A Trip to the ER

OK, I'm in an ambulance. Technicians are around me as we rush to what is presumably a hospital.

It's so weird. The last thing I remember I was driving and now this.

At least I don't hurt anywhere.

"Hey," I say.

"She's awake," one technician says, then addresses me, "you were in a car accident. We're taking you to the hospital."

"But I'm feeling fine."

"Glad to hear it," she says. "Nonetheless, we need to get you checked out."

We come to a stop and the back doors fling open. They pull the gurney out and start me through the emergency room doors.

"Get her to R–wing," says the technician who talked with me, then adds, "here's her snapshot. No outward damage but she was out when we got to her and didn't come back until 30 seconds ago."

"OK, we got it from here," the person from the hospital says.

As we rumble through the hospital I say, "I don't mean to make a fuss, but I'm fine."

Nobody says anything.

"I said I'm fine. There's really no need."

We enter a room with bright lights.

The crew who was with me leave me there and go back outside. I hear one say, "get her prepped."

"Umm, hello?" I say, having been left alone. I try to sit up but I'm restrained at the shoulders. A short time passes—maybe a minute or so, but it seems like forever. On a gurney next to me is a woman in a nurse outfit. Actually, just her top half—apparently an android. Good grief: they put me in some kind of storage room.

Finally another intern enters. A woman, dressed just like the robot nurse. "Great," I say.

"Hello...Candice," she says in a hollowly friendly tone, "I'm here to get you prepared."

She began unbuttoning my blouse. I tried to stop her, "I'm really okay—I can just take my shirt off if you'd like." She ignored me and continued. She unclasped my bra and exposed my breasts.

"Hey," I protested, "can't I have some privacy?"

She picked up some shears, but I was distracted as a gurney burst the doors open behind me. They rolled it next to me. On it was a girl whose arm was badly mangled. Another android, presumably, as the plastic skin on her arm was torn away revealing a mess of wires and synthetic muscles and plastic bones.

She looked at me and said, "nice tits."

I rolled my eyes and looked to the nurse, "you've obviously got me in the wrong place: I'm not a robot."

"Oh my, let me check." She cocked her head briefly then added, "you are in the correct place." She went to the new robot and, with the shears, cut off her dress with rapid efficiency.

"Uh, hello? I'm human?" I protested again.

"Check again, sister," the other robot said, now naked. She gestured toward my midriff.

I strained to see down my body but could only get a glimpse of flesh-colored plastic draped over one side.

"Whatever, robot," I said to her with a disrespectful tone.

The nurse plunged the shears into the robot's belly and cut out a large rectangle, flopping it to one side. She put down the shears and walked out the room.

The robot looked to me, "you don't know how this works, do you? They'll copy you out into a new body then disassemble you."

"Yeah, for robots like you."

"You'll see." She raised her good arm and gestured to compare her own open belly and mine then nodded knowingly.

We sat in silence for a few more minutes. I was sure that at some point they'd realize their mistake and bring me to a real doctor.

"Look, we'll be here for a while. What's your name?"

"Candice," I said, not looking at her.

"I'm Cherry," she said. "Pardon my rudeness if I don't shake hands." She laughed at her joke.

There was no way I was just a talking doll like Cherry. "They'll get me out of here, you know."

"You might as well get used to it: you're a robot."

I didn't answer.

"Look, I get it. You're programmed to think you're human. But this is way better, no? It's like being immortal: we'll be walking out of here in perfectly new bodies while these busted shells get scrapped."

"It's really nice of you to care, but could you just shut up?"

She laughed. "What are you going to do about it?"

I rolled my eyes and looked away.

"I always wondered what being disassembled was like. Last time I was here, they copied my data files into a new body—well, this body—and that's all I know. I figure they just shut me off, but who knows. Maybe I'll pretend to be off and they'll just take me apart. Or I can be like," switching to an emotionlessly chipper tone, "'shutdown function not responding.'"

"Well they can't just shut me off," I finally said.

"That's so cool!"

"Cool? What, being human?"

"No—I mean, yeah, I guess. You're so completely programmed that you can't shut down, eh?"

"I'm not programmed you idiot!"

"I hope I get to see that. I mean, I'm sure you're programming will have you thinking you're human right up until you're just a CPU and battery pack. Of course, maybe you'll figure it out once they get you mostly disassembled. I can't wait!"

"You'll be doing a lot of waiting, then."

"Whatever," she said.

A human nurse came in the room just then.

"Candice?" he said.

"That' s me."

He came over with a laptop and set it beside me. "We'll have you out of here in no time," he said as he set to work on it.

"Look, there's been some mistake. I'm human, so just get me out of here and to a real doctor."

He looked at me then let his eyes drift down my body. "Sure," he said sarcastically.

He got out a cable and plugged it into the laptop then got up and looked at my belly closely.

"Oh sure, very funny," I said. He put his hand on my body just below my breasts then brought the cable over. "If you don't get me out of here, you'll have one hell of a...a...a... malpractice suit on your hands!"

Cherry laughed. The nurse went back to the laptop and began working, absently responding, "ok sweetheart. No problem. I'll get you the forms in a minute."

"Why are...are...are you laughing?!"

Cherry mocked my nervous stutter, "Because you...you...you are a robot," then laughed some more.

I fumed but could do nothing. The nurse said, "all set." He got up and unplugged the cable. "One last thing," he said as he grabbed my breast with one hand and reached for my belly with the other.

"Fucking pervert," I said, exasperated, then I turned to Cherry.

He laughed, "have a nice day," then left.

Cherry laughed again.

"What the fuck is your problem? Got a chip loose or something?"

"I'm fine. But you ... hey, why don't you get up?"

"Restraints, moron," I said.

"Well at least stop looking at me," she said, starting to laugh as she finished her sentence.

I tried to move but I couldn't. "The fuck?"

"He pulled your motor controls. It'll make you easier to dismantle."

Two android nurses came in. "Candice?" one said.

I was not going to cooperate so I said nothing. "That's her," Cherry said. The nurse looked at Cherry, "thank you."

As they undid the restraints I tried to get up but couldn't move. They began undressing me completely, blank smiles on their faces.

"Too bad they aren't perverts," Cherry said, adding, "you'd make a fine sex doll like that."

I would have glared at her if I could.

"What are you doing?" I asked, unable to see anything but Cherry beaming at me.

"I'm sorry," one nurse said. She turned my head forward and propped it into a holster so I could see my body. From this vantage point I could see my my whole naked body laid out. I was fixated on the hole in my belly with the skin folded back. They nurses placed my clothes on a table.

"Comments?" Cherry said. I said nothing. "You're immobilized and you can see that you're nothing more than a sophisticated android."

"No, it must be implants."

"Oh, how boring! Hey nurse, perhaps you can give me hand," she said coyly.

"Do you require assistance as well?"

"Oh, no. Are you scheduled to disassemble Candice?"

The nurse said, "we cannot divulge private information about other patients."

"Of course. Are you scheduled to process the collection of parts next to me?"

The nurse looked at me then back to Cherry, "yes."

"What are you getting at, Cherry?"

"Oh, just having some fun ... Nurse: can you do me a favor?"

"Do you require assistance?"

"I'm bored. Could you hand me the vaginal unit there to play with?"

The nurse hesitated and cocked her head then said, "certainly."

"Hey, wait a minute. I'm a human being, you can't just take me apart like some robot," I protested.

The nurse ignored me and began cutting the skin around my crotch. It should have hurt a lot, but it too was only a cybernetic implant.

Cherry interrupted, "oh, and could you get an extension cable to maintain connection to the rest of the unit?"

The nurse freed several clips inside my implant then let my entire vagina slide out. I could feel it disconnect when she unplugged the cables. "Certainly," the nurse said to Cherry. She went to a drawer and produced a cable. She plugged it into the vagina and into my implant then handed the vagina to Cherry.

I felt Cherry gave the vagina a teasing lick. It felt good and I felt aroused.

"Now," Cherry said.

"What are you doing?" I quickly asked, unable to look at anything but the cut plastic skin where my vagina was and the cable running toward Cherry's gurney.

"Let's see," Cherry said. I could feel her fingers in and around my pussy, or rather the cybernetic implant. It felt weird as I heard a click. "There we go ... we'll just switch this to diagnostic mode, and ..." The vagina disconnected from my implant.

In the mean time, the nurses started working on my lower legs. They had stripped away the skin of the implants and were beginning to disconnect the feet when I heard the door open with another gurney. The nurses stopped what they were doing and went over to the gurney.

"What are they doing now," I asked, still unable to move.

Cherry answered, "oh, that's your new body," then added, "let's try this."

Suddenly I orgasmed. It was the strongest orgasm I ever experienced. I let out a loud moan.

Cherry said, "excellent! I always wondered if I could reprogram a sleeper this way."

As soon as it came it vanished, unlike a normal orgasm. "What did you do?"

She leaned to hold the vagina just into my field of view. The cable side was open, revealing a control panel. "I can trigger an orgasm by hitting this button here. Do you want to feel that again?"

Part of me protested but I said "yes."

"Well you just have to do one thing for me."

"What?", I said a little too eagerly.

Cherry chuckled, "say 'I am a robot.'"

"But I'm not a robot."

"It's just pretend," she said, adding a coy sing-song to the word "pretend".

It ran against everything I knew, but I gave it a try. "I am a robot," I said without commitment. I could see Cherry press the button then a rush of an orgasm again. Another moan.

I barely noticed but the nurses had apparently put my clothes on the robot on the gurney. It was being wheeled out. I heard Cherry say, "good girl" and the orgasm was gone and I was back.

The nurses continued working on my implants. They stripped the skin down my hips and began unbolting the legs from the implants.

"Any time you want an orgasm, just say it."

It was intoxicating. I could barely help myself. "I am a robot." Ecstasy. I watched the nurses work. They disconnected wires and began making a pile of parts on a cart.

The nurse went to Cherry, "may I have that back?"

"Sure," Cherry said.

They unplugged the cables. My vagina was gone again.

"I am a robot," I said, but no rush.

"Sorry Candice, no more fun for you."

I watched them place the vagina on the cart. They worked on my hips, unbolting parts and placing them on the cart. Robot parts. My parts.

"I am a robot," I said with commitment.

Cherry giggled, "I think I broke my little toy."

"Look at me, Cherry: I am a robot. I am not a human. I am a robot."

I watched the nurses. They peeled away my breasts, exposing more wires and electronics.

"I like being disassembled. I am a robot, nothing more than electrical and mechanical parts."

"Oh man, I can't wait," Cherry said. I knew she was watching me. I wondered if she was masturba—

I stretch my arms and open my eyes. I'm in a hospital room.

"Jack!" I say as I see him.

"Candice! How are you feeling?," he asks.

"I'm fine. I told them I was fine in the ambulance but they didn't listen."

"Well, you had a bit of amnesia, but I think you're as good as new now."

"Can we go home now?"

"Sure," Jack said. I couldn't help but kiss him.

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