Restoring Mankind

Getting Up to date and Time to Fight

Why were they all naked in there?

"Emotions are prohibited," 12H reminded herself. It was a mantra she repeated to herself now when she found her mind and desires straying. It was the anchor that kept her stable, that kept her still in the rocking seas. She had no idea why she was feeling this way. Surely, it wasn't anything wrong with her systems? She was careful with her maintenance and often kept herself in tip-top shape. It wasn't a logic virus either. She would know.

Why was she feeling this way?

"Emotions are prohibited. Emotions are prohibited," 12H whispered to herself, her breaths becoming even more steamy. She forced herself to calm down. She...needed to go and examine the data she had gathered. Taking a breath, she turned on her heels again and exited. There was quite a number of androids in the facility but it was a massive place and there was only so much ground each android could cover. Moved by desire, 12H went and found a unused room.

WARNING: LIME AHEAD

Why am I doing this?

12H closed the door behind her. Her artificial systems pounded and worked overdrive as her own gloved finger found itself snaking between her legs. A jolt of pure electricity went up her spine as her gloved hand brushed against the sensitive nub that was covered by her leotard. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her cheeks blushing a furious red as her fingers moved.

Her other hand covered her mouth to stop the whimpering from leaving her cherry red lips. She fell back, the door supporting her weight as she continued in her motions. Her mind thought of nothing else but the human from earlier. How his muscles seemed to glint and whispered sweet promises. How it spoke of experience. She wondered how he would feel, how alive and warm his body would be like. How the human would smile at her, praise her, and call her everything she had dreamt of being called since her activation.

"You are so good, so talented," Sergeant Damian praised her, rubbing her blonde head with his own hand. A alive, pulsing, and warm human hand. 12H blushed furiously as the human pulled her up to sit on his lap. She shivered as she felt his lips crash against her skin, how he sucked and licked her neck as his fingers slid between her-

With every movement of 12H's fingers, the jolts of electricity became waves of pleasure that washed over her like a crashing waves upon sand. The friction of sensitive flesh against soaked cloth and leather glove, a dance between torment and bliss.

Her mind played with imagination; the human patting her blonde head, the human holding her by the hand and leading her through those shopping malls of old, telling her she could get anything she would want. The human calling her nothing else but his good little girl....

"Yessss....Yessssss. I'm your...good....little.....android....!" 12H's eyes went back to her mind as the building sensation in her core exploded. Her synthetic mind went to high's not even a E-Drug could offer. The dam of resistance in her broke as she bit into her own hand to stop her scream from coming out of her mouth. Breathing heavily, 12H reared back and examined the hand that had brought her to...this.

"Emotions....are....prohibited," 12H whispered to herself, seeing the black leather slick with fluid.

END OF LIME
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Back in the Overseer's room, plans were being made and drawn. But not just that.

"Sir? Are you alright?" White asked again, noticing the far off look on Smith's face. Androids, from the average grunt to the highest ranked officer in the Army of Humanity all shared on singular purpose and that was to serve humanity. This oft meant that they were extremely sensitive to the mood and emotions of a human, should they actually encounter one. A quirk to ensure they could serve according the the human's needs.