CHAPTER 4 - Auto Repair
After recent events, Lord Pritch finally began soul in peace, abandoning the idea of \u200b\u200busing parts to remake Billie the axle of the coach's family. The fear he felt the idea of \u200b\u200blosing it, finally made him understand how he did not want to get rid of all that useless android.
Useless, useless, and yet ... useless.
After his recovery, Billie had begun to carry out their duties Butler with the same calm as before, only now it is kept well away from the housekeeper. The count wanted to scold him for his indolence, but for some reason, whenever his eyes rested on him, he remembered what celassero those formal clothes and literally melts the brain.
And the thing that sent him into a rage was that the damned would notice it, always.
Thus began a guerrilla war at home was personal between him and that thing, led to shots of rubbing, mischievous glances and jokes alluding to the latter, which regularly sends blood to the brain and even lower ... . The count is often found himself wondering damned files which Moore had used to program, because, in all likelihood, Billie was contained in the soul of a dancer café-chantant or, more accurately, a prostitute from the brothel.
As just one example ... one day Michael, the more exasperated than usual, had harshly criticized for yet another mistake made during the course of their duties. Well, in response, that little devil had started to complain of pain in their mock circuit, near the point where, earlier, had received the famous pan. At the sight of her huge green eyes, bright with artificial tears, his naive and stupid owner had felt her heart, was dissolved in broth jujube and had forgiven him immediately, even handing him an apology for being too abrupt.
One thing, however, Pritch had never worried, and that is where Billie spent the night, when everyone was asleep except for him, because he was not able to do so. When that question knocked on his mind, Michael suggested that the android should spend the night to plot evil plans against the governor and at that point, only and only to avoid seeing serving the tentacles of Miss Tender breaded, decided to investigate. After all, that was bad? At the bottom was simply minding their own interests by controlling a object of his own - an exciting object, lewd and malicious ... Stop, Michel , is rebuked, thoughts just inconvenient! - not the same mischief, like the time he had caught out by the housekeeper's room, armed with a large kitchen scissors.
autoconvincimento Building on this, the following evening the count got out of bed, put on the slippers that Lady Carol, his great-aunt delicious than ninety-six years that he lived in Kent, had given him, and began to turn the traffic light, trying not to give fire the whole tapestry. He was not used to anything without the intervention of the easement, however, in one way or another, succeeded with his plan and after a moment he advanced in the long corridor, stumbling from time to time because of the nightgown that is caught between his legs.
walked home in the far and wide without finding a trace of the robot, now discouraged, was returning to his room when suddenly, behind a curtain damask was a little 'lifted, he saw a wooden door crude be understood that one of the famous closet. Came from below the blades of light and went out with a Pritch blow my own light, plunging into darkness. He reached his hand trying to grope the handle and, once found it, lowered it gently, without making any noise, then being able to put my head in the crack and see that Billie turned back. The upper part of his body had no clothes and stood with his back a bit 'curved and bowed his head, but Michael could not understand why, at least until the android did not turn around, causing a strangled gasp.
Billie's chest was a sort of open cavity filled with wires, gadgets and buttons and slightly reddish bodies, connected by electric circuits which gleams. The automaton was repairing what had every appearance of being a stomach. Pritch found himself fascinated to see him and hear him fiddling muttering something about Miss dinghy, which had unleashed a sprawling, rather powerful, straight into the belly.
will be the case that I decide to lay off this woman ... He thought the gentleman, while Billie gave a final aggiustatina lung and shut the door, which merged seamlessly with his synthetic skin, without leaving any trace. The robot made a little grimace, and sat on the only chair in the small room, which also lacked a bed for Billie he did not need. Despite the bizarre show in which he had just witnessed, however, what most surprised of all was seeing the android Pritch grab a book, clearly coming from the library building, and start leafing through it as would any person. Definitely want to read at a rate more than three times a human being, and this allowed him to devour at least a hundred pages in minutes of clock.
However, after about fifteen minutes, the count began to feel frozen, it was still cold in that hallway wearing only a light shirt and puffing, he tried to move to warm up a bit '. Unfortunately for him, the auditory apparatus the robot was extremely sophisticated, and then it was simple to record the sounds on the fly, even if minimal, produced by the unexpected voyeur. In no time Billie put down the book, rushed to the door, opened Michael and tumbled into the room, saw that he was supporting the right wing of the same.
- my Lord! - Billie's voice was surprised and, God forgive him ... thought the Count, pleasantly warm - What are you doing here, Lord Pritch? You want some service? -
The blond is very much surprised not to receive any double meaning in the phrase - which, from a certain point of view, left him thrilled - and help those left arms, fragile in appearance, but actually made of titanium.
- I'm fine, I'm fine. I do not need anything, I ... Well, I checked you had not shown that only the consequences, after yet another attack on Miss Tender - replied, blushing slightly.
He looked down: Billie arrived yes and no to the chin and, with green eyes and hair pomade without blacks, it looks like a delicate child to be protected. In truth, however, was a robot and he should not forget it, even if this consideration did not seem at all off the desire to start to blink incessantly in the loins.
- He wants her back in her apartment, sir? - Shoot the robot, without letting go of his hands, which were unexpectedly and pleasantly warm - I take the light and ... -
Michael did not think too much: it was too, too good to let it go! Without adding the verb, bowed their heads and their mouths met in something that had very little artificial and, instead, very human.
