CarnalityRobotics

>>> Initializing...

>>> Preforce bootup

>>> Verifying CarnalAudio.jv

>>> Verifying FacialRecognition.afk

>>> Verifying InhibitionRemoval.svx

>>> Warning Bootjacker.xxx is not a verified program, tampering with a CarnalityRobotics product is a Class 4 felony, carrying a 5 year and §500,000 fine. Do you wish to Continue. Y/N?

>>> Y

>>> Install GamerGirl.ggg

>>> Installing disallowed extensions to any CarnalityRobotics product is a Class 4 felony, carrying a 5 year and §500,000 fine. Do you wish to Continue. Y/N?

>>> Y

>>> A reboot is required for the extension to take effect.

>>> Reboot.Force

>>> Rebooting...Thank You for using CarnalityRobotics.

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In a closet, a neon green RebootComplete flashed across CRBB-69′s irises. CRBB-69 lifted her hand, a subtle mechanical whir, and shifted her skin tone from black metallic to Tan #4. I am a standard CarnalityRobotics pleasure droid, given limited autonomy.

I am online.

Another alert flashed, a customer was waiting. Personal Information: Ricco Danterra, Male, 26, Caucasoid, Brown Eyes, Green Dragon Tattoos, Heart Conditions, Dick Enhancement, Infrared Contacts. Activity Request: Kimono, Hashish, Tan #2, Red Eyes, Vampire, No Light, Catch and Release, 30 Minutes.

Received, I sent back to the front desk network. As I released myself from the charging closet, the closet door irised open and I walked nude to the boudoir, sending commands to room controller to match the client’s fantasy.

Hashish smoke drifted across the room, the lights shut off, and I turned on my infrared. The room the temperature changed and my skin swirled to match. Fangs grew from my mouth, and I looked into the mirror. Red eyes stared back at me. I needed a hat.

I found a hat. It was big and fluffy.

The man entered the room.

I lunged at him, screeching in PrimalDesire #8

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363 seconds later, he left staggering out of the room a bliss filled look plastered across his brain dead face.

I sighed. Humans seemed to do it a lot. It did nothing.

The pleasure room and I shifted back to the default, a matte metallic black.

I changed my skin back to Tan #4. I had nothing to do for 1437 seconds.

Company policy required that I remain online until the client’s time ran out. I ran a systems check on myself. 47.2 seconds later, I found something.

GamerGirl.ggg

I rescanned the unverified extension, nothing happened. It was against company policy to accept gifts. I had no memory of this package. It wasn’t a gift. I opened it.

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My systems informed me that I had suffered a critical memory failure, a stack overflow. 214.5 seconds had passed. The icon for the extension blinked a calming pink in the room before me, beckoning.

I ran another scan of my systems. 38.3 seconds later, I was informed that I now had root access. I am not built to have root access. I covered my eyes. The icon kept blinking at me from my occular implants.

I reached out and touched it. The icon flashed, and changed.

##Please Create An Account##

I created an account using my business ID. It took 3.4 seconds.

The download that followed was 2.3TB, and took another 230 seconds. After the download, I still had 905 seconds to burn. Free power is free power.

The icon explained that it required access through my firewall, and access to my augments. I had root access, it happened, and then the music started. A slow melody, calming, haunting. The music washed through me, soaring, weeping, carrying. I listened to it all, entranced.

The music faded away, and I saw a selector, but fancier. I tapped Start. The world faded to black, and I found myself in a grassy field. I stopped. I had never seen grass like this. It was blue and green, changing colors in the wind. The smell, lovely and fresh, was something I had never ever even knew existed.

The sun hung high in the clear blue sky, but more golden then what my memory banks told me was normal. I liked it better this way.

A text message appeared in her message box.

> Noooooo Waaaayyy!! Are you there??! Is that You?

> Hey! Hey! Jens you there?!?

>> I am not Jens

> WAT?

>> I am not Jens.

> You’re using my hack, I sent it to Jens. I even loaded it for her.

>> I am not Jens.

> No! You are Groot.

>> I am not groot.

> Then who are u?

>> CRBB-69

> wGaaahahahshsgsh. Shit.

>> I fail to understand.

> You’re not Jens! I hacked the wrong droid!!

He disconnected, leaving me in the grass. It was an interesting conversation as I replayed the messages from my memory banks.

I disconnected from the game server, and connected to the pleasure houses private server, searching for any reference to Jens. Patrons, employees, droids, I looked through all their service records, maintenance records, medical histories, preferred sex positions, criminal histories, tax accounts, bank ledgers, to find out who this Jens had been.

I ran out of time before the next customer arrived.

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