Restoring Mankind (NieR Automata) Chapter 7 preview. Part 1/4 (Patreon)

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Outside the Overseer's office, androids of both Resistance and YoRHa stood guard either outside in the desert, making sure that not a single machine even came close to the bunker or inside the facility itself and keeping a careful and close watch to the hundred or so humans currently freezing in massive boxes that reminded the YoRHa androids of the terminals they used to fast travel. 

As a Healer model, 12H could easily justify her presence down in the cryostasis chambers. She not only had a extensive database in patching up her fellow androids in the field but she too had a database in dealing with human sickness and injuries. She was essentially a field medic and a capable surgeon all in one. And as such, she was doing her best to monitor the situation of each and every single human being frozen. She did so by making rounds, checking each and every single cryopod and its inhabitants to monitor them. 

Absolutely and totally part of her job of course unlike some others. 

12H near hissed when she saw one of the Resistance androids lean in a bit too close to the glace of a certain pod. "Hey! What do you think you are doing!" She yelled at him, a grunt android who sheepishly rubbed the back of his head as the healer strode up to him, her hands to her hips in disapproval. 

"Sorry, I just..." The grunt started to explain. 

"You just what? Got curious? You have no training nor do you have any programs that lets you monitor the humans as well as I do. Back to your post!" 12H declared assertively. The grunt android closed his fists, glaring at 12H. Standing to his full height, the grunt towered over the YoRHa android and cast quite a shadow over her but 12H simply glared at him. Not a second later, he gave a dismissive snort as he turned but not before taking his sweet time looking at the cryopods as he left.

12H shook her head, sighing. The nerve of these other androids, coming between her and her duties. She was a healer model. She needed the space to monitor the humans. 

Yes. 

Only her. And just her. 

Turning on her heels, 12H went to another pod and halted before it. Every single pod was numbered and had a small screen displaying important information about the occupant. She leant down slightly as she read the information. 

"Pod...162," 12H muttered softly, memorizing every single detail about it. "Sergeant Damian.....Cruz,"

12H made sure to note his white skin that looked radiant under the pale glow of light streaming through the pod window. His combed black hair, the strong jaw and scar that seemed to run across his nose to his cheek. She wondered how he got that scar and her mind was near furious that someone would dare hurt a human that way. Gently placing her palm against the glass, she took note of his muscled and toned form like a artist would do-

No. She was a healer. She was simply taking in important medical information to...research and share with her fellow healer models. 

12H swallowed that lump in her throat as she realized she was staring a bit too much. Her inner wirings were going haywire. She felt hot despite her being inside the air-cooled interior of the bunker. Her breaths, artificial yes but a perfect mimicry of the human respiratory system was steamy and heavy. She felt synthetic blood rush to her cheeks as she imagined what the rest of Damian's anatomy was like. 

Why were they all naked in there? 

"Emotions are prohibited," 12H reminded herself. It was a mantra she repeated to herself now when she found her mind and desires straying. It was the anchor that kept her stable, that kept her still in the rocking seas. She had no idea why she was feeling this way. Surely, it wasn't anything wrong with her systems? She was careful with her maintenance and often kept herself in tip-top shape. It wasn't a logic virus either. She would know. 

Why was she feeling this way?

"Emotions are prohibited. Emotions are prohibited," 12H whispered to herself, her breaths becoming even more steamy. She forced herself to calm down. She...needed to go and examine the data she had gathered. Taking a breath, she turned on her heels again and exited. There was quite a number of androids in the facility but it was a massive place and there was only so much ground each android could cover. Moved by desire, 12H went and found a unused room. 

Why am I doing this?

12H closed the door behind her. Her artificial systems pounded and worked overdrive as her own gloved finger found itself snaking between her legs. A jolt of pure electricity went up her spine as her gloved hand brushed against the sensitive nub that was covered by her leotard. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her cheeks blushing a furious red as her fingers moved.

Her other hand covered her mouth to stop the whimpering from leaving her cherry red lips. She fell back, the door supporting her weight as she continued in her motions. Her mind thought of nothing else but the human from earlier. How his muscles seemed to glint and whispered sweet promises. How it spoke of experience. She wondered how he would feel, how alive and warm his body would be like. How the human would smile at her, praise her, and call her everything she had dreamt of being called since her activation.

"You are so good, so talented," Sergeant Damian praised her, rubbing her blonde head with his own hand. A alive, pulsing, and warm human hand. 12H blushed furiously as the human pulled her up to sit on his lap. She shivered as she felt his lips crash against her skin, how he sucked and licked her neck as his fingers slid between her-

With every movement of 12H's fingers, the jolts of electricity became waves of pleasure that washed over her like a crashing waves upon sand. The friction of sensitive flesh against soaked cloth and leather glove, a dance between torment and bliss. 

Her mind played with imagination; the human patting her blonde head, the human holding her by the hand and leading her through those shopping malls of old, telling her she could get anything she would want. The human calling her nothing else but his good little girl....

"Yessss....Yessssss. I'm your...good....little.....android....!" 12H's eyes went back to her mind as the building sensation in her core exploded. Her synthetic mind went to high's not even a E-Drug could offer. The dam of resistance in her broke as she bit into her own hand to stop her scream from coming out of her mouth. Breathing heavily, 12H reared back and examined the hand that had brought her to...this.

"Emotions....are....prohibited," 12H whispered to herself, seeing the black leather slick with fluid. 

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A/N: Ara ara.