Day Two: Morning

[Hellfighter 17]

Orion heard the android go, ‘Come on, let’s go,’ which interrupted his own speech short. On impulse, the saiyan let out a sly smirk on his face, and also as though on instinct it was quickly retracted and replaced with his usual wary expression. The slight smile lasted for barely even a recordable amount of time, almost as though his brain went like this:

Orion’s brain [6:23:37]: /smirk on
Orion’s brain [6:23:37]: /smirk off

with the timestamp displaying it to the exact same second. This is why it would most likely appear as a facial twitch to anyone who was watching.

Seventeen’s body was quite complex, as one would infer when biological tissue and organs were combined with electronics and machinery. Sensors were a vital part on the electronic side, as biological ones, while quite intricate in some ways, just could not be maintained for a long time, and cyborgs were supposed to last for hundreds of years. The primary sensors were placed where the eyes appear on humanoid beings, but that did not mean they were only there—there were other places, although none of them as utilized, efficient, or high-in-quality as the eyes.

One of the sensors was Seventeen’s rearview, which was simply a camera placed on his ass. It was able to filter light from an object right up next to, that is, clothing, and piece together the light to make a fairly comprehensive view of behind him, making the asscam one of the most complicated photosensitive devices created. The asscam was able to see Orion’s face even after he had turned around, thus enabling it to capture and store Orion’s smirk-twitch.

Now, Seventeen was very stupid when it came to accessing secondary and tertiary functions on his body—he did not even know how to activate the miniguns in his arms, one of the most lethal features of his design. Coincidentally, though, his central processing unit accidentally sent a command that overrided the primary visual sensors such that the asscam would comprise his primary visuals. Immediately he caught sight of the saiyan’s face as it appeared to do a muscular spasm.

‘What did your face just do?! That was freaking insane!’ Seventeen said, flailing his arms in front of himelf, which, from Orion’s point-of-view, did not look quite right. The android noticed that, although his head was moving while his arms were, his sight remained fairly unwavering. ‘O-M-G,’ he said, very perplexed. He started to run around frantically, and he noticed that his line of vision started to change again. Stopping, he started to move his head some more, but there was still no effect. Seventeen decided to do a bit of a dry heave with his body, thinking that would help, and, sadly, it did not. Swinging his arms in anxiety, he noticed that when he felt them behind himself, he could see the edges of his hands.

The android began trying to move only the back part of his body, which proved to be quite the difficult task. All that ended up moving was his buttocks, and, consequently, his vision shifted—A-ha! he thought. To confirm this, he began wiggling his butt around, which was easiest if he was bent forward slightly; next he started to move his pelvis around in a circle; and, lastly, he thrust his groin forward and back, forward and back, Orion watching in bewildered horror.

Although the results were clear, Seventeen decided to re-do the third experiment under different circumstances. Lying down on the ground, with hands supporting him up a bit, making it look like he was doing a lazy push-up, he began thrusting, his groin going into the ground every second or two. Orion was unsure whether to find the situation sickening or hilarious, but it was soon over, for another electric pulse in the central processing unit of Seventeen made it so that his eyes were the primary visuals again.

Standing up, the android said to the saiyan, ‘Well? What are you waiting for!’