Shouldn't have yelled...

Swallowing, I put my hands up in front of me. "K...Kim, you should r...really be in your room right now. In fact, maybe we sho..." I began, trying to coax her back. She wasn't tearing at my clothes or anything, but I did NOT feel comfortable under that gaze. The fact she was wearing rags (having apparently torn at her own clothing at some point) didn't help matters.

"Broke the door," Kim mumbled. Shit. "Y...you yelled, Johnny...you yelled really loud. I heard you and came to save you." God damn my mouth. She picked me up and hugged me, inhaling deeply through her nose as she did so. Oh god, I think she was smelling me.

My mind raced. I had to figure out something. Couldn't risk turning her on. Once again, I was full of regret for doing this to her. "Kim, I need to talk to Rachel," I said slowly. She hugged me tighter. Ouch. Ouch, ouch, OW.

"No, I can do better. I'll keep you safe forever, Johnny," she whispered. She...she was crying. Crying with joy at being able to hug me like this. Fuck my life. I closed my eyes and prayed for a miracle. To my shock, I got it.

With a shriek of despair, Kim and I were pried apart. I turned my head to see Rachel wearing her leotard. No shoes, no cloak, nothing else. Just her leotard. Probably what she meditated in. Her eyes were pure white...which was probably due to her using abilities (still no idea how the fuck a robot can do this shit). She was gripping the frame of the passage way that separated the den from the dining room.

Kim thrashed and babbled something. It sounded like a mix of English and Tamaranian...and peppered with my name. "John! What the hell is going on?!" Rachel yelled to be heard over the poor alien's own vocal noises.

"Gizmo...Gizmo appeared on TV. She hacked the signal or something and..." I tried to explain. Rachel's jaw dropped and she let Kim go...probably by accident. I was in Kim's frantically loving embrace in the blink of an eye...though suddenly she eased her grip and she blinked in confusion.

"Did someone say 'Gizmo'?" Kim asked, puzzled. Rachel let out a sigh of relief. "Kim, you're back..." she whispered. Did I trigger a reboot by mentioning a new robo-slut? That would be handy since I needed her help. Three were enough...besides, I think Gizmo was designed to just kidnap me and create a situation in which "fun" could be had...