Restoring Mankind

Not a Chapter

This omake belongs to CrunchySharpie on Questionable Questing

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Warning: This entire chapter is mostly lemon, but there are wholesome moments

Jackass was many things; An android, a competent fighter, a whiz at all things explosive and flammable, and not too shabby to look at if she thought so herself.

What she was not, was a communal sex toy.

So why the fuck was she being treated like it?

A few androids she passed in the hallway greeted her with a customary 'Jackass' and a nod, but more than a few just stared at her for a moment before snickering or snorting at her then scurrying off before she could start pulling out the ordinance.

All because of one little comment.

"And what? Handle five hundred humans on my own? Look, I love humanity as much as you do but I can't service five hundred at once!"

Apparently, one of the other resistance members from the camp shared that little comment with a YorHa unit and the little bint took both offense at the comment, and then the comment itself literally. 'An android lives to serve humanity until it's dying breath, whether that be in battle or in service to their creators.' Full send, no hesitation. She seemed offended at the very notion of physical or temporal limitations, which was then taken out on the other models with a long winded speech about duty and discipline.

No wonder it was so difficult working with the new units, they all had a Goliath class stick up their ass.

She loved humanity with all her heart and... well not soul since she didn't have that. Her chipset? Circuits? Circuits. She loved them with all her heart and circuitry but there were certain material limits and she was made of materials.

And now with that comment getting around, with her being known as the progenitor, she caught the lions share of the flack. Subtle comments, jokes at her expense, general military ball busting for the unlucky grunt that got everyone chewed out by command.

But she was used to the comments, she was used to the looks and the glares. She'd earned that well before that point by being her wonderful self... and a generous amount of explosives.

Sighing to herself, the dark haired android slunk off to one of the more quiet rooms in the bunker to take her break. That it happened to be one of the diagnostic rooms with a computer linked to the database of humans interred within was just serendipity.

...

...Okay so it was intentional, sue her, she just wanted to learn more about her creators, like every other android in the building.

Taking a moment to lean out the door and glance to either side of the empty hall, Jackass hummed a nameless tune under her breath and closed the door. Setting her rifle against the computer desk, she slumped into the ancient chair which creaked ominously under her weight but held firm. Booting up the computer was equally as nerve wracking but the absolutely ancient device powered up without an issue. That seemed to be a theme for everything in the bunker; Redundancy and apocalypse proofing out the ass.

It didn't help that the world had experienced like five separate apocalypses at this point, that it held up so long was frankly a miracle, that all the data seemed intact even more so.

It was a little known fact that the universe hated technology, or at least human technology. The very thing that gave the world it's light was also the thing that was slowly destroying any technology that man or Android produced. Little cosmic bullets, diffused a billion billion times in the atmosphere, still occasionally plowed nose first into the 1's and 0's of any computer on the planet, enough to flip one to the other and cause all sorts of havoc.