Machines...

Agent Callaghan was pushed out to the hallway in her birthday suit, with the two bots in toe. With one of them securing her hands behind her back, she had no way of protecting her modesty. And with her badge in mouth, she had no way of objecting. It was a strong feeling of helplessness.

She peered around the corridor nervously, but fortunately found it empty. She dearly hoped her luck - if one could even call this luck - would stay, as the bots were leading her along in the buff.

At the end of the hallway, the bots pushed Shannon into an elevator and stepped in after her. Shannon gave a sigh of relief for not being seen thus far. She knew these elevators led to the upper level of the station, where civilians were not allowed. At worst, she could be able to meet some security personnal. At best, only a few more bots and the head of the station. To whom she would definitely have a few informal words. Naked or not, she was going to tear that guy apart for hindering her investigation. And for forcing her to prance around completely naked.

Just as the elevator doors were closing, they stopped and opened again. A screen inside lit up with the message "Maximum weight capacity reached."

"I think we have a slight problem." said bot one.

"More like a heavy problem who can't seem to cut back on the Twinkies." said bot two, slapping Shannon's wide posterior.

What? thought Shannon, her eyes twitching with anger. She was definitely NOT fat. Her hips were just naturally wide. She'd been spending ages in the gym. She was in better shape than most men at the agency. There was not an ounce of fat on her body. And she usually knocked out anyone suggesting otherwise.

"Guess we take the scenic route then." said bot one as it led Shannon out of the elevator. The screen lit up again with "Have a pleasant stay on Urma 7". Like it was mocking the poor agent.

"No! Wait!" Shannon tried to object, but by doing so she dropped her badge, which fell right through the small gap between the floor and the elevator. "Oh, crap..." she exlaimed as the bots kept leading her away. "Wait! My badge fell!"

"I can hear that." said bot two, with unmistakable sarcasm in its robotic voice.

"Do not worry. We will send a bot to retrieve it." said bot one as she led Shannon along the corridor. "Eventually..."

"Where exactly are you taking me?" she asked.

"To the service elevator. That's the only way to move 'heavy cargo'." said bot two.

"I'm not heavy cargo!" she argued. "I'm barely more than a 100 pounds!"

"Yes, yes... Yet, last week that elevator could handle the two of us and a grogann without any trouble..."

"That's bullshit! Even grogann eggs are only a short bit under 500 pounds, let alone grown ones!"

"Guess we know what you had for breakfast..." remarked bot two, loud enough for Shannon to hear.

"It's a mistake! I weight less than regular humans! Probably less that you! Definitely less than a grogann!"

"The elevator has no need to lie." tried to calm her bot one.

Shannon was starting to doubt that. Ever since she had arrived on this shitty planet, all machines she had touched seemed to be broken in some way. As they passed the stairway, Shannon got an idea. "Can't we take the stairs?" she asked, not wanting to walk around in the buff unnecessarily.

"We are mere security bots. We are not equipped with modules to allow us to scale stairs." explained bot one.

God, you are useless, she thought. So is the head of the station who cuts back on such trivial things. Especially since their personality modules are so fucked up. "Cant I take the stairs and wait for you up top?"

"Negative. Person under arrest cannot be left without supervision."

"And where exactly is this service elevator?" asked Shannon.

"Near the station entrance. It's only a short walk ahead."

"What? You can't take me there in my current state!"

"You mean, howling like a rabid space-monkey?" remarked bot two.

"No! I've got nothing on!"

"Nor do space-monkeys. The similarities are uncanny..."

"Do not be too hard on yourself. There are humans with smaller breasts." tried to reassure her bot one, with a light pat on her shoulder. "Mostly of the male variety though..." it added.

Shannon turned beet red at that remark. She was definitely not that small. Nor was she talking about her... curves. "I mean, I have no clothes on!" she corrected herself.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Your fucking machine's!" she burst out. It felt like everything was against her since she'd arrived. She came to the planet to make an arrest and gain fame, and instead, she was on her way to be paraded around a station full of people with nothing but the blush on her face and her gun up her a arse. "I'm... I'm sorry. Can we just not go to the front of the station? Please?" she tried to sound as polite as she could in the situation.

"Negative. We follow protocol."

"But worry not. My calculations say there are only ten civilians at the station." said bot one as she led Shannon through a large metal door where the naked agent was greeted by several dozens of civilians. All of whom turned to look straight at her. "... give or take a few..." it added.