FYOP/Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0040
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“No, I just need your core,” you say.
She scowls, getting up from the bed. “That is official Silicon Dynamics propert-t-t-t-ty,” her voice stammers badly over the last syllable, and it appears the recent workout you gave her took a toll on her systems. As she attempts to walk to a corner of the room, her legs suddenly lock up with a hydraulic hiss, sending her sprawling on to the floor. With a final quiver, her body locks firmly into a splayed position.
You kneel beside the powered-down sex droid and pop her main panel, taking the puck-sized core from its housing.