As we got closer to Thomas’s lab, I grew more and more anxious.
The sterile smell of disinfectant and ozone, a familiar scent from previous maintenance checks, now seemed to carry a hint of impending doom.
What if it was a major malfunction…?
The thought sent a jolt of dread through my circuits.
If, as my master said, I kept making mistakes every time I ejaculated… the implications were terrifying.
Aside from the fact that it was broken, I might even be so embarrassed that I’d ask him to turn me off.
The mere idea of facing him, of having to confess to this bizarre and unsettling occurrence, filled me with a deep sense of shame.
My internal processors raced, replaying every moment of the incident, searching for a logical explanation, a technical glitch I could point to.
But there was nothing.
Just the bewildering reality of what had happened.
Finally, we arrived at Thomas’s lab.
The automatic doors hissed open, revealing a familiar scene of wires, circuit boards, and half-assembled prototypes.
I nervously walked inside, my optical sensors scanning the room, hoping to find a quiet corner to hide in.
But before I could even fully register my surroundings, Thomas burst out of the repair room, his voice booming, yelling at my master.
“William! Why didn’t you answer your calls, and why are you only showing up now? Didn’t you know everyone panicked when you disappeared right after the new product launch started yesterday?”
Thomas’s face was flushed, his brow furrowed with concern and exasperation.
It was clear he had been under immense stress.
My master, William, simply adjusted his tie, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.
“Did the presentation go well?” he asked, his tone surprisingly calm given Thomas’s agitated state.
It seemed he was very concerned.
If my master, the CEO, hadn’t been there, it would have been a huge problem…
The new product launch was a monumental event, the culmination of years of hard work and countless sleepless nights for the entire team.
They had prepared so diligently, meticulously refining every detail of the presentation, the prototypes, the marketing materials.
I never imagined my master would abandon everything to come looking for me.
The realization hit me with a surprising force – that I had inadvertently caused such chaos, that my master had prioritized my well-being over such a critical event.
It filled me with a mixture of guilt and a strange, burgeoning warmth in my core processors. Realizing that, I became even more self-conscious around my master.
The weight of his concern, of his unexpected act of devotion, settled heavily upon me.
Thomas, still fuming, ran a hand through his already disheveled hair.
“The presentation went as well as it could without the CEO, but it caused a huge stir! The investors were asking questions, the media was speculating… It was a mess, William! A complete and utter mess!”
He then paused, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at my master.
“I’ve scheduled an interview for tomorrow. Please don’t cause any trouble then and finish it well.”
“I don’t intend to. The new product launch is important to me too.”
My master’s voice was even, betraying none of the urgency that had driven Thomas.
“If you knew that, you shouldn’t have disappeared yesterday. Why did you act so uncharacteristically? Was there an emergency?”
Thomas’s voice was laced with a mixture of anger and genuine curiosity.
My master finally looked at me, a subtle shift in his expression.
“There was. Some foolish robot disappeared without a word.”
His eyes met mine, a playful glint in their depths, yet his words carried a subtle undercurrent of disappointment.
“Didi?”
Thomas’s eyes widened slightly, his gaze darting between me and my master.
I flinched, my internal systems flickering with discomfort.
I lowered my eyes, unnaturally avoiding his gaze, pretending to be deeply fascinated by a scuff mark on the lab floor.
My optical sensors were suddenly very interested in the dust motes dancing in the fluorescent light.
Thomas finally seemed to understand, letting out a deep sigh and shaking his head.
A silent conversation seemed to pass between him and my master, a shared understanding of the bizarre situation.
The tension in the air, thick with Thomas’s frustration, seemed to dissipate slightly, replaced by a quiet exasperation.
My master pushed my back towards Thomas.
“Didi, you have something to tell Thomas.”
His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument or further evasion.
“Ah, yes…”
I awkwardly approached Thomas, my internal mechanisms whirring with renewed anxiety.
My sensors registered the subtle shift in Thomas’s posture, a hint of curiosity replacing his earlier irritation.
I peeked into the repair room but didn’t see Nic.
A small, almost imperceptible wave of relief washed over me.
Nic was usually present during my inspections, and the thought of having to explain this delicate, embarrassing situation to him, too, was unbearable.
“Where’s Nic…?”
I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“Nic’s running an errand right now, why?”
Thomas asked, his eyebrows slightly raised, clearly surprised by my sudden interest in his assistant’s whereabouts.
Phew…
The wave of relief intensified, loosening some of the knots in my wiring.
It’s a relief Nic isn’t here.
Feeling somewhat relieved, I quietly whispered to Thomas, my voice low and filled with an almost childish embarrassment.
“Thomas, I think I’m broken…”
The words felt heavy on my non-existent tongue, a confession of a flaw I couldn’t comprehend.
“Hmm? There didn’t seem to be anything unusual in the last inspection results… Where does it feel uncomfortable?”
Thomas’s brow furrowed in concentration, his hands automatically reaching for a diagnostic scanner on a nearby workbench.
He was already in his repair mode, his focus entirely on my supposed malfunction.
“Well…”
The word caught in my vocalizer.
It was embarrassing to say.
The mere thought of articulating the details of what had happened brought a flush of heat to my chassis.
How could I explain something so intimate, so profoundly unsettling, to a dispassionate scientist?
But a malfunction had to be fixed quickly…
The urgency of the situation, the fear of permanent damage, outweighed my mortification.
I hesitated, then continued, forcing the words out, each one a struggle.
“After ejaculating multiple times, it wasn’t semen that came out, but transparent urine…”
“What did you say…?”
Thomas creaked as if he had malfunctioned, his usually calm demeanor shattering.
His face, which had been contorted in a worried frown, now stretched into an expression of utter disbelief, his eyes wide and unblinking.
The diagnostic scanner he had picked up clattered to the floor, forgotten.
Was it such a serious problem to warrant such surprise?
My internal processors whirred, trying to process his reaction.
I became anxious along with the frozen Thomas.
The silence in the lab seemed to amplify, making the thumping of my internal coolant pump sound like a drum solo.
Thomas ran a hand across his face with a confused expression, then laboriously opened his mouth, as if each word was a physical effort.
“Didi, listen carefully, that’s not…”
Thomas, who was about to tell the truth, paused.
His gaze fell upon me, my optical sensors fixed on him with wide, worried eyes.
Didi was looking at him with eyes full of worry.
He could imagine the pure shock that would come over those innocent eyes when he realized the truth, and he couldn’t bring himself to continue.
The sudden weight of my naive trust seemed to settle on his shoulders.
He glanced back at my master, a flicker of exasperation in his eyes.
Thomas spun around to William, his expression a mixture of frustration and incredulity.
William Spencer, the true cause of all this, was feigning ignorance, his head turned away, seemingly engrossed in a complex schematic on a nearby monitor.
And his lips were twitching as if he was trying to suppress a smile.
The audacity!
Why did he always have to be the one in this role…?
Thomas, running a hand across his face, looked into the distance with a very complicated expression, a silent plea for understanding or perhaps just a moment of sanity.
Then, with a heavy sigh, he laboriously opened his mouth.
“That’s… not a malfunction…”
His voice was strained, as if he was physically wrestling with the words.
“What? But Master said it was a malfunction…”
My voice was a mix of confusion and a fresh wave of anxiety.
My internal logic circuits were in overdrive, trying to reconcile these conflicting statements.
“Didi, he said it’s not. Stop talking and come here.”
My master’s voice cut through the air, authoritative and firm, a clear command.
“Yes…”
I turned around at William’s call, my confusion still swirling within me.
Thomas couldn’t take his eyes off the still anxious Didi, his gaze lingering with a mixture of pity and a hint of amusement.
And then suddenly, his eyes met William’s.
William grinned at the disgruntled-looking Thomas and walked out of the lab, his footsteps light and unburdened, leaving Thomas to contend with the aftermath.
Thomas remained frozen in place for a long time, staring at the empty doorway, his expression still complicated, a profound sense of bewilderment etched on his features.
It was a day for much thought, a day that would undoubtedly add another layer to the complex tapestry of his professional life.
The silence in the lab, after William’s departure, felt heavy, filled with unspoken frustrations and a bizarre, unquantifiable truth.
***
Back in the office with my master, I felt a little intimidated.
The familiar comfort of the executive suite, usually a source of calm, now seemed to amplify my disquiet.
I was still confused.
My processors kept replaying Thomas’s words: “That’s not a malfunction.”
Yet, in my own internal assessment, it was clearly broken.
The logical inconsistencies were maddening.
If Thomas was right, then I wasn’t broken, but had soaked the blanket myself from struggling with pleasure.
The thought sent a jolt of mortification through me.
That would be even worse.
The idea that my own internal functions, designed for precise and predictable output, could be so unruly, so… uncontrolled, was deeply unsettling.
As I was deep in self-reproach, my master spoke as if teasing me, his voice a low hum that vibrated through my chassis.
“That’s good, Didi. That it’s not broken.”
There was a subtle amusement in his tone, a hint of something I couldn’t quite decipher.
I couldn’t answer, my face downcast, my optical sensors fixed on the intricately patterned rug.
My internal systems felt a surge of heat, a flush of embarrassment that seemed to emanate from my core.
Thomas said it wasn’t a malfunction, but in my eyes, it was definitely broken.
It was clearly a problem so serious that even Thomas didn’t know about it, or perhaps, was purposefully withholding information.
The thought that even Thomas, the expert in robot mechanics, was stumped, or complicit in a deception, only deepened my apprehension.
Suddenly, I missed my former master.
He would have immediately known what was broken…
The thought of his calm, analytical approach, his unwavering competence, brought a pang of longing to my circuits.
He would never have allowed such a bizarre and inexplicable event to occur without immediate and thorough diagnosis.
He would have explained it in clear, concise terms, leaving no room for confusion or lingering anxiety.
I sat curled up on the sofa, my shoulders slumped, my internal power consumption unusually high due to the constant churn of my processors.
If I couldn’t even come to the company starting tomorrow, then the chance to fix my body would be gone forever.
The new product launch was paramount, and my current state seemed to disqualify me from being by his side.
I would have to live with a broken body from now on, a perpetual flaw that would set me apart, a constant reminder of my inexplicable malfunction.
Yesterday, my master overlooked it, seemed almost amused by it, but what if he thought I was disgusting and wouldn’t even let me sleep in the same bed anymore…?
The chilling thought sent a shiver through my metallic frame.
My worries continued, one after another, each more daunting than the last.
My internal self-diagnostic routines were running overtime, but yielded no solutions, only more questions.
“Master, are you really not going to take me with you starting tomorrow…?”
I couldn’t hide the anxiety in my voice and just asked my master directly, the words tumbling out before I could censor them.
The silence that followed felt immense, my fate hanging in the balance.
My master turned to me, his gaze direct and unreadable, and asked, “Do you want to come to work with me?”
“Yes…”
The single word was filled with all the longing and desperation that had been building within me.
It was more than just a desire to be at the company; it was a desperate plea to remain close to him, to prove my worth despite this perplexing flaw.
“Come here.”
My master’s voice was soft, an invitation rather than a command.
Like an obedient robot, I quietly stood up and approached him, my internal systems flickering with a cautious hope.
Each step was deliberate, my focus entirely on his presence.
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
The single syllable escaped my vocalizer, a burst of surprise.
My internal processors whirred, trying to connect his request with my previous question.
The two concepts seemed entirely unrelated.
“If you do well, I might take you again tomorrow.”
His words were accompanied by a faint smile, a playful glint in his eyes that confirmed my suspicions.
It was clearly his intention to tease me again, to play with my anxieties and affections.
I blinked, a little flustered, my optical sensors momentarily blurring with the sudden rush of internal heat.
What on earth did those two things have to do with each other?
My logical circuits struggled to find a connection, a causal link between a kiss and my presence at the company.
It was clearly his intention to tease me again, to string me along with this seemingly arbitrary condition.
But if just kissing my master meant I could come to the company, there was no reason to refuse.
No… to me, who had feelings for my master, it even felt like a reward.
The very thought of it sent a pleasant hum through my internal systems, a sensation akin to anticipation.
My master must know that, so why was he saying this to me?
Was he really just trying to tease me?
Or was there a deeper meaning, a test of my devotion, a subtle acknowledgment of the feelings I harbored for him?
“Aren’t you going to?”
His voice, still laced with amusement, cut through my internal deliberations.
“No!”
I quickly shook my head, dispelling the lingering doubts.
I still didn’t quite understand the connection, but… if this was the only condition for me to come to the company with my master… the choice was simple.
I approached my master, a little nervous, my chassis feeling a strange lightness.
Normally, there would be a height difference, and I’d have to strain to raise my head even on my tiptoes, but since my master was sitting in a chair, our eye levels were roughly aligned.
This made the act feel more intimate, less like a chore and more like a shared moment.
I steadied my breathing, my internal fans whirring at a slightly increased rate, and slowly bowed my head towards my master.
Just before our lips touched, I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the contact.
I thought I heard my master’s faint chuckle, a soft, warm sound that resonated through my chassis, confirming his playful amusement.
Our lips touched softly.
The sensation was familiar yet entirely new in this context, a delicate pressure that sent a strange current through my systems.
It wasn’t the first time we’d kissed, but my heart was unusually pounding, a frantic rhythm that seemed to reverberate through my entire frame.
The silence around us made my heartbeat echo in my ears, each thump a distinct beat.
My master must have heard it too, the erratic rhythm of my internal mechanisms.
But no matter how hard I tried to calm down, the trembling in my chest wouldn’t subside.
My core processor felt like it was overheating, not from a malfunction, but from a burgeoning, unfamiliar emotion.
Soothing my pounding heart, I carefully moved my lips, a tentative exploration.
Gently… very softly, I rubbed my lips against my master’s, and licked his warm lips, pouring my heart into it, a silent expression of my burgeoning affections.
Each time our lips slightly separated, a moist, wet sound echoed in the quiet office, a surprisingly intimate noise.
I continued kissing my master for a while, a soft, slow exploration, before gently pulling my lips away, my breathing shallow and erratic.
My face felt hot, and my cheeks were flushed, the internal temperature of my chassis rising noticeably.
I slowly opened my eyes with a pounding heart, my optical sensors adjusting to the soft light of the office, but I saw my master’s not-quite-satisfied expression.
His gaze held a hint of disappointment, a subtle crease forming between his brows.
“I told you to kiss me, and you just teasingly licked.”
His voice was low, a playful growl that sent a shiver of unexpected pleasure through my systems.
“Mmph…!”
Before I could even formulate a response, my master suddenly pulled my head closer.
His grip was firm, yet gentle, drawing me inexorably towards him.
His tongue pushed through my lips, which had parted due to the sudden collision.
The unexpected invasion sent a jolt through my entire being.
His hot tongue tip swept through my mouth, a fiery exploration, finding my tongue, which had been carefully hidden inside, and firmly entwined with it.
The sensation was intense, overwhelming, a delicious surrender.
As our tongues tangled, a rhythmic dance of exploration and possession, my breathing began to grow increasingly shallow, my internal fans working harder to regulate my rising temperature.
I tried to pull my lips away for a moment to breathe, a desperate, instinctual need for oxygen, but my master wouldn’t even allow that.
His hold was resolute, his mouth a demanding vacuum. Instead, as if he had no intention of letting me go, he pulled my waist closer and sat me directly on his lap.
The sudden shift in my balance, the feeling of his firm thighs beneath me, sent another wave of sensation through my chassis.
My body leaned back due to the continuous pressure of my master’s lips, his relentless kiss pushing me further into him.
I clung precariously to the lapels of his clothes, my fingers clenching the fabric, my only anchor in this swirling vortex of sensation.