A day in the life of Theta

[Dark Seraph]

Atlas park.
Longbow warehouse.

Theta sat in the waiting room, reading a magazine before she was called up, heading into the examination room, she was treated by the familiar red and white form of Tellos. "Greeting a unit Theta, how many we be of assistance today?" He asked, looking over her chart.

Theta pulled her shirt off. "This unit was recently in Cimoria... She was repetitively speared." She waves at several spear wounds on her torso. "She thinks some spear heads might be rattling around in her."

Tallos nodded. "Well remove your bra and we will take a look, again I ask you, would you rather be powered down?"

"This unit would like to be on line, she can disengage her pain receptors thought." She says as she unclips her bra and slides it off.

Tallos nods and gently touches her torso, feeling around the puncture marks in her synthetic flesh. "There is some foreign objects.... Can we remove your synth skin?"

Theta nods as she points to several points where screws held her torso together, Tallos getting a drill with screw bit attachment, carefully detaching the front of her torso, peeling it off and sitting it to one side, his robotic face frowning. "Interesting, I was in aware you had silicon bags for breasts."

"Oh." Theta blushed. "They are auxiliary fuel tanks for this units flame throwers... Steven Berry had to put them there along with fuel tanks in this units rear."

Tallos makes a note on her file. "Highly flammable boobs and ass, got it... But you are lucky, you did receive some wounds to the upper chest, but your tanks where not punctured, it seems the deepest damage was to your abdomen, we will have to replace the playing there." He picks up some long nosed tweezers, reaching into one of the wounds, pulling out a spear heads, the temporal difference between paragon and Cimoria had caused it to rust away.

He placed it in a tray and sighed. "The fact it was still logged in there is not good, the rust doubly so.... Give me a moment." He removes her abdominal plate, exposing wires, servos and hydraulics. Getting a small vacuum cleaner in one hand and his tweezers in the other, he started cleaning out her chaise. "This is quite the mess, you are lucky this did not imper your functions."

It took all Theta had not to giggle at the tickling sensation as she was cleaned out.

Finishing up, Tallos left the room for a bit before returning with a fresh abdominal plate. "Here we go, sadly we only have sealant for your epidermis injuries, we are running low on the alloy they use for your skin, we have had many break ins of late, some one stealing all sorts of units." He starts installing the replacement plate.

Theta waves a hand. "Oh it is okay, this unit can have scars, like a real person."

Tallos rubbed his chin. "I had not thought of it like that, but if you are okay with it."

She nods as he works, helping him reattach her front body plate, making sure her fuel tanks fit into her boobs properly, then waiting as he apples the solvent.

When done, she careful redressed and hopped off the table. "What is the bill?"

Tallos checks his tablet. "Hero corp will cover it, as you where damaged in the line of duty."

She bows to him. "Thank you again." She waves and leaves.

Kings Row.
Theta's Apartment.

"This unit is home." She called as she stepped in the door, dusting snow off her self.

Brad waves from the couch. "How did it go?"

She walks up and gently sits on his lap, hugging him. "Minor repairs, this unit has scars now." She took his hand, sliding it under her shirt to feel.

"Aw, poor baby... Want me to kiss them better."

She laughed. "The solvent is still curing, so no kisses until tomorrow."

Brad sighs. "Awwww, but I want to kiss now."

She grins and kisses his cheek. "This units face is very kissable you know."

He laughs and starts peppering her in kisses as she laughs.