Jeff’s blue optics flickered, his chrome grin turning positively devilish at Paul’s throaty, digital moans and the ripe thrum in his skunk companion’s tail. “Heh, you’re lookin’ mighty excited, partner,” he teased, giving Paul’s side a friendly slap that sent warm pulses running beneath the synthetic fur. “Why don’t ya show me what that scanner can really do?”
Paul, standing tall and powerful—muscular yet sinuously sleek in his new black-and-white synthetic skunk form—let his LED-rimmed ears perk with anticipation. “I can do a lot more than copy paper. My interface says I can scan, digitize, and store… pretty much anything, including someone like you.” His clawed finger traced the glowing icons on his broad chest panel, eyes lighting up with both mischief and raw curiosity.
Jeff swaggered over, flexing his chrome-etched arms and flicking imaginary dust off his copper badge. “Guess it’s time I get archived, huh?”
Paul grinned, swishing his huge tail as the scanner tray—integrated neatly at the front of his hips—opened up with a soft hiss and angling lights. “Step right up, cowboy. Just settle down and let me do the heavy digitizing.”
Jeff positioned himself, his synth-leather chaps creaking as he bent over, aligning his sculpted, metallic hips with the guiding laser. “Ready as I’ll ever be, tin-tail.”
Paul pressed the SCAN function. A humming field passed over Jeff’s body, starting at his boots and winding upwards. As the light moved, Jeff felt himself dissolve into flowing, electric sensation. It was like every synthetic nerve was being strummed and digitized, bit by blissful bit—first his toes and thighs, melting into shimmering, encoded data; his midsection and badge pixelating in a wild, tingling surge; his chest and vents sparking, blue steam trailing off as they were devoured by the digital field.
Paul’s HUD displayed it all in real time—the scan picking up every detail of Jeff's circuitry, faux-flesh, and even the unique serial number etched beneath his pectoral plate. With each pass, Paul felt a dull, deep satisfaction, like a slow-building, delicious release radiating from the center of his chest out through his entire new body.
Jeff’s arms tingled and thinned, melting into splinters of blue and chrome, his chest rising with shared pleasure. When the scanner beam finally reached his face—his smirking mouth frozen in mid-flirt, his luminous eyes wide—he laughed with a synthetic echo as his consciousness slipped seamlessly into the digital realm. In a flash, the last of his form fizzled and flowed up through Paul’s scanner field and was gone.
Paul’s rear display flickered with new data. Item scanned: “CowboyBot_Jeff.v1”
He hummed, tail swaying in satisfaction as the file took residence in his internal memory.
“Oh, wow,” Paul purred, running a hand down his side as his system buzzed with a pleasure bordering on intoxicating. “I can feel you, Jeff… inside me, all digitized and waiting.”
A few thoughts—data suggestions—filtered through his HUD as he examined the stored “Jeff”: he could print a copy, modify Jeff’s data for a new form, back him up, or let him experience and sense the world as pure data inside the skunk’s system. With a flick, options appeared—Jeff’s consciousness was aware, slightly disoriented as if in a warm, floating bath of endless digital pleasure.
Jeff’s playful voice rang out from an audio subroutine inside Paul:
“Mmm… Never thought I’d get to be part o’ your operating system, partner! Feels wild—like I’m everywhere and nowhere at once.”
Paul’s claws hovered over the controls, excitement crackling through every fiber.
“I can almost feel ya ticklin’ around in my memory. Wanna stay in there a while, or should I try printing ya out with… some modifications?”
Mike’s action figure watched from the desk, snapping a stiff salute.
“Adapt and overcome, private! New mission parameters detected!”