DokiCorp: Yuri

>The screen in your hand read 100%, and satisfied with this, you unplugged the device it was a part of from the body of the droid on the table.
>The salmon haired machine whirred to life, and sat up. Save for the small ports in her back, you could hardly distinguish her from human.
"Congratulations on your new body, Mrs. Sayori." You say to her, wrapping the wires around the device and setting it alongside the computer that it was still connected to.
>She inspected her hands, and let out a high pitch squeal of excitement to which you recoiled.
>"I've got fingernails! And skin!" Her hands traveled to her lips, and she gasped. "And a mouth! Oh my gosh, this new body is amazing!"
"Yep. Top of the line DokiCorp Mark Three model, paid for in full by your partners work." Her head whipped around to face you, her face ecstatic.
>"Where is he? I've gotta show him!"
"He's out in the lobby, I'll take you out to meet him." You hold out your hand, and help her off the table.
>Leading her through the halls of the hospital, you come to the waiting room where a man hops up from his seat to run and meet the two of you. Immediately the lovers embrace, as you cross your arms and take in the scene with a sense of accomplishment.
>Handing the man a packet of information on his Doki's new body, you bid them adieu and retreat to the droid ward once more for a break before beginning construction for the day.
>Sitting in your office, you turned on the radio and kicked back. Thinking on the past few years, you reflect on how you've gotten here.
>You recognized robotics was an up and coming industry, and so you went to university for it. You were always interested in how things worked, breaking apart anything from clocks to DVD players to see how they ticked, and so as to not get in trouble, you became adept at putting them back together, too. Machinery was your strong suit.
>However, you thought you'd be working in a different field. Maybe developing robots for automating assembly lines, or maybe machines for war.
>Instead, fresh out of college, you found a job at DokiCorp. Assembling waifus.
>Not your cuppa, but it was good money and they hired you quickly after seeing your work in school. Plus, you got to call yourself a doctor once the droid wards were implemented in hospitals and you moved to work in one of those, and you got to see the looks of happiness on your client's faces whenever you'd introduce them for the first time or perform a miracle such as switching bodies between old and new or broken and fixed.
>The girls were cute, but you never really had any interest in them. Come to think of it, you hardly had interest in anybody, real or not. There was one girl, however.
>That one on the radio. The one who's voice was soft when she introduced songs, and focused when she got into a topic.
>The one who recommended so many books, which you had piled on your desk. They were a bit dense, but the ones you could get into really held your attention.
>The one who's poems were so intricate that you spent a lot of the menial time in assembly thinking over the various meanings they could have.
>Yuri, the host of Yur-Yur Radio.
>You'd like to meet her one day, you think. You'd wait for her; no one else would do.
>Trying to envision what she looked like, you couldn't really get a grasp on it from the voice alone. No matter, though. You liked that personality; that reserved person who had a deep passion past that shy surface.
>Shrugging, you open your eyes and look up at the clock. Shit, your break's almost up already. Swinging your legs off your desk, you stand up and stretch before heading back out into the hall and making your way to the assembly room.

>"Man, this is a bit boring." Your cohort said, snapping wires between an arm and a torso for an emerald eyed droid.
>Popping an earbud out, you look up at him, flipping your green protective face mask up.
"What do you mean? I get it's the same stuff we do every day, but that's kind of what a job is." You replied.
>"Yeah, I know. But I left my phone at home and the silence is deafening. I could be listening to music or somethin', ya know?"
"You mean your anime OSTs, you fuckin' weeb?" You gave a smirk.
>"I'll have you know that my OST playlist is full of jams, bangers, and bops, with a healthy mix of grooves, all certified fresh. Fuck yourself." He said, pushing the arm into it's socket after inspecting the connections. "Say, how about you take out those earbuds and let me listen to your music if it's so great?"
"Sure, no problem. Have a taste of real music for once." You unplugged your earbuds and turned up your phone, setting it on the table beside you as you get back to work on the inner workings of the droid in front of you.
>The tones of Yur-Yur Radio play, and your coworker gives you a strange look, as if he realized something.
>"Didn't realize you were a Yuri guy, Anon."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, her radio shows are pretty nice." You absentmindedly answer, connecting the wires between the neck and head of the body.
>"Yeah, she's pretty cool. I always liked Natsuki more, though. The weebshit really appealed to me, and that fang! God damn, so cute. So is that your droid you're working on?"
>You were stopped dead in your tracks. You knew he had a droid named Natsuki for a spouse, and the correlation between her and Yuri through his sentence made the implications click. You look at the purple haired head sitting in your hands, and it makes sense, if for a moment.
>Her name was Yuri, just as this model of droid was. But between never hearing that shy side when introducing them to their suitors, and the idea of a robot holding a charismatic job such as radio host being outlandish to you, you had never put two and two together.
>Your first time realizing this was your love, you admired her body, even in pieces. She was... beautiful.
>"... No, it isn't." You answered. Questions formed in your head, ones that weren't important before. Could you love someone who wasn't technically real? Where did the droid's personalities come from? Who was Yuri, really? The questions danced through your mind as you continued constructing her, and you asked a few to your compatriot, who while initially surprised, said he'd text you the link to their source later.
>After finishing assembly of the purple android, you found yourself wanting to turn it on and embrace it immediately. But you resisted those urges; this one was fated for someone else. You had some answers to find, first. Setting her aside for delivery, you got to work on the next droid. One with... blue hair? Weird, you thought before getting to work, and your day went on as usual.

>You found yourself in the morning, halfway falling asleep into your bowl of bran flakes. Damn that visual novel. Damn your coworker. And damn that girl.
>Playing it as soon as you had gotten home, you found yourself spending the better part of the night going through the story. It was entertaining, and as expected, that purple haired girl captured your attention.
>Whoever wrote her AI did a damn good job translating the predetermined text into a full-fledged personality, and you recognized the patterns in her text as the ones you heard on the radio.
>The game did naught for you but cement your feelings. You hurt inside when you learned of her secret, when she laid in the classroom. You pored over her poems, finding the meanings to each and every one. And you looked in her eyes in her CGs as the radio played, and you felt love spark in your heart.
>The next part of the night was spent researching the means of purchasing a droid. Turns out your work at DokiCorp entitled you to steep discounts, and with the funds you had saved so far from being a bachelor with a nice job thus far you outright purchased one, with next day assembly and two day shipping from your workplace. Given that you'd be doing the assembly and shipping wouldn't be necessary, you thought you'd be taking her home after work.
>Catching a few hours of restless sleep, you took a shower, and now you sat eating breakfast before heading into work.
>You were tired, but with the thought of this being your first day meeting your love, you found a second wind.

>The day was long, but worth it. Your day went on as normal, between tasks such as limb replacement for droids and regular assembly.
>However, at the end of the day, you finally got into the package in the room with your name on it.
>'THIS is my droid.' You announced to your partner, who was amused at what seemed to him such a quick turnaround. To you, however, you were in love with her before you even played the game.
>A whirlwind of emotion and action ensued. Assembling her, turning her on for the first time, seeing the spark of life as she realized she was no longer just code but equivalent to an actual person.
>And now, the two of you were home. You welcomed her into your tidy apartment, and showed her around.
>At first, she was taken aback, and shy. Of course; first of all, that was her personality, but also because this was all happening so fast.
>That fell away as you showed her the collection of teas you had amassed over your months of listening to Yur-Yur Radio, and the two of you drank as you read some of the novels you had purchased.
>Her reactions were clear in that she had never read them, but she seemed to like them a lot. She wasn't the same Yuri on the radio; and yet, she was. It was odd, but you felt a warmth in your heart you had never felt before as she sat beside you reading.
>When night had fallen and the lack of sleep caught up to you, you retreated into the bedroom together.
>You got into bed beside each other after changing into comfortable clothes for sleeping, and reached over to your bedside radio.
>Turning it on, you flipped it away from Yur-Yur Radio for the first time in many months, to something that seemed like purely soft songs to sleep to.
>After all, what was the point of listening to her on the radio when you had her right here?
>With your purple princess nestled against you, your arm around her, you fell into a peaceful slumber.