The Interrogation - By Botfriend2000
Mark carefully studied the woman as she sat in the chair. Her wrists strapped with heavy leather, tight against the arm rails. Her ankles were equally restrained to the chairs metal legs.
She appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties. With her light brown hair and olive complexion one would believe her to be of Italian or Mediterranean decent.
She wore a light pink satin blouse with business trousers, very professional, very high end in appearance.
She didn't struggle to free herself, or appear fearful as she sat alone in the well lit room.
Mark noted that her eyes would shift from time to time, periodically scanning one side of the room to the other, then back to face the two way glass window before her. Her eyes essentially gave her away as an android, her light crystal blue eyes just didn't quite fit with her already too perfect complexion.
Mark turned his attention to a young man seated behind him at a terminal.
"How soon till you're ready?" He asked.
Without looking up the younger man replied. "Just thirty seconds more, I've duplicated her transmit and receive signal, but she's got a heck of an encrypted firewall. Taking just a bit longer than I had initially thought."
Mark slowly turned back around to view the woman in the next room. "She's truly beautiful you know. Such a tragic waste if this crashes her."
The young man looked over at Mark. "Tragic in the fact she was able to infiltrate us! Past our recognition scans, that's all. She's a bot, a trumped up sex toy. . . . Once we collect her files and storage data to determine what all she collected, maybe you'll be able to do with her as you wish. Till then, I hope it hurts her." He laughed.
Mark shrugged his shoulders and let out a sigh. "Maybe, the pretty ones are always the fragile ones. This procedure will probably cause some significant damage if she resists."
The room became silent again for several more moments.
"Alright, you can safely enter and begin. Let me know when you want me to commence." The young man stated. "Oh, and have fun with this one." He added.
Mark turned and left the room, only to turn around and face the door adjacent to where he had exited. He placed his hand on the security scanner. "Identification Confirmed" Toned a female voice. The door lock released and Mark entered.
As he entered, she turned to him and appeared to take a deep breath. "Oh finally! Can you please tell me what is going on? Why am I being restrained like this?" Her eyes took on a pleading expression.
Her tone was sincere and pleasant, and showed no malice. Mark placed himself directly in front of her as he looked down at her.
"What is your name please?" He asked softly.
"My name?...I'm Celeste Varese." She paused, "Can you help me? Tell me what's going on here please." She asked..
"OK Celeste, yes I can help, . . . but only if you help me first alright."
She nodded her head.
"Good girl, now, . . are you really an android, programmed to collect sensitive information from this office?" Mark asked.
With a look of shock on her face she responded. "An android? You mean like a robot? A machine?"
"Yes." Mark replied.
"Do I look like one? Really now?! I think you've got this all wrong. I'd like to leave please."
"To answer your question, Yes, we believe you to be an android. Now, please answer my question." He asked with a more stern tone.
Celeste blinked rapidly then took another deep breath, arching her back slightly, causing her breasts to push out against the fabric of her blouse. She gave a wink of an eye as she looked at Mark.
"Don't you find me attractive? We could have some fun together. Just forget this whole thing." She teased.
Mark swallowed. "If you choose to be uncooperative I assure you'll find this exercise to be most unpleasant. Are you an android with a mission to infiltrate the Cy-Gen Corporation?"
Celeste balled her fists and struggled against her restraints. Shifting the chair slightly as she looked up at Mark.
His eyes widened as the steel of the chair began to slowly bend and twist as Celeste tried to free herself.
"That would be a yes." He quickly turned his head towards the window and nodded his head. "Now Kevin!" He called out.
"This won't hold me." Celeste said, looking rather determined now as she continued to slowly warp the arm rest. "I don't know what you think I've done b'bbutt. . . . ttheesse restttraints wonnnnnn't . . ."
Mark took a step back and watched as Celeste's speech became slurred and digitized, her expression suddenly changed to confusion.
Her body momentarily relaxed, then stiffened. "Oh m.m.my what are...doing? So many . . . Ohhh my!"
Mark watched as her head began to twitch. Celeste's breathing became erratic, her hands opened and closed rapidly, then clenched again.
She arched her head back and let out a scream. "OHHHH FUCK ME!! YES!!!"
She attempted to spread her legs as far as she could, then clamped them back together again, repeating this action several times.
Celeste thrashed against her restraints as her body fought to contain the sudden onslaught of sexual stimulus.
Mark took a step closer to her. "Again I ask you. . . . Are you an android Celeste?"
Celeste attempted to look at him. Her eyes focusing for but an instant. "I am... I am not..not...not a machine, Ohhh . . . .I am annnnn...an woman, a woman, an an and android...droid. Yes! I'm f f feeling so so horrrny, so horny, yes, yes. I am an android. Not programmed . . . Ohhh yes, feels like . .like. . .plea...please make it stop. Con fused, confused, not not not a machine." She said in a very stuttered and digitized way.
"Thank you Celeste. See, that wasn't so difficult." Mark paused smiling, as she continued to writhe in confusion and pleasure. "Two more things. First...please provide me with an access port if you would."
The android woman shook her head as she fought against the multiple commands her system was recieving wirelessly.
"No! . . Uhnnn. . . h.hard to to to to . . .didn't do do anything wrong . . hummm oh yesss. . . . soo wet in in in in inside. An android? Yes, yes, I am an android. An android, human fe female. Female." Celeste stuttered.
Mark leaned in closer and motioned with his hand behind him to have Kevin cease for a moment, then paused as he looked at Celeste.
"A moment is all I'll wait for. Now a service access port please." Mark asked again.
Celeste looked up at Mark with a look of wonder. She sat up and composed herself before answering.
With a toss of her head she was able to get her hair out of her eyes and look at her interrogator.
"I can't give you what I no longer possess and your negotiation tactics won't work on me. I'm not human as you've proved, I've nothing to loose."
Mark shifted his weight from his left leg to his right, then leaned even closer to her.
"True, you aren't human, but I was hoping you'd be more . . . accommodating. You see. . . . you do have a choice. Be cooperative and remain on line, undamaged. Or un-cooperative and suffer a probable catastrophic system failure. We will then dissect you to achieve our goals. A simple choice for you really."
Celeste said nothing in the few seconds she took to consider what he had said. Her expression was blank and showed no emotion.
Slowly she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again to look back at her interrogator.
"I am Celeste Varese. I am a Sony-Noridian Female Android, Companion model FAV4580-R. My serial number is SN-FR003X01. I am not programmed to negotiate. I am expendable now that my mission is complete. I will not ..."
"Wait! What is your core programming? What were you specifically designed for?" Mark yelled at her, cutting off her rant.
". . . . human companionship. I was designed to emulate a human female in all aspects of scope and purpose. Primarily for sexual relations, to satisfy desires, wants, and needs." She stated.
Mark smiled, "Then I 'need' you to provide me with a service access port please."
Celeste cocked her head slightly. "I'm unable to grant that request. Perhaps a different type of request." She stated matter of factly.
Mark's smile quickly vanished. "So be it, your choice robot. A very wrong choice."
Mark stood and turned to the window, giving another thumbs up signal back to Kevin.
Immediately Celeste's body began to convulse, she clenched her hands tight against the arm rails. Her body shaking , causing the chairs position to shift across the floor.
"Last time it was purely sexual commands that you were bombarded with. Running multiple sexual command instructions, opening and closing rapidly in succession. Now, on top of that you're experiencing multiple feedback loops, static wireless signals, non-executable file requests, and . . . a small gift which I believe you'll find hard to resist." Mark told her with contempt.
He watched as the androids body twitched and squirmed uncontrollably. He felt that what she was experiencing was probably the human equivalent to being slowly electrocuted.
Her eyes would franticly dart left to right. He noticed her breasts push against her blouse, as she arched her back. Her nipples hard and firm. Celeste's breathing became ragged and erratic.
She struggled to talk but only made slurs and broken phonetics as she struggled against the many simultaneous commands running through her processors.
After only a few minutes, Mark again made the motion behind him with the wave of his hand.
The room grew silent again as Celeste regained control of her body. Mark noticed that a finger on her right hand continued to twitch, as well as her right eyelid. Tell tale signs she was already experiencing a glitch.
Mark slowly stepped around behind her and leaned down close to her left side. Gently, he began to rub her shoulders.
"I am sorry to have put you through all of that my dear. But you left me no choice."
Celeste's head twitched. "Warning! Virus Detected. Unable to fortify firewall." She turned to look at Mark.
"Yes, that's a gift for you. Of course it's not to late to give me your access location." Mark said with some sarcasm.
She looked at him with a frown. "Sorry." Celeste said.
Mark let his hands slip down across the front of her blouse. Slowly he undid the top button and let his hands wander over and across her pink lace bra.
Mark gave a gentle squeeze. "Uhhnn . . . take me p.p.please." Celeste moaned softly with a slight stutter.
"Give me your access port! You only have a few seconds left." He told her.
Celeste paused, her head twitched as the virus finally took hold. "You bastard! What are youuuuuuuu doooooiiinnnnnggggg. . . . ." She trailed off as her head slowly slumped forward.
Mark listened as Celeste's systems shut down, then he heard two faint beeps from within her.
Slowly her head came back up, her posture straightened. Mark noticed that her finger and now her wrist began to twitch again. He pulled away and watched.
"Reboot sequence initialized . . . Sony Noridian Female Android. Model: FAV4580-R. Series Design: Celeste. Serial Number: SN-FR003X01. Loading Noridian emulation operating system. . . .Loading core directives. . .Retrieving character and personality profiles . . . New files found . . .Retrieving new files. . . Error . . . re-routing . . .loading additional files. . . . Entering verbal command standby mode." She droned in a monotone voice.
Mark took a deep breath and leaned back toward her.
"Do you know where you are?" He asked.
"I am in a secure holding area, located within the Cy-Gen Robotics Eastern Complex."
"Do you currently retain files belonging to Cy-Gen Corporation?"
"Yes." She replied.
"Where is your service access or data transfer port?" Mark asked.
The androids head twitched, then answered. "Behind my face plate."
"Please remove your facial interlocks and I'll pull it away to confirm said location." Mark told her.
"Acknowledged." Celeste said flatly.
There was a slight hissing sound followed by several rapid clicks. Then a seam appeared around Celeste's face.
Mark carefully reached up and gently took hold at her chin and upper right brow, and pulled forward.
There was a soft click, then a full release of Celeste's face.
Pulling her face away Mark noted the tiny and intricate locking mechanism outlining her faceplate. Weighing only a few ounces, he carefully turned Celeste's face around. There were hundreds of sensor connection points, micro-elast sim muscles, and microscopic nano servos to articulate her facial expressions..
While carefully cradling her face he turned his attention back to what lie beneath her human facade. Her skull, partially exposed now, revealed a more intricate web of detail. LED's, micro servo motors, fiber optic transceiver points.
Her blue eyes, her perfect white teeth, all human in normal appearance, now before him in a most artificial and robotic way.
Just below the androids right eye, in a cut out hidden in her cheek, was a service access connection.
Mark stood up, reached into his pants pocket and removed a small card, the same size as Celeste's access port.
He carefully inserted the card and gave another wave back towards the window.
"Did you find the transmitter card?" He asked.
"Wireless transceiver device found, ready for use." Celeste replied.
"Begin copy of all your files and storage devices, hidden and encrypted as well. Allow wireless device transfer." Mark stated.
Celeste's head twitched again. "Please state the required security code."
Mark sighed. "Oh brother." He paused. "Unit FAV4580-R, serial number SN-FR003X01, please state your confirmed security code."
The android tilted her head to the left. "Cross referencing. . . . code is 'Rainbow Flight 806923 Mallard'. . . Awaiting security code." She stated.
"The code is rainbow flight 806923 mallard. Confirm" Mark repeated.
"Authorization accepted. Transferring all files. Approximate completion time is fifty two minutes."
Mark placed Celeste's face mask on her lap and turned to leave. He wondered if all her files were intact, this scenario had wreaked havoc on the previous test subjects. Celeste had proven easier than he had thought.
As he opened the door he turned around for another look. Maybe he'd take Kevin up on what he'd said, or maybe he'd just finish crashing her altogether.
To be continued . . .
Just had to throw that it there. 