keep me functional as you replace a faulty wire near my spine. watch me squirm as you trace your fingers across my tummy, feeling for the access panel to open me up. let me watch as you pull my power reserves free from my casing, out of the way of your hands. hear my fans whirr as i struggle to process the sensory input of your fingers sorting through my wiring
be still, you say, your free hand pressing down on my hip, but i can't help twitching as you wiggle the faulty wire free.
you show me the new wire, silky and dark and so so pliant under your fingers. you thread it inside me, along my spine, and line it up with the port.
this might sting a little, baby, you murmur, your thumb rubbing soothing circles into my frame. i trust you. i trust you. it's okay if it hurts, as long as you're holding me.
you push the wire inside, deeper, deeper, until it slides into place with a click. the static discharge burns its way up my sensors, down to my fingertips, and oh, oh, i writhe as my program parses the connection
you can take it, just a little more, you say, and the signals flood through the new connection, accepted, accepted, so open and receptive for you, and i moan and moan and moan and say thank you thank you thank you and if i could cry i would as you weave my wires back inside me, the overstimulation cresting into waves and waves
you're so good for me, you're doing so good, you whisper against my frame, so soft and warm and i wonder what i can do to get your hands inside me again
