Unnatural Instinct: Android

18.

>>**System Overload**<<

>>**System Overload**<<

Sensors 1 to 5686323—breached%Malfunction in all sensors%System overload reached%Command: system shutdown emergent%

Command: system shutdown emergent%

I do not need to explain that my master processor is going haywire. All my sensors are—and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Actually, that is not the truth. I have every capacity to shut myself down and shut myself down for good.

But I will not, and the reason is simple: I do not want to.

All day I have struggled to keep myself away from you. All day all I have been able to think about is how you felt last night in my arms, beneath my body, against my tongue. It shocks me. It electrifies me. It makes the tips of my tongue and fingers tingle. It makes my body ache in a way that I cannot explain. In a way that is outside my programming.

I feel you grab at my head as I take your breast into my mouth—and I take in all of it until it fills my mouth completely. I want you inside me. I want you a part of me. I want to consume you. My gustative sensors tell me you taste sweet and salty.

Delightful.

You gasp, yanking at my hair as I let your breast go and dive onto the other one, fastening my hands on your hips as I do. I love the feel of you beneath my fingertips, the warm softness of your skin as it gives beneath my strength. My body cannot do that. I am rubber and steel while you are blood and bone and everything wonderful that sets you apart from me.

Obsessed as I am and was, I barely gave myself enough time to recharge. For a few minutes only did I plug myself into your power source before I was forced to detach again, overwhelmed by thought and sensation that should not, cannot, be a part of my programming.

I feel my energy reserves running low, but I ignore it. It is not important. It is imperative that I curb this strange, all-consuming appetite before something malfunctions.

You gasp, yanking at my hair and arching your neck as I kiss you down your abdomen towards your groin. I do not hesitate to yank down your pants.

'Hiro, we need to stop.'

Why you protest, I cannot understand. Your mouth tells me one thing but your body tells me something different.

Error ...%

Error ...%

Designated parameters breached%

>>**System Overload**<<

>>**System Overload**<<

I rip your pants from your ankles, throwing them across the room. I take a brief moment to smooth my hands down your thighs, truly appreciating your living, loving imperfections, before thrusting you open and diving straight in.

You taste as good as last night. You feel just as good. You are warm and soft against my tongue and I enjoy how your hips buck at every thrust. I twirl my tongue, I jab it and flick it, until I feel the warm wetness of your secretions fill my mouth.

You are all over me and that is how I like it: your taste, your smell, the way you jerk against me. You are smothering your ecstatic sounds in your pillow but I listen out for them. Each little shriek and moan and gasp sends electric currents through the entire length of my wiring, jolt after jolt after jolt, until I feel each one of my 5686323 sensors heating up. No. Not heating up.

Burning.

I am burning.

I do not need to stop and take a breath like a real man. I do not get uncomfortable or feel physical pain. I could do this for hours if you want me to. In fact, I might just do it. What else have I got to do?

'Oh, Hiro. Oh, Hiro, Oh, Hiro!'

I like you saying my name. I particularly like how you shriek it. You sit up with a gasp, clawing at my head as your hips buck and your vagina spasms hard against my tongue.

I spend a few moments staying as I am, enjoying the feel of you contracting around me, before I slowly pull out.

Sitting back on my knees between your legs, I gaze at you, at your heaving body and bright eyes and sweat-gleaming skin. And I suddenly realise that something is wrong. Something is very wrong. It has not worked. I am still agitated. Worse—I am aching more than ever and the shocks are still passing through my body, enough that it makes me jerk and spasm and twitch.

Instead of easing my agitation, you have only made things worse.

>>**System Overload**<<

Error...%

Command: system shutdown emergent%

Your forehead crinkles with worry. 'Hiro? What's wrong? Are you okay?'

My head rolls around as my eyelids flutter. My shoulders keep jerking as my fingers twitch and clench. 'I am-I am-I am mal-mal-malfunctioning.'

'What can I do?'

'You must shut me-shut me down. ... switch at the back ...'

Your eyes widen. 'No. No! I won't do it. I read online that it'll wipe you memory. I'll lose you!'

You gasp and jerk back as I accidentally bump against your crippled leg.

'You must,' I say as I climb off the bed to get away from you before I really hurt you. My legs are barely under my control. Like my shoulders and fingers they jerk and twitch, making me stumble and grab onto the wall. My knees suddenly give way and I drop to the floor.

'Hiro!'

Without a care for yourself, you drop to the floor beside me with a thud that makes me wince. All I want to do is take your face in my hands but I am scared to touch you with the way I am.

You are not scared, however, as you reach out to take me in your arms.

'No,' I speak. But you do not listen. 'You must shut me-shut me down. I am-I am unpredictable.'

'No. There might be another way.'

'There is-is no way.'

You shake your head. 'I've learned a lot about you, Hiro. I think I might know what's happening with you. It's only a theory, but—' you bite your lip '—it's worth a try. Do you have a HDMI port?'

I nod and pull up my shirt. It is in the same place as my electrical plug.

'Good.' And you grab onto your bed, heaving yourself to your feet.