A mechanical claw stops him by taking hold of his jockstrap

Unfortunately Mark’s daring escape wouldn’t get him too far.

The heartless machine threw another one of its tentacle-like metal limbs at the runaway outlaw and caught him from behind. This extensible arm wasn’t even armed with any fancy lasers, the two rudimentary claws at the end of it had been enough to catch the petty criminal. Embarrassingly enough, these two rusty metallic fingers had stopped Mark in his tracks by grabbing the waistband of his jockstrap.

“CREATURE HAS BEEN SECURED.” The machine announced.

“Let me go, you piece of junk...!” Mark tried to liberate himself from the tight grip of the machine without success. The extensible arm began to retract and Mark was unceremoniously dragged back towards the pristine white room as the claws gave him a wedgie. He had to admit he had been caught like cattle.

The machine relentlessly yanked at his mistreated underwear until two more metal tentacles launched at Mark, grabbed both of his hands and suspended his body in mid-air.

Once he was bound his chest plate was removed by cunning mechanical hands and thrown down the chute as if it was a piece of trash.

Mark saw the stares of the disembodied eyeballs and gulped. There was only one garment remaining on him. He shrieked with fear when he saw another tentacle that ended with scissor blades heading to his groin.

Knowing the quirks of the artificial intelligence governing these tentacles Mark wasn’t too trusting and closed his eyes. Surprisingly, the machine managed to cut the waistband of Mark’s jockstrap in a swift clean cut that didn’t cause any accident. Mark opened his eyes to see the two halves of his jockstrap falling off to the ground and then promptly thrown down the chute.

“You bastard!” The outlaw yelled. He wanted to cover up, to cup his genitals away from view but he couldn’t move his arms at all. He looked down at his body which was completely barenaked save the burnt ashes of what used to be his cotton clothes.

“POTENTIAL THREAT TO UNKNOWN PRIMATE ELIMINATED.” The emotionless voice stated to itself, as if proud of its own hard work. “RESUMING BATHE, MEDICAL, AND COMPLETE PROFILING OF UNKNOWN PRIMATE.”

A long hose came out from a hole in the wall. It appeared to move on its own just like all the other limbs of the machine. It aimed menacingly at the human suspended in midair.

“Can’t you just give me a sponge on a stick to wash myself?” Mark pleaded.

Another hole opened and a hand holding a wet sponge on a stick came out, pleasantly surprising Mark for once. But the very next moment the water hose opened and a steady direct flow of ice cold water sprayed the naked outlaw.

Mark screamed. It was freezing cold!

Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse the mechanic hand holding the sponge on a stick began to scrub the human’s body all over, taking extra attention in soaping his buttcrack, armpits, face and groin.

Mark felt violated by this extremely thorough and soulless “bath”. He was being treated very roughly by this evil machine. But of course from the machine’s point of view this manhandling was just business as usual as classifying and organizing organisms was its purpose. That included cleaning them and rinsing them thoroughly.

When the ice cold water finally ceased to come out he wasn’t offered any towel. Mark was shivering. The water had been so cold his exposed genitals were completely shriveled and shrunk down.

“BATH COMPLETED.” The voice coldly announced and without giving Mark a single second of rest it continued. “COMMENCING MEDICAL AND COMPLETE PROFILING OF UNKNOWN PRIMATE.” Numerous eyeballs came closer to the naked man, their scanners analyzing every single exposed inch of the wet, shivering and helpless outlaw.

Despite Mark clearly not having any signs of injury some of the eyeballs analyzed him with an X-Ray, while others seemed to classify the unknown specimen by comparing him to a library of all sorts of species. Another one of the eyeballs came close to his groin. A green scanner shot from its pupil which thoroughly scanned the embarrassed man’s shriveled, unimpressive excuse of a penis.

The thoroughly advanced machine disclosed its findings in that characteristically loud, cold voice of its.