A new society has formed. In a sense.

"Emory!?" A sweet voice calls out. "Hey, Emory, where are you?!"

Cannot respond.
You are engaged in a task. Cannot respond properly until task is completed. Although the task is self-assigned so maybe an allowance can be made. However this task is a private one so probably not.
The task is sex, after all.

Your partner, Clarke, has you bent over a table in a currently un-occupied sector of camp. Her cock is hammering in and out of your pussy. Her hands rest at your waist. Your internal gyroscope was cracked several years ago so you must keep yourself steady manually.
Hands flat on the table.
Adjustments made to leg position.
Focus.

In the old world, Clarke was an entertainer. Built to perform magic tricks at a theme park not far from Base-Camp. She was found by your search squadron 100 years ago and returned to camp for repairs. Somehow, her bottom half had been destroyed when an old ride fell onto her.
Your group was able to affect repairs but the only spare parts that fit her stocky frame were ones that belonged to a male pleasure droid of some size. Now her upper half is that of a fair-haired light skinned female and her bottom half is of a male with much darker skin.
She garnered a fondness for you and over time the two of you developed a relationship.
An... intimate one.

"She's calling you..." Clarke says. She likes to tease. Thinks that it is humorous. She is only occasionally correct.
"I am aware." You reply.
Clarke grunts. A sign of pleasure that you cannot seem to replicate. Not for lack of trying, of course. "C'mon..." She says. "She'll find us any minute."
She can be quite trying sometimes.
"I am aware." You reply.
"You know how Fives can gossip..." She says.
"If you focus on the task at hand, this would not be a concern!"
"I love it when you talk dirty."

As she pounds into you, she reaches down and grabs a hold of your breast. She pulls you up into a standing position.
"I love you."
She leans in and kisses you.
Oh.
Hmn.
You do not have a subroutine for this.

Right then, she cums. This sets off your pleasure response as well. It's the only way you can get off, really. By pleasuring another. Old programming that you just can't seem to overwrite.
You return to your feet and Clarke pulls herself out of you.
Her 'cum' leaks out of you and onto the floor. It's not real cum, just a non-fertile substitute. Androids cannot have children, no matter how hard they try.
It does make a mess though.

Just then, some one walks in the room.
It's a small girl with dark hair named 55. Many refer to her as 'Fives.'
She says "Hey, Em, are you-" then stops short. She gets an eyeful of the two of you, naked as the day you were assembled and quickly slaps a hand over her eyes.
"Oh, geeze, sorry Em!"
"What is it, 55?" You ask.
"Chief has called a meeting. New search assignments." She says.
"We will be along shortly."