sometimes a robot girl is a massive industrial cargo handler
you’re walking through the junkyard idly listening to the handlers swish by on the overhead rails, and then you jump as a (surprisingly gentle) manipulator arm grabs you and lifts you up to the handler’s scanner
“[TARGETED ENTITY] IS ATTRACTIVE. WOULD [TARGETED ENTITY] ENJOY [DINNER OF CHOICE] AND PERHAPS [MOVIE OF CHOICE] AFTER WORK?”
you blush and nod. H-04 sets you down on the ground, playfully pats your head with her manipulator arm, and whirs off to keep doing her job
at the end of the day, you get a ping on your gps. you follow it deep into the winding maze of garbage and refuse to find a chair with a tray table next to it, in front of a tv. H-04 rolls up behind you… holding a picnic basket in her arm
you eat the sandwich as she charges and you watch the movie together. you don’t see it, but when you grip one prong of her arm in your hand a little heart icon flashes on her screen
