/md/ - Murder Drones

>>363874
>be me, Anon.
>See a small worker drone sitting in the corner.
>Munching on a "cookie" she clearly baked herself.
>it's literally a chunk of scrap metal studded with bolts, screws and random circuit bits.
>She holds it out with both hands.
>"Want some? I made it myself..."
>"Nah, hard pass, I'm not eating metal."
>her visor dims and tears drop from her optics.
>The cute thing starts looking like a kicked puppy.
>My weakness was cute sad things.
>God damnit.
>"...Fine, one bite"
>She lights up instantly, beaming with joy like she just won the lottery.
>Take the "cookie," crunch down hard.
>CRACK
>Immediate regret
>Sharp pain shooting through my jaw.
>Now I gotta find a working dentist in this post-apocalypse hellscape.
>But she's bouncing in place, clapping her hands and visor glowing bright with happiness .
>Worth it ?
>Now have to explain to the others why I'm eating metal cookies .

:3

>>363882
So I should spray this one?

>>363884
Yes

>>363877
>>363876
>shattering
>it's too much: N's fat ass alone would scrap her, her leg being crumpled and twisted beneath the impossible weight even where the noodle fails to sever from her belabored tincan behind
>V's side fares no better: actuators crumbling, compressing as a Disassembler Derriere bears down on them with the full weight of a city's worth of collected matter, her already miniscule stature shrinking by the minute
>and Uzi can feel every second of both
>yet does this pain stop her?
>does it dissuade her appetites? dismiss her desires? compel her to competence and sane conduct?
>she's Uzi fucking Doorman
>and by robo-god, she's GETTING a proof-of-friendship, come hell or high water
>the Solver'll fix her anyway
>probably
>hopefully...

>>363879
>N is checking for diameter
>She's cute, but this is nowhere near wide enough...

>>363878
>she knows
>humans in pain are HER weakness
>even better if they stay that way...

I don't often do whole reposts but I figured this one is acceptable since I dropped it super late on a Sunday at the tail end of the previous thread.
Covert Merger, Part 3

>The next few days passed with increasing awkwardness
>Neither drone nor heiress brought up that moment of heightened, vaguely romantic intimacy
>Tessa didn't ask J if she had seen the smut she'd been reading, J never volunteered that she had taken it even though Tessa had originally hid it away
>All the same, tension hovered silently between them
>Sometimes J would be handing Tessa a book or a dish or taking something back and their hands would touch
>It seemed increasingly that both human and drone went out of their way to deliberately do so, fingers lingering and brushing in ways that had nothing to do with the passing along of the objects
>J's fantasy program wouldn't let her be, it kept cropping up too high in her priority list, soaking up cycles that might be better spent on necessary tasks
>Meanwhile, Tessa increasingly sent for J whenever she needed something done in her rooms, whether it was bringing food or helping her mistress get ready to go out, or lending a hand with the endless tinkering Tessa did to make or mend the wigs and uniforms of her refurbished drones
>Without exactly asking, J had borrowed a pad and mechanical pencil from the stash of supplies Tessa had for her sewing work, and at the end of each day she would let her fantasy program run for a few minutes, before putting her developing drawing skills to work recording the fantasy down on paper
>At first J would carefully destroy the increasingly erotic sketches, afraid of the consequences should any drone or human staff member discover one, but as her fantasies intensified she began leaving them in the pad, hiding it and the pencil in the bodice of her maid dress, thanking the JCJenson designers for making her chassis nearly flat so that the pad was basically invisible

>Of course, such covert acts could never be sustained forever
>One day J was alone in Tessa's room, organizing some of the fresh clutter, and had just been drawing out her secret notebook to begin a sketch when Louisa had barged into the room, demanding to know where her daughter was, and ordering J to prepare suitable dress for an outing
>With no way to get rid of the notebook without drawing attention to it, J quickly set it in among the other supplies on the table, in the middle of a stack of other sketchpads and notebooks
>Then the lady of the house hit her with the second demand, the drone staff were all to make themselves useful clearing and preparing a different wing of the house for a private party
>It took all of J's programmed will to keep from despairing as she had to abandon her notebook and satisfy Louisa on a choice of outfit for her daughter before immediately being shooed from the room to begin work on the preparatory chores
>Her core felt as though it sank through her and into the floor as the task dragged on, the selected wing of the mansion had been neglected for weeks in the normal cleaning rotation and guests were already arriving as the finishing decorations were being put up
>She tried to slip away then but was snagged on her way out and had a drinks tray shoved at her, forced to spend yet more time serving beverages and taking requests before eventually managing to foist the task off on another worker drone, knowing that none of the human guests would care which robot servant was which
>Praying to her creators she rushed into Tessa's room, only to skid to a halt in the bedroom proper when she spied her mistress sitting at the cutting/sewing table, J's precious, illicit, forbidden sketchbook open to the most recent drawing, having obviously just finished reading through all of it

>"Come on in J, close the door too"
>J managed to produce an audible nervous gulp as she did as she was told
>The maid drone had to stifle a gasp of shock when halfway through her turn back into the room she felt Tessa stepping up against her, twining her arms around J's shoulders in a tight hug
>The warmth of Tessa's body heat surrounded J, fabric rustled softly between their bodies, her olfactory sensors were saturated with Tessa's perfume, something sweet like flowering fruit
>J felt her core coolers racing in her chassis, she saw a low level overheat warning in the corner of her HUD but ignored it, focused on the fact that Tessa's face was only a few inches away and above her own
>Her processes were swamped with mingled excitement at how close they were and terror that Tessa's emerald eyes might flash over suddenly with anger or disgust
>"J, I've got something I need you to help me with...but you gotta promise to never let on"
>"Boss?"
>"Think of it like, ah, like a secret business agreement! Like a sort of merger...between the two of us."
>For a moment J couldn't process, and spoke without thinking
>"Terms?"
>Tessa Elliot turned her maid, lay both hands under J's cheeks, tipping her head up and leaning in, static electricity fizzled between J's stunned display and the tip of Tessa's nose as she lay a tentative, awkward kiss on the drone's upturned little snoot

I'd say thats enough teasing, wall of censor text coming up next.

Tosa gets "corrected"
>1/2

>>363897
>2/2

>>363910
It's time for sloppy sex with Anon silly!

>>363912

>>363910
Some drones are a little more silly than others, that's okay.

Unsanctioned, unlicensed and not employed by JCJ(IS).

>>363916
But enough about J

>>363917
Both apply.
It's funnier to watch J suffer though.

Clanging failgirl drones!

It’s Beer Day in Britain, so…

>S tried the local DD pub in town and found E slumped over the counter, empty bottles in a stack next to her with another one in her hand.
>”R figured you’d come here, it’s like a second home to you.”
>”W-wuh? Huh? Oh salutations, S….”
>E takes another swig. Beer doesn’t have the same effects on drones as it did for people, or maybe E was just numb to it all the same.
>”Don’t you think you had one too much. Drunk isn’t a good look…”
>E blubbers as she points a finger at S.
> “I din’t. get it, S. I’ll ve foing my best when my specual pnr be lookinh at other. dronr girls. I just…need someyhinng t o numb it all fot a Biy…”
>“I…think you had one too many, E…”
>” Fine, cut me off! I’m bot going honw yet…”
>”You are. Come on, let’s go-“
>E pulls her arm away from S violently as she hummed annoyed
> Don’t touch me! Don’y ypu wver touch me…”

>>363918
Can someone post that picture of J screaming?

>>363928
Here.
>>363927
Beer Day? I hadn't noticed. That shit is rank in general.
I prefer cider.

>>363929
Thanks.

One of the prom side characters.

Things are coming.
Big things.
Soon™
This will go into the other Liam stuff thread, but I'm posting it here for posterity's sake as well.

>>363951
Me after assimilating Dust

>>363955
Who said that?
>>363957
Achoo, dust allergies
>>363958
It was on artstation by a glitch worker

>>363960
I see how it is...

>>363969
>Please be patient I'm autistic and cant read social cues.
>>363970
Dont be sad dude. I'll tell you what there's a sad V in bed that need your cuddle.

>timeline where Amda is one of those zombie drones that came back with "potentially hazardous mutations"
>in her case, a horn that she can pick up thousand year old Soviet signals with
>her iconic unicorn horn allows her to escape Cabin Fever at the same time as Nori and Yeva
How does history change from here?

>>363970
*Slap.* Be a man! Do you really think you have the right to cry?! Your ancestors didn't go through thousands of years of evolutionary development and millennia of endless wars and suffering just so their descendants could whine! So wipe your snot, find V, fuck her in the ass, and make your father proud!

>The prom dead trio
Finally done.

>>363992
>>363994
It's been so long, i forgot most of the show.
>>363996
>>363997
>>363998
You're not getting Berry smut

Three for three, the last of the significant E variants with Lady Eveline. Not as talkative compared to the others, only focused on purging anything Solver.

>>364001
Greeedy...But I'm not really good at that, so I'm probably not the best person to ask.You'd probably be better off asking someone with more experience.

>>364000
I can take care of it!

>>363942
>>363944
>>363945
Ji- jiggers?... Jiggers??........ Jiggers!???.....JIIIIGGEEEEEERS!!!!!!
JIIIIIIIIGGGGEEEEEEEEEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>not to be outdone by the other remaining outposts' museums of frozen humans after the loss of their own frozen humans, Outpost 3, after Uzi told her dad about what else was down in the Cabin Fever cathedral, retrieved the agonized living human flesh who are still fully conscious and aware of their suffering
>Outpost 3 can do one better than a museum of frozen humans: an exhibit of living*, unfrozen humans!

Drones are the lifeblood.