CHAPTER 3 - Eat fish
Although accustomed to regard as the most unlikely things possible - at the bottom his best friend was partly robotic ... - Michael would never even remotely imagined that an android could bleed! However, Mr. Moore, he promptly asked the manufacturer, he explained that as of Tristan, his personal robot, had developed such advanced technology to reproduce in their creations, the cardiovascular system of the human body.
Mr. Moore also ordered to punish him severely for his insolence Miss Tender; luckily the damage suffered by Billie were not so serious as to require intervention in the laboratory, but at the very idea of risking doverselo take back, the engineer had gone insane! Rather than get back between the feet unbearable "Tin Man", he would gladly cut family jewels. And not figuratively.
Pritch sighed heavily, attracting the attention of Coole, sitting at his side. They were perched on two chairs near the bed where Moore had taken care that Billie "sleep", if one could call the "stand by" in which paid.
Straits in the bedroom, looked at the two noble and Edward, as often happened, had to forcibly restrain a laugh at the sight of his prodding that side Billie, to make sure it was still receptive.
- Do not worry, it's safe and sound, you can see for yourself. - Half robot smiled, idly stroking his neck with his fingertips, metal - I assure you that Moore has remodeled to perfection. -
Yes, because he had wanted to attend Pritch surgical intervention with which the manufacturer had restored the synthetic plates of the head of the automaton. Coole, by contrast, had found the most exciting mass of wires inside glimpses of Bill, because the attitude of being too mechanical for half. This characteristic, although not made avendogli capture the innate hatred towards mutants, however, had led him to develop an attraction for humanoids.
- If you do not want to keep it ... - The count began Coole, admiring the muscles with obvious lust almost perfect little robot, discovered by chest up - You can sell it. -
Michael raised his head suddenly and opened her blue eyes - you can forget about the breed of pervert! -
- Oh, oh ... someone is jealous, by any chance? - Then the other said, sliding the fingertips of the healthy hand on the arm of the automaton, lying in bed with my eyes closed and apparently sleeping.
- Stop. - Growled the blond, move the fingers in a gesture dry and blushing shamefully once noticed what he had done - forgive me. - Added contrite.
- It's nothing. - Coole grinned.
Michael rubbed his forehead with make angry. When he saw Billie lying on the ground had come nearly a stroke and paralyzed with fear, he saw Miss Tender raise their arms and prepare to launch the second pan, before deciding to jump and scream to the last steps, giving her a shove that made her tumbling to the ground. The mutant had got up with difficulty, using the eight plump disgusting tentacles, which stirred runaway spraying transparent slime trails everywhere.
In retrospect, the noble had a retching. All that sticky stuff on him ...
- Milord ...? - The voice hoarse and low Billie him straighten his back and also all the hair, since the robot had sat on the mattress, letting the sheet slide down and leave more room for imagination.
Poor Count felt ashamed even in places unmentionable.
- Oh ... Uh ... - he found himself stammering, looking at skimming the head and mutter something.
- My dear Bill! - Said Meanwhile the other man present with a broad smile on his face and blue irises that exact point place - I see you in form! -
The robot looked bewildered for a moment, but seemed to quickly recover files of memory about his person - Coole Lord, my compliments. - He greeted him, trying to make a bow and immediately realize some very important things:
1. He was sitting in a bed.
2. He was naked.
3. It was definitely naked in the presence of two noble.
4. It was definitely and very naked in front of his owner and not because, damn, you were rolling in the sheets with him.
5. He had a raging headache, something quite unusual for a mass of iron and wires like him.
6. He remembered perfectly of Miss Tender pan and it was decided to organize a slow and painful death. That night, someone would have eaten fish. The cuttlefish were one of her best recipes, the cook had to teach it, absolutely .
- Billie, you feel good? - Asked the two noble at the same time. The hands of both lengthened upon him el'androide felt a thrill all its exciting epidermal sensors, which passed quickly at its core functions, rebuilt from scratch after the "War of the pan."
- Yes, yes, thank you, everything is fine. - Whispered, letting the guests to sit more comfortably. For some part of their RAM emerged the notion that the owners should not behave so affectionately with a servant mechanisms, systems pillows and asked if he needed an extra dose of electricity or a nice glass of refined oil, oliarsi to the joints. However in the end had to conclude that all these unusual attentions were only on its outer shell, happy and glorious above, with nothing covering it.
Perhaps it was true the saying that "not all silver lining" ...
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