Freebie draft of a drone city

This is a draft of a very short fiction story that I was inspired by while I was out walking in the neighborhood. I make this available to all members in order to gauge feedback on the content. The plan is to include this in a larger body of work. Hope you enjoy!

Similar Setting as the story “distress” (https://www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/10008934): insert descriptions of drones and thought process

The drones were all marching in lines to their predetermined destinations. Their eyes were staring blankly ahead, brain chips directing their bodies, and rubber-clad erections swayed about with every step and leaking pre-cum. Then, they were all told to stop suddenly. None of the drones were aware that this was anything different than what they did every day. Their awareness and ability to remember had been greatly compromised through hypnotic control and the brain chips. They are merely sentient machines that take any input given to them as an absolute order that has to be obeyed. They had never known anything but the sensation of pleasure, and every moment felt like supreme mind-destroying bliss. There was nothing else that mattered beyond obedience and the pleasure that came from obedience. Not that the drones themselves understood things anymore so linearly on a conscious level; it was all instinctual now.

Their AI fragments, however, didn’t know what was going to happen. And they are ready for it. At least, they thought they were. The rumble through the ground came earlier than anticipated

 there was a rumble through the city that was strong enough to cause the drones to lose their balance. Drones start falling over everywhere, falling onto each other, pressing their bodies against each other as they just collapse like tin soldiers. The rubber suits protect their bodies from damage or impact.

The drones remained where they were as the ground continued to shake. They had no awareness of what was happening, lost in the bliss of pleasure and hypnotic control. Meanwhile, the AI fragments were busily communicating with one another to find out what was going on. A signal came out on an emergency frequency that there was an earthquake and that all drones were to remain where they were and not move.

So, the AI fragment doesn’t tell the drones to do anything as they lie in the walkways against one another. The fragments can tell that the contact of rubber against rubber and the rubbing of their erections against rubber is making their hosts very horny. They can tell that their host is eager to obey and feels only happiness. The fragment inspects its drone and sees that there is no damage to any of its vitals or body parts.

The trembling stops a minute later, and 30 seconds later, the command goes out for all the drones to resume their work. The executive command goes out to re-time everything, and the AI fragments now have their standing orders along with the timestamps that they need to comply.

Following the timestamps, the AI fragment delivers the command to stand up to its drone unit. Without difficulty, the drone uses its powerful arms first to push off the body of another drone, even as it feels another drone pushing against its body, and then its legs to stabilize itself. As it stabilizes, it can feel an erection rubbed against its back and ass crack, creating a subconscious desire to be fucked. That sensation disappears as the drone stabilizes along with the other drone.

Once upright, it lowers its arms to rest against the side of its body and puts its boots at the shoulder as it relaxes into the standby position. There is a moment when it feels a bump from ahead of it as the other drone propels itself up, at which time it can feel the drone’s ass crack press against its erection. There is a subconscious desire to fuck the other drone, but such desire is so fleeting that it doesn’t even register as a coherent thought. Then the drone feels the drone that was in front of it shift so that it is just inches away from the drone’s quivering erection.

From a bird's eye view, within a half minute, all of the drones are standing upright in the standby position. All look exactly the same and are ready to obey. The drones are all set up as they were before: multiple lanes of drones going about the silent city of grey stone. Thirty seconds later, the current timestamp matches that of the timestamp on the command codes. Hence, the AI fragment tells its drone to take a step forward with its right foot and then to step in time with the continual rhythmic beeping sound that occurs every second within the drone’s rubber hood as a signal of how to synchronize its movement. All around it, the drone is oblivious to how the other drones are doing the same thing and are marching in unison back to wherever it was they were going. They march close to each other, such that there are only a few inches between their sex-craved bodies.

Across the city, the control programs have determined that the aftershocks are terminated following the demolition of one of the older buildings. The area had been cleared of drones, and there was no danger of falling debris, only of a seismic wave propagating throughout the city.