Robowhump 7

Switching prompts? I call it Narrative parkour!

TW// shocking, implied past abuse, torture

Tbh this is just some mild angst XD

Ian had showed Exia outside as soon as it could get up. It walked silently behind him until they reached outside.

Exia had blinked for a second. Trying to process its protocols and compare. But there was no logical reason for the young man to walk closer to the fence Exia had climbed the night before.

It walked at Ian´s pace, one step at a time, when in the tenth, Exia fell to the ground. Shaking and twisting for a long minute until Creek and Liam dragged it closer to the house.

“Come again, Exia” Ian ordered the android. Two arms pulled Exia up and pushed it towards Ian. The shock was even stronger it made it gasp and dirty the white clothes with mud.

Exia could sense itself shaking in and out of trying to enter hibernation but a message kept popping right after the other in its view.

>>Hibernation command can not execute. Uninstall EXIAS_OBEDIENCE_PROTOCOL_NEW or grant permission to temporarily deactivate<<

Finally, Ian grabbed Exia by the hair and walked away from the fence. The shaking stopped.

“I set it to be two times stronger for every meter you get close, So…” Ian lifted Exia up and patted away the dirt off its shoulders “Don´t” He said giving him an uncharacteristic smile before going back to the house.

Creek passed his hand over Exia´s shoulder and forced it to walk along. “So that´s how it is now! Back to the basics aren´t we Exia?” The man said shaking the android a bit.

“You´re right, Mister Creek” Exia answered, the visuals of its first weeks with both of them popping back into its view before it brushed them away. The shocks were worse now.

“Look carefully Liam. Exia´s showing signs of something. What is that? Archive the conclusion in the response gallery” Creek told the android as they entered the house. Exia hadn´t forgot that Liam was their final project.

Robowhump 6

Based on this prompt by @heartlesslywhumping

TW// implied noncon, dubcon body modif, torture, mention of past torture and abuse, implied forced prostitution.

Creek dropped Exia on the table as Ian turned the magnetic option on. Fixing the android to the table effectlvely. Ian dropped the white coat down the trash bin.

Exia wasn´t amused in the minimum by that.

“Let´s see then…” Creek sticked his tongue out as he pulled an arm long wide scanner from above. Then he swizzled his tongue “You blew the elbow wrench and it probably lost about…” he pulled the scanner over its leg and torax before turning to Ian again “30% of nitro liquid”

“We have enough on the warehouse” Ian said grabbing a screwdriver and walking the robot´s feet. “The leg´s stabilizars are done for” he said taking a half blown off steel spring out from the stump that its feet were now, before scratching the skin above the knee. “We will have to replace all the leg too”

“Whaaat? Why?” Creek whined getting to the boy´s side. Exia felt how Ian pushed it´s leg to a side to show a piece of the iron structure of its leg, stabbing the inside of its thigh. Exia was thankful the receptors were at a tolerable level, but flinched when Creek yanked it out. “It´s just a scratch”

“Sure thing. Of course there´s no consequences about a five inch steel shard perforating THAT specific part” Ian said signaling the nitro liquid flowing as a waterfall out of the wound. Creek rushed to grab a quick drying glue gun (that you can use as a plug for sewer´s leaks!) and emptied the sticky material into it. “Just help me unplug the leg” Ian sighed as Creek got red from embarrassment.

Exia couldn´t really move its head but on the reflection on the lamp above, it could see Liam´s sat on a chair. It could hear the computer´ fans blowing and heating slightly under the update Liam was undergoing. It turned its head to face Liam, fighting the magnetism of the table. But the force of both boys pulling out its leg made it turn back up.

Creek fell on the floor and quickly lifted up with Exia´s leg in one hand. Ian was too busy to laugh cutting off the flow of the nitro liquid veins right below Exia´s pelvis.

“One down!” he cheered as Ian appeared on Exia´s vision and cupped its head on his hands. “Go find a leg on the closet. I think we still have some from last time”

“I don´t know, I think we broke the last one a year ago” Creek said checking on the closet by Liam´s chair. Exia remembered they had fixed the knees wrong just to see how well some dirt cheap stabalizers were. It remembered perfectly how specific they had been that they would put them back to their place with the pain emulators on and the sensory receptors at 100%, if it fell. Ian palpated it´s throat before turning off its speakers again. “Found one!” Creek yelled.

The boy put down the leg right besides the other. Getting the measures right as Ian dropped the leg next to Exia’s head. The sound made it flinch. But Ian couldn’t care less.

They kept working for hours.

Exia having to hear them talk about former repairing sessions and the nostalgia it brought them. Creek had brushed Exia´s hair and smiled when Ian mentioned what a useless update was the silicone between its legs. “It gave us some money back on the days, remember? To build Liam” Creek said lifting his gaze from his tablet, checking the reflexes of Exia’s leg.

“Wasn´t your argument to install that to test your new program?” Ian scuffed. The question didn´t waver Creek.

“How am I supposed to know if the receptors worked if it doesn´t use it?” Creek replied “I don´t fuck androids, I´m not a freak” Ian replied. Exia could say otherwise, but its opinion was as relevant as an update for an obsolete game. “So I just let other do it. Add a dick to a pretty face like this bad boy and show them around on a party and bam!” he said slapping Exia´s chest “Easy money” Creek whiped off some nitro liquid from Exia´s abdomen “Shame it was probably erased when it got rebooted for sale” he bulked.

“You can make it download it again” Ian went examinating the iron wrench on its fingers as Creek´s face lit up and Exia´s crunched in a knot “Only if you admit your program was trash until I fixed it with some positions” Ian pulled the wrench down and adjusted the dent with a heat gun.

“You´re just a kinky bastard, Ian” Creek kept working on the affected nitro veins.

Robowhump 4

Sorry this is kinda late, but thanks for the prompts to @whumptopia ! They´re all very interesting and fun to explore!

TW// guns and gun wounds, implied abuse, implied noncon modifications, blood, escape attempt, recapture.

Exia was running so desperately, it didn´t avoid quick enough the trash pile and fell head first into the pavement. It pulled itself up and sprinted through the alley. Readjusting its own object avoidance protocols as it ran.

It had been an hour ago, when Ian and Creek were watching something on the other room when the lights went off. A blackout. Creek depotricated as Ian tried to search for a light.

Exia was still on its place, tied to the hook when the set of hands that had got it there, pressed on the speakers button.

Then, the headphones were off and the first thing it heard was “I´m sorry Exia” as Liam put away the gag. Exia pressed its lips together.

“Why are you helping me?” the machine asked before feeling the blindfold buckles being undone and finally recovering its sight. It could enter night seeing mode anytime. The neural cable had given it energy 24/7 during the week without interruptions.

But it simply didn´t wanna see Liam´s face.

Liam stayed quiet as it lifted Exia up holding it from its abdomen. Exia could free its hands from the hook and wasn´t glued to the floor anymore. So it kicked Liam´s chest and fell on the ground on its back with a dry thud. Exia grunted as it rolled “Liam…I don´t know what they did to you” it said lifting itself up by the elbows “But you´re not you right now” Exia said walking to the working table and urgently cutting the neural cable after freeing its wrists from the rope. It took a while because of how thick it was “you wouldn´t…” it put more strength into the scissors Ian had used to cut its uniform “You wouldn´t ever sell me to them” Exia´s voice broke for a second.

No response.

Exia tried to take off the plug but it had a second lock. The robot pulled tight, but it was useless. With a defeated sigh it turned around.

Against it´s initial desires it activated the night seeing mode. It´s eyes falling flat on Liam´s guilty face. Exia looked down and found Ian´s white coat laying on the chair.

Exia dressed itself with it and was adjusting the belt when it heard Creeks voice on the outside.

“We just wanted you to make sure it didn´t run away, Liam. What´s taking you so long?” Creek said, his steps growing closer and drilling on Exia´s circuits.

“Exia!” Liam called in a hushed yell, making it jump “Trust me one more time and open that tramp on the floor” Liam signaled a metal door next to Ian´s desk. “If you follow the yellow line it should get you outside” Liam explained as the steps grew closer. Exia stared at the door, waiting for the moment it would slam open. “Please! Go!” Liam cried.

“Why should I trust you?!” Exia screamed. Seeing Liam´s face scrunch in pain. It opened its mouth various times before it closed it´s eyes shut and pulled something out of it´s neural cable dock.

“E…-ia! d0n´t… Fo1l0w… Y3L10W!” Liam forced out, fans whirring as it talked. . Engines overheating from the system´s errors and dissobedience protocols trying to stabilize. Exia took a step closer to the tramp. Recognizing its friend below the corrupted program “RED! GO RED!” Liam howled right before Creek left out a deep sigh.

“Goddamnit, Liam!” Creek yelled as he slammed the door open.

It was too late though. Exia had already gone down the trap on the floor.

Creek lightened Liam´s face. As it trembled with light blue liquid going down its eyes and nose. The boy stared from above and kicked it. “It´s supposed to be a hunting game, Liam” he said lifting its head and turning the lights on. Making it stare right into his eyes “Lucky for you, Ian loves a challenge” he grinned before stroking gently the dock on its nape “Now, let´s get into some repairs shall we?”

Robowhump 2

Used various prompts. (day 1, 9 and 12)

TW// Kidnapping, forced labour,

EX144 was just a waiter now. Every day it would come out of its dock and walk out to start working. Every day ended after cleaning the kitchen and the tables so it could go back to recharge on its dock. The lid to the other side would be locked until morning. To avoid them getting robbed. We don´t have to worry about a robot escaping on its own, right?

So, EX144 got its engine started and waited for the alarm that meant the lid was ready to be open and worked as usual.

Today was a bit different. They would have a big graduation party on the evening. It wouldn´t have been much of a deal if the message on it´s peripheral vision didn´t constantly remind EX144 that it had only 25% of battery remaining.

That meant one more hour before complete shutdown.

The guests would start to arrive in ten minutes.

Robowhump 1

Tw/// abuse, burns

It worked on a restaurant. Owned by the family who had bought a few models like itself as waiters and cooks. Just above the average of the line quality, but not physically unattractive. Androids were real pretty now. Human in almost everything, appearence wise. The visual giveaways were the ear like receptors on top of their head and the plug on the back of their necks.

EX144 was just another android owned by the Peregrine family. The mother was absent most of the time, dealing with two other jobs. The father was the administrator of the restaurant. Almost always EX144 and another android had to carry him upstairs to his bed as he passed out on alcohol. Of the kids… EX144 felt every circuit on its body getting a sudden charge everytime it heard their voices.

But it was better. It was better that being with them again.

EX144 was a bargain because it was already broken. It had to undergo a forceful reset as it refused to let anybody near it for a full week after being bought. It’s last owners had been two college robotic students that had payed no mind to destroying it.

It had come brand new as a present from their parents as reward for entering the course for one of them. Black short plastic hair and pale skin (very real to the touch!) with a few moles. Shorter than both boys by a head, which gave them freeway to shove it apart and blame it for being too small to see if they “accidentally” bumped roughly into it.

It was their toy and their test subject for new programs.

At first, it was nothing serious. Make it lift things, call them correctly by their name. All its commands were programed by them. So of course errors would happen. But it wasn’t the punishment of forcefully being reprogrammed over and over again what shattered it. But that it was part of the fun to see it struggle after installing the “pain” emulators.

When they installed it, Creek, one of its owners, had decided to test how far could it go.

“Hey Exie, lighter or knife?” In its innocence it had answered with lighter.

Creek had shoved him down a chair and pressed it’s face against the kitchen’s stove. It had had no reaction until it started to get messages of possible damage to the syntethic skin.

Its program was to avoid at all costs getting damaged. Any potential damage threat would increase the panic levels. Triggering a chain reaction of uncomfortable pop ups and electric pulses in all its circuits.

The immediate response on its program was to get away to ensure its safety thanks to the emulator. However, it had its owners hand pushing it down to the flame. An expecting look marked on his face as he saw It tried squirming out of his grip. Despite the thrashing it couldn’t get off.

“M-Mister Creek!” The boy showed interest. The emulator also had an option for fear responses such as stuttering. “My skin isn’t fire proof! Ple-please stop this!” It tried using its hands to lift its face up and avoid the flames, but Found it impossible as Creek had tied its hands behind its back. Fingers curling into a fist, desperetely trying to reach the belt restraining it.

Creek lifted its head and the android sighed in a learnt action thanks to the emulator. “Well, lets test how long it lasts then” Creek said shoving it back into the flames. “Lets count! 1…” He said as numerous messages flooded Exia’s view.

Burnt plastic scent roamed the air for the following days.

Exia lifted its hand towards their cheek. No sign of the crime now. Of none but the different skin patch of its arms. Making obvious its limbs were from a different manufacturer.

Yes. Even with the smell of reeking alcohol and the messy clients. It was better this way.