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You look her up and down as she stands in front of you, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. You look into her eyes when you hear her whimper, and you see a single tear roll down her face. Apparently the designers were smart enough to program some rudimentary fear into this personality. This is the first time you honestly consider that the program the robot is running doesn't let it realize what it is. The robot in front of you looks and acts exactly like a terrified young | You look her up and down as she stands in front of you, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. You look into her eyes when you hear her whimper, and you see a single tear roll down her face. Apparently the designers were smart enough to program some rudimentary fear into this personality. This is the first time you honestly consider that the program the robot is running doesn't let it realize what it is. The robot in front of you looks and acts exactly like a terrified young Puerto Rican woman; the only difference between it and the real article is that the girl-shaped thing in front of you is as human as a toaster or your phone. The girl who introduced herself as Jessica doesn't exist, and you can do anything you want to her. | ||
You take advantage of this with the next words out of your mouth, which surprise even you. "It doesn't matter. I don't need to answer any questions from a robot whore." | You take advantage of this with the next words out of your mouth, which surprise even you. "It doesn't matter. I don't need to answer any questions from a robot whore." | ||
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Her head bows, and when she raises it to look at you her face is completely dry, her expression neutral. You could swear she had never been crying at all. | Her head bows, and when she raises it to look at you her face is completely dry, her expression neutral. You could swear she had never been crying at all. | ||
"Is this all right...sir?" She speaks to you for the first time of her own volition. Her accent is still strong, but her English is much better. The sales guy had mentioned something about adaptive personalities, and you appear to be seeing one in action. "I sorry I cause any problem before. I | "Is this all right...sir?" She speaks to you for the first time of her own volition. Her accent is still strong, but her English is much better. The sales guy had mentioned something about adaptive personalities, and you appear to be seeing one in action. "I sorry I cause any problem before. I am trying to be for you." | ||
"For me?" | "For me?" | ||
Revision as of 05:17, 27 March 2011
You look her up and down as she stands in front of you, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. You look into her eyes when you hear her whimper, and you see a single tear roll down her face. Apparently the designers were smart enough to program some rudimentary fear into this personality. This is the first time you honestly consider that the program the robot is running doesn't let it realize what it is. The robot in front of you looks and acts exactly like a terrified young Puerto Rican woman; the only difference between it and the real article is that the girl-shaped thing in front of you is as human as a toaster or your phone. The girl who introduced herself as Jessica doesn't exist, and you can do anything you want to her.
You take advantage of this with the next words out of your mouth, which surprise even you. "It doesn't matter. I don't need to answer any questions from a robot whore."
She gasps...no. It gasps. "No compren...I no understand. I am human. My name is Jessica, and I am--"
"You're in the company of a strange man, and you're not wearing a shirt." She looks down for the first time to notice her bare torso. She moves to cover up, but you push her hands away and force them to her side.
"No, por favor! Let me go!" You feel her try to buck her arms under your grasp, and you are very glad that she only has the strength of a regular human. Maybe this is part of her programming? Maybe there's a failsafe that makes it impossible for her to harm any user. You take this into account when you lean over and force your tongue down her throat. She attempts to object, making horrible screaming noises, but they don't get very far with your lips on hers.
When you break away she's sobbing. You let her for a moment, but only because you want to see if she's totally waterproof.
"Stop crying. Don't cry anymore."
Her head bows, and when she raises it to look at you her face is completely dry, her expression neutral. You could swear she had never been crying at all.
"Is this all right...sir?" She speaks to you for the first time of her own volition. Her accent is still strong, but her English is much better. The sales guy had mentioned something about adaptive personalities, and you appear to be seeing one in action. "I sorry I cause any problem before. I am trying to be for you."
"For me?"
"I am for you tonight, sir. Please be gentle."
"Who are you?"
"Here I am called Jessica, but I take any name you give me..." Her mouth hangs open for two seconds, and you hear a horrible monotone voice screech USER NAME at you. That's when you realize you never introduced yourself.
"Call me Master."
"Sí, Master. I am Jessica, and I for you tonight. Your puppet. Your whore."