My Life As A Teenage Robot Porn Story: Diamonds Are a Robots Best Friend Chapter 3
Diamonds Are a
Robots Best Friend
A My Life as a
Teenage Robot Fanfic
Chapter Three
Treasures and Mysteries
Jenny had never seen anything like the Marquis Jewelry
flagship store, in the ritzy part of downtown.P
The windows and shelves were filled with exotic, one-of-a-kind gems that
glittered with every color she could imagine.P
The jewels sparkled with such a fierce, dazzling light it seemed as if
staring would put her into a trance that shed never want to wake up from.P The elite of Tremorton high society browsed
the store, and if they even noticed Jenny it was only because she was walking
next to one of the richest men in the world.
Oooooh Ive never seen anything like this before!P What are those?P Look at those!P And
those!P Jenny was pointing to
everything in sight.
These mere baubles will not be going to my estate for the
exposition.P The more interesting the larger
specimens are being prepared and cleaned, even as we speak.P Is that something you would be interested to
see?
Would I ever!P
Jenny clasped her hands together.P
Are we going to see some of the diamonds that Im going to model
at the show?P She managed not to
giggle.P Hee hee model!P I love saying that word!P Model model model!
Not today, answered Marquis.P Seeing her disappointment, he explained.P Ah, you see Jennifer, my finest craftsmen
will be working right up until the final moment to create the most exquisite,
the most unique jewelry for you.P
To take a look now would spoil the surprise, no?
I suppose, she sighed, and followed him through a door in
the back of the glamorous store.P As
large as Marquis Diamonds flagship store was, it was only on the first floor
of a four-story building.P Jenny and Mr.
Marquis took a quick, smooth elevator to the buildings second floor.
There were long rows of workbenches, covered with
specialized machinery whirring and grinding away.P Each workbench was covered with trays of sparkling rocks.P Some benches had human jewelers hunched over
them, working on jewels with magnifying goggles.P Others had robot workers and dozens of worker robots scurried
about, carrying boxes and supplies from one workbench to another.P The whole room had a feel of well-ordered
busyness to it.
Wow, you werent kidding when you said you felt comfortable
around robots.
Of course not.P Now,
I want you to see something wonderful.P
Follow me, Jennifer.
Maximillian Marquis and Jenny walked over to one of the
workbenches and watched one of the most skilled, senior jewelers work on a
rough, dirty chunk of rock.P Jenny could
see flashes of light, but it certainly didnt seem like something that one of
those fancy rich ladies would want hanging around their necks.
All diamonds start off like this, explained Marquis.P Their beauty lies buried beneath dead, dark
rock, sealed away, hidden from the universe they are saving their divine
essence for he who is bold enough to free them from their tombs.P The jewelers bench tools started to polish
and grind the diamond, and a familiar blue-white color started to emerge.
Marquis stared at the diamond, and his voice slowly grew
louder.P Diamonds are one of the
strongest substances known to exist constant, eternal.P They will survive us, they will survive the
planet, they will survive the death of the sun itself.P And yet such strength is coupled with such
beauty.P Look at the radiance, at the
fire dancing within, brought to life before our very eyes a piece of perfection
has been born with a shining brilliance wrought forth as if from the forge
of the gods themselves!
Jenny stared at him with an arched eyebrow.P Wow you, uh, really like diamonds, dont
you?
He adjusted his ascot, and regained his charming
demeanor.P Forgive me, young lady.P My passions occasionally get the better of
me.
Jenny heard a few heavy footsteps, and was suddenly aware of
a tall, hulking figure directly behind her.P
She turned and looked up, slightly startled, to see a glowering
black-and-silver face staring down.
Mr. Marquis smiled.P
Ah, Rojack!P Splendid.P They are ready?
The massive robot simply made a pointing gesture with a
massive forearm.P Marquis and Jenny
followed him to a different part of the workshop.P They came to a large table, sitting underneath several
powerful-looking drills hanging from the ceiling.P Sitting on the table were six very large, rough, rock-encrusted
diamonds, with a dull purple color.P
Each diamond had to be at least the size of a football.P The jeweler sitting at the table looked very
upset and nervous, now that his billionaire boss was approaching him.
What is it? asked Marquis, concerned.P There is a problem?
The jeweler held one of the dull purple diamonds in his
hands.P We were hoping to get the
cutting done today for these Jovian diamonds, Mr. Marquis.P But our most powerful laser drill has broken
down, and none of the other drills are strong enough to do the job.P And we cant get a replacement delivered in
time for the Diamond Expo this week.
Marquis shook his head, with sadness and anger.P Blast!P
These were to be the most spectacular display at the Exposition!P He bowed to Jenny.P I must apologize, Jennifer.P
These are extremely rare Jovian diamonds, and they were to have
been part of the main display at the show.P
The display which was to have centered around you, in
fact, he added casually.
That got her attention.P What do you mean, was?
Jovian diamonds are extremely rare and extremely tough,
explained the jeweler.P They can only
be polished and carved with a high-power laser.P And ours just broke down.
Jenny looked over the laser drill hanging from the ceiling,
and tapped her chin, thinking You know, I have a whole bunch of lasers.P I have one thats at least fifty times more
powerful than this laser drill.P Maybe I
could help.
The jeweler gave her a suspicious look.P Power is fine, but the drill is extremely,
extremely accurate.P You would need to
make cuts accurate down to the atom.
Its all right, Jennifer, said Marquis.P Well find something else for you to
do at the show
Something else?!?P
Hold on a second!P No, wait,
I can do this!P A door panel slid open
on Jennys back, and a five-foot laser barrel telescoped out and pivoted over
her head, crackling with energy.P Lenses
snapped into place to narrow and focus the beam.P She grabbed the rough diamond in both hands, to steady it.P What shape do you need it cut into?
The jeweler showed her a rotating, 3D model on a computer
screen.P Her eyes extended outward into
smaller and smaller sections, like a microscope, and then her laser flashed into
to life.P A thin beam started quickly
dancing around the rough diamond, cutting away bits of rock, shaping it.P The jeweler looked on, gnawing on his lower
lip.P Maximillian Marquis watched with
fascination.P Rojack watched too, with a
hint of a smile on his face.
The laser stopped, and the jeweler gasped in awe.P On his desk now sat the most perfectly
polished Jovian diamond hed ever seen, sparkling violet, with flashes of white
shining from its many facets.P Jenny
grinned with the pride of a job well done, then went to work on the other five
lumps of rock.P Ten minutes later, six
identical, perfectly cut Jovian diamonds sat on the workbench.
You are truly a wonder, laughed Mr. Marquis, grasping his
walking-stick in both hands.P Thank
you, my young friend, thank you.
Jenny shrugged her shoulders and blushed.P Aww it was nothing.P Ive carved up whole asteroids with
that laser before.
Simply amazing.P He
gestured to his towering robot assistant.P
I must tend to some business here for a time.P Rojack here will take you to the third floor, which features a
far more comfortable environment.P
You are to begin your training for your modeling debut.
She cupped her hands over her mouth to stifle a squeal.P Well, lead on then!P She strutted away behind the
black-and-silver giant, beaming with a mixture of delight and pride.
Once the elevator doors closed, Maximillian Marquis turned
back to the workbench, and admired the six massive violet diamonds.P He picked one up and turned it over in his
hands, then spoke to his jeweler.P It
is a perfect cut, yes?P Down to the
atom?
The jeweler grinned.P
We could never have done it ourselves.P Nobody else could have.P
With pure Jovian diamonds like these, and such a precision-engineered
cut do you realize what youre going to be able to do with these
Ahh, ahh, ahh, interrupted Maximillian Marquis, grinning
wickedly.P That would spoil the
surprise.
The offices of the Tremorton Tribune hummed with activity,
and the writers in the newsroom worked with a fever pace to get ready for the
next edition.P The clatter of keyboards
filled the room, and a constant background of simultaneous telephone
conversations made it difficult to hear yourself think.P Brad had to move fast to keep up with the
pace that his mentors demanded of him.P
He grabbed a pencil and a notepad, and rushed over to the assistant news
desk to get his orders for the afternoon.
All right, Brad, youre doing a great job so far, growled
the assistant editor.P Youve learned
the most important rule of journalism everything starts with the facts, and
youve got to get the facts straight!
Thanks chief, said Brad, madly jotting down notes.
Dont call me chief.P
Now let me hear what youve got.
Brad took a deep breath.P
Thats five black coffees, two double cream, one skim milk, two sugars,
one milk and sugar and one decaf.P His
face, and his shoulders, sunk.P Will
that be everything?
Somehow the assistant editor was managing to talk to Brad,
the telephone, and proofread a story at the same time.P Get me one of those cheese danishes if
theres any left.P And buck up,
son!P The Tremorton Tribune is an
engine.P A high-powered engine, churning
out the news!P And every engine needs
fuel!P There are no small jobs at the
Tribune, son!
But I was, yknow, kinda hoping to write an actual
newspaper story, sir!P Brad
interrupted, as politely as possible.P
I mean, Im not going to get much of a grade for Career Week by fetching
coffee and sandwiches!
Sandwich!P Thats a
great idea.P Get me a roast beef on
rye.P With that spicy mustard!
Brad rolled his eyes.P
Yes, sir.
The assistant editor barked a few more instructions into
another phone, then turned to Brad.P
Look, son, the jewelry theft was a nice bit.P Good police blotter stuff.P
But its yesterdays news, boy!P
Robber steals jewels, robber runs away, robber gets caught, blah, blah,
blah.P Wheres the hook?P Wheres the gimmick?P Wheres the two-by-four to the back of the
head?P News starts with the facts, but
were selling papers, Brad!P We need stories!P Thats what those knuckle-dragging goombahs
out there want to read.P They want spectacular!P They want sensational!
Brad tapped his forehead with his pencil.P You do realize that the robber was a robot,
and it was caught by a teenage robot?P
That isnt sensational?
Not in this town, he growled back.P Two phones rang, and suddenly he was dealing
with two other crises.P The mayor got
caught where?P With how many flight
attendants?P Beautiful!
Brad slumped out of the assistant editors office, kicking a
wad of paper on the floor down the hallway.P
How am I supposed to come up with a sensational story by the end of the
week? he groaned.P Nothing ever
happens at school.P And the assistant
editor even thinks Jenny is boring?
That probably wasnt the whole story.P It seemed like the other news writers that
Brad had talked to viewed the Career Week internship as a bit of a joke.P Not to worry, well give you a great
review at the end of the week.P Now go
carry this stack of papers back down to Research!P Brad had certainly learned one valuable lesson about the business
world there was no lower form of life than the intern.
One of the photojournalists saw the look on Brads face, and
called him over to his computer workstation.P
Dont let the old man get you down, kiddo.P Did he give you the spectacular-sensational speech?
Brad nodded, and the photographer chuckled.P Look, Brad, all you gotta do is take your
camera, go down to some retirement home, find an old geezer whos having their one-hundredth
birthday, take their picture, write up a nice piece of sugary fluff about them,
and bingo.P Theres your project, and
your easy A.
Yeah, I suppose, Brad sighed.P Doesnt seem like much of a news story, though.
Oh, and when you take their picture dont cut off half
their body.P He laughed, and tapped a
few keys on his workstation.P The
pictures you took of the robbery yesterday are property of the Tribune, but,
ah, we figured wed make a copy of em so youd have something for your school
report.P Although, I have to warn you
they really stink!P He pulled a disc
out of his computer, and handed it to Brad.
Okay, I know, I know.P
I need to practice with the camera more, groaned Brad.
The photographer gestured to the giant monitor on his
desk.P Hey, when the software on this
monster cant fix your picture, then you know its really bad!P Take a look at this one.P He tapped a button on the screen, and up
came a fuzzy, blurry picture of a sidewalk and some parked cars in front of the
Marquis Jewelry store.P There was a swab
of light blue and white in the top of the picture.
Im guessing that this is your robot friend.P Or at least her legs.P He clicked a few more buttons, and the
picture improved dramatically, although is was still hazy.P The sidewalk and the parked cars were now in
near-perfect focus, and a pair of fuzzy robot legs hung in the middle of the
photo.
Brad grinned, impressed by the computer.P That is pretty sweet!P I guess Ill just have to make sure I stick
to taking pictures of stuff thats standing still next time
Something in the picture caught Brads eye.P Hey, can you zoom in on this?
Sure thing, kiddo.P
Zoom in on your friend?
No, the blue parked car.P
On that front window of the blue parked car!
A few mouse clicks later, the car window filled the computer
monitor.P At this magnification, the
image was a little grainy, but
Huh.P Somethings
reflecting in that window.P Theres
somebody standing on the roof of the jewelry building, just watching the
robbery.
The photographer was mildly interested, but Brads eyes were
riveted to the screen.P He recognized
what he was looking at.P A tall, hulking
metal figure, black with hints of silver trim.P
It was holding some kind of remote controller in its hands, and on its
chest was plainly visible a double-M design.
Not somebody.P Some robot.P What did that billionaire dude call
him?P Rojack.
Continued in Chapter
Four
A/N:P Nice to hear
from you Crimson L!P I misses ya when
you dont review (pout).P Youre half-right
on the capitalization.P Are is a verb
and should stay capitalized, but a shouldnt.P Well, thats why pencils have erasers!P As for your plot guesses well, it just aint that simple.P And Rojack is quiet, but is certainly not
mindless as a few of our heroes will find out fairly soon (dum dum dummm)
And to everyone else whos left a review thank ya thank ya
thank ya!