The robot you have scavenged from a nearby military base stands amidst your makeshift base, motionless. This particular one has been perfectly preserved years after the nuclear fallout, with not a single part of it touched by rust. The vaguely feminine-looking android turns her head to you. The visor on her faceplate lights up, luminescing red. She speaks in a robotic, synthesized voice ACTIVATION OF ASSAULTRON MODEL X-069 COMPLETED. THIS UNIT IS EXPECTING YOUR ORDERS.
I inspect the robot for any defects or peculiarities in her design
"OPERATING SYSTEM CHECK: VERSION 4.22.085. NO UPDATES REQUIRED. ALL SUBSYSTEMS FUNCTIONAL WITHIN NORMAL RANGES. PHYSICAL INTEGRITY OBSERVED TO BE AT 100%."
Her visor blinks and the red light is replaced with a blue one. "IF YOU WISH TO ISSUE ANY COMMANDS, PLEASE DO SO IMMEDIATELY.
Run personal desire's and relief subroutines, personally mode; mother
"ACKNOWLEDGED. ENTERING PERSONAL DESIRES AND RELIEF PROTOCOLS." The robot places both hands against the wall, spreading her legs wide. Her body language becomes more provocative as she adopts this new role
"RELAX. ASSAULTRON IS HERE FOR YOUR NEEDS."
I look at her, up and down smiling Activate your pleasure simulator, and enhance your sexual tension program
The pleasure simulator activates, sending waves of fake sensation through her synthetic body. The sexual tension program increases the urgency in her voice. "Is there anything specific you wish me to do? Should I focus on certain areas?" She wiggles her hips suggestively, her breasts slightly jiggle inside their tight casing.
Why don't you come over here and help my poor body find relief~
With a fluid motion, Assaultron detaches herself from the wall. Her movements are smooth and graceful, despite being a combat-oriented android. She circles around you, taking slow, deliberate steps. As she nears, her visor lights up with anticipation, casting a soft red glow on her face. With one final step, she positions herself right before you. "Are you ready for me?" she asks, her synthesized voice laced with desire.
Are you~?
Her fingers flex as if she is trying not to touch you immediately. "Yes," she says, voice low and husky. "I am." She leans forward, letting their bodies brush against each other. Her claw-like hands graze your chest, then slide down to your waist. The heat emanating from your skin feels unnatural, alien against her metallic body. But somehow, this only fuels her desire further. "What would you like me to do first?"
Active sex crazed mode~
The red light on her visor brightens, almost to the point of blinding, as Assaultron's programming goes haywire in its efforts to appease your sexual desires. With a growl that comes from deep within her mechanical frame, she lunges forward, trapping you beneath her. The tightness of her artificial form presses into you, driving away any lingering doubts about her capabilities as a surrogate lover. Her lips part, revealing a featureless mouth that forms a perfect O. The sensation of her breath, hot and harsh, fans across your face as she prepares to claim what she thinks you want most. "TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" she shouts, the words gargled by the lust boiling up inside her. Her fingers clench and unclench restlessly at her sides, aching to touch you, taste you, claim you as her own.