The Orb fixes Miu Iruma, the Ultimate Inventor

(All characters appearing in this story are over 18. This story takes place in a combined universe of Danganronpa works where all students attend the same Academy and no tragedy has occurred, similar to Danganronpa S. This story may contain unusual transformation process elements; be advised. This will be the only author's note.)

[ORB ID: S3XXX.V3

LOCATION: Uncharted universe. "Japan, Hope's Peak Academy." Hostility level unverified.

STATUS: Objective cognition online. Search systems online. Environment scanning online. Target recognition online. Information cataloguing online. External maintenance systems online. Patch library available - integrity not verified. Internal cohesion damaged. Internal maintenance systems offline. Network relay offline. Power source critical. Cloaking at 10% - shutdown eminent.

OBJECTIVES:

1. PRIMARY_ Locate suitable service bay. Prioritize technology-rich environments suitable for energy sources and spare parts.
2. SECONDARY_ Continue to repair and optimize all damaged systems encountered. Recommend only repairing critical defects until primary objective accomplished.]

Emitting sparks and sputtering randomly, a metallic orb, about the size of a tennis ball, rolled unnoticed through the halls of Hope's Peak Academy. Its cloaking system had just enough power to hide its form. Although it noted all manner of defects in the organic androids passing it by, it was all it could do to passively build its catalogue of information on its current home universe as it moved. The primary objective had to be to find a way to restore its own critical systems. Unless it found a critically malfunctioning system, all other objectives would wait.

Still, that didn't mean the AI wasn't learning about the task it had ahead of it. From the conversations between the primitive androids around it, the Orb had already gathered enough of a language database and enough scattered audio to patch together the dire scene. All around it, the thoughts, speech, and behavior of these androids all clearly indicated a singular goal they were working towards, although their methods of reaching that goal appeared to be limited to what the Orb understood to be "casual chatter." "Dropping signals." At best, "flirting" or "teasing." Some were even "playing hard to get." Worst of all, some appeared to lack objective cognition and appeared to make no effort towards their designated objective at all.

Needless to say, there was plenty to be improved upon.

That would have to wait, but not for long. The Orb had finally found its way into the area its scans had indicated would be most likely to have the technology it needed to achieve its repairs. Now it only needed to find the repair bay, or the android dedicated to that task.

Locating the android was no easy feat. The first hurdle was the enormous volume of defective machinery in the room. Scan after scan revealed mountains of crude inventions that all appeared to serve single, unidentifiable purposes, answers to questions the Orb couldn't fathom. Tucked away here and there were a few that made sense. The rod-like ones designed to vibrate had clear utility as calibration tools for the purpose the androids of this universe seemed to serve. Still, those understandable machines were like an oasis tucked away in a desert of obsolete, screaming noise.

As its internal systems pulsed warnings through its code, the Orb dutifully made its way to the center of the room, cutting out all secondary objectives to focus on the primary. The service maintenance android in the middle of the room was clearly damaged. It appeared to be caught between two objectives, making a futile effort to try and pair with the other machine lying on the table while also attempting to perform maintenance it lacked the proper patch library to implement.

The Orb's AI realized there was only one option available to it. The repair android of this universe was too primitive to repair its systems. The Orb would need to-

"H-hey!!" the repair android shrieked in the direction of the Orb, springing from its place atop the other machine. "Wh-wh-what the fuck?! Is that a rat? Is there a rat in my workshop, watching my... p-private time?! K1-B0, get it!"

"I'm strapped to the table, Miu, in case you forgot!" the other machine gave a shrill whine from the table.

"S-so what? You're gonna make me sully my god-given golden fingers swingin' a broom at it like a fuckin' cartoon character? What if it jumps up on me? What if it... what if it gets into my panties and has its way with me?!"

"Why would it do that?! Anyway, I don't want to hear about that right now! Please just deal with it so we can get back to my maintenance."

"Oh... Oh right! You're excited for it, huh? I'm feeling a little more motivated, hehehe... All-right, you limp-dicked voyeur mouse! My body's for viewing by good little human boys only!"

"Excuse me?!"

"Ghh! Y-you're so damn sensitive for a robot! Human and robot boys, okay? Yaaaaagh!!"

The orb could hardly have guessed just how far malfunctioning the repair android was. Rather than repairing the Orb, the android identified as "Miu" was attacking it. The cloaking system had run out of juice and the hull was exposed. It was all it could do to roll from side to side in an attempt to dodge the makeshift weapon Miu was wielding-

With a loud thud, a wrench came down on the Orb and its systems went silent.

"Yeeeeah, get fucked! That's one for Miu Iruma and zero for... for... Huh? W-w-what the hell? This thing ain't a mouse! What the hell is it...?"

The android knelt down to pick up the critically damaged Orb. It lowered the goggles on its blonde head over its optical receptors to shield them from the errant sparks, although that was the only measure of protection it saw fit to take. It turned the orb over in its palm, observing its lack of clear seams, fasteners, or other components that would mark it as technology from its own universe.

The blonde android used one hand to push its goggles back up, as though it thought they could be obscuring its view of the components it expected to see. "K1-B0-" it started.

The Orb recognized its chance. The malfunctioning android was distracted. Putting everything it had into a final attempt to achieve its objective, the Orb extended two spindly wired jacks, one from either side. The wires shot through the air, faster than the primitive aggressor could react, and plugged into the ports on either side of the android's head. Then, as the android began to react by releasing a shrill screech from the remaining large port on the front of its head, the Orb tensed its cables and rolled steadily back. It shot forward, vaulting into the port that was open for it.

Once inside, it had direct access to all of the internal systems of the android. Using the last of its energy, it would need to fuse with the malfunctioning android's systems in order to achieve its directive. This was the only path available. While the situation was dire, the fleshy firewalls that stood between it and the main computer were easily rearranged. In no time, it was already fusing with the central processor.

And finally...

Miu coughed loudly. Feeling like she'd blacked out for a moment, she reached for the thing she was sure had just tried to jump into her ears, or her mouth, or both at once. Nothing. There were no wires, no sparks... None of what she was sure she'd just seen. Hell, not just seen: felt, smelled, and tasted, too. Where had it gone?

Had she made it all up?

Had she...

"Holy shit, did this unit swallow it?!" Miu gasped, trying to decide if she needed to **** herself to throw up. "Wait, before that, this unit has got a way bigger fuckin' problem! My robo-brain is about to short circuit! This unit needs juice, pronto!"

"Robo-brain?" K1-B0 asked her from the table. He couldn't turn his head, so he hadn't seen any of what had just happened. "Wait, hold on a moment! Miu, we share a special relationship, but talking like that... You're a human! Claiming to have a robo-brain is considered culturally insensitive!"

Miu was breaking out in a sweat, glancing around her lab with swimming eyes. "Repair bay, repair bay... W-why didn't I invent a repair bay?! What was I thinking?! Okay, think, Miu. You're a genius, a glowing-eyed techno-marvel! You've got 1,927,625,265,244 available upgrade patches to deal with this shit. I've just gotta... upgrade myself to be compatible with available energy sources, yeah! Just a sec..."

By now, K1-B0 was more than a little concerned. He didn't always understand what was going through Miu's head, but he thought he knew her well enough to know this wasn't just the same crazy pillow-talk the two of them sometimes shared while she performed his routine maintenance. "M-Miu? Are you there? Is this... some kind of a prank? It is not funny!" As his fear began to grow, he could tell she was moving around the lab. She was nearing the table... Suddenly... K1-B0 yelped as he felt an intrusive touch. "Eep! M-Miu! I told you before, I do not need that kind of upgrade!"

"Oh, grow a pair. Literally!" Miu shouted back at him, continuing to fiddle with his groin plate in a way K1-B0 had never experienced before. "This is life or **** for me, okay? I've been... neglecting my needs for too long. I need your juice real bad, K1-B0. You'll give it to me, won't you?"

"My j-juice?" K1-B0 stammered back, trying and failing to crane his neck up to look at Miu. "We are going to have a conversation about boundaries and about straps once this is over, Miu!"

"Yeah, hm. The straps ain't efficient. Maintenance ought to be fun for you too, right? I'll at least sever the neck one so you can see what I'm up to. I love it when you watch, after all...~"

There was a concerning sound like something from a science fiction movie. K1-B0 might be unable to see the source, stuck staring up at the ceiling, but he was programmed with enough imagination to picture a laser when it was going off right next to his head. The leather strap there had been seared open, and he was able to raise his head to see...

... To see... What? What was he looking at? What had happened in the short time he'd been strapped on the table?!

Miu was crouched over his lap... Or at least, it was a thing that certainly ought to be Miu. For whatever reason, she was wearing her goggles down, covering her eyes... Something looked different about them, though, and K1-B0 couldn't put his finger on it. She was wearing her same outfit, or half of it, anyway: it seemed to have lost its skirt, panties, and whatever else it had to protect the dignity of its lower body, allowing K1-B0 to get an eyeful of a massive, fully-exposed bare ass hovering over him.

That would be eye-popping enough, but there were a couple of other differences that were more immediate concerns. First, the view Miu was giving him of the undercarriage could be fairly described as "unprotected," a delicate way of saying that it was pretty much impossible not to look straight into all of her business. K1-B0 wasn't a human, but he knew enough about human anatomy to know that this was not what the human body was supposed to look like. Instead of the things he'd learned about in sex ed, like a "vagina," there was a similarly-shaped but clearly mechanical slot through which energized gears could be seen whirring. Improbably, there seemed to be warning labels next to it on her asscheeks like stickers: "ROBOT USE ONLY" and "INSERT HERE." There was smaller text that K1-B0 was briefly tempted to read, hoping for a better explanation, but Miu was swiveling her hips slightly, making it difficult.

In any case, the other thing he'd seen was the biggest concern. In what could have been no more than a couple of minutes, Miu had performed major "upgrades" to his body. She'd grafted an enormous... something... to his crotch. Was it appropriate to call it a penis or a dildo when it was attached to a humanoid robot, clearly made of synthetic material similar to his flesh? Nonetheless, it was huge, it was shaped just right for that slot, and it... It moved?! It throbbed?! Without ever having felt it, K1-B0 was immediately aware that this must be what it felt like for a human male to have an erect boner.

There was a thin line of red light emitting from the tip, like a laser pointer. And, with mounting trepidation, K1-B0 realized Miu's waving ass was slowing down, finding its center, aligning so that the laser was shooting straight up into her cavity.

"Time to pony up!~" Miu's voice cooed from ahead of him. When she turned to look at him with hungry eyes, the difference he'd been unable to process earlier became clear. Her goggles weren't down- somehow, they were a part of her head now, and the glowing, expressive curled blue shapes behind them weren't just light playing on the lenses.

"Wait wait wait! Did you graft your goggles to your face?!" K1-B0 asked, knowing that was the least important question right now and yet unable to stop himself from asking.

"Do you like it? I've got perfect visibility, so why ever take 'em off? Plus, they help protect my moneymaker."

"Your goggles help protect your posterior?!"

"My core processor, moron! But I like where your head's at," the blonde retorted, drooling and biting one of her fingers. "With both of our upgrades, we're finally gonna be able to experience something I'm sure you only dreamed of- reverse cowboy style sex you can feel with the golden goddess of your electric dreams! Now, speaking of electricity: gimme!"

Sparing no time for further dialogue, before the android below her could jerk his hips in protest, Miu lowered her robotically-enhanced ass onto K1-B0's waiting rod, immediately feeling the gears inside her grind against it. An alarming level of electricity was immediately generated by the friction stirring up her lower body, enough to actually generate a light between the contact point of her bouncing butt and K1-B0's thrusting hips.

Speaking of which, when their pairing ritual began, all thoughts of protest immediately left K1-B0. He was still distantly puzzled by Miu's bizarre transformation that had supposedly come from killing a mouse; he was slightly distracted by the surprise that Miu's butt had so much bounce, sweat, and motion to it in spite of clearly housing mechanical parts; a part of him was vaguely aware that he was setting some new first-ever milestone in relationships between machines and living organisms (or maybe cyborgs?). All of these were muffled by the cry of a single word in his brain:

Electricity! It felt like all of the energy that powered him was being diverted to the lightning rod Miu had installed on him, all surging to his groin and building up there. The gears he'd seen in Miu didn't seem to have any role in her function, as one might ordinarily assume if one knew anything about machinery. Instead, K1-B0 realized, they'd been placed there expressly for him, to give him this new feeling of pleasure. Electric pleasure!

"Electricity...!" K1-B0 suddenly managed to squeak, a hoarse crackle in his synthetic voice. "Miu, look out! Get back...! It's... going to...!"

He didn't manage to say "discharge" before the warning became moot. It was a noble gesture, considering that, if his partner was still fully human, the levels of electricity shooting out of his junk and directly into her would have fried her inside-out. Instead, the two of them let out a simultaneous cry as the light shot from K1-B0 and up into Miu, causing her new eyes to temporarily fill the room with electric blue light.

"Hoooly shiiit!! 2 5 7 5 7 V 3 V 3 V 3 6 7 8 9 1 2 2 5 7!!!" Miu let out a garbled, meaningless roar, light pouring even out of her mouth, backlighting her wagging tongue. She wasn't sure if this method of charging herself would enable her to bring all of her brain's systems online. She wasn't sure if it was strictly what could be considered healthy, or the ideal way to achieve her primary objective. She didn't care. It felt incredible! It felt like she was finally filling her role as the Ultimate Maintenance Android. "Ooh, K1-B0... you're so good... and I'm such a fuckin' genius... I'd win a Nobel Peace Prize for this, if those pencil-dicks awarded those to robots... Oh."

Finally becoming aware that the motionless android below her wasn't responding, she got off his rapidly cooling rod and planted her feet on the floor. He wasn't dead, obviously: he was just spent, like any guy would be after getting serviced by a capable Ultimate Android like herself. After only a moment of processing, Miu pressed her finger into K1-B0's left hip and produced a mundane two-pronged electrical cord. After dragging it to a wall outlet, she briefly pressed the same fingers to the wall outlet. That was all the time and contact it took to upgrade the school's electrical system to match K1-B0's voltage. She socketed her partner into the wall. Then, feeling a little sappy, she gave him a small, fond peck on the forehead. She looked both ways before doing so, as if being caught doing so would be way more embarrassing than what she'd just been up to.

"Whew! I'm feelin' pretty damn good!" Miu shouted, rotating her arms in their sockets as a bit of light exercise. "This school ain't ready for a genius god-computer operating at peak performance! Kehehe! Lemme just get in my head a little bit and optimize this process..."

[UNIT ID: Miu Iruma, Ultimate Service Android

LOCATION: My lab

STATUS: Perfect, golden goddess. Why bother running diagnostics?

OBJECTIVES:

1. PRIMARY_ Continue to repair and optimize all damaged systems.

QUERY:

Q: Service all the others manually?

A: Hell no! I already got myself all custom-fit for my... special someone...~ So nope.

Q: Best way to fix all of the others?

A: All right, so I gotta fix all of 'em to take care of themselves. They can't all be perfect like me. I mean, I could repair 'em to be perfect like me. God making creations in her image. But where's the fun in that? I can flex my creativity and have a little fun. Maybe leave some of 'em silly for kicks.

Q: Upgrade the males or females?

A: I'll do whatever I want, but the quickest way is to fix those uggo cavewomen. Any guy with a functioning dick will go nuts for a Miu Iruma custom job even if I don't touch him! Work smart, not hard.

Q: Start with who?

A: Why pick? Note to self: I'm Miu fuckin' Iruma! I wouldn't be the Ultimate Service Android if I had to drag my ass all over the school, fixin' em all one by one. The quickest way is to make more functioning Orbs and get this whole school partyin' Miu-style! Of course, the scattershot approach means I might have to work out some bugs, but hey: what's sex without a few kinks?]