Al walked slowly and methodically to the cybernetic maintenance facility from the farm. Hours of labor had made his legs burn. The building was a huge steel building with a sloping roof. He managed to scan his collar one minute before the deadline to check in.
Inside the massive shed, Al found all the trappings of robotic maintenance. Massive racks of parts stood in rows in the back of the space. Broken robots and drones were arranged in neat little piles and were marked with words like 'repair' and 'junk'. Off in a corner he saw a thin man with long stringy brown hair pick his nose and watch cartoons on a tablet.
Al approached but didn't offer his hand, seeing the man had used his right hand to look for nose goblins. "Hello, I'm Al, I'm here to help work as a cybernetics technician."
"Hey. My name's Patrick," he replied. "You look like shit."
"I spent five hours hoeing rows for potatoes. It's pretty back breaking work." He said. "How can I help?"
"I'm up to my eyeballs in bullshit," Patrick said. "The biggest problems are the drone chargers out in the field. Inverter circuits are blowing from the heat. I'm falling behind with the androids due to a controller board backlog."
"Where is everyone? Usually a place this size has at least six people running each shift."
"That's because four techs flunked out last quarter," Patrick said. "Technical types have a hard time dealing with the game. I'm only glad my wife is such a fucking whore, she makes most of the points for us."
"That's a problem."
Patrick shook his head and said, "the rich boy patricians don't care about what makes sense man. They only care about their stupid points. If the south side of the island had to take care of the medibots, they'd change their tune right quick."
Al wanted to stop the political talk. "Why don't you show me your fleet."
Patrick shrugged and walked to the racks of working units. "We only have three models. We've got quad-copter drones for security and AI control monitoring. Essentially Amy's eyes and ears when someone with a collar isn't around." He tapped the large sleek drone. "They can stay up for a couple of hours and carry tranquilizer darts. They'll charge up on remote field stations, but will return here in case of an error or they use their ammo."
"These androids look advanced."
"These mean fuckers are for patrician protection and when the drones can't handle a conflict." He activated one which had plastic googly eyes stuck on its head. It stood at attention. "They've got tranquilizers, stun batons, and a really mean fucking saber."
"How often do fights break out?"
"Almost never, and these robots are the reason why. Now the final model we carry are the medibots. These keep the plebes and patricians alive." He walked over to a hexapod robot about the size of a small compact car. "Their special mission is neonatal care. I've never seen them work, but from what my wife tells me they're very good at their job."
"What are those soft appendages for, at the head and tail?"
"Don't really know, I suppose they carry medical instruments if they need to sew people up. They can also administer medications. But we do not maintain medibots here. All we do with them is see if they have a fault or not. If they're broken, we take them to the northern zone and drop them at the border. The Northern team picks them up, works on them, and then the fixed ones walk back over the mountains."
"They don't look too complicated. Why can't we work on them?"
Patric shrugged. He said, "patties don't trust plebes on mission critical components. Babies, babies, babies! When the mundane shit breaks down, we get our hands dirty."
"What about the farming bots?"
"Did Gussy boy give you shit?"
"Basically."
"Man, I love giving that pretty boy grief," Patrick said. He walked to a large piece of equipment covered in a tarp. He pulled it away, causing a large cloud of dust to fill the maintenance building. Underneath was a hulking beast of a combo-farmer. "The maintenance men hardly have a chance with the girls on the island with all those farm fuck bois running around. Having them work harder and longer helps even the odds." He opened up a damaged panel on the robot to reveal a scorched circuit board. "Rain got into it and shorted it out. Replacement boards don't come in until the new year's shipment in eight months. Ain't it a shame." He smiled mischievously.
"I see two bays for this." Al pointed to a large yellow square on the concrete.
"That one turned over and fell into a ditch a mile from here. Slippery mud trails."
"If it's not too much trouble I'd like to grab a winch and some of the androids to see if I can right it and bring it back."
"Knock yourself out." Patrick opened a bag of peanuts he fished out of his lab coat pocket. "We will get replacement inverters for the drone chargers in a few days, that's when I'll really need you."
"Thanks!" Al activated three androids and set them to labor mode. "We'll be back before closing time. Hopefully with a working farm bot."
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Al stripped off his filthy blues and pulled a towel in the communal shower. Patrick was right that most of the men had to work extra hours in the fields due to the equipment breakdowns, he was here all by himself.
After he washed his outfit and hung them on a hook, he took a wash rag and scoured his body of the grime and dirt of the day. He was just about finished when he felt something warm and soft on his dick. He looked down and saw Jo sucking his cock.
"Jo, how did you get in the stall? Look this isn't a good time, I'm totally wrecked."
She popped him out of her mouth. "Not taking no for an answer. I'll get you close, but you have to finish inside of me." She went back to his manhood and took him down until his balls were resting on her chin. Her tits were lovely and tanned and she looked so hot with her cheeks caved in.
"Fuck." He put his hand on her head and started to rock his hips into her face. When he was hard he pulled her head up and kissed her on the mouth.
He was about to start fingering her when she stopped him. She said, "we don't have much time, just breed me and then make me dinner."
"Usually you want a little foreplay."
"I'm ready right now. Stick it in me."
He pulled up her leg and stuck his substantial manhood inside his woman. She was tight as ever, but this time she was soaked. He pushed her against the wall and penetrated her deeply.
"I love your cock Al. It's hard as a rock and just the right size."
Al raised his eyebrow as he fucked her. "You don't talk this dirty. I like it," he said.
"It's this place. The idea of having a baby is such a turn on for me. I want your johnson inside of me every day. I want spunk dripping out of me every morning when I walk to work."
Al pumped faster as she made him visualize her in such a lewd scenario. "Jo, what's gotten into you?"
She froze when she heard the words and clenched so tightly that he busted his nut inside of her. Pulse after pulse of hot thick jism came to rest right near her cervix. Jo shook off her shock and kissed him frantically. "I can feel it, you might have just put a baby inside of me right now." He smiled and they tongue kissed.
After his cock slipped out she cupped her snatch to keep as much spunk inside of her. A few seconds later both their collars beeped a happy little tune. 'Couple has completed standard monogamous copulation. One point awarded."
Al deflated and put his forehead to hers. "I wished we got more points, we're still negative right?"
"Heh, right," she said.
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