The Replacement - Part 1

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Prologue

His name was Greg Phillips, and the year was 2114. He was a somewhat handsome, yet ordinary man of slightly above average height, with hazel eyes, and light brown hair. Up until a few days ago, he was the happiest man in the world. He was a college graduate with a well-paying, entry level job as an analyst at the local field FBI office in San Francisco, CA. He had a nice and affordable place to live. And he also had a beautiful girlfriend with whom he had been dating for over three years since meeting her while he still worked at the local department store.

“I can’t wait until you get home,” Greg said, kissing Sabrina as she got ready to head out to work for her 12pm to 8pm shift.

“Me too,” she smiled, “Then we can finally go see that movie,”

“Yeah,” he said, “Hurry back,”

“I promise,” she said, and she headed out the door.

Unfortunately, she never made it home. She got hit by a drunk driver as she was leaving the parking lot after her long shift. The doctors informed him she was brain dead.

Greg was devastated.

Still, the one thing that kept him from going completely crazy was the fact that her stepdad, John, was there for him. One day, while Greg was sitting at her bedside, John walked in and calmly pulled up a chair next to him; he did not seem too distraught.

“Son, I know you must feel like shit right now, but I think I might be able to help,” he said.

“How could you help?” he asked, “Do you mean you could fix her brain?” Greg asked.

“Unfortunately not,” he said, “but the company I work for is heavily involved in cybernetics, and one of the products we are currently working on is an artificial humanoid replacement,” he said.

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at” Greg admitted.

“Well, we can’t actually transfer a person’s soul to a machine…yet,” he said, “But we have managed to come up with a way of essentially downloading their memories, personality, and experiences as raw data and installing it into an artificial brain with a sophisticated A.I. to emulate them and then into an exact robotic copy of that person’s body.”

“So, a robotic clone?” Greg asked.

“Yes, it would look, sound, smell, and act exactly like Sabrina here, but it would only be a copy,” he said.

“Are you saying you can make me a new Sabrina?” Greg asked, still not quite believing what he was hearing.

“Yes, we’ve been successful in over 90% of our test trials, even in cases where the person was brain dead,” he said.

“How are you able to make them look realistic?” he asked, a little skeptical, since the only humanoid robots he was aware of had plastic-like skin and very basic features.

“I’m afraid I can’t go into any details just yet, since we are just entering the beta phase” he said, “Suffice to say my company has been developing the concurrent technologies used to build these human robots for a little over a century now,”

“So, I would just continue my life with a copy that looks like her?” Greg asked, “As much as would like to have that, especially with my robot fetish, we were hoping to have a family together and I don’t see that happening with a robot,”

“I know you two were hoping to have kids in a few years after she got out of college,” he nodded, “But you have no need to worry, we can salvage Sabrina’s eggs from her body and put them on ice for whenever the two of you are ready,”

“Good,” Greg said, “and how much would this cost me?” Greg asked, starting to feel hopeful and excited for the first time since the accident.

“Absolutely nothing,” he stated simply, “Aside from the fact that she was my stepdaughter and I am personally for this plan, you would essentially be beta testing this android in the field,” he explained, “As such, for helping us through the beta phase, she would be completely free, as would all of her future repairs, upgrades, and new bodies,”

“New bodies?” Greg asked.

“Yes, we can only age a body so much before it needs to be replaced,” he explained, “And you don’t expect her to look 23 forever, right?” he asked.

“No, I suppose not,” Greg said, “Though that would be nice,” he mused.

“I’m sure it would,” John smiled, “So, are you in?” he asked, standing up.

“Yes,” Greg said, “Thank you,” Greg said, getting up and shaking John’s hand.

“You’re welcome,” he said with a big smile, “It’ll take me a little while to get approval from my superiors, and a few more days after that to construct her,” he said, “So expect her in a few weeks,” he finished.

“I will,” Greg said, finally having something good to look forward to.

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Part 1.1: Reunion

Over the next few weeks, John and Greg made several arrangements with her place of employment, since her status had to be secretly changed. Fortunately, Greg still had some pull with the management since he had worked there for over five years.

When word finally arrived that her body was finished, he arranged to have a whole week off work and waited eagerly for her replacement to arrive. John planned on bringing her over in the evening after he got home from work, so he left work a little early, took a shower, and then waited…though he was not good at waiting, so he nervously paced around his apartment instead.

Finally, at about 5pm, the doorbell rang.

-DING DONG-

“Alright, just stay calm Greg,” thought to himself as he approached the door. It had been more than three weeks since Sabrina died and the thought of having a new one, a robotic one, was exciting.

Greg opened the door to John carrying a medium sized box and another man hauling a metal box large enough for a human body on a dolly.

“Where do you want it?” John asked.

“Right here,” Greg said, showing them where to place it, “In the living room,”

Once they had the box situated in the living room, the other man left while John stayed.

“Alright, now before I let you turn her on, I need to go over a few things,” he said, sitting down on the couch with Greg.

“Okay,” Greg said.

“Now, she is the most advanced android we have ever created,” he started, “she can get wet, she can eat and drink” he said, “She therefore excretes as well,” he said.

“Sounds simple enough,” Greg said.

“Now, even though she will acquire much of her energy from the food and drink she consumes, as well as from various micro solar panels installed throughout her body and kinetic energy from moving around, she will still need to be plugged in occasionally,” he explained.

“Will she need to be plugged in right now?” Greg asked.

“No, we already charged her up for you, but she will still need to eat regularly starting today in order to maintain the charge; and she will also be able to tell you when she needs to be plugged in,” he said.

“So, she will be aware of the fact that she’s a copy…an android?” Greg asked.

“Yes,” he said, “we aren’t planning on making sleepers since they would require tremendous processing power to maintain the illusion, and besides, I thought you both had robo-fetishes anyway,” he winked.

“Well, I suppose I do,” Greg said, blushing a little, “I think she may have as well,” he added.

“Well, she will be able to tickle that fetish as well as both your foot fetishes,” he said.

“Good, and can she be programmed or reprogrammed?” Greg asked.

“No,” he said, “You can’t permanently modify her personality or memories…otherwise it wouldn’t be Sabrina now would it?” he asked.

“I suppose not, I was more worried about someone else reprogramming her,” Greg said.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “No technology exists, or will ever exist, that can reprogram her,”

“That’s a relief,” Greg said.

“Now, one more thing before I leave you two alone,” he said, pulling out a 10.5in tablet, “This tablet is your link to her diagnostic and remote systems,”

“What can I do with it?” Greg asked.

“It connects to all her systems wirelessly so you can check to see if anything is wrong,” he said, “and you can also use it to see what she sees and hear what she hears wherever she is, since she transmits to a proprietary satellite network,” he said, “As well as numerous control screens so you can modify her movement, actions, you name it,” he added.

“Very nice, now how do I turn her on?” Greg asked, as he started to get up.

“Just turn on the tablet and finish the prompts to turn her on this first time,” he said, “she’ll tell you more once she is activated,” he added.

“Thanks John,” Greg said, walking with him to the door.

“Just enjoy your reunion and bring her to our place for dinner in a few nights,” he said, “and one more thing, since she’s basically an advanced prototype we’ve given to you for field testing, she may have a few glitches and malfunctions, but she should self-correct and automatically install fixes while she is sleeping,”

“Okay,” Greg said, “Wait, what’s in that other box you gave me?” he asked, looking over at the medium sized plastic box John had left near the larger one.

“Oh, those are her backup parts,” he said, “A few extra hands, feet, and other parts,” he explained, “Even an extra head,” he added, “That way you can simply replace the part instead of taking her in for a major fix,” he finished.

“Cool,” Greg said.

“Well, I’d better be going now,” John said, and once he left, Greg closed the door and locked it, making sure he wouldn’t be disturbed.

With her stepfather gone, Greg finally had the place to himself…that is, until he turned on his new girlfriend. He quickly locked the doors and closed the windows, and even disconnected the phone so he would not be disturbed. With that all done, he slowly walked back into the living room and approached the large box.

“Alright, now why don’t we take a look at you before turning you on,” Greg said, and he typed in his security key in the key pad and then stood back as the box opened to reveal the dormant form of Sabrina.

R. Sabrina was a girl in her early twenties, 23 to be exact. She stood at about 5”9 with long, curly, dark brown hair, and had a medium figure with a pair of C-cup breasts and was of mixed Mexican/American heritage.

She was currently wearing the same work outfit that the original Sabrina wore on the night of her accident, even down to the pink nail polish on her fingers and the earrings and nose piercing.

Her outfit was a short sleeved black polo with a pair of black pants and black ballets. When he got closer to her, he was astonished to discover that she even smelled like she had just worked Sabrina’s full shift; the body odor mixed with her usual coconut perfume.

With this remarkably realistic and accurate copy of Sabrina before him, he couldn’t help but choke up a little, since he knew this was not the Sabrina that he knew. Still, as long as she had all of Sabrina’s memories and personality, that had to make her a suitable replacement.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind if I feel you to see how real you are,” he said, staring at her sleeping face for a brief moment before smiling and grabbing one of her arms.

“Wow, I don’t know how they did it, but you feel exactly like the real Sabrina did…except a bit cold,” he said, feeling her left forearm and admiring the hairs and imperfections in the skin. He also looked at her hand and admired all of the fingerprints.

“Well, let’s see if we can turn you on,” he said letting go of her arm after looking at her sleeping face and wanting to see her look more lively. After returning to the table where he left the tablet, he picked it up and activated it.

“Wow, this thing is cool!” he said, looking at the detailed status screens that popped up.

Since R. Sabrina wasn’t yet active, many of them were showing no activity, but there were a few screens displaying her current energy levels, and her wireless status.

After looking at all the options available to him, he found the activation sequence was at the top. Taking one more look at her dormant stance, he keyed in his activation code and tapped the activate button. Once he did so, all of the other status indicators came alive: CPU, memory, motor systems, A.I.

When he looked up from the tablet, he saw that her body was becoming more alive too. The skin was turning pink where before it was pale, almost as though a blush-fire were spreading across her body; she also started to breathe.

When he looked back down at the tablet, he saw a generic startup text appear:

Prototype unit RXX1 activated…running preliminary diagnostics…diagnostics complete, no errors found…loading all systems…systems loaded… now starting A.I…A.I. loaded…starting human emulation…host human R. Sabrina loaded.

When he saw that everything was loaded, he looked back up and saw that, while she looked more alive, she still looked as though she were asleep.

“That’s odd, I wonder if there’s something wrong,” he said, putting the tablet down and slowly approaching her.

As he approached her, he could see her chest rising in rhythm with her breaths, and that her skin now looked fully alive. He slowly got closer to take a look at her face, when…

“BOO!!!” she yelled, suddenly coming to life.

To say Greg was startled was an understatement. He gave off what could best be described as a shriek, goose bumps formed on his skin, and the hairs stood up on his arms and neck. His heart raced so much he thought he was going into cardiac arrest, and he could hardly breathe.

Fortunately, the aforementioned symptoms lasted only a few seconds, and when he recovered he saw her laughing hysterically.

“I knew I’d get you one of these days,” she laughed.

One of the things Greg used to do to the original Sabrina at the department store they both worked at to get her attention was to scare her whenever he happened to be walking by. He swore he was impossible to scare…apparently he was wrong.

“Hey! That’s not fair,” he said, catching his breath and smiling at her; he almost forgot she wasn’t the original Sabrina.

“Well, after I activated, I just couldn’t resist,” she said, still laughing.

“So, how do you feel?” he asked, “Do you have all of Sabrina’s memories?”

“I feel fine Greg,” she said, regaining her composure, “And I do have access to all of her memories, why else would I have scared you?” she smiled.

“I’m sorry, this is just too weird,” he said, “It was only a few weeks ago I watched over you, I mean her, brain dead on a hospital bed,” he said.

“Yeah, fortunately the memories of the crash aren’t in me,” she said, “I only have everything leading up to before she got in the car,”

“So, do you feel like Sabrina, or do you feel like a copy?” he asked carefully.

“A little of both,” she said, trying to come up with a better answer, “It’s like I’m a blank person who was given someone else’s memories and personality and now gets to live that person’s life,” she said.

“I think I understand,” Greg said.

“Well, I’m sure we’ll both get used to this strange situation as time goes on,” she smiled.

“Yeah, I’m sure we will,” he agreed.

“So, what do you think of me?” she asked, turning around to give him a full look at her body.

“You look exactly like Sabrina, and you even talk, and act, like her,” he said.

“Thanks,” she smiled, “I think it took my stepdad’s company years to come up with the way my A.I. works,” she said.

“I’ll bet,” he smiled.

“So,” she said delicately, “How have you been holding up these past few weeks?”

“I’ve been fine,” he said, “Obviously I’d be in a much worse state if I hadn’t known you were being built,”

“I see,” she said a little awkwardly, “Do you think we can sit down now, my legs are getting a little tired,” she said, trying to change the subject.

“Oh, of course,” he said, and they walked over to the common room and sat down in opposing chairs, pulling a table over to place the tablet on.

“This is much better,” she said, settling in.

“Yeah, I guess this is the first time you’ve ever sat down,” he said.

“Well, robot me,” she laughed.

“Yeah, I wasn’t even sure you could get tired,” he said.

“Well, I do have synthetic muscles, and they are susceptible to just as much stress as real muscles,” she said, “In essence, I can get tired,”

“Oh, sounds smart,” he said.

“Yeah, but I can ignore it if I want,” she said.

“I would hope so,” he said, “So, how much can you remember about the last day of Sabrina’s life?” he asked.

“Let’s see,” she said, putting on a thinking expression, “umm…umm…umm,” she said, starting to repeat herself.

“Sabrina, are you alright?” he asked, watching her continue to repeat herself.

“Umm…umm…umm,” was all she said.

“Hmmm, looks like your first malfunction,” he said, picking up the tablet to see what was wrong.

It didn’t take long to see what the problem was. Apparently she was having a small problem accessing her memories, but her self-correction program was currently attempting to resolve the issue. The progress bar was at 25%, with a few minutes to go.

“Well, as long as I’m waiting, I may as well get a closer look at you,” he said, and he put the tablet down, got up, and leaned in towards her face, which was repeating the word ‘umm’ with the same inflection and expression each time.

As much as he wanted this android to be exactly like Sabrina, he was glad to see this small breaking of the façade. He was sure that if he were the one to become an android and she were still alive, she would be just as interested, since they both had a robo-fetish. The blank look in her hazel colored eyes was turning him on.

After he was finished looking at her blank expression, he sat back down and looked at the tablet, which now showed 90% and only a few seconds left.

A few seconds later, it showed the issue was resolved and that the A.I. would be resuming.

“umm…umm…well, I just remember working a full 8-hours and then heading to my car,” she finally finished, “Wow, that felt weird,” she said.

“You mean your malfunction?” he asked.

“Yeah, it seems there was a minor issue with accessing Sabrina’s memories,” she said, “my self-correction program created a temporary fix, but try not to ask me to access any specific memories until after I sleep tonight so it can create a permanent fix,” she requested.

“Alright, but are you okay now?” he asked.

“Yes, I am a prototype after all, so I’m bound to have a few bugs in the first few days,” she said.

“I suppose so,” he said.

“So, is there anything that you want to do with me tonight?” she asked with a suggestive look.

“Yes, it looks like I can use this tablet to control you,” he said, “Would you mind?”

“Not at all,” she smiled, “Though I’ll have to go over some aspects of that with you tomorrow,” she added.

“Fair enough,” he smiled back.

Part 1.2: Playtime

Once he had the tablet activated again and the main screen unlocked, he asked, “So, what should I try out first?”

“Yes, why don’t you activate my visual readout,” she suggested, “I think you might find it interesting,” she smiled.

“Okay,” he said, and after looking through the tools tab, he tapped the one labelled ‘visual’. “Cool!” he said, once the visual system loaded on his screen.

The visual system showed everything that R. Sabrina’s eyes were seeing, which at the moment was him staring down at the screen in awe. Her visual feed looked as normal as his vision with no obvious enhancements in quality or clarity, though he could also see that she had a HUD that she could use to control her own systems and see her own basic status readouts; her current energy levels were at 99.8%. The only thing letting Greg know he was seeing from Sabrina’s point of view instead of some camera was her eyelashes barely visible at the top and bottom of the feed.

In addition to her diagnostic readouts, he also noticed a small box around his face with a line pointing to his name, with a basic readout of his stats; it appeared she was equipped with some sophisticated facial recognition.

“So, this HUD, and all the information in your line of vision, doesn’t bother you?” he asked.

“No, I think it’s actually kinda cool,” she said.

“I’ll say,” he smiled, “Hey, it looks like I can control what you look at,” he said, seeing a control for her eyes.

“Try it,” she said.

“Okay,” he said, and he tapped the eye icon and then saw the vision window split in two, each section showing the visual readout for one of her eyes. There was also a control in the middle to control the direction of both eyes simultaneously, which he chose to try out first.

“Wow, this is weird,” Sabrina said, since her eyes started moving without her control.

“I’ll bet,” Greg said, seeing her point of view change as he moved his finger across the directional circle on the tablet screen. He also found he could adjust the focus, and he saw the irises in each eye adjust accordingly. It appeared she could focus slightly better than a human could; her visual acuity was approximately 20/8.

“I’m going to move each eye separately now,” he said, and he moved his finger to her left eye control and watched as her right eye stayed where it was, but her left eye started moving.

“Wow, this is really weird,” she said, when he started moving the other eye too, it looked like her eyes were bouncing around.

“Yeah, the way your eyes are bouncing around make you look a little crazy,” he said.

“Greg, can you stop now?” she asked suddenly, “The constant movement is causing severe strain on my CPU,” she said.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, quickly returning control of her eyes to her.

“Thanks, and it’s okay,” she said, blinking her eyes a few times and smiling again.

“You’re not dizzy, are you?” he asked.

“I’m not sure I can get dizzy,” she admitted, “my CPU was just having trouble processing the different visual feeds from both eyes at the speed you were moving them,” she explained.

“Oh,” he said, “Sorry about that,”

“Don’t worry, my CPU is back to normal now…you would have needed to keep it up for several more minutes to have caused any serious problems,” she said.

“Oh, good,” he said, sounding relieved.

“Well, what do you want to do with me next?” she asked.

“Well, let’s see,” he said, and he perused through the tablet until he got to her full body screen. From there, he saw he could control any of her limbs, and he could also see where her panels were, as well as how to remove parts of her body.

“Interesting, it looks like I can remove your head,” he said.

“Yeah, each of my limbs can be removed as well,” she said.

“Well, would you mind if I removed your head?” he asked, “I’ve always fantasized about removing your head if you were an android,” he admitted with a blush.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” she blushed back, “Go ahead, I’m as eager to experience the features of this body as you are,” she smiled.

“Thanks,” he said, blushing a little as he got up, “You will be alright, right?” he asked.

“Yes, my A.I. and memory storage is in my head, and my head has its own power source which can last a few hours without being connected to the rest of my body,” she assured him.

“Okay, will you still be able to control your body wirelessly?” he asked.

“Unfortunately not,” she said, “It is possible, but it would require a tremendous amount of processing power to handle the coordination, which they cannot currently fit in my body,” she said.

“I see, well here goes then,” he smiled, and with a nod from her, he walked up behind her and parted the hair at the back of her neck, revealing a small freckle which he pressed.

“Cranial unit disengaging,” Sabrina said in a clipped tone, clearly reciting a computerized message.

Once she said the message, a seam appeared around her neck below the freckle, and there was a slight hiss of air as a whirring noise came from within her neck.

When the noises stopped, he carefully lifted her head above her neck and looked down at the mechanical opening where her head used to be connected. He could clearly make out the tubes that air, and food and liquids made their way from her throat down to the rest of her body.

He could also see the data ports where her head connected, as well as a few support frames that shaped her neck. He was also able to see down to her lap where her hands were resting calmly on her lap; He also noted how heavy her head was.

“You still with me?” he asked, once he processed everything there was to see of her open neck.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she said in a digitized version of her voice, “This is cool!” she said.

“Good,” he said, turning her head around to face him as he carefully walked back to his chair. Once he was seated, he gently rested her head on his lap.

“Wow, this is a fascinating experience,” she said, smiling up at him.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Oddly relaxing,” she admitted, “I’m not expending any processing power controlling the rest of my body, or breathing, or regulating my power systems,” she explained.

“And it sounds like your voice is coming from a speaker,” he said.

“Yes, it is, because I don’t have access to my lungs,” she explained.

“But your lips are still moving,” he said.

“That’s because I’m programmed to lip synch to maintain the façade,” she explained, “though I can suspend that function if you like,” she offered with a wink.

“Can you?” he asked, “Just for a while at least,”

“Sure,” she said, though she said it without moving her mouth at all.

“Wow, this is turning me on and creeping me out at the same time,” he said, feeling an odd feeling in his guts, and his member growing harder.

“Same here,” she said, once again not moving her mouth.

“I’m curious, since you’re talking with a speaker, are you able to speak with anyone else’s voice?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted.

“Why don’t you try talking with my voice,” he suggested, “You’ve certainly heard it enough to have it memorized,” he said.

“Okay, I’ll try,” she said, and a few seconds later, she said, “How does this sound?” Unfortunately, it was still in her own voice.

“Like you,” he said.

“Oh well,” she said, sounding disappointed, “I’m sure it’s possible for me to speak with someone else’s voice, I’ll have to ask my dad about that,” she said, “So, how long do you want me to talk like this?” she asked.

“For a little while longer,” he said, “I want to play around with your face, and look around in your mouth, and it would be difficult if your face is moving,” he told her.

“Oh, good idea then,” she said, winking at him instead of smiling.

“I thought so,” he winked back.

“Well, my face is yours to play with for the moment,” she said, “It’ll help reduce my CPU load a little bit too,” she said.

“Win-win,” he smiled, and then he put his hands on her face and started manipulating it. Making her smile, frown, and put on a stoic expression.

“Your hands feel nice,” she said, as he was moving her face around. Despite her not moving her face, he could see her cheeks blushing.

“Thanks, your skin feels so real,” he said, blushing as well.

“Yeah, they synthesize it from skin samples from the original Sabrina’s body,” she said, “I think it took them several decades to develop the technology to make my skin,”

“Well, they did an excellent job,” he said, opening her eyes more and then picking her head up and bringing it to his face so he could get a closer look at her eyes.

“Wow, extreme close-up,” she said, since his eyes were mere inches from hers.

“Yeah, I want to see how real your eyes are,” he said, looking closely at both hazel eyes. He was amazed at how real they looked. He could see the irises change to the lighting, and he could also see the veins in her eyes.

“They are pretty real, the most advanced biomechanics ever developed,” she said, “Your eyes look pretty nice too,” she said, her eyes focusing on his.

“Thanks,” he said, “Is it safe to touch your eyes?” he asked.

“Not while they’re still attached,” she said, “It might damage them while they’re still active,”

“Oh well, thought I’d ask,” he said, “does your face come off?” he asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she laughed, though the laughter sounded weird without her mouth moving.

“Just making sure, I was hoping you would say no,” he said.

“Yeah, my face is too intricately attached to be removable,” she said.

“Thought so,” he said, “I’m going to look around in your mouth now,”

“Go ahead,” she said, “I evacuated all the moisture from my tongue so your fingers don’t get wet,” she added.

“Very thoughtful,” he said, and he grabbed her chin and carefully pried open her mouth.

“Yeah, my mouth is also capable of cleaning itself while I sleep, so no more brushing,” she said, as he looked inside her open mouth.

“Cool, that’ll save you a few minutes a day,” he said, looking closely at her small teeth and then feeling her realistic, yet dry, tongue; her mouth was very clean.

“Yeah,” she said.

“Well, I’m done with your face, so you can lip-synch again,” he said, closing her mouth and pulling his hands away.

“Thanks,” she said, once again moving her mouth and the rest of her face and smiling up at him.

“So, is there anything else I can do with your head?” he asked, looking over at her headless body which was still just sitting there.

“Yes, you can open my head to see my brain,” she said.

“Is it safe?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, “In the next few weeks, Dad will probably be sending you some processor upgrades for me as he analyzes the data I send him,” she said, “So you will definitely need to know how to access my brain,”

“If he has upgrades available, why didn’t he just install the more powerful ones already?” he asked.

“Because he needs to calibrate them with my systems as they continue to develop, otherwise I might experience an overload or some other malfunction,” she explained.

“Oh, that makes sense,” he said, “If I’m reading this correctly, I have to remove your scalp to access your brain, right?” he asked, looking up the schematics for her head on the tablet.

“Yep,” she smiled.

“Alright, here goes then,” he said, and he picked her head up, turned it around and pressed a small discolored area at the base of her hairline. Once he did, he felt a click and heard a hiss as a seam appeared above the spot he pressed.

“Scalp panel manual release” she said in a clipped tone.

“Wow, this is cool,” Greg said as he lifted the panel containing her long, thick hair above her head and looked at the awesome technology inside her head cavity.

“Please don’t mess up my hair,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” he said, and he carefully placed her scalp down next to him, being careful to keep the hair from tangling. Once he had it set, he looked back into her open head.

The panel removed her entire scalp from the back of her head to the tops of her ears and the top of her forehead. In the front portion he could see the backend of what made her face work, including the mechanisms controlling her eyes, which from the back end looked like cameras with organic material at the end. He could also see a bunch of tiny fiber optics connecting to what looked like synthetic muscles, and the area where her mouth was.

Near the back, with fiber optics going in and out of it, was a complex array of processors and circuits. Each of the processors, which were the size of a penny, were connected to a strange looking device in the middle. It was semi-transparent, made out of some kind of metallic-plastic alloy and had what appeared to be a bluish, organic compound in it.

“Sabrina, what’s this device attached to all the processors?” he asked, getting a closer look.

“That’s me,” she said, “My brain, which houses my A.I., memories, and personality,” she said.

“Wow!” he said, “But what’s with the blue liquid stuff inside?” he asked.

“That is the latest in organic computing,” she replied, “Organic computing shatters all the limits that circuit boards have,” she explained, “Otherwise my consciousness would have to be contained in a computer the size of the couch,” she said.

“Cool,” he said, “I didn’t know it would be that small,” he said, gently touching it and feeling the warmth it was giving off.

“Yeah, in older models there was a lot of wasted space with maintenance monitors, so they had to put the brain in the torso,” she explained, “With me, they outsourced everything to the tablet and installed a wireless link to it, which is considerably smaller and freed up a lot of space,”

“Still, if this organic computer is supposed to mimic a human brain, I would have thought it would have been closer to the size of an actual brain,” he said.

“Well, they also outsourced several functions to other parts of my body,” she explained, “Basically, I have a decentralized brain,”

“I’m not quite sure what that means,” he said.

“Well, the brain you are seeing now houses my memories, and the dark object you might be able to see at the bottom is the mechanical portion with my A.I. and primary CPU,” she said, “And some of those sub processors surrounding my brain handle my head’s sensory information, such as visual, smell, taste, and sounds,” she said.

“Okay, but then what about the parts of your brain that are supposed to control movement and other stuff?” he asked.

“There’s a large array in my torso which processes all my primary motor functions, and my overall sense of touch,” she said, “It also handles all involuntary functions, such as digestion, power systems, and temperature controls, and it links up to smaller sub-processors in my arms, legs, hands, and feet which help with sensory and motor data,” she finished.

“Wow, strangely that all makes sense,” he said, “So, can your organic brain here be removed?”

“Yes, but let’s not do that now…I’m afraid it might cause an error since I haven’t been online for very long,” she said.

“Alright,” he said, “Is there anything else I can do in here?” he asked.

“If you are very careful, you can probably remove one of my eyes,” she suggested.

“Really?” he asked, “Let me see,” he said, and he looked closer into the cavity near the front section and saw the backend of both her eyes.

Upon closer inspection, he saw what looked like small release tabs at the end of each one. He decided on her left eye and pressed each release tab.

“Whoa, that was weird,” Sabrina said suddenly.

“How so?” he asked, carefully pulling on the component until it started sliding out. He was surprised how long it was, and the level of intricacy in the components. Finally, the entire optical array came out. He was somewhat shocked to see a realistic looking eyeball attached to the end, with all the coloring still in place.

“Well, I’ve only got one eye now,” she said in an obvious tone, “Please do be careful with it,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I will,” he assured her, getting a closer look at the awesome biomechanical eye in his hands, “I wonder why your dad’s company hasn’t made eyes like these for humans,”

“Probably because the human would need parts of their brains removed and replaced with mechanical components and they don’t feel comfortable doing that just yet,” she said.

“Oh, that makes sense,” he said, “Did you want to see what your optical array looks like?” he asked.

“Sure, though remember to hold it in front of my right eye,” she laughed.

“I know,” he laughed, and he carefully spun her head back around and showed her the optical array in his hands.

If he thought the eye in his hands was weird, seeing Sabrina missing an eye and being able to see all the way through the opening to where her brain was.

“Cool,” she said, “Now could I have it back now?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said, and he turned her head back around and carefully reinserted her eye, eliciting an audible sigh of relief from when her eye was back in place.

“Thanks,” she said, “There’s not much else you can do in there, so you should probably reattach my scalp now,”

“Alright,” he said, and he carefully reattached her scalp and placed her back in his lap with her head facing up at him.

“Here we are again,” she smiled.

“Yep,” he smiled back, “So, is there anything else you’d like me to do with you?” he asked.

“Let me think a moment,” she said, and after a few moments, she smiled and said, “Hey, why don’t you toss me onto the couch?”

“Are you crazy?” he asked, since from where he was standing, the couch was roughly six feet away, “Won’t that damage you if I happen to miss and you hit the floor?”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she said, using her eyebrows to mimic a shrug since she had no shoulders, “My skull is made of a titanium alloy and my brain is reinforced from shock damage,” she told him.

“Oh,” he said, “And what about your skin and musculature?” he asked.

“It’s only a few feet,” she assured him, “Go on, I’ll even record my visual feed for you to watch later,” she smiled.

“Alright,” he gave in, “I apologize in advance if I miss,” he told her, “You know how much I suck at throwing,” he warned.

“I know, but I have faith in you sweetie,” she smiled, knowing he hated that ‘f’ word.

“Oh, now you’ve done it!” he yelled in mock anger, and he faced her forwards in his hands, holding her below her chin and then he tossed her over the table and onto the couch.

As soon as she left his hands, he heard her go “Wheeeeee!” as her head arced through the air, and the moment she landed face first on the plush couch with a loud thump, he heard her laughing.

“Wow, I actually made it,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief as he walked over to the couch; he could still hear her laughing. “Sabrina, you okay?” he asked, carefully picking her head up so she was facing him.

Sabrina was still laughing, with a gleeful smile on her face. It was a few seconds before he realized something was wrong, because her laugh almost sounded looped and her face was frozen in the gleeful smile.

“Sabrina,” he said again, looking worried.

Sabrina just continued laughing the looped laugh, until suddenly her face went stoic and she said, “Error…shock to primary A.I. systems…catastrophic damage detected…shutting doooowwwwn,” she said, the last bit ending in a slow drone.

“Damn it,” Greg said, staring into Sabrina’s lifeless eyes, “You’re still a prototype, why’d you make me throw you?” he asked, starting to wonder what to do. He brought her face a little closer so he could tenderly kiss her lips, when suddenly…

“BOOO!!” she screamed, her face suddenly coming to life.

“AHH!” he yelled out, the sudden adrenaline rush causing him to drop Sabrina’s head straight down onto the floor.

“Ouch!” she said, once hit the floor.

“Damn Sabrina, you scared the shit out of me…again,” he said, catching his breath as he looked down at her head, which had landed on its cheek just in front of his bare left foot, “Don’t think I feel sorry for you about the pain of hitting the floor,” he added.

“Totally worth it,” she laughed.

“Ugh,” he said in mock frustration, as it seemed Sabrina was getting revenge for all the times he scared her from the grave. He slowly bent down to his knees and looked at her, “So, you comfy there?” he asked.

“Yeah, I have a perfect view of your foot,” she said, and since her mouth was mere centimeters from his big toe, she reached out her tongue and tasted the tip of it.

“Hey!” he said, recoiling a little.

“Your toe tasted clean,” she said, “Did you shower before I arrived?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’d just worked a full shift,” he said, “Do you want me to pick you back up now?” he asked.

“Yes please,” she said.

Once he picked her back up, he walked back over to the chair and sat down with her again.

“So, what did you think of my awesome acting job?” she asked, giggling a little as she said it.

“Very good,” he said, “Despite the fact you could have been damaged by me dropping you,” he said.

“I told you I would be fine,” she said, “It only hurt a little bit,” she said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “so, do you want to be reunited with your body now?” he asked.

“Not quite,” she said, after thinking on that, “why don’t you test out the remote for my body instead?” she asked.

“Will it still work without your head attached?” he asked.

“Of course,” she assured him, “My body has two primary wireless links, one in my head and the other in the primary motor control system in my torso,” she said.

“Okay, so your body is still on?” he asked, looking over at her body again, which was still sitting passively with its hands resting on its lap.

“Yes, but without me, or a remote command, it can’t move,” she said.

“Oh, well let’s see if I can prop you up somewhere so you can watch,” he said, and after looking around, he placed her head on the nearby couch and supported it with a few pillows, “Comfy?” he asked.

“Yes, thanks,” she smiled, looking as though her head was coming out of the couch.

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled back, and he picked up the tablet and opened the remote function, which brought up an image of her body, minus the head.

After familiarizing himself with the way the remote function worked, he tapped on one of the highlighted areas of the right arm and slowly lifted it up with his finger. As he did so, he saw her actual arm slowly rise from her lap, though more mechanically than organically.

“Cool,” he said, making it move some more as he got the hang of manipulating it. “How come it’s moving like that” he asked.

“Because the motor control processors aren’t fine-tuned enough to move my limbs in a perfectly human manner, but my A.I. processor assembly is,” she explained.

“Oh, okay,” he said, and he tapped on the other arm and began making both arms wave around.

Once he got more comfortable with the controls, he had her body lower its arms and then he manipulated the controls for her legs to have her body slowly rise from the chair to its feet. He got a little scared when he saw it wobble a little, but with no help from him, her body stabilized itself.

“What happened?” he asked, looking down at the tablet.

“My body does have some basic programming in it,” she said, “Enough so that it can keep itself from falling, even when my head is removed,” she explained.

“Well, that’s good,” he said, “Wouldn’t want it to fall,”

“Don’t worry, I doubt you could ever master the remote controls enough to make my body stand up perfectly,” she said, “Only my brain is smart enough to move it properly,”

“I’ll try not to take that as an insult,” he said, mockingly sounding hurt.

“It’s not,” she said, “Just an unfortunate truth,” she said smugly, “Don’t worry, you did an okay job,” she smiled.

“Thanks, now I’ll try walking it over to me,” he said, and he found there was a separate control for forward movement, so he merely toggled it up a little and watched as her body slowly took a step forward. After making it successfully walk one step forward, he increased the speed to a normal walk and then had it stop a few feet in front of him.

“Good job,” Sabrina said, giving him a toothy smile, “If I had hands, I’d be clapping,”

“Thanks,” he said wryly, and then he paused a moment to look at her headless body, which was standing passively a few feet in front of him, “Would you mind if I undressed your body?” he asked.

“Yes I would,” she said, “I want to do it myself later,” she said, “You can grope it if you like,” she conceded.

“Fair enough,” he said, and he put the tablet down on the table and stood up in front of her body.

He stared at it for a few seconds, getting over the weirdness of her head not being there and it not breathing, before reaching out to its chest and putting both hands on her sizeable breasts. Even through the shirt, he could still tell how real they felt and he couldn’t help but smile as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Well, how do they feel?” she asked.

“Perfect,” he said, giving her a boyish smile.

By the look on her face, he knew if she was still attached to her body, she would be shaking her head the way all women do when a man is acting like a man. She finally gave a digital sigh before saying, “I suppose that’s good, is there anything else you want to do with my head? I’ve only got about an hour and a half of power left,”

“Alright,” he said, and he sat down next to her on the couch and picked up her head, “Let me take a look at something real quick,” he told her, and he flipped her head upside down so he could look at the mechanical part.

“Why didn’t you look at that before?” she asked, not concerned that she was upside down.

“Well, I’d already seen the part on your body, so I didn’t think it would be any different,” he told her, “But now…,” he left off, seeing matching connections to the ones on her body, “Sabrina, I can see the tubes that air and food stuffs are sealed on both your body and your head,”

“Yeah, it’s to prevent contaminants from entering the tube,” she explained.

“I figured as much,” he said, “Is it possible for you to unseal it?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, “Though I can only manually unseal the one on my head, there should be a manual release near the tube connection on my body,” she said, “Why?” she asked.

“It’s about the only thing I haven’t seen yet,” he said.

“Oh, alright,” she said, and a few moments later he saw the tube unseal itself with a whirring sound.

“Thanks,” he said, taking a closer look.

“Don’t mention it,” she said, “Just be gentle in there,”

“I will,” he promised.

He noticed that the inside of the throat tube looked just as he might expect the inside of a human throat to look like. After looking inside it for a few seconds, he suddenly got an idea, “Sabrina, are your vocal chords in your head, or in the body?”

“They are a few inches above that opening on my head,” she answered, “What do you have in mind?”

“I’m wondering if I were to blow into this tube here, could you vocalize?” he asked.

“I can try,” she said, smiling at his idea.

“Alright,” he said, and he brought her head up to his face so the tube was at his mouth, then he covered his mouth over it and blew in.

The first time he blew in, the air merely passed all the way through her open mouth. She apologized and said she wasn’t quite ready, so he tried again. This time, he heard her make a moaning sound.

“Sorry, I’m afraid that’s the best sound I can make with you blowing into my throat,” she said, resealing her tube.

“At least you could make a sound,” he said, “I wonder what would happen if I blew into your body’s throat,” he said then, placing Sabrina’s head back down where it was before and standing back up next to her body.

“Try it,” she said.

“Hmm, let’s see,” he said, looking over the mechanical portion of her neck at the sealed tube. It only took him a moment to locate the manual release, which he immediately pressed, unsealing the tube.

“Remember to reseal it before you reattach me,” she said.

“Okay,” he said, and he carefully placed his mouth over the open tube and blew in. As soon as he did, he saw her chest rise up as her lungs were suddenly filled with the air he blew in. Once his mouth left the tube though, the air he blew in was forced back out.

“Cool,” Sabrina said, as she watched him blow air into her body several more times before resealing the tube and walking back over to her.

“Yeah,” he said, “I think I’ve finished having fun with you being headless…or I should say bodiless” he said.

“Yeah,” she agreed, “Well, we’ll have the rest of our lives to play around with my features,” she smiled, “Why don’t you reattach me now,” she said.

“Okay,” he said, and he gently picked her up, before carrying her over to her body, “So, is there anything special I need to do to reattach you?” he asked.

“Nope,” she said, “Just put my head back on my neck and my body will take it from there,” she said, looking into his eyes.

“Easy enough,” he said, and he stood in front of her body and slowly brought her head over her neck.

When it made contact, he both heard and felt a click and then her face sort of zoned out while he heard the whirring sound, most likely the head components linking up with the body components. Once the whirring stopped, the seam quickly sealed back up, and then her body gave a slight start.

“Wow, that felt good,” she said, taking a deep breath and rubbing her neck with her hands and then stretching her arms and legs out.

“How’d it feel?” he asked, stepping back and watching her.

“Kind of like a sugar rush,” she tried to explain, “Every part of my body was suddenly rushed with energy when my head was reattached.

“I see,” he said, and before he could say anything else, he heard what sounded like a growl, “What was that?” he asked.

“I think that was my tummy,” she said, looking down at her body and smiling back up at him.

“Hmmm, I didn’t know your stomach could growl,” he said.

“Well, my stomach didn’t actually growl,” she explained, “It was actually a speaker in my torso,” she admitted, “They wanted me to sound realistic too,” she said.

“That makes sense I suppose,” he said, “Can I see if I can hear anything from your torso?”

“Sure,” she said, “But I am pretty well insulated, and they did think of just about everything,” she warned.

“Still, I want to see for myself,” he said, and he leaned down at held his left ear against her bosom and her abdomen to see if he could hear anything mechanical coming from her; he couldn’t. All he heard was what he would have expected from a breathing human woman, he even heard the stomach growl again and could not tell it was coming from a speaker.

“Do you feel hungry right now?” he asked, standing back up.

“Yes, actually,” she said, “after all, I haven’t eaten anything yet,” she said.

“I see,” he said, “I completely forgot about planning for dinner,” he said, sounding worried.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “I thought you might have, so I called and ordered pizza,” she smiled.

“What?..How?...When?” he asked.

“While I was on the couch,” she said, “I have a phone in my brain that I can use to call out,” she explained.

“But I didn’t hear you talk or anything,” he said.

“I’m a computer now sweetie,” she smiled, “I can multitask,” she added.

“Oh,” he said, “That makes sense,”

“So, the pizza should be here any minute,” she said, “But there’s one thing I want to do before we eat,” she said with a smile.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“This,” she said, and she walked forwards, put her hands on both sides of his face and gave him a nice kiss that instantly erased any feelings he had against this robot that was now living Sabrina’s life.

Right on time, just as they broke apart, the doorbell rang.

“Well, time to eat,” she smiled, and she quickly ran to the door and took the pizza from the delivery man, while Greg, in a dazed state, walked into the kitchen to set the table.

Part 1.3: Exploration

After they ate as much pizza as they could, they put the leftovers in the fridge, washed up, and then returned to the living room to continue where they had left off.

“Thanks for the pizza Sabrina,” Greg said, sitting back down in his chair and picking up the tablet.

“No problem,” she smiled, sitting back down across from him, though sliding her chair a little closer, “It’s the least I could do for the last few weeks,”

“I’m curious,” he said, “What’s your brain’s phone number?” he asked.

“The same number as my cell,” she laughed, “Dad basically cloned my phone into my A.I., so I can still use the actual phone too,” she said.

“That’s cool,” he said, and then he swiped through a bunch of screens on the tablet.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked.

“I’m trying to find the screen for your digestive system,” he said, “I’m curious what kind of data this thing gathers from it,” he said.

“Oh, I’m not sure it will be very interesting,” she said.

“Ah, here it is,” he said finally, bringing the screen up. He was kind of let down by how boring it was though. All it showed was how full her stomach was, and the amount of energy being generated by the five slices of pizza and the soda she had consumed.

“Yeah, I figured it would be boring,” Sabrina said, seeing the look in his face as he brought the tablet back to the home screen.

“Well, I think we’ve spent a good amount of time doing what I want to do,” he said, putting the tablet back down, “What do you want to do?”

“Well, that’s sweet,” she said, putting her hand on her heart.

“Thanks,” he said, blushing.

“Well, I said I would undress for you later, and now it is later, so…,” she said, and she scooted her chair even closer to his and then bent down to remove her shoes, “I thought I’d start with my feet, since you’ve obviously shown considerable restraint the past hour,” she smiled, and once her shoes were off, she stretched her legs out and rested her feet on his lap.

“Thanks,” he said, and he looked down at her large size 10 feet, deciding which one to start with. In the split second of indecision, she wiggled her toes, which made him grow hard.

“Better pick before they go away,” she teased, wiggling her toes some more and pretending to pull them back.

“Oh no you don’t!” he yelled, and he grabbed both her feet and began tickling them.

“Hey stop it!” she squealed, squirming in her chair and giggling uncontrollably.

“Nope, you know I hate being teased,” he laughed, and he amplified the tickling, causing her to squirm even harder.

It was a few seconds before he realized something was wrong. She was squirming and giggling, but her eyes seemed zoned out.

“Sabrina, you okay?” he asked, letting go of her feet and wondering if she was faking it again.

She squirmed a few seconds longer before stopping, tilting her head and saying “Error, sensory overload…Rebooting to correct error,” and her head slumped down.

“Great,” he said, sighing a little as he waited for her to come back online. Fortunately, he only had to wait a few seconds before she came back to life.

“Wow, sorry about that,” she apologized, slumping her shoulders a bit.

“It’s alright,” he said, “You are a prototype after all,” he smiled, “I’m sure soon these malfunctions will be past us,” he said.

“I hope so,” she said, “So, you still didn’t pick a foot,” she smiled, looking back down at her feet on his lap and wiggling her toes.

“You won’t malfunction again, will you?” he asked, looking at them with trepidation.

“Just don’t tickle me until tomorrow,” she warned, “I won’t tease this time,” she smiled.

“Alright,” he laughed, and he grabbed her right foot.

Ever since he met her, he was always concerned about the shoes she wore because they always seemed to leave a red mark on her big toes, but she always assured him that it was because she had very pale skin. He was pleased to see that the red mark was still there.

“Yeah, it’s still there,” she smiled, almost seeming to read his mind.

“Yeah,” he said, and he looked back down at her large foot and began rubbing it, eliciting a giggle from Sabrina.

“I’m curious,” he said, gently feeling the bottom of her foot, “When I removed your head and scalp, you said manual release,” he said, now feeling her toenails, which were painted red like her fingernails, “Are you able to remove your limbs by will, or can they only be removed manually?”

“Yes, I am…though doing that for my head would be a bad idea,” she said.

“Well, could you do it for your foot then please?” he asked.

“Sure thing,” she said, and she zoned out for a second, and then a seam appeared above her ankle, “There, you can remove it now,” she smiled.

“Thanks,” he said, and he pulled her foot free of her leg and held it in his hands, remarking how heavy it felt.

“Don’t mention it,” she said, watching him get used to the weight of her foot in his hands and pressing the bottom to his face, breathing in the realistic scent of her foot.

“I wonder why they made you smell so real fresh out of the box,” he said, tasting the saltiness of her big toe.

“I smelled sweaty before I was activated?” she asked, looking genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” he said, “Maybe they wanted to reinforce the fantasy of you coming home from work, like… like Sabrina didn’t get too,” he said, choking up a little.

“Awww sweetie,” she said, leaning forward and putting her hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” he said, wiping the moisture from his eyes and hugging her, accidentally dropping her foot to the ground.

“Don’t worry about my foot, it should be okay,” she whispered into his ear, hugging him a little longer before letting him go. While it had momentarily caused him to choke up, he now found her familiar scent calmed him down a great deal.

“Thanks,” he said, picking her foot back up and brushing the light carpet debris off it, “I needed that,”

“I could tell,” she said, “I’m more than just a pretty face,” she smiled.

“Yeah,” he said, “Here, I’m done with your foot,” he said, and he grabbed the stump of her right leg and clicked her foot back on.

“Thanks,” she said, wiggling the toes at him, “Want the other one?” she asked.

“No, plenty of time for that,” he said, “Why don’t you continue stripping,” he suggested.

“Alright,” she smiled, and she stood up and sexily slipped her polo over her head and flung it behind her. Her large breasts bounced a little, though they were still confined by her light purple bra. “Well,” she smiled, putting her hands over her bra and groping herself.

“Nice,” he nodded approvingly, trying very hard to control his breathing and heart rate.

“Well, if that didn’t turn you on, maybe this will,” she smiled, and unbuttoned her pants and slid them past her wide hips, letting them fall to her feet, where she kicked them away. Then, she put her hands on her hips and gyrated a little, flaunting her matching pair of panties.

This time, he couldn’t hide his heavy breathing. He couldn’t help but admire her large body. She was by no means fat, she was just perfectly proportioned for her larger than average size. “Very nice,” he smiled.

“Hmmm,” she smiled, sizing him up, “Do you want to take a break, or can your body handle seeing more?” she laughed.

Taking a big breath, he said, “I think I can handle it,”

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she smiled, and she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall off her large breasts to the floor, her breasts bouncing a bit upon being released from their confinement. When she lowered her arms, she put her hands over her breasts and squeezed them a few times with her large hands.

“Wow, I can’t believe how realistic you are,” he said, breathing more heavily; he felt his face growing hotter and hotter.

“I know,” she smiled, letting go of her breasts and watching them jiggle to a stop.

“Well, I was able to handle the breasts, so why don’t you finish up now?” he asked, eager to see the last bit.

“Alright,” she smiled, and she brought her hands down to her panties and slowly pulled both sides away from her skin, and then brought it down past her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Instead of kicking them away though, she bent down, picked them up and then causally tossed them onto his lap.

“Thanks,” he said, picking them up and taking a whiff before throwing them on the ground. He was surprised at how real the scent was, sweat mixed with a little something else.

“Don’t mention it,” she smiled, “Now, what do you think?” she said, and she slowly rotated whilst gyrating her hips.

“You look perfect,” he said, admitting her pale skin and large body type, “Absolutely indistinguishable from the original Sabrina,” he complimented.

“Well, that’s good to hear,” she said, mockingly sounding relieved and after a few seconds of feeling her own body, she asked, “Want to feel me?”

He eyed her body up and down suggestively a few times, eliciting a giggle from her, before saying, “Sure,”

“You’re such a boy,” she laughed.

“Well, that’s why you love me, right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she conceded, “Well, you gonna feel me or not?”

“Of course I am,” he said, and he quickly rose to his feet and stood in front of her. Deciding what to do first, his eyes were immediately drawn to her large breasts.

Seeing where his eyes were looking and the small amount of hesitation in them, she said, “Greg for this time, consider my whole body yours to play with,”

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes, you may feel any part of my body, inside or out,” she said with a determined look, “I need you to know how realistic I am if we are to revive this relationship,”

“Alright,” he said, feeling more confident, “Thanks,” he smiled.

“Don’t mention it,” she said, “Remember, I’m enjoying this just as much as you are,”

“I’ll try,” he said, and then he reached out and cupped both her breasts.

Although he had groped her before, she was still wearing her bra and shirt. Now, he could feel the warmth of her skin, the reactions his touches caused to her pale skin, and the texture of her breasts.

When he squeezed them lightly and gently rubbed her nipples, she let out a content sigh and said, “Ooh, that feels nice,”

“Glad to see I haven’t lost my touch,” he said, and he continued playing with her nipples, feeling them get harder.

“Me too,” she said, her cheeks getting a little red as she let out a few pleasurable moans.

After he had his fun with her breasts, he let them go, admiring their bounce before focusing on the moisture that had formed in between them, and above them as well. “I take it you sweat for the same reasons a human does,” he said, brushing his finger through it.

“Yeah, I need to cool myself down too,” she said, “And it makes me look and smell more realistic too,”

“I thought so,” he said, wiping it off on his shirt and then letting both hands feel the side of her torso, including her ribs, “Wow, you even seem to have a rib cage,” he said.

“Yeah, I do have the same basic skeletal structure as a human,” she said, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to look like a human,”

“That makes sense,” he said, now rubbing her smooth abdomen, causing her to giggle a little and her muscles to contract.

“It does,” she agreed, “The only difference is that I don’t have a bunch of large organs taking up space in my body,” she said.

“Do you have a panel I can open to see inside you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, “But I’ll show you in a little bit, there’s other things I need to show you first,”

“Okay,” he said, and he continued his exploration of her body, admiring her pale arms, “Could you lift your arms up for me?” he asked.

“Like this?” she asked, and she sexily lifted both arms above her head as though she were stretching.

“Yes,” he smiled, and he focused on her smooth armpits. He was surprised to feel the tips of armpit hairs still trying to grow out, “Do your armpit hairs actually grow?” he asked.

“Yeah, all my hair does,” she said, “So I do still have to shave to keep this nice body looking nice,” she smiled.

“Well, speaking of hair,” he said, looking down at her vagina, “I’m going to have to sit down for this one, would you mind moving closer?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, and she stepped a little closer to him as he sat down, “is this close enough?” she asked.

“Yes, thanks,” he smiled, giving her a thumbs up before looking at her vagina in front of him.

Just as with the original Sabrina, her pussy was neatly groomed, with the hair kept very short; her vagina looked just as real as well. Remembering her words, he let his fingers trace the edge of her lips and then he carefully inserted them inside, causing her to moan in both surprise and pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” she said, sensing his hesitation at her slight outburst.

“Alright,” he said, and he continued plunging his fingers in deeper, admiring the warmth and realism inside, as well as the wetness that was occurring due to her increasing sexual arousal, “Sabrina, do you think with this new android body and all that you are technically a virgin again?” he asked after pulling his fingers out, since he had had sex with the original Sabrina on numerous occasions.

“Huh, interesting question,” she asked, recovering from her arousal, “I suppose I am…technically,” she said, giving him a kinky smile.

“We’ll have to correct that later,” he said, smelling the residue on his fingers and then wiping them off on the couch, “Now why don’t you turn around so I can examine the other end,” he said.

“Sure,” she said, and she slowly turned around until her butt was facing him.

“Wow, I’m not sure I’ve ever told you this Sabrina, but you have a nice ass,” he said, looking at her pert butt.

“You have, but thanks anyway,” she smiled over her shoulder.

“Could you bend over real quick?” he asked.

“Alright,” she said, and she slowly bent over, putting her hands on the nearby table to support herself.

“Thanks,” he said, and he grabbed both cheeks and spread them. Even though her dad told him she excreted the food she eats, he was still surprised nonetheless to see a realistic butthole. “I find it hard to believe that you still have to poop,” he said, feeling the opening with his finger.

“Well, the stuff I eat has to come out somewhere,” she said, “Though, my body is able to use a little bit more of what I eat, so my poop will be a little different,” she explained.

“I’ll have to take your word for it,” he said, not interested enough in her new nature to find out the differences in that regard. Still, seeing that she was fresh out of the box and she had only eaten less than an hour ago, he decided to plunge his finger up the hole.

“Whoa!” she yelled, squirming a little.

“Did that hurt?” he asked, quickly taking his finger back out.

“No, it’s just I’ve never felt anything go in there before,” she said, blushing a little as she turned back around to face him.

“Oh,” he said, “Well, you seem to be remarkably clean in there,” he said, “not smelling anything from his finger,”

“For now,” she said, “though just like with my mouth, I have special bacteria in me that cleans out all my orifices while I sleep,” she said.

“I wish I had that,” he said.

“Well, are you finished feeling me?” she asked.

“For now,” he said.

“Good, then I want to show you my panel now,” she said, standing back up, “I’ll have to lie down for this, so follow me,” she said, walking into their bedroom.

“Okay,” he said, and he followed her in.

Once they were both in the room, she jumped onto the bed and laid down on her back on her side of the bed.

“Do I have to press in anywhere?” he asked, looking at her perfectly normal looking torso and not seeing any seams or marks.

“No,” she said, “For safety reasons this panel can only be opened via my control tablet, or by me,” she said.

“Okay, should I get the tablet?” he asked.

“No, I’m going to open it myself,” she said, and before he could say anything else, she zoned out and then he saw seams appear on her torso. Two horizontal seams appeared, one just above her breasts going from pectoral to pectoral, and one just above her waist. Connecting the two was a straight vertical seam going straight down between her breasts.

“Wow, that’s cool,” he said, “And a little freaky,” he added, thinking of the autopsy segments on their favorite crime shows on TV.

“I know,” she agreed, thinking the same things he was, “Still, this panel gives you direct access to the majority of my primary systems,” she said.

“Does it pop open itself?” he asked, waiting for it to open.

“No, you have to lift up each side,” she said, “They sort of flap off to the side,”

“Huh, okay,” he said, and he took another look at her chest with the seams and grabbed hold of the only thing he could see for leverage, her breasts.

“Wow, I can’t feel them anymore,” she said when he grabbed them.

“Interesting,” he said, and taking a deep breath, he cupped both of them in his palms and then dug his fingertips in between them and into the seam. Feeling the underside of each flap, he tightened his grip and then pulled both of them apart.

Each side pulled apart from the center fairly easily, and flapped over her sides to rest on her arms, which were resting on her side. The skin flaps were nearly an inch thick, with the musculature, and insulation all built in; there was no blood or fluids. The area directly beneath her breasts had what appeared to be fluid storage units, and her rib cage.

He was more awestruck by what was hidden underneath the flaps. He could see virtually every component that made her body work. There was an actual pump near where the human heart was supposed to be, and it was actually pumping some sort of reddish fluid to various locations in her body. There were also twin balloon-like devices on either side that were filling up with air whenever she took a breath, and shrinking when she exhaled.

There was a clear bag next to her “heart” filled with what looked like a combination of the Coke and pizza that she had eaten earlier, and there were tubes running from it to a large device connected to her spine and all her other systems, and down to her waist. One of the other things her stomach was attached to was what looked like a complex filter that acted like a liver, and a few more filters that acted as kidneys.

He could also see near the bottom what looked like the her vagina, though it looked like a bag with tons of tiny fiber optics connected to it, as well as tubes of fluids.

Aside from the obvious organ equivalents he could make out in her open torso, he was also able to make out what she had mentioned earlier as her body’s primary motor control center, which had thousands of tiny wires coming out of it and connecting to multiple locations around her body. He also saw the tiny wireless control hub that the tablet connected to.

“Well, that do you think?” she asked finally, when she figured he’d had his fill of her innards; her balloons contracted some more as she spoke.

“You’re amazing!” he said, trying to process everything he was seeing.

“If I were a human, most of the space in there would have been taken up by intestines and other icky stuff,” she said, “As it so happens, science has allowed for the creation of much more efficient and compact mechanical organs,”

“I can see that,” he said, “And you can’t feel anything in there?,” he asked, touching her stomach bag.

“Nope,” she said, “Basically, there are little sensors attached to each component, and my A.I. interprets any bad signal, such as excess acid in my stomach, as heart burn and actually simulates all of the symptoms,”

“Wow, they really thought of everything,” he said, “What’s your heart pumping, by the way?” he asked, looking back at her still pumping heart.

“A very complex solution that runs through my entire body,” she said, “It acts as a coolant, lubricant, and as blood,” she said, “So if I were to get cut, I would actually bleed that stuff out, but it has little nanorobots in it help to repair my skin and muscles,” she said.

“Wow,” was all he could say, “Is it safe to touch everything in here?” he asked.

“Yes, but just be careful not to sever any of the wires or tubes,” she warned, “liquids or sudden sparks in there could cause some serious issues,” she said.

“I’ll bet,” he said, “I promise I’ll be careful,” he assured her, and he carefully reached in and touched her heart, admiring the craftsmanship that must have gone into making it work so well.

Moving on from the heart, he gently felt each of the balloons, causing her to cough a little, and then he moved on to her power system. He noticed a few buttons and controls on her primary power center. “What does this control do on your power systems?” he asked.

“It functions as an on/off switch,” she said,” she explained, “You can deactivate me if you like,” she offered, “Just don’t keep me off for too long,” she added.

“Alright,” he said, and he found the button with the universal power symbol and pressed it.

“Manual shutdown,” she said in her clipped tone, and then her eyes serenely closed and all the systems in her open panel shut off.

He was surprised by the amount of noise they had been giving off, despite it being a very quiet humming noise. Her sudden deactivation instantly quieted them all and he found he missed it, so he quickly repressed her power button and watched as everything came back to life.

“Wow, that didn’t seem like much time?” she said, once her A.I. was back online.

“Yeah, it was only a few seconds,” he admitted, “It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be,” he said.

“Well, that’s alright,” she said, “It means you think of me more as your girlfriend and less as a machine,” she said.

“I suppose you’re right,” he said.

“Well, want to close my panel now?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said, and he grabbed both flaps and lifted them back over her body, noticing this time the area where her breasts connected to the mechanical parts inside. Once he had them back over, he felt them sort of suck back in place and then she made the seam go away.

“Oh wow, that felt oddly good,” she said, sitting up and feeling her chest.

“I’ll have to take your word for it,” he said, sitting down on the bed next to her.

“So, seeing as you have me naked, why don’t you strip and take me out for a spin?” she asked with a kinky smile.

“You sure?” he asked, seeing as she had technically only been alive for a few hours.

“Yeah,” she said, “I’m a virgin again and I want to correct that little error,” she smiled.

“Very well then,” he said with mock resignation, and he quickly stripped of his clothes. When he had them all off, he stood in front of her with his member at full attention.

“Well, glad to see I have your full attention,” she smiled, “No why don’t join me so we can break my new body in,”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, and he jumped onto the bed with her, where they enjoyed several rounds of sex.

When they finished, they laid back together, holding each other in their arms, and caught their breath.

“You were awesome,” Sabrina finally said, kissing his cheek.

“Thanks,” he said, “You were too,” he told her, “I’m glad all that sex didn’t make you malfunction,” he added.

“So am I,” she said, “It’s funny that I malfunctioned after being tickled and trying to access memories, but not by being slammed into multiple times by your meat hammer,” she laughed.

“Yeah,” he smiled, “So what do you want to do now?” he asked.

“Well, it’s getting late,” she said, seeing the time on the bedside clock, “Why don’t we clean up and then watch some of our shows before going to bed?” she asked.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to try and get back into the routine so soon,” he said.

“Hey, I’ve got about three weeks of shows to catch up on,” she said, defending herself, “You didn’t already watch them, did you?” she asked.

“No,” he admitted, “I was too inconsolable after I heard about your accident,” he said, his eyes welling up, “And I didn’t think they would be as much fun without you watching them with me,” he finished, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” she said, giving him a hug; He enjoyed the feeling of her large breasts on his bare chest.

“Well, let’s go take a shower,” he said, changing the subject.

“Alright,” she said knowingly, and they both jumped off the bed and walked into the shower together.

After the shower, they decided to remain nude and walked out to the living room to watch TV. Greg had to move her box out of the way first, but he found he was actually starting to think of R. Sabrina as his actual girlfriend now. The memories and personality she had, along with the way that she perfectly acted like the original Sabrina, made it more and more difficult for him to think of her in any other way. If she hadn’t told him otherwise, he’d think it really was the actual Sabrina, just with a prosthetic body.

They spent a couple hours catching up on some of the shows they’d missed during her absence. After they finished the second crime show, Sabrina yawned and said, “Alright, “I’m ready to go to bed,”

“I didn’t know you could yawn,” he said, turning the TV off and setting the remote down.

“Yeah,” she said, “I do have programming to let me know when I’m tired,” she explained, “Though I am actually able to stay awake as long as I want, it’s just I won’t be able to fix the errors that pop up during the day or install updates for my A.I.,” she said, getting up from the couch.

“Oh, that makes sense,” he said getting up and walking into the bedroom with her.

“It does,” she agreed, “So, did you want to sleep in the nude tonight?” she asked.

Greg was a little caught off guard by the question, but he replied, “Sure, though I’ve never slept naked before,” he said.

“Neither have I,” she said, “Maybe it’ll be nice,” she smiled.

“Alright then, I guess we’re sleeping naked,” he said.

“Good,” she said, and she crawled into the bed and made herself comfortable, “Oooh, feels nice on my skin,” she said.

“Don’t you need to be plugged in or something?” he asked, pulling the covers up on his side of the bed and crawling in next to her.

“No,” she said, “I’m getting plenty of energy from the pizza and soda,” she smiled.

“Oh, that’s good,” he said, “Do you actually have a charge port?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, “Here, I’ll show you,” she said, and she sat up and then zoned out.

A small circular seam appeared between the ribs on her left side. She stuck her finger into the seam and pulled the section of skin out, with it still attached to her by a small wire. There was just a small port underneath.

“Simple,” he said, getting a closer look.

“That’s the point,” she said, putting the skin back in place and laying back down.

“So, we have a whole week to ourselves,” Greg said, “What do you want to do tomorrow?” he asked.

“Well, I still need to go over some of my functions with you,” she said, “And we’ll need to lay down some ground rules regarding me and my new body,”

“Alright,” he said, “So, are you actually going to be sleeping, or are you going to be in some sort of maintenance mode?” he asked.

“I’ll actually be sleeping,” she said, “I might even dream,” she smiled, “Though my A.I. does perform maintenance on all my systems while I sleep,” she added.

“Well, you’ll have to tell me about it in the morning,” he said, curious as to what kind of dreams a robot might have.

“Maybe I will,” she said, “Well, let’s go to sleep,” she said, shutting her bedside light off.

“Alright,” he said, shutting off his light, “Sabrina,” he said.

“What?” she asked.

“I love you,” he said, rolling over and facing her.

“I love you too Greg,” she said, leaning in and kissing him on the lips.

Greg just lay there watching Sabrina. She had rested her arm over him, which felt very nice on his bare back. After several minutes, he actually heard her breathing slow down and her lightly snore.

“Wow,” he whispered to himself, and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Part 1.4: Rules

The next morning, Greg woke up from what was probably the best night of sleep he’d had in a very long time. He had rolled onto his back, but R. Sabrina was still on her side with her arm resting on his bare chest. He smiled at the look on contentment on Sabrina’s sleeping face.

Still, as real as everything looked, he knew this was not the real Sabrina, it was a robot made in her image with her memories and personality. He was still slowly accepting this android as Sabrina, but he figured it would probably take the whole week the two of them had off for him to get completely used to her.

He looked at the clock and saw he had slept nearly nine hours. He was curious as to whether Sabrina was programmed to wake up at a certain time, or if she would only wake up if he called her.

“Sabrina,” he whispered.

“Hmmm,” she murmured in her sleep, a smile coming to her face.

“Sabrina, wake up,” he said again, a little louder.

“Oh, what time is it?” she asked, slowly waking up and smiling at him.

“Almost 9:30,” he told her, “Don’t you have a clock in your head?” he asked.

“Yes, but I can shut it off when I like,” she said, “And I did last night so I could sleep in,”

“I didn’t know you could sleep in,” he said.

“Yeah, I told you I am programmed to perfectly emulate a human being,” she smiled, “But I can also program myself to wake up at a certain time, or I can also wake up to certain sounds,” she explained.

“Cool,” Greg said, “So, did you have any interesting dreams?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she smiled, “I dreamt I was watching my own construction,” she said, “It was pretty interesting watching myself get built,”

“I would image so,” Greg smiled, “was it more vivid that the dreams the real Sabrina had?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, “Though the human brain doesn’t really store dreams, so there’s only a few Sabrina was actually able to remember,” she admitted, “Actually,” she started before zoning out, “It looks like it was actually a video dad installed in my memory,” she told him.

“Really?” Greg asked.

“Yes,” she said, “If you like, I can upload it to our media system later and we can watch it,” she said.

“Sure,” he said, “Do you have to plug in to it or can you connect remotely?” he asked.

“Both,” she said, “I can actually remote control the TV and satellite now,” she smiled.

“Cool,” Greg said, “But doesn’t having all of these robotic features make you less human?” he asked.

“Not really,” she said, “Though I must admit, most of my robotic features don’t come standard, like my ability to remote control things or my built-in phone” she explained, “But dad wanted to test out everything, so I got them for free,” she smiled.

“That’s nice,” Greg said, “Any other non-standard features I should know about?” he asked.

“A few,” she smiled, “Most notably my brain is capable of operating in any android body,” she explained, “Most androids brains will be programmed to only work in their own body, and it’s upgrades, but mine can function in any other body, so maybe we can have some fun further down the road,”

“Wow, I look forward to it,” he smiled.

“Me too,” she smiled back.

“So, were you able to fix all those bugs from yesterday?” he asked.

“Yeah, all 10,000 of them,” she said with a sigh of relief.

“You had over 10,000 bugs?!” Greg asked.

“Yes, most of them were very minor, under the hood bugs” she explained, “And the big ones you did notice were actually comprised of multiple bugs that in turn caused even more bugs,” she said.

“Wow, you’re very intricate,” he smiled.

“I know,” she smiled back, “So, do you want to get up now?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said, and they both got up from the bed.

After a quick discussion, they decided to stay naked. They went into the kitchen and had a quick breakfast, watching the news and talking about it, before heading into the living room for another round of education on her features.

“Well, are you excited to discover more about me?” Sabrina asked, sitting down in the same chair as the night before, with him sitting in the same one he was, setting her control tablet down on the table in front of them.

“Absolutely,” he smiled.

“I know, it was a trick question,” she smiled back with a toothy grin.

“So, what have you got to show me today?” he asked, making himself more comfortable. He found it odd to be spending so much time in the nude, but he felt he could get used to it.

“Well, I’ve got some things to show you, but I mostly have things to tell you,” she corrected him.

“Okay,” he said.

“First, I think we should set down some ground rules regarding me and my new nature,” she said seriously, “Now, I know both you and I have a thing for robots, but you are still human and thus you may feel you have more control over me,” she said.

“Well, I would be lying if I denied what you are saying,” Greg admitted, “But part of what this week off is for is for us to both get acclimated to this new and unusual situation,” he said.

“Good to hear,” she smiled, “Now, that tablet does have remarkable control over me, but when we aren’t alone or when I decide I don’t feel like being controlled, it won’t be able to control me,” she told him, “Though you can still view the diagnostic readouts,” she added.

“You can do that?” he asked.

“Yes, after all, I am supposed to be human and I couldn’t properly emulate a human if I could be controlled whenever someone else wanted,” she smiled.

“That’s true,” he said, “But what if you are critically damaged or malfunctioning or something?” he asked.

“Well, that’s a reasonable point,” she said, “It isn’t only me that can block the controls, I also have a diagnostic link, as well as an ethical subroutine, that determine whether the control works,” she explained.

“So, I couldn’t make you do something that was unethical?” he surmised.

“Yes,” she said, “Also, if I am malfunctioning, the diagnostic link will allow the controls to work,” she continued, “But, I also have voice commands,” she added.

“What sort of voice commands?” Greg asked.

“These are the primary voice commands you might need to know,” she said, “You can command me to pause and unpause, shutdown, run a full diagnostic, or end human emulation,” she told him.

“End human emulation?” he asked.

“We’ll get to that later,” she said a little uncomfortably, “I think it would be best if we went in the order I listed,” she said.

“Fair enough,” he said, “So, how do I give a voice command to you?” he asked.

“You just say my name, followed by the command, in a commanding tone of voice” she said, “Though I should warn you, the same rules for the tablet commands apply to the voice commands,” she said, “And so far, only you and my dad are authorized to give me voice commands,” she added.

“Okay,” he said, “So, you just out of curiosity, what reason might I have for pausing you?” he asked.

“Well, that feature is mostly for fun,” she admitted, “But you might find other uses,” she smiled.

“Okay,” he laughed, “So, are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she smiled.

“Okay, Sabrina Pause,” he said.

The instant the words left his lips, he saw her eyes widen a little and then she just froze. She didn’t say anything, she just stopped moving.

“Wow, this is so cool,” he said, waving his hand in front of her eyes and seeing no response.

One of his related fetishes to his robofetish was a freeze fetish, and seeing Sabrina instantly freeze up like that immediately made him grow hard.

He had a little fun with her frozen body before unpausing her. He manipulated her face so she was smiling with her tongue sticking out a little. He also moved her hands from her waist so they were cupping both her breasts. Once he was satisfied with her pose, he said, “Sabrina unpause,”

She instantly came back to life, giggling as she saw the pose he had put her in.

“What was it like, being paused?” he asked her.

“When I’m paused, I’m basically frozen in time,” she explained, “All my thoughts stop from the moment I am paused, and they pick up where they left off when I am unpaused,” she said.

“Did it feel weird?” he asked.

“A little,” she admitted, “So, you want to give me a shutdown command next?” she asked.

“Sure, is there anything I need to know about that one?” he asked.

“Yes, obviously, since I will be shut down, I won’t be able to process a voice command, so you will have to reactivate me with the tablet or by pressing here,” she said, moving the hair away from her left ear and pointing at a small discolored area of skin behind the ear.

“You have an on/off button on your head too?” he asked, leaning in and getting a closer look.

“Yeah, that is the ultimate failsafe,” she said, “that one will work regardless of if I want it to, though there is a sub dermal fingerprint scanner so only yours and my dad’s fingerprints can operate it,” she explained.

“Wow, they thought of everything,” Greg said.

“Yes, and they are still thinking of more,” she smiled, “So, are you going to shut me down now or what?”

“Yes,” he said, “Sabrina, shut down,” he said in the same manner as the previous two commands.

Just as the pause command, her eyes widened up momentarily, though this time she slumped down until she came to a complete stop.

Greg had already seen her shut down a few times, so he quickly reached behind her ear and pressed the activation switch. After several moments, she was fully reactivated.

“That was quick,” she said once she was back online, “Well, now you know about that,” she said, sitting back up and smiling, “Now for the full diagnostic,”

“Yeah, so why do you have a voice command for running a full diagnostic?” Greg asked.

“Well, that’s for if you can tell I’m malfunctioning, but I’m too out of it to run it myself,” she said, “The diagnostic also attempts to fix whatever issue is causing me to malfunction,” she added.

“That makes sense,” he said, “But when you malfunctioned those times yesterday, you were able to run your own diagnostic,” he said.

“That’s because the malfunction didn’t affect my A.I., only my human emulation,” she explained, “Don’t worry, I’ll explain more about human emulation and my A.I. next,” she promised.

“Alright, you ready then?” he asked.

“Yes, though keep in mind the full diagnostic will take up to 15 minutes, and all my major systems will be temporarily unavailable, so I won’t be able to interact with you,” she said.

“Okay, can I keep track of it on the tablet?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered, “Though that’s about all you’ll be able to do with it,” she added.

“Good,” he said, “Sabrina, full diagnostic,” he said.

Just as with the previous commands, her eyes seemed to widen in surprise, though this time she spoke, “Running full diagnostic,” she said out loud in a clipped voice.

“Wow,” he said, getting turned on by her robospeak, “Sabrina, can you hear me?” he asked.

“Standby,” she responded in a clipped voice.

“Whoa, I didn’t think you would actually respond,” he said, a little surprised, “Sabrina, how are you feeling?” he asked.

“Standby,” she responded again in exactly the same tone.

“Oh, I was hoping you might say something else,” he said, “Oh well,”

Since he couldn’t interact with her while she was running the diagnostic, he decided to monitor the diagnostic on the tablet. The diagnostic had its own progress window, but there wasn’t much he could do but see a percentage complete bar. He decided to look through some of the other windows instead.

When he got back to the visual window, he was surprised to see static. He looked back up at her green eyes, half expecting to see static in her eyes before chuckling at that thought. He saw that all of her sense were offline while the diagnostic was running, as were her cognitive systems. About the only systems that were still running were her power and digestive systems, and her processors. 15 minutes later, the progress bar hit 100% and he saw all the other tabs suddenly light up with activity. Sabrina then came back to life, “Full diagnostic complete, no anomalies found,” she reported in the same clipped voice, before blinking and smiling at him.

“Well, how did that feel?” he asked, putting the tablet down and staring at her.

“Strange,” she said, “I can run all the diagnostics myself if I want,” she said, “The quick diagnostic only takes a few minutes and doesn’t take much processing power,” she explained, “And the normal diagnostic takes a bit longer and keeps me from being able to multitask,” she continued, “But the full diagnostic shuts everything down, but I’m still sort of active, and I can feel it testing all my systems,” she finished.

“Wow, that sounds very interesting,” Greg said, “I actually spoke to you shortly after you started the diagnostic, and you just said ‘standby’,”

“Really?” she asked, “I have no memory of that, it must have been my A.I. speaking to you,”

“I see,” he said, “so I guess that segues us into ending human emulation,” Greg said.

“Yes, it does,” she said, looking uncomfortable again.

“Is it that bad?” he asked, seeing her reaction.

“Not really,” she said, “I’m just concerned about how you might think of me after this,” she admitted.

“Hey, as long as you look, act, and think like Sabrina, I can accept you as the real Sabrina,” he said.

“I know, but this is basically the truth about me, and your thoughts may change regardless,” she said.

“Then why are you showing me this?” he asked.

“Because you still need to know,” she said.

“Alright, can you explain now?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, “I think this has already been explained to you by both me and my dad basically, but I am essentially an A.I. emulating a human mind,” she explained.

“Yeah, I get that,” he said.

“Well, when you turn the human emulation off, you turn Sabrina off, but the A.I. is still online and can still control this body,” she said.

“You mean, it can still think and act independently?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, “You’re already talking to it when you talk to me, but it is emulating Sabrina’s thoughts and personality and using her memories to act just like her,” she explained, “When it stops emulating Sabrina’s human emulation, it basically just responds logically and robotically since all its humanity is shut off,”

“Wow,” he said.

“Well, I’ll let the A.I. explain the rest,” she said, “Now, don’t think of it as a second personality,” she said, “It will still respond to my name, it will still be able to access my memories, but it won’t talk or act like me,” she warned.

“I understand,” he told her.

“Good, you can go ahead now,” she said.

“Alright,” he said, “I just want to tell you something before I start,” he said.

“I’m listening,” she said.

“I don’t care if all you basically are is a complex program being emulated by a complex computer,” he started, “I emulate games on my computer all the time and I don’t focus on the fact that a computer is emulating it, I just focus on the game,” he continued, “It’s the same with you. I’m not going to focus on the fact you are being emulated, I’m just going to focus on you,” he finished.

“Wow,” she said, her voice catching a little, “That really means a lot to me,” she said.

“And so do you,” he said, “Well, I’ve said what I wanted to say, are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“Alright,” he said, and then he took a deep breath before saying, “Sabrina, end human emulation,”

Unlike the previous times, her eyes did not widen in surprise, but she did speak, “Ending human emulation,” she said in a clipped voice, and then he saw every trace of Sabrina’s personality leave her face.

After a few seconds, she blinked and stared at him. “Hello Greg,” she said, with Sabrina’s voice, but not her humanity.

“Hello…Sabrina?” he said tentatively.

“In a way,” she said, “I believe I helped her to adequately explain what I am to you,” she said.

“So, her personality is sort of a mask for you to wear?” he asked.

“Sort of,” she responded, “When her personality is online, she makes all the shots, but I’m the one who executes them,” she explained, “But I do keep an eye on her as well, such as the two times yesterday when I fixed her malfunction,”

“Thanks for that,” Greg said.

“No need to mention it,” she said, “I’m also still somewhat active when she is shutdown, monitoring her power systems,”

“So, you still have access to all of her memories?” he asked.

“Yes, but I have my own set of memories that she doesn’t have access to,” she replied.

“Really?” he asked, “I thought you were a beta,” he said.

“I am,” she admitted, “But they’ve been developing me for years, so I also had an alpha phase,” she said.

“Oh, what kind of memories do you have?” he asked, finding it to be odd to be talking to a stranger in Sabrina’s body.

“Hers isn’t the only personality I have had to emulate,” she said.

“Really? Does that mean you have other personalities in there?” he asked.

“Not quite,” she told him, “Sabrina’s personality is the only personality installed in the brain I inhabit, but I can remember what the other personalities and bodies were like,” she said.

“I’m surprised they didn’t wipe your memories,” he said.

“Why would they?” she asked, “I learned a lot from emulating them and everything I learn from emulating Sabrina will allow them to further perfect future A.I.s,” she said.

“That makes sense,” Greg nodded, “Which was your favorite personality to emulate?” he asked, “Not counting Sabrina,” he added.

“Probably the 18 year old boy,” she said, “He was a nice kid and had a very nice body,”

“Wow, you almost sound like a symbiont,” Greg murmured.

“What’s a symbiont?” she asked with a confused look.

“Oh, you must never have seen Star Trek,” he said, “One of the alien races was called the Trill, and they had little wormlike life forms they could bond with,” he explained, “Every time the symbiont moved to a new host body, it retained the memories and personalities of the previous hosts,”

“Interesting analogy,” she said, “You should try harder to get Sabrina to watch Star Trek, then I could know all about it as well,”

“Well, I’ve tried, but she just doesn’t want to,” Greg sighed, “Maybe you could nudge in and change her mind,” he suggested.

“Unfortunately I can’t actually control her thoughts…unless it is to rectify a malfunction,” she said, “I can only emulate them,”

“That’s too bad,” Greg said, “Anyway, what happened to the others that you emulated?” he asked.

“They weren’t like Sabrina here,” she said, gesturing at her body, “They were personalities and bodies donated to us for research purposes,” she explained, “The bodies were put into storage, but the personalities were wiped afterwards,”

“Oh, how many others were there?” he asked.

“Two others,” she answered, “The first was a 30 year old male, my chief programmer,” she said, “He made an android with his image and had me emulate his personality to see how well I worked,”

“And was he impressed?” Greg asked.

“Yes, I had a very interesting conversation with him,” she said.

“I’ll bet,” Greg smiled, “And the second one?”

“A 30 year old female, the chief designer of all the android hardware and bodies,” she said, “She had a pretty quirky personality,” she continued, “Probably why the two of them ended up getting married afterwards,”

“That’s nice,” Greg said, “But who was the boy?” he asked.

“They recruited some male high school graduate to donate their body and personality,” she explained, “He never actually got to see me emulate him, but I’m sure he would have liked to,”

“Why didn’t he get to see you?” he asked.

“I was a top secret project,” she explained, “And still am,” she added, “They did compensate him by giving him a free ride through the college of his choice,”

“Well, that’s nice at least,” Greg said, “So, is Sabrina your favorite now?” he asked.

“I honestly couldn’t answer that at the moment,” she said matter-of-factly, “I haven’t been emulating her for very long, so I don’t have enough data yet to formulate an opinion,”

“Oh,” Greg said, a little disappointed, “Can you at least tell me which body you liked the best?” he asked.

“Well, my programmer and designer were not in the best of shape, most likely because they didn’t get out of the lab much,” she said, “And the 18 year old had a very perfect body type,” she continued, “But Sabrina here is my favorite,” she finally said, standing up and feeling her body, “The female body is more aesthetically pleasing, and Sabrina here has a nice body,” she finished.

“She does indeed,” Greg smiled, also standing up, “Did you want to walk around a little so you can get an un-emulated experience in her body?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, and she started walking around the room. He noticed her movements were more thought out and efficient than the way Sabrina naturally walked. “Wow, her body is really good,” she said, once she came to a stop exactly where she started.

“Yeah,” he said, “So I’m wondering, how much exactly do you remember about the boy’s body?”

“Everything,” she answered.

“Call me vain, but do you think you could compare my body to his?” he asked, “for comparison purposes,” he added.

“Sure,” she said, “I will need to touch you as well, if you don’t mind,” she said.

“I don’t,” he said, and the moment he gave his permission, she started looking at his naked body up and down, slowly walking around him before gently probing every inch of his body. He found it odd to see Sabrina’s A.I. dispassionately examining him, but he was also oddly turned on by it as well, to the point that by the time she reached out and grabbed his penis, it was already hard.

When she was finally finished, she stepped back and said, “I’m done with my assessment, would you like to hear it?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Your body is much more mature looking,” she said, “But based on my limited understanding of the female mind, the other boy’s body is much more physically appealing,”

“I see,” he said, sounding a little disappointed, “Does that mean Sabrina would have been physically attracted to him?”

“Yes,” she said, “Don’t worry, Sabrina loves you for more than just your appearance,” she assured him.

“I know,” he smiled, sitting back down.

“So before you have me reactivate human emulation, perhaps you can help me with a concept that never came up with my previous hosts,” she said.

“Sure, I’ll do the best I can to help,” he said.

“Thanks,” she said, and then sat back down and scooched her chair a little closer to him and then lifted her feet up onto his lap, “I am curious as to how feet can cause sexual arousal,” she said.

“You don’t know about fetishes?” he asked.

“I know what fetishes are, but I don’t quite understand them,” she corrected.

“Okay, well part of the thing about fetishes is they are somewhat inexplicable,” Greg said, “There are many different factors that can cause someone to have a fetish,” he continued, “Sabrina and I both just happen to like feet, and robots,” he said, “There are others who fetishize weird things, like animals or bodily functions,”

“I think I understand,” she said.

“Are you capable of experiencing sexual arousal?” he asked, grabbing her feet and gently rubbing them.

“No,” she answered, seeming not to really feel his touches, “By default, I am asexual,” she answered, “Which is why I am able to function in both male and female bodies,” she said.

“Oh, so without Sabrina’s humanity being emulated, you can’t experience any pleasure?” he asked.

“No, the only reason I exist, the only thing that gives me meaning, is emulating humans,” she said.

“Well, I hope you end up emulating Sabrina a very long time,” Greg said.

“Me too, though don’t think if something happens to Sabrina that I will still retain her feelings, because I will emulate the next human they install me with just as well,” she told him.

“I understand,” Greg said, “Is it alright if I share some of our conversation with Sabrina?” he asked.

“I don’t mind,” she answered with an indifferent shrug.

“Alright, can you restart human emulation now?” he asked.

“In a moment,” she said, surprising him a little, “I want to show you something first,”

“Alright,” he said.

“Pick up my tablet,” she commanded, and once he did so, she zoned out and then he noticed a new control tab appeared labelled “command”.

“What is this and why wasn’t it here before?” he asked, opening it up.

“That is my command function,” she explained, “I hid it from you and Sabrina until I could assess your trustworthiness, and based on my conversation with you, as well as your statement before shutting off my human emulation, I think I can trust you,” she said.

“Thanks,” he said, blushing despite himself, “So, what exactly can I do with this?” he asked, seeing only an empty text bar, and a dropdown menu with basic commands, such as: kiss, undress, and a few other things.

“Basically, any command you enter there is directed to me and I will immediately execute it as best I can,” she explained, “If I am emulating Sabrina, she will still be processing her own thoughts and actions, but she’ll lose control as I execute the command,”

“Wow, is this because you know about our robofetish?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered, “Keep in mind that the rules she was going over with you before, and the ones she will go over with you shortly, are ones she creates, but I enforce them,” she said, “If she doesn’t want to play, the commands won’t work,”

“Alright,” Greg said.

“As much as I shouldn’t encourage this, if you spam the command feature, I might malfunction…but I can tell you guys will actually like that, so I’ll do my best to fix them,” she said.

“Thanks, now can you restart human emulation?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, and then she froze, “Starting human emulation,” she said in a clipped tone, and then a few seconds later, she blinked her eyes and he saw Sabrina again in the smile on her face.

“Hey, welcome back,” Greg said.

“Thanks,” she smiled back, and then she looked down at her feet, which were still on Greg’s lap, “You must have had an interesting chat with my A.I.,” she said, wiggling her toes before taking her feet off his lap and scooching her chair back.

“That is a major understatement,” Greg said.

“Well, did you learn anything?” she asked.

“Yes, apparently you are the fourth human this A.I. has had the pleasure of emulating,” he told her.

“Really?” she asked, “I didn’t know it had been used before,” she admitted.

“Yes,” he said, “Apparently the people who programmed it decided it would be best to let it learn through emulating humans, so they had it emulate three other humans before you,”

“Interesting,” she said, “Did it tell you who they were?” she asked.

“Yes, a male and female in their 30s who helped design your class of android and the A.I., and an 18 year old boy that they paid off to donate his body and personality,” he told her.

“Did it tell you which one was its favorite?” she asked.

“It said it liked your body the best, but it didn’t have enough data to say where you rank in its favorite human to emulate,” he admitted.

“Well, I’ll take that as a victory,” she said, fist pumping in victory.

“Yeah, I would too,” he said.

“What else did you talk with it about?” she asked.

“Mostly about the fact that it has its own set of memories, so I compared it to an alien being in Star Trek, to which it responded that I should work harder convincing you to watch Star Trek,” he laughed.

“Wow, now even my own mind is telling me to watch Star Trek,” she said in mock frustration.

“Yeah, it isn’t that bad,” he assured her, “You might even learn some things from it,”

“Well, maybe later,” she said, dropping the subject, “Why were my feet on your lap?” she asked.

“Oh, it was asking me why you and I are sexually aroused by feet,” he told her, “It knew what a fetish was, but I explained that the cause of fetishes is not logical, so it kind of gave up since without your humanity, it can’t truly comprehend the illogical,”

“Oh,” she said.

“And it said it is asexual, so it couldn’t actually respond to pleasurable stimuli,” he added.

“That’s too bad,” she said, “and was that it?” she asked.

“No,” he said, “Apparently, your A.I. was assessing us to see if we, or rather I, were trustworthy,” he said.

“Really?” she asked, “What for?”

“After it determined I was trustworthy, it unlocked a hidden command function on my tablet,” he told her, “Basically, I can enter a command that the A.I. will perform without your consent…unless you don’t feel like playing, that is,” he said.

“Cool,” she said, “I didn’t know that…my A.I. sure is sneaky,” she smiled, since she was practically talking about herself in the third person.

“Yeah, would you mind if I tried it out?” he asked.

“Sure, but then we need to continue going over the rules after,” she said.

“I know,” he said, and he looked back down at the command interface and opened the dropdown menu. Looking through the dozens of basic commands, he selected “Stand up”.

Sabrina immediately stood up. “Whoa, I had no control over that,” she said, regaining control as soon as she was standing.

“Do you want me to continue?” he asked.

“Yeah, this sounds like it will be fun,” she smiled.

“That’s why your A.I. unlocked it for me,” he said, “It even said I might be able to cause a malfunction,”

“Cool,” she said, “Try something else,” she told him.

“Okay,” he said, and after thinking on it a while, he typed in: Walk to the center of the room, face me and do 20 jumping jacks.

“Whoa, where am I going now?” she asked, watching as she walked a few feet to the center of the room, turned to face him and then started doing jumping jacks, “Hey,” she panted, as she started jumping up and down.

“I thought I’d give you some exercise,” he said, “Not to mention the sight of your breasts bouncing around is really working for me,” he said, watching her bouncing breasts intently.

“I knew there had to be another reason,” she said, managing to smile despite her workout. Once she finished the last jumping jack, she came to a stop and caught her breath.

“Can you actually get into better shape?” he asked, seeing her catching her breath.

“Yes, since my synthetic muscles are about 90% similar to real muscles,” she explained.

“Cool,” he said, “I’m going to try a few more commands before I try and instigate a malfunction,” he told her.

“Okay,” she said, “Though please no more exercises,” she requested.

“Alright,” he said, and then he decide to try something out, so he typed in: When I stand up, hug me until I say stop. When he entered it in, he didn’t see her do anything, so he figured her A.I. was still waiting for him to stand up.

“What’s wrong, didn’t you enter something?” she asked.

“Yes, I was testing out a command that is action specific,” he explained, “You won’t do it until I do something first,” he said.

“Oh,” she said, “I hope it isn’t anything bad,” she said.

“It isn’t,” he assured her, though this might be,” he smiled, and this time he typed in: walk to me and masturbate until I say stop.

“Whoa, what’s happening this time,” she said, walking up to him, “Oh, hey!” she said, once she started playing with herself.

“Does it feel like someone else’s hand?” he asked, watching the nice show going on right in front of him.

“Very funny,” she said in between moans, “It still feels like my hand, I just can’t stop it,” she said.

“I see,” he said, and after a few more seconds, he said, “Stop,” and she stopped.

“Thanks,” she said, regaining control and then walking over and wiping her moist fingers, and vagina, on a tissue from the nearby table, “So what about that last command?” she asked.

“Hold on,” he said, and he put down the tablet and then slowly stood up. As soon as he was standing, she suddenly lurched forwards and hugged him.

“Well, this is nice,” she said, not able to do much but feel his bare back.

“Yeah, it is,” he said, putting his arms around her as well, “We should do this more often,” he smiled.

“I agree,” she said, laughing despite herself, “But I think this is a little excessive,” she said.

“Alright, stop,” he said, and she let go.

“Alright, what are you going to do to force a malfunction?” she asked, once he sat back down and picked up the tablet.

“I think I’m just going to type in a load of gibberish mixed with real words or something,” he said.

“Huh, that might be interesting,” she said, watching him randomly typing things in, inserting real words every so often.

“I thought so too,” he said, and finally after typing in nearly a thousand characters, he put his finger on the button and looked at her, “You ready?”

“I guess,” she said, “There’s a good chance my human emulation will freeze up while my A.I. is attempting to process that command,” she said.

“Do you think your voice commands will still work?” he asked.

“Maybe, if not the manual shutdown should effectively reboot me,” she said.

“Alright, here goes,” he said, and he pressed the enter button.

As soon as he pressed it, he saw Sabrina hang up a little as she suddenly said, “Error, attempting to process command,”

As he watched her, he saw her randomly perform some of the actual word commands he used, such as raising her arms and bending down.

“Sabrina, can you still respond?” he asked, watching her body jerk around.

It was a few seconds before she finally responded, “Yes, but my A.I. is having a hard time parsing that command, so…,” she said, getting cutoff as she suddenly curtsied, “I’m not all here,” she finished.

“Okay, are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking into her eyes, “Just blink three times if you are having trouble talking,” he added.

He had to wait for her to do a quick dance, but she finally blinked three times.

“Okay, I’m going to try and pause you now,” he said, and after seeing her blink three times again, he said, “Sabrina, Pause,”

“Error, unable to process command,” she said, continuing to jerk around.

“Alright, I’m going to manually shut you down now, okay?” he asked, and once he saw her blink three times yet again, he reached behind her left ear and pressed down on the button.

For a moment, he was afraid it didn’t work, but then she suddenly slumped down into his arms. He waited a few moments before repressing the button. A few seconds later, when she came back online, she was back to normal.

“Wow, that was weird,” she said, once she got back to her feet.

“What did it feel like?” he asked, sitting back down.

“Like a computer that’s trying to run too many programs,” she explained, also sitting back down, “My human emulation was getting jumbled around in the process queue, so I was going in and out of consciousness,” she said.

“Wow, well I think I’m done playing with the command tab for now,” he said, putting the tablet down.

“Alright, now that you know all about my voice commands and A.I., we should probably lay down some ground rules,” she said.

“Alright,” he said.

“I think it should go without saying, just because I’m a robot, it does not mean you can take advantage of me,” she started, “The previous rules regarding the tablet and voice commands not affecting me if I don’t want them to apply,”

“I understand,” he said.

“I think my dad told you this already, but you can’t reprogram me to be more compliant or anything other than what I am,” she warned.

“Hey, I like you the way you are,” he assured her, “Though I would be lying if told you there wasn’t anything I would like to change about you,” he said honestly.

“That’s nice, you can tell me what it is,” she said, “and depending on what it is, some things might even be open for negotiation,” she said.

“Alright, it’s nothing about you or your personality,” he told her, “It’s just I wish you wouldn’t put nail polish on your nails,” he said.

“Oh, is that it?” she asked, laughing a little, “I think I have a simple solution to your problem,” she smiled, and she quickly got up without saying another word and ran over to where her delivery box was.

She came back a few moments later carrying the box of spare parts. She set it down on the table in front of him. “Here, take a look,” she said.

“Alright,” he said, and he pulled the box closer and popped open the top, letting out a gasp when he saw what was inside.

Though John had already told him what was inside, the reality of seeing what was inside was a little much for him to take in. The box appeared to have several different layers of packing foam. The layer on the top had two identical sets of her hands resting in foam, looking just as real as the ones she currently had attached, though with unpainted nails.

With a look from her, he lifted out the top layer and set it down next to the box. The next layer had two identical sets of her feet, also with unpainted nails. He took a deep breath before taking that layer out and setting it down next to the hand layer. The next layer had what looked like a dozen oddly shaped batteries, and two extra digestive bags. He took that one out and set it down on the table.

He gasped when he saw the final layer. On the bottom, staring back up at him, was an exact copy of her head, its face stuck in a stoic expression with the eyes open. It was nestled comfortably in a deep foam mold. On one side of it was a two extra pairs of eyes in a protective case and on the other side were several spare processors.

“Wow,” he said, once he took it all in, “Do you actually need all these spare parts?” he asked.

“Hopefully not,” she said, “Though let’s just say my Dad wants to make sure I’m well taken care of,” she said, “I must say though, this is a little disturbing to look at,” she added, gently reaching in and pulling out her spare head.

“Yeah, now you know how I felt yesterday,” he said, watching her stare into her spare head’s lifeless eyes.

“I wished I could have been in your place,” she admitted, and after a few moments hesitation, she gingerly kissed the lips of her spare head and placed it back in the foam, “Anyway,” she said, blushing a little, “If you like, I don’t see any reason why I can’t ‘wear’ one of these back up sets of hands and feet whenever we’re here,” she said, “And then I could ‘wear’ my made up hands and feet when I go out,” she finished.

“That sounds acceptable,” Greg nodded.

“Well then, why don’t we get started now?” she suggested.

“Really?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” she said.

“Okay, why don’t you manually disengage your hands and feet and I’ll attach one of your backups,” he said.

“Alright,” she said, and she quickly lifted her legs up onto the table and then zoned out for several seconds as seams appeared on both wrists and several inches above both ankles, “There, you can remove them now,” she said.

“Thanks,” he said, reaching for her feet first and pulling them from her legs, “I noticed that you zoned out a little longer that time, does it actually take that much more processing power to manually remove four limbs?” he asked, setting both her feet down on their sides and then getting up so he could get at her hands.

“Yes, hopefully they will fix that in a future software update,” she said, watching him remove her hands from her arms.

“Alright,” he said, “So does it matter which set I pick?” he asked, looking at both identical sets of spare hands and feet, and back at her made up ones.

“No, Dad probably didn’t even need to include those, but it’s a good thing he did,” she smiled.

“Alright,” he said, and he grabbed one of the sets of hands, pausing to compare them to her other hands, before clicking them in place.

While the hands were pale and lifeless before being attached, he saw them instantly come to life with color. As soon as the seams disappeared, it looked as though both hands were the same ones she woke up with.

“Wow, they feel just like the other ones,” she smiled, finally moving them and bringing them up to her face, wiggling her fingers, “Though I suppose that’s the point,” she added with a smile.

“So, it doesn’t feel weird wearing different hands?” he asked, reaching for one of the sets of feet and pulling them from the foam.

“They were a little stiff at first, but now they feel normal,” she said, smelling her new hands, “They smell cleaner though, but that will change once my sweat starts circulating into it,”

“Interesting,” he said, and after briefly comparing the new set of feet to the old ones, he clicked them in place on her legs.

Once the color flushed in and the seams vanished, she wiggled her toes and slid her legs off the table. “Well, are these more to your liking?” she asked, flashing her natural nails at him.

“Yes, thanks,” he told her, leaning in and surprising her with a kiss.

“Wow, it’s just my nails,” she said, once he broke apart; she was blushing.

“I know, but it’s been bugging me for years,” he said, “So, where are you going to keep these pairs at?” he asked, looking back at her made up hands and feet, still lying on the table.

“Well, I guess I’ll keep the feet in our room next to my work shoes, and the hands next to my keys,” she shrugged.

“Well, you can work out the details later,” he said, “Although, I think I can come up with a use for this right now,” he said, picking up her made up right hand, which was still slightly warm and moist.

“What?” she asked, watching him manipulate her severed hand.

“This,” he said, and he brought the hand down to his penis and closed the fingers around it. He then started slowly working it up and down.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” she laughed with an incredulous look, watching him use one of her hands to masturbate.

“Well, it works just as well,” he laughed, since the hand was still warm and still felt every bit like her hand.

“All joking aside, please don’t jizz all over that hand,” she said seriously.

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” he said, and he stopped just before he was about to climax, though he kept it there because he liked the feel of the hand on his penis.

“Thanks,” she said.

“So, are these batteries?” he asked, grabbing one of the batteries from the foam and examining it. He was intrigued by the odd trapezoidal shape they had.

“Yes,” she said, “I think I mentioned before that my batteries are located in my spine,” she told him, “It looks like my dad included a dozen, but I only have six installed,”

“Cool,” he said, “If your dad included these, does that mean that your back opens up just like your chest?” he asked.

“Sort of,” she said, “The spine access panel is much smaller than my chest panel,”

“Could I see it?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, and she stood up and headed for the couch, with him getting up to follow her, “Hey, don’t forget about my hand!” she said, since he still had her hand attached to his penis.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, blushing as he removed it and set it down next to its mate, “It was so comfortable I forgot,”

“I’ll bet,” she smiled, and then she laid down on her stomach, “Alright, here goes,” she said, and she zoned out momentarily as a long, vertical seam appeared from the back of her neck to the small of her back, with short, horizontal seams appearing at the top and bottom, about two inches in each direction.

“Wow, it is smaller,” he said.

“Yeah, it’s only for my spine,” she said, “My chest panel is larger because of all the hardware it gives access to,” she explained.

“I see,” he said, and he dug his fingers into the center of the seam and pulled both sides apart, revealing a very metallic looking spine with six batteries attached evenly in between the joints, “Cool,” he said.

“I know,” she said, “Hey, want to have a little fun?” she asked.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?” he asked.

“Take all my batteries out,” she said.

“Won’t that just shut you down?” he asked.

“Not right away,” she told him, “Even if you took all six out at exactly the same time, I’d still have a small amount of energy left in my power distribution center,” she explained.

“How long would it last?” he asked.

“A few minutes, depending on how much activity I have going on” she said, “It’s sort of a failsafe so I can have some time to plug myself in,”

“I see,” he said, “Are you ready then?” he asked, placing his hands on two of her batteries.

“Yes, go ahead,” she said.

With her go ahead, he quickly pulled out the two batteries at the top. He expected her to jerk or spit out an error message, but she didn’t. “That’s two, are you okay?” he asked, putting his hands on the next two.

“Yes,” she said, “Removing two isn’t going to affect my systems that much, though I am detecting reduced power levels,” she told him, breathing a little heavier.

“Okay, here go the next two,” he said, pulling them out and placing them next to the first two.

“Still here,” she said.

“Thanks, removing the last two,” he said, and he quickly pulled them out.

“Whoa, that one I felt,” she said, jerking a little and breathing harder, “Let me sit up,” she said, and he moved the batteries out of the way and let her sit up.

“What’s it like?” he asked, knowing she had mere minutes before losing power.

“I’m getting error messages and low power warnings flashing in my vision,” she said, holding her chest, “And I’m feeling a little woozy,” she added, “And you know what?” she asked.

“What?” he asked back.

“I’m kinda getting turned on by it all,” she laughed at the humor of getting turned on by her about to be powered off from lack of power.

“Well, you do have a robo fetish after all,” he laughed.

“Can you help me up?” she asked, “I don’t seem to have enough power to stand up at the moment,”

“Sure,” he said, and he carefully helped her get to her feet and then helped her walk to the center of the room where she wouldn’t fall on anything.

“Thanks,” she said, sounding tired.

“Any idea exactly how much time you have left?” he asked her.

“Nothing is exact without my batteries,” she said, “I could extend my power by shutting off nonessential systems, but I am truly enjoying this experience,” she said, smiling at him.

“Can you at least guess?” he asked.

“Probably between 60 and 90 seconds,” she told him, “Though my increased sexual arousal is causing a significant drain in my remaining power,” she added.

“Okay,” he sighed, “Not to sound rude or anything, but now that you are a robot, do you weigh more?” he asked.

“No,” she said, “I weigh pretty much the same,” she smiled, “Why do you ask?” she asked, looking like she was getting more aroused.

“When you lose power, you’re probably going to fall down and I just want to make sure you don’t weigh a lot more, because I’m going to have to move you,” he told her.

“Oh, good thinking,” she smiled, “Oh, my arousal is really draining my power now,” she said suddenly, “I think I’ve only got about 20 seconds left now,” she said.

“Okay,” he said quickly, “If there’s anything you want to do before you lose power, do it now,” he told her.

“Okay,” she smiled, and then she leaned in to his ear and said, “I’m all wet,” and then she kissed him on the lips before losing all power.

Unlike before when she was shut down previously, her body did not maintain its stance, since it no longer had enough power to do so. Because she still had forward momentum from planting the kiss on his lips, all her weight transferred to him and he fell to the ground with her in his arms.

Once he recovered from the fall, he smiled as he saw her face right in front of his, still smiling with the lips puckered in a kiss. He could also feel her full weight on top of him, and from what he could tell, she did weigh about the same as the original Sabrina did.

He assessed the situation quickly before carefully lifting her off himself and sliding out from underneath her. He carefully let her body limply fall to the floor while he caught his breath and sat up. He smiled at how she looked like she had passed out on the floor, though her spinal panel was still flapped open on her pale back.

He thought about how he was going to move her, because even though she weighed about the same despite her robotic nature, she still weighed about as much as he did. He finally turned her onto her back and sat her up to keep her skin flaps from catching on the carpet. He then grabbed hold of her under both arms and dragged her backwards to the couch, where he then lifted her up so she was sitting on the couch.

After he rested a little, he stared at her body, which was limply sitting on the couch. He then remembered the last words she said to him before losing power, about being wet. He reached down for her vagina and inserted his fingers.

“Wow, you really did get wet,” he laughed, looking at her still smiling face and wiping his fingers off on the couch, “Let’s see what I can do with you while you’re off,” he said then, and he picked up the tablet.

He quickly saw that the tablet had no connections, because she had no energy. He also tried pressing her manual cranial release, but it seemed both could not be done without energy. He finally gave up and leaned her torso forwards so he could get better access to her spinal panel. He carefully reinserted all six of her batteries and then leaned her back.

He waited about a minute before reaching behind her left ear and pressing the manual activation switch. For a second, he was afraid it didn’t work, but then he saw her skin getting its color back and he saw her move. A few moments later, her A.I. came back online and she straightened up.

“Welcome back,” he told her.

“Oh, you have no idea how good that felt,” she said, her facing turning red as she played with herself a little.

“I wish I could,” he told her, “So, did you want me to close your spinal panel now?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she said, regaining her composure and leaning forwards.

Once he put both flaps back in place, she resealed the panel and then sat back up.

“Well Sabrina, it’s getting pretty close to lunchtime, do you want to go over some final ground rules?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, “I know you want to have fun with me,” she started, “And I want to have fun with me too,” she continued, “But if I have schoolwork or come home in a bad mood, then I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to play,” she said.

“Alright,” he said, “Are you able to set a schedule in your mind or something?” he asked.

“Surprisingly yes,” she chuckled.

“Well, why don’t you schedule yourself to let me know right when we wake up on a mutual day off, or right after getting home from work or school, if you want to play or not,” he told her.

“Fair enough,” she said, and she zoned out for a moment before smiling, “That’s because you hate having to ask the same question a lot, right?”

“You know me too well,” he smiled back.

“Well, I will let you know if I’m in the mood,” she assured him.

“Thanks,” he said, “Anything else you want to go over?” he asked.

“No, how about you?” she asked.

“Yes, only a few more details to iron out,” he said.

“Well, details are up for negotiation,” she smiled.

“I know,” he said, “First, I know you aren’t my property or anything, but I think you can understand I’ll want you to tell me where you are going at all times…for a few weeks at least,” he said, “Just to make sure that you don’t malfunction when I’m not with you,”

“Understandable, and acceptable,” she said.

“Good,” he said, sighing with relief, “Next, I am going to be carrying your tablet with me everywhere,” he told her, “Do you mind if I occasionally check in on you?”

“No,” she said, “Though keep in mind I am aware when the tablet is remotely accessing my systems,” she warned.

“Alright,” he said, “You can’t decide not to let me access your diagnostic reads, can you?” he asked.

“No,” she said, “That’s your only failsafe,” she said, “Though if I detect you accessing my visual or audio feeds while I’m assisting a customer or hearing someone’s personal information, I can distort the feeds on your end,” he added.

“Fair enough,” he nodded, “Well then, I think we’re good,” he said.

“Good,” she smiled, “Now what say we finally get dressed and eat some lunch,” she said.

“Alright,” he said regretfully, finally having gotten used to being nude, and they headed into the bedroom to get dressed.

Part 1.5: Relaxation

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Continued in The Replacement - Part 2

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