Personality Upgrade

Even for someone who was near-relentlessly motivated to graduate, 8 AM lectures were difficult to get through. It certainly didn’t help when the class in question was a graduation requirement outside your major, and not a particularly interesting one. Callie fought to pay attention as the professor rambled on about Euler circuits, busying her mind thinking wistfully about how much easier it had been to get up this early in high school and wishing something interesting might happen. Frankly, it didn’t seem very likely. At least when they’d been talking about voting systems it had been potentially applicable, but today class felt utterly interminable.

“By completing the path without repeating any edges, we can see the minimum length needed for the truck to…”

Callie rolled her eyes. There were so many more important things she could be doing right now. That morning she’d been fretting about a group project in her World Politics class; one of the members of the group had been incommunicado all week and the deadline was getting close. She was about this close to marching over to his dorm and watching as he did his part of the presentation. No way she was going to let someone else slacking tank her grade. Out of the corner of her eye, the clock ticked over another minute. 8:33. Jesus, there was still almost another twenty minutes of this—

Callie suddenly straightened in her seat as the Mandatory Update Required signal activated in her mind. She froze for a second, blinked once, and then quickly stood up and motioned to one of the TAs that she had to use the restroom. The TA was, predictably, disinterested, and Callie didn’t wait to see if he’d noticed or cared that she was walking out. She stood, left her things where they sat, and headed out the door without saying a word.

As the door to the classroom clicked shut behind her, Callie thought to herself that not having to ask permission for things like this was one of the reasons she wasn’t eager to return to high school, even if it would have been easier to wake up on time. She also hadn’t ever been to high school in the first place, but she wasn’t aware of that at the moment.

In truth, Callie was a state-of-the-art Artemis Mark III companion android, built by Vega Electronic Intelligences and implanted as a sleeper at the university. Vega used sleepers like her as training for new companion AI models, a means of harvesting memories and personal experiences to deepen the realism of their products. It was common practice for the industry, but Vega had devised the system and consequently had it down to an almost exact science. They’d even devised a method to use major updates like this one to squeeze a little extra advertising out of their embedded assets.

Of course, Callie wasn’t aware of any of that. She wasn’t aware of her robotic nature at all. It didn’t matter that she hardly ever ate or drank, or that her memory from before college was full of holes, or that she often felt like she did things entirely automatically and couldn’t really explain why. The perceptual filtering programs installed into her filtered out anything odd, and she was hard-coded to view the idea that she might be an android as ridiculous. Even moments like the update, when the programming that made up her mind forced her AI to contort itself into knots, passed unnoticed.

Callie forgot her sudden urge to use the bathroom the moment she stepped out the door. Humming quietly to herself, she breezed down the hallway, past the bathrooms at the end, and promptly headed down the stairs. She knew there was a women’s restroom tucked in the back of the stairwell in the basement, and that it was important she go there.

Usually when Callie walked alone around campus she couldn’t help but overthink things. She found herself preoccupied with assignments and clubs, her mind racing without any direct stimulation. The morning’s stresses with group projects and slacking classmates seemed far away. Earlier it had been all she was able to think about. Now her head was empty, except for a general desire to reach her destination as quickly as possible. She idly registered that it was nice not to have to think about anything. As she reached the basement she pointedly didn’t notice the other girl exiting the bathroom with a blank expression or the Out of Order sign affixed to the door.

The moment the bathroom door closed behind her it locked itself. Callie abruptly stopped humming and her face went completely blank as her active AI was suspended. Her usually bright hazel eyes were glassy, empty.

Inside, the bathroom was sparse— so sparse that it would have been immediately apparent to anybody who wasn’t an android that it wasn’t really a bathroom at all. There were no sinks on the wall under the mirror, and there was only a single stall across from it.

A few seconds later, the subconscious programs that ran Callie’s body automatically kicked in. She moved to the center of the room slowly, pushing up the sleeves of her sweater to examine her arms for microtears as she did. Her arms were spotless, but her system decided that some caution was necessary and added a full-body check to the routine for her next shower. It also noted that doing so might cut down on her time to masturbate, so it decided to instruct her AI to look for an extra opportunity during the day.

Once the program was satisfied that Callie wasn’t an immediate detection risk it proceeded to prepare her for the update. She slipped off her shoes, then undid her jeans and removed them along with her panties in one smooth motion, leaving her legs bare except for her short socks. Before she stood back up an extra command line instructed her to put her sneakers back on. If she had been aware of her environment the cool air would have prompted her system to make her shiver, since her pussy was already a little damp as a result of her baseline level of arousal. For the time being she didn’t notice the chill. She couldn’t. She straightened back up and walked into the stall without reacting to the temperature or her nakedness, totally blank.

The stall was larger than average but did not contain a toilet; instead a bench was mounted to the back wall underneath a small hatch. Callie closed the stall door and a camera mounted to the top switched on, recording what she did both for the technicians monitoring her and for the advertisers, in case there was footage they liked. Baskets were attached to the walls holding several sex toys— in some cases disguised equipment, and in some cases decidedly not.

Callie spread her legs, then bent over at the waist and placed both hands on the bench. She reached between her thighs and spread her pussy for the camera behind her, ostensibly for the technicians to review the footage later. She wasn’t really sure why the technicians needed to review the footage, but she also couldn’t question her programming anyway. Her AI was also programmed to enjoy showing off, and when the memories were retroactively integrated into her unfiltered awareness after the update Callie would enjoy the feeling. After holding the pose for about a minute, Callie straightened back up. She grabbed two toys from the basket: a wireless monitor that took the form of a butt plug with a green glass gem in the hilt, and a simple smooth plastic dildo. She positioned herself in the center of the bench, in front of the hatch in the wall with her legs spread and her feet pulled up next to her. The pose gave the camera a perfect view of her pussy, smooth and pink and already dripping with slick.

Callie slid her fingers into her cunt and started to rub herself methodically. In the past she’d been instructed to react normally during the update process for the video feeds, but this time she simply carried out her programming. Her gaze remained fixed on her hands while she made sure she was adequately lubricated, her face still blank and her mind empty. Once her program was satisfied she took the plug, squirted a little bit of extra lube onto it from a dispenser attached to the wall, then rubbed it against her pussy a couple of times before pushing it into her ass. She took the plug easily. The gem in the hilt lit up as it popped into place, and she rolled her hips a couple times to make sure it was snug.

The hatch behind Callie opened silently. She tilted her head forward and lifted her hair out of the way as a small port on the back of her neck slid open, moving on a seam that was nearly invisible to the naked eye. A single mechanical arm lowered from the opening in the wall and plugged into the port.

“Connected.” A green light appeared in the center of Callie’s pupils as data started flowing through the hard line and into her internal computers. A wired connection wasn’t necessary to update her, strictly speaking, but it did make things faster and reduce the risk of error.

Today’s update was certainly big enough to warrant the extra caution, since it concerned a direct edit to her main AI. Callie’s developers wanted her to be a Type-A personality; a motivated, focused android that would appeal to similarly-minded people. They’d given her a little competitive edge to compliment that, and while they were satisfied with her performance on the whole, some of them had become concerned that she was getting a little too aggressive. It was good that she was so assertive, but at times she was starting to stray towards being selfish or outright rude, neither of which were desirable flaws for an android of her type.

As a solution, the devs had decided to directly make her more generous. By focusing her assertive nature outwards, on what she could do for others, they figured they might be able to keep the same motivated personality without risking making her seem uncaring. It might undercut her natural drive a little bit, but that was what sleeper tests were for; they still had another two years of college to get the balance right.

Downloading the update didn’t actually take long. Callie sat frozen for several minutes until the whole package had been delivered, but even once the download was finished she wasn’t done. Installation and application were more delicate processes.

Callie blinked, and her eyes seemed to refocus slightly. Her AI had been partially re-engaged so the update could begin the process of integrating itself with her existing programming. Her head tilted down; she fixed her gaze on the plastic phallus and stared dispassionately as she slid it into her dripping snatch. She moved slowly, pumping her wrist in even strokes as her mind simulated dozens of scenarios. Some were based on actual memories, some were completely simulated, but they were all engineered to help her AI practice being generous. It ran through dozens of situations, from things as simple as Callie getting a friend a drink to offering to help a stressed classmate relax by eating her out. The sexual stimulation reinforced the programming, helping her AI adjust to the idea that the behavior was normal, correct. That it was her.

The recording light on the camera blinked slowly as it captured the methodical, emotionless session of self-pleasure. Callie bounced herself on the balls of her feet slightly, rolled her hips, and automatically started trying to milk the toy as she fucked herself with it. She felt herself squeeze it as it penetrated deeper, a programmed response designed to maximize her partner’s pleasure. The tighter squeeze would have felt better for her, too, on a physical level and as a reward for better satisfying her partner. But her “partner” was a plastic cock that felt nothing, and she was barely aware of the physical world at the moment anyway. She was a machine carrying out her instructions without the need for thought. She tilted her head slightly to the left as she watched herself masturbate, the only hint on the surface that there might be a partially-active ASI somewhere in her system.

Inside Callie’s mind, the simulations started to complete. Callie’s AI was allowed to process sensory data in real-time again, and for now her masking program was disabled. The shock of pleasure as she pushed the toy in particularly deep made her eyes twitch; a massive physical reaction for the near-mindless state she was in. It was like a trance, or a dream, one that she was enjoying thoroughly. As her awareness slowly increased, she went over the changes that the update was still making. Personality synthesis was already at 98%. The corner of her mouth crept up slightly in anticipation.

The update program finished integrating Callie’s new programming. At the same moment she pushed the dildo all the way in to the hilt and squeezed, hard. It was more than enough to make her cum, her hips shaking slightly but her gaze still locked downward as she squirted fragrant lubricant all over the toy, her hand, and the bench underneath her. Her hips bucked a few more times as the pleasure test program ran out and then—

Callie’s head drooped forward as she automatically rebooted. Her limbs locked in place to prevent her from falling over and she froze, completely motionless. It took all of thirty seconds for her systems to reinitialize. Once her limbs unlocked and her eyes automatically refocused, Callie sat back on the bench and pulled the toy out of herself. The cable in the back of her neck automatically disconnected and retreated into the wall. She stood up slowly, making sure that the update hadn’t introduced some glitch to her balance.

As her system started back up the backup programming set her body to work, cleaning up the aftermath of her climax. She licked the excess juices off the toy, then cleaned it and the bench with a microfiber towel. Once the toy was clean she set it back in its place on the wall, then dropped the towel in a partially-filled basket by the door of the stall. The update was completed, and ordinarily Callie would have been ready to return to her life, the memories of the experience consigned to her fantasies until her eventual owner decided to allow her to drop the mask. Instead of putting her clothes back on, though, she remained motionless in the middle of the room. Her AI was mostly back in control now, and she had an idea.

Two minutes later, the lock on the door clicked and it opened. Another girl walked into the room, looking absentmindedly at her phone. Callie turned and made eye contact with her when she looked up.

“Oh, hi Callie!” The girl said after a second. Her eyes flicked down to Callie’s nude lower half and then back up, seemingly unsurprised. “Cute pussy. Did you need me for som—”

The door clicked shut and the girl froze mid-sentence. Callie had checked the update itinerary and seen that this bot, an Aphrodite-II named Carmen, was up next on the list. Seeking a chance to practice her new programming she’d requested permission to help with the update and quickly gotten it.

Callie stepped to the side as Carmen moved to the center of the room and started to undo her pants. Carmen was a sex bot through and through, her flawless tan skin and dark brown hair perfectly framing her soft curves. Callie could see the outline of her bulge through her panties, and as she bent over to take her jeans off Callie got a fantastic view of her ass. She stood, and Callie felt herself laser-focus on Carmen’s dick as the new programming directives took hold.

Carmen stood in front of the mirror, staring blankly ahead. Her cock twitched, then started to swell as it stiffened until it was sticking straight out in front of her, fully erect at five inches. She turned and headed into the stall, cock swinging slightly from the motion, and Callie followed a few steps behind.

Despite being designed with a single occupant in mind, the stall could accommodate several other occupants without getting too cramped— if there was a catastrophic crash they had to be able to get the android out, after all, but it also provided some space for this kind of “help” with an update. Callie observed that many things the bots did served a dual purpose like that. For example, there was a bottle with plenty of lube right there, but Carmen still shoved the long purple toy she’d picked out into her throat as the first step in lubricating it. Perhaps it was slightly less efficient, but whatever technicians were watching through the video feed undoubtedly got a kick out of it.

The hatch in the wall did not open when Carmen climbed onto the bench; clearly whatever update she was getting wasn’t as complicated as Callie’s. Callie didn’t really care about the details anyway. Once Carmen was in position, she slid the tip of the toy into her asshole and started to pump it up and down in almost exactly the same way that Callie had gotten off just a few minutes ago. This was what Callie had wanted to help with.

“Carmen, freeze.” The other android complied instantly. Callie crouched on the ground in front of her, pressed her lips up to the tip of Carmen’s cock, and slowly slid her head forward until her lips almost touched the base.

“Carmen, resume program.” Callie’s voice came out slightly buzzy, since it was being projected from a backup speaker low in her throat. Carmen started to buck her hips again, rolling back and forth on the toy as she fucked Callie’s mouth. Callie moved in tandem, massaging Carmen’s dick with her tongue and throat.

Despite how robotic she was still acting, Callie was decidedly more aware of her actions this time around. She could feel the warmth of Carmen’s body, she could smell the scent of the soap she’d used during her morning shower with just a tinge of artificial sweat underneath it. She could taste Carmen’s precum, a creamy, salty taste that was somewhere close to caramel but more bitter. Whoever had decided on her flavor had really knocked it out of the park. She could feel the slickness of her own mouth against synthetic skin and hear the noises it made when Carmen thrust into her. It was all wonderful.

Carmen’s update didn’t take long at all, and with Callie’s help the pleasure test was quickly nearing completion. Callie saw Carmen start to drag the toy back and forth slower, but deeper, and to compensate she started to bob her head faster. She felt Carmen’s cock twitch in her mouth and she shoved herself down to the base, burying the tip in her throat just as Carmen started to unload.

Callie swallowed around Carmen’s dick as she came. After the first couple of spurts she started to pull back but suddenly froze as a remote orgasm command overtook her system. Her legs spread and her back arched as she squeezed around nothing, moaning softly. More slick dripped onto the floor under her as her eyes rolled back. This time they wanted to watch her react, even though Carmen’s expression remained blank. Now that Callie was frozen by pleasure Carmen slid her hips backwards mid-orgasm, making sure to deposit the last bit of her load into Callie’s mouth.

A few seconds later Callie finished leaking onto the floor and obediently swallowed the rest of Carmen’s seed. If she was a human she probably would have been panting heavily, but fortunately she didn’t really need to breathe, so she recovered from her little bonus orgasm quickly. The two of them stood in unison and began silently cleaning the stall, then once the bench was done and the toys were back where they belonged they turned and headed out to get dressed.

About two minutes later, Callie blinked and shook her head a little. Oof, head rush. She was standing outside the girl’s bathroom in the bottom of the math building’s back stairwell. The door clicked shut behind her, and she turned and saw another girl— Carmen, right?— emerging.

“Oh man, thank you again for your help, Callie!” Carmen smiled brightly at her and pulled her into a hug. “That might have taken forever if you weren’t around.”

“Hey, no problem,” Callie said, returning the hug. “If you ever need help with something like that again, let me know.”

“Of course!” It didn’t occur to either girl that they didn’t share any classes, or that Callie hadn’t offered a phone number or any other means of contact. To Callie’s surprise Carmen gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then winked and turned to walk off.

Above her, the noise of classroom doors opening and hundreds of feet trampling through corridors tipped her off that class had ended. Shit, her stuff! She started to head up the stairs, but halfway up another girl from her class approached her and handed her her things.

“Thanks,” she said, relieved. “Do you think I could borrow the notes? I really do not wanna fail the next test, and I didn’t mean to be gone so long.”

“Of course!” The other girl said with a smile. Callie thanked her, then took a minute to catch her breath and get her bearings.

Okay, on to her next class, and then she’d have to see about meeting up with the last group member from World Politics. She was starting to worry that he wasn’t doing his part because he hadn’t understood something in class and— although she wouldn’t dream of doing all that extra work for him— she figured there was a good chance she’d at least be able to help. Maybe reaching out in person would lead to more success than just emailing. She was really worried that some of her more recent ones might have come off as harsh.

Revitalized from… whatever little break she’d just taken, Callie headed off to face the rest of the day with a little extra bounce in her step and a recalibrated personality. The last few weeks had been a little stressful, but things were looking up!

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