You call this a Humble Abode!?

Senior POV

I return to the mansion with Kylie in tow, she helped me put all of the cargo into the carrier and then began to do a scan of the island, to do something, and only when I was almost there did she finally meet back with me, looking like she was jogging as fast as a horse sprints. Or is it gallop? Whatever, you get it.

When she slows down behind me, I exclaim, "Come on! Stop flexing and help me push the damn carrier!"

She grins and pushes the cart, it may levitate, but you have to guide it by pushing it, and if you carry it above it's maximum carrying capacity of around 750 pounds, it starts moving with more reluctance and it takes more than a slight push to move it forward.

She gets behind the cart on my right and starts pushing as well.

Kylie opens her mouth and then shuts it, and then just when we were behind the final turn, she exclaims, "When you have such an... amazonian body, you can't just try to stifle it!" She puffs out her chest, and for the first time in a while, I just stare at her boobs.

"Yea... whatever..." I didn't completely hear what she said, but I bet it was some narcissistic shit, so it didn't really matter.

When I saw my nasty looking pile of tech that I thought was essential to take with me I remembered one of the many questions I had to ask her, "Whats the PIN?"

"Pffft- There's none, it's been left vacant, just pull the knob up instead of down... dummie~" She ends in a kinda teasing yet seductive tone, why? I don't know, sentient machines like her have kinks too, I guess...

I walk up to the doorknob and pull it up and lo and behold, the door opens, and a small decorative painting portrayed a sail boat and beneath it, it had a caption reading, 'Welcome to our Humble Abode!'

I snort and begin to laugh and Kylie runs in, looking at what she assumed I looked at, the painting, so she assumed right, but she didn't understand why I was laughing.

"Why are you laughing so hard?" She asks.

"You know, a wise shit poster once told me, 'A joke isn't fucking funny if you gotta explain it, especially when it's partially racist or a sensitive topic.' Therefore, I can't tell you," I say, which she responds with a hard pout.

I then leave Kylie behind to do whatever she wanted to do, actually, change of plans!

"Hey Kylie, if you want this shit to be organized, you better do it yourself, otherwise... heh..." I start trailing off into deranged bouts of muttering.

"Yeah, I'll put it away, you go claim the best bed, after all, I'll be sleeping there with you, as compensation of course," She responds.

"Actually-"

"No taksies-backsies!"

Dang... Oh well, I kinda expected some thing like this to happen, I just wonder what I'll put in all of the rooms, maybe an aquarium in a few rooms... and the things I pick up from scuba diving... wait I can't swim. Ah fuck it, I'll deal with it when I get there.

...

After about an hour and a half of just pointlessly wandering the house like I'm a kid in a candy store, or a more apt comparison, an Ikea storehouse.

It had 40 rooms, I think. However, of those 40 rooms, only 17 were already given a specified role, 12 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, and then 1 kitchen, all other 23 rooms were practically empty.

That didn't mean the other 17 rooms didn't need a major renovation, they all looked 50 years old.

I know that I have a thing for old machinery, but I like it when I don't want to hang around retarded tech I can always turn to new shit to have fun with, and I don't have any of that, except for Kylie, I guess. But I'm just gonna take the leap to assume that she really wouldn't let me do anything funny with her without me telling her exactly everything I plan to do, and whats the fun in that, right?

Now it wasn't really hard to decide on which room to sleep in, there was only like two rooms that had a neighboring bathroom and an empty room as well, where I could put my computer once I knock down the beautiful ocean side windows and replace em with a beautiful light sucking black paint.

Wait a second, I just remembered! How will I clean my clothes?! Oh I know! I just won't, just cause I got a semi-human robot female doesn't mean I need to reform my hygenic principles... right? Actually, I already know I'm wrong. Anyways...

"Master! I need you to come down right now! We got some visitors!" Kylie shouts.

Hey, where did she get the title of Master from?!