Chapter 8

I frankly was starting to see the overwhelming devotion the androids had towards me when I told them I had to move and use the restroom they offered to help... Ok being fussed over while snuggling is one thing, but a man's toilet is his sanctuary.

A toilet is where a man collects his thoughts on whether he is going to marry his girl, divorce his girl, what to get family for holidays. Basically, any decent thought process for me either takes place in the shower or on the toilet as it's simply the most comfortable place with literally zero social pressure on you except to flush said toilet when you're done.

I decided that I needed to set some ground rules lest I end up tied to a bed and not in a fun way.

"Ok, girls so I feel the need to tell you that I am not so fragile to need help in the bathroom," I said and it didn't look like they were all too convinced, to be honest.

A2 was still lying on the bed with E6 sitting on the edge and I had a very strong 'suspicion' that I would be cocooned within their grasp again should I let my guard down and sit/lay down upon my cot.

Thankfully the bunker had a couch, and I knew it was checkmate as the couch had three cushions for people to sit on and the middle one was the only one free with the twins sitting on both sides of the couch, as I looked around, I saw on the only other chair in the bunker was occupied by the android pods and some supplies they brought so there was no free room out of the android's grubby hands.

I rolled my eyes as I sat down in the middle of the couch and before my back could even hit the back of the couch each of my hands was taken by one of the android twins who cupped them gently and almost seemed to be studying the cracks in my skin and the smallest imperfections.

Popola on my left held my hand tighter as she whispered. "How did you get this scar..." She was pointing at a decent-sized scare I had on my ring finger.

"Oh Yeah, I got that when I was replacing the saw on a CNC Mill, when I put it on the machine was set to go off at a certain time and well." I shrugged as I was just happy the jerky machine didn't actually take off said finger and it just scratched the bone when it booted up when I was an idiotic kid who just wanted to help his dad in his workshop.

E6 then freaked me out when she growled. "Where's that machine... Me and A2 will destroy it for daring to harm its creator when he was so kindly trying to care for it."

Girl chill...

Wait... That damn mill is still in the storage section still.

For a moment my mind was filled with that episode of Family Guy with Stewie and Brian destroying that Bird song record in Family Guy, or that Ted movie where they likewise destroy that laptop. The only difference is that these androids were likely to involve a lot more screaming, and flailing swords. and gunfire.

"It's been decommissioned for a long while." I evaded and before they could continue as they were already able to see I was evading I kept up my prior words. "Ok, girls look I am not that fragile not to mention I need to work in the surrounding area to make it habitable for me long term."

They all shared a look as they couldn't help agreeing that this tidal-locked world needed a bit more care to be livable as the moment, I ran out of supplies was the time I was going to starve as they certainly didn't have any food for me.

E6 questioned her pod verbally so we all could hear though I think it was more towards me seeing as I had no way of getting electronic messages beamed from space.

"Commander, are there any android models that specialize in animal and plant care?" I highly doubt there is a farmer android...

The pod crackled harshly for several moments making E6 freeze before she whirled on me. "Jake go in the death box... There are machines in the vicinity."

Yeah, the death box... Sometimes I hate how paranoid my father was growing up in the Cold War he was terrified of the radiation of nuclear bombs so within the bunker there was one of those small closet-sized metal boxes people would crawl into if there was a tornado, but the thing was this one only had three things inside of it other than a light and bench to sit on.

The reason it was called the death box was the pistol kept next to next to the Gieger counter and a bottle of French wine my great-grandfather brought home as a war trophy so if there was radiation well...

Frankly, I used to think it was creepy as shit and it only took my older brother once to lock me in it as a dare by a friend for me to fucking hate the damn thing and the next morning when he remembered he locked me in here as he was drunk, I broke his nose.

"I am not getting in that fucking thing," I said cheerfully making all the androids stutter in place as I grabbed my submachine gun. Even if the bullets are practically worthless on their thick metal frames, they are still a distraction.

Before I could convince them otherwise, I heard a loud 'Brrign' noise that sounded so much like the sound of a gun-ship laying waste to any unfortunate targets in their strike zone.

E6 stuttered in place as we all looked at her in concern, but her pod answered as she relaxed. "A large machine colony is passing through this section of the city to reach the desert and meet up with the greater colonies of machine lifeforms there. YoRHa airships are also currently en route along with using the machine presence to disguise the arrival of several more androids that will be staying here to provide support." This time it was the pod's artificial voice and didn't seem to be one of the YoRHa operators speaking through it.

"So, we are fine here?" I asked breathing a sigh of relief at not having to get in that claustrophobic hellhole.

Devola and Popola obviously seeing how stressed I was at the thought of getting in that structure pulled me back into the couch.

"You won't be getting in the storm shelter Jake don't worry." They whispered and soon enough after hugging Devola and trying in vain to straighten her hair with my hands I relaxed with the activity.

With Popola hugging my back and Devola on my chest I suppose she wanted to copy her sister who was giving me a shoulder massage after checking my wound and started messaging my thighs and low and behold when hot redheaded twins are all over you what happens?

"Uhm Jake, is this for me?" Devola whispered feeling my manhood rising through my pajama bottoms and as she grasped it E6 and A2 coughed loudly as they stood up from the cot.