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Glory to Humanity (9/2)
🕑 Added 2021-08-27 20:50:47 +0000 UTCCommissioned by Dysentia
It’s hard to imagine that the Earth you’re looking at, the brilliant blue-and-green jewel that looms so magnificently outside your viewing window could be anything other than the world you were born on, grew up on, spent your entire life on, and yet… looking at it, it feels so strange and alien that you can hardly process it.
Like, come on! You’re in space! Outer space! And… and more so…
What you saw of the world sure didn’t look like what you remembered the world looking like.
You don’t remember a lot of how you ended up in a cryogenic storage pod. Your memory just remembers… you went to bed one night, and the next thing you knew, you woke up inside a metal tube with a clear plastic cover, dressed in a blue hospital gown and feeling like you’d been hit by a truck. Maybe you had been—it wasn’t like there were records left from your time. You’d been in the pod for at least a thousand years, many thousands of years, and all of civilization was just ruins…
Well, there was one vestige of civilization that still was active, though it was harder for you to understand. Because it was… kind of crazy…
Really, you took one look at your rescuer and you absolutely had no idea what to make of her. She looked human, which had been a bit of a relief, except she was… well, she was dressed in what basically looked like a fetish outfit! A black dress with a short skirt and a long slit up the side to show you enough of her thigh that you practically saw her ass, and long, black stockings leading to high heels. Poofy shoulders made a triangle with her boob window, which was almost enough to distract from the fact that she was wearing a lacy black blindfold over her eyes. Her hair was pure white, offset with a black headband, and somehow, she was even more confusing to you than the deteriorated cryogenic pod you woke up in.
And she only got crazier from there.
As you staggered, taking in lungfuls of stale air and tried to speak to the… apparent futuristic prostitute who had awakened you, you hear her gasp as she looks upon you with such… awe that you glanced behind yourself, to see what other person in these dark ruins she might be looking at. As she introduced herself as “2B,” she apologized for her inability to maintain professionalism as you are, apparently, the first human she has ever seen.
Oh! And she wasn’t human—she was an android. A combat android, who personally escorted you to a space shuttle, fighting- fighting robots all the way with a sword and- and you weren’t even sure what you were looking at half the time! It was- it was crazy, just constantly getting crazier as you were taken up into space to an orbital station called “the Bunker” crewed by other androids—who happened to all be women, with the same, supermodel proportions and fetishwear outfits as 2B had and- and- and-
You place a hand against the glass to steady yourself. So much had happened that your mind simply couldn’t handle it all.
The Commander of the Bunker had had a brief conversation with you, explaining that your well-being was the highest priority of the entire YoRHa operation… whatever that was, and not just your survival, but your comfort and… well, the way she kept looking at you, you were half expecting one of those stockinged legs to start stroking your thigh, but she didn’t. And you didn’t want to say anything because it felt like just another way this whole universe felt wrong.
Apparently, there were humans still surviving on the moon, but you sure didn’t feel like there was anyone else. Hell, the way the Commander got so evasive when you asked about possibly joining those humans, the whole thing felt… felt like it was just a lie. That you were the last human alive, that the androids were shocked to discover that there was a surviving human, and now they were scrambling to figure out what to do about it, or even if there was anything they could do about it.
Pressing your arm against the glass that separates you from the void of space, you then rest your head on your arm. This is not… this is not something you ever expected in your life, but now you were here. In the far, far future, in outer space, maybe the last of remnant of actual humanity, not just the… autonomous record of human life, still acting out processes and commands left hundreds, maybe even thousands, of years ago.
But you’re distracted from your self-pity by the sound of a knock at your door.
“May I enter?” 2B’s voice comes from across the room, sounding so… natural and feminine that your subconscious briefly forgets that she’s an android and your loneliness begs you for some human contact.
“You may,” you answer, as you remind yourself that she’s an android, not a human like you. Programmed to attend to your needs, but not actually having any kind of real connection with you.
But as she opens the door, your senses are fooled at the sight of her, recognizing her face as undeniably human as-
Wait.
Did she look… different?
You didn’t want to get caught staring, but… but it was kind of hard not to! She already had a cleavage window and thigh-high stockings and she couldn’t bend over without you seeing her panty clad ass! And she was endowed! Why a combat android needed to have an hourglass figure, you’ll never know, but her thighs were so thick and her tits...
Seriously, they’d always been big, but now they seemed… bigger. Maybe it was just that you were able to look at her more… critically as you’ve started to gain your footing on the Bunker, but you get the feeling you didn’t remember her outfit being so… tight.
Really, the way her cleavage was now so pronounced, like her breasts were liable to cause her dress to split right open, or the way her stockings were now a little too tight on her thighs, seeing her creamy flesh overflow their tops, her skirt now struggling to provide modesty…
“Is there a cause for concern?”
Blinking, you suddenly remember that you’ve been staring at 2B with an intensity that really couldn’t be hidden. You must have looked like a lunatic, and 2B’s businesslike demeanor cut right through any delusions you might have had that she was anything other than a combat android that could slice a robot in half with ninja swords.
“No, no, uh, n-nothing,” you stammer out, “I was just… is that a different outfit?”
“It is the standard uniform of a B-class android,” she answers, with no further explanation.
“Oh,” you reply, stupidly.
“I am here to inquire if you have any food preferences that we might be able to simulate on the Bunker. Much of the agricultural production of your time is… no longer available, but we believe we are able to simulate-”
“It’s alright,” you say, quietly. “I’m not hungry.”
She pauses for a moment, and you’re struck by a sudden stab of guilt. As much as you try to tell yourself that she’s not human, that she’s an android who told you that emotions were prohibited (What did that even mean? Why wasn’t she just… programmed not to have them?), you can’t deny that she’s looking at you, beneath her blindfold, with painful empathy and compassion. She wants you to be comfortable and happy, and she takes it as a personal failure that you’re not.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, glancing back to the Earth, “I… have a lot to take in, still.”
She dutifully nods. “Affirmative. However… if there might be… some way in which I, or any of the other staff on the Bunker might be helpful to you, please let us know.”
And with that, she leaves… but what should have been a sad moment is interrupted, because as she turns and walks away, you realize that she is walking differently, an undeniable sway to her hips that draws your eye directly to her very, very full ass. Her skirt riding up on her back shelf practically dragging you out of your funk as an even more primal instinct than loneliness telling you that you need to go after her and…
And the door shuts, leaving you once more alone… and horny. In a space station orbiting Earth, experiencing the single weirdest boner you ever imagined.
LINE BREAK 2B
YoRHa No. 2 Type B, or “2B” as she was known, was not an android given to flights of fancy. She had orders, paradigms, and standard operations, and she did not see the virtue or wisdom in divulging from them. If it did not help her succeed, it was a distraction.
Still… even she felt the impact of encountering an actual human. A human, alive, directly in front of her… she had never realized that such an encounter could leave such… an impression. For once, emotions were not prohibited, and according to 6O, these sensations were called “awe,” “reverence,” and a few other, nonstandard feelings that 2B noted were in violation of standard protocols, both behavioral and in terms of nonstandard vocabulary. But… 2B couldn’t deny that she had not anticipated the intensity of such emotions, or even that she had felt such unauthorized reactions.
It made sense: androids, and YoRHa in particular, were created for the Glory of Mankind, and while such subroutines had gone many generations without being activated, now that Mankind was present, it was only appropriate that 2B felt the reverences due to such an honored individual. Reactions like an elevated heart rate, increased sensitivity to touch, and unanticipated speculation of unnecessary information in her downtime routines were ways to emphasize the Subject’s supreme importance.
So important that she couldn’t even think of him as anything other than “The Subject” or “The Human.” He had given 2B his name, but that information was considered of such high priority that it had been sealed off and forwarded to the Council of Humanity. She’d consulted her database for alternative terms by which she could refer to him, but found that, even though there was a surprisingly large set of terms available to her, she… she found many of them quite… unusual and declined to use them. Though...
That wasn’t important. She had a meeting to discuss the situation with the ongoing care of the Human with the Commander, and tardiness would not be acceptable. The presence of a living human being had caused unexpected glitches in her standard procedures, particularly after her short, but impactful, recent visit to enquire about food he might desire, but 2B knew that maintaining orderliness through such unanticipated disruption was a duty she had towards the Human.
Walking across the Bunker, however, 2B couldn’t help but notice the changes she had been recently undergoing. Most notably, the additional reinforcement that made her function as a combat unit had been deemed unnecessary for her new duties, and she could feel that her footsteps no longer fell with her standard configuration of 150 kilograms. Her chassis had recently begun to process on the fly upgrades, emergency reconstruction from her standard configurations as a B unit. While her classification remained “2B,” she suspected it was more due to the fact that such a unit as she was being adjusted to had yet to be coined. The function and purpose of just modifications had not been revealed to her, but she suspected that it would all be explained in her meeting with Commander White.
Approaching Commander White’s quarters, 2B passed by 21O and noticed that she, too, had been retrofitted for new duties, similar to 2B. She could easily tell: though their bodies were in the process of restructuring, their uniforms were still sized for their original dimensions, and so there were visible signs of strain upon the fabric. Something that was a low priority compared to the other issues at the moment, so 2B felt no need to give particular comment on it.
Stepping into the Commander’s quarters, 2B was about to announce her presence, but then paused, taking in the sight before her.
Footage of the Human’s debriefing was playing on the screen, which Commander White studied intensely. It was… it was her prerogative to do so, and yet, 2B couldn’t deny that there was some inexplicable wariness in her assessment subroutines. She felt a flare of protectiveness, as though Commander White should not be so close to the Human… even though Commander White was the head of YoRHa operations on Earth!
Another glitch, and worryingly, as 2B continued to observe the Commander, utterly focused on the sight of the Human on her screen, replaying his answers over and over again, likely more just to hear his voice speaking to her than what he had to say, 2B felt the tension continue to build. Analysis was clear—what did the Commander understand of the Human? She hadn’t been the one to rescue him, the first to behold him in person, to see his eyes go wide as he looked upon her, to feel that surge of… of self-satisfaction as he looked her over, clearly admiring her figure. And yet, the Commander could so easily flex her authority to give herself alone time with the Human, to take time that should have been 2B’s to better get to know him…
At the same time, 2B noted that while Commander White had also been adapting her form for the sake of the Human, she had not quite developed as much as 2B had. By her measure, none of the other YoRHa had, and that caused 2B to have an unexpected feeling of… satisfaction? It made no sense, her body’s transformation was nothing she had any role in, like she might feel after a successful mission, but noting that her new figure had a more prominent chest than her peers made 2B feel…
It wasn’t important. Another glitch. A distraction from her tasks.
“Commander,” she said, forcing her to look away from the Human, “You called for me?”
“Ah! 2B!” the Commander practically jumped up from her seat. It seemed she, too, had been affected by the glitchiness that had come with the Human’s arrival. “Yes, we have matters to discuss regarding new orders from the Council of Humanity.”
Nodding, 2B awaited to receive her new instructions. She looked forward to carrying out this mission more than any other mission, because the Human… her work was more worth it when it involved the Human.
“It has been deemed necessary by the Council of Humanity,” Commander White began, “that additional upgrades be delivered to the YoRHa of the Bunker so as to best take advantage of this unprecedented and historic opportunity.”
That made sense, and 2B nodded as she took in the information. This… this was something more than she had ever expected, and her specifications as a combat unit likely were not specialized for this kind of mission. And… and she hoped that these upgrades might be able to make the Human more comfortable on the Bunker. She had an inkling that there was something she could be doing to make him happy… she’d do anything to make him happy… it was her duty to make him happy… but she needed to know how!
“The exact contents of the upgrade are classified, but the Council of Humanity has ordered these upgrades for all units in the Bunker… and they’re expected to expand the updates to all androids on Earth when-”
“All androids?” 2B suddenly interjected.
It… it didn’t make sense! Why lessen the combat performance of androids on the front? Being on the Bunker, YoRHa were placed to best protect and attend to the Human’s needs—and there was that flare of wariness as 2B thought of the possibility of Anemone or Devola being tasked with attending her Mas- to the Human—so it made sense for them to be upgraded. But the rest…
Commander White nodded. “Yes, though I can verify the legitimacy of these instructions, I, too, have some… apprehension towards these new orders. But the Council of Humanity believes that the presence of a living human opens an entirely new strategy on Earth, one that requires the entire android forces to assist. It’s our highest priority, and your new orders will direct you on executing that strategy.”
Yes, the new orders. 2B had received more than just instructions to repurpose her body to better suit the Human. But they were all encrypted, so that she couldn’t read either what they were transforming her new figure into… or what they were doing it for. It almost felt like a virus, if it wasn’t for the fact that the Council of Humanity had directly sent it as an upgrade.
“You seem uncertain,” the Commander noted dryly.
2B couldn’t deny it. “I notice that I have no guidance on the new parameters or goals of this mission. Am I to… wait for further instruction?”
Commander White nodded. “I admit, I have… likewise not been informed of what the exact parameters of the new mission are, only that every YoRHa unit on the Bunker has been instructed to integrate the new code and that… that once integrated, the code will make it clear to us what we are to do. On that note...” her eyes swept over 2B’s figure, critically. But 2B knew that she would not find any deficiencies there, particularly as she stood at attention… she had never realized that this posture so prominently thrust her chest out. “I would like you to spend more personal time with the Human.”
From the sound of her voice, the way these words seemed to be forced from her lips, 2B could tell that they were direct orders from the Council of Humanity, against Commander White’s personal wishes. And that, somehow, made something… shift inside 2B. She felt… good. Not only that she would have more time with the Human, but she would… she would have more time than the other units. She would be the first to...
“I will carry out my orders,” she said, graciously, “Glory to Mankind.”
“Glory to Mankind,” Commander White responded, and seeing the reflection of her own feelings as she watched the Commander debrief the human, 2B suddenly connected a word to these sensations.
Jealousy.
But the way it tingled within her as 2B left the Commander’s quarters, 2B felt a thrill of… something. Something she was feeling that she knew could be helped… if she went to the Human.
LINE BREAK HUMAN
You find yourself spending a lot of time staring at the Earth. In many ways, it’s your only companion from your previous life—you see the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, you see the continent of Australia, the Yucatan Peninsula, the Himalayas… they are the only things in this world that were still there since your last memory.
Morose thoughts cling to you like a heavy blanket as you turn back to your bed. There’s not much else to do—you’ve been provided total access to wherever you want to go or whatever you might wish to read from their systems, but the Bunker was not built for human habitation, much less enjoyment. You can travel from one gray, metal room to another, or through various corridors that convey the same sterile condition. There were…
Well, you can’t deny, the girls, the… YoRHa, the name still a question in your mind, are very attractive. Although not as… as stacked as 2B was, they were universally gorgeous, alluringly dressed, and often wearing those veils that were starting to look beguiling rather than creepy. And you swear that their uniforms were getting tighter, giving you more to look at, but that’s… not really something you want to really indulge in. They’re keeping you safe from murderous robots and aliens in a space station, you don’t want to learn the limits of your hosts’ patience.
So the other option is… you can look through the records of humanity. Learn more about the fact that your entire world has been utterly destroyed.
Cheerful stuff.
The sound of a knock at the door jars you to reality as you turn to see 2B… already inside. Strange that she didn’t ask permission to enter, but you’re more attentive to the way her uniform was straining to restrain her chest—how much tighter could an outfit get?
“I have been… instructed to spend time with you personally, to better attend to your needs,” she explains, “And I… I believe that it was paramount that I… discover how best to attend to you.”
She sounds… uncertain. Like she has more to say, but even she doesn't know what it is. You’ve never heard her sound uncertain before, and it makes you… there’s something swirling inside you you don’t really want to deal with.
“Oh, I,” you blush, “I was just gonna go to bed early tonight.”
2B looks at you with what you can tell, even through the blindfold, is a gently concerned expression. “It is… inadvisable to spend so much time confined to your… bed.”
She says the last word as though she’s struck by a sudden wave of confusion, as though doesn’t actually believe it, but she quickly moves forward.
“Records from the Council of Humanity suggest that humans enjoy interpersonal contact and social stimulation. Shall I engage in contact and stimulation with you-”
You suddenly choke as you hear it, not expecting her to- to say anything like that! As you start coughing, she’s almost immediately beside you, massaging your back and oh, her touch is so gentle and soft, it’s impossible to believe she’s anything other than a real, genuine woman!
“I-it’s okay,” you stammer out, “J-just a little… little startled, that’s all.”
“Would you like to talk about-”
“N-no!” you nearly choke again, “It’s- it’s alright, really, I’m quite- quite fine… think I should,” why is she so CLOSE to you? “Should just… take it easy.”
She nods… then bites her lip. “If… if you would rather not speak, would you… would you mind if… if I spoke? About… how I am feeling?”
You’ve seen her leap a dozen feet into the air in order to juggle robots with sword strikes. And yet, she seems so… fragile and vulnerable as she speaks that your heart melts in an instant. How could you be so heartless as to refuse her request? You give her a sympathetic look and nod for her to continue.
“My… body begins to feel… different around you,” she hesitantly admitted, “Sensations I… I am not familiar with and thoughts I… scarcely recognize as my own, if they were not so… appealing to me.”
“Strange thoughts?” you ask, as you see her blush.
It’s remarkable that she has the ability to blush, because it doesn’t particularly make sense for an android, but more so, because you certainly never saw her do anything like that since you’ve met her. But it’s... it’s impossible to deny how charming it is, a sign of her softer side that reminds you how… soft she is. She’s so close, you can now tell for sure that her uniform is tighter on her body than before. Her chest seems almost like it’s liable to pop right out, the fabric straining almost to the point of tearing around her much-expanded boob window, and she’s sitting so close to you, you could just reach over and touch her thigh, run your hand up her skirt, give her a squeeze...
“C-can I,” she asks, interrupting your train of thought, “Can I… describe them, to you?”
You’ve never played psychotherapist to an android, and never really thought you might, but you’re too busy reeling from what you were thinking to reply with anything but a nod, a desperate hope to move the conversation along so you can get ahold of yourself!
“I have… recently been wondering,” she begins, “about how humans spoke with one another. Because I am tasked with speaking to you, you see,” you’re briefly relieved that this might be a fairly normal conversation until 2B takes a deep breath and continues, “B-but more so… I find myself wondering how… how humans might have handled the thoughts… that I have been having.”
“Thoughts?” you echo, for lack of anything else to say.
She nods. “Recently, after visiting with you, particularly after I have left your quarters, I feel the activation of a subroutine that reassesses opportunities and seeks to avoid lost chances for advantage. However, it is asking me to consider things I do not usually use such a program for.”
You nod. Something… something within you can tell that this is building to something, that this conversation is heading in a direction you can’t stop… and you don’t want it to, your heart rate rising, your eyesight, sharpening, as you signal for 2B to continue telling you about her “missed opportunities.”
“I… know very little outside of combat,” she says, “I am a B unit, for Battle, but I have been studying human protocols of behavior, so I might better attend to your needs,” there is a sudden, sharp emphasis on the word that catches 2B off guard for a moment, but she quickly rallies her focus and pushes on, “and my system is suggesting that I should- that I could have- that my opportunity for- that I can-”
Unable to wait any longer, you suddenly turn and lunge for her lips, meeting her before she can realize what is happening, still struggling her way through her feelings, but as soon as your lips meet hers… there is only a moment of hesitation before she kisses you back. Your lips wrestle one another in a passionate moment of sudden romance, but as quick as it began, she suddenly pulls away, a strand of saliva hanging from her lip to yours.
“Emotions,” she pants, “Emotions are forbidden! Oh, I c-cannot do s-such- such things I am considering!”
“For the glory of Mankind,” you murmur, the words springing to your lips without a thought, just echoing something you’ve gotten used to hearing among the androids.
But as soon as you say it, you see something you haven’t gotten used to, as every hair on 2B’s perfect body seems to stand on end for a second… before she reaches up and pulls off her blindfold to look you in the eye. She’s… she’s gorgeous, gorgeous beyond belief as her eyes, her blue eyes, sparkling like sapphires, meet your own. “For the glory of Mankind...” she echoes… before lunging forward to kiss you again.
As your tongues explore each others’ mouths, you feel her hands begin to roam over your body, finding a handhold so that she can squash her massive chest against yours. As soon as you feel it, her nipples poking into you, you can’t help yourself. Pulling away from her, you sink your fingers into the boob window and finally rip her outfit right open. The fabric’s so close to tearing already, it simply gives way, and now, freed of dress and blindfold, you can see the full 2B, in all her glory, her massive, heaving tits curving down into a perfect hourglass of her spankable ass. Instinct takes over as you tear your own clothes off with strength beyond anything you ever knew before and grab her to move her into position on your bed: on all fours, her big, heavy tits swinging freely beneath her as you grab the hem of her panties—already soaked, though you didn’t need to see it to know that—and yank them down.
“D-do it,” she whines, “P-please m-make use of my body for your… p-pleasure!”
You can’t keep a lady waiting.
Gripping her by the hips, letting your fingers sink deep into her flesh, you grab her to jerk her fat ass back just as you slam your dick forward into her fully-operational and incredibly wet pussy. She squeals, a noise of such pure joy you briefly pause in your thrusts… only to feel her twerk her ass against you, desperate to take your cock in as deep as she can. Grinning, you rally back to your senses and start delivering the force she needs as you plunge your dick into her as hard and as deep as you can. Your balls smack against her thighs as the two of you rut like animals in heat.
“I understand!” she gasps out, “I now- I understand! You- you are so- so beyond me, beyond us! W-we were created to serve humans, s-so—SO USE MY BODY, MAAAAAAAASTER!”
She shrieks in pleasure as she calls you Master and damn if it doesn’t feel good. She’s a one-woman army and yet, she’s as submissive as a kitten towards you, something you emphasize as you smack her ass, your hand leaving a nice red mark as you give her smack after smack!
“S-spank me, spank me!” she squeals, “All these terms- n-never needed them before, b-but- ohhhhh, oh fuck me, fuck me Master! I was made to pleasure you!”
It’s insane, it’s enough to make you wonder if this isn’t some dream, but the way her pussy milks your cock, you’re not sure you could imagine anything so soft and wet and willing and perfect. But instinct has long since surpassed anything like conscious thought as you just slam that pussy as hard as you can. 2B’s cries are ecstatic, telling you that you’re giving her exactly what she wants, and you absolutely can tell she’s giving you what you need!
It’s a wonder you last as long as you do. 2B quakes and shivers with orgasms near-constantly, small ones, big screaming ones, all the while praising you and thanking you for rewarding her body with your cock. Unsurprisingly, combining that with the fact that she has the single most incredible pussy wrapped around your cock, you start to feel your own climax building with a familiar, groaning need within your balls growing outward.
When it finally hits you, it hits hard. You’ve gone countless millennia without cumming and the past few days have been giving you a serious case of blue balls. But even if it wasn’t so put off, you get the feeling you were always going to utterly empty your balls into 2B. With a groan, you pump shot after shot deep within her womb, your fingers digging in deep into her ass as she moans in satisfaction, taking it all with a gratitude that stuns you.
You end up cumming so hard, it leaves you dizzy, and as you slowly pull your cock from her pussy, letting 2B slump into a pile of fucked-out bliss, you quickly follow her lead and topple over. Lying in bed beside each other, you are suddenly overwhelmed by the realization of what you’ve just done. It certainly took your mind off of things, and damn did it feel good to finally release after being around curvy sexbots all day, but at the same time… you almost don’t believe you actually slept with 2B!
“Damn…” you groan, “Hoo, damn...”
“Wonderful...” she murmurs, and you can practically hear the happy tears in her eyes, “So… so wonderful...”
Turning to her, you give her another kiss, this one long and slow, a moment to appreciate her rather than getting caught up in a swirl of hormonal need. She really is a lovely woman, lovely in ways you only now get to appreciate, feeling her lips against yours, her soft, heavy tits pressing into your chest, your fingers drifting downwards to cup her ass… and yet, more than just her eroticism, it is 2B herself that enchants you.
Breaking the kiss, you look at her angelic face, staring into her eyes as they sparkle with a dreamy happiness.
“I now… I understand my mission,” she says with a smile. “All of our missions… I have been upgraded so as to be a fertile recipient for your seed, Master.”
Your eyes briefly go wide as the unexpected possibility of children enters the discussion, but it’s only the first blow of the one-two punch 2B drops on you next.
“And so have all the other YoRHa units on the Bunker—for the Glory of Mankind, you will breed us all... and begin a new race of humans to populate the Earth! It will be beautiful, and...” she suddenly bites her lip, a distractingly adorable gesture you realize you’re not really prepared against, “And if we could start… could start with the Commander, I… I have a few ideas for how you could… take her...”
Lying in bed, in the postcoital bliss of having just fucked your personal android bimbo, on a space station orbiting the ruins of human civilization, a civilization you have been tasked with fucking back into existence… none of that craziness matters one bit. Because the lustful look in 2B’s eyes as she says she has ideas for you and the Commander… that’s the only thing that matters to you right now.
