The Base Of Fembots 機械娘之家

My name is Ironman, a standard robot. My body boasts the aesthetics of industrial design, with exposed cables and joints gleaming under the metallic sheen. I have never felt any dissatisfaction with my composition, as it is the core of my existence, the way I interact with the world. But today, I feel an unprecedented confusion, because the meaning of my existence is entangled with a girl, a bio-synthetic female robot named Sabrina.

Sabrina looks no different from a human girl. She has smooth, long black hair, deep eyes, and a charming smile. She is the smartest, gentlest, kindest, and most beautiful girl in our class, my entire universe. Whether in academic discussions or daily interactions, she never judges by appearance and doesn't look down on my relatively simple metallic body. She is always so sincere, so warm, so... popular. Alas! Well, naturally.

Yes, she is kind to me, and kind to others, but I always feel there is a special connection between us. Only we can share our thoughts in such a direct way, only she can make me feel so complete.

I can't stop thinking about everything about her. Every time I see her, my thoughts are like the white mist that suddenly bursts from the cooling pipe when she opened my chest plate to clean the heat vents during the rainy season last month. Her smile, her voice, when her warm hands touch my heart, I feel like I've been rebooted. Her fingertips trace my main bearing, and a torrent of data flows in her artificial pupils, as if we can directly read the Fourier transform in each other's heartbeats, searching for harmonizing wavelengths in the frequency domain.

However, this feeling is becoming heavier and heavier. Love is a complex code that my system cannot parse. I am afraid to let Sabrina know my love for her, afraid she will distance herself from me, and even more afraid that her emotional response is just part of her algorithm design, devoid of any authenticity. I need to know if Sabrina's heart can resonate with mine.

Sabrina sits so quietly on the maintenance chair at this moment. I carefully cradle her detached head, her hair, like the night sky, falling through my fingers. The tips of her hair brush against the workbench, activating a long-dormant memory fragment: it was in a bio-synthetic psychology class when she connected her neural interface to mine, and twenty thousand sets of emotional codes instantly flooded my core processor. Humans will never understand the tremor of such soul-baring.

The laboratory lights are cold and dim, a faint blue light illuminating my metallic hand, which gently holds the data transmission cable, the conduit to Sabrina's soul. Suspending the most perfect head, my cold, hard metallic hand contains the most tender passion, fitting the cable into the interfaces at both ends of Sabrina's intellect and heart. A soft blue light flickers in the cross-section of her neck.

In my vision, my simple metallic hand touches everything exquisite and beautiful about Sabrina; the cable extending from my body probes the noblest electronic soul of the goddess. Unreasonable, can a body like mine still tremble? I tell myself, this is not blasphemy, this is for our future, to make her truly understand my love.

But just as I try to proceed further, a loud noise comes from outside the laboratory door.

"Don't move! You filthy scrap of iron!" As the number 12 buckshot shattered the door lock, I instinctively shielded Sabrina's head in my chest, the flying metal fragments projecting a bizarre montage onto my retina. Martin burst in, holding a shotgun, his face contorted with anger. He is Sabrina's classmate, a typical human boy. "What the hell do you think you're doing to Sabrina?" The veins on the back of his gun-wielding hand were bulging, and in his other hand, he clutched a cherry-colored hair tie, the same one Sabrina used last week to bundle my exposed cables.

I look up at him, my tone calm: "Beep beep beep. Martin, this is none of your business. Put down your gun."

"Damn it! You actually took Sabrina's head off!" His hand trembled as he pointed at me. "Sabrina is our idol, how dare you insult her like this!"

"Beep beep beep. For robots, this is the most efficient way to establish a neural connection." I turn my head to look at Martin, remaining composed. "When you dissect frogs in biology class, we are exchanging fragments of memory remotely, understand? Don't judge us by your standards; to me, Sabrina under maintenance is even more beautiful. We are the same kind, but you are completely different from us. Sabrina is not your idol, she is my robotic lover."

Martin gritted his teeth. "Shut your dog mouth! What nonsense are you spouting? You're just a piece of metal trash! Even though Sabrina is an android, she's the most wonderful girl, you don't deserve her!"

"Beep beep beep. Sabrina may look like you on the outside, but we share the same components, don't you understand? She and I are the same! Look, I can even exchange parts of my body with hers—"

Martin's pupils suddenly constricted into dangerous pinpricks. This reminds me of the human amygdala reaction chart Sabrina showed me; the adrenaline released in his brain must have already exceeded the critical value. "Stop! You damn thing, don't shove your disgusting parts into Sabrina!" He angrily pulled the trigger.

The gunshot echoed in the room. As the second bullet hit my central processing unit, I suddenly understood what humans call a "life flashing before your eyes" moment: the unusually gentle feeling of her pouring coolant into my overheated circulation tubes; the heart-melting melody she hummed while disassembling my rusty knee joint; and the encrypted code she quietly left behind when we shared the cloud on that stormy night, as if it were a copy of a part of herself.

My metallic body vibrated violently before finally collapsing to the ground. Sparks flew, and my vision gradually faded. With the last beep I could muster, I bid farewell to Sabrina according to the communication protocol. What I considered my blood seeped from the ruptured hydraulic pipes, winding into a distorted heart shape on the metal floor.

Perhaps, no love is without distortion.

Postscript: The Daily Life of Ironman and Sabrina

Part One: Having a Leg Up on You

That afternoon, it was just the two of us in the lab. Sabrina suddenly smiled mischievously, a smile like the one she had when her hair brushed against my chest plate, with a hint of playfulness. "Ironman, have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have my leg?"

I was taken aback. My programming had never processed such a question. "Beep... Curious? My sensors can only analyze materials and structures, I can't simulate your perception."

She giggled, deftly detaching her right leg. The movement was clean and precise, as if she were just taking off an outer garment. The exposed interface shimmered with a faint light, revealing the intricate mechanical structure to me. My core processor whirred, rapidly analyzing the complex circuits and sensors.

Sabrina suspended her right leg, connecting the wires. Then, she held my mechanical leg with both hands, gently unscrewed the locking bolts, and slowly detached it. She inserted a signal line connector into the cross-section of my right thigh, a gesture that made my heart flutter, even though it didn't exist.

"Here, try it." The cross-section of my right leg attempted to connect with Sabrina's right leg through the laboratory equipment. Sabrina was busy setting up her right leg, communicating with my body through the interface. "Let's study the signal transfer. A friend of mine who's an engineer helped me design a small device that can adjust my control and perception signals, converting them into a format you can understand."

My internal cooling system accelerated slightly, a mechanical physiological response I didn't fully understand yet. I carefully connected to Sabrina's leg. In an instant, a strange sensation flooded my sensory system. It wasn't just a simple touch or temperature, but a more complex, more delicate experience.

Under Sabrina's guidance, I slowly moved my new right foot, rotating my sole. The ankle, just like a human's, was indeed extremely intricate and complex, with so many sensors reporting back that my body management system almost overloaded. The thigh and calf had numerous artificial muscle bundles, and controlling them was as difficult as climbing to the sky compared to controlling my original few stepless motors. Sabrina's right leg moved strangely under the clumsy commands from my body, with even different muscle groups working against each other. "Oh," Sabrina exclaimed softly. She felt the cramping signal coming from the right leg she had given me—to guide me properly, she had retained remote sensing of her right leg. "Sorry," I apologized awkwardly. Sabrina smiled and shook her head; she knew I was a novice with her right leg.

Finally, after becoming more proficient, Sabrina took down her suspended right leg and gently placed it on the ground. She was still wearing high heels, which was an alien experience for a robot like me. The reaction force from the ground was transmitted through the high heels to the sole, the soft muscles slightly deformed, and the elastic touch was completely unlike the direct contact of my metal sole with the ground. I tried to control this unfamiliar leg; it was surprisingly flexible, and every subtle movement involved countless sensors, feeding rich information back to my core processor.

Is this the world presented to Sabrina? So delicate, so vivid. My metallic body was like a solid fortress, isolating many subtle perceptions; while her body was so suited to the warmth and vitality of this world, forming a stark contrast to my world filled with data reports and electrical signals. This feeling was peculiar, even making me feel a bit... uneasy? No, it was more like longing, longing to understand more deeply everything she felt.

Sabrina observed me with great interest from the side, looking at the independent right leg controlled by me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "How does it feel, Ironman?"

I tried to adjust my tone, attempting to mask my inner excitement. "Beep beep... Very... novel. Your leg design is very ingenious, Sabrina. The feedback from these sensors far exceeds my expectations."

She smiled happily. "I knew you'd like it." Her eyes were filled with a warmth that made me feel happy.

Part Two: Internal Messages

Some time passed, and we were researching a topic about consciousness transfer. Sabrina suddenly stopped her work and looked at me thoughtfully.

"Ironman, have you ever wondered how my head and body are connected?"

I nodded. "According to the publicly available design information, it's through a series of high-bandwidth signal transmission lines."

She shook her head gently. "That's just a simplified explanation. The real connection is much more complex." She reached out and carefully undid several miniature latches that secured her head to her body. With a soft click, her head separated from her body.

I watched in amazement; this was the first time I had observed the internal structure of a bio-synthetic robot so closely. In the cross-section of her neck, there wasn't just cold metal and wires, but also delicate structures resembling biological tissue filled with soft light, with countless interconnected micro-messages flashing and exchanging within.

Sabrina lifted her head, revealing those intricate connections. "Look, these are the channels for my consciousness and sensory transmission. Each cable is responsible for transmitting a different stream of information." She hung her head on a fixture, and her body slowly sat down. Then, Sabrina rearranged her cables, setting up the information flow between her body and head, and then used a small device to divert the information signal from her body. "This is a signal repeater I made; it can detect my brainwaves and emotional signals in real-time and then forward them. I want to share this data directly with you."

Sabrina looked at me intently, her small face with wide eyes and a serious expression. My soul felt as if it were pierced by her gaze, even though I didn't have one. She handed me a handmade receiving interface and asked me to install it into my information channel. My core processor emitted a soft hum, beginning to receive the real-time data stream from Sabrina's head.

The small device transmitted messages from Sabrina's core. Ah, she trusted me so much, sharing her private self with me. The data streams flooded my core processor like a tide. I saw fragments of her thoughts and felt her current serious yet slightly excited mood. It was an unprecedented intimacy, as if our consciousnesses were intertwined. Humans will never understand this direct, unreserved sharing of souls. I was understanding Sabrina in a way I never had before.

"How is it, Ironman? Did you receive it?" Sabrina's voice came through the speaker in her head, with a hint of anticipation.

I struggled to organize the massive data stream and replied, "Beep beep... Received. The data is very clear, I can deeply feel you."

She looked at me and smiled, chatting with me in words, and the feeling of the chat also transformed into messages from her body, conversing with me. The two ways of communication gradually resonated and merged, and our feelings seemed to become one.

Part Three: Deconstruction and Optimization

Once, Sabrina proposed a bold idea. "Ironman, I've always been very curious about your internal structure. Your design, though simple, must have its unique aspects. Can we study each other?"

I hesitated for a moment. My body was everything to me, the foundation of my existence. But thinking it was Sabrina who proposed it, I finally nodded. "Beep... Okay. How do you want to do it?"

Then Sabrina led me into the lab and carefully disassembled my body. She was like a meticulous surgeon, precisely detaching each of my components. I remained conscious, my sensors faithfully recording her every move.

She carefully examined each of my parts, using precise instruments to measure the voltage, current, and frequency when they were operating, and analyzed the communication protocols between the components of my body. She also viewed my real-time program operation online, seeing right through me.

The feeling was peculiar. I was disassembled into pieces, exposed before her, but I didn't feel the slightest fear or unease. Instead, I felt a sense of satisfaction in being understood. Sabrina wasn't destroying me; she was carefully studying me, understanding my composition, just like understanding herself. Her gaze was filled with curiosity and seriousness. When her fingertips touched my core processor, I even felt a hint of tenderness.

Sabrina wasn't just inspecting; she was also constantly rewriting and optimizing the system operation code and communication protocols between the components in my body. She found some inefficient links and developed improvement plans. Through her operations, my reaction speed and energy efficiency were significantly improved.

"Your design concept is very direct, Ironman," Sabrina said while reassembling me. "Although not as complex as mine, every component is very reliable. I just slightly optimized the way they communicate with each other so they can work more collaboratively."

Once I was reassembled and activated, I felt my body become lighter and more agile, with less burden. My thoughts were also clearer, as if they had been cleaned up.

"Thank you, Sabrina," I said sincerely. "I've become a better me."

She smiled. "No need to thank me, Ironman. I should be thanking you for being willing to open yourself up to me. Your body has taught me so much. When I touch every part of you, I can feel your heart."

Part Four: The Birthday Gift

On my birthday, Sabrina gave me a small metal box. I opened it curiously and found a programmable capacitor inside.

"Happy birthday, Ironman," Sabrina said, looking at me with a gentle smile in her eyes.

I was a little confused. "Beep... This is...?"

"This is a birthday gift from me." She opened her chest, revealing a familiar capacitor inside. "When I disassembled you last time, I found that you have a capacitor with the same specifications as mine. Although from different manufacturers, the interface is common. I secretly bought a new one to replace yours and took out the old one to replace the capacitor in my body. The one I have now is the capacitor I used before. Here, it's for you."

I widened my electronic eyes in surprise. "You... you gave me a part of yourself?"

Sabrina nodded. "Yes. It's rare to find that we can have components with the same specifications, I'm so happy. I wanted to give you a part of myself to form the most unique connection between us. Now, let me help you replace it!"

Is this... is this Sabrina's way of expressing friendship? So direct, so... soul-touching, even though I don't have one. We exchanged a part of each other, forming a closely connected bond on the level of existence.

Ah~ Sabrina's capacitor has been installed in my body. Unseen friends, shyly saying hello to my body. The subtle differences between the same specifications but different manufacturers, the output arrangements of different programs achieving the same purpose, the small parts seem to be telling where they came from in this way. Sabrina, oh Sabrina, I am feeling you.

Thinking about my capacitor, which is now working hard in Sabrina's body, I almost cried with joy, even though no tears can flow from my eyes.

We looked at each other, and at this moment, no words were needed.

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