I removed the armoured breastplate and marvelled at the intricate pre-war engineering, before plugging it to a new battery. The automaton woke immediately, jolting against the restraints. It scanned me with its wary eyes, but its outdated database had nothing to say about me.
"Identify yourself," it barked with raspy voice.
"Anon Anonton, your current owner," I replied flatly, soldering its mechanical heart.
"I belong to no one but the High Command of Haller's Army."
"Uh-huh." I checked the automaton's innards one by one, making sure all was in working order before I seal its ribcage. It stared at me intently, but I was too busy tinkering to banter with a robot.
"I am sergeant Alec Russell," it tried a different tone. "What can you tell me about the current position of Haller's?"
"Retired and reprocessed eighty years ago," I explained laconically, unboxing a set of LIFELIKE PLEASURES™ body panels.
"Bah. Typical demoralisation tactic," the automaton jeered, then anxiously turned its attention to the situation at hand. "What do you want from me?"
"You'll see." I fixed a breast panel with cyborganic D-cup rack to the automaton's chest and plugged the nerve-fiber cable to its central system.
"Wait, no―" the automaton began to complain, and I flicked its new nipple to see if they were as sensitive as advertised. They were. The automaton froze, weird delight and innocent confusion on its face. I took a gander at automaton's groin. Funny thing, this, vaguely penis-shaped but entirely nonfunctional, with no feeling, no nerve-fibers, makes one wonder why did they even bother designing dicks for armybots, I thought while discarding the old crotch panel. Poor thing had never experienced carnal joys before.
"I'll call you Allie, eh?" I spread the automaton's legs, preparing to install brand new feminine genitalia in the steel frame of its pelvis.
It didn't answer, still bewildered by the unfamiliar lewd sensation surging in its bosom,