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Project P0L3

Also known as Project Population. MXF! Robot x Reader AN: Sometimes I have to remind myself I'm not the most sinful person on this platform haha. This is a pretty vanilla fic, just you warming up to a robotic lover. Very light use of kinks. Mature themes! Read tags. 22K+ Words total (jk, I prolly count them. But this is a very long post. And an even longer fic. All chapters posted on Ao3! This is only the first one, and only half of it.)

Around 15 years have passed since the beginning of a new shift in time. Humans have started to decline in population. You’re one of the surviving few. You’ve seen humans less and less while hiding away in your little hole, eventually deciding it was safe. Day after day, you’ve slowly learned to adapt to living in your half-underground bunker. It was a quiet life, and for the longest, you’ve relied on your late parents to go out and retrieve for you. But since that day you’ve learned to move on and care for yourself. Life got more lonely. But you didn’t mind. You were busy learning to survive, gather, and revert to

becoming that classic hunter-gatherer. Occasionally screams would be heard, but your protocol was to ignore them until they went away. The only incident you’ve had in a while was an interaction with a desperate, dying, human. You do want to save the human race, but who would want to save someone who was being an arse?

A few days ago, you received a strange letter on your doorstep. Strange how they were able to find your front doorstep. The letter was neat, sealed tightly, with not a single speck of dirt on it. It looked as if it was brought from the past. After you opened the letter, it vaguely preached about ‘saving the human race.'

Hello ______________, We, the Council have reached out to inform you have been placed on a B.D. program to repopulate the human population. There is currently an updated log of approximately 6,2039 humans on planet Earth. For every single year, there will be 100 humans chosen for reproduction purposes. Based on personal documents, you are assigned female at birth. With this information, you are assigned a male partner for reproduction. There is a new policy. The 5-child policy will require couplets to produce five offspring. Once five offspring have been produced, they will be retrieved to be cared for by our nursing facilities. Male partners are functionally robotic. They are built and formulated for one purpose. This purpose is to guide you through your journey in this program. This robotic companion is meant to mimic parenthood and an intimate partner. At the time of this letter being sent, your robotic companion will arrive at your location in 3 days.

Best Wishes, The Council

Astonished, you tossed the letter to the side, not thinking much of it. But it was sitting in the back of your mind. For the next three days, while you were cleaning, cooking, and living your days you seldom thought about the letter. One day, there was an abrupt knock at the door. Or, lack thereof. A knock? There was no such thing as neighbors. You did your usual protocol, grabbing the bat and ready to strike. One downside of living in your bunker was the fact there was no telling who was outside. Adopting the “attack first ask questions later” mentality came in handy.

It only took you a minute to process what exactly you hit once you swung the trap door open. Now on the crusty floor beneath you was an Android. An oddly humanoid one. Its face was oddly simple and advanced. Like the ones you saw in Tokyo when you were a kid. Its skeleton was covered for the most part, by plushy silicon armor. If one could call it that. The armor covering the arms, legs, chest, and back all looked like synthetic chewy plastic. Very chewy, and very soft. Soft cyan LED lights illuminated beneath the plastic and between the cracks of metal completing the robot. A smooth black screen covered the robot’s face. Its paint was now a bit tinted by the surrounding dirt from being knocked over. Along with the robot, a small cotton bag was knocked over.

Breathing heavily in your mask made everything coming out of it sound deeper. Much more threatening if needed to be. You seemed much bigger, and tougher, with numerous layers of clothing on. No skin was visible, help with the sun now setting set made for a monster out of you. Now resting the bat upon your shoulder, you stared at the robot and finally remembered what all this was all about.

“They sent you here because they thought they could get something out of me eh?” You questioned.

The robot only nodded and wobbled as it regained its balance. Dusting its outer shell off, it lends a hand for you to shake. “Yep! I’m your assigned mate. Nice to meet you ______________!” The robot spoke. It buzzed slightly and hummed. Its voice was somewhat raspy and used a small bit of autotune. You looked at the hand through your green goggles and scoffed. You were living your days out like a champ! The rest could handle all the dirty work for you.

“You won’t get shit from me.” You growled, slamming the door at the poor robot. After all, it was just a robot. Not like it was any closer to being human.

“Please know I won’t leave until you open the door!~” The voice teased. It was loud. Too loud. He'd be an annoyance. Swinging open the door, you lunge at the robot and throw him inside onto the ground. “You shut your mouth and maybe you won’t be dissected into pieces.” You warned him. “There are hobos out there worse than me.”

“Yes, I would agree. But they don’t have their names on a B.D. Program, do they? My only purpose is to encourage and serve you while you’re in the program.” The robot replies. It gets up from the floor again and dusts off its belongings. You locked the airtight door behind you and put the bolt in place.

You let out a sigh, “What the hell is a BD program anyway?”

The robot smiled at this, and the two little dots for eyes turned into slits. You’re sure the robot meant well, but with its expression, it looks kind of malicious… “Oh? They didn’t tell you in the letter? Or did you not receive it?”

“I did receive it, I think it’s pure BS. Who does this ‘council’ think they are?” You replied.

“It’s similar to a conservation breeding program! Ever heard of them? I assume you lived in the time bracket when those existed.” Said the robot. “The council is a temporary group of humans that have humanity’s best interest in mind! They have decided to initiate this program so that humanity can get back to its steady numbers again. Once this goal has been accomplished, they will disband.”

Not only is being viewed as an animal terrifying, but the thought of having a kid scared you. It was a heavy ick you grew to hate over a short period. “I’m not doing shit. Others can do it for me.”

The robot still smiled and creaked as it turned around to keep facing you. You were checking out the water rust, something to hopefully signal this lugnut that it needed to get. “It’s my order. I’m not leaving until I’ve completed my goal.” It commanded, standing proud. Rolling your eyes wasn’t enough to explain your exhaustion. “As much as I love engineering and robotics, you’re not staying for long.” You sneered, not letting the robot speak for once. “Become any more annoying and I’ll dissect you like the little bug you are.”

The robot only continued to smile as you made a threat. It wasn’t necessarily empty—you’d be willing to make it come true. Besides the airlocks and the rust, there wasn’t much to check around the main entrance. All that’s left is to eat and you’ll watch the sunset for the rest of the day. “Make yourself useful and say to whoever sent you to fuck off.” You left for the robot. Venturing deeper into the small tunnel, you clasped a heavy lever and brought it down. Eventually, you were going to grow too weak to pull it. Not like it would be a problem since you’d die before moving around would become a burden.

“Want me to pull it for you?” A voice chirped, The robot appeared behind you, cocking its head to the side and resting both mechanical hands upon the bag strap.

“I’m perfectly fine. It’s supposed to be heavy.” You replied, still annoyed at the fact some random bugger came into your home. You had so many questions. How did the ‘council’ know you existed? How did they find any information about you? What’s keeping them from recording every interaction you’ve had with the robot? Nothing. Not only a privacy breach but a threat and a nuisance.

As the lever rested at its stop, large gears grind against each other. You were proud of your contraption. It was your beauty and pride. All of your inventions were. They made life easier, they kept you busy. A healthy busy. Unlike taking care of children.

Once the doors had withdrawn, the two of you ducked underneath and entered the home. Right behind you, the doors closed. Their heavy weight creaked slightly while they shut behind you. You throw your coat and accessories upon the table beside the entrance. The indoor part of your bunker was quite lavish and rustic. It was modeled after the perfect homes you used to live in before everything happened. You would die if it all were to ruined.

“So you’re just going to harass me until I say yes huh?” You asked the robot.

The robot tilted its head to the side. “Well… I wouldn’t say harass. I am here to win you over with your consent!”

Ugh. Being harassed and having some hunk of junk follow you around until you change your mind? Maybe in the far future but it was futile to convince you to do anything now. You walked over to the counter and started preparing your dinner. There were rarely any meats surrounding your area. They were believed to have been all hunted to the brink of extinction. At least, to your knowledge. Most of your diet was built upon cooked mushrooms and forest food. Occasionally, seafood. If you were incredibly lucky and wished to treat yourself. You had trouble growing your very own mushroom garden, but thanks to your huge collection you got the hang of it. The chicken mushroom was the closest thing you’ve had to meat. Naturally, it’s your favorite.

Taking out your cooking supplies, the robot leans on the counter. It’s a tad bit taller than you—a few inches give or take. “For your information, I will be right by your side for the rest of the time you are on this program.” It peeped. Nerd.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” You scoffed.

The robot only kept smiling. It watched you oil your pans, prepare your mittens, and set out the seasoning. You never thought of yourself as the type of person to be a farmer. You learned to do anything and everything by the hand. Your home cooking tasted the best it could—to your ability.

“I bet your cooking tastes nice.” Praised the robot.

You only nodded, knowing you were right. The robot settled down upon a bar stool and dropped its tote bag. “I’m solar-powered and have a huge rechargeable battery! I hope you have outlets or a sunroom somewhere.”

“I have access to the sun. I’d prefer to return to my own life though. Please go back to where you came from.”

The robot only shakes his head and repeats what it just said. “I told you. I’m not going anywhere. My only job is to ensure that you are serving your purpose while on this program. Take as long as you like. I promise I can wait, but don’t keep me waiting too long!” This is quickly getting aggravating. You loved your quiet life. You’d rather go head to head with this robot than give in whatever they have in store for you. As the vague smell of chicken filled the air, you relished the now-fried mushrooms. They looked fantastic, as usual. You had few plates and silverware due to living alone. You don’t even think about serving your intruder as you plop yourself onto a bar stool and start digging in. It burned your mouth, but you were really hungry! Hunger over pain you guess.

You could feel something on you, but not eyes. Turning your head, you see the robot’s ‘pupils’ fixed on you. The black pupils were now enlarged, much like a curious cat. You have to admit, whoever designed the robot made it cute. It was a simple and endearing design. But that’s all it was.

“Can you not stare at me while I’m eating?” You asked it.

“Ok!” It chirped. Its pupils now shrank. So small, that its face was now blank—with only a faux smile. You could only sigh as you finished the last few bites of your fake chicken. Throwing the dish into the sink, there wasn't much else to do other than watch the sunset. Like you usually do. You left the dining room and climbed the narrowly steep stairs to your second floor. You could call your little bunker a condo if you’d like. Nestled among a high canyon cliff, yet lodged between a perfect pine forest. A unique terrain, a lovely one at that. As you crawl out of the trapped door and pull down a string, the array of cloth curtains arise and let the rays of light shine through. You were so busy with setting up your watchtower, that you didn’t notice something slinking out of the same trapped door. You nearly gave yourself a heart attack with how quiet the robot sneaked up into your room! How’d it get in here so quietly? “Don’t sneak up on people like that!” You yelled at it. It accepted all your words while sitting criss-crossed on the floor. Ignorant, and blessed. “What if I decided to go along with your stupid program? You wouldn’t scare someone pregnant would you?!” You continued. “Besides this is my canopy. You are not supposed to be up here.”

The robot buzzed, processing your words. “I’m sorry ____________, but I must remain with you.” Shit. You probably would have to dissect this thing if you wanted to return to your normal life. You let out a huge sigh and threw yourself onto your large hammock. As you adjusted your tank top, the sweet smell of fog entered your small canopy. “If you’re gonna be here, tell me more about this program. And… this council.” The robot nodded enthusiastically as it opened its mouth, ready to drone on.

“I am Pixel, your male counterpart, assigned to be your spouse. We prefer to use robotics instead of other humans to limit the possibility of violent exposure and infection. The Council consists of 8 humans. All remain anonymous. They prefer to make history, not teach about it. The program was started ten years ago. Based on your gathered information you are younger than 25.”

They must have been stalking you or something. Or found out about your little canopy. You thought you looked pretty manly yourself whenever you put up your camo coat to head out for hunting. Goggles, a bashanka, wrapping layers around you just to remain unknown to anyone and everyone. Yet this unheard council managed to know your exact location and personal information. “Tell me that you guys have been stalking me. It’s annoying how you figured me out despite my efforts to stay low.” You grill the bot.

“We have our ways of getting information.” It smirks in response.

You sneered. “Are you filming all of this?” You interrogated.

“Only if you want me to. The Council has an oath of sticking by rules set by past humans! This includes privacy issues. Though none of these recordings will be collected by the Council. At the end of my mission, you can either trash these recordings or transport them onto a USB.” It answered. A thought popped into your mind. It was… an incredibly weird thought. Nonetheless, you suppose you knew not of social anxiety. There were not many humans left after all.

“I’m gonna ask a freaky question.”

The robot’s eyes widened, much like a camera’s lens focusing. You grimaced. “Do you… have… like a robot dick?” Even though Pixel wasn’t a human, it felt abnormal to ask such a protruding question. The robot only let out an artificial laugh while covering its mouth with a hand.

“You can ask any questions about me. And yes, I do have faux genitalia. How else am I supposed to help in this program?” It responded, now wrapping an arm around its stomach. You were… intrigued, to say the least by how this worked exactly. You’ve heard of sex dolls but a whole-ass robot? Technology must be incredibly advanced from where the Council came from. To your knowledge, they were rich dirty hogs that only saved all the resources for themselves. They didn't care about the rest of humanity. Not if the rest of us were suffering while they probably lived in skyscrapers that touched the clouds. Eating caviar and drinking cocktails to pass the time. You were eating and snacking on mushrooms. You felt worse than the lower class. “Any other questions?” The robot said. You thought for a moment. The more you engage with the robot, the more it will build a relationship with you. Knowing you didn’t want any part of this program, you probably needed to stop probing. Why’d you let him in again? Oh. Because he was being noisy. You could probably kick him out tomorrow. You scoffed at the robot and got up from the large futon. Today was coming to an end and the sun was past setting. Violet and navy streaks now covered the dying light. The sun was now just a ball of light. It was dimming ever so slowly.

Showering wasn’t much of an option. Unless you felt like collecting gallons upon gallons of pond water. Not only would you need to travel close to half a mile, but you would need to clean the water as well. The water was clean, but who knew what brain-eating amoeba lived in the freshwater you collected? Hours upon hours of just boiling water. You’ve adjusted to be comfortable with skipping showering for a day or two.

As you pick out some more comfortable clothing to change into, the robot gets up from its place and sits on the single wooden couch beside your table. The robot just sat there, clueless to the supposed ‘privacy’ it preached about. If it understood privacy it would leave the area and let you change in peace. “Can you not stare at me when I’m about to undress? Go to the other side or something!” You shouted. The robot calmly obeyed and started making a weird noise. Its front face began making a small whirring sound, seemingly powering down. Its facial features disappear, and the pixels turn black. The screen was off. Did it shut down? No. The soft glow of the light underneath the padding of the limbs and stomach was still awake. Was… it sleeping? To be safe, you picked up a stray blanket and covered the robot with it. If it shut down for the rest of the night, then you’d probably be free of it bothering you until morning.

Now in your comfiest of clothing (which to be honest, felt like bear skin), you could finally rest for the night. Besides being a chef, you had to learn how to be a carpenter. Bringing in wood and carving it in a way so that you could easily sleep on it. Abandoned libraries were your favorite places to make bases. They were quiet, besides the acceptable wind and echos of random little noises. Often, the one you most frequently visited was almost like a cathedral. Large, wide ceilings. Intricate designs are engraved and carved into the cement. Heck, you even found a couple of gargoyle statues around the place. A book on carpentry was added to your collection once you found the section for informational books. A few pages were covered in smaller mushrooms, but it was easy to tear them out and cleanse the book. You didn’t need them anyway. You learned shit about woodwork and done! You can now easily craft furniture. Crazy in retrospect how you couldn’t even craft a spear when you were a kid. Pot and ceiling plants littered your canopy, and the rain that came upon your terrain rolled off the clear plastic shield and into a vast silo you set to collect water. Then the cycle continues all over again. Only natural light lit up your room, and when it dimmed, it was time to rest.

As you hopped into bed, a mechanical noise began. You stop putting the blanket over you and stare at the sound of a fan beginning to start up. The LED lights grew brighter, and alongside the fan were gears and metal grinding together. The head of the robot shifted, and you can see the glow of the eyes and the mouth appear. They shine through the blanket. The robot troubles itself before scrunching the blanket above its head—much like a makeshift hood. It blinked a few times, its pupils now a bright cyan. It kindly smiles and looks over to you.

“We’re sleeping already?” peeps the bot. The robot lifted itself from the couch and draped the blanket over its shoulders. It hopped over to the edge of your bed near your headrest. A solar-paneled night light sat in the corner of your nook. “Hell no. You’re not coming into my bed.” You grimaced. Turning to your side to face the wall, you flip the blanket to cover you fully.

“Are you cold?” It inquired. You grumbled and shuffled around in your bed. Not only did this thing wake up just to bother you, but you couldn’t even think and sleep in peace!

“It is currently 54° Fahrenheit. The room temperature should be around 75° Fahrenheit. Do you wish for me to turn on the heat?” It asked in an unusually monotone voice. But heat? You had gotten used to the cold. Lower temperatures were familiar. Now out of nowhere, some high-tech bot offers a heating system? Perhaps reconsidering getting rid of the robot would be a good option. Maybe it was some use after all. Flipping around to face the bot, you’re met with an eager face. It had the temperature in the corner of its face. “You can do that?”

“Of course! I’m built with the latest technology. A heating and cooling system is just one of the many convenient functions I have.” Pixel answered. You furrowed your brow and stared still, “Well then turn it on! What are you letting me freeze for?” In response, the robot lowers its head. Its eyes close and a small glow of orange overcomes the once-electric blue light. You can sense the warmth begin to emit out of the vibrating robot. Once it seems to be done, it smiles at you and places a warmed metal hand on your shoulder.

The heatboxed robot stayed still. A small amount of tension built itself once you found yourself just staring at it. “You don’t have a thing where the hot air blows at you?...”

It corrects you, “No. I’m a heated teddy bear. Not an electric gas heater. If you want to get any more heat you’ll have to hug me.”

“What.”

“You have to hug me. Similar to how children hug their-”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I know. You’re putting me in a tough box here. I don’t feel like cuddling you. Can’t you just hover over me?”

The robot withdraws, and the cozy firelike heat that came from it goes away. “If you want any more heat you’ll have to let me sleep with you.” It confidently spoke. It crossed its arms and cocked its head to the side. Man, if you wanted to get any closer to modernity like those bastards in the skyscrapers you were going to give in some things. “You’re being such a cuck right now dude.” You gritted between your teeth. Pixel gave a tiny shrug and started crawling into bed, now returning the warmth you once felt. It felt like the coziest fireplace you’d ever experienced. Now sprawled on your bed, you hesitantly let the smug robot cuddle you. It wraps its balmy arms around you, and you can finally feel the heat to the full extent. You two turn to the side, with the robot being the bigger spoon. Your legs are entangled with Pixel’s. “Are you comfy now?” He hums. “Yeah…” You mumble. Perhaps you’ll grow to tolerate him.

The heat begins to make you more sleepy. Snuggly and toasty. It’s a strange rare feeling that you welcomed with open arms. Miss Moon finally showed herself, seeping through the curtains and shining with her sultry stars. As you stare into the night, you feel a chin place itself on the nook of your neck. You could feel the rising of the robot’s chest. To be honest, it felt quite human. The warmth and breathing habits mimicked a person’s perfectly. The artificial heartbeat in perfect sync with yours. The arms of the bot wrapped tightly around your chest holding you close. It felt weird having Pixel’s groin shoved up against your ass. But you weren’t one to complain since you had a heating source now. You were too tired to move anyway.

There you slept. In your nook with your new mate.

"Good morning Sunshine!" A voice boomed. First few minutes in the day and you're already being berated by some annoying, agitating, grating voice. "Let me sleep in Pixel." You groaned. The bed sheet covered your face, and your eyes felt like they had been sewn shut. The morning was a bit colder without a noticeable body right by your side.

A lukewarm hand slid underneath your arm and over your stomach as something pecked your cheek. "It's already ten. I think you should be up." Soothed the voice.

"Did you just give me a kiss?"

"No."

Slowly opening your eyes, you turn to face the bot. "What was that you put against my cheek then." He answered, "That was to check your temperature. It’s mandatory."

“Act a fool.” You sighed. The robot was sitting up, seeming awake for quite some time. Your body ached in the morning more often now. It was probably something you ate. Or lack thereof.

As another hand made its way down your back you instantly jolted.

"Dude! My back is sensitive. Go touch something else like grass."

"I have one purpose. I-" You cut him off by diving further underneath your blankets and shielding your head from all the boring spiels he might go onto. You can hear the muffled noises flow out of the robot's speaker, and your headache is already starting to develop. "I'm a former nursebot! 20 years then repurposed. Now I'm just a cuddlebot." You make out. You peep an eye out of the blanket. "Shouldn't be surprised. Your only goal here is to fuck and get kids anyways." The robot seems semi-offended by your 'insult'.

"I'm a cuddlebot for a reason. Not just sex and hugs. I'm here to build a relationship with you. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Take as long as you like getting cozy in our relationship. But I’ll have some kids with you someday~"

That's some comfort. You were expected to have kids someday. You've heard of parents pressuring kids to have grandchildren, but you'd never thought you'd experience it yourself. You're only 19. Not even 20, and you need to have kids? You'd rather eat mycelium. "Say... If I'm never willing to have sex with you, what would you do?" You asked. The robot paused for a moment, contemplating what to say next. "If you're feeling that way, and continue to feel like this after a couple of years I would report to the council. But let's focus on today. I'm mainly concerned with how you will react with physical affection." Informed Pixel. He smiled at you with his hand now under your tit.

"Maybe I'll get more comfortable if you stop trying to cop feels whenever you can." You scolded. He nervously laughed and withdrew both hands, both formerly in intimate areas.

"Note taken. So what do you plan on eating for late breakfast?" Pixel interrupted, diverting from the fact that he was being handsy. "Mushrooms again?"

You lifted yourself and got up from your bed. Taking a look at your closet, you only see a few tank tops and cargo pants left. Washing clothes would be a must today. The robot hopped off and followed close behind you, keeping a distance too close for comfort. "Today might just be a mellow day. I don't have anything to do unless wash all my clothing. Might have to go search for more food and tend to the garden. You good with gardening?"

"I know the basics about many common plants. To teach children. But otherwise, I have a chip that allows me to learn and store information. You can teach me!" Said the robot. You accepted the response and picked out a white tank top with a set of shorter cargo pants. You throw the clothes onto Pixel, the bot taking it. He stood there quietly as you swiftly changed out of sleepwear and into your day clothing.

"I see you're more comfortable with changing in front of me now!" Exclaimed the robot. You grumbled and zipped the flyer on your pants. Now on the first floor, you walked over to the counter. Having no fridge was no good, so you resorted to ice boxes and cold pond water. You probably wouldn't have much to eat besides tofu and a few spare rabbits. Your garden was developing nicely since fall's floods destroyed half of it.

As you took out the tofu, you didn't bother to take out a plate. Eating straight from the wrap that made it in was enough. At some points, you wondered about harvesting honey. But it would be too difficult considering you don't have a proper suit. You also have yet to reach a book teaching you about the subject. You didn't bother. Pixel comes down after you finish your last bite of the plain meal. You wish the peppers would start growing already. You could easily make sriracha sauce. Get a kick out of this bare meal. "You're done eating?" Pixel asks. You nod silently and dispose of the wrapping. You adjusted your tank top and walked over to your dirty bin. "You can wash half of these, I'll take care of the rest. Laundromat is out by a few minutes so get your trekking boots on." You ordered the bot. He nods happily to your message and picks up the heavy basket. The two of you head outside. Usually, you'd put on some type of uniform. Especially while going out, but this was a short trek. You shouldn't be gone for long.

Hopping over a few branches, you both begin your small journey.

As you sit on a couple of wooden boards, Pixel takes a seat right next to you. He sets down the basket and takes out a few articles. You take some from him and begin dipping the clothing into the water.

"So have you ever traveled outside of this center?" Pixel asked.

You paused for a moment. "Center? This is just some forest. If that is the name of this forest. But no, I haven't traveled much outside of the forest and canyon."

"Oh!!" Pixel blurts. "They do name the sectors in this state. This is sector 12. It's been untouched, and rumored to have a very territorial specimen. I'm the first android to set food in here. Well, besides the drones." Pixel smirks as he finishes that last sentence. His head tilted towards you. Drones? That's probably how they found out about you. Territorial specimen? Did they mean you? Not only was it quite funny but you also realized that the only reason that could've gotten that information was through interactions. Which means some of the people you've been killing might have been a part of the Council's operations. Whoops... You apologize, "Sorry about that... It's pretty amusing though you have to admit." Picking up the clothing and scrubbing it viciously against the wood-ashed soap. The bubbles and studs sprayed all over your tank top, and vaguely tinge your eyes. Pixel could only laugh, the situation seemed too funny to him. Some ape-like swamp thing terrorizing (murdering) employees. He meticulously wrung and scrubbed your clothing, making sure the soap was all over the article of clothing.

"I was informed you are an orphan. Is that true?" Pixel asked. It was a somewhat sensitive topic for you. But at the same time, you felt numb. you never felt the need to discuss anything about your parents. You have nothing to remind you of them. They seem like a distant memory at this point. Your father was just a man who taught you things. Your mother was just a woman who nursed you. When they were gone that day you accepted fate, as they had told you. Since then you've been on your own. You stop scrubbing and rest for a moment. "I don't have anything to say about them. It's all just a fuzzy memory."

The robot dims its screen and slants its expression. The smile now is a frown, and he relaxes his arms too. "I'm sorry for your loss. Even though you don't remember them I'm sure you three had good memories together when you were younger. They're just buried. Somewhere."

Being alone was a comfort for you. You'd rather be the parent than be of a parent. You didn't like the thought of being bossed and told what you could and couldn't do.

You thank Pixel and get back to washing. Pants after shirt, tank top after cargo, hazard suit after hazard suit. You both eventually finished the entire basket. Pixel insisted that he carry the basket back for you. You could only mutter good grief to yourself as you led the way for Pixel. The little android follows closely behind, urging he must hold your hand on the way back. It was annoying, but you didn't want to hear him pester you.

Leaving up the clothing to dry was the relaxing part. The day was now in midsession, and it was around lunch. One of the things left was eating rabbits. It was a bit stale but who are you to complain? Squirrels and stray birds weren’t sufficient enough for your appetite. After finishing dinner, you helped Pixel change his solar battery and decided to hike out to the upper garden.

Once you took the small hike, you realized there was much work to do. You didn’t have many gardening tools besides your shovel and rake. But who needed anything else? You did most things by hand. It was much faster for you. As you stepped over a few of the growing plants, you needed to tend first to the ones that needed water and pest removal. The aphids and earwigs were the worst. You assigned Pixel to pull out any suspicious weeds, while you added to compost, watered, and put some more fertilizer. Towards the end, you felt better about your garden. The tomatoes were dwarfed but it was something you could harvest and eat. Pixel carried all your groceries once again and followed you back into the bunker.

Sun always sets early now. How long did you spend in the garden? Who knows. Probably an hour or so. The sky looked greyer than usual. It should be around two or three. Days just seem to take longer, stretching tasks to fill the day. It’s worked most of the time. Day after day. You hopped onto the hammock and saw the few birds that flew by. They were probably migrating due to the soon-coming winter. Meaning all your efforts put into the garden were most likely going to go to waste.

The floor creaked and the trap door opened as Pixel climbed onto the floor. “Are you done for the day? If you have anything to do left, I can do it for you.” You turn your head towards the back of the room, seeing the android walking towards you.

“Pretty much. You can filter the wasted water. There’s a station outside. Take a right and walk up the trail. You should reach the hill that stops on top of the bunker. It’s a two-minute walk from the garden. You do know how to filter water, right?” You informed him. The bot nods and heads your order, now opening the door and descending the stairs. Now left alone in your room, you decided to take a shower for today. Pixel should be able to filter the silo.

It had taken Pixel an hour or so to complete the process. It should go through two nights, that way you’ll have clean water by Saturday. You felt refreshed, sitting on your bed. All that was left was for Pixel to appear. You breathed heavily and stared at the stray pages you pasted upon your walls. Some were your favorite books—pages and pages about fake scenarios. Fantasy worlds and journeys, all whimsical and comical. You’d lose yourself within the books, reading over and over again parts about fighting dragons. Witches and wizards fighting off spirits. You pay anything to be in their worlds. Depressing books that let you truly see what humans were like decades ago. A Japanese author letting his deepest thoughts down on paper, a psycho running rampant, boys who are stranded eventually turn to savagery. You could spend the rest of your life reading and writing—and you’d be undoubtedly happy.

The trapdoor opens, and a dirtied robot comes through the wooden shaft. Dirt and debris were stuck all over its screen, limbs, and knees. Pixel smiles at you as he latches the door lock. “Hi ____________!” He peeps. You get off of your bed and stare at him. You asked, “What the hell happened to you?”

Pixel laughs, “I fell down a hill. The mud can be pretty slippery at times.”

“Well, you’re not taking another step in my bedroom. Go to the shower and rinse yourself off.” You scolded. You guide Pixel over to the water basin and help him step in. You never thought that it would be possible for someone to bathe a robot yet here you were, scrubbing and rinsing off the dirt that was stuck to the robot’s plates. The lights glow under the water, refracting and illuminating the surrounding tiles. You swore Pixel was purring when you were scrubbing his stomach. After drying Pixel off, you two set for the night. The sun was set once again. Your view that you grew accustomed to was one high above all else. The canopy was secret and hid in plain sight among other vines and trees growing on the cliffside. “Your bed is cozy for someone who lives in the wild.” Whispered Pixel. “I take that as a huge flattering compliment on my crafting skill. Not easy finding blankets in tip-top shape.” You prided. You lay sprawled out on your bed again. Pixel was lying next to you, arm underneath your head. Mimicking a headrest. His other arm lying across your stomach. He has a content grin on his face as you rant to him about random things, your early memories, and incidents you’ve had with the infected.

The robot just listens, taking in everything you’re saying. “Wow. Sounds like you’ll have to be pretty strong to handle all of that.” He says.

“Yeah, survival of the fittest I guess.”

The robot just stares at you. You notice him and turn your head to face him. “What are you staring at me for.” You interrogate him. The robot circles your abdomen with his index, stating, “Nothing. You just look awfully appealing.”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Flirting doesn’t work on me bud. Don’t think I don't know what that is—I read romance novellas before. I know where this is going.”

The robot stops its curling motion and places its hand flatly. ‘I know. But why not accept it?” Pixel takes his hand from your stomach and from underneath your head and rests his head in between them. His face now has a sleepy expression. But it’s clear all his attention is still on you. “What do you think happens when an isolated individual that has been alone for all of their life is suddenly asked to give someone the most intimate form of love Pixel.” You flatly state. You’re baffled at how he’s contradicting his ‘take-your-time’ motto. The bot could only smile as he rolled over, his head now directly next to yours. A hand shuffles over to your ass and begins to fondle it.

“You don’t need to be for the most part. As long as we start with little things like this.”

Out of the blue, a heated surface pecks your face again. It doesn’t leave as quickly as before though. By the time you register what he’s doing, Pixel stops kissing you.

“I’m glad. I want you to be okay with me giving you little pieces here and there.” He says, and snuggles against your side. This time, his body is tightly packed against yours. He has his heating system on.

“So you did kiss me!” You exclaimed. Pixel laughs slightly. You could sense his heartbeat, and it was unusually slow. You didn’t do anything that night. It was a quick adjustment from taking in some random robot to sleeping with it the very first night it came in. But hey, you’ve had weirder things to deal with. At least he’s peaceful. Unlike some of those zombies. That night was easier for you. Everything felt just right. You imagine what incredibly fictional dreams you’d be having tonight. All while a little android cuddled and wrapped itself around you for the entire night.

For the next few weeks, Pixel was a big help in doing your daily chores. The extra hand in hunting and retrieving made everything easier. You could probably use him as a maid bot rather than a love bot. However, he was constantly trying to be intimate with you. You’ve grown to be okay with the little touches here and there. He’d tend to wrap his arms around you. He’d insist on holding your hand or something apart of you. When you’d finally settle down for the day Pixel would peck at you and insist he holds you tight. It began getting annoying when he’d ruffle around and get very handsy—specifically at night. You couldn’t give up the offer on massages though. Your stiff body needed some forced relaxation after a day or two. He’d always gladly give you one. Anything to further your intimacy. The bot would remark on how soft you were. Besides all your toned muscles, and scars covering your body. You’d often feel silicon fingers squeeze at your thighs, massaging and rubbing on your inner side. Though you’d stop him before he got too close to straight up fingering you. Sometimes he’d squeeze your face, fangirling about how cute you were. How humans were so adorable and fragile.

While you were cooking, you now had someone new to bother you. Ranting to you about foreign subjects, cupping your bits while he’s at it. You began to wonder was this what past relationships were like? One spouse just lets the other one do whatever they want to them as a sign of love. Probably. As the next weeks passed, Pixel could practically do whatever he wanted with you. You’ve gotten through kissing sessions, naps filled with him just swaddling you, and intimate moments talking about your future. You’ve got to admit. Not only did you grow on him, but you’ve also grown to accept that he’s your spouse. It’s good to have a conversation with someone other than yourself. Though you’ll never tell him some of the things you’ve done before he arrived.

Although it’s been just three or four months, Pixel observed how comfortable you were with him now. From threats to tearing him apart to hugging him and letting him comfort you during your restless nights. Because of your progress, he stopped reminding you of his ‘mission’. Because he knew that you’d approach him one day. Just when you felt comfortable enough.

And approach him you did. Friday 13th, November 2901.

It was now more of a transition into winter. The forest slowly turned its leaves into autumn foliage. The wind tends to howl more at you from its distance. You don’t see as many animals to hunt anymore. You needed to transition into winter as well. Figuring out a solution for keeping the greenhouse and garden warm might be more of an extensive problem—but you’ll get over it. More reading up on gardening and agriculture for you. You felt like a university student.

As Pixel massages your shoulders, you stress about how tedious it is to survive out here. You were getting tired of life. You yearned for the easy-modern life of past humans rather than having to live the apocalyptic dream. What was Twitter? What the heck was COVID? Why was it so important in textbooks? It was probably the early stages of robots. And the internet sounded too cool. Being able to interact with people across the planet at the touch of a finger must be heavenly. You wouldn’t need to send out mail or use radio towers anymore. Like you would be writing letters in this time of age anyway.

The time was around six when Pixel stepped into the room with a steaming pot. Hopping over to your desk, the bot places the pot down and a couple of utensils. You’re in the middle of reaching a book that you found interesting as a break from reading up on agriculture. “Ready to eat?” He asked, trying to set down the window so that not too much of the autumn air would get into the room. You hummed in response and stared at the meaty stew he cooked for you. “Squirrels are pretty hard to catch y’know. Humans should be eating at least two meals a day.”

“I can eat only once Pixel, I’ll be fine.”

Pixel nudged your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your neck. He boos at you quietly while nuzzling his face into your head. A silicon hand crawls its way down your arm and stops upon your hand, holding it still for a moment. He then nuzzles into the nook of your neck and purrs into your ears. “You worked so hard today, I’ll spoon-feed you if you let me.” He’s being extra touchy today. But… maybe you deserved something nice—maybe… a little love. You have to admit it full-on. You liked him. A lot. It gets lonely and silent when he’s not around. He was also your personal maid and tending to every little thing that inconvenienced you. You grew onto him a lot more quickly than you intended. You just wished he wasn’t part of that stupid council. And you could just live out the rest of your life with him. Maybe… one… kid….

One…

Pixel pulled another stray stool over and dipped the spoon he was holding into the stew. Holding it close to your mouth, he imitates a small ‘aahhh’. You open your mouth and swallow the thing whole. It had a savory taste, the salt and rosemary making up for most of it. After a couple of minutes, Pixel fed you the last spoonful of the meal. It was a good meal, and you’re glad that you tried it. To be honest, maybe Pixel was a better cook than you.

The night set in around eight as you and Pixel put up and ready the house for the night. It was even colder, with it being around only 30 at night. Cuddling up to Pixel was a great comfort and a nightly tradition. The solar-powered night lights shimmered above the ceiling. The pine and fern plants near the huge canopy window reflected the dim light. It felt kind of romantic. All that was needed was wine. Which neither of you nor Pixel knew how to make. Peculiar how they didn’t add that function to him. Pixel hopped into your bed first and shoved the thick comforter off, giving you a clear space to sit. You hopped right beside him and climbed onto his lap. His fingers slid underneath your black tank top as you settled down for the night. Wasting your electricity for the thing you had planned for tonight might be worth it.

“You’re still wearing a bra? Aren’t your shoulders sore? It might be too tight on you while you sleep. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable while sleeping.” He whined. You sighed and leaned up against his head, permitting him to undo your bra straps. As the straps fell, you felt your chest finally rest after being tied up all day. Admit it, it’s relaxing. Pixel reaches underneath your top and unhooks it one more time before slipping the bra off and throwing it onto the floor. You’d probably wear it again the next day. Now free of any barriers in his way, the cheeky bot softly cupped your breasts and massaged both of your tits gently.

It felt good. It felt lovely. He felt human. You whined softly as he continued his hands further down and underneath your thin shorts. What was the point of wearing clothes at this point? You were comfortable enough with him to walk around bare. Tonight you were ready. Pixel slid his hand over your clothed womanhood and gently rubbed between your two lips. You were already half-wet. As soon as you let out another quiet moan, his fingers started softly vibrating. You place a hand upon Pixel's cheek and another on the hand shoved in your underwear, guiding where your sweet spots were. Pixel lifted the hand still cupping your breast and started moving your clothing down your waistline, now being able to see you in all your glory.

"Pixel." You whispered.

"Yes?"

"I—...I think I'm ready."

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