New Toys

Last week, I was walking down the street lost in thought about my next project when I came across this rather odd sight. A biker in full gear was seemingly talking to a soldier standing on the sidewalk except for one strange detail. Neither of them seemed to be moving, not even the soldier's mouth. I looked around to check if it was some sort of flash mob prank but the street was pretty much deserted.

Now, I am used to seeing these young and admittedly drool-worthy soldiers ever since they tightened security because of a recent uptick in violence so I had my suspicions. I took out my smartphone and booted up an app I had been developing in my spare time, one that is able to sniff out and analyze packets of data being sent wirelessly within a hundred-meter radius. I carefully walked closer to the two frozen men to get a better signal and I could make out soft beeping sounds. My own phone beeped to tell me that it had finished processing the data and the results confirmed my suspicions.

The soldier, one of the new robots stationed around town, was getting hacked by the biker. My curiosity intensified, however, when the data revealed that the biker himself was also a machine. From the looks of it, it seems that the two are deadlocked trying to hack into and defend from each other which comically resulted in them being caught in an infinite loop, freezing their systems in place.

My brain ran through the dozen possible scenarios the opportunity presented me with, some of them causing my cock to twitch. Hey, it's not every day that you stumble upon two hot machines in men's clothing frozen in place, especially one that I've secretly been crushing upon ever since he was stationed near my place.

Knowing neither robot could even detect my presence, I quickly put my plan in motion. For insurance, I injected a stream of data from my phone that would ensure the two would continue to be locked up and the rapid beeping confirmed it was effective. I approached the two and, to my relief, discovered that my soldier boy was actually movable and not that heavy. I positioned him on the bike behind the biker, who was now looking to the side at nothing, and pushed the bike to a secluded alley. I quickly got to work, hacking at the two machine's systems until I got full access to them (secretly in the case of the soldier).

Suffice it to say, I am now living with my own personal biker robot that doubles as my ride and my toy. And during its off times, I get to play with my army-made machine, sometimes even in public restrooms. Yes, it's risky, but that is exactly the thrill of the life of a robot hacker.