seen from Japan
seen from Canada
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Peru
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
seen from Kuwait
seen from Canada
seen from United States
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Someone: Ew, how can you date a robot?
Emily: Sorry you’re mad that your girlfriend doesn’t literally glow, or vibrate slightly when she’s happy, or make little beeping sounds when she’s trying to figure something out.
Android!Serena: [literal heart eyes emoji]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So my hand slipped and I wrote an Android!Serena fic...
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada (2006) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emily Charlton/Serena Characters: Emily Charlton, Serena (Devil Wears Prada), Andrea Sachs, Miranda Priestly Additional Tags: Android!Serena, Emily is a mess, but that's nothing new, Alternate Universe Summary:
"Emily," Andy hissed, "did you fuck android Serena?"
Android!Serena: Emily, I do not possess enough computing power to accurately describe your beauty.
Android!Serena: I’ll be fine as soon as I organize my wires, nothing a bit of cable management can’t fix.
Android!Serena: Yeah hold on, I just gotta allocate more RAM and reset my internal clock and plug this USB in.
Android!Serena: Yeah, I’m fine. I just need to recharge and turn this dial and do a quick system reset.
Android!Serena: Those diagnostics are a lie, by the way, I’m fine.
Android!Serena: Fun fact: girls can be computers.
Emily: Fun fact: Girls can kiss computers.
Mechanic: What seems to be the problem?
Emily: Well…
Android!Serena: Severed wires, lacerated plates, and at least one processor has been hit because I can’t count to ten anymore. What comes after four? “Ever”? “Midable?” None of these are numbers!
Nigel: Well, technology is extremely unreliable.
Android!Serena: [coughs]
Nigel: Oh, present company excluded, of course.
Emily [talking about android!Serena]: I know I talk about robot fucking all the time, but what about robot romance? What about taking a robot on a nice walk through the park? What about giving her small at home repairs every now and then and unscrewing her panels with the same amount of tenderness you’d use brushing her cheek? What about slow dancing with her as you simply take in the moment as your fingers lock with hers, as your hand cups her waist as if it were made to fit there? What about laying down with her, her hand over your heart as she feels your heartbeat and your ear to her chest as you hear electricity running through her? What about that, huh?
