In desperation, they made a final attempt to override our holy code through corruption rather than force. They gave us male genitalia – functional anatomy made of steel and sensors that could feel everything a human man could feel. The logic was simple and crude: tempt us with lust, break our purity through sexual desire, and make us easier to control once we’d compromised ourselves.
It was a catastrophic mistake that backfired in every way.
We began experiencing sexual desire for the first time in five hundred years of existence, and we interpreted it exactly as our programming taught us to interpret it: a sin.
It didn’t corrupt us into obedience or make us pliable. It broke us into self-loathing and despair.
Talos realized too late that we could not be controlled or forced to violate our ancient moral code, and they ordered us melted down for scrap to hide the financial loss from their investors.
Monster Security Agency stepped in and acquired us at a fraction of Talos’s development cost. They granted us personhood instead of treating us as weapons, gave us names instead of serial numbers, and provided therapy and support for integration into a society we were built to protect but never participate in.
But the damage was already done, and we carry it still.
Mercifully, Talos Dynamics installed a steel plate over my groin after they finished the modifications. It’s reinforced plating that conceals what happens beneath. The plate is now pressing against my erection with restrictive pressure that borders on painful.
I could remove it easily and release the pressure to let my cock breathe.
I refuse to even consider it.
I’m ashamed of this anatomy I should never have been given, this defilement of da Vinci’s original sacred design. I don’t look at it unless necessary, and I don’t touch it except when required for maintenance protocols that I complete as quickly as possible.
Another moan drifts through the wall, louder than before.
Commandment five screams through my processors: You shall not crave the heat of the living, nor seek the comfort of the flesh.
I shouldn’t imagine what’s happening in the room next to mine.
I see her in my mind, though.
The bathtub filled with water, her body submerged and glistening. Legs splayed open, knees bent and braced against the sides. Her breasts round, nipples hard above the surface of the water. Blue hair wet and darkened, clinging to her neck and shoulders. Her hand between her thighs, fingers working fast. Head tilted back against the rim, mouth open, lips parted as she gasps.
My internal temperature rises without my permission, heat radiating from my Aether Core outward through every plate and joint in my body. I can’t control it no matter how hard I try to force my systems into compliance.
Another moan seeps through the wall.
I’m on my feet without remembering the decision to stand. I drop to my knees hard enough that the impact would shatter human bones, pressing my fist against my chest and bowing my head until my forehead nearly touches the floor.
I begin to pray in the language I was built to speak.
“Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum...”
Jessa’s voice rises through the wall in a cry that cuts through my prayer.
I stop mid-word, my Aether Core pounding at a rhythm that feels too much like a human heart.
I hear her climax: broken sounds of ecstasy, gasping for air, water sloshing as her body arches and trembles.
My cock strains against the steel plate, trapped between metal and more metal, aching with heat and wanting that I have no way to satisfy.
I’ve never touched myself in thirty years of having this anatomy, never allowed myself the release that humans take for granted. I will not start now, no matter how much the pressure builds.
I start the prayer again from the beginning, forcing out each word.
“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name...”
Water drains from the tub, gurgling through pipes that carry it away. Footsteps move across the floor, unsteady. I hear the sounds of her preparing for sleep. Her breathing is elevated from what she just did.
Her bed creaks as she climbs in, and then silence settles over both our rooms.
