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.
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" ...
Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 1 CHAPTER 2 - Heavy Day
Embarrassing. That was the only word that could define the Pritch thing: come home, Billie had taken him with that sly smile that seemed to be perpetually on his face. He did come in, helped him take off his jacket, take care to touch it as much as possible, and already at that point the count regretted the Tool box. Following the android had even escorted into the living room, had him sit back, his feet resting on a hassock, and the Times had put in his hands, promising that soon the tone suggestive would bring hot tea to relieve the tiring day. Michael would have liked to roll up the newspaper and hit him on the head of iron. Day heavy?! fuckin well?! Hell, he was a noble effort and the maximum he could do was go to the club and get bored with Coole. Billie had trimmed a suggestive smile and disappeared in the kitchen, returning more later provided with a tray of cup, steaming teapot and sugar. He had poured the tea, we had blown over looking at him sideways, and had they rested in her lap. - Be careful, my Lord. Scott. - Had even warned. Well, advances aside, the poor landlord had also embarrass, as Billie, since completion of their tasks, he sat on the mat and had his head resting on his knees, like an obedient puppy . Count wondered why it was so stupid as not to drive it away instantly. Unfortunately he had to agree to be, obviously, much more stupid than the average, seeing that he continued to sip his tea, reading the newspaper and caressing, from time to time, blacks Hair automaton. And he swore he heard moaning that mass of scrap metal content, in response to their attention. Defeated, he admitted to himself that if he had never seen Edward in a similar predicament, would have laughed in a coarse until the end of his days. - The boss needs something? - Murmured the robot, when he saw that the other had finished drinking. - Yes, you should stop behaving like a pet dog and you decide to make the butler. - I retorted with the respondent inflection a bit 'too acidic. Later he could swear he saw the android occur in a grimace angrily. - Porto now on the tray. - Replied the servant stood up and mend his trousers - If I want my Lord, I will be in the closet. - Pritch question stared at him, already feeling guilty about esserglisi face so hard. Oh my goodness! And then what had to reproach? In the end it was just a robot! - In the closet? And why, if one may know? - He asked, putting down the newspaper on a table next to the chair. Billie bowed slightly, at peak efficiency - Miss Tender, the nurse tried to dismantle it again, sir. If you do not want to lose the money used to purchase, I provide for my repair. - Here, a few words and that thing had already managed to make him feel guilty - I will tell Miss Tender care not to get broken. - - him I would be grateful, sir. - Billie said, bowing once again and disappearing in silence, ready to run the rest of their duties. es'infossò Michael sighed wearily in his chair, stretching his arm just to use a cigar ready. The lit and took a breath and enjoy themselves in the rolling smoke on the palate. Unfortunately he had forgotten how androids and mutants did not go very well together. In fact the same Coole, since he had become half of scrap metal, he had to dismiss his housekeeper to avoid getting remove the screws during the night. And to say that he hoped that the charming sepia-woman had entered into his chambers for a romantic meeting! Michael chuckled quietly, imagining Edward chase through the corridors of his house a housekeeper equipped with eight tentacles instead of legs. His ruminations were interrupted by a loud noise coming from the downstairs, which made him squirt up the speed of light and run to the door. With the cigar still tight between his fingers, leaned on the balustrade of a marble staircase and opened his eyes wide with fright: Billie was lying on the ground, while Miss Tender was standing next to him, brandishing iron skillet met a sizeable . But the thing that scared most of all Michael, making him jump up the steps two at a time for haste, it was the patch of fluid, dangerously similar to the blood coming from under the head of Billie.
