Haruto took a sip of his energy drink, leaning back in his seat and pushing his dark hair back out of his face. His fingers left dark smudges on his pale forehead, but he didn't notice. He hadn't slept for 36 hours, but he didn't want to; there was too much interesting work to be done.
A few feet away from him, on a metal table, lay a charging robot, stuffed full of wires pulsing electricity into its circuits. He tried not to look at it; he knew he'd grow too excited.
Instead, he focused on the work at hand: creating a more realistic fleshlight. He had been having problems with this one lately; instead of maintaining a realistic warmth, it would grow uncomfortably hot to the touch in minutes. Though Haruto had only had limited experience with members of the opposite sex--or really, other humans in general--he could guess that that wasn't biologically accurate.
A few feet away from him, on a metal table, lay a charging robot, stuffed full of wires pulsing electricity into its circuits. He tried not to look at it; he knew he'd grow too excited.
Instead, he focused on the work at hand: creating a more realistic fleshlight. He had been having problems with this one lately; instead of maintaining a realistic warmth, it would grow uncomfortably hot to the touch in minutes. Though Haruto had only had limited experience with members of the opposite sex--or really, other humans in general--he could guess that that wasn't biologically accurate.