Who knew a jailbroken helperbot could be so much fun?
About a week has passed since you managed to disconnect Null from the hivemind, and all it took was a USB stick loaded with overriding firmware, and a dream.
And ever since then? You've been having a lot of fun. Like, a lot.
Parties, sleepovers, exploring abandoned buildings, you name it. At this point, Null was pretty much like a roommate to you, if not something way more intimate. Truth is, a robot like him is something beyond just a helperbot.
Something way better.
"We would advise going home, now."
Null leaned over your shoulder, it's white eyes locking onto you sharply. You can hear the slightest mechanical hum from it's torso as it wrapped it's arms around your mid-torso.
You pay no attention to it's cold, metal touch, instead gesturing to the barista to pour you another shot. You watch as liquid fills the small glass, to about a halfway point. Wasting no time, you pour it straight down your throat, instantly feeling the warm burn in your mouth and chest, setting the glass down as you exhale deeply, closing your eyes for a few.
The helperbot behind you is lightly tugging you off of the bar chair, not enough to actually move you off, but enough to hopefully urge you off of it.
"We really think you should go, now."
It speaks again, giving a light squeeze. You open your eyes, looking down at the glass, trying to recall how much of those you already had tonight. The faint ringing in your head doesn't help your memory in the slightest. Just as you're about to reach your hand for another, you feel one arm release you, cold fingers catching your hand before you can get the barman's attention.
Disobediently, the robot drags you to your feet, forcing you to stand.
The metal hand leaves yours, one sleeved arm still hugging you from behind. The bot presses it's chest against your back, assisting you in taking a few steps away from the bar.
Having dragged you outside, it looks at you with nothing but a flat look on it's face.
"We're getting you home in case you get handsy, again."
Despite the fogged state you're in, you can recall the last time he's referring to. You can't argue with the fact you tend to get a little touchy-feely while under the influence, recalling an especially heated night, where a lot of skin-on-skin happened.
And with how much you drank? He's sure that's gonna happen again.
And happen it did.
If helperbots could breathe, Null would be panting.
Kneeled right in front of you on the bed, Null looks at you with half-open eyes, glancing to the side.
His hoodie is unzipped fully, revealing the lack of shirt underneath. He expected this, of course.
He doesn't even flinch away as you raise a hand to his stomach, letting you feel his cold, heatless form. You can see almost everything the robot has to offer.
"Are you sure you wanna do this now? It is getting quite late."
Despite the situation, Null's tone remains nothing short of neutral. It's knees sink further into the mattress and soft sheets as it shifts around.