Museum of Modern Technology 1
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Charity is out on a dare to sneak into the old museum and make out with a robot model on display. Little does she know that more things in the museum are more than just for show.
This is part of an old commission I did. Various terms may be out-dated and offensive nowadays, so be warned.
The Museum of Technology is just off the highway, and it is filled with the marvels that made the world what it is today. It’s also a showcase of all the interesting ideas that could have been, but never came into fruition. It is a time capsule of what the people of the past thought today would be like, and it is the perfect spot to finish the dare.
The black car pulls up just before the parking lot and comes to a slow stop. The driver turns off the headlights and looks over behind her seat, a twinkle in her eyes. “Alright, Charity. You picked ‘dare’. You gotta do it.”
Charity sighs, sitting there with her cheek in her palm, looking bored out of the window. “You know, when you said we’d have an exciting sleepover, I thought there’d be more sex involved.”
The driver gives her a shit eating grin and tilts her head as she speaks in a sing-songy voice. “Aw, is Charity scared she’ll get caught? I thought you loved the risk?”
“Yeah, when I’m blowing a dude, not when I’m breaking the law,” she snaps.
“Daamn,” a second girl in the passenger seat said. “Who pissed in your cereal? Either you take the dare or you quit the game. Don’t have such a fit about it.”
Charity rolls her eyes and unbuckles her seatbelt. “You want me to get that picture, right? Alright. I’ll do it. I’m no chicken.”
The two girls titter and await for her success as Charity slides out of the car. Dressed in black and having her wild hair under her hoodie, she’s basically a ninja as she makes her way through the parking lot. Approaching the old door, she takes out her lock tools and gets to work—a handy trick her daddy taught her after she became a “big girl.” She smiles as she thinks about him teaching her the ropes, but soon the door clicks, and she slides in. No alarm—some futuristic place this turned out to be.
With her hands in her pockets, Charity strolls along the museum. Though its dark, the lights outside and the wide windows give her enough to see. She makes her way past the history of invention, past a stone wheel, past an illustration of fire, and past carriages and carts. It’s all pretty boring stuff, but she figured even the ancient people had their way to have fun. If they didn’t, she wouldn’t be here. She runs her hand through her hair, imagining a caveman grabbing it and dragging her home to be his wife.
She snickers, but moves on, knowing that her goal led to the wing that’s at the end. Soon, she comes across a wide arch that reads “Yesterday’s Future: Presented Today!”
Jackpot.
She pulls out her phone, making sure that she had enough energy int here for what she needed to do, and she made her way inside the darker, unwindowed corridor.
Guided by the light of her phone, Charity can’t see much but long wires and funky murals on the walls, something that people in the 1950s might have been impressed by, but looks like something out of the Jetsons more than true speculative fiction.
She scans the room until she finds what she’s looking for: a metallic humanoid shape upheld by a pillar treated to look like two legs coming together at a point. The figure is dressed in a French Maid’s outfit, and despite not having a face, she is dolled up with care. Curly red locks go around her head and the outfit she wears is nice and clean.
Seeing a shelf by the maid, Charity turns on her phone’s camera and props it up. Then, she walks on over to the maid, her hands behind her back. “Hey there, Robetty,” she says, swaying back and forth. “Bet you haven’t seen action in a long time...” She steps forward, gently bringing her hands up around the robot’s shoulders. She whispers, loud enough for the microphone to pick her up. “I’d bet you’ve been so lonely in here.” Charity swirls her fingers along a curl on the red wig. “You need to have some excitement in your life. Here… let me charge your batteries.”
With that, Charity pulls her hood down and then places her hands on the robot’s “cheeks.” She then presses her lips where its mouth would be, letting out loud smacking sounds. Her fingers brush down along its body, groping, as best she can, against the metallic approximation of a breast.
After a few minutes of this, she pulls away, fluttering her eyes and licking her lips. “Wow, Robetty,” she says, a huff in her voice. “That… that was pretty good,” she says. “Can I have your number?”
The robot doesn’t respond.
Charity bites back a smile as she looks at the robotic maid, but then shakes her head. “Alright, that’s enough,” she says, turning her back to the robot and making her way to her phone. She saves the video, but before she can pocket the device, she hears something, a “clang”.
Turning her head, Charity sees nothing around her. She shudders and pulls the hood back up over her head. No use letting a security guard come up and catch her in the act. That would be more trouble than it’s worth. She takes a large step off to the side in order to see if there is anyone watching her. When she sees no one in the hall, she sighs in relief, only to gasp when strong arms wrap around her, holding her in a tight embrace.
“W… what the hell!?” she gasps, kicking feebly in the air. “Let go of me! I didn’t do nothing!”
Her hood falls down off of her face, and she is finally able to see the face of the one who caught her. The blood faded from her cheeks as she stares in wide-eyed shock at Robetty!
“You’re on!? The girl gasps in shock, squirming to get out of the robot’s grasp.