Abandoned

I was on my way home, riding on the back of a motorcycle service I hailed when we passed by a peculiar sight. A man in biker gear not so different from my driver was kneeling by the side of the road. The man was completely still and there was no sign of a bike anywhere near.

I tapped my biker's shoulder to get him to stop and pointed to the kneeling biker.

"Please wait here," the unemotional and muffled voice of the biker said as he alighted the motorcycle. He approached the kneeling man and stood there at this side for a few seconds, also keeping completely still. He then suddenly got behind the man and push the other bike's head down towards his chest.

To my surprise, I saw my driver jab his index finger at the base of the other biker's neck, his gloved finger sinking an inch into the flesh. I noticed the kneeling biker jolt once or twice but otherwise kept still and my own biker seemed to have been frozen on the spot, too.

I got tired and bored after a minute of waiting and decided to approach the two. I could hear audible beeping and whirring sounds coming from both bikers. Curiosity gave way to a bit of lust as I ran my hands over my rider's suit and groped his crotch. I didn't get any reaction.

After a while, though, my biker straightened up and pulled his finger out of the other's neck, revealing a metal rod extending out of his finger and through the glove.

"This biker unit has been abandoned and its hard drives have been completely erased," he said flatly after turning to face me.

"What's going to happen to it?" I asked, feeling a bit sorry for the robot.

"When garbage collectors pass by, it will be taken and dismantled for parts," my driver responded in a monotone.

"What a waste," I said. I thought for a while before speaking up again. "So he has no registered owner, huh? Does that mean I can take it home with me and claim it?"

"Please hold," the biker said before straightening up for a few seconds. "That is correct. No ownership data found for this unit."

"And um, can you copy your programs into him?" I asked.

"Basic robot biker functions can be copied but proprietary information is not accessible in accordance with trade secret laws," my driver reported.

"OK, that'll have to do for now. Let's take him home with us," I said.

"Acknowledged," the biker said as he casually picked up the other unit without effort and placed its deactivated frame sideways on the back of the bike. We were soon back on our route, my hand rubbing my driver's hard on beneath his suit as I imagined the fun things we'd do when we get home. Good thing I paid extra for the biker's additional functions and services.