"...if only I could have found a power core for her. To think of all the years I spent scavenging parts, repairing her, modifying her... only to die without ever seeing her power up."

You shut off the audio log. You're standing in what was some sort of automotive garage before the bombs fell, judging from the oil stains still marring the scuffed concrete floor, though it seems to have been repurposed it into a makeshift robotics lab. Electronic scrap and various half-assembled devices clutter the shelves and benches lining the walls, and the damaged, stripped chassis of several robots are piled in a corner. Most curious of all, though, is the robot the scavenger seems to have been building, standing dormant before you in a bay that holds it upright.

At first glance it looks like an Assaultron, with a few key differences. The armor plating has been repainted a mix of red and hot pink instead of the usual tan or brown, the paint smooth and unblemished instead of the usual chipping and peeling. There's been extensive modifications to the breast, hips, buttocks, and thighs, where the armor has been modified or removed entirely, replaced by soft looking cushioned rubber sections that give the feminine machine a far more enticing, voluptuous profile. Experimentally, you give one of the breasts a squeeze, and while it doesn't feel anything like flesh, it has a pleasing pliable give beneath your fingers.

You pull a spare power core from your backpack, eyeing the atomic cell carefully for a moment, weighing your options. At last, you reach around behind the robot and slot the power core into place.

You take a step back as a mechanical hum begins to emit from the robot, lights blinking across its chassis as it powers up.

"K-ass-1, online." the machine reports, in a flirty feminine electronic voice emitting from a speaker hidden somewhere on its sleek form. It turns its mouthless face towards you, its single red eye lighting up.

"You're my owner, right? Call me Kassi!"