Timezones

I pulled over to the side of the road where a pickup truck was reportedly parked for hours according to dispatch. I was mildly annoyed since I was already on my way back to the station near the end of my shift but, as they say, duty calls.

I slowly approached the vehicle, spotting the silhouette of a man sitting on the right side, with no one on the left. A scan of the license plate revealed it was probably one of those right-hand drive models that a UK-based carmaker was testing in the country, which was already odd in itself. Not one to judge these hotshot companies, I shrugged it off as I got closer to the vehicle. The man still hadn't moved despite possibly seeing my approach. I was preparing for the worst-case scenario but was definitely not prepared for what I actually saw.

The bald driver wasn't actually sitting completely still. He was barely moving, staring ahead with his lips curled slightly and his right arm on the truck's door frame. His left hand, however, was pumping his exposed cock in a strange and mechanical fashion, stopping for a second each time the hand reached the top or base of his rod. The accumulated cum on his hand tells me he already ejaculated but his cock still kept dripping cum.

I had to snap myself back to reality and readjust my own slowly hardening member before I knocked on the window, at first softly, and then growing in intensity as I received no response. I called out to the man who just kept beating his rod. I tried to open the door which was, to my surprise, unlocked and the driver fell out sideways, his body hanging out of the side of the car while his feet and were still in it. He remained in a sitting position as if frozen that way, and if that weren't puzzling enough, he kept on jacking off as if nothing had happened.

I vigorously shook the man's shoulders and that's when I noticed a USB-C port on the base of his head. Everything then made sense and I took out my phone and a USB cable from my pocket, connecting my mobile computer to what was apparently also a computer. A quick scan of the diagnostics confirmed my growing suspicions. This "man" was apparently one of the car maker's robots being developed for testing vehicles as well as for training future android drivers. The diagnostics also revealed that the manufacturer simply forgot to properly adjust the robot's timezone and the machine thought it was nighttime already and stopped right then and there to masturbate, fortunately only after parking safely.

"Timezones suck but this robot will be sucking on something else soon," I chuckled to myself as I used the department's special code to override its programming and take manual control of the machine. Gotta have some fun before I turn it over to the station, right?