway.
“OpenupOpenupOpenup!” He snapped urgently upon reaching the door, not having
any free hands to pound on it.
Instantly the numbered door
swung open wide enough for the conman to drag the motionless android in. He
glared menacingly up at the mechanic from his hunched position as he lugged her
past the foyer.
“Quick! Put her on the table!” Carl whispered motioning for the dinner table
he had prepared for her.
“Like hell!” He spat abruptly dropping the humanoid, oblivious to the
reverberating thump it made upon contact with the carpeted floor.
The sickly engineer winced
at the blatant abuse of such valuable technology. “Then I again, I suppose
right here is just fine.” He muttered.
“Damn right it is.” Beck grumbled huffily. He watched the man kneel,
gathering his tools and the new disk drive around him to begin work. His eyes
flickered to his watch impatiently before sauntering over to the nearest
recliner and promptly plopping himself down, crossing his ankles at the foot of
the chair and his arms behind his head. His jaw worked itself wide for the
obvious yawn echoing throughout his mouth. Making himself comfortable Beck’s
eyes slid shut intent on keeping his promise to make it up to the magical sleep
fairy.
Of course it ended far too
soon. It only seemed an hour or two until Carl reappeared hovering over the fox
eyed man, cautiously prodding him to wake up. Groaning irritatedly his eyelids
reluctantly resumed their open position. “Whaddaya want?” He slurred.
“It’s done. Please you can’t mention this to the boss! God knows what he’d
do if he found out I was attempting to copy his work!” He pleaded.
Beck yawned uninterestedly
waving off the older man. “Well you said yourself that you couldn’t duplicate
it perfectly, besides, isn’t imitation the sincerest form of flattery or
something like that?” He jeered. Walking back over to the newly reconstructed
android was like walking back into hell after experiencing heaven. His posture
gradually went from an immaculate impression of haughty rigidity to a reluctant
slouch. Staring unwillingly down at the robot he placed an exasperated hand to
his face. “I can’t do this again.” He muttered to himself.
“I think I may have a suitcase with wheels that you could place her on. It
might make it easier.” Carl suggested.
Nodding into his hand, Beck
barely heard the other man shuffle into his room and return with a large
wheeling suitcase. Glancing at it out of the corner of his eye he noticed it
wasn’t big enough for the entirety of Dorothy, but it was better than dragging
her on nothing. Beck sighed frustratedly lugging the automaton onto the
patterned suitcase.
It was surprisingly easier
than he had originally thought! Granted she wasn’t exactly floating back to the car but the suitcase was much faster and
wheeling her was better than hauling her around. Shutting the car door after he
had put much strain into getting her in, he noticed that Carl had followed him
out. He looked at him with a sort of impatient expectation.
“I take it you have a disk that would be compatible with her?” He asked
still looking as paranoid as ever, as if Rosewater would just leap out of the
bushes with a resonating boo at any moment.
“I think I can find something.” Beck answered mischievously.
The little man nodded not
wanting to pry into the gangster’s private life. “I guess this is it then.
Remember, you promised! No one is to know!” He reminded eagerly.
“Yeah yeah.” He said nonchalantly as he climbed into the car.

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Out of all the residents Rosewater
had to gift him with, it had to be the one in the upper half of the apartment
building. Luckily this one had a working elevator, but that didn’t make the
trip from the car to the elevator or the one from the elevator to his apartment
any less hell. Finally heaving Dorothy onto his bed with an excruciating breath
he leaned on his knees for a moment wheezing for air.
He paused to glower at her
accusingly before walking over to his computer and taking out a compact disk
from its own disk drive. Ambling back into his room he threw himself backwards
onto his bed with a dramatic sigh. Finally, it was all done. All he needed to
do was plug this baby in and it was finished. Speaking of which…..Beck glanced
down at the gleaming, circular discus in his hand, the red cover revealing a
scantily dressed raven haired woman looking back with sultry eyes and puckered
lips. ‘This’ll do.’ He thought
giddily hopping up and moving over to Dorothy.
Placing a knee on either
side of her steel hips his hand frisked through her scarlet hair, pausing
happily at the button shaped bump on the right side of her head. Pressing a
long slender finger to it he let out a merry cry when the new disk drive slid
open with a mechanical whizzing. Eagerly placing the compact disk into the slot
he waited anxiously for it to close and show some sign of compatibility or
function.
Beck jolted at the racing
mechanics that began to operate upon closing. Her eyes sparked and seemed to
come alive, as much as an android could, and begin scanning the newly added
software. A frivolous smile broke through his face when her arms shifted up in
motion that he hadn’t seen in weeks.
“GAH!” he shouted suddenly finding himself shoved half way across the room
and smashing into the wall. He grunted in pain his body sliding down the side
and onto the floor. Moaning in agony at the ache in his back he went to get up,
stopping suddenly at the familiar motorized monotonous voice that began to
filter throughout the room
“Access denied. The username or
password you entered was incorrect. If you have forgotten your password, please
use the lost password form to recover it. If you are still unable to recover
your password, see the FAQ for more information. If you would like to sign up
for a username and password please go to registration.”
Beck stared at her queerly
for a second before crawling closer to her side of the bed. Kneeling up he
hesitantly placed a hand on her arm.

She immediately grabbed it and shoved it away
knocking him into the dresser behind him. “Access denied. The username or
password you entered was incorrect. If you would like to sign up for a username
and password please go to registration.” She said automatically in her
emotionless voice.
What? What the hell was he
supposed to do? She was a robot not the freaking internet! Then again, he had
gone this far….. “I want to register.”
“You are welcome to join the most popular and most exciting NC-17 community
around. Joining gives you the ability to fully interact with our material.
Submit your own material and share in the material of others in the community.
The process is fast, simple and best of all free. Please enter a username.”
Well at least something was
working in his favor. He already had an account with this ‘community’ but he
wasn’t exactly sure how it would work operating within an android, so he
decided it was best just to start from scratch. “Jason Beck.”
“Please enter password.”
Beck thought for a minute,
all his passwords were saved onto his computer so he couldn’t remember his old
one right off the bat, might as well make up another one. What should he use?
Something that was easy to remember. A lascivious smile suddenly came over him
at the thought. “android lover.” He said shamelessly. ‘If only Smith could see me now.’ He thought arrogantly.
“Re enter password.”
“Android lover.”
“Would you like to subscribe to our newsletter?”
“No.”
He watched her eyes flicker
back and forth for a minute processing the information before coming to a halt.
“Welcome, new member, to the Erotic Net community, please log in with your new
username and password.”
Beck rolled his eyes, he
always hated these things, they said it would ‘only take a minute’ to register
and it ended up taking for-freakin-ever. Jesus, how the hell was a guy supposed
to maintain an erection through all this? And how the hell was he supposed to
log into her anyway? He was about to comment before she continued.
“Username: ”
‘Oh.’ “Jason Beck.”
“Password: ”
“Android lover.”
Her eyes scanned and
whirled back and forth before coming to a halt. And then something odd
happened. Instead of the automatic look they had continued to possess they
suddenly took on a look of intelligence, still no emotion, but a stare of
intellect, for a second Beck thought she had become R. Dorothy Wayneright
again. The one that had focused her gaze on him so intently before violently
having her memories ripped viciously from her head.
Beck watched for a moment,
jumping a little when she made the second physical movement in weeks. Her head
abruptly turned to him, her eyes staring at him the same way they had on that
apartment building.
“You never learn, do you, Jason Beck.”
It wasn’t really a question.
He started, crying out and
jerking back into the dresser again. “What? You remember me?!” He exclaimed.
“You are not a person that can be so easily forgotten, Jason Beck.” She
replied monotonously.
“B-but, your memories! They’re gone, how are you doing this?!” He cried
kneeling up.
Dorothy looked at him
expressionlessly. “You have taken the memories my father programmed me with,
they reside within the components of the disk you have stolen. I am still able
to access the information my sensory components have gathered on their own and
stored within my CPU, those remain unaltered.”
He blinked, staring at her
dumbfoundedly before speaking. “So why exactly are you still lying there.
Shouldn’t you be smashing your way out of here and back to Crow Boy by now?” He
questioned suspiciously.
“I cannot. You have taken the programming that would have allowed me to do
so. Now I have a new program to run from. I am still scanning it and find it to
be very crude and questionable.” She said her voice underlying no emotion what
so ever.
Beck smiled deviously,
leaning forward crossing his arms on the bed and laying his lightly bearded
chin between them. “Really, and what exactly are you now programmed to do?” He
asked faking innocence.
A question that would have
balked and outraged a normal human woman received no outward response from R.
Dorothy.
“I am to await your instructions regarding this material. I believe I am to
imitate these women in sexual intercourse.” No blush, no flicker of feeling in
her eyes, accompanied this statement that would normally make any female blush.
Beck almost clapped his
hands in glee before he leaped onto the bed, resuming his straddling position.
“Yep!” He exclaimed.
Dorothy turned her head to
follow his change in movement. Watching him with cold robotic eyes.
He examined her, trying to
imagine what exactly her body would look like beneath that tea dress the
negotiator always made her wear. He wondered exactly how talented the artistic
skills of the late Timothy Wayneright were. Not being able to stand the
suspense any longer, his ringed and jeweled fingers dove for her collar. “Hmm,
button, button, button…” He murmured, trying to ferret out the first button to
undo. He let out a jovial cry when his hands finally stumbled upon it
underneath her kerchief. His fingers sprang each tiny plastic plate from their
cotton prison with the deftness of a renowned tailor, stopping when he reached
the skirt.
He quickly parted the
lapels and went for the blouse underneath giving it the same hurried treatment,
his eyes occasionally darting up to glance at her unchanging face, as if he
expected a reaction to lay there in place of nothingness. At last the last of
the shirts were parted to her shoulders and the upper body was bare to his
gaze. His tongue darted out to sweep across his lips. Mr. Wayneright was an
artistic genius indeed.
Looking up at her face
again his hands reached to start at her hair. It felt real, like a humans,
thick and silky, and inhumanly immaculate. They began their downward decent,
stopping at her face. That was obviously not human, it felt cold, metallic, and
steel-like, with the exception of what he guessed was supposed to be a
protective synthetic skin covering the outside. The entirety of her face
mirrored his hypothesis, all but her lips. His long piano fingers skimmed the
pale parody of human lips with a little surprise. They were incredibly soft and
touchable. He moved over them a little more, trying to flush out the secret
behind them. ‘Huh, silicone. Who’d a
guessed?’
Well he supposed that is
what the old man would construct with the most humanoid intent. If he was
supposed to replace his daughter then he would want the soft, malleable, lips
of a person to kiss instead of a metallic travesty. His hands continued to
travel down her chin, to her neck, which possessed the same steel-like entity
as her face, across what looked like a constructed collar bone, and finally to
the breasts. Beck held his eyes shut, not wanting to suffer the disappointment
to find that the old fart didn’t’ have the balls to assemble his daughter with
natural feeling breasts.
His lids snapped to
attention at the soft and firm feel now gliding under his fingers. ‘Wayneright you dog!’ He thought
ecstatically. Apparently he had remade her lips in breast form, the same
glue-like silicone lying beneath the protective false skin covering. They were small
but firm, he would guess the father had a hard enough time giving his daughter
breasts at all, let alone undergoing the process of endowing them. They were as
pale as the rest of her, though the areola and nipple were a rather fleshy
color, predominantly contrasting with the rest of her whitish skin. He toyed
with them for a while, rubbing and twisting them with his fingers, still
finding no reaction residing in her face.
Now was the moment of
truth. Beck had found the zipper of her dress and had managed to slide it
around the front. Now all he had to do was unzip and take a look at what he had
to work with. He had to keep in mind that a father was remaking his daughter
and no doubt did not want to remake her into a harlot. But still! This wasn’t perversion
anymore, this was clear anatomy! Surely the man would have been mature enough
to realize that! Even though he, himself, wasn’t! A recognizable whizzing and
sliding noise broke the silence as he took hold of the zipper and tugged it
down.
“Lift your hips.” He instructed. Pulling the skirt down and off when she did
as she was told.
And so there she lay. In
nothing but two open shirts, panties and her black stockings. Beck pursed his
lips in concentration, toying with the seam on her underwear hesitantly before
sliding his fingers into the waistband. Letting out a tense breath he began to
slide them down as well. He grunted in frustration when they became caught on
her ankles, but he managed to tug them off as well. And there it was. Beck
placed a hand to her pale, pristine nether region. Not a hair, not a freckle,
not a mole in sight. It was too good to be true.
Sliding his hands
underneath either of her thighs he hefted them onto his shoulders. The android
could practically do the freakin lambada
on a 4 centimeter railing; he had no doubt that she would be able to balance
her weight enough so that she didn’t crush his shoulder blades. His hand went
to her backside, the fingertips resting on the top of her rear slit before he
ran his fingers from her back to her front, delving them into her to feel what
lay beneath.
Of course it was too good
to be true, wasn’t it always. Beck let out a disappointed sigh when his fingers
delved into the cleft of her backside, skimming over what should have been a
hole between the two porcelain globes, yet there was none. He supposed it made
sense. Why would an android ever need an anus? Clenching his eyes shut as if
bracing himself for a hit, he took a deep breath his fingers continuing their
journey up into her front crevice, silently praying. ‘Ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease!’ He chanted in his head. His
eyes suddenly snapped open at the strange finding.
Placing one hand underneath
her, onto her lower back, he abruptly shoved her up further, closer to his face
for inspection while his free hand continued to explore her nether opening.
There was no labia, no clit, just the outer lips and beneath was nothing except
a little hole which he guess was made to be a make shift vagina. Beck cocked
his head, getting a better look. Her nether lips were made of the same
synthetic skin and silicone as her lips, breasts, and backside but it was just
odd to see nothing inside. He supposed he should be grateful that the good
doctor had been man enough to at least give her this. Besides, all he really
needed was a hole between her legs, right?
Taking his venture a little
further he inserted his index finger into the tiny hole. Apparently her father
had cushioned her walls with the same skin and silicon too, it was probably to
take up space, God forbid anything get lost up there.
The hole was too small he realized, her walls
wouldn’t’ constrict or expand like a normal woman’s would, he had no idea how
he was supposed to go about this. His brows drew into an irritated furrow as he
continued to probe at her tiny opening, his finger alone felt cramped, how was
he expected to fit into that? Beck’s gaze flickered over to the android in
question’s face, suddenly curious.
“Can you feel this?” he asked, continuing to insert and retract his finger.
“I have sensors in that area, if that is what you’re asking.” She replied
automatically.
“So you can feel what I’m doing?” He questioned.
“I am able to feel touch.”
Beck nodded. “And what do
you think about it?”
“What do I think about you putting your fingers into the opening between my
legs?” She asked, trying to specify.
“Yeah, can you feel it?”
“I told you that I could feel touch.”
He gave out an exasperated
sigh. “Yeah but do you like it?” He explained.
Dorothy continued to watch
him with her mechanical eyes and expressionless face. “You wonder if I am
taking pleasure from what you are doing.” It wasn’t a question because she
already knew the obvious answer.
“And?” He waited a while, she seemed to study him, gauging what exactly he
was asking her, as if she were scanning her data base for the correct answer
and not being able to find one.
“Humans have a certain ability to
differentiate between touches that I do not possess. I have read your disk and
scanned its contents. My sensors are not like yours. Mine only differentiate
between the areas being touched, not the level of sensual gratification each
derives from it.”
Beck rolled this around in
his mind a bit before continuing. “So basically I could touch you here and then
touch your foot and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”
“The effect of both would be the same.” She replied monotonously.
“So you can’t…………ya know?” He said wanting to make a rather vulgar motion
with his hands to indicate what he was referring to, but unfortunately they
were both preoccupied.
“I do not understand your question.”
He prayed he didn’t have to
explain sex to her, he had hoped the disk covered that already. “You can’t
come.” He explained.
“You are not referring to the act following or approaching, I assume.” She
said. “You are asking me whether or not I can come to the peak of sexual
excitement, characterized by strong feelings of pleasure and by a series of
involuntary contractions of the muscles of the genitals, usually accompanied by
the ejaculation of semen by the male. You are wondering if I can attain an
orgasm, then?”
‘That’s one way to put it.’
He thought. “Yeah, that.” He had never heard the actual encyclopedic definition
of an orgasm before.
“No I cannot. My sensors can not discriminate sensual touch.”
Beck’s eyes glanced back
down at her slit. Such a flawless example of womanhood, yet it was completely
useless to her. “That’s gotta be hell.” He muttered, more to himself than to
her.
“I have never experienced sensual pleasure, or pain. Therefore I cannot know
the difference between having and not having them.”
He looked back down at her.
That was true; there were people who were born blind and perfectly happy
because they had never known what it was like to have sight, so how would they
know what they were missing? Well, he supposed it didn’t matter either way, her
enjoyment would have been just an added bonus, but he could do just fine
without it. ‘Speaking of which….’ He thought smiling lecherously at her at the
remembrance of what he had her repaired for in the first place. Lowering her
hips back down onto the bed so that he kneeled right between her legs he began
to shrug off his gold jacket and unbutton his black dress shirt.
She watched him
dispassionately, calculatingly, her eyes staying on him as if ordered by some
higher power. Beck let his clothes drop off the bed, kneeling in nothing but
his gold colored pants he stared at her as if waiting for some flicker of
emotion. But of course that was impossible. Placing his hands on either side of
her bare waist he slowly crawled up her body until they were face to face
before settling on top of her. It was an odd feeling, the feeling of cold metal
pressing relentlessly into his soft warm flesh. It made goose bumps dot all
over his skin, sending shivers up his spine.

Most women he did this to would ask him to take
some of his weight off them and would start badgering him about him crushing
them when he lay there after sex. It was really irritating, because of course
right after he rolled off they always wanted to talk or ‘snuggle.’ His teeth
bit at his lip as he pressed his chest closer to her breasts, feeling the
malleable metallic globes push against his heated skin.
“I was not built for your programming.”
Beck glanced at her, her
voice taking him from his erotic reverie. “What?”
“I was not made for service of this nature. I cannot be those women on the
disk you have given me. I am not like them. Humans were made for procreation, I
was not.”
He let out a low chuckle
moving his pelvis against her unyielding hips. “I never asked you to
‘procreate.’ I just want a fuck-bot to come home to. And don’t worry, I can
work around everything else, I’m a very creative man.”
Dorothy just gazed at him
impassively. Humans seemed to have the
odd penchant for an action made for reproduction; yet they had no desire to
reproduce. She honestly did not understand their strange partiality to it. Sex
was only a physical union of male and female genitalia accompanied by rhythmic
movements leading to the ejaculation of semen from the penis into the female
reproductive tract; as far as she knew. The only reasoning she could concoct
was their affinity derived from the endorphins produced after coitus.
Endorphins dulled the effects of pain and could affect human emotions. Her eyes
darted down to inspect the sudden zipping noise coming from below.
Beck had once again sat up
just enough to remove his belt, pants, and gold colored boxers, before resuming
his position over her. His hands stroked at her breasts, testing their
pliability and softness beneath his fingertips, his hips having a mind of their
own against the juncture of her legs.
Craning his head beneath her chin he let his tongue slide down the cold
metallic length of her neck. Reaching the space between her breasts he nipped
teasingly at the skin he found there before moving to lave one of her nipples
into his mouth. He gave a pleasurable sigh, his hands snaking under her arms to
grasp the backs of her shoulders as his groin continued to playfully tap at the
supple manmade womanhood.
A shudder slithered up his
body making his toes clench and curl. It was such a new feeling, the strange
array of rigid steel sloping and rising into softness. It was like freezing and
burning to death all at once. He swallowed a ragged breath, digging his fingers
into the backs of her shoulders hard enough to bruise a human woman as he
lacerated the bare area between her breasts once again, roughly dragging his
tongue along the false skin.
His smooth, callous less
hands slid down her back, rolling across her hips, to rest on the insides of
her thighs that barely gave him enough room for himself. “Open your legs.” His
voice was husky giving him a smoldering air as he threw her a lecherous grin.
A soft almost unnoticeable
mechanical whooshing sound accompanied the slight addition of extra space
between the thin childlike limbs.
“Wider.”
The sound of working
machinery came again until he had a decent amount of space.
He panted, rubbing his
hands roughly along the sickly colored flesh imitation covering her thighs. His
eyes glanced down at her face, not surprised to see the same emotionless,
calculating look she always wore. To watch her stare at him with that detached,
almost challengingly so, gaze he didn’t know whether to slap her or fuck her
senseless. Of course neither could really happen. He would’ve loved to have
slapped the shit out of her a long time ago, but all that would have left him
with would be an unaffected android and a broken hand. And trying to fuck her
senseless would be like trying to screw the mind out of a vacuum cleaner. It
just didn’t work.
The tip of his tongue
slipped across his lips as he gave his groin one last grind against her nether
lips before slipping back to thrust into her.
“Ah! FUCK!”
Dorothy blankly watched
Beck rear away from her so fast he fell backwards off the bed altogether. Upon
hearing the curses and whimpers continue up from the floor she rose to her
knees to crawl to the edge of the bed. Looking down she saw the lengthy man
curled into a fetal position clutching at his groin, his face red and cursing
vehemently. Finally, she observed expressionlessly as he gathered a deep,
controlled breath and gradually let it out, appearing to pull himself together.
He slowly brought himself up into a semi sitting position, obviously still
careful of his tender manhood. “I told you I was not built for servitude of
this sort.”
Beck glared up at her
hovering face as she stared down at him from her perch on the edge of the bed.
“The hell you’re not.” He snapped, yanking himself to his feet and stomping
heatedly across the room and into his bathroom.
That was the last straw! It
wasn’t about sex anymore! It was a matter of principle! Dicks were meant to go
into vaginas! Granted it was a manmade vagina, but that wasn’t the point! If he
failed at this then the entire fiber of sex itself would collapse! How could he
ever trust sex again if he failed? Plus that would mean all of his hard work
would be for nothing! Dragging her sorry two hundred and forty pound ass half
way across the city would be for shit! And there was no way he was going
to let that happen!
He was only gone for all
but two minutes before tramping back into the room with a lavender
colored bottle in his hand. Dorothy glanced at it, her eyes zooming in from
across the room to read the label. “Liquid Satin. That is a conditioner. A
woman’s conditioner.” She stated.
Beck fumbled for a second
before glaring at her. It wasn’t his fault that men’s conditioner couldn’t
detangle for shit! He walked to the bed climbing back onto it when she backed
away to make room for him. “Lie down.” He commanded.
She did as she was told,
just as her programming bid her. He didn’t tell her this time; instead he just
spread her legs apart himself, rather aggressively so. She watched him raise
the bottle to his other hand, squeezing the lavender tube until a fat string of
thick opaque liquid coiled into it. His hand darted down to rub the substance
over his loins before thrusting several slippery fingers into the place he
seemed so ardent to put things in. She honestly could not comprehend the
purpose of sex without the intent of reproduction. This action was created for
a specific objective yet now it was turned in an ineffective and pointless
feat. Her thoughts were interrupted as Beck was suddenly hovering over her, his
hands pressing against her shoulders, pinning her to the bed.
“Okay then, how about we try this again.” He said before guiding himself
into her entrance.
He hissed a bit at the
impossibly tight fit. A breath of relief and pleasure broke through him when he
felt himself glide slickly through her. Lips pursing tightly, he began the age
old rhythm within her. His hands continued to push her into the mattress, his
thumbs digging into her metallic collarbone as he moved above her.
She could feel it. She could
feel his ‘male genitalia’ thrusting in and out of her, and she supposed she was
supposed to be feeling something. Something that would make her want to do this
act. Something that would make her want to do this act again. But her sensors
only relayed to her that a foreign object was now inside her. She watched his
face hover over her, held up by his arms connected to the hands currently
clutching the front of her shoulders in a talon-like grip. A thin sheen of
sweat coated his body like a glaze and his teeth were gritting inside his
mouth. His overall look was of someone trying to endure a deep pain, but
Dorothy was well aware that it was not pain that was making him drive into her
so eagerly. She could see him savor every stroke he made into her body. He was
making small sounds, every now and then a grunt or gasp would be torn from him
and she wondered if he expected her to be making such noises as well. She
wasn’t quite sure what exactly it was he wanted from her. Not precisely anyway.
She examined her new programming and could only scan pictures of what she was
supposed to do; it was like walking through an erotic gallery. So far all the
images consisted of women allowing a male, or several males, entrance into
their bodies, and she was doing that, so she supposed she was acting as was expected
of her.
Beck panted with every
thrust, feeling himself pound mercilessly into her. It was definitely a pro
that his current fuck partner was someone who couldn’t feel pain; otherwise he
would have no doubt that any normal woman would be crying rape to the cops by
morning.
“You are approaching orgasm, aren’t you.” The question part was only out of
courtesy, she could clearly read the signs since they lined up with the
definition of climax.
Beck was torn from his sex
induced haze, pausing to look at her dumbly. “Huh?” Never hesitating
the ruthless gyrations of his pelvic bone.
“Your hands are clenching with surprising strength for a human. Your legs
are beginning to show the signs of mild spasms.” She droned expertly.
He nodded, clenching his
eyes shut. Why the hell did he find her monotonous voice so fucking erotic
during sex? Oh God, now he’d probably be associating that damned deadpanned
tone of hers with fucking for the rest of his natural life.
“Your muscles are beginning to go rigid. Your rhythm is increasing in pace.
Your pulse has quickened.”
“Yeah…” He nodded, his eyelids
screwed shut, his mind concentrating on her voice as his libido responded to it.
She wasn’t even talking dirty, why the hell was it getting him off? But God she
had better not stop because he was so fucking close!
“Your genitals are constricting-”
“YES! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” He cried, his spine suddenly going as taunt as a
bow string. He gave a few more thrusts to ride out his climax before slumping
down, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Dorothy observed his now
slack face, his hands not being able to support him any longer as he fell
against her. She could feel his hurried breath against her neck and hear him
swallowing to regain the saliva to his mouth and throat. But most of all she
could feel his hearty thumping madly against her. It started out beating
insanely like a crazed humming bird, then it began to slow down, gradually it softened
to its normal pace. “That is what an orgasm looks like, then?”
He nodded tiredly into the
side of her neck. “Yeah.”
“During climax, a human experiences a rush of endorphins. Endorphins dull
pain and induce a calming and blissful effect.”
“That’s what they say.” He muttered not really paying attention, his eyes
already shut, intent on regaining sleep lost during the entirety of the day.
“Is that not what many people purchase illegal narcotics for?”
She felt him vibrate
against her as he let out a funny little chuckle. “Yeah, but sex is so much
cheaper.”

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M e c h a n i c a l M e n : C h a p
t e r II
– H e r o i n s a i d
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Summary- Dorothy begins a few new ‘studies’

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