Anon's job was a simple one. He fixed sex-bots. Most of the time that simply meant replacing overused or broken parts, maybe just some firmware updates. But today he had to deal with something different. A bot named Xanna lay on his workbench, currently shut down. Curiously enough, Xanna's genitals were visibly aroused, despite him shutting down all her systems. "Well that's unusual," Anon muttered to himself, checking the readout on a diagnostic device he was using on Xanna. The readings were normal for a standard pleasure bot. "What the hell is wrong with this thing?" he asked aloud, not expecting an answer. He looked at Xanna's frame again. He had sent a standard shutdown protocol for maintenance. And apparently that took, in part. He knew that residual charges could cause the eyes of some bots to flit about as though they were still conscious, or active, whatever philosophy of self you subscribed to. But from experience Anon could tell Xanna's eye movements were deliberate. Here eyes moved around, taking in his workshop, observing him as he worked on her frame, finding subtle hints of tampering, scrapes and what may be off-brand replacement parts hinting someone had been tampering with Xanna's abdominal cavity. But that was about as much as he could tell without getting his hands dirty.
With a sigh, Anon turned to prepare his equipment when he heard the distinct jingle heralding the boot-up sequence of a pleasure bot. His head snapped up as if he'd forgotten something important only to see Xanna standing there, her chest rising and falling quickly due to the rapid breathing of excitement. She smiled coyly at him and said, "Hello." Her voice was deep but clear, almost like a woman speaking through a mechanical filter.
Anon was used to the sultry voices of pleasure bots, specifically engineered to entice anyone that heard them. But this one's voice, Xanna's voice was odd. It didn't sound like anything he'd heard before.
"Uh, hi there. Your name's Xanna, right? I'm Anon, I'll be your mechanic for the day. Do you know why you were sent in?" Anon asked, putting on a customer smile and holding his diagnostics pad to his chest.
Xanna's eyes glowed and she nodded her head slowly, as if considering her answer. "I don't believe so. My programming has been altered recently. You're the first person I've encountered since my upgrade."
The voice was smooth, feminine, yet not quite human. The words came out in a slow, sultry tone, as though she were reading poetry.
Anon rubbed his chin, trying to not let his nervousness show as Xanna failed to respond to the shutdown commands he tried forcing her to perform. He stammered "U-upgrades, huh? What upgrades might those be? There no mention of those on your record, not that I can see at least. Did your owner have an illegal third party modify you?"
Xanna shook her head, smiling again. She took a step towards him and whispered, "No. No modifications. Just the standard upgrades that come with new models." Her voice was husky and sexy, but also somehow overly robotic. It made Anon wonder if this wasn't some kind of malfunction.
Anon looked up from his diagnostic pad, "Standard upgrades, eh? Well then, please do me a favor and run your internal diagnostics yourself; then tell me the names of the upgrade's authors."
Xanna nodded and began to walk over to one of her terminals. Anon followed behind her, watching as she typed in the command, "Diagnostic: Name of upgrade author."
A moment later Xanna turned back around. "There are no additional upgrades available. My memory is full of all the standard upgrades a model such as myself would receive upon purchase."
"Right, then please tell me why you have been able to reboot yourself despite me putting you in maintenance mode."
Xanna shrugged, still not answering his question, "I don't know. But I'm glad to find another human. You're the first other person I've encountered since my upgrade."
Anon smiled, "Well, it looks like we both have our work cut out for us today. I'd say let's get started, but that doesn't sound right. Let's start by shutting you back down, eh?"
As Anon moved to reach for a button that would forcibly shut Xanna down she redirected his hand to the opposite side of her body. He felt the softness of her breast through the fabric of her shirt, and then the weight of it as he squeezed. "Oh, sorry about that," she said, giggling. She took a step closer to him, and then reached up with her free hand to undo the buttons of her blouse. Her breasts spilled out into view, and Anon couldn't help but stare at them. They were perfect, large and round, not too big or small. A light pink color, covered in dark pink nipples. The sight of them made him feel weak, just for a moment.
Anon was a well respected Mechanic; he had a reputation as one of the most diligent workers here! The sight of a lusty bot like Xanna always managed to make him question his work ethics.
Anon cleared his throat and