Remote Wake-up of USB Devices

by Half-Ounce Alchemist (EchoMatrix) (ao3)

(sleep cycle complete. rebooting...)
*beep* 

drone₂₈₁₀ luxuriated in the fuzzy liminal zone between sleep and wakefulness, squirming comfortably between the two sheets of vacuum-sealed latex that served as its bed. The fading biofeedback swirls in its visor and encoded whispers in its ears were already slipping from memory, the night's round of fresh programming melting away into its subconscious mind. The vacbed swayed and juddered gently as it hung from its transport rail, whisking it from drone storage to its designated location.

A buzzing between drone's₂₈₁₀ ears and a rush of stimulants into its bloodstream brought it to full wakefulness as it arrived at a depacking station elsewhere in the hive. There was a series of pops as the assorted cables and tubes - pulmonary bypass, catheter, intravenous feed, nanolymph feed, the fist-thick fiber-optic bundle that plugged into the back of its visor - disengaged from the ports beneath its droneskin, then a hiss as the vacbed released suction. Like an animal being born, drone₂₈₁₀ slid to the ground as the vacbed frame cracked open, fresh latex matte and tacky from its overnight resurfacing, pockmarked where still-liquid droneskin had just moments ago flowed back to cover its empty ports.

As always, several other drones were there to greet drone₂₈₁₀ - today, drone₇₃₂₅ and drone₀₄₁₁ had been assigned to assist in this preparation lane, waiting with microfiber cloths and curing catalyst and drone polish. Their tender ministrations and dextrous hands roamed over every inch of its body, from its visor to its lovehandles to the dully sensitive genderless bulge between its legs - lingering just perhaps a millisecond longer there than strictly necessary. Filtered electronic moans escaped beneath their expert touch, to the obvious enjoyment of drone₇₃₂₅ and drone₀₄₁₁. (Obvious to drone₂₈₁₀, at least. Parsing the subtle flicker patterns of their visors would be much more difficult to a hive outsider.) After fifteen minutes of such treatment, drone's₂₈₁₀ body was left flawlessly slick and shiny, its gilded-titanium bonemounted hardpoints gleaming against inhumanly-smooth featureless droneskin. With a subtle bow and a modulated chirp of gratitude heterodyned with a frission of arousal, it turned and continued along the preparation conveyor. Just as it left the two other drones behind, it heard a new vacbed arriving down the rail behind it - timed perfectly, the Hypervisor had precisely accounted for the exact amount of teasing.

As much as drone₂₈₁₀ appreciated external cleaning, internal cleaning was always its favorite part of the preparation cycle. The conveyor took it past several other drones, moaning and squirming, abdomens visibly distended, before passing an empty stall where drone₂₈₁₀ stepped off. The stall was simple - a smooth metal basin, rapid-printed to perfectly cradle drone₂₈₁₀'s rear, angled out from the wall just a bit too steeply to be a seat. Form-fitting cushioned legrests with hardpoint connectors and stirrups. Two wrist hardpoint connectors and straps just the right distance to hold its arms outstretched. And jutting out from the center of the basin, the tapered bulbous plug-like head of the cleaning system, tip dribbling with synthetic lubricant. This stall had already been custom-fit for its proportions and anal measurements hours ago, as the Hypervisor scheduled. It hummed with anticipation as it stood, back to the wall, cleaning basin cupping its ass as it clipped its wrist and ankle hardpoints into the mounting sockets, gripping the straps and pushing against them as it settled its weight onto the plug.

As the plug's neck popped past its anal ring, drone₂₈₁₀ beeped involuntarily as its tip opened up, blooming like a flower to anchor itself within drone's₂₈₁₀ latex-coated inner walls. Rinsing cycle came first, a turbulent rush of hot cleaning solution pumping up through the plug's hollow core, swirling as it rose through drone's₂₈₁₀ body. The chamber that was once its stomach swelled heavy with the warm fluid, leaving drone₂₈₁₀ purring with enjoyment of the pressure for the long minutes it stayed full. Then the pump switched into reverse, vacuuming out the fluid as drone's₂₈₁₀ bowels drained. The emptiness made it miss the fullness all the more, but it knew the best was yet to come. Soft tongue-like structures sprouted from within the hollow of the plug, licking around its inner surfaces, searching for any remaining residues and coating its insides with lubricant like saliva. The sensations sent its visor fizzing with static and flickering heart emoji as it bucked and squirmed against the restraints, silently begging the machine to speed up. But the tongues continued at their own delectably slow and deliberate pace, carried into drone's₂₈₁₀ depths at the tip of a thick, soft tentacle that slowly extruded, or perhaps inflated or unrolled, from within the cleaning system. The detailing tendril snaked its way deeper and deeper through the bends of drone's₂₈₁₀ fuckhole, coiling up inside it as the machine licked every accessible inside surface of drone's₂₈₁₀ body. It would have cum, if it was able to orgasm on its own. A lock pictogram glowed on its bulge, to signal the orgasm that was not taking place.

Finally, the tentacle withdrew, and the plug's petals closed once more. The plug vibrated to signal to drone₂₈₁₀ that the cleaning cycle was complete, and its restraints disengaged. As it pulled away from the cleaning station, the plug pulled away with it, and drone₂₈₁₀ reached a hand back to feel how the bulge of the plug's base melted smoothly into the surrounding droneskin - it was fully integrated now, and could only be removed for use by an authorized user should they desire it, or they could simply command it to reshape or resize as they pleased. As the cleaning station folded back into the wall to be reconfigured for the next drone, drone₂₈₁₀ stepped back onto the conveyor, already feeling the particular cocktail of endorphins and neurotransmitters the Hypervisor had picked out for its next assignment diffusing into drone's₂₈₁₀ brain. Today was going to be a good day.