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CHAPTER SIX (EPILOGUE): SAVED
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Bruce had completed a full overhaul and repair of Selina's systems. All that remained was finishing the install of her upgraded sexual hardware.
He had spent the last day and a half playing whack-a-mole with a litany of minor electrical issues tied to her new hardware's extra power requirements. Her Main Coital Processor Bus had shorted itself out several times in a row now, and Bruce was determined to fix the issue and have Selina up and fully operational again.
He had her laid out on the workbench in front of him with both her coital and sternum access panels opened up. That was fairly standard for most repair sessions, but in a concerted effort to troubleshoot her stubborn electrical issues, Bruce had also decided to de-couple her torso from her waist. Selina was split in half just above her navel, a small assemblage of components visibly sticking out from her either end.
The guide rails, anchor points, and structural connectors that physically held her two halves together were all disengaged. But, her lithe torso was still fully connected to her slender waist with the standard allotment of wires and tubes. Bruce had intentionally added extra slack to those component lengths several design iterations prior, allowing for all her systems to remain connected and active during more thorough maintenance sessions like this.
Selina's feelings were mixed on whether or not she liked being worked on in this exposed manner. She viewed herself and her buxom chassis as an undeniably realistic and sexy representation of the human female figure, and having herself opened up like this destroyed that realism.
She didn't like that but...on the other hand, it felt absolutely exhilarating to have Bruce's hands buried deep inside her. Her sexual circuitry went absolutely mad each time his fingers played over her delicate electronics. It made her feel so fragile, so knowingly artificial. At her core she was just a plastic sexbot built to please, and nothing reminded her more of this than a pair of hands fiddling with her circuit boards.
With Selina split in half and her two front-facing panels opened, Bruce had a direct visual on every applicable subsystem he needed to see. Plus, he was well within arms reach to make any physical adjustments as they were needed.
He had only just brought Selina back online, and he watched the response of several problematic microcontrollers as she stepped through her start-up sequence and pivoted into normal operation.
Hundreds of little lights all blinked green in perfect synchronization, a good sign that electricity flow and system connections were functioning as designed. Several of her previous start-ups had brought on a blinking yellow light or two right from the get-go, so all green was encouraging.
With her components exposed, Bruce could easily hear almost every activation of her servo motors, no matter how small. Her soft, padded synth-skin doubled as excellent sound-proofing material, making her inner mechanisms nearly inaudible when closed and sealed shut.
However, when she was opened up, her systems were quite loud and buzzy. Bruce didn't mind. He had done so much work when carrying out her initial overhaul from sexbot to superhero that he quite liked hearing all the sounds; it was a nice reminder of what she really was.
He heard the telltale sound of her neck's servo motors firing and he looked up to meet Selina's gaze with his own.
"Ahh you're awake."
Selina looked down at her disassembled self for several seconds before quipping, "I think you just like having your hands inside me, don't you? That's the only explanation for why I'm still opened up like this and not put back together and fighting crime or fucking you-you-you-you-you...." Her eyelids fluttered wildly, "...Mmhhmmmm ohhh that feels good!"
Bruce looked at her with a wry smile, "Yeah? I'm just giving some of your sensitivity settings a tweak. I hope you don't mind."
Selina panted with approval, "Unnghhh. Tweak away!"
He felt her lubricant pumps kick on, their steady buzz sending slight reverberations through her torso's metallic inner frame. The clear plastic tubes running between her two halves heated up almost instantly; Bruce could feel their thermal energy radiating out.
