Junk

I was doing my daily inspection of the facility when I came upon a partially naked man sitting on the ground against the empty shells of broken-down cars. The man had barely anything on him save for his gloves and boots, barely any clothes to cover his perfect masculine body. Too perfect and too clean, especially at a junkyard. Most people would probably panic and rush to or away from the immobile body sitting among the pile of rubbish ready to be recycled or completely destroyed. Me? It's all n a day's work.

I casually walked towards the man, one hand gripping my Megabolt Taser 6000, but I doubt it would be needed. Despite the intensity of the expression, the glazed, blank eyes tell it all. I holstered the taser back when there was no movement from the seated figure. I pushed the hunk's body forward until he fell forward face first, still staring blankly ahead, this time at the dirty ground.

As I suspected, the man's back panel has been ripped open, a mess of wires and cables dangling out of its frame. I insert my hand and poked inside the man's body. Whoever did this knew their robotics well. They took out the most important parts that could be resold as well as the secure data storage that would have identified them. The rest they left either because those parts are too common or they could be easily traced to discourage resale.

I pulled the android back to its original position. Other than the hole in its back, the machine seems to be in perfect condition. My cocked twitched at the hot but inanimate stud in front of me. Definitely still usable and I even groped inside to confirm it still had its sexual components intact. Good thing I have some of those spare parts that people just throw away without a second thought. As they say, one man's trash is another man's treasure. And this one will definitely be joining the other android treasures I've salvaged back home.