Talk:Automaton/@comment-26948680-20170418225801/@comment-27800590-20170522013156

Well, there's only one thing to do. I walk around to the alley behind my house and grab the automaton sitting next to the dumpster there. I take her inside, run her a bath, and get the smell of trash off of her. Then I dry her off and take her to the garage, where all my tools are.

She's got a few cracks and chips, most of it's a simple weld job to close the cracks, after each weld the spot fades and smooths itself to look like a scar. The chips I just try to buff the rough edges off and smooth them over. With all that done I ask her name.

"I... Do not want my former designation. Please give me a new designation." She looks at me intently.

"Um... okay. How about Annie?" She nods, and approaches me. Wrapping her arms around me, she kisses me firmly on the lips. The kiss is intense, and quickly over. As she steps away from me her lips twist into the slightest hint of a smile.

"Annie, at your service master." With a smile I tell her to just make herself at home. That... may have not been the best thing to say, since she starts kissing me and removing my clothes. We end up busy for the rest of the day, and even when we're not being intimate she stubbornly stands at my side. Best. Newspaper. Ever.