>2XXX, an age after the advent of android girls
>A large warehouse and manufacturing complex in nowhere, the Midwest
>Andy's All-purpose Androids, a factory and distributor of top quality android girls
>Out in the yard, mechanical maidens sat, walked and chatted, waiting for someone to come and assign them a function
>They talked about new advancements in their industry
>They practiced various functions they might be given based on questionnaires filled out by customers
>And most importantly, in their processors
>They wondered who their new operators might be, what they'd be like, if they were nice
>Each day, one or two of them would be picked up by some person to fulfill some duty
>They would board a truck or car to cheerful, hopeful, and perhaps just a little jealous cheers from their friends in the yard
>And off they would go to their new, exciting destiny
>Today would be no different
>Andy, the man who owned and operated the plant, walked into the yard
>All the hustling and bustling of the android ladies ceased, their eyes on him
>Would today be their day?
>A pin could be heard dropping in the anxious silence that hung in the air
>The red LED's under the synthetic skin on the cheeks of one of the girls gathered around lit up bright as she scrambled to pick up a roll pin that had fallen out of her overclocked heart
>E11A was easily flustered in tense moments like these
"R0-1! M-LE! You're up, girls!"
>The two mentioned were ecstatic, their sturdy, frilly dresses fluttering as they jumped for joy
>Groans of disappointment as well as exclaiming cheers of well wishers echoed in the warehouse
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