What Should I Do with an OO Robot I Found?

The post-interstellar era. A wasteland after the apocalypse.

One evening at sunset, a little beauty pedaled a garbage cart down the street, picking through trash, and found a broken robot.

The robot was handsome, a cool guy with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and a tall frame. Now, though, it had only one arm and one leg left, and even the parts inside its belly had been stripped out.

The little beauty weighed it in his hands, eyes shining. "It's so heavy, I can definitely sell it for a good price!"

So he huffed and puffed as he hauled the robot home.

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The robot woke up, and the little beauty saw that it had a pair of emerald-green eyes, like the clearest, most mysterious cat's eyes from before the world was polluted.

The little beauty: I could sell it and buy ten strawberry cakes. (Getting restless.jpg)

He had planned to take the robot apart, but then he discovered it could generate heat, making it perfect for warming the bed. That was incredibly useful on a garbage planet with extreme differences between daytime and nighttime temperatures, so he decided to keep it until its power ran out before selling it.

But the longer he kept it, the more reluctant he was to part with it. The robot was also skilled at all kinds of housework, and once its leg was reattached, it could even help pedal the garbage cart... It was practically made for home life.

The little beauty thought he'd found a smart home robot, until one day its programming glitched. It pinned the little beauty down with shameless abandon, its eyes and brows flushed an unusual red, and it murmured all sorts of filthy things.

That's when he broke down and realized it was an OO robot!

The little beauty, with his lifeline in its grasp, turned red in the face: "Don't come any closer!"

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Later, the little beauty went and picked up a cyber cock, trying to use his own hands to set free the natural cock that had been rubbed red and swollen.

Later still, the little beauty repaired the robot, and the two of them lived happily, supporting themselves by scavenging.

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Melancholy, dashing little beauty X tough, uninhibited cool guy

Down-on-his-luck second-rate musician X former boxer, now an OO robot

And flowers will bloom upon the earth,

And glorious, immortal things will come one after another.

John Keats

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Reader's notes:

1. The blurb should make it clear that this is a very silly, naive story, with a distinctly poor-person's vibe and the author's bizarre idea of cute.

2. It's short, a bedtime fairy tale.

Theme: I'll scavenge to keep you fed.