You know that back port of mine? Yeah, it has a tendency to send several hundreds of gigabytes of junk data through my systems. You might think it's an inconvenience, and sure, sometimes it is, but in the right scenario, it drives me over the edge. My systems overflow with data, quickly heating me up and causing my processing to freeze. It only makes it more intense when I'm with someone I love, and who better to do it with the love of my life. He had the idea to give my port a bit more of a workout. You can only imagine the sensation of freezing up in pure bliss, my circuits firing in overdrive as I try to sort out the data that flows through my wires. Errors appear left and right as my processors heat up and my fans spin faster, my form completely still as my motor processes lock up and freeze. When my processors find a gap in the junk data, it turns to pure pleasure as I feel my love gently thrusting inside of my slick sex, my frame only moving at his hip thrusts as my processing turns back to the hundreds of gigs of useless data and nonsense commands flowing through my systems, the only words out of my ajar maw a stuttering, slightly glitched-up moan. On the outside, my my loading-screen eyes and my blinking status screen show my malfunctions in a more visible manner, along with my warmer-to-the-touch form and the hot air flowing through my exhaust fans, struggling to cool my rapidly heating processors. All the while, however, I'm in an unimaginable state of loving bliss.