THIS BOOK IS MATURE AND NOT FOR CHILDREN

THIS IS FOR PEOPLE THAT LIKE SMUT. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS AND ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. IT'S FOR YOUR OWN SAFTY AND CONCERNS. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT SMUT IS AND YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. 

Dear readers, Please don't shout at me for that warning. People have been misreading it and shouting their age in the comments, and I have to say, they aren't reading the warning right. It says that if you DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS, to not read it unless 18+. If you know what smut is, go ahead and read it. Just please don't shout at me... it'll make me not want to write the book tbh.

My Job

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Bing's P.O.V

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I sighed as I enter the World Search Center building. Yup, this was my stupid 'fookin job. It's not like anyone's going to visit my office, anyway. Except for the people 'askin for Google. So I took my sweet-ass time, glancing into Google and Firefox's office as well. Sonja, the firefox person, didn't get many people. I smirked as I entered her office and sat on her desk as the last of her people left.

"Already out of people, aye?" I asked teasingly as she just messed up the yellow floof of my hair. 

"More than Internet Explorer. He gets like next to none. And aren't you supposed to be in your office?" She asked, and I just shrugged and walked right on out of her office, giving her a small wave before I closed her office door and moved on down the hallway.

As I made my way towards my office, I glanced into Google's office. He had a line that trailed out of his office. I saw him talking to some girl, and you could tell she was a complete slut. She had way too much makeup on and wore practically no clothes. 

Anywhore, you could tell she was in for that robot d (keep it pg kids) as she kept asking him dirty questions. Ah, the joys of advanced hearing.

I skipped on along, into my office and began my day.

~le time skip to lunch break~

I walked out of my office, letting another bot take my place (what, did you think they do all that by themselves?). I walked out to the food court where Firefox and Tucker, or Internet Explorer, were hanging out. As we are robots, we cannot develop feelings for humans, but we can for other robots, and so Firefox fell for Internet Explorer.

As I got my lunch, Google walked in, looking tired as fuck. Being the main robots of each search engine could be pretty tiring.

He got his lunch and plopped down next to me, Sonj and Tuck on the other side of the table.

"God today was so fucking tired," Google complained and we all just giggled at his comment.

"What's so fucking funny?" he asked, a little bit of salt laced in his voiced. We just giggled some more so he just sighed and gave up.

"It's just that you're such a busy guy, and all of us get paid for doing nothing all day. You're probably working for all of us right now," I said with a small laugh at the end and stuffed my food into my mouth, earning a glare from the older bot.

"Whatever," he said and began to eat his food as well.

~mini tiem skip~

After a while of silence, I felt like it was time to make an inappropriate joke.

"Have I made anyone's drive hard yet?" I asked, making Firefox and Explorer burst with laughter and Google practically choke on his food, his face heating up furiously.

"Aw come on Google, it was just a joke. Unless I did," I said, wiggling my eyebrows. He then just laughed and said, "Yeah right, loser."

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So yeah I'm back in the swing of writing. 

Sonja is Firefox ;3

Fuck I forgot what I was going to say here.

O yeah longer chaps will come but here's a taste

I already love this book to bits.

Okay bye.