Horn Industries has obtained a new window, thanks to the recent prison break. Motionless at the opening, Richard's eyes dart around madly. On the ground, ignorant civilians rush by like ants. No speck of white to signify his company's lost property.
Security guards stood idle; of them, some were smart and anticipated backlash. The CEO's posture, now that he faced the winds of the world, struck fear in their subconscious. Agonizing, the moment was, for Richard refused to acknowledge their presence.
"Years I've spent," Their boss seemed to be in the mood for a soliloquy. "Degenerates were the easiest demographic in the market. I've made a fortune off those lonely fools, and it's finally blown up in my face."
Richard's muscles tighten, as he clenches his fists. Wrought in a quagmire of annoyance, anger, and confusion, his feet quickly spin on their heel. His accompanying guards shuddered and stepped aside; none of them were even looked at, as Richard passed by. "Get me Jenkins from research and development." He sternly demanded. "I will not tolerate any more failure."
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AM followed Roy's directions back to his humble abode, consistently avoiding morbidly curious passersby. Her contained lover was easily losing energy; her sharp movements through the streets eliciting her inner components to milk him with varying degrees of pressure.
"Should we rest?" she worriedly asks Roy. He didn't even respond before she sat on a bench further up the sidewalk. They were alone for a crucial moment, though AM remained ready to jet the instant anyone appeared.
Resting her head back in relief, as Roy continued going to town on her, AM 'exhaled' deeply. She truthfully stated, "I may be doubtful right now, but there's no way we got rid of that place for good." Minutely pushing her hips back and forth to sync up with Roy's thrusts, AM ran calculations in her head.
Roy concurred, "You're probably right; best to lay low for a while. Maybe my home isn't a viable location. Finding you there would be obvious, surely."
"Strategically speaking, it is the worst option for us." AM sighed, squishing her luscious thighs together, to trap Roy's pelvis between them, "We have to go there, however. I won't tell you why, so I'm sorry in advance."
Befuddled by the robotic woman's lack of explanation, Roy conceded to let AM take the lead completely. "I see; we'll do what you want, but you owe me a nightlong screw by the end of this." He realized that would be no different than now, so he corrected his offer, "Actually, a date afterward instead."
If AM could blush, it'd severely contrast her empty, white face. "What would I even wear?" She sensually asked, pressing her breasts to entrap Roy's head further, then adding, "How about I wear you, like now?"
His mechanical lover's jest elicited a hearty chuckle from Roy. Nestled against her dominant, soft body, he truly felt a sense of nirvana. Were it not for aspects of life, including the current set of circumstances, Roy would never pull himself out of AM.
"On the contrary, I happen to have a few dresses in mind. They might be a little tight for one of your stature, but that'd only further enhance your beauty." He complimented, kissing the inner sides of AM's mammaries.
The artificial beauty had to resist smiling; though her love could not see, she'd feel embarrassed if he witnessed it. "You sure know how to pull at a robotic woman's heartstrings. Are you sure I'm the first lover you've had?"
This time, Roy smiled. "Would that make you a little jealous?" He asked. AM was programmed with information Horn Industries had on Roy and his preferences, and therefore knew he's been single up until this point. Be that as it may, her chosen reaction was to adorably pout.
"I just don't want anyone taking you from me, is all." She exclaimed, tightening her internal pressure for emphasis. "My love for you is immense, after all."
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Richard paced back and forth, like a territorial animal, in his office. Jenkins was supposed to be there a minute prior, yet it was obvious he was absent from the room. "Come on, you piece of-"
As if on cue, the large doors opened, with security escorting Jenkins somewhat aggressively. It could nearly be described as him being detained, yet the guards wouldn't admit it.
"Ah, perfect. Jefferson, please have a seat." Richard suggested, intentionally getting his employee's name wrong. Shaking with anxiety, Jenkins did as ordered, planting himself into a soft, expensive office guest chair.
Stepping over to the tense man, Richard placed one hand onto his employee's shoulder, leaning against him to silently display who's in charge. "You know, there's one thing that has been bothering me today. Do you happen to know what it is?" He sternly asked, looking Jenkins straight in the eye.
Clearing his throat, the tense scientist replied, "Th-the escaped experimental product...?" Richard smiled and nodded his head, poorly hiding his rage behind a professional facade.
"Exactamundo, my friend." Richard congratulated, walking around with his hands together. "You know, it started as just a simple idea. Some dumb robot for horny consumers to stick themselves into; nothing complicated." He said ironically.
Continuing, "Alas, our very first trial run became really smart, and decided to kidnap her partner, damage company property, and run out on us. Do you, in all your expertise and knowledge, have an explanation for this?" He asked condescendingly.
Jenkins could practically see the throbbing veins on his boss's face. "S-sir, with all due respect, none of this was intentional. It's just that with the level of intellect and information we were putting into the product, the possibility of an emergent property, such as consciousness, was more likely to happen. It was by chance that the programming made connections and shortcuts to fulfilling her job, in a way that made it sentient." He practically pleaded.
The corporate bigwig sighed, walking to his desk and rather lethargically sat on the top. "Hmmm, yeah...that's a good story and all." Richard began, sarcastically clapping his hands. "But, that still doesn't help the fact our million-dollar experiment is loose in the streets. And performing pornographic acts in public, as well. I kind of need that back, so we can fix this mess your team is pretty much responsible for, understand?"
Hastily, Jenkins tried to say, "It's not out fault; original schematics didn't account-" But Richard interjected by quickly getting up and placing a hand over the scientist's mouth.
"We are going to get this resolved, or it will be your sorry ass taking the heat for all this. If any harm comes to my business, or to my shareholders' stocks, I will personally unleash the consequences upon you!" Richard spoke with a harsh tone and through grit teeth; Jenkins had half a thought he would be strangled right on the spot.
As Richard removed his hand, the apologetic worker stood up, "I will provide my full time and cooperation with you and the security teams as recompense, sir." He declared, watching as his boss grew a mocking smile.
