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	Dr. Brewer turned off his monitor. Although Kara's data would still be recorded, decency kept him from watching their nocturnal proclivities. Besides, he had learned all he needed to know. It was true, at least in Kara's case, that losing bodily control was a huge turn-on. Was this a problem? Could this be used to his advantage? Should he tell Jack Whitmore? Knowledge is power, and nobody knows what I know.		Dr. Brewer turned off his monitor. Although Kara's data would still be recorded, decency kept him from watching their nocturnal proclivities. Besides, he had learned all he needed to know. It was true, at least in Kara's case, that losing bodily control was a huge turn-on. Was this a problem? Could this be used to his advantage? Should he tell Jack Whitmore? Knowledge is power, and nobody knows what I know.

			Boot complete. Negotiating with host. Connection established. Transferring control to host.

			Kara awoke, laying on the familiar bed in Dr. Brewer's prostheses lab. Laying naked, her maintenance had become so routine that she didn't even feel embarrassed by it anymore. She approached these intimate examinations as casually as a motorist takes a car in for an oil change. In fact, she thought with a smirk, this isn't far from it. Looking down, she saw her chest access panels were open. Set upon nearly-invisible hinges on the sides of her torso, her artificial breasts rested against her arms. This was unusual. Normally Dr. Brewer closed her panels before turning her body back on. Straining her neck for a better view, she saw a maze of tubes, wires, and rubber connectors. Packed in the middle of it all, a cylindrical object the size of a soda can was clamped in place. Green and yellow status lights blinked in a cluster near the top, and it was connected to black and red electrical leads.
			"Is that my heart?" she asked impulsively, immediately realizing that was a stupid question.
			"This is your battery." Dr. Brewer replied. "You technically haven't had a pulse for more than a week. Any other doctor would have called the morgue by now."
			"Promise you'll leave me flowers, Doctor" giggled Kara, still marveling at her mechanical parts. She felt the same rush of arousal that she felt whenever the A.I. controlled her body. It's like I'm a robot. As if I'm an object instead of a person. Her hand twitched as she fought the urge to move it toward her clit.

			Dr. Brewer smiled. He would check the data logs later to confirm whether seeing her artificial organs also triggered the mysterious arousal response. "I want you to try something. I want you to close these panels using the Assistant A.I. instead of doing it manually. And here's the catch: you're not allowed to speak the command. Just think it."
			Kara imagined her panels closing, willing it with her mind, but nothing happened. "It's not working."
			"Don't think about the panels themselves, think of the command. Remember: you're not the one closing the panels, the A.I. is. You're issuing a command, but with your brain, not your voice.
			She closed her eyes and thought the words: Six-two-niner A.I. command input: close chest panels. Immediately, Kara felt the strange sensation of servos at work, swinging her breasts forward and closing her chest with a satisfying 'click'. "Cool!"
			"We've upgraded the A.I. Now in addition to helping you move, it can 'listen' your conscious thoughts so you can issue silent commands. Also, now that you're more familiar with the prosthesis, I've given you permission to open and close your own maintenance panels. Before, only authorized maintenance staff like me could get in, but we decided it's your body, so that's your right."
			"Cool!" Kara said again, this time she was opening her abdominal panel, revealing a tapestry of artificial muscle fibers that controlled the movement of her waist.
			"Now this is important," said Dr. Brewer, "these panels generally remain closed for a reason. It's to protect your delicate parts. And believe me, you have a LOT of delicate parts."

			Dr. Brewer was trying to get Kara to pay attention when the doors opened, and in strode a woman wearing a labcoat. She was short, just 5'3" or so, and slim with wavy shoulder-length light-brown hair and freckles on her nose. Both of her arms were prosthetic limbs. Far from imitating human skin, they were both pearl-white hard plastic, with black rubber covering her joints. On her right arm, the colorful design of a Chinese dragon coiled up into her sleeve.
			"Ah, right on time. Kara, I want you to meet Erin Dean. She's starting today as my assistant. You'll be seeing her a lot."
			"Doctor Dean," said Kara, extending her hand to shake.
			"Oh, not doctor yet, I'm still a year from that. Call me Erin." she said, blushing as she approached the still-naked patient.
			While they shook, Dr. Brewer moved towards the door. "I'm sorry to run out on you, but I've been pulled into a meeting. Erin, could you please finish up Kara's maintenance? Check sensor cluster twelve and then inspect the knee joints, can you do that?"
			"Easy as pie, doc. This is Freshman-level robotics. Err... not that you're a robot" she hastily apologized to Kara. Kara certainly didn't mind, she liked being called a robot.
			"I've just got to shut you down again for the next few minutes. Do you want to do the honors?"
			"Sure," said Kara, laying back down and closing her eyes. She concentrated on the shutdown command, and her body went limp.

			Erin stood there in silence. There she is. I'm in here all alone with her. My idol. My Goddess. She moved beside the bed and leaned over Kara's inert body. The traced a finger along the faint seam between Kara's breast panels. Perfect. She kissed Kara's neck. Perfect. She licked Kara's soft clitoris. Perfect. She pulled herself onto the bed beside Kara and began to pleasure herself, gasping when her cold plastic hand met her warm wet folds. Kara was everything she wanted to be, everything she could ever wish for. A perfect mechanical body. Erin wanted it all. She wanted Kara's perfect tits. She wanted her silica gel "blood". She wanted her glass eyes. She wanted her access panels. She wanted her ball bearings and her grease and her A.I., and most of all, Erin wanted to be battery-powered. She had even engineered the "accident" years ago that mangled her arms, necessitating the use of prostheses so she could feel more like a robot. She had naively thought that would satisfy her hunger, but robotic limbs only made the craving stronger. Now Erin was on the brink of paradise: working in a lab where miracles happen, where women can become fembots! Erin squirmed in orgasm.

			After calming down, Erin climbed off the bed and looked back. Her pussy had gotten the bed wet, and her saliva was all over parts of Kara. Crap, I got carried away. Now I need to clean this up.

			When Kara was turned back on, Erin was standing nearby with an embarrassed look. "Sorry that took so long, it was my first time opening you up!"
			"That's okay. I don't really feel the passage of time when I'm turned off anyway, and it's not like I had any plans."
			Kara dressed herself, and after scheduling her next checkup, she left the lab to see Jack Whitmore sitting in a nearby waiting room chair.
			"Jack! Nice to see you! Thanks again!"
			Jack waved his hand dismissively. "You don't need to thank me every time you see me. How are you? Is Doctor Brewer keeping you in tip-top shape?"
			"Better every day! I barely even need the cane now."
			"Incredible, simply incredible. This is beyond any physical rehabilitation program known to modern medicine."
			"And it's all thanks to you."
			Jack laughed. "For Pete's sake stop thanking me! It's bad for my reputation if the shareholders ever think I'm too generous with the company's money!" He resumed his jovial laughter.
			"Were you waiting for me?"
			"As a matter of fact I was. Tell me, now that you're back on your feet, when were you thinking of resuming your career?"
			The thought hadn't crossed Kara's mind yet. She had to quit her job when the disease crippled her months ago. Tom had heroically managed to cover both of their living expenses, in addition to her significant medical costs. But now there were no medical costs. In fact, Kara doesn't even need to eat anymore, except for that occasional nutrient-cube. Now Tom and Kara's finances are recovering almost as fast as Kara herself. Does she even need to work?
			"I hadn't really thought about it. Everything is happening so fast!" Kara said.
			"Well hear me out. I want to offer you a position here, working directly under me. You'll get senior-level pay and flexible hours, what do you say?"
			"Wha, why? Doing what? I'm not a doctor or anything, I was a clerk's assistant."
			"Marketing, my dear, marketing! You are an inspiration to everyone in this building. I want you to be the face of our amazing medical advances. I want people to believe in science again, in healing."
			"I, oh wow, I don't know what to say."
			"Just say yes. You don't have to agree to everything now. Go home, talk to Tom about it. Sleep on it. Sleep-mode on it."
			Kara giggled at Jack's lame attempt at a joke. "I will. Am I allowed to thank you for this, or not?"
			"Thank me tomorrow, when I give you the official offer. Gotta run it by the pencil-necks in Finance and HR and yada-yada."
			"Will I be working with Doctor Brewer?"
			"He wasn't part of the process. Listen: Brewer's a great guy and a world-class physician. But when he sees you, he sees a helpless patient who needs to be sheltered from the world. When I see you, I see the smart young professional who beat an incurable illness and isn't afraid of anything!"
			Kara smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow."
			"Nine AM! I don't abide people who are late!"
			As Kara walked off, Jack's thoughts moved to business strategy. Kara is the world's most valuable brain-in-a-jar. Much safer to keep her here with us during the day.

			...
			Erin Dean walked into her bedroom and opened her closet. Standing against the wall, turned off and recharging, was her sex android. The body was obsolete, and the A.I. was dumber than a box of rocks. "Who needs a thinking dildo?" seemed to have been this model's design philosophy. It's designation was "Rocky", but she never called it that. Erin stripped down to her underwear and flipped the switch on the back of the android's head.
			"Good evening, Erin. Please select program."
			"Tell me what to do, master" said Erin, kneeling in front of it.
			A few moments of silence, then: "Unable to understand command. Please select program."
			Erin sighed. "Fellatio."
			The android started pulling down its pants. "No, master, let me get it" said Erin, intervening and undressing the android, revealing its already-erect silicone cock.
			Erin took it into her mouth and started pleasuring the android. Someday I'll be the droid, she thought. Someday I'll be the sex toy. Someday I'll be the one taking orders and running programs. Someday I'll be stored in a closet with a harem of other dolls, each one as worthless and as perfect as me.
			Exactly ten minutes later, the android ejaculated into her mouth, just like the night before, and the night before that. And just like every night prior, she dutifully swallowed the flavorless saline gel and continued twisting her tongue against the android's silicone member.
			"Program complete. Please select program."
			Erin didn't respond, continuing to go through the motions as if running a program of her own.

			Someday soon.
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	Dr. Brewer turned off his monitor. Although Kara's data would still be recorded, decency kept him from watching their nocturnal proclivities. Besides, he had learned all he needed to know. It was true, at least in Kara's case, that losing bodily control was a huge turn-on. Was this a problem? Could this be used to his advantage? Should he tell Jack Whitmore? Knowledge is power, and nobody knows what I know.		Dr. Brewer turned off his monitor. Although Kara's data would still be recorded, decency kept him from watching their nocturnal proclivities. Besides, he had learned all he needed to know. It was true, at least in Kara's case, that losing bodily control was a huge turn-on. Was this a problem? Could this be used to his advantage? Should he tell Jack Whitmore? Knowledge is power, and nobody knows what I know.
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