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  "No problem, we have moved both of the units here, so when she arrives, hers will be ready for her to use straight away, and I'll get one of my team to get her set up. For now, well, I'm just as excited as you probably are to start putting this thing through its paces with a human pilot! Naturally, we've done as much testing as we can to ensure all the systems are working properly, so it would be ready for you, but there are always some things about a machine you just can't tell until it meets its intended owner, right?" Lena said, talking rapidly and a little breathlessly.

  She'd always looked excited like this when he'd spoken to her about the project - clearly designing and building something new for a purpose was what she had been made for, and what her AI had been trained to love, but something nobody had been around to ask her to do for a very long time. She'd been hanging out at the college's engineering department, working on various 'self-improvement' projects the androids had devised for their own robotics people and AI developers, but her life had been, she had told him, somewhat devoid of any really interesting work until he'd claimed her.

  As they made their way inside the stadium, he could see the two mecha suits - one for him, and one for Maddy - standing at one end of the football pitch, on either side of the goalposts. Curtis was aware of what football had been thanks to the archives in Sanctuary, but he had never been all that interested in it - there was little point in getting into a sport that there wasn't room to play in Sanctuary's little recreation hall (or, 'recreation cave', would have been a better term for it), and which all of the famous professional players of had been killed by aliens. It was strange to imagine this vast, empty arena filled with excited college students, people his age and even younger, watching a game on a crisp fall day like today. The place was huge, and made the mechas seem so much smaller than they had looked when he had last seen them in their half-finished state in Lena's workshop.

  But once he was on the synthetic green turf, getting closer to the mecha that would be his own, he got that sense of its imposing size once again. He would be seated in the cockpit (a word which had made him laugh the first time he'd heard Lena say it, but which had become mundane now after months of meetings about the specifications and development of the machines) which was inside what would, if one considered the mecha humanoid in shape, be its chest cavity. That part alone was almost as big as the front half of a car. Its 'head', which was only a head in the sense of being positioned on top of the body, was basically just a big weapon, which could revolve and fire plasma in any direction, and also had some cameras with computer vision that could allow it to use some of its autonomous targeting and maneuvering systems. Then it had powerful metal legs, currently bent down into a crouching position like a sprinter on the starting lines, to allow Curtis access to get in, and arms that were equipped with various other weapons, as well as with grabbing and crushing capabilities in the hands. The mechas had been designed using elements of all kinds of different mechanical, military and AI knowledge that the android community had, including knowledge of weapons technology that had, prior to the alien invasion, been only in the prototyping stages. There were no official secrets, and no rules about information that the androids could or could not divulge or use anymore, since there was no longer a government, and there were no longer any enemies but the aliens to consider. Anything in the programming of the androids that previously forbade them from exploring or discussing certain technologies had expired now, and so Lena's team had free rein to use every resource they had and to go all out in creating these machines for their new human masters. Curtis felt fired up just looking at the culmination of their work, all of it done so that there would be a way that he and Madeleine could join the battles against the creatures he hated so much, their vulnerable human brains protected inside the shielded cocoons of the mechas' cockpits.

  The idea had started with the motorcycle crash helmet that had kept Curtis somewhat safe during their sole encounter with the Aerquan. It hadn't stopped him from feeling some degree of pain and disturbance from being close to the alien, but it had stopped him from simply being killed or rendered unconscious just by getting close. He had proposed that a better version of this could be designed, perhaps some kind of armor that would protect himself and Madeleine from those effects altogether, so that they could go with their android army when they assaulted the alien stronghold to free the humans and semi-humans in the compounds. He hated the idea of staying back at the base, useless, while his robots did everything. He felt like he needed to be there, both as a leader and liberator, and to sate his own cloying need for revenge. He was in no way surprised that Madeleine felt the same way. But when he'd discussed the possibility of building such a suit with Lena, who was brought to him when he'd asked for a good engineer, the idea had grown and grown. To Curtis' admitted delight, once the initial blueprints had been drawn up, they were no longer looking at a bodysuit with a slightly modified crash helmet, but a pair of advanced war machines. And now he was about to know how it felt to be inside of one. To have all of that almost ridiculous firepower at his disposal.

  For you see, there was one factor that they couldn't be sure of when developing the mechas, and that was whether they would be able to protect the pilots from the powerful psychic attack that the aliens had used on the people of Sanctuary. There was no way of reproducing this attack and its effects, or even analyzing what it actually did, but it was fair to assume that if a mountain couldn't stop it, then unless it could be blocked by a specific type of material they just didn't know about yet, there wasn't a way of building something that could keep Maddy and Curtis safe if a group of Aerquan all targeted them at once.

  Sky, the one of Curtis' people who knew the most about the Aerquan, had no idea about how the attack worked either, and didn't have those attacks herself, so she was not much help in the research and development of the mechas (even before she'd been forbidden from joining in any of this stuff by Mercy after her pregnancy had been confirmed). What Sky had been able to tell them though, was that half-aliens, and the humans specially bred by the Aerquan, were immune. Presumably the aliens had engineered them to be this way using some kind of genetics - perhaps using the DNA of rare, captured humans who had managed to survive the attacks when the invasion had first occurred due to some difference in the make up of their brains. At least, that was the theory the androids were working to. In any case, this immunity meant that they shouldn't have to worry about the people being insta-killed with the psychic attacks as they tried to free them, which simplified things, and meant that only Curtis and Maddy were really at risk. Their mechas needed to be able to take out Aerquan with speed and efficiency, to prevent the attack that they couldn't defend, and that was why they had been built armed to the absolute balls with devastating attack capabilities. The various weapons on the mechas were designed to create all kinds of different types of damage as rapidly and reliably as possible. Curtis felt powerful just looking at his mecha, its pale green and sand colored metallic body gleaming faintly in the gray light of the cloudy morning.

  "So, put on this headset so I can talk to you when you're sealed in, and let's get you into the cockpit," Lena said, beaming with pride as she watched him gazing up at the machine, his thoughts on it clear on his face.

  Chapter 3

  The interior of the mecha felt good. A mixture of feeling safe and protected, and knowing that he had to power to unleash hell if he wanted to. It smelled a bit like the inside of Ian, the car Curtis had been using since he first left Sanctuary, only with an extra hint of oil. He was strapped in with a harness, and there were joystick type arrangements positioned by each of his hands, along with a wide, reinforced glass window in front of him (currently showing him the green of the sports field), as well as monitors which were off at the moment, but which he'd been told by Lena could be controlled to see whatever the cameras on other parts of the mecha could see, and could be used to override the automatic targeting of the weapons and select targets manually.

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sp; It certainly was empowering, but, well, he wasn't sure how the fuck he was ever going to figure out how to pilot it. Lena had strapped him in, sealed the torso, and was now guiding him through the things he had to check and the buttons he had to press to make it start up, and he couldn't help but feel apprehensive, and perhaps a little inadequate. The androids thought nothing of working with less intelligent machines or tinkering with vehicles, but Curtis had grown up in a cave. It had taken him two months to learn how to ride the motorcycle Duke, one of his android biker bodyguards had found for him. He'd always been good with computers - that had been his job in Sanctuary - but vehicles, weapons, machinery... Was he really going to be a good pair of hands for this amazing mecha to be entrusted into?

  "Is there a problem? It should be standing up if you did the procedure like I said..." Lena's concerned voice came through his earpiece, snapping him out of his self-doubt.

  "No, no problem - I haven't done those steps yet, I was just... Getting used to the feel of it, you know? You made it really comfortable in here."

  "Well, start it up! We'll stick to the headset for now while I'm out here with you, but I'll also be able to communicate with you through one of the monitors if I'm using the command module - that's portable, by the way - and you'll also be able to talk to Maddy in the other mecha unit through the monitors, and the mic and cameras in your cockpits, when your machines are both online."

  Well, I suppose it's now or never. What am I worried about, anyway - looking stupid in front of Lena? I still haven't got used to remembering that I'm basically infallible to the androids. She doesn't even have the capacity to secretly think I'm a twat.

  He flipped the switch that caused the mecha to power up, and could hear and feel everything around him humming, as the monitors sparked to life, a couple showing black start-up screens but two above the windows showing the views from cameras on the head. Then, following the steps Lena had told him involving the joysticks and the trigger buttons on them, he slowly, but successfully managed to have the mecha haul itself - even somewhat gracefully - into a standing position.

  "Try some stuff with the arms, first - get a feel for them. Don't worry, you're not close enough to touch the other mecha or anything else, so you can flail around a bit while you get control."

  Soon, he had managed to get the hang of swiping, punching and grabbing with the mecha's arms, not yet risking firing off any of the weapons, but figuring that he needed to be able to master getting the hands to go where he wanted them to first. He wasn't fast, not yet, but things felt intuitive, and he was sure that with practice he'd be able to get used to doing these actions as trivially as if he were moving his own body. It was exciting, and his confidence grew by the second, meaning he felt no nerves at all when Lena told him to make the mecha walk to the other end of the field.

  Two hours later, and Lena was hardly directing him at all, anymore, as he made his mecha race up and down the field, zig-zagging, pivoting, and turning with ease, and coordinating the movements of the arms and the aiming of the head's cameras without second-guessing himself. It really was a testament to the responsive design and handling of the machine, and Curtis knew that, deep down, but he still allowed himself the luxury of thinking that he may just have some talent for this kind of thing. It was, plainly, the most fun he'd had in a long while, and the more he played around with the mecha, the better he felt, as he imagined the kind of destruction this thing would give him the power to do to the Aerquan. Those things were physically weak - he'd seen that first hand from watching Mercy effectively punch one to death - and so every swat of his giant mechanical hands made him think of ripping one of the levitating assholes out of the air and slamming it to the ground. He still hadn't tried the weapons, but even hand to hand, he could envisage so many violent ways that he could cause those blue fucks to meet their ends, bloodlust firing him up into a hyped state where there was simply nothing as joyful as piloting this machine.

  After Lena suggested he take a break while her team made some minor tweaks to the machine, before they started testing out the weapons and, as she put it 'wrecking up the field a little', he brought it to a halt and lowered the torso again so he could get out. Lena looked delighted to find him inside, eyes shining, slightly flushed with exhilaration, and he couldn't help himself. As she held out a hand to help him out of the cockpit, he jumped down out of the machine and then grabbed it, pulling her towards him, kissing her hard.

  "Here?" she asked, almost coyly as his hands fumbled urgently at her toolbelt, trying to get the thing off so he could get those little shorts off of her.

  "Yeah, here. I don't know what it is, but I've got to fuck you right now," he replied, and he knew she would be down for that. Sure, there were other androids who worked for her on the mechas milling around the place, and Madeleine could show up at any time, but what did it matter? Madeleine would be into it, and it's not like the other androids would have a bad opinion of their supervisor for using her 'special protocols' with their master - it was normal to them. He loved this world of android sexual morality so damn much.

  Chapter 4

  He practically wrestled Lena out of her clothes, before sitting back in the seat of his mecha, just admiring her for a moment, his cock hard. She was naked now, other than her boots, and he couldn’t resist pulling her down on top of him and running his hands over her flawless synthetic skin, appreciating how great she looked and felt, and feeling somewhat smug that the lust-filled look in her eyes, and her ragged breathing, were all his doing. He'd only fucked Lena a couple of times, as usually their meetings had been of a serious and practical nature, but now, with the adrenaline from having experienced his new toy coursing through him, all that would do was to euphorically fuck the one who had created it, to have her coming for him, begging for him to command her body like he could now command the machine she'd made for him.

  Curtis stood up briefly, his eyes still fixed on her perfectly sculpted, lightly tanned body while he took off his belt and pants, freeing the huge, hard cock he could tell from her eyes she had been craving ever since he'd told her it was his intention to take her right there in the stadium. Still though, despite how much he knew she wanted him inside her, she held back, her nipples erect and her chest heaving with rapid, hungry breaths as she looked longingly at his cock, waiting for him to permit her.

  “Now, ride me,” Curtis said, simply.

  No sooner had he said it than Lena was astride him on his seat inside the body of the mecha, her toned legs fitting tightly next to his in the open cockpit. He looked up at her face, enjoying the desire and urgency in her expression as she reached hungrily down and grasped at his swollen cock, guiding the head of it into her dripping wet pussy. As wet and aroused as Lena was, and despite the fact that this wasn't the first time he'd been inside her, she still gasped as the thickness of him stretched her out, and bit her lip in concentrated lust at the groan he let out as she lowered herself down, taking his full length.

  He wrapped his arms around her to pull her body closer, and Lena cried out at the pleasure of feeling his hot mouth sucking on her sensitive nipple - something she, like some of the other android girls, seemed to have been designed to specifically enjoy, he'd noticed in their other encounters.

  His hands slid down her body and squeezed at her ass, pulling her down onto his shaft in the rhythm he wanted, reminding her that even though she was on top, he was still in control of how quickly her release would be delivered.

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered firmly, his words and his moans muffled by the flesh of her breasts as he continued to lick and suck them.

  Lena ran a hand down her own body, and into the tight, hot space between her body and his, and rubbed her aching clit just as he’d commanded.

  “Come for me like that,” was his next grunted order, as he quickened the rate at which he was pulling her down onto his cock.

  Lena rubbed at herself frantically, her sensory processing almost overloaded by the big, fat cock that w
as now pounding into her. She screamed out passionately as her pussy convulsed around him, wave after wave of intense pleasure visibly shaking her body, but Curtis didn’t stop. As her body tried to buck and writhe uncontrollably as she came, and then collapse against his weakly, he held onto her hips, driving her down onto him relentlessly right through her orgasm and beyond, harder and harder. He wanted to make her come himself, too before he’d let himself lose control.

  Lena was a mess, now, he noticed through the haze of his lust and with great satisfaction. Her pretty, almost silver hair was disheveled and her skin flushed with red tones, and her cute face was contorted by the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her. She was a babbling wreck, incoherently begging him to make her come again. He squeezed her ass hard and arched himself up, slamming into her even deeper, then reaching up with one hand to pull her hair.

  With an ear-splitting cry he heard her come again, and this time, he held her there and joined her in crying out with complete disregard for whoever else was in the vicinity, as he blew his load into her firm body, feeling her legs and body shaking as he allowed himself his own triumphant climax.

  It had been quick, but it had been what he needed, and by the time Lena had put her clothes back on and he'd made a trip to the stadium's bathrooms (pristine, like every other android populated part of the city, thanks to the ubiquitous maids) to clean himself up a bit, someone had thoughtfully brought out some sandwiches, too. Chicken, on freshly baked bread. Chicken, along with duck, were the main meats Curtis had gotten to try, given that the androids hadn't been farming any of the other animals Curtis knew that people had eaten in the past, like pigs and cows. Some of the farms that now grew his produce kept chickens though, for no other reason than because they always had, and they weren't too much trouble, and so he had ordered that some efforts would go into producing eggs and chicken that he and Maddy could eat, along with the other various things that the androids seemed to know how to make using eggs as an ingredient. It had varied up their diets a lot, but he did wonder how they were going to scale those efforts up when they were going to have all of the people from the compounds to feed, too. According to Sky, there were about 80 half-alien people in the former hospital where she'd grown up, and she didn't know how many humans in the separate compound they were kept in. There would be a lot more to think about in terms of creating a proper, sustainable society once it wasn't just him, Maddy, Sky and a load of androids to think about.