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MaidBot or GuestBot?
MaidBot or GuestBot? by Robert Nowall The MaidBot, who gave her name as Marie, did not understand. “But how can you be assigned as a guest at Casa Maldita Resort if your skin is plated like a MaidBot?” I groaned. My skin was against me. I was a guest of the resort, not another MaidBot. Telling Marie of my accident and reconstruction sunk in, but just so far. Pointing out that she wore the resort’s standard black maid outfit, a blouse and dress with white trim and white apron, while I wore my usual outfit of old pajama top without buttons and elastic-waistband bottom that came up to mid-calf, did not make much of an impression, either. The one variation I could notice were wigs. They varied from black to blonde to brunette, but were always about the same length. Every MaidBot---every robot I had seen---was the same height, five foot ten, the same dimensions, the same apparent female appearance. And the same skin plating, tanned-pink with dark material between. Just as I was. I had
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Robot Factory, part 5
Whilst dr. Robot took off with Selma for some mandatory security updates, Gisela remained in position, attaching herself to the power supply. She had never been in this situation, and it was all new for her. Thus, she was excited to try out.
A girl stepped inside the complex. She lived very close to it and wanted to know everything about it since it was a rare building in the open fields. She consequently had been pretty suspicious about the two girls entering the building never to leave again. She had checked, there were no other exits. She decided to spy and hacked in the system, to find out what Dr. Robot's codes were. After a few hours s
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Robot Factory part 3
Meanwhile, her roommate Selma came back from work. She wanted to know how Gisela's first day at work had been, but Gisela was nowhere to be found, where the fuck could she be? It was already 9 PM and normal jobs don't take that long. Selma had been working over as well. She read the refridgerator sign. "I left some food for you. Microwave is working again!"
After her dinner, she decided to give her a call, at 10PM. "*beep* *beep* You have reached the voicemail of Gisela. Please leave a message after the beep. *beep*" "Hi Gisela, Selma here. Look, i know you're having fun at your new job, provided you got hired, but please, please come back
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Solo story written some time ago and can be considered a sequel to Robot Teacher, a story originally written by Doctor-Robo . Posted here for completion's sake - one of my few forays into the robot fetish though I've dabbled in mind control tales since this story first was posted on the net.
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Do you know where I can find the Robot Teacher story?