Face to face again.

Timing it with his thrusts, Aida launched herself forwards suddenly, leaving a bewildered Maddox blinking dumbly, with his erection pulsing angrily in the air.

Hurrying into position, she got onto her back and beckoned him to her with her hands. Shaking his head to clear it, Maddox crawled forwards, driven purely by instinct. Mounting her smoothly, he thrusted into her with reckless abandon. Her legs snaked around his, cutting off his escape but still allowing him full motion, and her hands held his head directly in front of her face, so that she could see him.

If he had anything to say about being stared at by camera eyes, Maddox kept it to himself, preferring to use his mouth to pant and gasp at hers, while his hands swam under her arms to support himself. "Fuck... fuck, I'm so close..." he grunted, never breaking eye contact with her.

Matching his rhythm with as many functions she could, Aida nodded enthusiastically. "I can feel you throbbing inside me..." she gasped, anticipation mounting inside her like a climax would. "I'm ready... Whenever you want Martin... Just let it go..."

All too soon, Maddox's breath caught in his throat, and his core flexed, as his cock spewed out his thick, viscous splooge into her trembling, quivering pussy. Aida's head grew dangerously hot as she focused on his face, as if she was trying to burn his expression into her eyes so that, even after they wiped her brain, she could still see it. Letting his head go, she dropped hers onto the pillow as his fell right next to it. While he heaved for breath, she stroked his back gently as his cock's twitching slowly subsided.

There were many things she wanted to say to him right now, such as, "I love you", "Thank you", "That was wonderful", "Don't forget me", "Let's go again", but something told her, that just holding him as he slowly drifted off to exhausted sleep was the best thing she could do. Searching through her memory banks, she found his favorite slow song and very quietly sang it to him, and stole a gentle kiss on the side of his head as he began to snore.

In the morning, Maddox awoke early with a start. Seeing that he was alone in his room, he snatched at the neatly arranged set of clothing by the door, almost tripping putting them on as he raced towards his lab.

Throwing the door open, he saw that the android was already in it's dock, wearing simple clothes. He stood in front of it, and with it's eyes closed, it almost looked like it was just sleeping. At his desk, his assistant blipped into existence, and chirped happily at him. "Morning Prof! Good news! Found the problem, deleted it, and rewrote the code from scratch! All we need to do now is format it's data drive, re-install, and 1, 2, 3, like the bug never existed."

Taking a deep breath, he looked seriously from the android to his assistant. "You? You rewrote code from scratch? In 24 hours?"

She merely shrugged. "Well, I say from scratch. I basically compiled all of the files that hadn't been corrupted by the problem, copy-pasted over the bits that worked from the previous versions of the code, and tested them all one-by-one. And to get it done in time, I had to use all the processors from the other smart devices. Sorry about that." If Maddox was looking in her direction, he would have seen her change from blue to red and throw a dirty look at the android, before shifting back to her usual blue. "There might be a couple of compatibility issues that you may have to look at, but basically it's fixed. The prompt's on your screen now. Just need you to confirm it."

Coming over to his desk, he glanced down at his screen, and just as she said, there was a mess of windows open on it and at the forefront of them all, was a simple task box that read 'Format Data Drive?' and his only option, 'Execute'. Chewing on his tongue, his mind whirled with memories of yesterday, and his eyes kept shifting from his assistant to the android. "A.I.D.A," he began, leaning on his desk, "when it plugged in, did you copy over it's current memory?"

She took some time before she responded. "No. I didn't see the point, Prof. Why would we want to keep a problem version of the data around? Given time, it could infect the other smart devices we have, and if you decide to go public, we don't want to have a case on our hands for releasing potentially dangerous software. I also don't think it's a good idea for us to try and copy it now, because there is a chance that another problem might have developed, and I don't know how long it'll take for me to fix it again. Or if it'll just blow the entire house up." Clapping her hands together, she continued. "That being said, the sooner it's nipped in the bud, the better. Just hit that 'Enter' key, and it'll all be over."

Those were a few very good points made, but something didn't sit right with him. But he didn't know what.

Dropping into his chair, he frowned, deep in thought, trying to piece together exactly what was wrong. A task made more difficult, with his assistant in the corner of his vision, motioning his attention towards his screen, and her constant string of encouragement. "Let's go, Prof. Just press the button. Here we go. Press it on three. And a-one, and a-two, and a-three. C'mon, you know you wanna press the button. Let's go, Professor. It's right there. I've even moved the mouse cursor for you. It'll be over and done with when you press that button."

Her nattering slowly became a dull buzz in his ear as things started connecting in his head. Taking a steadying breath, he steeled his resolve. Raising his hand, he made his choice.