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The wintry wasteland night air is as cold as it can get, just like usual. It doesn’t stop Uzi from being excited about being able to leave her bunker again, though.
“Wahoo! It feels so refreshing feeling the outside breeze after so long in the bunker!” She hops with her fists held high, a thick coat covering her torso.
“Don’t get too excited, Uzi. We’re just going to get you some more clothes.” Her father warns lightly, closing the bunker doors.
“I know, I know! You don’t have to remind me.” Uzi pouts back, arms falling to cross over her chest.
“Let’s go and find some quickly. We shouldn’t be out here too long with those Murder Drones around.” Khan takes the lead, a small weapon in hand.
Nothing extraordinary, just a simple crossbow. Uzi’s surprised he even has such a thing considering he loves to lock everyone up behind giant doors. Uzi even wonders if he knows how to use the darn thing.
“Did you make a list of what you need?” Khan’s voice stirs his daughter from her thoughts.
“I did! I have right here!” Uzi digs through her breasts, much to her father’s chagrin.
“How many times have I told you to use pockets, Uzi? They exist for a reason!” He chides sternly, brows furrowed.
“And how many times have I told you women’s pockets suck?” His daughter counters back, pulling out her small slip of paper.
Uzi checks it over to ensure she’s got everything down. ‘Dresses, shirts, leggings, jeans, long socks, another pair of shoes maybe… Looks like it’s all here!’
“Do you want to go to the same mall that we did last time?” Her dad speaks up again.
“I don’t see why not. They still had some stuff in there.” Uzi nods, putting her list away. “Though, it might’ve also already been raided of the last that it had…” A thoughtful expression crosses her features.
“If it was, then we can find another place. The city isn’t small, you know.” Khan tells her.
“I know! I was just saying!” Uzi huffs, crossing her arms again.
A good thing too, as a frosty gust of wind makes them both shiver. Khan looks to the sky in case it was caused by a Murder Drone. Uzi does too, though not wondering the same thing exactly.
‘I wonder if the Murder Drone that spared me is still around?’ Uzi questions as her optics linger towards the sky. ‘What was his name again? M? Or… No, N! It was N!’ Her sights lower back down to the city’s edge. ‘I wonder what he’s doing now? Maybe out hunting more Worker Drones. He said it was his “job,” or something?’
The city is calm and peaceful as the father-daughter duo breach its outer sanctum. They walk the empty, lonely roads towards the inner depths. Khan keeps a sharp optic out for any dangers. Uzi glances around in a similar fashion.
‘Now that I’m out here again for more clothes, I wonder if I shouldn’t try changing up my style a little bit?’ Uzi’s thoughts wander as well. ‘What if I started wearing more boyish clothes? Baggy stuff that hides my curves? Would all the guys finally leave me alone then?’
It’s a tempting thought. If Uzi’s curves aren’t all on display all the time, maybe she’d finally get some of the attention off her. After all, just about every guy in the bunker is after her because she’s a Pleasure Drone. They could care less about her personality or sentience.
‘That just makes me wonder why they’re after me so bad.’ Uzi’s brows furrow, grip on her biceps tightening. ‘I mean, I’m not exactly the nicest drone around. And my interests aren’t exactly common or looked upon very highly. They’re really just after me because they see me as a commodity.’
Uzi sighs as her posture loosens. How unsurprising of the guys to not actually see her as, you know, a sentient robot just like them. A few have gotten close, like Thad, but even guys like him still have their flaws.
“Is something wrong, Uzi? You look down all of a sudden.” Khan comments, breaking through Uzi’s thoughts.
She blinks back into reality but her expression doesn’t change. She mulls over her words for a moment and finds herself becoming sadder. Khan stops and so does his daughter. Uzi’s arms slide down to fiddle with the buttons of her peacoat.
“Hey, daddy? Do you…” She hesitates before she even begins. “Do you see me as a Pleasure Drone?” Uzi can’t meet his gaze, doesn’t want to.
Khan blinks dumbly at his daughter. It takes a few seconds for the inquiry to register.
“Well, yes. I do.” He nods. “That is your model type, after all. And you have some different needs than Worker Drone models like myself.” He adds.
Uzi shakes her head. “No, that’s not what I mean. I mean like– Do you think I’m more than just my silicone? Than just a–” She pauses, wincing. “Than just a sex toy the humans made for themselves?” Uzi ends up whispering, head hunching into her shoulders.
The onslaught of prickling tears frustrates the Pleasure Drone. She tries to swipe them away but they just return. A few slip loose when her hands brush away.
Her dad’s brows crease. He shuffles his crossbow onto his back and embraces his daughter. Khan’s hands rub soothing circles in a well-practiced way. The kind of way that doesn’t go too far down nor too far up.
“Of course I see more than just your silicone, sweetie.” He whispers back. “You’re much more than that. And everyone who can only see your silicone clearly has malfunctioning optics.” He muses with a chuckle.
Uzi is mute. Some part of her doesn’t really believe him. But the stronger part of her knows Khan means it. A little air-headed of a father he may be, but he’s never treated his daughter any differently than anyone else simply because of her model type.
She embraces him back and takes a deep vent. “Thanks, daddy. It means a lot.” Her hands grip tight onto Khan’s parka.
“Of course!” He chuckles back. “Now swipe away those tears. We’re almost at the mall now, and I’d like to see my daughter smiling when she’s trying on new outfits.”
Uzi giggles and nods, removing her pesky tears. Khan pats her shoulder and leads her towards the mall’s direction, leaving his heavy hand to ground his child.
It doesn’t take long for the moment to be ruined. A gang of scrappers suddenly jump out at them. Khan and Uzi startle, the former shoving the latter behind him as he whips out his crossbow.
The scrappers way outnumber them, though. And they’ve got way more weapons than Khan’s pitiful crossbow. Which they take advantage of by rushing the two, raising bats, crowbars, pipes, homemade maces, and more.
Khan tries to fend them off but is unsuccessful. His crossbow is knocked from his hands by a bat. He’s then struck upside the head with a pipe whose sound makes Uzi flinch.
“D-Daddy!” She shouts.
Another scrapper comes up to her. Uzi whirls around to snarl at him and deck him in the face. He yelps and stumbles back, dropping his weapon. Uzi picks up the barbed rod and swings it around at the other scrappers.
For a few minutes, it creates some distance for her and her unconscious father. But even that only lasts so long as a few arrows rain from the sky. Uzi hurriedly kicks her dad out of the way while she falls to the ground.
Someone else yanks the rod from her hands and Uzi’s left defenseless again. She growls with bared teeth at the perpetrators. One savage robot yanks Uzi up by the arm.
“Let go of me, you damn prick!” Uzi smacks him in the face with her forearm.
A female scrapper with clawed gloves tugs on Uzi’s coat. She yelps and kicks her in the tanks, making her keel over. Her claws snag on Uzi’s coat and forces her back to the ground with her. Alongside pulling her coat down her shoulders a sparse few inches.
Uzi grunts as her butt achingly meets the ice yet again. She manages to get the woman off by elbowing her in the face, cracking her visor. Though the other woman also claws up Uzi’s coat some and tears off a few buttons.
Once the feral robot is kicked off, Uzi rubs her aching butt and the scrappers get a good look at her cleavage. The odd silence snaps Uzi out of her soothing to stare back up at the ring of workers around her.
A sweat drop scrolls down her visor. She turns down to where they’re staring and see her bust is exposed to the cold air. Uzi yelps and slaps her arms over her chest, visor going flush.
“Would you stop staring, perverts?! It’s rude to ogle a lady, you know!” Uzi seethes at them, brows knitted deep.
Some whispers begin going around. Primarily the men. Some women try to hone in and squeeze into their conversations but are ultimately ignored, much to their collective chagrin.
Suddenly, the men of the scrapper gang spin back around to the Pleasure Drone. Uzi stiffens under the weight of their combined gazes. She can feel them piercing through her clothing. It makes a haunted shiver run along her spinal ridge.
Another commotion starts up as a few vehicles trail up to them. Everyone turns to the second grouping of scrappers.
‘Oh, great. Even more savage, insane robots.’ Uzi’s expression falls into miff.
A large Worker Drone—larger than us usual—clambers off the head truck. He’s dressed similarly to the other scrappers of his crew, though with more “trophies” dangling off wires around his neck and waist.
He shoves his way through the crowd, tossing around the smaller drones or flat-out crushing them under his feet while they yelp and scream. When he finally gets his sights on the two poor saps who’ve wandered into his territory, his Starburst-orange optics widen considerably.
The first thing is does is kick Khan away like he’s an old toy. Uzi gasps and moves to help her father. She’s hauled back by the scrapper’s leader. Uzi turns to snarl at him, attempting to yank herself free. Of course, it’s a futile effort.
‘Damn this weak model! All it’s good for is stamina and flexibility!’ Uzi’s heels dig into the snow in her attempts to free herself.
The woman yelps as she’s pulled closer so that her hand can be lifted into the air. “New wife!!” The scrapper leader shouts.
Uzi blinks. Everyone—almost—else cheers.
“W-WAIT A MINUTE–!!” She snaps to the scrapper leader.
Before Uzi can even finish, she’s hauled over the stronger drone’s shoulder. She yelps and flails desperately for escape. But no one can come to her aid, and she’s dumped into the leader’s dirty old truck. And with him keeping her close by his side, she can’t scramble to jump out.
Uzi turns to her still-unconscious father lying in the snow. She’s yanked back roughly by the scrapper gang leader.
“Watch it, Barbarian! There’s no way you’re gonna bag anyone being so rough like that!” She snaps at the taller man.
He startles at her fierce attitude but ultimately nods. His grip is still firm on her jacket but at least he isn’t tugging so roughly on her. Not that it really helps Uzi’s situation as she’s still being kidnapped.
‘Dammit! Why can’t anything go right for me lately?!’ Uzi thumps her forehead against the truck bed’s door. ‘It feels like it’s one thing after another. All because of my damn model.’
Uzi turns her head back up, her father out of sight. The city soon leaves in place of shubbery and rocks. And if Uzi is feeling right, she’s sure the other woman of this gang don’t very much like her presence.
‘Yeah, well, you wouldn’t be the only ones wishing I weren’t here.’ Uzi sighs to herself. ‘It’d be fantastic if I could go home, too.’
Unfortunately, it appears she might just have a new one now.
The scrapper gang’s home was… How should Uzi put it?
About as classy as a pigsty. There! That feels adequate!
It’s out in the middle of the woods, it’s secluded, it’s nestled within an old mining rig of sorts, and everything is very clearly either hand-made or scavenged from the dump.
‘Which also makes it smell terrible here.’ Uzi thinks miserably.
She glances around some more. The women keep glowering at her. The men ogle her as much as they can. There’s a few “decorations” here and there, if you could dangling pieces of random cloth and dismembered worker limbs that. And this gang’s leader is trying way too hard to impress her.
Said drone cracks a geode into two pieces with his bare hands. Plus whatever chunks might’ve flown away from the strength used. He presents the halves to Uzi, sitting upon a perch of whatever they deem “comfiest.”
The Pleasure Drone gives the sparkling geodes a flat look. It turns up to the drone holding them. Uzi sighs and turns away with disinterest. The scrapper leader mutters something under his vents that Uzi doesn’t bother to decipher.
‘What attempt is this now? the twentieth? Twenty-first?’ The woman wonders. ‘Not like it matters. I’m not interested anyway. Never will be.’
The scrapper leader—Uzi’s just gonna call him “Barbarian” from now on—returns to her with a small tray of food. Random stuff, but probably the best they have. But again, Uzi simply turns away without giving it much of a glance.
“No thanks. I’m not hungry after you went and kidnapped me.” She retorts, resting her chin in her hand.
Barbarian snuffs, brows furrowing and clearly getting frustrated. Good. Maybe he’ll learn his lesson and let her free.
“Bring me prisoner! A show of oil will swoon pretty lady!” He turns to his men.
“LIKE HELL IT WILL!!” Uzi shouts indignantly.
Her cries are ignored, however. Some random soul who’s bound to meet a gruesome end is dragged out from the mines. He’s stood before the Pleasure Drone, already wincing from what’s about to happen. Barbarian smacks his hand into the prisoner’s head hard enough to smash him into the ground.
Uzi shrieks and covers her visor, curling into herself. After a moment, she dares to peek through her fingers. She almost then and there. Uzi squeezes her optics shut again.
Barbarian climbs up the boxes of Uzi’s pseudo-throne and pulls a hand away from her face. “Pretty lady is married to me now! Our oil will continue—together!” He proclaims, spit flying into Uzi’s face.
She swipes the droplets off and puffs. “I’m not married to anyone! And I intend to keep it that way, asshole!” She yanks her arm free of his grasp. “And I’m not continuing your damn oil-line, either! Find some other woman to do that with! I’m sure the ones here would love to help!” She gestures to the said robots.
They bat their lashes at Barbarian. But he dismisses them with a mean scoff.
“They ugly. You have boobs!” He argues with a point to her chest.
‘Oh my Robo-God, he’s just a friggin’ caveman in robot form.’ Uzi internally groans.
But she turns away with a cross of her arms. “Well, I’m sure those women down there would love to slap on a pair of silicone boobs, too, if it meant getting in your nasty pants.” She gives him a spiteful side-eye.
Barbarian just looks even more pissed. Maybe if Uzi keeps this up, he’ll let her go on her merry way. After all, no man likes a difficult woman, right?
“I get pretty woman with boobs! No one else!” His arm throws out to the side.
“Who said I was interested in anyone?” Uzi snarks back.
A growl from the bulkier robot. He grabs one of Uzi’s arms and pulls it away from her chest. His other reaches for the precious booba he’s so enamored with.
“DON’T YOU FREAKING TOUCH ME!!” Uzi shrieks as she begins to fight him.
The two struggle with Uzi progressively losing the battle. She twists her turns her frame so that this damn creep wouldn’t get to even graze her bust. Barbarian quickly gets fed up and clutches Uzi’s throat. Her hands claw at his wrist, heels kicking futilely at his chest.
“You are my wife now! And that means I get to touch the pretty lady chest!” He grumbles down at her.
Fear makes Uzi’s pulse rate spike. As she still tries in vain to stop the stronger man from groping her, she spots something in the sky.
A dark figure circles around the mines like a vulture. Its design is hidden by the light of the moon, silhouetting its front. But the large wings easily give away what it really is. And when those wings disappear and the figure swiftly closes in, Uzi’s eye lights go void.
Uzi gasps and curls in on herself again in a defensive posture. Barbarian becomes confused and turns towards the sky. He quickly comes face-to-face with a Murder Drone diving right for him.
Barbarian is flung away with a wing. The other scrappers spring to life to try and take it down. But the Murder Drone pulls out two missile launchers to blow the mining hole to smithereens.
Uzi carefully climbs down the crates until she can tuck herself away beneath the mound of them. More explosions, screams, gunfire, arrowfire, and all sorts of discordant sounds make her audials staticky. All Uzi can do is hold her hands over her audials and hope she’s spared.
But she takes a glance from between two crates. Her optical lights turn to rings as she sees Barbarian fling some large piece of metal the Murder Drone’s way.
Whatever it is, it comes rebounding back with a shrill cry. Barbarian ducks just in time to save himself. Those behind him aren’t as lucky.
Barbarian runs in with some other random-object-turned-to-weapon. He swings with all his strength, swatting the Murder Drone out of the air. A crash in the wall makes Uzi flinch and cower deeper into the crates.
The Murder Drone isn’t down for the count. It grips the stone wall with its claws and pulls itself out. Drool drips down its chin as it thumps back onto the ground. A beat of its strong wings launches it towards the bulkiest worker here.
Uzi sneaks a peek one more time. Though it’s hard to catch it, she thought she saw a familiar coat whizz past. She closes her optics again as another explosion travels through the ground.
There’s another round of metal hellfire and shouts. Uzi dares not to look up anymore. Only when the cacophony of chaos has ended does she pull her shaking hands from her audials.
Uzi snakes closer to the entrance of her cover. She peers out warily, eyeing the oil-shed and the remains of a fierce battle. She sees Worker Drones bleeding out and dead. But she can’t find the Murder Drone.
‘Where is it? Where is the Murder Drone–?’ She glances around.
Her sights of the place are soon obscured by a large cross popping into view from above. Uzi blinks at the cross for a good second. She gasps loudly and pushes back, knocking into the crates.
The deathly cross spears into her very being for another minute. Then, it’s replaced with a pair of ovular eye lights.
“Uzi?” A familiar male voice calls.
The called robot slowly eases her posture. “N-N…?” She calls back.
“Uzi! I didn’t know you were here!” N smiles at her. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in your love hotel or strip club or something?” He hops off the crates, urging her out with a hand.
Uzi glances at it. Normal. Friendly. Gentle. She swallows and takes it, being guided out by the chipper Murder Drone.
“I, uhm, I-I was out looking for clothes. And these guys showed up outta nowhere and kidnapped me.” She replies truthfully. Well, as truthful as N’s gonna get, anyway.
The said robot’s eye lights go hollow. “They-y did what?!” His tail jolts into the air. “Are you okay?! They didn’t hurt you, right?! Are all your clothes intact!?” He spins her around, checking her wildly.
“I-I’m okay! You actually came in the knick of time.” Uzi steps out of his hands, giving him a grin. “I would’ve been hurt if you hadn’t arrived when you did. So… Thanks.” Uzi turns away to hide her blush.
N’s tail wags and he smiles back. “Of course! Though, I admit that I didn’t even know you were here.” He rubs the back of his head nervously.
Uzi shakes hers. “No, it’s fine. You stopped them, and that’s all that matters to me.”
“Well then, I’m glad I did!” N nods back. “We should probably get you back home to your intimacy facility, though. Don’t want anymore scrappers trying to get their hands on you!” He laughs at his own tease.
Though… N would be lying if he said there wasn’t some amount of truth in that joke. The mere thought of this innocent Pleasure Drone being forced upon makes his tanks shudder and his vial swish fervently.
“Are you okay? Did those guys hurt you in that battle?” Uzi asks, look curious.
N startles back to reality with a jolt. “N-No! I’m okay! If they did, I’ve healed by now!” He waves her off with both hands. “I was just lost in my thoughts for a moment. Let’s get you home, yeah?”
Uzi nods. She turns to find the spiraling ramp they went down but N holds his arms out. The woman gives him a curious look.
“I-It’d be faster if I flew you there.” He comments. “THA-AT IS!! If you want me to! I’m not sure you want to be touched right now, so I just thought I’d offer–!”
N’s cut-off when Uzi wraps her arms around his neck. “It’s okay. I’d like to be home sooner rather than later.” She says as she eyes her legs while leaning into his awaiting arms. “You won’t touch me anywhere I don’t permit anyway, right?” She teases back with a grin.
‘Ah.’ N’s thoughts come to a screeching halt. ‘That grin looks so cute on her.’
“O-Of course! I mean, of course not! I-I MEAN–!!” He shakes his head rapidly.
Uzi laughs and N stops. Her gazes at her as she laughs at his expense. Her smile is small yet still reaches her audials. And her lipstick only makes her smile pop out even more. Not to mention the way her bobbing head and shoulders makes her silver earrings bounce.
“You’re such a goofball, you know that?” Uzi says back, laughter dying. “Which is surprising for a Murder Drone. I thought they’d be, you know, more oil-thirsty or something.” The Pleasure Drone shrugs.
N chuckles nervously. “I mean… Some of us are.” V comes to CPU. “But I guess I just– It’s a job, so I just do it. Better to get it over with for everyone involved, right? Causes less pain that way.”
Uzi’s simper falls as she stares at the male drone. N’s uneasy grin has fallen as well, a small frown taking over his lips. He stares into the space of the ground, seeing something Uzi can’t. But she can tell it’s not a very good something.
“Well, I’m glad.” Uzi ends up saying. “I’d rather there be less pain, too. Even if I still don’t like you killing u– The Worker Drones at all.”
N turns back to her. He smiles, gentle and tender, and it makes Uzi blush again.
“Right. Thanks, Uzi.” He replies, slightly cocking his head.
The female drone stares for a few seconds. She meekly nods, turning her gaze to her frame.
“Let’s finally get out of here. I’m sure you’re already exhausted after everything that’s happened tonight, huh?” N deploys his wings, spreading them wide. “And I’m sure it’s not easy helping your clients, either.”
Uzi stiffens. “R-Right…” Best to just not comment on that…
Flapping his wings, N bounds off into the sky. Uzi leans in closer and tightens her arms around him, closing her eye lights. It takes a few minutes before she dares to opens them again. When she does, Uzi brightens up at the beautiful view of the city.
‘It reminds me of my dream, actually.’ She notes. ‘Not as vibrant, but still pretty.’
Meanwhile, N becomes acutely aware of Uzi’s frame against his own. from her warm plating to her wool peacoat, to the curves of her thighs, and the way her breasts squish against his chest.
N’s hands twitch. Sweat drops dribble down his display. He uses every ounce of strength in him not to go sneaking peeks at the Pleasure Drone’s chest. He wouldn’t do that to his teammates—not that they have any—so he sure as hell isn’t doing it to a Pleasure Drone.
‘Dear Robo-God, please give me strength, I beg of you–’ N repeats like a mantra.
“There it is!” Uzi points, snapping N’s concentration. “You can put me down here!”
N dives down and quickly sets Uzi back onto the ground. The familiar sight of the “intimacy facility,” as N calls them apparently, makes Uzi vent a sigh of relief.
“W-Will you be okay on your own? I know last time I dropped you off, you said you would. But since scrappers seem to be out tonight–” N rambles, doing everything in his power to avoid looking at her.
“No, I’ll be fine. Thanks, though!” Uzi waves him off while grinning. “Thanks again for saving me tonight. Things just… Really aren’t going my way recently.” Uzi giggles as she fiddles with her earring.
“It’s okay! It’s totally fine! I mean, I still did my job, so no harm, no foul, right?!” N hurriedly says back, tail stiff.
“I guess not.” Uzi giggles. “Well, I should be going now. See you around if I’m ever outside again, maybe?” She rocks on her heels.
N swiftly averts his optics from her leaning cleavage. “R-Right! See you around, maybe! Under better circumstances!”
Uzi titters again and turns away. N lets out a composing vent now that there isn’t much to look at. However, Uzi stops just a few feet away from him. N perks back up to stare at her back inquisitively.
For a long moment, Uzi simply stands there. Then, after what’s likely an internal debate, she turns back around.
Before N can say anything, Uzi pulls him down by the arm and leans in. The tiniest of gasps slips through N’s lips and his optical lights go void.
“That’s just… For saving me today.” Uzi mumbles as her visor going flush. “I figured I would repay you. But don’t think this will be a common occurrence, okay?!” She barks.
Uzi turns on her heel again and leaves once and for all. She tries to hide her fluster behind the neck hold of her coat. Uzi disappears into the frost and night, out of N’s sight.
N feels his own plethora of blush lines blink onto his visor. They quickly heat up his visor. A critical temperature warning blinks in place of his right eye light.
“I… I won’t…” N mutters to the lipstick mark left on his cheek.