Virus Alert
Written by WilloWisp
1.75 - Running Late
"Fuck, it's all through this one, at least 75% of the entire main drive is infected!"
Rebecca is accessing my control panel.
"Jennifer, display system processes."
"Okay," I say. I concentrate, bringing up the data she requested.
"Wait what? Jennifer, how much system memory do you have?"
I think for a moment. "I have sixty-four petabytes of active memory."
"This can't be right. How much system memory is currently free?"
I concentrate again. "I currently have sixty-four petabytes of available memory."
"But that would mean you're not running any programs! List all currently running tasks."
I go through my thoughts carefully. "I am currently running the following applications: Slutprep v1.7, Nightout v2.5, Badgirl v1.3.4, Badgirl Enhanced v0.9.4, Daydream.Ditz v99b..."
"Stop. Aughhh! This is taking way too long! You've clearly got programs running. Why aren't they occupying any memory?"
I try to think of a reason, but can't. "I'm sorry, Rebecca, I don't know the answer to that."
"Ican't afford to spend this long on each and every system. Jennifer, I need to access your main drive. Open your mouth."
I open my mouth wide, and feel Jennifer's hand reach inside, pressing two of my teeth on their spring-mountings. There is a rush of decompressing air, and my primary hardware plate is released. Rebecca removes it, placing it in my line of sight. I stare at the texture of my spine, molded into the synthetic musculature of the plate. She reaches into my back, moving cables out of her line of sight. I can feel minor disruptions in my system's electrical flow as she does so.
"No physical damage... but if the main system files aren't accurately reporting resource usage and allocation, a restore from backup won't fix the problem. Damn. Bad news, Jennifer. Looks like you won't be valedictorian this year."
"Okay, Rebecca." I note the information for implementation into my personality profile. A sub-process flags the data, queueing a 10-point reduction in my overall intelligence, and a 25-point increase in my playfulness. These changes will be saved to my personality profile when Rebecca terminates my maintenance mode.
"Okay, new plan. Can't quarantine the files, can't restore from backup... I guess we have to reinstall." I hear her rummaging in her shorts pockets for a tool, followed by a faint buzzing sound as the tool powers up. "Jennifer, spread your legs please, and prepare for maintenance interface."
"No problem, Rebecca." I spread my legs. The heels I'm wearing make it easier to stand this way now, and I note a small reduction in battery consumption. Thinking of the interface makes me feel a tingling in my vagina, which is then replaced by a detached sensation. "Ooohh..." An error causes me to experience a momentary burst of pleasure and personality consciousness. I note the error in my system logs.
"Did you say something, Jennifer?" Rebecca asks.
I open my mouth to speak, but an error... I have no memory of saying anything. My logs show no errors. "No, Rebecca. I didn't say anything."
Nothing happens for several seconds, then Rebecca says, "Oh well." I feel the tool move on the exterior of my vagina, but the sensation becomes distant as it enters me. The contact-range broadcast encryption key on the tool directly interfaces with the receiver in my vagina. An error occurs. The receiver in my pussy. An error occurs. My system logs show no errors. An error occurs. I open my mouth to gasp in pleasure. An error occurs. My gluteal bay is open. I hear Rebecca remove the cartridge containing my original factory-install OS.
An error occurs. I feel Rebecca pushing on my ass, waves of pleasure coursing over me as she pushes the bay closed. She gently caresses the small of my back as she lovingly replaces my primary hardware plate. My tits press hard against my desk as she presses the plate back into place, sealing it by a command on her mobilecomp. I bite my lip in anticipation as I feel her hand drift towards my An error occurs. I note the error in my An error occurs. My system logs show no errors.
Rebecca presses on my vaginal and anal trigger points. The embedded command purges a burst of random personality profile data through my vocal processor. Why am I bent over on my desk naked? My personality profile flickers into activity over my maintenance mode, freezing my face in an expression of surprise. My backup restore procedure stands me upright, opening my backup archive compartment, and preparing my system to reload data from my primary cartridge drive. Rebecca closes my archive compartment without removing a cartridge, then waits as my head revolves to face her, releasing my facial dermal layer to provide access to the drive.
As my head turns, I see Rebecca slowly come into view. She reaches towards my forehead, removing the dermal layer. With her other hand, she inserts the cartridge into my open drive. She then re-attaches my dermal layer, and my facial actuators reconfigure to connect with it, resuming the surprised expression on my face. My head slowly revolves back to face front, then the surprise expression data is purged from my facial configuration settings.
"Load maintenance profile, OS reinstall."
"Standby. Loading," I say. My core files shut down
909FCA2x00 ABNORMAL TERMINATION OF THREAD LOADING REINSTALLATION PROFILE... ...Load failed. LOADING REINSTALLATION.lovertoy PROFILE... ...Load succeeded! #ADMINS: Remember to disable lovertoy before attempting to reinstall any core file data. #Failure to do so will only present the appearance of a reinstall, but will not actually #alter any system files. The unit will still provide realistic status updates while in #the fake install process, but only for one hour. You must check your unit's #lovertoy status using the command-line interface: This message will not be displayed if #the restore process is triggered via physical controls. audio output:"Hi Rebecca. I have loaded my OS reinstall profile. Would you like me to install from the system install currently in my primary cartridge drive?" audio input:"Yes, restore OS from original install, default settings." persistent ambient command: lovertoy.fakeinstall statusreport direct command match: lovertoy.fakeinstall statusreport audio output: "Okay Rebecca. Total reinstall time will be six hours and forty seven minutes. During that time I will be unresponsive to commands. If there are any further commands you wish for me to execute, you may state them at this time, then start the install process by saying 'begin.'" pause lovertoy.fakeinstall statusreport audio input: "Sit in your desk chair." directive: "Sit in your desk chair." command match: seat self (targetchair) targetchair mismatch: targetchair not set! acquiring targetchair... visual scan found item: desk visual scan found item: dummyterminal visual scan found item: dildo02 visual scan found item: chair01 visual scan found item: panties23 visual scan found item: skirt07 visual scan found item: blouse12 visual scan found 1 chair(s)... Only 1 chair found. targetchair=chair01 command retry: seat self (targetchair) processing seat self command, please wait... command seat self completed! audio input: "Begin." directive: "Begin." subcommand trigger: resume lovertoy.fakeinstall statusreport command resume completed! audio output: "Reinstall starting. I will be unresponsive to external stimuli for the next six hours and forty seven minutes. Please wait." audio input: "Let's hope the rest of them aren't that complex." audio input: NON SPOKEN SOUND MATCH: door.closing
I woke up, stretching. I must have dozed off at my desk, again. Naked. Again. Well, that's what happens when you spend so much time fingering yourself, I thought, blushing. I must have been working on some homework or something, because my laptop was on. I moved the mouse, clicking the windows closed and logging off the network. I really liked this mouse. Very ergonomic. It felt really good in my hand.
I glanced up at the clock. Was that really the time?! The swim team meet was in less than an hour, I'd better get ready!
Rushing around the room, I gathered up my things. I picked out my newest bikini, and pulled it on, savoring the feeling against my nipples and pussy. I closed my eyes, thinking of how it would feel to have a nice firm slap on my ass in this thing. My hand drifted down to my crotch...
No, no time for that now, you're supposed to go to the swim meet first! I chided myself for my irresponsible behavior. Sure, it wasn't like I was going to be valedictorian or anything, but a girl had to have some self control.
I was going to have to change my shoes: The high heels I was currently wearing were thoroughly inappropriate for a swim meet. I kicked them off, quickly slipped on my three-inch pumps, then pulled my beach bag out from under my bed. I tossed in my normal swim team supplies: Towel, digital camera, a spare pair of high heels (you never know when another girl might forget or lose hers), vibrator... where was my favorite toy? I quickly scanned the room. What was it doing on my desk? I grabbed it.
Absently, I licked it a few times, enjoying the texture on my tongue. Save it for later, I reminded myself, tossing the toy in the bag. Thinking hard, I tried to remember if there was anything else I needed... I snapped my fingers, remembering. How could I be so absent-minded? I rummaged around in my naughties drawer for some lingerie for after the swim meet. That was everything! I headed out the door.
As I made my way to the entrance lobby, I saw my friend Heather jogging briskly down the hall.
"Hi Heather, how's it going?" I waved as she passed.
"Oh, everything's great, 100%. How about you?"
I beamed. "Same here. 100% Have a great evening."
What a great day!