Identity – Part 2 (revised)

[The Liar]

I thought I might try finishing this.

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Identity — Part 2 (revised)

As Wendell and Izzy began to leave the building; Izzy began to figure out exactly why she felt off.

First was her sense of touch, or lack there of. She could still sense things when she touched them but it didn’t feel like “touch”.

She wondered if this was what it was like when people senses get mixed up and they say they taste blue.

Her sense of temperature was more like looking at a thermometer than experiencing hot and cold.

She noticed that her movements were more calculated and graceful but also more restrictive. Not that any human would notice the last part, as it tended to be little things like not being able to bend her fingers backward, and remembering the designs for a maidroid such things would quickly be overlooked by what her body could do.

A maidroid can do a perfect split both horizontally and vertically, it could put its heel to the back of its head, and perform various gymnastic feats. A maidroid’s body was very much divided by the line of perfection/impossible.

Izzy thought she should probably give her new body a go through the motions once she got to Wendell’s.

As she walked into the crowded lobby of Geno Electronics Izzy realized she really didn’t feel self-conscious. She thought she would; here she was walking through a lobby wearing one of the stupid maidroid uniforms for everyone to gawk at. She should be as embarrassed as all hell.

Then again it wasn’t as if really saw her. They just saw was a maidroid; a robot indistinguishable from any of the others that milled about the lobby.

They were everywhere; minding desks, cleaning floors, secretarial models following their owners about ready to record any utterance they spoke. The maidroids were outnumbering the humans a good two too one. She had less presence in that place then a vending machine.

They walked out of the building and entered Wendells car. Izzy hoped the mall would be as equally unawkward.

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“You still haven’t found something you like?” Wendell complained as they moved from Shop #11 to Shop #12.

“No” she replied, somewhat uncomfortably.

Truthfully, her indecision on the matter was starting to wear her as well. Why couldn’t she find an outfit she liked? She didn’t remember being this picky. Was the stranger’s face and body looking back at her in the mirror?

Compounding this was the fact that walking about in public was starting to feel as awkward as she had originally feared it would, though not for the reasons she thought.

It wasn’t the outfit, or the mere fact that she was a maidroid; there were almost as many around the mall as there were at the company.

The fact that several passersby were openly groping and fondling their droids to the complete apathy of the general public made the place seem a bit more relaxing in her mind.

Her problem was with her interactions with Wendell.

He was an intern and she bossed him around. She had always bossed him around; she remembered always bossing him around. But now it was accompanied by an uncomfortable and uneasy feeling. She suspected it was the many eyes it drew.

When she did it everyone looked at them. A maidriod ordering around a human was unheard of. Wendell’s constant “Come on, just buy something you like!” were also beginning, to get annoying, but it did provided further motivation to accomplish her task.

Though Izzy was actually starting to get impressed at her own analytical powers, she had started looking at cloths at a normally, but as she went along, she realized she could just scan and extrapolate how the cloths would look on her body, and she could do it at an incredible rate; it got to the point were she was scanning 20 a second.

Not that it did any much good, the concept of “outfit you like” seemed to be getting increasingly epithermal and foreign.

“Come on, hurry it up!”, Izzy had already reached 30 scans a second, it was starting to have an impact on her other systems.

“How about this? I’m sure you’d like this.” Wendell grabbed some random cloths. “Ok, maybe that’s a little to slu-“ Wendell started as he actually looked at them, but was interrupted by Izzy.

“Thoseareperfect!Howdidyoudothat!?!Youhaveexcellenttaste!” she grabbed the outfit with mechanical speed and precision, and moved to the check with the same. Wendell ran after her, and quickly paid, as Izzy slowed herself down.

“Ok,” Izzy mused to herself, “that was kind of weird.”

With her cloths in hand, Wendell rushed her out of the mall; he’d have enough shopping for the day and Izzy didn’t really feel like continuing the experience again either.

She looked at the cloths she bought, a tank top and lycra hot pants; the sort of outfit she had never liked, they always seemed awkward on her. But she was sure she liked it; she liked it a lot, but why?

Maybe it was her body.

Isabelle hadn’t been unattractive, but she never been described as a “mechanical sex goddess” as penthouse did with their “Nymph” review.

She probably just needed to get used to the look of her new body.

“Ok, get us out of here!” Izzy ordered Wendell, then scanned outside. Not a person in ear shot, but for some reason it still felt uncomfortable doing it.

[confusitron!]

Really good stuff!