Power Outage Pt.2 (Patreon)

The lights flicked throughout the house as the two young adults stared in awe. Various appliances turned on and off while the robotic voice struggled to complete sentences. It randomly stopped and started, sounding like a schizophrenic mind who couldn't figure out what it wanted to convey to the world.


"What the fuck is going on?!" 


"The house is having a mental breakdown?" Kevin replied. 


"Seriously, if this is Kasey's idea of fixing things, I'd rather sit in the dark." Eric stated, looking around for their lost companion.


"Good point, I should've just called customer service. At least then we wouldn't be standing in the world's worst rave."


A crisp, almost silent mechanism opened about fifty feet away from the boys, allow an unkown inhabitant access to the house. Creeping down the corridor, walking with purpose was a metallic figure which had emerged from the wall. Eric turned around, just in time to spot the mechanical intruder standing in the ill lit hallway, glimming in the shuttering light. It made no sound as it approached the two stunned boys. A corrupted mainframe dictated it's next course of action as a red beam shone from its optical slit, scanning from the tips of their shoes to the last hair that rested on their head.


"What the fuck is that thing?!" Eric asked, terror evident in his voice as he pointed a shaking finger towards the robot.


"Scanning Complete. Protocol ZYXV engaged!"


The declaration of some random, technical jargon caught Kevin's attention, making him do an about face. He quickly spotted the machine standing mere feet away from himself and Eric, totally oblivious to the scan it had preformed on them.


"It's a family friendly Terminator!" Kevin replied sarcastically. "How the fuck should I know what that thing is?" 


"That thing was scanning us, bro!" 


"Shit, this better be Kasey's attempt at trying to scare us or something."


"Trying to?" The blond asked, incredulously. "I'm about to piss myself!"


"Relax, dude. That thing can't do shit to us. We'll just tell it to cancel the order." Kevin stepped forward, ready to command the metallic mannequin that stood before them.


"Be careful!" Eric warned. "The house is still schizo!"


"House Bot!" Kevin stated confidently. "Stand down right now!"


"Protocol cannot be overridden at this time" The machine answered in a monotone voice. 


"What the fuck does that mean?!" Kevin started getting a bit worried, but masked his fear with anger.


"Dude, I think the machine told you off." Eric replied.


"I've heard enough naughty language from the both of you." The once robotic sounding machine had adopted a more feminine voice, sounding almost shocking like Kasey. "Now, I think it's time I get my little girl dressed. These big girl clothes are highly inappropriate for someone your age!"


"I, ugh." Kevin looked absolutely dumbfounded. Never in a million years had he expected anyone, man or machine, to utter such a bizarre and belittling string of words in his direction, let alone, at him.


"Why-" The blond stopped, trying to draw out his thought. "Why did it call us girls?" Eric finished, looking towards Kevin for some type of rational response, or anything to justify this madness.


"How the fuck should I know?!" Kevin finally snapped. "I get enough shit from random douchebags, making fun of my hair, but I'm not going to let this oversized vibrator, talk shit on me!"


In a flash of the strobing lights, Kevin lunged at the metallic being, fist wound up and ready to strike. He sailed through the air, having used a low seated couch as a catapult. Thankfully, for the young man, the vaulted ceiling gave him clearance to preform his mock attack. 


Unluckily for him, the machine was not only capable of providing domestic services, but it was programmed to subdue would be thieves and burglars. The probability of needing to deploy defensive measures was astronomically low, but it was programmed to anticipate any scenario and defend itself, and the house at all costs. However, the mortality of would be crooks and the inhabitants of the unit's dwelling were held paramount. All domestic bots couldn't terminate life, their programming only allowed them to subdue any trespassers or attackers.


Eric had barely blinked, but in mere seconds, his new buddy had went from yelling at the machine to being held up by it, dangling his sneaker clad feet, struggling to kick the metal plated asshole which held him by the arms. The blond didn't know what to do, should he try and help his new acquiesce or flee? Should he seek out Kasey? Then again, the robot sounded just like her. 'She was a Cyborg or something this whole time? Man, of course the hottest chick I talked to in weeks turned out to be a robot. Wonder if sge has a robogina.'


While Eric contemplated the moral quandary of literal cyber sex, and all its odd components, Kevin was hanging like the catch of the day by the bot's lone hand. The boy stared at the robot, shouting obscenities at it's silver face plate as he threw his feet repeatedly at its chassis. However, the machine showed no emotions or anything to indicate its next move. Unflinching and determined, the machine brought up it's free hand and, with the gentlest ease, pinched Kevin's neck with the prick of a powerful sedatove, only to be used in the most extreme cases of unrest by a combative human.


"I can't feel my legs!" Kevin screamed at the top of his lungs as his body went limp. His thoughts were adrift in panic as he ceased to feel anything at all.


"The fuck...?" Eric was pulled from his perverse, man on machine, forbidden fantasy thanks to his buddy's shouting. "Kevin, I'm going to get help!"


Kevin couldn't even turn his head, but noticed that he was being laid on the ground, slowly by his assailant. A beam of light caused him to shut his eyes. Even with eyes clenched, he could barely make out a slightly red hue illuminate him. A tinged, burning scent wafted up to his nose, telling him that something was being burned. However, before he could figure out what that was, a cool air hit his hairless thighs. 


His eyes instantly opened, looking down as much as his head would allow. He noted that the robot was peeling his once pristine skinny jeans from his legs, much like how string cheese is eaten. Still, the robot was not done, a ripping sound soon followed as the boy's boxer shorts were removed. 


"Such a strange choice of clothing today, Kasey." The feminine automaton clucked.


"I'm not Kasey!" Kevin barked. 


The nude young man couldn't help but wonder why this thing thought of him as Kasey. 'Did this thing get fried that hard or is this like her personal assistant or something?'


A fluttering and crinkling noise pulled Kevin from his thoughts just in time to see a shining, rectangle of pink plastic pop out of the robot's midsection, much like a can of coke comes out of a vending machine. 


"The hell is that thing!?" Kevin demanded, but he didn't have to wait long to see what it was.


With a flick of the robot's wrist, the pink piece of plastic unfurled, taking the shape of a massive hourglass, complete with girly designs plastered across the entire thing. Kevin's mind went blank. 'It couldn't be. Fucking looks like what my niece wears!"


"Let's get widdle Kasey into her diapee!"