As your engineer, ZELL was responsible for overseeing your functions. It had crafted your metal body by its own four hands, making you the most brutal war machine in the empire's existence. A great deal of care went into ZELL's time with you, from raising you to caring for you to making sure you still worked. Sometimes, ZELL threw in something enjoyable, too.

ZELL had to test your sensors after important damage was fixed, to see if everything registered. Its favorite sensors being the ones that brought you pleasure, the only senses ZELL provided that were not taste, hearing, or smell. After all, ZELL had disabled those pain receptors to make you an effective cyborg soldier, and had just finished with the most important aspects. Now, it was time for it to have fun.

ZELL ran its hands over your most erogenous zones. You were terribly sensitive, but that was the point. ZELL loved torturing you like this the most. ZELL's bright pink hands wandered, its second set of arms holding your legs to keep you mostly still.

"Can you still feel these, I wonder?" It asks, a distorted giggle coming from its throat as it stroked your smooth, still-human sex. ZELL enjoyed how much you squirmed in response, like it was the greatest thing you had ever felt. "You're aware this is routine. Just to make sure fighting those pesky galactic battles didn't harm you. It would be a shame if you lost your ability to enjoy yourself."