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Something rippled around her. It wasn't a sound. It was more of a texture, a movement, a local gravitational instability, a color. It felt like laughter. You didn't have to say it like that, [SecUnit] said, and it was pure relief to know it wasn't upset. It was joking. It's fine, though. The feed is different, it doesn't bother me in the same way. You can… it winced, but finished, 'touch me' as much as you want, in here.
In the immediate aftermath of her kidnapping, Ayda isn't ready to be alone. SecUnit isn't ready to let her out of its sight, either. When she makes the startling discovery that her new implant allows her to connect with it in a way she never knew was possible, they reach for one another on instinct. Sometimes, the comfort you need can take you places you never expected.
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The one good thing about ART not being around was that I could ignore its instructions not to do anything stupid.
A bundle of thick cables ran from deeper within Three’s chest into what I knew were its power cells. I picked up the cable trailing out of my energy weapon, disconnected one of Three’s, and plugged mine in.
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Murderbot and ART follow a distress signal and find Three at the bottom of an abandoned mining installation.
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ART said, more cautiously than I was used to from it, This is more akin to physical touch than what you usually find tolerable.
I knew that, but I didn’t like thinking about it. It was fine.
ART took me at my word for it, and having it squish me became part of the things we did when I was anxious or plagued by stress toxins in my system. Sometimes I asked it to do it even when I was feeling okay. It was a nice feeling. At the time I thought of it as comfortable and relaxing. Without someone physically present touching me, it registered more like the pressure of being underwater, and that just didn’t repulse me like touching skin did.
It’s true that it was relaxing, but the reason I liked it so much was secretly that it felt good. I hadn’t even admitted it to myself at the time, but I kept asking ART to squeeze me, and eventually things escalated.
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