“Hey, show us some gears!”
I don’t know why I went into that mech bar. There was a rumor they did full lube jobs in the back and I was feeling lonely. I wasn’t serious about anything, I just wanted to check the place out.
“Wooo! Baby you know I like it when you articulate like that!”
It was a dented, rusty hole in the wall. Someone had half heartedly spread plas over the ragged hole left by some ancient explosion. It was good enough to keep us from tumbling out of the station, but not good enough to pressurize the section.
“Yeah, yeah, take it off! Take it off!”
Not that any of us cared. We were all perfectly comfortable in hard vacuum. Some of us were way to comfortable.
“Oh, yeah, baby, bring it on over to papa!”
I hadn’t seen Half Pipe Paul in ages. When I floated out of the airlock, there he was. Tethered almost within grabbing distance of the performance sphere and over clocked out of his mind.
“Shake it, shake it! Daddy’s got some scrap metal for you tonight!”
I made the mistake of tuning into his frequency. I know it’s every sentient’s right to control their own internal settings but it’s hard to watch an old friend fry their circuits just for a few kicks.
“Oh no! Don’t go baby. I don’t want anyone but you! What do you like? Huh? I’ve only got half a pipe, but it’s a sturdy one!”
I clicked off his frequency just as the next robobabe came out. She had classic human features; red hair, green eyes, peachy pink skin. That’s kind of boring, I thought. The controversy over flesh toned androids died centuries ago.
I tuned into her frequency and was surprised to hear a sophisticated syncopated rhythm. She posed for us, moving to the beat. Her ample curves were on full display, bare of any clothing.
Then she pulled some skin off her wrist. Then she pushed it right back down. Tease. I found myself more interested that I should be.
Slowly she drew the skin off her hand and flung it backstage. Then she exposed her other hand. I was mesmerized by her gleaming titanium fingers stroking her still flesh covered thighs.
This is what true art is, I thought, eager to see the rest of her chassis.