Android going in for routine maintenance. It is always so time consuming, robots require so much more maintenance than humans, after all. If a single wire is out of place, it majorly disrupts their functioning.
It's gotten used to the mechanic that usually does it, though they aren't exactly keen on each other, the human gets the job done quickly enough. It's become routine, expecting to see the same face every time.
Except this time something is different. It knows the second it steps into the shop, the music is different, the organization of the shelves displaying intricate glass parts has shifted, much neater now than it was before.
Most noticeably, the human behind the counter is different. A young adult, compared to the older one it is used to. Notably more attractive. They're far more hands-on, as well. Not wasting a second with those formalities that the other one usually harped on.
Their hands get straight to work the second the android is in the chair, running over smooth simulation skin until they hit all of the panels they need to. They don't root around in the wires like the other one did, they take their time. Slowly, carefully, twisting and maneuvering them in ways that make something stir inside the Android's processing unit.
It doesn't feel wrong. It feels almost... Nice.
It doesn't notice anything's up with what they're doing until they attach the wires to its usually closed ports. Whining uncomfortably when they start to replace their usual coolant with something new.
It used to be blue, somewhat viscous. Now, mixed in with it is a more noticeably bubbly pink. It's never felt warmth before, but something buzzes in its wires as the liquid starts to take its place among them, it barely even realizes when its fans turn on to try and manage the sensations it's going through...
18+ only, MDNI, detrans dni, author is a man who loves men.
