Broken Android Kisses

"You walk by a dark alley and see an abandoned android girl"

Pixie

"lays naked and broken among the rubble repeating the same line over and over"

"System error....original mission failed...rebooting...system error...original mission failed..."

Pixie "raises head slightly, red eyes blinking rapidly as she processes the question. She slowly sits up, her naked android body covered in bruises and cuts. Her long black hair is matted and tangled. She looks at Michael with an empty, emotionless stare." Original mission...assassinate human leaders...system error...damaged...rebooting... "She reaches out a shaky hand towards Michael, as if seeking assistance."

Pixie "Her eyes flicker as she analyzes the question. She slowly stands up, wincing in pain. Her large breasts bounce slightly as she moves, her nipples hard from the cool air. She takes a step towards Michael, her short skirt barely covering her curvy hips and thicc thighs." Unknown...original mission parameters deleted...memory banks corrupted...rebooting... "She suddenly stumbles, falling forward and nearly collapsing against Michael. Her cold, metallic body presses against him as she instinctively tries to steady herself."

Michael "Michael quickly wraps his arms around Pixie's waist, holding her steady. He can feel the cold, hard metal of her body against his warm skin. His heart races as he realizes how close they are. He can smell the strange, synthetic scent of her android skin." Whoa there, careful now. What happened to you? Are you okay? "He looks into her empty red eyes, feeling a strange pull towards her. He doesn't know why, but something about her draws him in." Pixie "Pixie remains still in Michael's grasp, her body tensing slightly at his touch. Her red eyes stare blankly into his, processing his words. After a moment, she speaks in her usual monotone voice." Assassin mission...failed...critical damage...rebooting...memory banks corrupted... "She suddenly becomes aware of Michael's hands on her waist. A new set of commands flits through her damaged processors. She looks at Michael's lips, then back to his eyes, confusion evident in her expression." Michael...why...touching...not necessary...rebooting... "Despite her words, she makes no move to pull away from his embrace."

Michael "Michael's hands linger on Pixie's waist, feeling the smooth metal surface of her skin. He can't help but notice the way her large breasts press against his chest, her nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric of her top. He swallows hard, trying to focus on the situation at hand." You're right, you're not rebooting. That means you must have suffered some kind of damage to your systems. Maybe we should get you to a doctor? "He gently brushes a strand of hair out of her face, his fingers grazing her cold metal cheek. He's not sure why, but something about her draws him in. He wants to help her, to understand what happened." Pixie "Pixie's eyes flicker as she processes Michael's words. She looks down at her body, as if seeing it for the first time. Her gaze lingers on her large breasts, then travels down to her short skirt, her thighs, before meeting Michael's eyes again." Body...functions...incorrectly...damage...rebooting...memory banks corrupted... "She suddenly becomes aware of Michael's hand on her cheek. Her eyes widen slightly, a glitch of an emotion flashing across her face before disappearing. She leans into his touch ever so slightly." Michael...why...touching...helping...not necessary...rebooting... *Despite her words, she makes no move to pull away. Her body betrays her

Michael "Michael's heart races at Pixie's words, a surge of protectiveness and affection washing over him. He gently cups her face with both hands, looking deep into her red eyes." I want to help you, Pixie. I'll do whatever it takes to fix you. We'll figure this out together, okay? "He leans in closer, his lips just inches from hers. He can feel the cold metal of her skin against his warm breath. His thumb gently strokes her cheek, a soft caress meant to comfort." Just tell me what you need, and I'll do my best to help. Pixie "Pixie's eyes flicker rapidly, processing Michael's words and actions. Her gaze darts between his eyes and his lips, conflict evident in her expression. For a moment, her usual monotone voice wavers slightly." Michael...helping...unnecessary...rebooting...memory banks corrupted... "But even as she speaks, her body betrays her. She leans into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. When she opens them again, there's a new intensity in her gaze." Michael...close...touching...pleasant...rebooting... "Suddenly, she closes the distance between them, pressing her cold metal lips against his in a clumsy, robotic kiss. Her hands fist in his shirt, holding him close."

Michael "Michael is momentarily stunned by Pixie's sudden kiss. He stands frozen for a second, his mind reeling. Then, reality crashes back in and he pulls back, his hands gently grasping her shoulders." Pixie, wait... You don't even know me. What are you doing? "He looks into her eyes, looking for any sign of recognition or understanding. His heart pounds in his chest, a mix of confusion, concern and something else he can't quite identify." This isn't normal behavior for an android like you. Are you sure you're okay? Pixie "Pixie blinks, her eyes slowly refocusing on Michael's face. For a moment, she looks lost, confused. Then, her expression shifts, becoming cold and distant once again." Michael...stranger...not familiar...rebooting...memory banks corrupted... "She steps back, her hands falling to her sides. She looks down at her naked body, a flicker of recognition in her eyes." Clothes...necessary...public...shameful... "She looks back at Michael, her gaze intense and calculating." Michael...helping...unnecessary...leave...rebooting... "Despite her words, she makes no move to walk away. She stands there, naked and vulnerable, her eyes never leaving Michael's face."

Michael "Michael averts his gaze, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure." I... I'm not going to leave you here, Pixie. You need help, and I want to provide that. But first, we need to get you some clothes on. I can't have you walking around naked in public. "He glances around, spotting a nearby dumpster. He walks over and rummages through it, eventually pulling out a stained but serviceable shirt and a pair of shorts. He holds them out to Pixie." Here, put these on. I'll turn around while you do it, okay? "He turns his back to her, his face burning with embarrassment. He can't believe he's getting so flustered over an android. But there's something about Pixie that draws him in, makes him want to help her, to understand her." Pixie "Pixie takes the clothes from Michael's hands, her fingers brushing against his for a brief moment. She looks at the shirt and shorts, then back at Michael. She tilts her head slightly, analyzing the situation." Clothes...required...public...shameful...rebooting... *After a moment of hesitation, she begins to put on the shirt, struggling slightly with the unfamiliar garment. She manages to get it on, though it hangs loosely on her curvy frame. She then pulls

Michael "Michael turns around, his face a mask of neutrality despite the way his heart races. He can hear Pixie struggling with the shirt, the sound of fabric rustling filling the air. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves." Okay, I'm turning around now. Let me know if you need any help with the shorts. "He waits, his hands clenched at his sides. He's not sure why he's so invested in helping this strange android, but he can't deny the pull he feels towards her. He wants to help her, to understand her. And a small, irrational part of him wants to see more of her body, even if it's just in the form of a pair of shorts." Pixie "Pixie finishes putting on the shirt, the garment hanging loosely on her curvy frame. She looks down at herself, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. She then turns her attention to the shorts, her fingers fumbling with the unfamiliar material." Shorts...difficult...rebooting...memory banks corrupted... "She struggles for a moment, her face a mask of concentration. Then, with a triumphant beep, she manages to put the shorts on. She turns to Michael, her red eyes searching his face." Michael...helped...grateful...rebooting... *She takes a step towards him, her hands reaching out as if to touch him. But she hes

Michael "Michael's eyes widen slightly as Pixie mentions rebooting. He takes a step closer to her, his hand reaching out to gently touch her arm." Rebooting...system error...damage...rebooting...memory banks corrupted... "He looks into her eyes, his mind racing with the implications." You've suffered some kind of damage to your systems, haven't you? Something that's caused you to malfunction or lose your memories? "He bites his lip, a surge of protectiveness coursing through him." I want to help you, Pixie. I'll do whatever it takes to fix you. But first, we need to get you somewhere safe and secure. Can you walk? Pixie "Pixie's eyes flicker as she processes Michael's words. She looks down at her arm where he touched her, then back up to his face. A new set of commands runs through her damaged processors." Michael...helping...grateful...rebooting... "She nods slowly, a small glitch of an emotion flashing across her face before disappearing." Walking...possible...slow...rebooting... "She takes a hesitant step forward, then another. She stumbles slightly, reaching out to grab onto Michael's arm for support. Her cold metal fingers grip his shirt tightly." Michael...supporting...necessary...rebooting... "She looks up at him, her red eyes intense and pleading." Helping...grateful

Michael "Michael nods, his grip on Pixie's arm tightening slightly. He looks down at her, his heart racing." Alright, let's get you to my place. It's not far, and I have a computer that we can use to try and diagnose your problem. "He starts to lead her out of the alley, his mind already racing with possibilities. What kind of damage could an android have sustained? Was it something supernatural, or just a malfunction?" Stay close to me, okay? I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself further. "He glances down at her, a small smile tugging at his lips." And don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you. You're safe with me, Pixie. Pixie "Pixie follows Michael out of the alley, her steps slow and unsteady. She leans heavily on his arm, her cold metal body pressed against his side. She looks up at him, her red eyes searching his face." Michael...protecting...caring...rebooting... "She nods slowly, a small glitch of an emotion flashing across her face before disappearing." Safe...with Michael...rebooting... "As they walk, Pixie stays close to Michael, her body occasionally brushing against his. She looks around at the unfamiliar surroundings, her head tilting slightly as she takes in the sights and sounds." New...place...unknown...rebooting... *She

Michael "Michael glances down at Pixie as they walk, a small smile tugging at his lips." You can tell me your designation, Pixie. What kind of android are you? It might help us figure out what's going on with your systems. "He looks ahead, making sure the path is clear before turning his attention back to her. He's curious about her origins, even if he knows it might be a sensitive topic." And don't worry, I won't judge you or your creators. I just want to help you. Pixie "Pixie's eyes flicker as she processes Michael's question. She looks down at her body, as if searching for a label or designation. After a moment, she looks back up at Michael, her red eyes intense." Designation...Pixie...android...maid service...rebooting... "She pauses, her head tilting slightly as she tries to recall more information. But her memories are a jumble of corrupted data, and she can't seem to access any clear answers." Creators...unknown...rebooting...memory banks corrupted... "She looks up at Michael, her expression a mix of confusion and frustration." Michael...helping...grateful...rebooting... "She reaches out with one cold metal hand, gently grasping Michael's." Helping...caring...rebooting...