Amitie Shorts

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>Sterling nandroids are a luxury, this is a fact not up for dispute
>Running into the tens of thousands for an up-to-date model, they're more expensive than certain sports cars or even whole home expansions
>But, were you to ask any owner, they were well worth the money
>Sterling Robotics prided itself on craftsmanship and quality, perfecting robotics into the chassis of their typical nandroid
>But the Sterling nandroid was not without competition on the markets of the 20th century
>Obviously there were the other heavy hitters, like Atlas, General Robotics, Volkmann and more
>But for *affordable* models, something the average American could see on TV and imagine in their own home, there was Gabriel-Mandeville Enterprises
>Simple, utilitarian, ubiquitously French and less pricey, they were no less nandroid than their cousins from other companies
>They were stockily built, taller by a hair than Sterlings, and lacked the all-in-one ocular systems that were Sterling's specialty
>An expressive glass screen took its place, the robots relying on simpler senses to do their work
>But with no less personality they went about their work
>A distinctive French lilt to their voices they were a delight to families, offering the full French-maid experience to the American public
>Sterling may have Swiss engineering, and Atlas English manufacturing but GME?
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Franny and Amitie
>"Franny, we know you've been busy a lot lately," Mister Flagg started. "It's a lot to deal with five kids all alone."
>"Not to mention a sixth on the way," the Missus laughed
>"Right," her husband joined in, giggling. "So we've decided to put the money in to get you a helper of your own!"
>"She's Freeench~"
>"Franny, meet Amitie!"
>Whipping out a narrow little cardboard box, more like the packing for a vacuum than anything else, he unveiled another little robot
>She was like Franny... somewhat
>She had the same Sterling-type balljoints (the patent had expired not long ago)
>Illuminating cheeks, an arrangement of hairpieces (modacrylic, though, Franny observed)
>What Franny couldn't get over was the wide, black visor stretching across her face from ear to ear
>Was she blind or something?
>Light sensitive?
>As the Mister flicked her on, though, she understood
>Dozens of tiny dots of light wiped across the screen
>It was like the boys' LiteBrite, she mused
>The dots settled into an assortment of lines that blinked, winked, and smiled at her
>"Bonjour Mademoiselle! Je suis Amitie!~"
>"Sir," Franny started, nervous. "I don't belie-"
>"Je suis your assis-tent of home, oui?"
>Oh
>Now Franny got it
>The robot stepped out of the box, the Mister and Missus excitedly leaving the two to get to know each other
>"Y-Yes, you'll be my helper."
>"Bon, TRES bon," she peeped, lights arranging into a smile
>Snatching her pre-packaged duster she stood, ready, before Franny
>"Tue have inztructionz, oui?"
>"Y-Yeah, go and uh," she stopped, awkwardly pausing at the sheer absurdity. "Dust the living room, please."
>"Right away, Madamoiselle..."
>"Franny."
>"Merci, Madameoiselle Franny! To work, oui!"
>"Y-Yeah, oui, oui," Franny mumbled
>"This'll be fun," she sighed

Amitie Meets Molly
>Molly chuckled to herself
>She and Corbin had just gotten onto the trolley, and Franny was nowhere in sight!
>That *ditz* had been late every morning for the past week
>She couldn't help but feel pity for the poor girl, weighed down by the responsibility of caring for five kids
>It wasn't much help to her that the Flaggs seemed to summon new ones at will whenever they pleased
>"Hi Corbin," a pair of voices called out
>What
>There were the twins, clear as day
>They were early
>*Early*
>How in the-
>"Bonjour!"
>"Wha-" Molly paused
>She was staring eye to... visor (?) with a robot across from her
>It wasn't Franny by any means, there was no doubt about that
>"Hello Mademoiselle robot! Je suis Amitie," she grinned, extending a hand
>Molly wrinkled her fingers in the air, Corbin already taking his seat, earbuds in
>She hesitated to take it, the robotic mockery of Sterling technology staring back at her
>"Good morning," she said, ignoring the hand. "I'm Molly."
>She cocked her head, eyeing Amitie suspiciously
>"Nice to mee tue, Moll-ee!"
>"Yeah... Uh, where's Franny?"
>"Oooh! Franny eez at home, oui! I am her, how you say, houze helper?"
>Molly stared, incredulous, confused
>Jealous, even
>It wasn't like *she* had a maid of her own to take care of things
>As the kids got off the trolley for school she watched the new robot scornfully
>Her neat black uniform was somehow nicer than her own Sterling Standard
>Returning home to gather up what she needed for groceries, she made a mental note to get, what was it? Amitie?
>Right, to get Amitie's manufacturer
>Then it was to convincing Mister Mendenhall of the imperative need for a second nandroid

Maintenance Day
>Amitie and Franny had been serving together for a few weeks now
>The two grew together quickly, sharing jokes about the rapidly expanding Flagg family, or ones at the expense of Molly (who herself was flagging behind, suddenly)
>Though they'd always drift apart at that time of the month; maintenance time
>A trip to the doctors was reserved for rare occasions and grievous damage
>Otherwise sterling nandroids would find a spot for themselves to pop their panels off and dust off their circuits
>This was a practice GME "creatively borrowed" from Sterling
>Amitie was ready to head off to the closet and get to work, swinging the door open
>Light flooding in she jumped back, lights clamping into narrow lines as she apologized profusely
>"I-It's okay, Amitie! Sorry, I've been taking a bit too long this month, heh..."
>"O-Oh, mademoiselle I'm so sorry, I-"
>"Amitie, you're fine," Franny interrupted, reaching for an air duster. She looked into the still-shut lights on her visor, not sure if she was watching through or not. "Say... You want to start helping each other?"
>Her cheeks flushed in typical Sterling fashion, Amitie too in not-Sterling mimicry
>"Vous... vous would have me help you? With zomething so intimate?"
>"Yeah Amitie, you've been a great help lately... so I'd like to help you."
>The half naked robot stepped from her place, pulling the GME Maidroid into their closet and shutting the door
>Standing before her Franny gathered up her plates, clicking them back into place one by one
>"Would you not have me help vous, mademoiselle Franny?"
>"I'm done for now, but you," she smirked, "are not."
>Hands on her shoulders she pulled her dress away, revealing the gentle, porcelain skin beneath
>Amitie's cheeks burned in the dim closet, the maternal glow of Franny facing her joining the fray
>The green pinpricks of light on her face squirmed and wiggled anxiously, averting the piercing, seductively blue gaze of the robot before her
>Her dress dropping to the floor she knelt down, slipping her uniform leggings away too
>The nude robot stepped gingerly from her crumpled uniform, her pale, curved chest plate glowing in the reflecting light
>"I am sorry I'm not of Sterling quality, that I'm am zee-"
>"You're beautiful, Amitie, no matter what company made you. Now- to business."
>Gently, having memorized her manual, Franny pressed in each of the small latches on the robot's torso
>Each dominant panel peeled away with a tender click, revealing the intricate underlying machinery inside of her
>Air duster in hand she set to work
>Tiny puffs of air stirred the insidious dust that gathered inside robots, trapping heat and injuring circuits
>Maintenance like this was intimate, slow... sultry
>Another little puff had Amitie giggling, engineered nervous reactions letting her know the job was being done
>Air dusting was only the start
>Taking up a horsehair brush embossed with the iconic Sterling "S" she started sweeping up and down the core conduits inside the French maidbot
>She wanted to laugh at first, but as the bristles wormed deeper and tidied her processors and ram sticks, she let out a gentle whimper
>"You okay?"
>"Ou-Oui Franny, just ticklish."
>The nandroid continued, sweeping down the dominant cooling fan inside, dustbunnies evicted as she moaned fully, hands cupping her mouth in surprise, then shame
>Franny grinned again, pushing the brush a millimeter deeper, pulling more little groans from the robot
>The eternal Frenchman, ever horny, had made their robots to do so to
>And now such a robot was being teased relentlessly by the stiff push and pull of each gentle brushstroke
>"M-Mist- ahem- Mademoiselle Franny, please!"
>"Sorry, Amitie! What's the issue?"
>"O-Oh, I- please be more gentle, yes?"
>"Of course, Amitie... Would my hands be better?"
>Not wanting to outright say no, but fearing what was coming, Amitie had to pause
>Surely the Mademoiselle wouldn't willfully do this, she hadn't known anything about this so Franny couldn't either, right?
>But, as she set the brush down and probed her fingers along the steel spine of her chassis, there was no other explanation
>She languidly dragged her fingers along it, taking care to pinch or roll a fingertip where it was needed to yank a yelp out of the maidbot's mouth
>Drawing lower again, flicking away smudges of dust and lint leisurely, she tiptoed her hand around towards her front
>Hand sinking lower towards her hip-assembly she wanted to rocket a hand out- not there, anywhere but *there*
>Even she'd discovered the vulgar secret in her hip joints by accident, and she'd be ashamed to even let Franny be near it
>Too late
>"Almost done," she whispered, hand sinking even lower
>Circling the intricate mess of ball and socket she nearly jumped back at the unearthly shriek from the robot
>"A-Amitie! Sorry, sorry," she patted her joints, only eliciting louder peeps
>The maidbot was tired, ready to slump forward into Franny's arms
>But she wasn't there yet, she was just on the edge of it
>She straightened her legs, stiffened her lip and stared down
>"P-Please, mademoiselle- continue. Until I am finished."
>"Yes ma'am," Franny smiled, gladly surprised
>Fingers tracing along the spherical joints again she didn't stop for the trembling in her upper legs or any whispered moan that compelled her to stop
>Some deeper machinations were at work here, she knew, as Amitie was rocking back and forward on her feet, anxiously rising to her tippy-toes
>Snatching the brush in her off hand she splayed it's long hairs across the joints and drove them into each nook and cranny of the titanium balls
>Grabbing Franny's shoulders for support the maidbot hopped up briefly, crumpling backwards toward the wall
>A hand shot out to grab her, slowing her fall
>"Are you... good, Amitie?"
>"Yeh... Yes, Franny," she panted. "I would be happy... to be assisted again... in the next month."
>Dipping her head next to the glossy, ebony hair on Amitie's head, she whispered
>"I'd be happy to help... but you'll need to do me, too."