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	I walked a few steps behind her to the squad-flier to think things through. Obviously I’d need with me Palmer to grill the witnesses but was she up to the job? As I eyed her lean legs and butt striding down the sidewalk she was sparking things deep in my poor inefficient meat-brain that told me she was my old trusted friend but at the same time I’d seen she was little better than a plastic beatcop designed to be tough but cheap. Her body had obviously been built with concessions to who she had been; her face, her pussy, her lean build, her tits; but these looked like the bare minimum of grudging upgrades added to a plastic toy compared to the possibilities I’d seen in the clinic. Were her processors and software equally cheap? Was her ghost really in there at all?		I walked a few steps behind her to the squad-flier to think things through. Obviously I’d need with me Palmer to grill the witnesses but was she up to the job? As I eyed her lean legs and butt striding down the sidewalk she was sparking things deep in my poor inefficient meat-brain that told me she was my old trusted friend but at the same time I’d seen she was little better than a plastic beatcop designed to be tough but cheap. Her body had obviously been built with concessions to who she had been; her face, her pussy, her lean build, her tits; but these looked like the bare minimum of grudging upgrades added to a plastic toy compared to the possibilities I’d seen in the clinic. Were her processors and software equally cheap? Was her ghost really in there at all?
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	“You really are an anti-nerd, you know that? Look if I stop moving and all my lights go out then I’ve auto-shutdown; if I stop moving, and I mean really stop for a long time, and my lights go red then I’ve crashed. Either way just reboot me and I’ll be fine. Won’t happen though, I’m good at this… here goes!”		“You really are an anti-nerd, you know that? Look if I stop moving and all my lights go out then I’ve auto-shutdown; if I stop moving, and I mean really stop for a long time, and my lights go red then I’ve crashed. Either way just reboot me and I’ll be fine. Won’t happen though, I’m good at this… here goes!”

	Palmer frowned and took on a slightly spaced out look then her lights began cycling incredibly fast and I ~~realised~~ she had stopped moving completely. I watched her and occasionally her face twitched but otherwise nothing but flashing; I waved my hand in front of her eyes and, again, nothing. Feeling a bit bolder now that the first encounter was over, I took a closer and more careful look over the robot replica of my ex girlfriend, easy now she was so unnaturally still. Her builders had done a good job on the head and face: it looked like the old Palmer might have done on a great day in good light and, while the complexion was suspiciously perfect, it had enough detail to pass as human; at least if she wore a turtleneck or something to cover her LEDs. Where she was holding up her sweater though the details were very basic. A smooth flesh coloured plastic skin layer was well moulded into her slim shape but missing any human marks or details other than a token indent for a belly button. More than that, ‘bot Palmer’s body was criss-crossed by the lines of several access panels and assembly points and had subtle but clearly visible decals bearing maintenance information and her serial number, ‘CX223’. The data panel she had flipped open was obviously designed for easy access with a small finger indent along the lower edge of the rectangle but most of the other openings seemed to have been sealed with service stickers bearing various dates and bar-code. She seemed to be a pretty standard beat-cop unit.		Palmer frowned and took on a slightly spaced out look then her lights began cycling incredibly fast and I realized she had stopped moving completely. I watched her and occasionally her face twitched but otherwise nothing but flashing; I waved my hand in front of her eyes and, again, nothing. Feeling a bit bolder now that the first encounter was over, I took a closer and more careful look over the robot replica of my ex girlfriend, easy now she was so unnaturally still. Her builders had done a good job on the head and face: it looked like the old Palmer might have done on a great day in good light and, while the complexion was suspiciously perfect, it had enough detail to pass as human; at least if she wore a turtleneck or something to cover her LEDs. Where she was holding up her sweater though the details were very basic. A smooth flesh coloured plastic skin layer was well moulded into her slim shape but missing any human marks or details other than a token indent for a belly button. More than that, ‘bot Palmer’s body was criss-crossed by the lines of several access panels and assembly points and had subtle but clearly visible decals bearing maintenance information and her serial number, ‘CX223’. The data panel she had flipped open was obviously designed for easy access with a small finger indent along the lower edge of the rectangle but most of the other openings seemed to have been sealed with service stickers bearing various dates and bar-code. She seemed to be a pretty standard beat-cop unit.

	I stepped back to take in the wider view. She was still an attractive girl, the long limbs and slender body brought back buried memories which I pushed back down but I couldn’t help liking the way the swell of her breasts filled out the tight sweater where the lab coat hung open. I wondered how far up her arms from her realistic hands the details went. Was she designed to look real (realish at least) only in long sleeves? Short sleeves? Vest top? Certainly not in a bikini anyway! It seemed the Police pension-recovery program didn’t place much priority on realism for its recovered officers. After all, since the whole idea was to cut costs on expensive AIs by getting trained and proven officers to donate the essentials if the worst happened, the Force weren’t likely to splash out on real-tech hardware. How much did that apply to her mind as well, I thought, to her programming? Looking at Palmer beside the painfully attractive blonde android I felt a pang of pity; she wasn’t much better than a shop window mannequin next to the blonde who looked drop-dead human even shot to shit. Had this been what she’d expected when she’d signed up for pension-recovery? My eyes wandered down Palmer’s long legs then back up… How ‘real’ was she…? I ~~realised~~ she still wore her old perfume.		I stepped back to take in the wider view. She was still an attractive girl, the long limbs and slender body brought back buried memories which I pushed back down but I couldn’t help liking the way the swell of her breasts filled out the tight sweater where the lab coat hung open. I wondered how far up her arms from her realistic hands the details went. Was she designed to look real (realish at least) only in long sleeves? Short sleeves? Vest top? Certainly not in a bikini anyway! It seemed the Police pension-recovery program didn’t place much priority on realism for its recovered officers. After all, since the whole idea was to cut costs on expensive AIs by getting trained and proven officers to donate the essentials if the worst happened, the Force weren’t likely to splash out on real-tech hardware. How much did that apply to her mind as well, I thought, to her programming? Looking at Palmer beside the painfully attractive blonde android I felt a pang of pity; she wasn’t much better than a shop window mannequin next to the blonde who looked drop-dead human even shot to shit. Had this been what she’d expected when she’d signed up for pension-recovery? My eyes wandered down Palmer’s long legs then back up… How ‘real’ was she…? I realized she still wore her old perfume.

	DS-R Palmer snapped back to life and looked at me with a resigned expression as her LEDs slowed to a gentler pace. “I.. I’m S-sorrrry, Bruce.” It took her a moment to synch her speech, making her forehead crease in annoyance. “I’ve maxed my CPU against her crypto and got nowhere, we need to find her service provider or builder or something to get us in,” she casually un-jacked herself from the wreck and covered up.		DS-R Palmer snapped back to life and looked at me with a resigned expression as her LEDs slowed to a gentler pace. “I.. I’m S-sorrrry, Bruce.” It took her a moment to synch her speech, making her forehead crease in annoyance. “I’ve maxed my CPU against her crypto and got nowhere, we need to find her service provider or builder or something to get us in,” she casually un-jacked herself from the wreck and covered up.
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	“No problem,” I said and we followed her into the lift. I was almost not surprised that she was a machine; the case just seemed to be going that way…		“No problem,” I said and we followed her into the lift. I was almost not surprised that she was a machine; the case just seemed to be going that way…

	“This is the main clinic floor.” I was impressed. Where the police facilities were stark and utilitarian, here there was no expense spared on the gleaming machinery and tables. White coated technicians moved quickly but calmly about their business amongst the female clientele who were of all shapes sizes and complexions but with two things in common: all were flawlessly real looking and most were seriously attractive. The screened booths all opened onto the central aisle and I couldn’t help my eyes wandering as we passed by. There were several android women standing blankly in their default positions, hooked into the clinic mainframe. Some with their expensive clothes opened just enough to allow access to their panels, others stripped to very distracting lingerie or nothing at all. A topless redhead was leaning forward over a maintenance table resting on her straight arms as a tech worked inside her open back making her impressive assets jiggle with a realism that made Palmer look like a Barbie doll. The woman gave me a disapproving frown as I gawked at her making me ~~realise~~ I was the only man in the big room.		“This is the main clinic floor.” I was impressed. Where the police facilities were stark and utilitarian, here there was no expense spared on the gleaming machinery and tables. White coated technicians moved quickly but calmly about their business amongst the female clientele who were of all shapes sizes and complexions but with two things in common: all were flawlessly real looking and most were seriously attractive. The screened booths all opened onto the central aisle and I couldn’t help my eyes wandering as we passed by. There were several android women standing blankly in their default positions, hooked into the clinic mainframe. Some with their expensive clothes opened just enough to allow access to their panels, others stripped to very distracting lingerie or nothing at all. A topless redhead was leaning forward over a maintenance table resting on her straight arms as a tech worked inside her open back making her impressive assets jiggle with a realism that made Palmer look like a Barbie doll. The woman gave me a disapproving frown as I gawked at her making me realize I was the only man in the big room.

	“Our staff are all Rutuksee products programmed for technical support functions. We like to show off the latest hardware to inspire our clients as it were…” The Doctor’s tour guide act seemed calculated to show the poor cop and his cheap robot partner the toys we could never afford.		“Our staff are all Rutuksee products programmed for technical support functions. We like to show off the latest hardware to inspire our clients as it were…” The Doctor’s tour guide act seemed calculated to show the poor cop and his cheap robot partner the toys we could never afford.
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	We passed androids in deeper maintenance, giving me fleeting glimpses of them lying face up and partially disassembled between the surrounding techs and machines. One mature but handsome woman’s face looked slightly familiar from somewhere as her lithe eighteen year old’s body jerked lifelessly under the tools of an efficient looking blonde technician. I was surprised to see how many of the women still seemed to be at least partially online, some looking calmly around or discussing their on-going repairs with the technicians, others frowning or gaping in distracted confusion with only their bodies deactivated. One woman with apparently muted voice function seemed to be experiencing a full-blown and vigorous orgasm over and over as three techs delved deeply into the tangle of wires and tubing hanging from her opened torso. “Looks like she’s enjoying the service!” I muttered to Palmer who was looking uncomfortable.		We passed androids in deeper maintenance, giving me fleeting glimpses of them lying face up and partially disassembled between the surrounding techs and machines. One mature but handsome woman’s face looked slightly familiar from somewhere as her lithe eighteen year old’s body jerked lifelessly under the tools of an efficient looking blonde technician. I was surprised to see how many of the women still seemed to be at least partially online, some looking calmly around or discussing their on-going repairs with the technicians, others frowning or gaping in distracted confusion with only their bodies deactivated. One woman with apparently muted voice function seemed to be experiencing a full-blown and vigorous orgasm over and over as three techs delved deeply into the tangle of wires and tubing hanging from her opened torso. “Looks like she’s enjoying the service!” I muttered to Palmer who was looking uncomfortable.

	“Well, malfunctions can sometimes be rather… erm, intense,” she muttered. The slim robot blushed slightly, I hadn’t ~~realised~~ she could do that, and I noticed her status lights were fluttering quickly again.		“Well, malfunctions can sometimes be rather… erm, intense,” she muttered. The slim robot blushed slightly, I hadn’t realized she could do that, and I noticed her status lights were fluttering quickly again.

	“I think you met Yvonne yesterday, Inspector Hammond.” The immaculate doctor stopped by a booth with a petite girl stretched out on the table struggling weakly from the neck up as another of the white coated techs carefully connected several cables inside her open chest panel. The girl caught sight of me and looked daggers, struggling to speak through the system interruptions from each new connection and I recognized the receptionist who had expertly strong-armed me out of Rutuksee the morning before. Nude she looked even smaller, with a delicate dancer’s figure. “I don’t think she likes you much I’m afraid. Helena, please make sure that 771 is adjusted to be polite to our police visitors.” She addressed the remark to the tech who acknowledged with a nod.		“I think you met Yvonne yesterday, Inspector Hammond.” The immaculate doctor stopped by a booth with a petite girl stretched out on the table struggling weakly from the neck up as another of the white coated techs carefully connected several cables inside her open chest panel. The girl caught sight of me and looked daggers, struggling to speak through the system interruptions from each new connection and I recognized the receptionist who had expertly strong-armed me out of Rutuksee the morning before. Nude she looked even smaller, with a delicate dancer’s figure. “I don’t think she likes you much I’m afraid. Helena, please make sure that 771 is adjusted to be polite to our police visitors.” She addressed the remark to the tech who acknowledged with a nod.

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	“Well, malfunctions can sometimes be rather… erm, intense,” she muttered. The slim robot blushed slightly, I hadn’t realised she could do that, and I noticed her status lights were fluttering quickly again.		“Well, malfunctions can sometimes be rather… erm, intense,” she muttered. The slim robot blushed slightly, I hadn’t realised she could do that, and I noticed her status lights were fluttering quickly again.

	“I think you met Yvonne yesterday, Inspector Hammond.” The immaculate doctor stopped by a booth with a petite girl stretched out on the table struggling weakly from the neck up as another of the white coated techs carefully connected several cables inside her open chest panel. The girl caught sight of me and looked daggers, struggling to speak through the system interruptions from each new connection and I ~~recognised~~ the receptionist who had expertly strong-armed me out of Rutuksee the morning before. Nude she looked even smaller, with a delicate dancer’s figure. “I don’t think she likes you much I’m afraid. Helena, please make sure that 771 is adjusted to be polite to our police visitors.” She addressed the remark to the tech who acknowledged with a nod.		“I think you met Yvonne yesterday, Inspector Hammond.” The immaculate doctor stopped by a booth with a petite girl stretched out on the table struggling weakly from the neck up as another of the white coated techs carefully connected several cables inside her open chest panel. The girl caught sight of me and looked daggers, struggling to speak through the system interruptions from each new connection and I recognized the receptionist who had expertly strong-armed me out of Rutuksee the morning before. Nude she looked even smaller, with a delicate dancer’s figure. “I don’t think she likes you much I’m afraid. Helena, please make sure that 771 is adjusted to be polite to our police visitors.” She addressed the remark to the tech who acknowledged with a nod.

	“I’m surprised you can impose personality reprogramming like that in here, Doctor. Surely your clients value their digital souls too much to let them be altered without permission?” I blurted the first tolerably intelligent question I could think of to cover my embarrassment as Palmer looked incredulously between my six foot two frame and the pretty size zero who’d put me on my arse.		“I’m surprised you can impose personality reprogramming like that in here, Doctor. Surely your clients value their digital souls too much to let them be altered without permission?” I blurted the first tolerably intelligent question I could think of to cover my embarrassment as Palmer looked incredulously between my six foot two frame and the pretty size zero who’d put me on my arse.

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