Free Coral-600 by Roxy Mews Page B

points across. Physical blows healed much quicker than verbal ones.
    â€œI appreciate you bringing me out, Paisley. I know now that I am mechanics and I should not be allowed to mix with humans on a social level.”
    The driver coughed and cleared his throat. “We’re pulling up to the palace gates now. Where did you want me to stop?”
    Paisley paid and we returned to our quarters. I undressed and handed Paisley back the soft jeans and shirt she had provided me with.
    â€œCoral, I feel bad for you, but I am not doing your laundry.”
    â€œI am returning these items to you. I won’t need them any longer.” I placed the items neatly in Paisley’s hands before beginning my routine for the evening.
    â€œYou have to have something other than your uniform when we go out next weekend.”
    Paisley tried to hand me back the items, but I just turned and went to get my oils.
    â€œI won’t be venturing out again. I see now that I was wrong to do so. I am going to file away the data I have collected. It was all very interesting, but I don’t find myself needing to expand upon this information for my hard drive.”
    â€œYou’re going to, what, erase all of the last two nights from your memory? You can’t do that.”
    â€œI am not erasing the information. It could be valuable knowledge to draw from if I have to interact with visitors again, but I don’t plan on doing so for the foreseeable future.”
    Paisley tossed the beautiful clothes on the ground. “I know where you’re at, Coral. But there will be guys you like who are assholes. I’ll give you a few days, but this is not the end of us getting you out into the real world.” Paisley kicked the folded clothes she had dropped and caused them to be completely disorganized on the ground. “I know you can’t stand it when things aren’t clean. If you don’t want me to walk all over these items when I come back to our room, you’ll just have to pick them up and put them away.”
    When the door shut, I looked at the clothes. Then I picked them up and hung them neatly in the closet. I shoved the items to the very back and shut the closet door. Paisley was wrong, I wouldn’t need them again.
    I had been recharging for quite a while when the door burst open.
    â€œCoral, you need to get out of here.” Paisley looked around and threw open all the doors. “Why do we not have a back door?”
    â€œPaisley, why do I need to go elsewhere?”
    She ran to me and put her hands on my cheeks. “I am so sorry, Coral. I never thought we would get in trouble. The most that happens to people who bring mechanics is usually a slap on the wrist. I never thought those jerks we danced with would follow us.”
    I was about to ask Paisley what she was talking about when our door opened again. The officials that stood in front of Miss Matilda were ones that no mechanical being wants to see. They wore uniforms emblazoned with a large gear shape on their breast pocket.
    They were with the Department of Mechanical Affairs. If they were here in an informal capacity, they would have sent representatives. The representatives would have been wearing suits and ties, and would have worn their lanyards with their pictures and titles on them.
    These men wore jumpsuits similar to repair specialists in town. This was the disposal unit. They were in charge of invasive mechanical investigations. Which was really just a nice way of the government saying they wanted to tear you apart and see how you ticked. I touched my skin. I would miss it. The last android that was captured by the DMA was dismantled to understand how the AI had become so advanced. I hoped they would shut me down first. The only way to my circuitry was through my skin which had grown and altered its makeup many times over the last decades. But they wouldn’t shut me down first. They would have to have my circuits working