Off-season - The Motel
The Small Business Chronicles: Off-season - The Motel
Chapter 1: Morning
Jack woke up rather suddenly…he didn’t like being awoken by the incessant beeping from his alarm clock, so he somehow trained himself to wake up mere seconds before it went off. He quickly pre-empted the alarm and then relaxed a bit in his bed, reminiscing over the past few months.
It was now the month of April; the repairs and upgrades he had performed on Christmas were still making life for him a whole lot easier. The inclusion of Serriah alone had increased shop efficiency considerable. Immediately after acquiring the motel from his neighbor, he quickly retrofitted the place with more modern comforts and equipment in order to optimize overhead.
Building the addition connecting the motel to the shop, as well as the addition to the shop itself also happened quickly, what with the new robotic construction services available nowadays. Now Serriah was working in the new gift shop and making the shop even more money.
Unfortunately, the work was done a little too quickly, and Jack was forced to staff the motel before he could completely finish repairing the android he had chosen to work the reception desk, as well as fine tune the trio of sex bots he had recently acquired. He was forced to set aside an entire day to working on each staff member of the motel, but fortunately Rakhee, the maid, required only routine maintenance and cleaning of her filters. Gina, the security guard, also required only routine maintenance.
A few minutes after awaking, he sensed movement to his left as Gabby awoke, or rather, as he internal clock informed her she should awaken. She woke up with the same smile as usual, leaning over and giving him a kiss. “How come the alarm didn’t go off?” she asked with a curious look. Even though she was pre-programmed to sleep until a certain time, her systems still monitored surrounding noise levels in case there was an intruder or emergency.
“I’ve never liked waking to an alarm,” Jack admitted, “So I’ve been training myself to awaken just before it goes off,”
“Oh, I see,” Gabby nodded, “You know, if the alarm is an issue, I can always wake you up,” she offered.
“Thanks Gabby, but I don’t want to use you as an alarm clock,” he told her, “You’re a bit better than that,”
“Well thanks, but it’s no problem, really,” she said with a modest air, “I’d love to be your alarm clock,”
“Well, if you really don’t mind,” Jack shrugged, “Still, I haven’t been tweaking your systems so you could be my alarm clock.
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” Gabby asked.
“I’ve got to work out all the issues with the motel staff,” he responded, “Especially with Varsha,” he added, coughing uncomfortably.
“Oh,” Gabby said sadly.
“Yeah, anyway, they’ll probably take me all day,” Jack continued, “I might not even be in for dinner,”
“Well, I’ll make you some anyway, just in case,” Gabby said.
“Thanks dear,”
Jack and Gabby cuddled in bed for a few minutes longer before starting their usual morning routine: shower, breakfast, sending Henry off to school. Jack waved them off until the car disappeared past the driveway and then he headed into the back office of the shop.
“Good morning Jack,” Rachel greeted him. As a timesaver, Jack had programmed Rachel to activate 30-minutes before the store was to open. Now she activated the rest of the staff in the mornings, and shut them down at night.
“Good morning Rachel,” Jack replied, “I’m going to need you to transfer your work to Varsha’s station and follow me,” Jack told her, “I’m going to be working on all the motel employees, starting with her,”
“Alright,” Rachel said, tapping a few keys on her station to link it to the motel office. She then picked up a tablet and stood up, waiting on Jack.
“Alright, let’s go,” he told her, heading towards a door on the far side of the office, the side where Rachel’s desk used to be.
Chapter Two: Varsha
Jack and Rachel walked through the new loading dock, which was a near mirror image of the old one. The one exception was a doorway leading into a smaller storeroom on the far side. This storeroom emptied out into the employee side of the reception area to the motel. There was a rather beautiful looking Indian woman sitting motionless at the reception desk. As Jack and Rachel approached her, motion sensors in the office triggered her out of standby mode.
“Welcome to Brown Motel, how may I be of service?” she declared in a pre-programmed message, before turning her head left and right to see who triggered her.
“Behind you, Varsha,” Jack called out.
Varsha immediately swiveled her chair around to face them. “Hello Jack,” she smiled.
“Hello Varsha,” Jack smiled back, but his smile was a bit strained as he stared into her face. Varsha was designed to look like an Indian woman in her late-twenties. Jack could tell she was lovely, but unfortunately her face was pretty badly damaged. Jack had looked into the report of her previous owner. She was originally purchased to perform secretarial duties at a travel agency in Arizona…her Indian appearance was chosen to help diversify the office. Things went great, until the company was purchased by a highly bigoted man who delighted at torturing Varsha both physically and verbally, not because she was a machine, but because she happened to look like an Indian.
A hundred years earlier, Americans were treating Latinos the same way…that is until they got used to them. A few decades earlier, things got so bad in India that millions of people fled the country as refugees, many of them ending up in America performing many of the same menial or servile activities that Latinos once did. Suffice to say they were treated the same.
In Varsha’s case, the damage was quite apparent: her left eye was non-functional and looked as though a cigar had been plunged into it. There were numerous scratches on her face going as deep as her metallic skull, and he had beat in a few dents on her head, giving it a slightly lopsided look. She also had difficulty walking, since he had kicked at her right leg rather severely. Also, despite her being a machine, she suffered something very akin to PTSD in humans, though the best experts at Spaztec concluded it was a conflict in her programming created by the abuse.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem to know too much about androids, so he didn’t realize her processing systems were located in her torso, otherwise the damage would have been far more extensive. Still, it pained Jack to look at her, since he was an advocate for ethical treatment of androids. He had actually successfully prosecuted the man who damaged her, accusing him of hate crime by proxy, since he very easily could have done that to a real woman.
Jack had been meaning to get her fixed up before the motel opened, but a combination of quick work on the renovation’s, and a convention in a nearby town creating overflow into his motel, meant he had to open up a bit early.
“I’m going to be performing some repairs on you today, to erase everything that horrible man did to you,” he told her, “Rachel here will be filling in while I work on you,”
“Alright,” Varsha nodded, slowly rising to her feet and limping over to him. Rachel quickly sat down and logged onto the computer. Since there were only eight people staying in the motel, Jack was confident she wouldn’t be too busy.
“Follow me,” Jack told her, walking slowly so she didn’t have to stress her bum leg. Eventually, they ended up at the top of the lift into the lab, where they entered and arrived a short time later.
Jack had made a few minor improvements to the lab area of his lab, adding a more extensive work area in the corner which housed his secret project; so far, only Gabby knew what it was. The mass under the sheet looked larger now and had a rough human shape to it.
Once they reached his main work area, he booted up all his equipment and then instructed Varsha to strip. He had to assist her with the business jacket she wore over her blouse, since her arms were slightly damaged and couldn’t reach up very accurately. She finally stood before hum nude, revealing even more deep scratches on various parts of her body.
As difficult as it was for Jack to see her like this, he was in his lab now and acted in a professional manner. He instructed her to open her primary access panel and interface with the terminal. Once she did, he helped her up onto the table and laid her down.
“Alright Varsha, I’m going to be repairing all of the damage caused by your previous owner,” Jack explained, “And I’m also going to be removing all your memories of him to remove your logic errors,”
“Okay,” Varsha nodded. She didn’t really care either way about losing her memories, but Jack felt it was polite to inform her.
Jack quickly tapped away on his computer, creating an algorithm which could seek out and identify all memories associated with her abusive owner, as well as any supplemental memories created as a result of the trauma. Once he started the search, he grabbed his repair kit and approached Varsha, laying patiently on the table.
He sighed again as he saw the deep scratches. Still, as bad as it looked, many of the scratches were mostly superficial and required a light lather of skin repair cream to fix. The cream was the first thing he took from his kit, applying it to each scratch and gently rubbing it in. The cream was essentially the same artificial skin, but with additives to allow it to instantly meld with the surrounding skin. Within a few moments of applying the cream, the majority of the scratches simply vanished to be replaced by the more tanned skin tone natural to her Indian heritage.
The scratches which did not heal needed more serious attention, since they went all the way down to the metal. Jack carefully injected small amounts of the same nanites he had used on Annina a few months earlier and watched as they repaired the nerve connections. This time, the cream worked.
“Well Varsha, you look almost good as new,” Jack smiled to her. She was passively watching him work, but gave him an innocent smile. “How’s that algorithm I installed in you working?” he asked her.
“Good,” she responded, “It’s already tagged several hundred memory files for deletion,”
“Well, I’m deleting them from you,” Jack corrected her, “But I’m backing them up on my systems for evidence in case the loser ever gets out of jail,”
“Okay,” Varsha shrugged, “As long as they don’t interfere with my programming,”
Jack just continued working, fixing a few damaged components in her open panel and adding a few new ones to assist her with her job. Unlike Rachel, Varsha had to be active 24/7, so her power systems needed to be in top working condition. Jack supplemented this by having Varsha go into standby mode when she had no outstanding work, activating only when a customer triggers her motion sensors.
“Alright Varsha, I need to remove your head now to repair the damage,” Jack told her, “Could you please save me time by unsealing it for me?”
“Sure,” Varsha smiled, then her face went stoic as the seam lit up around her neck, the mechanisms beneath whirring away. Once the lights vanished, Jack carefully grabbed hold of her head and pulled it free from her neck.
“Ok Varsha, please let me know you can still hear me,” he told her, propping the head on a pedestal and removing the scalp.
“I’m still with you,” her voice sounded from her torso.
“Good, just making sure,” Jack smiled. He always made sure now, because a few years back he was working on an android, and one of his habits is talking aloud. He was working on its head for nearly three hours before he realized that the microphone in the torso was damaged; the android couldn’t hear a word he was saying and just laid there waiting for its head to be reattached.
Once he had the scalp cover removed, he pressed a few releases underneath the forehead, causing a seam to appear around her face. He then slowly peeled the skin down her face like a mask until it came clear off. This method of face removal was rarely used, and therefore most customers and low-level technicians were unaware of it.
The area underneath her face was a marvel of intricate facial mechanisms to allow her to mimic every known facial expression. Her eyes were two white orbs with brown pupils, and her nose was nothing more than a tiny bump with holes for the air to pass through. Her teeth were bare pearly whites, giving the impression her face was giving a big smile. Now that her face was removed, Jack could now see the extent of the damage to her skull, mostly in the cheek region where she was punched repeatedly.
The fix was a combination of Jack applying pressure on the interior of her head and using a sort of suction device to pull the dents out. It was a long and tedious job, taking a considerable amount of time, but Jack finally reversed the dents. Still, his job wasn’t done. He applied a metallic liquid to the areas where the dents were and rubbed it over. The substance was a sort of living metal which could seep into damaged metal, repair it, and then die. After what seemed like forever, he finally had the damage repaired on her head. He carefully lined her face up on her head and resealed it in place. He moved her face around in a variety of expressions to ensure he had placed it on right and fixed all the issues, then he clicked her scalp back in place.
“There Varsha, I knew you had a pretty face,” he told her, taking her head from the pedestal and holding it in view of her neck camera.
“Thanks Jack,” her voice sounded, “If I had my head, I would be smiling,”
“Well, let’s see if we can remedy that,” he smiled. He then carefully lifted her up and clicked her head back on. It took a few moments for her head to come online, since she was running basic diagnostics on the repairs, but it finally activated and turned into a smile.
“It feels much better,” she said, reaching up and feeling her cheeks.
“Good to hear,” Jack told her, “Now I just need to finish repairs on your leg,” he said, reaching down and tapping on the skin on her right thigh. A few icons lit up beneath her skin and he tapped on that looked like two halves of a circle being transected by a line. The light lit up around her leg and then went dark. He quickly pulled it free from her body and then carried it over to his work table, noticing absently that she had a pretty foot, dangling at the end of the leg.
Since the damage was in her upper leg, Jack had to slice his way in and tear out a damaged servo mechanism, slowly placing a new one in its place. He then resealed the skin, picked up the leg, and had it step around on the floor. Even though it was disconnected, the muscles still responded normally, so Jack was able to tell if anything was wrong with the leg. Everything looked fine, so he carried the leg back over and attached it to Varsha’s torso.
“Thanks for repairing me Jack,” Varsha said, moving her legs around.
“I’m not quite done,” he told her, “Did that algorithm ever finish?”
“Yes, my systems are ready for the memory purge,” she reported.
“Good, I’m also going to have it install a few software patches when it’s done,” he told her, sitting down at the computer and prepping the sweep, “This will shut you down, but when you come back online, you’ll have no memory of your previous owner,”
“Alright,” Varsha nodded, then he started the sweep, shutting her A.I. down.
The sweep took several minutes, as it was systematically deleting and copying the suspect memories from her database to Jack’s. It finally finished and Varsha came back online.
“Hello Jack, I appear to be missing a number of memory files,” she said with a confused look, “Would you like me to attempt to recover them?”
“No, thanks Varsha,” he told her, “The deletion was part of your maintenance,”
“I understand,” she nodded, “Am I finished?”
“Sure, just run a quick diagnostic for me to confirm no outstanding issues,” he ordered.
“Very well,” she nodded, then her face spaced out for a few seconds before returning to normal, “Diagnostic complete, no issues found,”
“Good, now get dressed, relieve Rachel, and send Rakhee down here,” he told her.
“Yes sir,” she acknowledged, dropping from the table and redressing. As she headed out, Jack absently considered having sex with her the next time Gabby gave him a free pass; Varsha was very attractive.