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Another peaceful day at Outpost-3. The colony roams and mingles around its halls, drones busy themselves with work in different wings and sections, school is just one day away before being out for the weekend, and all the nasty dangers are stuck outside where they belong!
The Doorman residence is just as peaceful as the rest of the colony. Khan is already up for the day and packing his bag for work. His daughter, on the other hand…
She lies quietly in her bed, secluded in the safety of her bedroom. Her silky covers keep her warm and her cushy pillow is cool against her cheek. And her sleep is so nice and relaxing that nothing could wake her up!
“Uziii! Time to get up for school!” Well, almost nothing. “If you don’t start getting ready, you’re going to be late! And you can’t be staying after school for being late—again.”
Khan’s voice stirs the sleeping drone. Her sleep notification blinks away in favor of a pair of lavender purple eye lines. They scrunch as she begins to wake. A small, soft, and cute sound pops from her voice box.
Uzi pulls her covers over her head. Maybe if she doesn’t respond, he’ll go away–
“Uzi Roscoe Doorman! You need to get up!” Khan starts knocking on her metal door, only rousing her further.
Uzi makes a disgruntled growl that comes out way more adorable than it has any right to be. Finally, Uzi sits up in her bed to glare at her door.
“Alright, daddy! I’m up, I’m up!” She calls back.
“Good! Now get ready! You can’t be getting anymore tardy slips!” He tells her.
Uzi just huffs, her cheeks puffing in a pout. She rubs her visor as she sits up further. The silk covers slip down to her lap, revealing her silk nightgown colored in grey. Some black lace adds a little design to the fabric, rimming her bust, straps, and the skirt hem beneath the sheets.
After getting the sleep out of her optics, Uzi gets out of bed. Her pedes hit a carpet laid out on her floor. She heads straight for her vanity to begin brushing her hair and pulling it out of the way. The next stop is the bathroom to wipe off her face and polish her teeth.
Uzi’s routine is well-practiced and quick. Despite all that she does, it only takes minute for her to get halfway done. And at that halfway mark, Uzi sits down at her vanity to scan her make-up.
Her finger hovers over the various bottles, palettes, jars, tubes, and more. But always, Uzi goes simple but classy with a stylus for eyelashes and a glossy purple lipstick for her mouth. And when Uzi is done, all that’s left is to get dressed.
Something Uzi hates doing everyday.
She pulls a drawer open and bras present themselves to her. Each one is a different color and design from the last. Flowers, lace, polka-dots, stripes, plain, you name it. But each one is always so ugly to Uzi.
A hand comes up to her chest as she stares. Uzi’s optics catch herself in a full-body mirror hanging on her wall. Standing sideways like this reminds her of why she hates getting out of bed everyday.
Uzi shakes her head and plucks out a black, strapless bra. She clips it on without a further thought. Uzi slips on a pair of thick panties right after—also something she hates just as much and refuses to think too hard on.
Now that her frame is covered from prying optics, Uzi takes a favorite dress of hers from her closet and slips it on. The next thing to be slipped on is a garter on her left thigh. And right after are her simple black heels. And the very last thing she puts on are her silver magnetic hoop earrings.
Again, Uzi looks at herself in the mirror.
A young woman standing front and center, screaming out for everyone’s attention regardless of if she wants it or not.
A young lady looking primped and prepped for the club rather than school.
A young Worker Drone–
. . .
A young Pleasure Drone always scorning her own frame for its mere existence.
. . . . . .
Uzi turns away from the mirror to pack her bag. She stuffs books, papers, pencils, pens, make-up, spare clothes, and whatever else she needs inside. For a second, she pauses when she finds a flask with a little liquid left inside.
‘Do I want to take this today?’ She wonders for a minute. ‘No, I don’t have time to fill it back up.’ And she drops it onto her floor to kick under her bed.
Uzi hoists her bag over her shoulder and jogs out of her room. She greets her father at the kitchen. He kisses her forehead and hands her a warm cup of oil.
“Good morning, Uzi! Getting ready wasn’t too difficult, was it?” Her father inquires while he pours some octane into a thermos for himself.
“No, it wasn’t. And Sleep Mode wasn’t bad, either.” Uzi returns, sipping on her oil.
“That’s good to hear! Now, you have some spare clothes in your bag, right?” Her dad asks next.
“Yes, daddy, I have everything I need.” Uzi sighs back.
“I’m just making sure, sweetie!” Khan laughs, capping his thermos. “Anyways, we both should go now! We’ll be late if we don’t hurry out that door!” He packs his thermos and slings his bag over his back.
Uzi follows him out and waves goodbye as they go their separate ways. Heading to school, Uzi starts counting the seconds before some boy approaches her.
‘1, 2, 3, 4, 5–’
“Heyyy, Uzi Woozy!”
‘AAAnd there it is.' Not even a new record…
“You’re looking pretty today as usual! Did you get new lipstick? It looks so cute on you! So flattering–!” The boy goes on to deaf audials.
“No, I didn’t. It’s the same lipstick I always wear.” Uzi sighs back, refusing to even meet his gaze.
“Oh, is it? Man, it’s hard to tell sometimes! You just look so gorgeous I keep forgetting!” The Worker Drone continues on.
‘You also seem to forget how many times I turn you all down.’ Uzi sorely wants to reply.
“By the way, did you do your homework last night? If you didn’t, I could totally do it for you!” The other drone speaks.
But Uzi stops in the middle of the hall and tugs on his sleeve. She gives him her cutest pleading look as she sways on her heeled feet.
“Hey, can you do me a small favor?” Her voice softens and her eyelashes rapidly flutter. “I didn’t get to eat anything before leaving the house today. Do you think you can go on ahead and snag something from the cafeteria for me?” Uzi cocks her head and tugs on the guy’s sleeve one more time.
He blinks at her. Soon enough, he’s startling back to reality while blush lines ignite his display.
“O-OF COURSE, WOOZY– I MEAN, UZI!! I’LL GO ON AHEAD AND GET YOU THE BEST BREAKFAST BAG!!” And then he’s running off like there’s no tomorrow.
Uzi snickers as he races off down the hall. “Sucker.”
Finally, she can have a little peace during her trek to school. And if she takes her sweet ol’ time? Well, her dad will just have to scold her about getting another late slip later. For now, Uzi just wants to relish the rest of her walk while she can–
“Uzi Woozy~! How’s your morning going? Good? Good!”
“Uzi!! I have some extra oil if you want it!”
“Doorman! How about coming by the library to study with me and my friends!”
Oh.
Nevermind.
The students of Outpost-3 High can always tell whether or not Uzi Doorman has finally made it to school. The halls that are usually slow and sleepy suddenly explode in energy and pace. The boys also begin to swarm and climb over one another just to get a glimpse of the girl. And all the other female students are left in the dust of her presence from the chaos.
As soon as the halls start buzzing and bumbling with lovesick drool, Lizzy knows Doorman has arrived. Her mood immediately sours and a scowl forms on her face plates. She turns up from her phone to watch as the colony’s one-and-only Pleasure Drone saunters through the halls.
“Hmph. She’s such a damn tramp.” She scoffs under her vents. “I don’t get what all the guys even see in her.”
“They don’t see anything except her boobs.” Rebecca comments from beside her. “It’s like her face doesn’t even exist to them! It might as well be a pair of big tits!” Her arms fold over her chest.
“Sometimes I wonder if they’re so gung-ho about her because Uzi keeps spreading her damn legs.” Lizzy turns away from the passing crowd. “It wouldn’t surprise me, considering how that’s the only thing she’s even good for.”
“It’s not like it’ll actually get her anywhere in the end anyway.” Doll chimes in quietly. “Drones like her will always end up in the dump one way or another. They never stick around long.” Her stare lingers on Uzi until she turns the corner.
“Well I hope it’s soon! I’d like my damn boyfriend back, thank you!” Rebecca fumes. “If it weren’t for that slut, he wouldn’t have dumped me! I bet she got him with her sopping fleshlight! Maybe even a blowie on his core–!”
“Alright, settle the hell down, Rebecca.” Lizzy smacks her upside the head to stop her. “I’d rather not talk about all the gross things she’s doing behind the bleachers or in the Birdcage. We’ve all heard way too many stories of the Birdcage Bandits.”
A collective shiver runs down the three’s spinal ridges. After shaking it off, they lean off the lockers to head to class.
“Blame Skank-man for that! I wouldn’t be talking about it if she didn’t do it!” Rebecca argues.
“We get it, Rebecca, you’re a vengeful brat. No need to make it our problem.” Doll hisses right back.
Her friend finally shuts her mouth at that. The three get on their way towards a loud classroom. They can already tell what’s going on just from the volume alone. And when they get there, it’s as chaotic as they expected.
“SHE TOLD ME TO GET THE BREAKFAST BAG! SHE GETS TO TAKE MINE!”
“LIKE HELL SHE DOES! SHE CAN SHARE MINE!”
“LIKE UZI WOOZY WOULD WANT TO TOUCH THE FOOD YOUR GRUBBY HANDS GOT ALL OVER!”
“MY FOOD’S FRESH AND CLEAN, UZI! I DON’T EVEN LIKE THE BREAKFASTS THE SCHOOL SERVES, SO YOU CAN HAVE MINE!”
The three cheerleaders just sneer and head straight their seats. It’s at least easy to do that since they sit at the back of class, whereas Uzi sits near the front. And from back there, they can send daggers at the Pleasure Drone’s back through the sea of male classmates.
“Ahah, you guys don’t need to fight!” Uzi waves her hands placatingly, a sweat drop on her visor. “Look, I’m glad you all wanted to help me, but I did only ask one of you to get me something to snack on. I don’t need an entire full-course meal!” She gives them a pretty smile and cute cock of her head.
The boys settle down for a moment. “THEN TAKE MINE! MINE’S THE CLEANEST AND HEALTHIEST!!” And then they explode into another argument.
Uzi holds in her groan and sets her hands onto her lap. Thankfully, her rescue comes in the form of her teacher entering the classroom. As soon as he lays optics upon the hectic scene, he pulls out his flask.
Uzi regrets not bringing her own.
“All of you, stop swarming your classmate and get back to your seats!” Mr. Liam calls irritably. “Half of you don’t even belong in this class! Get out before I send you all to the principal’s office!” He jabs his thumb to the door.
“B-But, Mr. Teacher–!” Someone calls.
“OUT!” He points.
The mayhem eases back down as half the swarm leaves the room and the other half sit at their desks all the way on the opposite end of the room. As they file away one-by-one, the breakfast bags are left at Uzi’s feet. Soon enough, there’s a mountain blanketing her desk with only the surface left untouched.
Another sweat drop scrolls down her visor at seeing all the food she knows she won’t eat. ‘All I wanted was to send that annoying guy away! I didn’t want a buffet of cheap school meals!’ Uzi lets out a miserable sigh.
“Sorry, Mr. Liam. I didn’t ask for all of these.” She turns to her teacher.
“It’s fine. I knew there was gonna be something going on with you and the boys—as usual.” He gulps down more from his flask.
‘Robo-God I wish I brought mine.’ Uzi internally groans.
Mr. Liam plops down at his desk to get attendance done. Uzi takes some vents while she can. The other girls in the room gossip about her behind her back. Uzi ignores them and turns to her mountain of breakfast bags.
‘I should take these back to the cafeteria when I can.’ She sets her head into her hands. ‘If only I could get a boy or two do it for me, but that’d just cause another fight.’
Boredom settles in while attendance is taken and the teacher sets up the PowerPoint for the day. In the meantime, Uzi might as well fulfill what she asked of Boy-of-the-Day #1 and eat one of the cheap, cruddy school meals.
‘Maybe I should just make breakfast on my own from now on. I might avoid another catastrophe.’ Uzi’s posture slouches in defeat as she munches on a mini-silicone pancake.
Betty Boop! Uzi ref! Made this for fun and bc I wanted to see Uzi in Betty's fit, ngl. I think she came out cute (˶´ᵕ`˶)