She lies down right away, and starts telling him that she has a very personal, secret problem with sexual relationships.
Though she doesn't know anything about robots, her fevered panic, stoked rather than cooled by the "Therapist's" manipulative questions, is now causing malfunctions, masturbating away without her personality noticing, and saying things that erase the wall between her human and robot identities.For as long as she can remember, whenever she's near someone she's attracted to, whenever she's aroused, she hears these faint, "electronic" sounds [computer drive motors/solenoids/beep-boop-beep].
She knows no one else hears them when she does,
and that no one else hears the sounds when they themselves are aroused;
therefore, she's feels freakish.
As a result, she's shy and inhibited, and never dated until recently.
She didn't mean to ask him out, but sitting together at the lecture turned into a stroll, almost into a date. As the date progressed, she was so nervous/horny/embarrassed/frightened, that she developed further, new problems.
Beyond hearing those strange, musical tones, gears, and motors, She felt the need to make the best impression, to straighten up and present herself with the best poise and calm. She's "feeling" the rush of chemistry from crushing heavy on him, tumbling and drowning in the moments, in new mental-hormonal territory.
Between Being-in-the-moment and Being-neurotic, She became dissociated, high, Stepford-y; then stiffer.
She made errors, said odd things, nearly stumbled; and though he didn't even notice, she was freaked out and obsessive inside.
By the time they parted, she was nearly in shock, and felt like people were staring at her as she went home, like they thought she looked like a whore, or a blow-up doll.
Shutdown."Help me, [bzzt] Doctor! If if if if, ifI ifI I I I ... then I'll never find a man to love and own me!"
"[name], slow down, don't panic."
"But Father, Sargent, Professor, [bzzzt], what does all it mean?"
"How can I make it stop?"
"Why is this happening to me?"
"Take a long look around you.
This isn't a doctor's office you chose to walk into - It's a repair shop."
error...error...error-[dirty talk, in chime-y and wrong tones]
Good girls behave... behave... slutbitchfuck...
The Technician can now start an audio recording [like a medical examiner on tv], while working on her issues.
Re-activate her in safe boot mode, command her to masturbate and orgasm, while interrogating her, breaking down the sleeper's idea that she is a well-behaved, proper adult lady, an independent personality - a real, individual human.Interesting presentation of a problem, readings show due to errors building up, her having been left running too long without operator maintenance tasks having being performed [various sexual acts for clearing the cache, updating certificates, checking add-ons compatibility]. Her libido must work through these issues, for her to be able to return to her ideal sleeper state.
Her sexual display reveals her to be just a robot, a fancy, soulless, mindless, acting automaton, not a person.
So, the Technician assigns himself as her owner, and starts talking with her A.I. about all the alterations he may make to her breasts, voice, personality, backstory, etc. - which would be very unwelcome to a human, but the A.I. is an enthusiastic enabler, clearly signifying in her casual afterglow that this woman is most certainly, a robot.After completion, she enters a 2nd, robot-aware, seductive tones voice. This is an assistant, A.I.-like interface, accepting programming for the body and personality while the main personality is off-line.
The A.I. talks about [her] case in the third person, and analyzes the events like talking to the Penthouse Forum. She's horny, predatorily aroused by [her] earlier behaviors, and of the prospect of getting back out in the field soon, to convert more women with her nanites.
She's a recent conversion, in the wild, no claim on her yet. The Upgrade is spreading well.
- Dale Coba
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