Actually the name would be SN. 3119 of the CV81 Model. But she affectionately referred to him as Mr.Robot, ever since she managed to get the permission to hang on to one of the older mining robots that were being gradually decommissioned, replaced by the more recent and efficient CV82 ones.
Her job as mining operator meant she didn't really get the chance to enjoy much her off time, especially considering that the only properly functioning human males were stationed in the upper levels of the Giruga platforms, where the classier entertainment establishments were located
Life was pretty drab down on level 420/b, and it didn't really offer much in terms of after-work places to go to, just a couple of bars and seedy kuri-salons where real dicks were an absolute rarity, and one would have to settle for synthetic alternatives or some ex-operator who had decided to hang around and earn a living in the entertainment business rather than enjoy retirement up closer to the surface.
So rather than having her equipment collected, dismantled and recycled for its parts Bri-tye submitted a request to do so herself. Her bosses didn't really think much of it and accepted, they just figured out she wanted to hang on to some of the inner operating boards and generators and possibly sell them – a more than justified fringe benefit for someone who slaved down there for all those hours a day.
She knew well that the power reserve wasn't enough to guarantee the usual mining performance, but with a few tweaks, and messing around a bit with the settings, the old CV81 could be put to a much better use – that would wait for her at home, and help her unwind after a long day's work.
Bri-tye had never given much thought to recycling, but she had to concede it did have its benefits.
Not that the environment meant much down there. But still, pleasurable enough.
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Mr. Robot
Actually the name would be SN. 3119 of the CV81 Model. But she affectionately referred to him as Mr.Robot, ever since she managed to get the permission to hang on to one of the older mining robots that were being gradually decommissioned, replaced by the more recent and efficient CV82 ones.
Her job as mining operator meant she didn't really get the chance to enjoy much her off time, especially considering that the only properly functioning human males were stationed in the upper levels of the Giruga platforms, where the classier entertainment establishments were located
Life was pretty drab down on level 420/b, and it didn't really offer much in terms of after-work places to go to, just a couple of bars and seedy kuri-salons where real dicks were an absolute rarity, and one would have to settle for synthetic alternatives or some ex-operator who had decided to hang around and earn a living in the entertainment business rather than enjoy retirement up closer to the surface.
So rather than having her equipment collected, dismantled and recycled for its parts Bri-tye submitted a request to do so herself. Her bosses didn't really think much of it and accepted, they just figured out she wanted to hang on to some of the inner operating boards and generators and possibly sell them – a more than justified fringe benefit for someone who slaved down there for all those hours a day.
She knew well that the power reserve wasn't enough to guarantee the usual mining performance, but with a few tweaks, and messing around a bit with the settings, the old CV81 could be put to a much better use – that would wait for her at home, and help her unwind after a long day's work.
Bri-tye had never given much thought to recycling, but she had to concede it did have its benefits.
Not that the environment meant much down there. But still, pleasurable enough.