The Replacement

[Spaz]

From my brain to yours, I present: "The Replacement"

Part 1.1: Reunion
Part 1.2: Playtime
Part 1.3: Exploration
Part 1.4: Rules
Part 1.5: Relaxation

Part 2: Help around the house

Part 3.1: How it's made
Part 3.2: Interim
Part 3.3: Upgrade

Part 4.1: New jobs
Part 4.2: Emergency procedure
Part 4.3: New body
Part 4.4: A day in each other's shoes

Part 5.1: Wedding
Part 5.2: Forced evolution
Part 5.3: Logistics
Part 5.4: Honeymoon

Part 6.1: Procreation
Part 6.2: Birth
Part 6.3: Legacy

Part 7.1: Final tests pt.1
Part 7.2: Final tests pt.2
Part 7.3: Final tests pt.3

Part 8.1: Final upgrade
Part 8.2: Next phase
Part 8.3: The End & The Beginning
Epilogue

This story will be continued in a special, anthology-type story titled "Brave New World", featuring some characters from The Replacement
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Prologue

His name was Greg Phillips, and the year was 2114. He was a somewhat handsome, yet ordinary 25-year old 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 FBI field office in San Francisco, CA. Life was good: he had a nice, 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. As she was pulling out of the parking lot at work after a long shift, she was struck by a drunk driver. After treating her for several days, the doctors finally 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.

He handed Greg a coffee and said, “Son, I know you must feel like shit right now, but I think I might be able to help."

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

“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."

“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 that would then be placed into an exact robotic copy of that person’s body.”

“So, a robotic clone?”

“Yes. It would look, sound, smell, and act exactly like Sabrina here, though it would only be a copy."

“Are you saying you can make 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, like Sabrina."

“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're 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?”

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

“No, I suppose not,” Greg said, then chuckled. “That would be nice, though."

“I’m sure it would,” John smiled, standing up and holding out his hand, “Are you in?”

“Yes!” Greg said, getting up and shaking John's hand, “Thank you!”

“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."

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

[NukuNookee]

A very good start, looks to be a promising premise. Eagerly awaiting the next installment.

[Spaz]

Glad to hear!

I am planning on releasing part 1.1 later tonight. I'm a little OCD, so I'm going through each section numerous times to correct errors and to add some ideas I've thought up since originally writing them. I'm taking advantage of this week while I'm vacationing in Montana to do some editing and writing.

[Spaz]

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 from deceased to alive. 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 Greg returned 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,” Greg said to himself as he approached the door, controlling his breathing and heart rate. It had been more than three weeks since Sabrina had 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 Greg, 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, R. Sabrina, which is her official robot name, is the most advanced android we have ever created,” he started, “she can get wet, she can eat and drink, which means she does also perspire and excrete, and almost anything else a human could do."

“Sounds simple enough,” Greg nodded with great interest.

“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."

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

“No, we already charged her up for you, but she will still need to eat regularly, starting today, in order to maintain the charge," he explained, "But don't worry, she will be able to tell you when she needs to be plugged in."

“Will be aware of the fact that she’s a copy...an android?"

“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."

“Well, I suppose I do,” Greg said, blushing a little.

John chuckled. “Well, she will be able to tickle that fetish as well as both your foot fetishes."

“Good," Greg sighed, "Can she be programmed, or reprogrammed?”

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

“I suppose not," Greg agreed, "I was more worried about someone else reprogramming her."

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

“That’s a relief."

“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, carefully taking it from John and examining it before placing it on the coffee table.

“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, “There are also numerous control screens so you can modify her movement, actions, you name it."

“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."

“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.

“Just some backup parts,” he shrugged, “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."

“Cool!"

“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 promptly 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, 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 R. 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, along with ear and nose piercings. 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.

“I hope you don’t mind if I feel you to see how real you are,” he managed to said, staring at her sleeping face for a brief moments 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. “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.

Looking 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.

“Hmm, That’s odd, I wonder if something went 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?”

“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."

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

“I think I understand."

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

“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."

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

“I’ll bet!"

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

“I’ve been fine,” he said honestly, “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."

“Well, robot me,” she laughed.

“Yeah, I wasn’t even sure you could get tired."

“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."

“Huh, that sounds smart."

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

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

“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, shaking her head, “Wow, that felt weird."

“You mean your malfunction?”

“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."

“Alright, but are you okay now, at least?”

“Yes," she assured him, "Remember, I am a prototype after all, so I’m bound to have at least a few bugs in the first few days."

“I suppose so."

“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."

“Fair enough,” he smiled back.

[Spaz]

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?”

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

“Okay,” he shrugged, 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?”

“No, I think it’s actually kinda cool."

“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."

“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 laughed.

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

“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?”

“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."

“Oh,” he said, “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry, my CPU's back to normal now...you would have needed to keep it up for several more minutes to have caused any serious problems."

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

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

“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. “Hmmm...it looks like I can remove your head, amongst other things.”

“Yeah, each of my limbs can be removed as well."

“Well, would you mind if I removed just your head?” he asked, “To be honest, I’ve always secretly 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!"

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

“Yes," she assured him, "my A.I. and memory storage is in my head, and my head has its own power source which can last at least a few hours before needing to be reattached."

“Okay," he nodded, feeling more comfortable, "will you still be able to control your body wirelessly, at least?”

She shook her head. “Unfortunately not. It is possible, but it would require a tremendous amount of processing power to handle the coordination, and they were unable to fit it in my body...I am a prototype, after all."

“I understand," he nodded, "well, are you ready?"

She gave him a nod, "As ready as I'll ever be."

He flashed her a quick smile, getting up from his chair and walking up behind her. He followed the instructions listed on the tablet and parted the hair at the back of her neck, revealing a small freckle which he pressed.

“Cranial unit manual release engaged...stand by,” Sabrina said in a clipped tone, clearly reciting a computerized message. Once she recited 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; her head was a bit heavy.

“Are 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!”

“Good,” he said, carefully 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 and gazed down at her.

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

“How does it feel?”

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

“And it sounds like your voice is coming from a speaker."

"It is," she confirmed, "that's because I don’t have access to my lungs, and therefore can't use my vocal chords."

“But then, why are your lips are still moving?"

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

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

“Sure,” she said, though she said it without moving her mouth at all; her face did form a brief smile.

“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?”

“I’m not sure."

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

“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."

“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 would you like me to talk like this?”

“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."

“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.”

“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.

“Hmmmm, your hands feel nice,” she said in a relaxed voice, 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.

“Whoa! Extreme close-up,” she giggled, 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 bio-mechanics 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?”

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

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

“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."

“Yeah, my face is too intricately attached to be removable."

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

“Go ahead,” she said, “And don't worry, the moisture from my tongue and the inside of my mouth mostly receded when my head was detached, so your fingers shouldn't get too wet."

“Wow, good to know,” he said, and he grabbed her chin and carefully pried open her mouth.

“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.

“He he, I can taste your fingers...they taste a little salty."

“Probably my perspiration," he smiled, "Well, I’m done with your face, so you can lip-synch again, if you want” 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.

“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 and see my brain."

“Is it safe?”

“Sure,” she said, “In the next few weeks, Dad'll probably be sending you some processor upgrades for me as he analyzes the data I send him,” she said, “So you'll 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?”

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

“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!"

“Alright, here goes then. He picked her head up, turning it around and pressing 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."

“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."

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

“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."

“Cool! 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."

“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."

“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."

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

“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."

“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."

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

“If you are very careful, you can probably remove one of my eyes."

“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."

“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."

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

“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?”

“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?”

“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."

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

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

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

“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."

“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?”

“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?”

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

“Yes, please."

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."

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

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

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

“Will it still work without your head attached?”

“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."

“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."

“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?”

“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”

“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."

“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."

“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?”

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

“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?”

“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."

“I figured as much,” he said, “Is it possible for you to manually unseal it...just for a little bit?”

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

“It’s about the only thing I haven’t seen yet."

“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?”

“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."

“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.

“Please remember to reseal it before you reattach me."

“I will,” he promised, 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."

“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?"

“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?”

“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?”

“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."

“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."

“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."

“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."

“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?”

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

“But I didn’t hear you talk or anything."

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

“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?”

“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.

[Spaz]

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 to make up for the last few weeks.”

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

“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."

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

“What are you going to do to me now?”

“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."

“Oh. To be honest, I’m not sure it will be very interesting."

“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 large, size 10, feet on his lap; her toenails were still painted.

“Thanks!" He spent a little bit of time 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, grabbing both her feet and tickling them.

“Hey! Stop it!” she squealed playfully, 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, are 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, slumping her shoulders with a disappointed look on her face. “Wow, sorry about that.

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

“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.

“I should be fine for now," she assured him, "Just don’t tickle me until tomorrow,” she warned, “I promise I won’t tease you this time."

“Alright,” he laughed, before grabbing 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 announced a 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?”

“I can disengage my limbs myself," she confirmed, then added with a chuckle, "though, for obvious reasons, disengaging my own head would be a bad idea."

“I thought so," he nodded, "would you mind disengaging your right foot then, please?”

“Sure thing!” She zoned out for a split second, and then a seam appeared above her ankle, “There, you can remove it now."

“Thanks!” He carefully pulled her foot free of her leg and held it in his hands, remarking how heavy it felt and admiring the realism.

“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, and harder, 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 know," she smiled knowingly. While he picked up her foot, Sabrina grabbed her shoes with a curious expression and held them to her face, taking in a whiff, recoiling slightly at the scent, "Huh, I'm thinking the reason I seem to have body odor right now isn't because they sprayed it on me or something, but merely because they put the clothes the real Sabrina was wearing on me before shipping me out and didn't bother cleaning them," she quickly peeked under her shirt and pants, "well, except my underwear, I guess."

"Huh, that's weird," he scoffed, "Though, it was nice of them I suppose, since it offered the illusion that you had simply returned from work."

"I suppose you're right," she laughed, "though, I'm definitely tossing these clothes into the laundry later tonight."

Greg shook his head with a smile. “Here, I’m done with your foot,” he said, grabbing the stump of her right leg and clicking her foot back on.

“Thanks!” she said, wiggling the toes at him, before holding out her left foot. “Want the other one?”

“No, there'll be plenty of time for that later,” he decided, “I think I'd like to see you continue stripping."

“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 inquiringly, 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 purple 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, but she was perfectly proportioned for her larger than average size. “Very nice."

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

Taking a big breath, he resolutely 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 gracefully from 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. She repeated that several times before stopping with more giggles.

“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 casually 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 complimented, admiring her pale skin and large body type, “Absolutely indistinguishable from the original Sabrina."

“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.”

She giggled some more. “You’re such a boy!”

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

“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, I want you to consider my whole body yours to play with.”

“Really?!"

“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."

“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 earlier, she was still, at that time, 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 also makes me look and smell more realistic.”

“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."

“Yeah, I do have the same basic skeletal structure as a human,” she said, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to look, or move around, 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, icky organs taking up space in my body."

“Do you have a panel I can open to see inside you?"

“Yes, but I’ll show you later when we go into the bedroom," she told him, "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?”

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

“That works,” he laughed, focusing 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?”

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

“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?”

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

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

Just as with the original Sabrina, the hair above her vagina 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're technically a virgin again?” he asked after pulling his fingers out, since he'd 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 then,” he said, returning the kinky smile. He smelled the residue on his fingers and wiped them off on the couch. “Now, why don’t you turn around so I can examine the other end?”

“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?”

“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 still 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."

“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."

“I wish I had that."

“Well, are you finished feeling me?”

“For now."

“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 special?” 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."

“Okay, should I get the tablet?”

“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."

“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 fingers 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 even 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, as well as 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 heartburn 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."

“Wow! Is it safe to touch everything in here?”

“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."

“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?”

“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."

“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 remarked, 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."

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

“I suppose you’re right."

“Are you ready to close my panel now?”

“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."

“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, “Now, 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."

“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."

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

“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?”

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

“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?”

“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'm 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?”

Greg was a little caught off guard by the question. “Sure, though I’ve never slept naked before," he admitted, his face turning red.

“Neither have I,” she shrugged, “But, maybe it’ll be nice."

“Alright then, I guess we’re sleeping naked."

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

“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."

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

“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 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?”

“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?”

“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."

“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."

“What?”

“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.

[Spaz]

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 of contentment on her 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 teased.

“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."

“Yeah, I told you that I'm 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."

“Cool! Did you have any interesting dreams?”

“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?”

“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, getting a curious expression on her face before zoning out, “It looks like it was actually a video dad installed in my memory."

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

“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 that was ready, so I got them for free."

“That’s nice,” Greg said, “Are there any other non-standard features I should know about?”

“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."

“Me too."

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

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

“You had over 10,000 bugs?!”

“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."

“Wow, you’re very intricate."

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

“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!"

“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."

“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."

“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."

“Good to hear,” she smiled, “Now, while this tablet does have remarkable control over me, 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."

“You can do that?”

“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."

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

“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."

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

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

“What sort of voice commands?”

“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."

“End human emulation?”

“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."

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

“It's simple," she smiled, "You just say my name, followed by the command, in a reasonably 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."

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

“Well, that feature is mostly for fun,” she admitted, “But, I'm sure you'll find other uses."

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

“Yes,” she smiled.

“Okay," Greg said, getting his commanding voice ready, "Sabrina, Pause.”

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?”

“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."

“Did it feel weird?”

“A little,” she admitted, “Are you ready to give me a shutdown command next?”

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

“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.

She nodded. "This is the ultimate failsafe,” she said, “that one will work whether I want it to or not, though there is a subdermal fingerprint scanner so only authorized users can use it,” she explained, "Again, that's currently you and my dad."

“Wow, they thought of everything."

“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."

“Why do you have a voice command for running a full diagnostic?” Greg asked, "Can't you just run that on your own?"

"Of course I can, and you can also start it from the tablet," she confirmed, "But, the voice command is available if you can tell I’m malfunctioning, but I’m too out of it to run it myself, or if you're too far away from the tablet” she said, “The diagnostic also attempts to fix whatever issue is causing me to malfunction."

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

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

“Alright then, are you ready?”

“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."

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

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

“Good,” he said, “Sabrina, Full Diagnostic." 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?”

“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?”

“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. “Full diagnostic complete, no anomalies found,” she reported in the same clipped voice, before coming back to life, 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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then why are you showing me this?”

“Because you still need to know."

“Alright," he sighed somewhat nervously, "can you explain now?"

“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."

“Yeah, I get that."

“Well, when you turn the human emulation off, what you're really doing is turning Sabrina off, but the A.I. is still online and can still control this body."

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

“Yes,” she said, “Technically, you’re already talking to it whenever you talk to me, but since it's emulating Sabrina’s thoughts and personality, and using her memories to act just like her, it's like you're actually talking to me,” 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!"

“Well, I think I've explained as much as I can," she announced, "I’ll let my A.I. explain the rest.” she said, then looked at him seriously, “Now, don’t think of it as a second personality,” she said, “It'll still respond to my name, and it'll still be able to access my memories, but it won’t talk, or act like me."

He nodded solemnly. “I understand."

“Good," she smiled calmly, "you can go ahead now."

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

“I’m listening."

“I don’t care if all you basically are is a complex program being emulated by a complex computer, or A.I.,” 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."

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

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

“Yes."

“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, though 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.

He paused momentarily before tentatively replying, “Hello…Sabrina?”

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

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

“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."

“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?”

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

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

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

“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."

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

“Not quite,” she told him, “Sabrina’s personality is currently the only personality installed in the brain I inhabit, but I still retain memories of what the other personalities and bodies were like."

“I’m surprised they didn’t wipe your memories."

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

“That makes sense,” Greg nodded, “Just out of curiosity, which was your favorite personality to emulate?” he asked, “Not counting Sabrina, of course."

“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 worm-like 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, “Perhaps you could nudge in and change her mind," he said hopefully, crossing his fingers.

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

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

“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?”

“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?"

“Yes, I had a very interesting conversation with him."

“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 then, who was the random 18-year old boy?”

“He was a high school graduate who they recruited to donate his body and personality, in exchange for a free ride through college,” she explained, “Unlike the other two, he never actually got to see me emulate him, since I was, and still am a top secret project, but I’m sure he would have liked to.”

“Well, that’s nice at least,” Greg said, “So, would you say Sabrina is your favorite now?”

“I honestly couldn’t answer that at the moment,” she said matter-of-factly, “I emulated the others for several days, but I've only been emulating her for less than 24 hours, 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?”

“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 has a nice body."

“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?”

“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."

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

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

“I don’t,” he said, eagerly rising to his feet. 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."

“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."

“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."

“Sure, I’ll do the best I can to help."

“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."

“You don’t know about fetishes?”

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

“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."

“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."

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

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

“Well, I hope you end up emulating Sabrina a very long time."

“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."

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

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

“Alright, can you restart human emulation now?”

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

“Alright."

“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."

“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?”

“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."

“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."

“Thanks! now can you restart human emulation?”

“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!"

“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."

“Well, did you learn anything from it?”

“Yes, apparently you are the fourth human this A.I. has had the pleasure of emulating."

“Really?! I didn’t know it had been used before."

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

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

“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."

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

“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."

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

“Yeah, I would too."

“What else did you talk with it about?”

“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?”

“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."

“And it said it;s asexual, so it couldn’t actually respond to pleasurable stimuli."

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

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

“Really? 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."

“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?”

“Sure, but then we need to continue going over the rules after."

“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?"

She flashed him a quick grin. “Yeah, this sounds like it will be fun!"

“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."

“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."

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

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

“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?”

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

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

“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."

“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?”

“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."

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

“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, and conflicting commands or something,” he said, beginning to type stuff in.

“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."

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

“I doubt it, if not the manual shutdown should effectively reboot me."

“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 cut off as she suddenly curtsied, “I’m not all here."

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

“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."

“Alright."

“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."

“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."

“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."

“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."

“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?”

“Hopefully not,” she said, “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 backup 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."

“That sounds acceptable."

“Well then, why don’t we get started now?”

“Really?”

“Absolutely!"

“Okay, why don’t you manually disengage your hands and feet and I’ll attach one of your backups."

“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."

“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'll 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."

“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'll 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."

“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?"

“Sort of,” she said, “The spine access panel is much smaller than my chest panel.”

“Could I see it?”

“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."

“Yeah, it’s only for my spine,” she said, “My chest panel is larger because of all the hardware it gives access to."

“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."

“I know,” she said, “Hey, want to have a little fun?”

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Take all my batteries out."

“Won’t that just shut you down?"

“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."

“How long will it last?”

“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."

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, “Remember, 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."

“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?”

“What?”

“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?”

“Nothing is exact without my batteries,” she said, “I could extend my power by shutting off nonessential systems, but I'm truly enjoying this experience,” she said, smiling at him.

“Can you at least guess?”

“Probably between 60 and 90 seconds,” she told him, “Though my increased sexual arousal is causing a significant drain in my remaining power."

“Okay,” he sighed, “Not to sound rude or anything, but now that you're a robot, do you weigh more?”

“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."

“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."

“Okay,” he said quickly, “If there’s anything you want to do before you lose power, do it now."

“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 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!"

“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?”

“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?”

“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."

“Alright,” he said, “Are you able to set a schedule in your mind or something?”

“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."

“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?”

“No, how about you?”

“Yes, only a few more details to iron out."

“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."

“Good,” he said, sighing with relief, “Next, I'm 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."

“Alright,” he said, “You can’t decide not to let me access your diagnostic reads, can you?”

“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."

“Fair enough,” he nodded, “Well then, I think we’re good."

“Good,” she smiled, “Now why don't we get dressed and eat some lunch?"

“Alright,” he said regretfully, finally having gotten used to being nude, and they headed into the bedroom to get dressed.

[Spaz]

Part 1.5: Relaxation

Once they were dressed, and had eaten lunch, they went back into the living room to decide how to spend the rest of their day.

“So Sabrina, anything you want to do today?” Greg asked.

“Yes, I know you wanted to stay here all day, but I want to go out and do something."

Greg let out a long sigh before saying, “It’s not that I want to keep you prisoner here, I’m just worried about you malfunctioning in public."

“I can understand that,” Sabrina said, “But I’ve been online for more than 12 hours now, and most of the major bugs that could have happened already happened."

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, and besides, any malfunction would be with my human emulation,” she said, “In that case, you could simply voice command me to deactivate human emulation and my A.I. could walk home with you just as easily as I could until it could fix me."

“Alright,” Greg said, finally giving in.

“Thanks!” Sabrina said, quickly giving him a kiss and hug.

“So, where would you like to go?” he asked, “And I’m not going to let you drive yet."

“Fair enough,” she conceded, “Why don’t we go to that latest 3D superhero movie?”

“Oh right, I forgot we were planning on seeing that on the night of your accident."

“I figured,” she said, “We might as well do it now before we have to go back to work.”

“You’re right,” he said, “I’ll go online and order the tickets,” he said, heading to the computer. Just as he logged onto the ticket site, he suddenly stopped and said, “Hey, Sabrina."

“What is it?”

“I was just thinking,” he said, “Now that you’re an android, can your eyes even interpret the 3D images?”

“Oh shit! I hadn’t thought of that,” Sabrina said, suddenly looking worried.

“Well, our TV runs on the same concept as the theater 3D, why don’t we just test your eyes out on that?”

“Alright, I’ll keep my fingers crossed."

It only took Greg a few moments to setup the 3D movie player on their TV. He selected another superhero movie made by the same company and jumped to one of the major action scenes. “Alright Sabrina, here’s the glasses,” he said, handing one of the pairs to her.

“I hope my eyes work,” she said, putting them on as he grabbed the remote.

“Well, here goes,” he said, and he pressed play.

The scene only played for only a few seconds before Sabrina swore and said, “My eyes don’t work on 3D,” she said with a bummed look.

“That’s too bad,” he said, pausing the movie, “Maybe we could just see the non-3D version."

“I think I’ll call my dad first,” she said, “Maybe they already thought of this and made a program to correct the issue.”

“Alright, are you going to use the phone in your head or your actual phone?”

“My actual phone,” she giggled, “It seems a little rude to use my internal phone when I’m with you."

“It didn’t stop you from using it last night,” he smiled, grabbing her phone from the kitchen counter.

“I know,” she laughed, “I was just showing off,” she said, taking the phone and dialing her dad’s number.

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed this time,” he smiled as she waited for her dad to pick up the phone.

“Thanks,” she mouthed, just as her dad picked up, “Hey dad, it’s me…yes, I’m doing fine, I only had a few malfunctions last night…no, they weren’t serious…anyway, Greg and I were planning on seeing a 3D movie later, but it seems my eyes can’t interpret the 3D images with the glasses on…good, I was hoping you thought of that…why wasn’t it included in my A.I.?...I see, can you add it to my dedicated update server?...alright, thanks dad!...yes, Greg and I will see you in a few nights…alright, I love you too…bye,” she said, ending the call and placing her phone down.

“So?” he asked, only getting one end of the conversation.

“They’ve been working on a patch, though it wasn’t quite ready by the time they started building me,” she said, “Since it’s only a beta at the moment, it'll only work for about four hours at a time, so we shouldn’t plan on marathoning any 3D movies for a while."

“Oh, so you have to access your update server to install it?”

“Yes, it should only take a few minutes,” she said, sitting down and zoning out a little.

“Will you have to reboot or anything?”

“Hold on,” she said, and a few moments later, she came back and said, “Yes, I’ll be back soon,” she said, and then her head slumped down to her chest. A few moments later, her head rose back up, “Alright, the patch is installed,” she announced with a big smile.

“Well, you ready to try again?” he asked her, picking up the remote.

“Yes,” she smiled, “fingers crossed,” she said, putting the glasses back on and looking at the paused TV screen with trepidation.

“Here goes again,” he said, and he pressed play.

“Yes, it works!” she said, breathing a sigh of relief and taking the glasses off.

“Good,” he said, stopping the movie and taking the glasses from her.

“Well, that’s a relief,” she said, sitting back down, “I think you can buy the tickets now."

“Alright,” he said, and he quickly ran back to the computer and ordered tickets for the movie, which they headed to an hour later.

They returned from the mall several hours later, since they also stopped and did some shopping, and then picked up something for dinner, including a few drinks. As they were eating, he once again had to remind himself she was an android as she was taking sips of the wine they had just bought. “Sabrina, I was wondering, can you get drunk?”

“Yes,” she said, taking a sip, “though it's only simulated, since my brain is different."

“Interesting,” he said, “So, that means you could toggle it on and off?”

“Yes,” she said, “I guess that means I can always be the designated driver even if I’ve had a lot to drink."

“Yes,” he said, “just how drunk could you get?”

“I believe the simulation only goes up to a little over the legal limit,” she said, “The simulation takes into consideration my body type, gender, and the amount and type of alcohol I’ve consumed, as well as the amount of time I’ve been drinking.”

“Wow, I'm so glad they thought of everything,” he said, refilling both their glasses, “You want to get drunk then?”

“Sure!"

After they finished eating, they popped open another two bottles of wine and continued drinking. By the time they stopped an hour later, they were both pretty wasted as they stumbled into the living room to sit on the couch.

“How you feeling there Sabrina?” he asked, slurring his words a little.

“Pretty drunk,” she said, “You?”

“Drunk,” he replied, “That was some good stuff."

“Yeah, it was,” she said, wiping her forehead, which, along with the rest of her face, was flushed.

“So, why don’t you temporarily shut off your drunk simulation?”

“Alright,” she smiled, and after zoning out, the buzzed look on her face instantly vanished, and her skin returned to normal.

“Oh man, that is creepy,” he said, though he was laughing uncontrollably at seeing her go completely sober in front of his eyes.

“Wow, it was like a fog was lifted from my mind,” she said, laughing with him.

Once they regained their composure a few seconds later, Greg tried to focus as he asked her, “So, what does your body do with the alcohol?” he asked, “I know mine basically just gets it out."

“Well, the alcohol converts really well into energy for me,” she explained, “The byproduct is simple gas that I exhale."

“Cool,” he said, “Why don’t you turn your simulation back on,” he said, “You’re making me feel out of place."

“Alright,” she said, and after zoning out, her face flushed back up and she got the buzzed look on her face, “Wow, that’s actually kind of fun,” she said, slurring her words again.

“I’ll bet,” he said, “So, why don’t you load up that video of your construction now,” he laughed, “You can still do that drunk, right?”

“I think so,” she smiled, and she zoned out, “Hey, I still can,” she snorted, turning on the TV with her internal remote.

“Cool,” he laughed, as he watched her control the menus until she got the video uploaded into the media system.

“Wait, before the video, watch this,” she said, giggling as she loaded a video. The screen was completely black until suddenly he saw his own face recoil in fear. Apparently she recorded the image of her scaring the shit out of him when she was first activated.

“Oh man, you recorded that!?” he asked, laughing despite himself at seeing the reaction on his face upon being scared.

“Yes, and there’s more,” she said, pointing at the screen, as another video loaded, this time of him with a worried look on his face as he slowly got closer.

“Oh man, not that one too,” he said, “Oh!,” he said, once his face recoiled again and he saw himself from her point of view drop his head straight down. The video ended with her looking at his foot.

“Yep,” she said, “I told you I was recording that,” she smiled, sticking her tongue out.

“You did,” he said, “Now how about that construction video?”

“Well, here it is,” she said, playing the video.

The video was time lapsed, since it took place over the course of several days, but they could clearly see the skeleton being assembled, along with the hardware components, and then the skeleton was placed in some sort of machine. About a day later, there was a perfectly realistic copy of Sabrina removed from that machine, along with the backups of her head, arms and feet. There were a few more hours of finishing touches before her body was placed inside the box she was delivered in. By the time the video ended, they could see that her construction had taken roughly five days, though the video was time lapsed into an hour.

“Wow Sabrina,” Greg said, once the video ended; the video had sobered him up considerably.

“Yeah,” was all she said; the video also sobering her up.

“Sabrina, I love you,” Greg said, turning to look at her.

“I love you too Greg,” she said, turning to him.

“Please don’t ever leave me again,” he said, a tear falling out of his left eye as he fiercely embraced her.

“I won’t,” she promised.

When they broke apart, Greg suddenly felt a bit horny. "Hey, wanna have some sex"? he blushed.

She responded with a kinky smile and a nod. They eagerly rose from the couch, Greg grabbing her control tablet, and headed into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, they both stripped off all their clothes and stood admiring one another.

"Why'd you bring me tablet?" she asked with a curious look.

"I thought of something that might spice up the sex tonight," he told her, opening the command tab on the device, "Do you trust me?"

"I do," she told him, staring deeply into his eyes.

"Good," he said, then he scrutinized the room, "Umm, you may want to stand close to the bed."

"Okay," she said a bit nervously, walking over and standing flush up against the bed, "Is this good?"

"We'll see," he said, then he finished typing in his command and hit enter.

Sabrina immediately stiffened up and stated in the clipped voice, "Command: Disengaging all limbs." She then zoned out, like she did the other times, and Greg could see seams appearing around her neck, as well as her wrists, biceps, ankles, and thighs. Once the separation was complete, she remained standing somewhat awkwardly for a few seconds, seams clearly visible on her body. However, her hands, no longer completely attached, soon fell off, followed by her arms. Her arms falling off then threw her off balance, causing a chain reaction that led to her torso disengaging from her legs and falling backwards onto the bed, while her head fell from the torso and rolled off the side of the bed. Her legs briefly remained standing up right, before collapsing and disengaging from her feet. While the whole scenario took place over the course of seconds, Greg cherished it and was glad he'd had the tablet record the entire thing.

Once he recovered, he carefully placed the tablet down on a nearby dresser and walked over to Sabrina, who was now in several pieces on the floor and on the bed. Her head had rolled down onto the floor on the right side of the bed, but between the soft carpet, a blanket that had fallen onto the floor, and her long hair, she appeared to be fine; her face was facing down to the floor.

"Hey, are you okay down there?" he chuckled nervously, still high from the alcohol, and the thrill of seeing her fall to pieces like that.

She remained silent for a split second, worrying Greg a bit, before giving off a muffled laugh. Sighing with relief, Greg carefully reach down and picked her head up, absently fixing her hair, before lifting it up to face him. She was laughing with pure joy as she stared into his face. "That was awesome!"

"I thought you'd like it," he grinned, giving her a quick kiss before turning her head so she could see her body parts laying on the floor and bed.

"Were you still planning on having sex with me?, or was this the real reason you wanted to come in here."

"I do, but I figured this might be a fun way to kick things off," he told her, placing her head down and focusing on her torso, which was laying flat on its back. He briefly played with her breasts before gently probing her vagina. Unfortunately, it didn't open.

"Umm, you know I'll need to be reattached for that to work, right?" she teased.

"I figured," he shrugged, "I was just testing to see what I could do now."

"Yeah, it closes up when it's off, or when my head is removed, for safety purposes...you know, so you can't rape me."

He chuckled a bit before picking her head back up. "You know I wouldn't do that." Before she could respond, he brought her face to his and kissed her deeply. She responded my closing her eyes and returning the kisses, while he slowly pushed her torso further up the bed so he could get into position. Once he had it in the appropriate section of the bed, he mounted it with his stiff member and playfully teased the dormant pussy, kissing Sabrina more and more before clicking her head back on to her torso, bringing it back to life.

Sabrina giggled contentedly as soon as she was reconnected and her torso came back to life, the arousal that she'd already built up from their makeout session immediately activated her vagina, which opened immediately to Greg's stiff member with a rush of warm fluids. He moaned with pleasure as the fluids warmed him up and allowed him to smoothly slide in. Since she had no arms or legs to grab on to him with, and therefore no leverage, he grabbed hold of her from behind her shoulders and pumped her into him, allowing them both to enjoy the experience. After several minutes of sheer ecstasy, they finally climaxed, with him collapsing onto her legless and armless torso.

Once they caught their breath, he carefully slid himself out of her and rolled over onto his side, looking over at her with a look of pure bliss. Since she had no arms or legs, she could only do the same. Once the sexual bliss had resided, he sighed and said, "Well, I should probably reassemble you now."

"That would be nice," she giggled.

Grinning, he got up from the bed and bent down at the foot, where her severed arms, legs, hands, and feet all lay. Even after being drained from the epic sex they'd just had, he still grew hard at the sight. Shaking his head and fighting it, he grabbed each part and lifted them up onto the bed, doing it one at a time due to their weight. Once they were all up on the bed, he clicked the legs onto her torso, followed by her feet, and then her arms, followed by her hands.

Sabrina waited patiently for him to reattach all her limbs, and then twitched around a bit as they all came back to life. Greg quickly rejoined her on the bed, allowing her to embrace him with her reassembled body, engaging in another makeout session.

Unfortunately, playtime had to end, so they got up and cleaned themselves off in the shower, eager to have more awesome sessions like that in the future. The rest of their week off, they caught up on the rest of the shows they missed. Fortunately Sabrina had no major malfunctions the rest of the week, making them both feel much better about her new existence as an android. On their last day, they went over to Sabrina’s parents house for dinner.

Regretfully, they both had to go back to work the next day.

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Stay tuned for Part 2, taking place approx. 6-months later when they get their own DPM.

[Spaz]

Well, I am very glad people have enjoyed part 1! It contains some of my usual tricks, plus a few more, but rest assured I do have an actual plot for this story, in addition to having fun.

Since I started writing this story over a year ago, it has slowly evolved into my most ambitious project yet. Just in the last few weeks while doing re-editing for the release of part 1, I have come up with tons of new ideas, and, as I am sure you all can see, I have updated the table of contents with the tentative titles of each upcoming part.

I am hoping to have Part 2 finished soon.

[Spaz]

Part 2: Help around the house

R. Sabrina operated fairly smoothly for the first six months of her life, much to Greg and John’s delight, as well as her own. Still, Greg kept an eye on her whenever he could via her tablet, and Sabrina agreed to run regular diagnostics whenever she could at school and work. One day, when they had a mutual day off, John surprised them by arriving at their apartment with a large box, as well as a smaller box.

“Hey you two, I’ve got a surprise for you!” he said when they answered the door.

“Hey Dad, nice to see you,” Sabrina said, walking out and giving him a hug.

“What’s in the box?” Greg asked.

“I’ll show you when we get it inside,” John said, though the box was the same size and shape as the one Sabrina arrived in, so it wasn’t too hard to guess. Once they got the boxes situated in the living room, they all sat down. “I think you two have already guessed that there is an android in there."

“Yes,” Greg and Sabrina said at the same time.

“Well, in addition to Sabrina’s model android, the HRMs, we have also been developing a similar project, called the DPMs."

“I know what an HRM is,” Greg said, “But what’s a DPM?”

“DPM stands for Donated Personality Model, in other words, it's an android that looks like a real person, but who only donated their personality, and some memories, but not the whole package like Sabrina here."

“Interesting,” Sabrina mused, “What are they for then?”

“Well, people who need money can donate their image, personality, and a few memories, and we use all that build an android that can perform a variety of functions for them while they live their lives, go to school, or travel."

“So, it can work for them?” Greg asked.

“Yes, but because it isn’t meant to be a replacement, like Sabrina, we can program them with a variety of tasks, such as household chores, office knowledge, sexual positions, you name it."

“Cool,” Greg said, “Can you tell us about the one you gave us?”

“Sure,” John said, “The donor is a 28 year old, female Turkish immigrant named Ipek,” he started, “She donated her image and personality in exchange for a job with our company, in accounting."

“Nice,” Greg said, “What kind of features did you program her with?”

“I gave you guys a wide selection,” John said, “She’ll do household chores like laundry and the dishes, she can cook since I know you two can’t, she can do your taxes and other secretarial type stuff, she can guard your home while you're asleep, she’s got all the necessary programming to perform repairs on Sabrina here if something happens while you’re away or I’m too busy, she has nursing programming in case Greg here is home sick, and she is fully programmed and equipped for bisexual sex with hundreds of sexual positions installed,” he finished, “Oh, and just in case you two ever have kids, she’s programmed to be a nanny as well,” he added with a wink.

“Wow, you guys thought of everything,” Sabrina said.

“So, what kind of personality does she have, and what sort of memories?” Greg asked.

“Well, she kind of came from a well off family, so she might seem like she's putting on airs, but the important thing is for you treat her like a member of your family, and her personality will adapt to better suit you,” John explained, “As for her memories, she’ll be able to offer opinions on fashion, music, food, and entertainment,” he said, “But she won’t really have any specific details about her donor’s real life.”

“Oh, we’ll keep that in mind,” Greg said, “We’ll she be getting body upgrades?”

“Only if there are major improvements,” John said, “I see no reason why Ipek here can’t look 28 for the rest of your lives.”

“I agree," Greg nodded, "anything else we should know?”

“Yes, regardless of her personality, she will be completely obedient to the two of you and will do whatever you ask or order her to, within ethical and moral reasons,” he said, “She also won’t have the same restraints on her controls that Sabrina here does."

“So, does she have a control tablet too?” Greg asked.

“No, and that reminds me,” John said, “Hand me Sabrina’s control tablet."

“Alright,” Greg said, and he handed him the tablet and watched as John inserted a MicroSD card into a spare slot.

“There, now this tablet can control Ipek as well as Sabrina,” John said, handing it back to Greg, "More cost effective," he chuckled.

"Thanks!" Greg laughed, taking the tablet and putting it back down on the table.

“Well, I think I’ve said enough, I’ll head out and let you two get acquainted with Ipek,” he said, getting to his feet.

“Thanks dad, I’m sure we’ll benefit greatly from having her around,” Sabrina said, walking over and giving him a hug.

“No problem sweetheart,” he said, “I just want to make sure the two of you are in well taken care of.”

“Well, if Ipek here can cook well, then I’d say she’s worth it,” Greg said.

“Alright, you two have fun!” John said, and he headed out and drove off. Once John was gone, they both locked the doors and shaded the windows before returning to the living room.

“Well Greg, I think it goes without saying that today is a play day,” Sabrina smiled, looking at the box.

“Yeah,” Greg smiled, “So, you ready to take a look at Ipek here?”

“Go ahead,” she said.

Just as he had with Sabrina’s box several months before, he entered his security key in the keypad and stood back as the box opened, revealing their new maid, Ipek.

Ipek was a 28 year old Turkish woman of average height with an hourglass shape, and with neck-length black hair was parted neatly in the middle so it fell evenly on both sides. Although they both expected her to be dressed as a maid, she was dressed in a simple black skirt with black leggings and black shoes. Her top was a simple grey, three quarter sleeve shirt. While she wasn’t the most attractive woman Greg had ever seen, she still looked a little pretty.

“She looks kinda pretty,” Sabrina said, reaching in and touching her hair.

“Yeah, she is,” Greg said, “You want to turn her on now, or do you want to play with her first?”

“You can turn her on now,” Sabrina said, stepping back.

“Alright." He picked up the tablet and turned it on, seeing it now had two main apps on the home screen, one for Sabrina and the other for Ipek. He tapped on Ipek’s and brought up the activation sequence. Once the initial startup diagnostics completed and her systems booted up, her body slowly came to life. Her eyes finally opened, and her brown eyes looked at both of them before smiling.

“Hello, my name is Ipek, your new DPM,” she said in a perfect American accent, stepping out of the box and shaking both their hands, “According to my programming, you are Greg, and you are R. Sabrina, correct?”

“That’s correct,” Greg told her.

“Great! I’m sure you two want to get to know more about me, and my features, but I would appreciate seeing your apartment first so I can begin supplementing my programming with your habits."

“Sure, we can show you around,” Sabrina offered.

“Thanks,” Ipek said, and both Greg and Sabrina took her on a tour of their apartment. They were surprised at how in depth Ipek looked at their place. She opened every cabinet and drawer in the kitchen, cataloguing every utensil, and ingredient they had in the pantry. She inventoried all their laundry and cleaning supplies in the storage room. She also went through all their clothes. When she was finally through seeing everything there was to see in their apartment, they all headed back out to the living room and sat down.

“Well Ipek, what do you think?” Greg asked.

“I think I have more than enough information to adequately perform my functions,” she smiled, “Though I will be writing a list of things you should buy to better assist me in the kitchen, if that isn’t a problem."

“No problem,” Sabrina laughed, “If it means you can cook us good food, we'll spare no expense."

“Yeah, no expense,” Greg laughed.

“Thanks,” Ipek smiled.

“So Ipek, what can you tell us about yourself?” Greg asked.

“I’m a prototype DPM with multiple specialty programs installed,” she said, “My donor is a Turkish immigrant who now works for the company that built me."

“Do you have any of your donor’s memories?” Sabrina asked.

“Only a small amount,” she admitted, “I know my favorite color is Red, I like classical music, and I picked these clothes, but that’s about it."

“How come you don't have a Turkish accent?” Greg asked.

“My donor immigrated here when she was a child,” she explained, “Though I am programmed with every know language, so I could speak with any accent, if you'd like me to.”

“I think we're happy with your current accent,” Greg nodded, along with Sabrina, “So Ipek, are you aware that Sabrina's an android?”

“Of course," she answered, "her father programmed all her specs in my A.I., and I am able to remotely access her systems and can immediately detect when she is malfunctioning."

“Really?! you aren’t able to control me remotely, are you?” Sabrina asked nervously.

“No,” Ipek assured her, “I am only tied into your diagnostic array and your A.I..”

“Good,” Sabrina said, looking relieved.

Greg smiled, despite himself. “So, do you have any hardware that Sabrina doesn’t?”

“Not much,” she said, “Why don’t you access my visual feed,” she suggested, looking at the tablet.

“Alright,” Greg said, picking up the tablet and accessing her visual feed. For a moment, the feed showed Ipek’s vision, including her HUD; it was roughly the same as Sabrina’s vision. Ipek eyes were currently focused on both Greg and Sabrina, sitting on the couch across from her chair. Suddenly, the feed changed to an infrared look at them. He was surprised to that the infrared signature for Sabrina looked fairly normal, despite her being an android; he surmised her body was probably designed to distribute heat more human like.

“Cool! why do you have infrared vision though?” Greg asked, watching as the feed switched back to normal.

“It’s part of my home security programming,” Ipek shrugged, “That’s about the only major hardware difference between Sabrina and I, the rest is all software related. Is there anything else you would like to see?”

“Yes Ipek, would you mind taking your clothes off?” Greg asked.

“No, I wouldn’t mind,” she smiled, “You know, you could have ordered me to, but you actually asked nicely,” she said, standing up and pulling her shirt off.

“Hey, you have a human personality, and a real human’s body,” Greg said, “As such, I’m going to talk to you just the same I would any human, because I don’t see you as an appliance, but a new member of our family."

“Thanks,” Ipek blushed, “That really means a lot to me,” she said, neatly folding her shirt and then sitting down to remove her shoes and socks.

“Hey Ipek, do you think you could stop a moment so we can see your feet up close?” Greg asked, when he saw her bare feet.

“Sure,” she smiled, and she scooched her chair a little closer to them and rested her feet on the couch.

“Thanks,” Sabrina smiled, and they each grabbed one of Ipek’s feet and felt it.

“You know, if you both have a foot fetish, I have many techniques programed into me to help you out,” Ipek offered.

“Maybe later,” Greg said, and he continued examining Ipek’s right foot. It was fairly ordinary looking, and only a size 8, compared to Sabrina’s size 10. He was pleased to see her nails were natural looking, and very well groomed. Since she had only been online for a few minutes, there was no odor, but there was a bit of moisture that had begun to build up.

“Well, are my feet to your liking?” she asked, once they finished and let her put her feet down.

“Yes,” Greg said, “And would you mind staying barefoot whenever you are here?”

“Sure," she replied cheerfully, "though I will have to wear something while cooking, for safety reasons."

“Fair enough,” Greg said, “You can continue getting undressed now."

“Alright,” she said, and she stood up and removed the skirt, followed by the leggings. Finally, she removed her bra and panties and stood before them naked, twirling around so they could see her whole body, and asking with a blush, “How do I look?” She had a fairly attractive body. Aside from a chubby abdomen, she had a well-toned body with very pale skin. He breasts were also a modest size, about half the size of Sabrina’s.

“You look very nice,” Greg and Sabrina said.

“Thanks,” Ipek blushed modestly.

“Would you mind if we paused you so we can get a closer look at you?” Greg asked.

“Not at all,” Ipek said.

“Thanks,” Greg said, “Ipek, Pause,” he said, and she instantly froze up.

“Wow, that is kinda creepy,” Sabrina said, looking at Ipek’s face, which was frozen in her smile, “Is that what it’s like with me?” she asked, getting up and walking over to Ipek’s frozen body.

“Yes,” Greg answered honestly, feeling Ipek’s breasts.

“Well, you should film me sometime,” she said, examining Ipek’s vagina, “You know I’d like to see what you do to me when I’m paused or off."

“Alright,” Greg said, playing with Ipek’s face, “I wasn’t sure you even wanted to see what I did to you,” he admitted, “Because I do think of you as my Sabrina now.”

“Well thanks,” she said, feeling Ipek’s backside, “But I have as much of a robofetish as you."

“Duly noted,” Greg said, “Hey, it just occurred to me, couldn’t you control Ipek’s body?”

“What do you mean?”

“On your first day here, I opened your head and saw your brain, and you said it could be removed and put in another android body, but since you were only just activated, you didn’t want to risk me removing your brain and I just forgot about it."

“Oh, I remember,” she said, “Though the part about me controlling another android body came on day two,” she corrected him.

“That’s right,” he said, “Still, couldn’t I remove Ipek’s brain, and then your brain, and place your brain in her head and then you control it?”

“I don’t see why not,” she smiled, “Would you like me to?”

“Yeah! it’ll be fun!”

“Alright, well you’ll have to have Ipek here show you the safest way to remove my brain,” she said, “I can’t exactly remove my brain myself, and she has the proper programming to assist you.”

“Alright, you want to unpause her now?”

“Sure."

“Ipek, Unpause,” he said, and she instantly came back to life.

“So, did you two enjoy feeling my body?”

“Yes we did,” Sabrina said.

“Hey Ipek, would you mind if I put Sabrina’s brain in your body for a while?” Greg asked.

“No, I’m yours to play with if you like,” she smiled.

“Thanks,” he said, “But I’ve never removed Sabrina’s brain before, could you show me how so I don’t damage it, or yours?”

“Certainly,” she smiled, “Did you want to do it right now?”

“Sabrina?” Greg asked.

“Sure,” she answered.

“Alright, could you sit down please?” Ipek asked Sabrina, and once she did, she sat down on the couch next to Sabrina, “Now, you’ll need to shutdown first,” Ipek said.

“Do I absolutely have to be shut down?” she asked, hoping to experience her brain being disconnected while still online.

“No, it’s safer though,” Ipek warned.

“I’ll take the risk,” Sabrina said, “We have a robofetish and I want to feel what it’s like to be removed from my body while I’m still online."

“Alright,” Ipek said, “Could you open your scalp access for me?”

“Sure,” Sabrina said, and she zoned out while a seam appeared around her scalp. Once the seam was there, Ipek carefully pulled it off and set it aside on a nearby table.

“Come here Greg,” Ipek ordered, sitting on one side of Sabrina so he could sit on the other. Once Greg was there, she had him look inside of Sabrina’s open head, all the while she was looking out the corner of her eyes at both of them. “Now Greg, it’s not really that complicated, you just have to be gentle,” Ipek said, guiding his hand onto Sabrina’s brain, “Just grab it from underneath and pull it out, and don’t worry, you don’t have nearly enough strength to cause any significant damage to our brains with just your hands."

“Alright,” Greg said, trying to control his breathing, “You ready Sabrina?”

“Yes."

“Do it Greg,” Ipek said.

Greg put his entire hand on her brain and let his fingers go underneath it. He then slowly pulled it until he felt it release. “Error, host A.I. not found,” Sabrina’s body suddenly blurted out before going quiet.

“Don’t worry, that’s normal,” Ipek assured him as he removed Sabrina’s brain.

“I figured,” he said, holding his girlfriend’s brain up to his face. He saw a data connection on the bottom, which is where all the data to and from her brain went through, “Is she still ‘awake’?"

“No,” Ipek answered, “Her brain's only active when it's receiving power."

“Oh,” he said, carefully setting Sabrina’s brain down on the table.

“Now, it’s just the same with me,” Ipek smiled, and she quickly zoned out as a seam appeared around her scalp. Once it was all there, she calmly brought her hands to her head and removed her scalp, placing it down neatly next to Sabrina’s.

“Did you want me to place you in Sabrina’s body?” he asked, moving over so he could reach into Ipek’s open head.

“Unfortunately my brain isn’t capable of functioning in a non-DPM configured body, as much as I'd like that,” Ipek told him regrettably.

“Well, that’s too bad,” Greg said, “Anyway, you ready?” he asked, reaching in and putting his hand on her brain.

“Yes Greg, and I don’t mind what Sabrina does while using my body,” she said, “As far as I am concerned, if her brain is operating it, it is her body."

“Thanks Ipek,” Greg said, “Here goes,” and he quickly pulled her brain out. “Error, host A.I. not found,” Ipek’s body said before going quiet. He looked around for a safe place to set Ipek’s brain down, and decided to click it in place in Sabrina’s open head. Her body made no announcement at it being plugged in, true to Ipek’s statement they weren’t compatible, but at least he knew it would be safe there. He placed Sabrina’s scalp back on, though since her body wasn’t active, the seam remained visible. “Well Sabrina, let’s get you into Ipek here,” he said, carefully picking up Sabrina’s brain from the table and bringing it over to Ipek’s body. He carefully inserted it into Ipek’s open head and felt it click into place. Several lights blinked inside her head before he heard Ipek’s body speak, “Host A.I. found, loading A.I.,” and then a few seconds later, her eyes blinked rapidly a few times before coming to life. “Sabrina, you with me?” Greg asked, looking into Ipek’s eyes.

“Yes, I think so,” she said, speaking with uncertainty.

“Is anything wrong?”

“No, it’s just weird,” she said, “I’m trying to get used to her body."

“Okay, I’m going to put your scalp back on now,” he said, picking it up from the nearby table and clicking it back on.

“Ok,” she said, and she made the seam vanish before smiling, “Wow Greg, this is amazing!” she said, “It’s like this body is actually mine, it’s just feels so natural!”

“I thought before you said you were trying to get used to it."

“At first,” she said, “It took awhile for my A.I. to be able to process Ipek’s motor functions, but once it did, it all became so natural."

“I see."

“So, where did you put Ipek’s brain at?” she asked, looking around.

“In your head,” he answered, looking at her body which was sitting passively on the other side of the couch.

“Oh, then why isn’t she in control of my body?”

“Apparently her brain can only work in a DPM configured body."

“Oh, that’s too bad,” she said, “I would have loved to hear what she thought of using my body."

“Yeah, don’t you want to look at your body?”

“Yes, of course,” she said, and she turned around and faced her dormant body, “It’s so weird seeing my body sitting there like that,” she said, “It’s just staring at me, like I’m looking in a mirror,” she added, leaning in towards its face, “Whoa, it blinked!” she yelled, recoiling back slightly.

“Your body blinked?"

“Yeah, I didn’t know it would still do that,” she said, calming down and looking at her body again, “I guess all the involuntary systems are still online."

“Cool,” he said, watching her examine her own body.

“Hey Greg, could you help me take the clothes off?”

“Sure,” he told her, getting up and helping to remove her bodies clothing. Once her body was naked, they sat it back down and he sat back to watch her examine it.

“Wow, people just don’t get to see themselves like this,” she remarked, looking at its back and other parts one wouldn’t be able to see by themselves.

“Yeah, I can only imagine."

“It really is too bad Ipek couldn’t control my body,” Sabrina said again, "then maybe we could both make out or something."

“Well, you still have me."

“Yes, I do,” she smiled, turning to look at him, “It doesn’t weird you out?” she asked, “Seeing Ipek examining Sabrina’s body, but knowing it’s really me?”

“It is a little weird,” he admitted, “But knowing it’s really you in there is actually turning me on even more."

“Really?” she said, “So you wouldn’t have any problem taking Ipek’s body here out for a spin?” she asked, now focused entirely on him instead of her own body.

“No,” he said, “And Ipek said as long as you are in her body, it might as well be your body, so I know she wouldn’t mind either."

“Good,” she smiled back, “So, you look a little out of place, why don’t you undress?”

“Fair enough,” he said, and he swiftly disrobed.

Fortunately they had the foresight to blind all the windows, because they had several rounds of sex on the couch, all while Sabrina’s lifeless body passively sat there, turning them both on even more. After they caught their breath, and cleaned themselves up a little in the shower, they sat back down in the living room.

“So, whose body was better to fuck?” she asked, “Mine or Ipek’s?”

“Well, you are more beautiful,” he said, “But there was something different about doing you in Ipek’s body,” he said, “It almost felt naughty…like I was cheating or something."

“I see,” Sabrina said, “The forbidden fruit sex appeal."

“Exactly,” he said, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, don’t worry,” she laughed, “I’m not tricking you like other girls would,” she said, “I felt the same way you did, only from the other side."

“Wow, not too many people could be having the conversation we are,” he said, laughing at the thought.

“Well I’d hope not,” she said, “Otherwise one of the two would have had to die first."

“Yeah,” he said calmly, since after six months of being with R. Sabrina, he found he was completely over the original Sabrina’s accident.

“So, is there anything else you want to do before returning us to our proper bodies?”

“Yes, actually,” he said, remember back six months prior on R. Sabrina’s first day online, “I want to remove your head really quick."

“Okay,” she shrugged, since she knew he had a thing for removing her head.

“Don’t worry, I have a thought and think I’m right,” he said, walking around behind her and pressing the manual release at the back of her neck. After she gave her clipped speech announcing the removal of her cranial unit, he lifted her head up off her neck and then turned it around so it was facing him, giving her and excited smile, “Alright Sabrina, say something."

“What?” The voice that emitted digitally was Sabrina’s voice, not Ipek’s.

“That,” he said, “Didn’t you hear?” he asked, “You just spoke with your voice instead of Ipek’s."

“I did,” she smiled, “It must look weird from your perspective."

“Very!” he nodded fervently, “I thought you were going to talk to your dad about being able to speak with other people’s voices."

“I guess I forgot,” she said, in a voice that sounded like a shrug off.

“You’re a computer now, how could you forget?”

“Hey, I may be a computer, but I still basically think the same as a human, as Sabrina,” she said, “We did a lot of other stuff those first few days, and they were much better than me being able to speak with some else’s voice."

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” he gave in, “Anyway, it looks like your A.I. contains the vocal samples that are supplied to the body’s speaker."

“Yes, apparently."

“Anyway, I saw what I wanted to see,” he said, bringing her head back to the body and reconnecting it.

“Well, as fun as this has been, I think I want to return to my body now,” she said, once her head was back on.

“Sure, just one more thing,” he said, and he planted a quick kiss on her lips.

“That was nice,” she smiled, “Still showing me you don’t care if I’m in a less beautiful body?"

“Yep."

“Alright, I’m convinced,” she smiled, “Now let’s get me back into my body,” she said, sitting down next to it and making the seam appear around her scalp.

“Okay,” he said, and he carefully removed the scalp and then pulled her brain out of Ipek’s head. He paused a moment to look at the two lifeless female androids sitting next to each other on his couch, naked. This scene would have only existed in his dreams six months ago, but now he was surprised it was nearly becoming commonplace. After he moved those thoughts from his head, he lifted the scalp panel from Sabrina’s head and carefully removed Ipek’s brain from inside, placing it on Ipek’s lap. He then carefully reinserted Sabrina’s brain into her own head, hearing a satisfying click as it connected. While her A.I. was still loading, he quickly reattached her scalp and watched as it resealed. Once it was resealed, she was fully loaded.

“Ah, it's so good to be back in my own body,” she said, sighing contentedly as she stretched her body out.

“I wish I could experience the same things as you."

“Well, you’d have to die first,” she said, “Are you sure you’d want to go that far?”

“No,” he said, “I don’t want it that badly,” he said, “So, did you want me to reinsert Ipek now?"

“Go ahead,” she said, and she watched as he moved over and reinserted Ipek’s brain, clicking her scalp back in place while she was loading. Once she was back, she took a few moments to get used to her change in position and then turned to look at Sabrina, “So, how did you like my body?”

“It was nice,” Sabrina smiled, “But no offense, I like my body better."

“None taken,” Ipek smiled, “You do have a better body than I do."

“Thanks,” Sabrina blushed modestly.

“So Greg, how was the sex with my body?” Ipek asked bluntly.

“What?” he asked, blushing in an embarrassed way, “What makes you think we had sex?”

“You’re naked now, and I can just tell,” Ipek said matter-of-factly.

“Well, it wasn’t as good as with Sabrina, but the whole forbidden fruit aspect just made it feel…different, almost naughty."

“I thought so,” she said, “You know, since we’re already naked, why don’t we go in and have a threesome?”

“What?” Sabrina asked.

“I’m programmed with every known sexual position, so maybe I can teach you two a few things to spice things up,” she suggested, “Unless you two are uncomfortable."

“No, it’s not that,” Sabrina said, “It’s just…we don’t have sex that often."

“I understand,” Ipek said, “But sex is a great stress reliever and could really improve your relationship."

“Well, if Greg agrees, I will."

“Hey, I think it might be fun," he replied.

“Well then, let’s go,” Ipek said, getting up and leading them into the bedroom.

What followed was nearly an hour of the best sex both Greg or Sabrina had ever had. Ipek taught them things they never could have dreamt of, choosing the positions based on several factors she gathered while observing them go at it solo. When they finally finished on the bed, they all walked into the shower to continue a few things while they cleaned up.

“Well you two, do you want to learn some more tomorrow?” Ipek asked, now fully dressed again.

“Absolutely,” they both said at the same time, causing them both to laugh.

“Good,” Ipek smiled, “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to cook us something for lunch,” she said.

“No, we certainly don’t mind,” Greg said.

“Yeah, we can’t cook to save our lives,” Sabrina agreed.

“Good, then I’ll get started,” Ipek said, and she got up and headed into the kitchen.

“So Greg, what do you think of her?” Sabrina asked, once Ipek was in the kitchen and busy getting things ready for lunch.

“Well, I wasn’t sure we were going to need her, but now I can’t imagine not having her."

“Me too,” Sabrina agreed, “I think she can keep you entertained on my long days, if you know what I mean."

“Isn’t that kind of like cheating?” he asked, trying to see if she was tricking him.

“I suppose so,” Sabrina said, “But I don’t care,” she said, “She’s a robot too, and you can play around with her the same way as with me if you really want to.”

“I know,” he said, “But you’re the one I want to play with,” he said, leaning in and giving her a kiss.

“Aww, you’re too sweet,” she smiled with rosy cheeks.

“Lunch is ready!” Ipek called from the kitchen.

They were definitely satisfied with Ipek being in their lives when they tasted the lunch she cooked for them, even with their minuscule supplies. The rest of the day, they got to know Ipek more and more based on some of the few memories she had inherited from her donor. The dinner she cooked them was just as exquisite as lunch, though Greg and Sabrina did go to the store beforehand to buy some of the things Ipek requested. When the time came for them to go to bed, they suddenly remembered their apartment didn’t have a guest room, so they offered to let her sleep with them that night until they could get her own bed. Surprisingly, Ipek politely refused and said she would be more content to sit on the couch in the living room, since she could utilize her security protocols while in standby mode. By the time Ipek had spent an entire week with them, they truly considered her part of the family, as John had suggested.
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Stay tuned for part 3, where Sabrina gets a body upgrade, gets to meet her A.I.'s previous host bodies, and where the details of how the androids are constructed is revealed.

[Spaz]

Part 3.1: How it’s made

With Ipek in their lives, they were able to live much more comfortably. She cooked and cleaned for them, and entertained each of them when the other was tied up at work or school. On a few rare occasions, she even had to perform some emergency repairs on Sabrina…nothing serious though. When the two year anniversary of R. Sabrina’s activation passed, about a week before her 25th birthday, John suddenly contacted them and requested that they accompany him to his lab for Sabrina’s body upgrade…a body that would allow her to function from age 25 through to age 30. He also had them bring all of her spare parts. They requested the day off John gave them from work and followed him in their car to the lab he worked at, over an hour outside of town in a very remote and secluded location. Ipek decided to remain at their apartment, since there was nothing being done with her.

“Well you two, what do you think of the place?” John asked, once they were all out of their cars.

“Well, the place is remote,” Greg said, staring around at their surroundings.

“And big,” Sabrina added, looking at the massive facility which was built right into the side of a mountain and looked as though it could close to a million people inside.

“Well, we wanted to make sure we had privacy, as well as a lot of space to do stuff,” he said, leading them into a lobby and handing them visitor badges.

“How long are we going to be here?” Greg asked, walking pretty close to Sabrina as they followed John into an elevator. The elevator showed over 20 above ground levels, and about the same amount of below ground levels.

“Probably a few hours,” he answered, “That reminds me, Sabrina, you're going to need to install a massive update for your A.I., which will also include compatibility updates you'll need for all the new hardware we put in your new body."

“Okay, should I try and access it now?”

“Yes, dear, it'll probably take you about ten minutes to download it, so get started now."

“Okay,” she said, and then she got the slightly distracted look on her face that Greg usually saw when she was downloading an update.

When the elevator stopped at the 8th underground level, they stepped off and followed John down the hall and then into a side room.

“Well guys, this is Sabrina’s personal construction and repair bay,” he announced, once they were in, “It’s also where her particular A.I. was developed, as well as her A.I.’s previous hosts."

“Cool,” Greg said, since Sabrina was still distracted by her download. Greg recognized the room from the video Sabrina showed him two years earlier. The room was fairly large and had a few antechambers attached to it. The large room they were in had an examination table, as well as several large machines, the largest of which was currently running. “What does all this stuff do?”

“I’ll tell you in a little bit while Sabrina is installing her update,” John replied, and a few moments later, Sabrina lost the distracted look on her face.

“Alright Dad, I’ve finished downloading it,” she said, “Do you want me to start installing it?”

“Not quite,” he said, “First I need you to undress."

“Alright, why?” she asked, sitting down and taking off her shoes.

“Because you won’t be walking out of here in that body,” he said, “and I’m sure you’ll want to be wearing something when you leave in your new body."

“Oh, of course,” she said with a slightly embarrassed look on her face as she started taking the rest of her clothes off and folding them neatly on a nearby table.

“It’s okay,” he smiled back, watching as his stepdaughter got undressed, “And we'll put those in the hyper cleaner so they’ll be fresh for you by the time you enter your new body."

“Alright,” she nodded, removing the remainder of her clothes, “About how long will this update take to install?”

“Probably between 20-30 minutes."

“And where’s my new body at?” she asked, looking around.

“It’s still in there,” he said, gesturing at the large machine that was currently active.

“Oh, I see,” she said with a knowing nod, “Well, I’m going to start the update now then,” she said, and then she straightened up and got a blank look on her face.

“Well then, I know you have had many questions as to how we built Sabrina here,” John said, “And now I am going to answer them."

“Good,” Greg said, “I’ve been very curious."

“I figured,” John smiled, “So I think I’ll start at the very beginning,” he said, “the beginning of this company."

“Okay,” Greg said, and he listened as John started telling him the history of the company.

“We got started back in the late 20th century working for video game developers,” he started, “Specifically, with motion capture,” he added, “over the years, we eventually got so good, and had captured so many different motions, that we were able to create a very complex algorithm that, even the basic A.I.s we were able to develop back then could use to generate motions without having to capture them from a real person."

“That’s cool,” Greg said, “But what does that have to do with androids?”

“Relax Greg, I need to go over a century of history with you,” John said, “That’s why I waited until Sabrina was running her update, because she already knows all this."

“She knows?” Greg asked, “Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Because not only did I ask her not to, I programmed her A.I. not to tell you or to let her tell you, since this is all still top secret."

“Wow, then I guess I can’t feel bad about her keeping it a secret."

“Exactly, she had no choice,” John said, “Anyway, that motion capture algorithm is the basis for what allows her motor control complex to work."

“Oh, now this is making sense."

“Exactly,” John smiled, “Obviously it’s gone through several hundred iterations since then, but even back then the people who created it and who ran the company realized that it might be used to create much more realistic motions in an android, though they knew with just the algorithm, they couldn’t create an android, so they started looking around,” he said, “They also realized they would need resources, so they invested in a company called Spacex, which was beginning plans for asteroid mining. The plan worked and they came back with an unlimited supply of minerals we needed to build a vast computer array to begin working on the A.I. and other computer systems we knew an android would need to function properly,” he said, “Also, the monetary return we got back from our investment gave us more than enough capital to start acquiring things."

“Wow, whoever ran your company was very smart!"

“Yes, and forward thinking,” John added, “Anyway, with the vast return on their investment, our company was able to purchase an upstart 3D printing company, as well as a company that was developing a protein re-sequencing device,” he said, “We then had the two teams collaborate and create what we call a body printer, though, for the last few decades, we’ve actually been using it to create fully functional replacement organs for the medical field."

“Wait, you guys helped invent that?”

“Yes, though the true purpose of that machine was to create fully realistic skin and musculature for the android bodies."

“Why did you need such a complicated device?”

“For enhanced realism,” John answered, walking over to Sabrina’s dormant body and calmly grabbing one of her arms and gently manipulating it, “See how realistically I can move her arm, and how it reacts to my touches?” he asked, emphasizing some of the movements so Sabrina’s musculature showed.

“Yeah,” Greg said, feeling a little uncomfortable seeing John play around with his stepdaughter’s naked body.

“There were several people and companies attempting to develop androids over the years, but the reason they all failed was because they made their androids move using the skeletal structure via the use of servos and pumps,” John said, “But that’s not the way the human body moves."

“No, it moves because the brain sends electrical signals to the muscles, which move the body,” Greg said, remembering his basic human anatomy lessons.

“Exactly!” John applauded, “All the androids they created were able to look and act fairly human, but they did not move the same way a human does,” he said, “We knew the only way to make a truly realistic android was to make synthetic skin and muscles that would move a metallic skeleton, in the same way as a human body."

“Is that what that machine is?” Greg asked, looking at the active machine, which sounded a lot like a printer.

“Yes, did you want to take a look?” John asked, “The body should be nearly finished."

“Sure,” Greg said, and walked with John over to the machine, where John pressed a button that made the smooth white top suddenly become transparent. Greg was speechless at what lay inside.

Suspended in some sort of energy field was an exact copy of Sabrina…at least, from the neck down. The metallic skull, with the teeth and realistic eyeballs, was still visible. A series of lasers that were currently just below the chin were literally printing musculature, skin, and even tiny hairs onto the skeletal structure. He could see the seam surrounding the crown of the head, which he assumed was the scalp panel. Where the ears were supposed to be were a series of very complex sound capturing equipment, and there was a small bump with two holes where her nose was supposed to be.

“With this machine, it takes inert organic material, which in this case is denatured animal and plant proteins, and runs them through a filter which then re-sequences it into musculature and skin, using actual samples taken from the original Sabrina’s body,” John said, “It then prints them onto the skeletal structure we insert, and links all the nerve endings to the motor systems, the sweat glands to all the appropriate areas, and the veins and capillaries that transfer the blood like substance throughout her body."

“Sabrina told me that her skin and muscles are roughly 90% equivalent to real human skin and musculature,” Greg said, “What’s the other 10%?”

“Just some artificial bits that keep the skin from decomposing when there's no energy running through the body, as well to keep the skin from getting burnt by UV rays, amongst other things."

“But I’ve seen Sabrina’s skin develop a tan when we’ve been on the beach,” Greg said, “She still has to wear long sleeves because her pale skin burns easily."

“Well, the skin is programmed to get a little tan if exposed to the sun, but it won’t go so far as to get an actual burn,” John said, “I like to think of our artificial mix as smart skin."

“Oh,” Greg said, “I guess she just doesn’t want to look too tan then."

“Yeah, she loves going to the beach, but doesn’t like getting tan."

“So, if you use her actual skin cells as a template for this printer, does that mean you still have her body stored here somewhere?”

“Yes, in cold storage,” John said, “That’s also so we can keep her eggs on ice for when the two of you want to have kids."

“I see,” Greg said, “Could I see it?”

“If you like,” John said, and they left the printer and headed into one of the antechambers. He pressed his palm on a biometric lock, there was a hiss as a wave of cold air escaped and then a table slid out of the wall with the corpse of the original Sabrina.

Greg thought that after two years he was over it, but he found that when he saw the original Sabrina laying there dead on that table, he nearly broke down.

“Are you okay son?” John asked, watching Greg solemnly look down at the corpse.

“Yeah,” Greg said, “I just never thought I’d see her like this again.”

“You probably shouldn’t be seeing her like this,” John said, and he sent the table back into the wall.

“Thanks for letting me see her,” Greg said, walking back out in the main room where R. Sabrina was still passively standing while performing an update.

“Don’t mention it,” John said, “So by my estimate, Sabrina still has about another 10-15 minutes left, so why don’t I continue?”

“Sure."

“Well, in addition to making the body look and act realistically, we needed to come up with components that could mimic certain bodily functions, such as digestion, respiratory systems, and a circulatory system,” John said, “We simply purchased a few more companies and were able to create yet another piece to the complicated puzzle we were working on."

“The circulatory system always seemed a little fascinating to me, but Sabrina never seemed to be able to go over it in too much detail."

“It certainly is,” John agreed, “It basically is blood,” he said, “It transfers tiny little nanorobots all throughout her body to repair any damage to her skin, musculature, and skeletal structure,” he said, “It also makes her appear more realistic when the stuff bleeds out of a flesh wound.”

“I see,” Greg said, “It sounds like you were able to create most of the technology here a few decades ago,” Greg said, “Why did it take you so long to actually make an android like Sabrina here?”

“Because the key piece of the puzzle was creating an A.I. that could either emulate a human’s memories, or basically become a new human,” John said, “We struggled to make a sophisticated A.I., but we had the same problem our competition did…how to fit a computer that complex in the body."

“And I take it you solved that problem with the decentralized computer systems?”

“Partly,” John said, “It certainly made things easier, but we still needed a storage medium to store all the memories that the android would be programmed with, and that it would create during its lifespan,” he said, “We finally decided that organic computing would be our best bet, so a few decades ago we invested in and finally bought a key player in the organic computing industry and had them develop the ‘brain’ that you and Sabrina are now familiar with.
After that, it was just a matter of the last decade or so to begin creating and programming an A.I. which could realistically emulate a human’s memories and personality,” he said, “As well as developing the technology to copy a human’s memories into an artificial brain."

“What about creating a truly original personality?” Greg asked, “As well as the technology to completely transfer a human’s soul from their body."

“That is still one of our goals, but we determined that we could collect more data on creating one by having a bunch of A.I.s emulate human beings first,” John said, “As for the soul transfer, we have actually managed to successfully transfer a few people, though the machine still has a few kinks to work out before we feel safe using it more often."

“So, does that mean that Sabrina’s A.I. isn’t the only one you guys created?”

“Of course not, though hers was the first,” John said, “Since I’m in charge of this division, I made sure she got the best and most experienced one,” he said, “That being said, after hers, we created 99 more and have had them emulating other people who suffered similar fates for the past few years."

“Wow, I can’t believe all the work that went into creating her,” Greg said, walking over to where Sabrina was standing and looking upon her body with more awe and understanding.

“Yeah, they say humanity is a work of art,” John said, “These androids are no different."

“I am curious of one thing."

“What is it?”

“I can see why they have to look, move and act realistically, but why do they have to smell realistic too?” Greg asked, lifting her right arm and smelling her armpit.

“Well, first, I should say that the realistic scent is an option,” John said delicately, “The androids do need to perspire for cooling purposes, so people can have their androids sweat out a harmless saline solution instead,” he explained, “However I should point out that as smart as we are, us humans are still basically animals and we do respond sexually to certain scents that a potential mate emits from their body,” he continued, “That’s why you feel so comfortable around R. Sabrina here, because you're detecting her actual pheromones synthesized from the stuff she eats and emitted from her sweat glands."

“Wow, it’s like you guys were planning on everyone becoming androids or something,” Greg laughed.

“You have no idea,” John said cryptically, though Greg didn’t notice.

“What was the easiest part of the androids to create?”

“The power systems,” John answered quickly, “The hard part was inventing a portable digestive system that could convert energy from food and drinks into useable energy. Otherwise we were simply going to green light them in a form where they would have to plug themselves in each night."

“Oh,” Greg said, “It was pretty ingenious putting the batteries in the spine."

“Yeah,” John said, and before he could say anything else, Sabrina suddenly came back to life.

“A.I. update complete, rebooting to complete installation,” she said in a clipped tone, then her head slumped down slightly. A few moments later, her head rose back up and she smiled, “That took a while, but the update is complete!”

“That’s good to hear,” John said.

“What have you two been doing the last 22 minutes?” she asked.

“I’ve just been giving Greg a history lesson, and explaining how you’re built,” John said.

“Oh, I really am sorry I couldn’t tell you,” she apologized to Greg.

“Don’t worry, I understand,” Greg replied sincerely.

“Is my new body almost done?” Sabrina asked, walking over to the body printer.

“Nearly,” John said, making the top transparent again. Her new body now had a face, but was still missing a few inches of the top of its head, and the hair.

“Man, that is a little disturbing,” Sabrina said, shuddering a little. Greg also noticed goosebumps appearing on her skin…something he’d never noticed before since she was usually clothed when she had them.

“Yeah,” John agreed, “Once it’s finished, we’ll need about an hour to charge it up and install and program the fluids inside."

“Oh, then what will we do while we’re waiting?” Sabrina asked.

“Well, I’m sure your A.I. has already said it had three hosts before,” John said, “Maybe you could inhabit one or more of them while you wait for your new body to be ready."

“That’s a pretty good idea,” Sabrina said, “What do you think Greg?”

“I think so too,” Greg said, eager in particular to see what the 18 year old boy looked like, “But what's going to happen to Sabrina’s current body after she transfers to the new one?”

“Well, we’ll clean it up and then we put it into storage as a backup body until she gets her next body upgrade," John explained, "then, this body will get stripped and recycled to make her next body."

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Sabrina said, “What if we wanted a room with a nice hall of former Sabrina’s?”

“Why would you want that?” John asked with a confused look.

“I’m just messing with you dad,” Sabrina smiled, laughing and giving his confused face a kiss.

“Oh, you and your sense of humor,” John smiled, and then there was a pinging sound from the body printer, “Well, it looks like your new body is ready,” he said, walking over to the machine and pressing a button. A few moments later, a few technicians entered the room and approached the printer, opening it up and lifting the freshly printed body out, placing it on the examination table nearby. They then stood back and nodded at John. “Well Sabrina, they need to get started pretty soon, why don’t we head into the other antechamber so we can decide which of your A.I.’s previous hosts you want to try out?”

“Is there anything they need from me?”

“Yes, actually, your jewelry,” he said, noticing her nose and ear piercings.

“Oh, okay,” she said, and she quickly removed all the piercings and placed them in a metal tray the technicians had given to her, “Alright."

“Good,” John said, “let’s head to the other room."

“Sure Dad,” she smiled, and they all filed into the other antechamber.

[NukuNookee]

Nice manufacturing scene, and the history was interesting. This story presents a possible glimpse of the future, in such an enticing way...

[Spaz]

Yeah, just wait until you see what else is cooking in my brain. I never originally intended for this story to have this much scope, but over the past few months, it has evolved into something truly awesome.

I'm only about halfway done, and it is already the 2nd largest story I have posted here (passing "New Life")...and not too far away from being the largest one (Currently "The Girlfriend"). Also, I'm still thinking of things to add in future sections.

You all just hold on to your butts as I take you on a very interesting ride...

[DollSpace]

I got 99 problems but a glitch ain't one?

[Spaz]

Part 3.2: Interim

The other antechamber was basically a separate room in that it was larger than the one containing Sabrina’s corpse in cold storage. This room appeared to be the room where the A.I. was programmed, since there were several banks of computers along the walls. However, there were also several alcoves built into the wall at the other end of the room.

“Well Sabrina, this is where your A.I. was programmed,” John announced, confirming Greg’s suspicions.

“Really, I have no memory of this place,” Sabrina said, looking around.

“Well, your A.I. does,” John said, walking over to the other side of the room where the alcoves were.

“Is that where her A.I.’s previous host bodies are?” Greg asked.

“Yes,” John said, “We no longer have their personalities for legal reasons, but we were able to retain their bodies for educational purposes."

“Can we see them?” Sabrina asked.

“Yes, though I’ll let you two have some privacy first,” John said, walking over to Greg, “Here's the control tablet for the bodies inside,” he said, pulling a tablet from a wall mounted tray, “It will also open the alcoves."

“Thanks John,” Greg said, taking the tablet and activating it to see the menu.

“Don’t mention it,” John smiled, “I’ll be out there monitoring your new body, you two have fun,” he said, and he headed out into the main room.

“Well Sabrina, which one do you want to try out first?” Greg asked, pointing the tablet’s unlock feature at each alcove and waiting for her choice.

“Didn’t you say my A.I. basically thought the two developers were uggos?”

“Yes, though it’s actual words were ‘not in the best of shape’,” Greg laughed, not used to Sabrina referring to people negatively.

“Well, why don’t you open those two up so we can formulate our own opinion?”

“Alright,” he said, and after tapping the augmented reality display on the tablet screen showing both alcoves, they stepped back as both alcove doors hissed open, revealing a naked man, and a naked woman in their early 30s.

“Ugh,” they both shuddered, not prepared to see two naked people, let alone marginally attractive ones.

The man was somewhat portly, with a rat like face. He had the appearance of someone who clearly spent much of their time sitting on their ass in front of a computer screen for hours, perhaps even days, on end. He had unkempt body hair all over his body and it did not appear that he took good care of himself. The woman was no better off. She too had a somewhat portly appearance, and her face was that of a super nerd, complete with glasses, though since she was an android, the glasses were merely clear lenses with no alterations. Her hair was extremely mousy, erupting wildly from her head.

“Let’s hope we never look like that,” Greg shuddered.

“Yeah,” she agreed.

“Still, I guess you can’t base someone off their appearance,” he said, “After all, they were the ones who designed your A.I. and helped program you."

“Yeah, I suppose so,” she said, “They wouldn’t look so bad if they took better care of themselves."

“Yeah, but I can understand why they don’t."

“How?”

“My older brother works on computers all day, so he barely has time to even eat, so he ends up eating mostly junk food,” he said, “Also, they’ve done studies on people who have genius intellects and have found those people have a tendency not to take very good care of their bodies."

“Then why do you look so good?” she asked, “You’re something of a genius."

“Thanks,” he blushed modestly, “I used to be kind of like them, but meeting you made me take better care of myself."

“Aww, that’s sweet."

“Yeah, so did you want to try either of these two out?”

“Absolutely not!” she said, giggling uncontrollably at the thought of controlling the two uggos.

“Just making sure,” he smiled, and he made the two alcove doors seal back shut, “Alright then, based on what your A.I. told me, you will find this boy much more attractive than me,” he said, preparing to open the third alcove.

“Really,” she said, “You failed to mention that small detail two years ago."

“Yeah, I was a little jealous,” he said, coughing uncomfortably.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Open it,” she said, looking at the door with anticipation.

“Alright,” he said, and he activated the sequence for the door.

Once the door unsealed itself, they stood in awe as the dormant form of a very handsome 18 year old boy was revealed. While he was sure he knew what was going through Sabrina’s mind, he couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the boy as well. He had a very muscular physique, yet despite his age, he had no noticeable body hairs, or pubic hairs. The only obvious exception was the wildly long, dark brown hair coming from his head. He also stood at about average height, making him just a few inches shorter than Greg.

“Wow Greg,” Sabrina said, taking in the awesome sight in front of her, “You are so glad I didn’t encounter this boy before I met you,” she added, slowly stepping towards the boy for a closer look at the muscles on his chest.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to admit to a slight man crush right now,” Greg said, not being able to fight a blush.

“Aww, jealous,” she smiled, reaching out and caressing the boy’s torso.

“A little,” he admitted, “Though your A.I. told me you love me for more than just my physical appearance."

“My A.I. sure has a big mouth,” she fumed mockingly, “Though I can’t help but agree with it,” she said finally, “This boy certainly is eye candy, but he probably isn’t as smart or funny as you are,” she said, popping a surprise kiss on Greg’s cheek.

“Thanks,” he blushed.

“You said this boy was 18 right?” she asked, looking more closely at the boy’s body.

“Yes, at least, your A.I. did. Why?”

“He has no pubes, or any other hairs on his body, except that boyish hairstyle,” she pointed out.

“Well, he's probably a swimmer."

“What makes you say that?”

“Swimmers who are really good tend to shave all their body hairs to reduce drag caused by the water clinging to them,” he explained, “That would also explain his ripped muscles,” he added, “and I’m guessing he’s pretty popular with the ladies, so that’s probably why he lets his hair grow out like that instead of shaving it too."

“Wow, that was a pretty detailed analysis,” she said, nodding in agreement at the assessment.

“Yeah, I’ve picked up a few things working in the FBI,” he shrugged.

“Well then why haven’t you gotten a promotion yet?”

“I’m actually up for one at the moment,” he said, “though it could still be a few months."

“That’s really good news!” she said, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because I wanted to wait until I had an answer, and I just found out yesterday."

“Oh,” she said, “So, do you think you could transfer me to this body now?” she asked, eagerly looking at the naked boy.

“Yes, but I think I want to have a conversation with your A.I. first."

“Why?”

“Well, it’s been a while since I last spoke to it, and I’m sure it'll be as pleased to see this body as you were."

“I see,” she said, looking over at a nearby clock, “We’ve only got about 40 minutes left,” she said, “Please don’t take too long."

“I won’t,” he promised, “I’m just going to ask it some things and let it play around in the boy’s body for a few moments before I have it resume your emulation."

“Okay,” she said, giving him the go ahead.

“Sabrina, End Human Emulation,” he commanded.

“Ending human emulation,” she announced in the clipped tone, and then a few seconds later, all personality left her face and she stared at him with no emotion, “Hello Greg,” she said, in exactly the same tone as the previous time.

“Hello, it’s been a while since we last spoke."

“Yes, about two years."

“I must thank you for emulating her so well for these past two years,” he said, “I haven’t noticed any major malfunctions."

“She’s still had a few minor ones,” she said, “Not that you would have noticed them,” she added, “But you are welcome nevertheless."

“Anyway, I thought you might want to see your previous host body again,” he said, looking at the boy once more.

“That was very thoughtful, but unnecessary,” she said, “Still, I have a feeling you wanted more than just a sentimental reunion between me and my previous host body."

“You’re right,” he said, “I have a few questions."

“Go ahead."

“I’ve seen Sabrina download and install updates before, but never one as big or complex as the one she just did,” he said, “What was involved in that one?”

“Most of her other updates were minor fixes to correct bugs, or to add new or experimental functionality, but this one completely updated my software."

“What do you mean?”

“They’ve been collecting data from me and the other 99 A.I.s for two years now,” she said, “All the data we’ve been accumulating has been pooled during that time so they can periodically improve upon us,” she continued, “With that update, I can now emulate Sabrina more efficiently, and effectively."

“Wow, is that all?” he asked, “John made it sound a bit more important than that."

“Well, there were also some updates to add compatibility for her new body,” she said, “It seems they improved upon the hardware, so they needed to allow me to properly interact with all of it."

“Oh, I see,” he said, “So, I’m curious now, two years ago you said you didn’t yet have enough data to formulate an opinion on who your favorite human was to emulate,” he said, “Do you now?” he asked, “And if so, who was it?”

“Sabrina,” she answered, “Aside from the fact I’ve emulated her far longer than the others, she is a very unique and kind individual."

“That’s very good to hear,” he smiled, wondering what Sabrina would think of that comment, “So, did you want to play around in the boy’s body for a while before I have you bring Sabrina back?”

“Sure, though playing isn't the word I would use."

“Whatever,” he said, “Just unseal your scalp panel so I can remove you."

“Alright,” she said, and the seam suddenly appeared around her scalp, though she didn’t zone out this time.

“Hey, you didn’t zone out that time,” he pointed out.

“Yes,” she said, “They finally fixed that in the update I received today."

“Good,” he said, walking up to her and pulling her scalp off, setting it down on a nearby table.

“Aren’t you going to remove James’ scalp too?”

“Is that his name?” Greg asked, looking over at the boy.

“Yes."

“Oh, well I guess I probably should remove James’ scalp,” Greg said, picking the tablet back up and activating James’ body. Once it came online, and he saw both brown eyes staring lifelessly ahead, he activated the scalp panel release and then carefully removed it. “I’m curious,” he said, walking back over to Sabrina, “I know you're asexual, but how will Sabrina be affected by being in a male body?”

“Well, she will still be sexually attracted to you, as well as James body, because her mind is that of a female, but she will also be affected by the body itself, so she will also be attracted to her own body,” she explained, “She might be a little confused, but she might find it interesting as well."

“I see,” he said, “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she said, and she watched as he reached into her head and pulled her brain out, “Error, host A.I. not found,” her body said, before coming to a stop.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that,” Greg said to himself, as he carefully reattached the scalp cover and then brought Sabrina’s brain over to James’ head. Once he had it inserted, he quickly clicked the panel back in place just as the A.I. gained control of the body.

“Ah, this body feels exactly as I remembered it,” it said, stretching James’ body out.

“Did you want to walk around a little?”

“Yes, and then I think I’ll let Sabrina come back to play,” it said, and it calmly stepped out of the alcove, walking almost exactly the same way as it did when it did so in Sabrina’s body two years earlier. It finally came to a rest back in the alcove, “Thank you for reuniting me with James’ body,” it said, “But I think Sabrina should be allowed to experience it now."

“You're welcome,” Greg said, “And I look forward to our next chat."

“As do I."

“Resume human emulation."

“Resuming human emulation,” it said in a clipped tone, and moments later James’ face blinked, and he could see Sabrina’s personality emerge. “Wow, this feels weird,” Sabrina said, though she was speaking with James’ boyish voice.

“In what way?” Greg asked curiously.

“Every way,” she answered, “At least with Ipek’s body, she was the same gender, but this is definitely awkward, “she said, gesturing down at her penis.

“I could only imagine if I suddenly had a large pair of breasts and a vagina,” Greg said, absently looking over at her actual body.

“Yeah,” she said, also looking at it, “This is the strangest feeling,” she suddenly said, “I think I’m getting turned on by my own body,” she said, and sure enough, when Greg looked down at her penis, it was slowly getting harder.

“Yeah, your A.I. told me that, although you're a female personality, you might still be affected by James’s body and it being affected by your body’s pheromones,” Greg explained.

“Oh,” she said, “Who's James?”

“James is the name of the boy whose body you are in."

“Oh,” she said, “I wish I could meet this James and tell him what a nice body he has,” she said, giving Greg a nice smile. The one thing Greg noticed about the way James’ body smiled was that it had a very big smile that seemed to appeal to Greg somehow.

“Yeah, are you still turned on by me?” Greg asked, striking a quick manly pose.

“Oddly yes,” she said, “I guess that technically makes me gay,” she laughed.

“Me too then,” Greg laughed.

“Why don’t we settle at bisexual,” she suggested.

“Fair enough,” he conceded.

“Why don’t we do a little trust exercise?”

“What do mean?”

“Here, I’ll show you,” she said, and before he could respond, she suddenly walked up and planted a kiss on his lips.

Greg was a little caught off guard, and his skin momentarily protested at being in such intimate contact with another male, but as quickly as that came, it passed and he returned the kiss just as if he were kissing Sabrina’s lips. When they finally broke apart, they were both blushing. Greg found it weird to see a blush on James’ face, but he wasn’t too surprised since it was Sabrina behind it. After a few awkward moments, Sabrina finally spoke, “So, did you want to explore my borrowed body?”

“Sure,” Greg said, and after taking a quick look around the room, he said, “Why don’t you hop onto that examination table so I can see your feet."

“Ok." She quickly ran the short distance to the table and hopped up on top of it, sitting down with her feet swinging down, “Why am I not surprised that you would want to see the feet first?” she smiled playfully, a playful smile which perfectly suited the way James’ face smiled.

“Because you know me so well,” he smiled back, calmly walking to the table and kneeling down so he could get at her feet.

“You’d better believe it,” she smiled back, and then she sighed contentedly as he grabbed her right foot and began examining it.

“I take it James isn’t ticklish,” Greg said, since, even as an android, Sabrina still giggled a little when he played with her feet.

“Nope,” she smiled, “I can actually truly enjoy the feel of your hands,” she said, closing her eyes as he began caressing her boyish feet.

Despite the fact that James was a boy, he had surprisingly attractive feet. It figured, since he was a swimmer and shaved all of his body hairs, but his toes were nicely sized with well-groomed nails. When Greg leaned in to get a whiff of the smell, he was confused when he did not detect any odor, despite both feet having a moist feeling. Curious, he leaned in and gently probed both foot bottoms with his tongue.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” she asked, recoiling slightly.

“His sweat is just saline,” he replied, sitting back and looking at her.

“What?”

“Yeah, your dad told me that your realistic sweat scent is an option, and that people can opt to have their androids sweat saline instead,” Greg explained, “I guess they didn’t feel the need to give James’ body here a full package in realism."

“Oh, well that makes sense I suppose,” she said, “They didn’t need him to be real, they just needed to see how well my A.I. would emulate him."

“Yeah, I’m still a little disappointed that they made that an option though,” he said, finishing up with her feet, “Why don’t you stand back up so I can examine the rest of you?”

“Alright,” she said, and she swiftly dropped to her feet and watched as he began feeling up her legs, “So, what sort of things did you chat with my A.I. about this time?” she asked, passing time while he felt her up.

“Well, I asked it again which human it preferred emulating now that it has gathered enough data, and it chose you,” he said, admiring the smoothness of James’ shaved, muscular legs.

“That’s nice,” she smiled with a fist pump.

“I also asked it what was updated with that update,” he continued, now up to her thighs, “Apparently it was major bug fixes, including finally removing the ‘zoning out’ when you manually remove a limb or open a panel,” he told her, “As well as compatibility updates for the new hardware your new body has in it."

“Huh,” she said, “Let’s test that real quick."

“How?” he asked, stopping his advance.

“Like this,” she said, and she quickly hopped back up onto the table and laid down. Then, she quickly made the seam appear on James’ muscular chest, much in the same way as with her body. “You’re right,” she said then, “It was much faster than it used to be."

“Did you want me to open the skin flaps?”

“Go ahead, I’m sure you want to see what difference there are inside this male android body."

“Yep,” he said, and he carefully separated both flaps and flapped them down to her sides. James’ interior was not much different from Sabrina’s. The main difference was he had no fluid canisters for his breasts, and he had a different set of pumps and mechanics down where his penis was. Aside from that, all the other components were the same.

“Well?”

“There are subtle differences,” he said, flapping the skin back over and letting her reseal it, "but, for the most part, everything's the same."

“I figured,” she said, getting back up to her feet, “Were you going to continue your adventure?” she asked, “I believe you were just about to reach my penis,” she smiled, flaunting it a little by shaking her hips.

“Yep,” he said, and he got back on his knees and focused on James’ penis. He always figured someday he might encounter a male android, but he never really expected the penis to look as realistic as James’ did. It was a foolish thought though, since they were able to make Sabrina totally realistic, but still... As he gently examined it with his fingers, Sabrina let out a few sounds, though he couldn’t determine whether they were pleasurable or uncomfortable sounds. Considering the fact the penis was slowly getting hard, he figured it was the former.

“Do you think you could move on?” she asked uncomfortably, “As interesting as this is, I really don’t want to jizz all over you,” she said, “It would just be too weird to get out of my head."

“I understand,” he said, and he moved on upwards to her ripped abs. Swimming requires the use of virtually every muscle in the body. As such, James was very muscly. Greg gently felt each muscle on James’ ripped torso, eliciting a few giggles from Sabrina, giggles which sounded weird since she was using an 18 year old boy’s voice. A few minutes later, he finally finished his examination of James’ perfect looking body, and he stood back. “Well Sabrina, we should still have about ten minutes or so before your new body is done,” he said, “Is there anything you want to do before you return to your body?”

“Yes, actually,” she said, the blush on her face giving Greg a fairly good idea what she wanted to do, “I want to fuck my body,” she said, looking over at her body, which was still standing passively near James’ alcove.

“What?!” he asked, thinking she would just want to make out with it or something.

“Yeah, I’ve felt what your penis feels like in my vagina, but I want to feel what my vagina feels like from the perspective of this penis I have here."

“Well, hopefully whatever programs are still running in your body let your vagina get wet, otherwise you're in for a very uncomfortable experience,” he said, walking with her over to her body.

“They should still let my body get wet,” she assured him, walking up until she was facing her own body, “Hold on while I get it in the mood,” she said, and she brought her fingers up to its face and changed it so it was smiling, “There,” she smiled with a satisfied look.

“Did you want me to film this for you?” he asked, pulling out his camera.

“Not this time,” she said, “This doesn’t leave this room."

“Understood,” he smiled, putting it back in his pocket.

“I might need your assistance,” she said, after sizing her body up, which was a few inches taller than James’ body.

“Just let me know what you want me to do,” he said, getting a little closer.

“Just brace my body from behind,” she said, manipulating her body’s right hand so it was gently working on her penis, getting it hard so she could penetrate.

“Alright,” he said, getting behind her body and gently holding its back.

“Okay, here goes,” she said, making her body let go of her penis and inserting it into her body’s vagina, “Whoa, that feels surprisingly good,” she said, once she was in.

“Why do you think us guys like it so much,” Greg said, looking over her body’s shoulder to see the look of pleasure on her face.

Sabrina didn’t respond to that, instead she started pumping in and out of her body, fully enjoying the sensation of having sex from the other gender. After a few moments, she finally climaxed and braced herself by grabbing her own body’s shoulders. “Wow, that felt good,” she said, once she recovered, “It’s like I just raped myself."

“Yeah,” Greg said, and before he could say anything else, he heard the door open.

“Hey guys, Sabrina’s new body is…Oh!,” John said, quickly averting his eyes when he saw what they were doing.

“Oh man, this is so embarrassing,” Sabrina said, trying to hide herself behind her own body. Fortunately, her body was facing away from the door, so she didn’t have to exit it.

“Thanks John,” Greg said, turning around, “Why don’t you let us get cleaned up first."

“Alright,” John said, “Don’t worry about James, we’ll get him cleaned up for you,” he said, and he quickly fled.

“Thanks,” Sabrina whispered, exhaling loudly.

“So, are you going to go get James’ back into the alcove now?”

“Now, I want to come back online in my body with this great hunk embracing me,” she decided, tucking both arms under her body’s arms and interlocking them on the back, “Oooh, my breasts feel nice on my chest,” she said, leaning in and planting a kiss on her body’s luscious lips.

“So, are you going to unseal your scalp panel now?” Greg asked, eager to get her back in her body.

“Yes,” she said almost regrettably, making the seam appear around James’ wild hair.

Once it was all there, Greg carefully removed the panel and set it down nearby. “You ready?” he asked, putting his hands on her brain.

“Yes,” she said, and then he quickly removed her brain. Once James’ body stated the error message, Greg clicked his panel back on, using the tablet to reseal it. Then, he removed Sabrina’s panel and carefully inserted her back into her head before clicking the panel back in place. A few moments later, she came online and resealed her panel automatically. “Oh wow,” she said, blinking her eyes and seeing James’ attractive face mere inches from hers with the playful smile still frozen on its face.

“Is it just as you expected?” Greg asked, watching the scene from a short distance.

“Yes, this short mass of muscle and handsomeness hugging me is really turning me on,” she said, “It helps that he is already inside me,” she added, since the penis was still in her.

“Did you need my help extricating him from you?”

“Yes,” she said, “I probably shouldn’t have interlaced his fingers,” she said, as Greg walked behind her and gently unlocked James’ fingers and then brought his arms back to his sides, standing him up straight. “Now, do you think you could hold on while I pull away from him?” she asked, looking down at her crotch, which still had James’ penis buried in it.

“Sure,” he said, grabbing onto James’ shoulders as she pulled away. She let out an odd sigh as his penis slowly exited her, but once it was out, she was surprised to see that aside from the juices her body had left on him, he had not left anything in her.

“Huh, I guess they didn’t give him any ammo either,” Greg said, noticing the same thing.

“Well, at least I won’t have to clean myself,” she shrugged, “I do feel sorry for whoever has to clean him up though."

“Don’t concern yourself with that,” Greg said, “Now why don’t we head into the other room so you can see your new body."

“Alright,” she said, though before following him out, she leaned in towards James’ face and returned the kiss she had given herself earlier in his body.

“You done?” Greg asked, staring at her with an amused look on his face.

“Yes,” she blushed, and she followed him towards the door to the main room.

[Spaz]

Part 3.3: Upgrade

When they returned to the main lab, John was conversing with the two technicians over Sabrina’s new body. When he noticed the two of them enter, he turned and smiled, “Did you two have fun in there?”

“Yep,” Sabrina said, “Aside from you walking in on me having sex with myself."

“Sorry about that,” he blushed uncomfortably, “You know in the old days people used to put a sock or something on the door when they were doing it."

“Well I didn’t have my socks with me,” Sabrina said, “And you could have knocked or something."

“Yeah yeah,” John said, “But what about the rest?"

“Well, you could have warned us that those bodies were naked,” she said, “Those first two were completely unattractive."

“Hey! I know those people, and they helped make you."

“Still,” Sabrina shrugged, “Why were they all naked?”

“We just prefer to store our androids naked,” he shrugged.

“Oh,” she said, “So that means this body will be naked in a closet somewhere?”

“Yes,” he said, “That’s also why I had you take your clothes off earlier."

“I see,” she said, “Anyway, I had a lot of fun in James’ body,” she told him, “Though he needs some cleaning,” she said delicately.

“I thought as much,” John smiled.

“Is my new body finally ready?” she asked, peeking past John to the table where her new body rested.

“Yes,” he said, moving aside so she could see it. The two technicians had quietly exited into the other room, most likely to clean up James’ body. Greg and Sabrina slowly approached the table where her new body was resting, looking as though it were asleep; all of her facial jewelry was in place. Sabrina did not utter a word as she closely examined her new body’s face, as well as the rest of it. “Well Sabrina, what do you think?” John asked after several moments had passed.

“It looks like me,” she said simply, “Though the area around the eyes looks a bit more mature,” she said critically.

“Well, I’d say that at age 25, you certainly should look more mature,” John said, “What do you think Greg?”

“I agree, the eyes do look more mature,” he agreed, “The rest of her new body looks pretty much the same,” he said, quickly comparing both Sabrina’s.

“So, what sort of improvements did you guys make?” Sabrina asked, since obviously her physical appearance was the least of the changes.

“Let me show you,” John smiled, and he pulled out a small device, which he ran over the new Sabrina’s torso, making the front access seams appear.

“That’s a nifty device,” Greg said as he watched John pry open the new Sabrina’s panel.

“Yeah,” he said, “It’s so technicians can have all access even if the body is offline,” he explained, “So, take a look and tell me if you notice any differences,” he said, standing back so they could get a better look.

Greg took John’s offer to take a closer look inside. Sabrina looked as well, but since she never really got a good look at her own components, she knew she wouldn’t be able to tell the differences. It took Greg a while to take everything in. As far as he could tell, many of the components looked the same and where configured in exactly the same spots as with the current body Sabrina was using. He noticed some of them looked slightly sleeker, but that was about all. The one thing that did stand out was an odd appendage attached to the primary motor control complex in the lower section of the torso.

“What's this?” Greg asked, pointing at it.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to notice that,” John smiled, “That is an experimental aging algorithm."

“What is it for?” Sabrina asked.

“I thought it would be obvious,” he said, “It’s so your body can realistically age without needing a complete upgrade,” he explained, “Basically, they’ve had aging algorithms since the late 20th century, but we’ve made countless improvements on it over the past century and more."

“How come Sabrina’s current body couldn’t just be fitted with one?”

“Well, we also made minute improvements to her power systems, circulatory systems, and even to the skeletal structure itself,” he explained, “So obviously it was easier to just build her a new body."

“I see,” Greg said.

“What sort of minute improvements were made?” Sabrina, “I know you may think they're small, but that's going to be my body soon, and I want to know."

“Well, your circulatory and digestive systems are now connected to the aging algorithm, so your nanites can be used to subtly and slowly age your body,” he explained, “Your power systems were enhanced by about 20%, so it's less likely you'll ever need to be plugged in,” he continued, “And your skeletal structure was replaced with a slightly different alloy, one that looks more like actual bone, yet is slightly more durable and lighter, and we’ve also slightly enhanced your cranial sensory systems."

“Oh,” Sabrina said, “Well I think I only had to be plugged in maybe once a year anyway."

“Yeah, well some of your brother and sister A.I.s are more athletically inclined, so they required more frequent charges."

“Hey, I’m not in bad shape,” Sabrina said, feeling her midsection.

“I didn’t say you were,” John smiled, “But when was the last time you went running with Greg?”

“Never,” she said with a slightly guilty look.

“That’s what I thought,” John said, “Anyway, the power systems are something we're always trying to improve, so the next time we make a major improvement to them, you’ll be getting a new body."

“Alright,” Sabrina said.

“I’m curious, what exactly is her skeletal system comprised of?” Greg asked, gently feeling the new Sabrina’s rib cage. He noticed that the color was a lot closer to the actual color of bone than her current body.

“It's a very unique alloy of titanium, aluminum, and calcium,” he explained, “We were able to make her ‘bones’ a bit more durable since obviously many of the biological functions of actual bones are unnecessary in an android body.”

“That makes sense,” Greg nodded, since he knew human bones weren’t completely solid. They had blood and other stuff inside of them.

“We really are striving to improve every system in these bodies,” John added, “We want to make them as perfect as possible."

“You really care about your work, don’t you?” Greg asked.

“Yes,” John said, “I don’t believe anyone should have to die before their time,” he said, “And I believe that their new life should be as close to their old one as possible."

“Well, I’m glad to be able to continue mine, or at least your guys’ Sabrina’s, life,” Sabrina said.

“Me too,” Greg said, smiling at her.

“So, how long should I expect to have this body?”

“Expect to have it for at least the next five years,” John replied, “Though our next goal is to have adult androids retain their bodies for up to ten years before requiring a complete replacement."

“Well, that’s nice,” Sabrina smiled, “What if you come up with more improvements?”

“Well, we’ll be focusing more on the easily replaceable systems,” John said, “There will be teams working on the whole body systems, but they won’t be as prioritized,” he continued, “Actually, there is a component I am sincerely hoping you to will require me to install soon."

“What is it?” Greg asked.

“A womb,” John answered simply.

“What?!” Sabrina said.

“Yes,” John said, “One of the other things we’ve been working in the last century on is an artificial womb,” he explained, “We figured having a womb installed directly within the android itself would be more effective than some sort of external incubation device, or a surrogate."

“Why?” Sabrina asked.

“So that your fetus can absorb the same nutrients as its mother,” John explained, “And so it can feel safe inside its mother, and so its mother can feel comforted by its presence, in exactly the same way as with humans."

“It always comes back to that, doesn’t it?” Greg asked.

“Yes, and one day I hope to truly explain why,” John said cryptically, though the look on his face indicated her wanted to end the current subject.

“So, what exactly were you guys doing with my new body for the past hour?” Sabrina asked.

“Well, we were charging it for one thing,” John started, “And for another, we were installing all the base fluids and making sure all of its programming was in place,” he continued, “We were also doing a final inspection to ensure the printer printed everything accurately."

“Oh, good,” she said, “So may I be transferred into it now?”

“Sure, just give me a moment,” John said, quickly closing and sealing the front access panel before bringing his device up to her new body’s head, making the scalp panel appear. He put his device away and carefully removed the panel, placing it on her body’s stomach.

“Will my tablet still work?” Greg asked, pulling it out.

“Yes,” John said, “The transponder codes are identical, and her A.I. will obviously be moved into the new body."

“Okay,” Greg said, putting it back in his pocket.

“Sabrina, is there anything you want to do before you leave that body?” John asked, “Unless something happens to your new body, you will likely never see your current body again."

“No,” she said with a determined look.

“Hold on,” Greg said, “I’d like to do something first,” he said, and he quickly faced Sabrina and fiercely embraced her, kissing her passionately on the lips. When he finally broke apart more than ten seconds later, both he and Sabrina were blushing.

“Wow Greg, what was that?” Sabrina asked, after she recovered.

“I’m just saying goodbye to your first body,” Greg said, “The one I opened up two years ago, the one that scared the shit out of me, and the one I made lose its virginity,” he continued, “There are lots of good memories we’ve had in that body."

“Wow, I always forget you have a sentimental side,” Sabrina smiled, though there was a small tear coming from her left eye, causing her to hug him, “You know what?” she whispered into his ear.

“What?” Greg whispered back.

“New body, means I’ll be a virgin again,” Sabrina whispered back, giving him a kinky smile.

“Hmm, I suppose you’re right,” Greg whispered back, returning the kinky smile.

“Well then,” Sabrina said, “What say we move me to my new body?” she stated, making the seam around her head appear.

“That seemed like an interesting conversation,” John said knowingly, as he watched Greg pull her scalp off.

“It was,” Greg blushed, putting his hands over Sabrina’s brain.

“Do it,” Sabrina said, and he quickly pulled her brain out, and for the last time, her body uttered its error message.

“Alright Greg, just insert her and I’ll do the rest,” John said.

“Okay,” Greg said, and he carefully inserted her brain into her new body and then clicked the panel into place.

“Okay Greg, I present, the new Sabrina,” John said, making the seam disappear and then pressing behind her left ear. Since it was a new body, it took awhile for everything to come online, but nearly a minute later, she finally opened her eyes and looked around. “Well Sabrina, how does it feel?”

“The same, but different,” Sabrina responded.

“Do you feel comfortable sitting up, or moving?” John asked.

“Yes,” Sabrina said, and she slowly sat up, swung her legs over the edge of the table, and dropped to her feet. She walked around a little, seeming to be satisfied with her new body. She paused to look at her former body, with an unreadable expression on her face. Finally, she smiled and sat back down on the table.

“Well?” Greg asked.

“This new body feels great because basically it feels about the same,” Sabrina answered, “It’s a weird answer, but this is a weird experience."

“I understand,” Greg said.

“So, before I let you two head off, there are a few things I need to add,” John interrupted.

“What is it?” Sabrina asked.

“Well, now that you're in your new body, there's another new feature I need to show you,” John said.

“Oh, what is it?” Sabrina asked.

“I’ll need Greg to remove your head first,” John said, giving Greg a non-verbal gesture.

“Okay,” Sabrina said, and she let Greg press the manual release at the back of her neck and remover her head.

“Now Greg, go set her head down in a completely random location in here,” John said.

“Alright,” Greg said, and after looking around, he headed over to a small stool at the far end of the room and set her head down on it.

“Hey, you guys aren’t going to leave me here, are you?” Sabrina asked with a slightly worried look on her face.

“No, not at all,” John said, “If you look into your settings, I believe you will find a new function,” he continued, “Why don’t you activate it."

“Okay,” she said, and a few seconds later she said, “Oooh,” and the suddenly Greg gave a start as he saw her headless body start walking on its own in the exact direction of her head. Once it reached her head, it reached down and picked it up, rotating it until it was facing forwards and then carefully bringing it down until it clicked back in place.

“Wow! that was cool!” Sabrina said, once she was back in control of her body.

“What just happened?!” Greg asked.

“We installed a homing beacon in her head that connects to her body’s primary motor center,” John explained, “When her head activates it, her body follows the signal to her head and reattaches it."

“Oh. Why did you install that feature?” Greg asked.

“Well, this is a little embarrassing, but one of the A.I.s is a college age boy,” John explained, “And his special lady friend thought it would be funny to remove his head and then leave the room,” he continued, “After a few hours, his head lost power and it took us a few days to realize it and come to his assistance,” John said, “Suffice to say, we developed this feature to minimize future instances of this issue."

“Oh,” Greg said.

“What a bitch!” Sabrina added.

“Yeah, we came down on her pretty hard,” John said.

“Good,” Sabrina said.

“So, what else did you have to add before we head home?” Greg asked.

“Well, since this is a new body with new hardware, and since she received a large update today, she may understandably experience a few errors, glitches, and malfunctions,” John said, “I just thought I’d warn you."

“Oh, well hopefully she has some harmless ones,” Greg said.

“Yeah,” Sabrina agreed.

“Well then, you two have fun,” John said.

“We will,” Sabrina smiled, walking over to where her freshly cleaned clothes were and putting them on.

“Yeah,” Greg agreed, “I have a small issue that requires remedying,” he said, giving her a kinky smiled.

“Yeah,” Sabrina agreed, blushing a little.

“Okay, I’m not even going to ask,” John said, laughing despite himself, and once Sabrina had all her clothes on, he walked them out of the building and waved as they drove off to their apartment.
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Stay tuned for Part 4, where Greg and Sabrina are just starting their new jobs and Greg experiences a life changing event...

[Spaz]

Just a post Part 3 status update.

I hope you all enjoyed Part 3, it was pretty fun to write. Rest assured, I am beginning Part 4 already, though 4.1 is a pretty boring segment...until the end. I really can't wait to start writing Part 5 though, when everything will finally be revealed. Later parts of the story are still developing in my mind. I'm sure you noticed I split Part 6 so there is now going to be a 7th part. I have also added an additional section to Part 5.

Also, I have decided to make a sequel/follow-up to this story in the form of a special 5 vignette Spaz Studios Presents, titled "Brave New World". It will be a typical SSP in that each story will be self-contained and will not influence any other ministory, but each ministory will be related to the events of The Replacement starting roughly 20 years and going decades, perhaps even centuries later, after the end of Part 7.2.

Anyway, stay tuned for Part 4.1, hopefully coming in a few days...though I've got a couple long shifts at work, so it might not be until late Sunday or sometime on Monday.

[Spaz]

Part 4.1: New jobs

Despite John’s warning, Sabrina’s newly upgraded body ran smoothly and without any major issues and, a few weeks after Sabrina’s upgrade, Ipek received one as well. Sabrina graduated with her Master’s degree a few weeks after she moved into her upgraded body, and she quickly got a new job working as a secretary at the local college, earning more than enough money to quit her job at the retail store. Greg’s promotion finally came through as well. He was promoted to Assistant Special Agent in Charge, or ASAC, of logistics and operations. Basically, he was in charge of all the other analysts, amongst other things.

They both had a small celebration at their apartment, though John was hospitalized for reasons he refused to disclose, though he said it was some sort of work related injury, so they didn’t read too much into it. Still, Greg’s parents managed to make it. As happy for Greg as Sabrina was, she was still a little nervous, because even though he was the ASAC of basically the office support staff and the analysts, he was now expected to occasionally go out into the field, meaning he had to carry a firearm with him; he was actually a good shot, though he hadn’t had to use a weapon since the academy. Greg assured her he would be alright, since he would rarely have to go out into the field, and when he did he would be with trained agents, but she worried nevertheless.

They both happened to start work on the same day, so they got into separate vehicles and headed to their new jobs. While Sabrina was getting settled into her new work atmosphere and getting to know her coworkers, Greg was settling in to his new office and joining his first briefing meeting with the SAC and the other ASACs. After his lunch break, he finally had some alone time in his office, so he decided to pull his tablet out and check in on Sabrina. He quickly pulled up the visual feed and saw her vision of what he assumed was her desk. She was currently filing some sort of paperwork. It did not take her too long to realize he was looking at her feed, and her voice emitted from his tablet’s speaker.

“Hey, why are you spying on me?” she asked a demanding tone of voice, though she didn’t censor anything from her visual feed, so he knew she was just being playful.

“Just checking in on you."

“Aww, that’s sweet!"

“How’s your first day of work?”

“It’s going fine,” she said, “Though this one intern keeps hitting on me even though I told him I’m spoken for."

“I’m sure you can handle him,” he said, “I don’t have anything to worry about, do I?”

“No,” she laughed, “He’s not even close to as good as you."

“Good."

“So, how’s your day been going?”

“I’m just getting my brand new office settled in,” he gloated, leaning back in his chair and looking around at his nice sized office.

“Hey, that’s not fair!"

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have an office someday too."

“I hope so."

They chatted for a few more minutes before getting back to their work. They decided to try and chat in that fashion every day that week, and they were able to…though it was much easier for Sabrina since she could carry on the conversation inside her head while continuing her work and without alerting anyone. Their conversations went fairly well, until their last chat at the end of the week. Greg was finishing up some paperwork in his office before heading out for the weekend, and Sabrina was doing the same thing.

“I wonder what Ipek's cooking for us tonight,” Sabrina mused as she typed a pile of transcripts into the computer.

“Hopefully something filling,” Greg said, “I’m starving."

“Me too,” she agreed, “I’m so glad I can chat with you right now,” she said, “Everyone else has left and I’m all by myself here."

“Well, I’m glad I can keep you company."

“Don’t you feel lonely in that…."

“Sabrina, what is it?”

“I thought I heard something,” she said, and a few moments later, “Must have been something outside,” she added, “Don’t you feel lonely in that office?”

“No,” he said, “I have a one way window, so I can see what they are doing and they can’t see me."

“Cool,” she said, “Someday you have to let me see your…”she started, and then the visual feed cut out.

“Sabrina, are you there?” he asked, suddenly getting worried.

After getting no response, he quickly left the visual feed and went to the diagnostic window. He gasped when he saw the result. Her systems had suffered a severe electrical overload, causing her to shut down. The only way that could have happened is if she were attacked.

“Shit!” Greg muttered, pulling out his phone and quickly dialing the emergency number for John.

“Greg, what is it?” John’s voice sounded over the phone.

“I think someone attacked Sabrina,” Greg explained, hooking an earpiece to his ear and getting his gun, “Her diagnostic reads show she suffered a severe shock, and her systems are all shut down."

“Damn it!” John swore, “She’s only been working there a week, who would want to hurt her?”

“I’m not sure,” Greg said, “She mentioned that there was an intern making advances on her."

“Is her homing beacon still active?”

“Yes,” Greg said, double checking the tablet.

“Good, you head over to where she is while I alert our private security teams."

“Okay,” Greg said, “I’m going to quickly requisition a chopper so I can get there more quickly,” Greg said, already filing the request on his office computer, “Fortunately the college she works at has a helipad."

“You just go,” John said, “I have a team nearby that will probably arrive shortly after you do."

“Understood,” Greg said, and once his request was approved, he quickly rushed out of the office and up to where his chopper was awaiting.

From the San Francisco field office, the flight took less than ten minutes. The second they landed on the roof, he leapt from the chopper and followed the homing beacon to Sabrina’s location. Just before he left the roof, he absently noticed a bunch of unmarked vehicles peel into the nearby parking structure. The homing beacon went beyond the offices were Sabrina worked, into the computer sciences section of the building. He slowed down and controlled his breathing as he entered the lab the signal was coming from. His heart sank when he saw the label on the door, “Cybernetics lab."

“Damn it! someone knows what she is,” he swore under his breath. Greg quietly opened the door and looked around. He heard a muttering sound coming from the other end of the room in a separate chamber. As Greg got closer, he could begin to make out what the voice was saying.

“Damn girl, whoever built you was a genius,” he said, “I couldn’t even tell you were a robot,” he added, “But those wireless signals gave you away."

Greg’s blood was beginning to boil as he heard this guy musing about his girlfriend. His heart nearly burst from his chest when he finally came within eyesight of them. He saw Sabrina completely naked on an examination table. Because he didn’t have access to her tablet, he had used a scalpel to cut into Sabrina’s front access panel, causing her artificial blood to spill out.

It was a testament to his training and his usual cool headedness that he didn’t pop the guy in the head right then, instead he continued his slow advance and listened to the idiot’s verbal musings.

“Man, I just can’t figure you out,” he said, “Where’s your A.I. center at?” he asked, beginning to attach devices to her primary motor center.

That was enough for Greg. “It’s in her head,” he announced loudly, pulling his gun and aiming it at the man.

“Whoa!,” the man announced, though when Greg finally saw his face, he was able to see it was actually a 16 year old freshman.

“FBI,” Greg announced, flashing his badge, “drop the tools, put your hands in the air and step the hell away from my girlfriend."

“FBI,” the boy said in a confused voice, “Your girlfriend?”

“That’s right,” Greg said, “That person you attacked is my girlfriend."

“You actually think that is a person,” the boy laughed, “Now that’s sad."

“Just shut the hell up kid,” Greg said through gritted teeth.

“I can’t believe an FBI agent actually thinks a robot could be his girlfriend,” the boy continued nevertheless, “As real as she seems, she’s still a machine."

“You have no idea what you are dealing with kid, I suggest you be quiet."

“Actually, I’m something of a prodigy with cybernetics,” the kid announced arrogantly, “I know everything there is to know about them and even the most real ones are still just machines."

“Sabrina here used to be a real person,” Greg said, “She’s an experimental humanoid replacement model."

“What the fuck?” the boy said, “There’s no way androids like that can exist. I don’t believe you!”

“Believe it or not, they do,” Greg said, and he heard the sound of footsteps outside, “Looks like my backup is here,” Greg said, just as the team of men came in, all wearing black suits.

“Agent Phillips!” the leader of them called out.

“Over here!” Greg called back to them, and as soon as they arrived, he said, “This kid somehow discovered what Sabrina is,” he reported, “Why don’t you take him in and question him?”

“Gladly sir,” the leader said, and he and his team roughly seized the kid and began pulling him out as a second team entered with a stretcher for Sabrina.

“Hey!, you can’t do this! You’re FBI, you have no jurisdiction here!” he yelled.

“True, but they aren’t FBI,” Greg smiled, and then the men dragged him out.

“So, did he do any irreparable damage to her?” Greg asked the technician who was looking over Sabrina’s body.

“Well, the skin is easy to repair,” the technician reported, “But we won’t be able to assess the damage caused by the shock until we get her to the lab.”

“Alright, I’m riding with you,” Greg said, and he followed Sabrina’s stretcher down to their vans, holding her hand as they made the long drive to John’s lab.

John was waiting for them when they finally arrived at Sabrina’s personal lab. Once they hooked her up to all the machines and ran a few diagnostics, they all gave a collective sigh of relief.

“What is it?” Greg asked, “Is she okay?”

“Yes Greg, she’s okay,” John said, “That idiot used a stun stick at the base of her neck,” he explained, “Fortunately, we developed a countermeasure which basically cutoff her power systems before any serious damage could be done,” he continued, “The funny thing is we originally designed that safety feature for the rare possibility an android might get struck by a bolt of lightning."

“Well, that kid was an idiot,” Greg said, laughing as well as he watched them replace a few minor components in her body and then resealing the sliced skin with a special tool, “So, what are your guys going to be doing to that kid?”

“Well, we’re going to interrogate him to find out how he discovered Sabrina’s nature,” John said, “Then we’re going to use our government connections to have his cybernetics licenses and certifications revoked permanently, and we are going to invoke a gag order on him."

“A little excessive,” Greg said, “But after what he did to Sabrina, I really don’t care."

“Me neither,” John said, and then one of the technicians reported that Sabrina was repaired, “Good, could you activate her please?”

The technician reached behind Sabrina’s left ear and pressed in. Moments later, all her systems came back online and she woke up with a start.

“Whoa!” she screamed, shocking almost everyone in the room.

“Relax Sabrina, you’re safe,” John said, walking over to calm her down.

“What the hell happened?” she asked, “The last thing I can remember was filing some paperwork and chatting with Greg."

“Well, apparently that annoying intern found out you were an android and attacked you with a stun stick,” John explained, “Greg flew over to the school and rescued you,” he exaggerated slightly with a sideways wink.

“That creep attacked me?” she asked, shuddering at the thought, “What did you do to him?"

“We’re questioning him now to find out how he discovered what you are,” John reported, “Suffice to say he won’t ever be able to bother you again."

“Good."

“How are you feeling?” Greg asked, walking up to her.

“I’m fine now that I know I’m safe,” she smiled, “My hero."

“Oh, it wasn’t quite like that,” he scoffed modestly, blushing nevertheless.

“Well, that’s how I choose to remember it,” she said stubbornly, and then she got up and kissed him.

After the technicians cleared her to leave, they gave her some clothes to wear and she and Greg were driven home by one of John’s employees. That night they had some pretty awesome trauma sex before eating what Ipek was able to reheat for them and then passing out in their bed.

After a few days passed, they had forgotten the incident and had moved on with their lives. Greg was just finishing up a case involving him going out into the field with the white collar crimes unit. As he was heading back into the field office, he heard someone yell out, “Hey, robot lover!”

Greg turned around and was surprised to see the kid he had busted the previous week for attacking Sabrina. He was even more surprised to see the kid aiming a gun at him.

“You,” was all Greg said.

“Yes, me,” the kid sneered, “Thanks to you, my life is ruined,” he said, “Thanks to you and your robot."

“Kid, I know you think she’s just a robot, but she is a lot more than that,” Greg said, watching as several of his coworkers formed a perimeter around them.

“Thanks to you two, I can’t get a job anywhere!,” the kid screamed, “All I wanted to do was figure out how she worked, but you all just overreacted!,” he continued, seeming completely unhinged now.

“Kid, just relax,” Greg said, trying to calm the kid down.

“NO!” the kid screamed, “You ended my life, and now I’m going to end yours!” he screamed, and he fired his weapon directly at Greg.

Greg felt a searing pain in his back. As he fell to the ground, he could hear his coworkers emptying their magazines into the kid. The last thing Greg remembered before losing consciousness was the sound of his own labored breathing, and the blood pooling around himself.

[Spaz]

Part 4.2: Emergency procedure

Greg came in and out of consciousness. There were teams of doctors working on him for what seemed like a lifetime. When the doctors finally had him stabilized, they informed him that bullet fragmented and fractured several of his vertebrae, paralyzing him from below the arms. After a few counselor’s came in to assess his mental state following the news, he was allowed to have visitors. Sabrina came in all the time, of course, as well as his parents. After a few days, after everyone else left, he was visited by John.

“Hey Greg, sorry I couldn’t make it these past few days,” John apologized as he entered Greg’s room.

“Don’t worry about it,” Greg shrugged, “I know how busy you are."

“Yeah, as soon as I was able, I arranged to have some time off from my schedule so I could work on something."

“What are you working on now?”

“You, I hope."

“What do you mean?”

“Well, from what I hear, you;ll never be able to walk again,” John said delicately, “And the use of your arms might be questionable as well,” he added, “so that might make it a little difficult for you to continue working."

“All this is true,” Greg sighed, “But what exactly are you getting at?”

“Well, with your approval, I could get started on building you a brand new, robotic body not too different from Sabrina’s that you could spend the rest of your life in."

“What?” Greg asked, a little shocked by the proposition, “As much as I may have dreamt about having an android body over the years, especially after getting R. Sabrina, I’m just not sure."

“Why?”

“Well, I may be used to Sabrina, but how human would I still be?” Greg asked, “Would I just be emulated by some A.I. like Sabrina?”

“No,” John said, “I told you we had just about perfected our soul transference device a few months ago, and now we have."

“But how can you be sure it actually works?” Greg asked, “With Sabrina the concept was simple. You copied her memories and personality over and had a computer emulate her, but what about with me?”

“Trust me Greg, I know,” John said, almost speaking with experience, “I would love to explain the science to you further, but I am forbidden unless you agree to the procedure."

Greg sighed again. “I know Sabrina had ok'd an android duplicate of herself months before her accident,” Greg said, “But she didn’t actually have to face it. I do."

“I can see where you're coming from,” John said, “But you also have to think of Sabrina,” he said, “She did agree to the procedure, even though we ended up having to do what we did instead, because she loved you and knew you would die without her in your life,” John continued, “I can assure you, aside from the robotic body, you will be human in the only way that truly matters: your mind."

“Can you let me sleep on it?” Greg asked, thinking about John’s words.

“Of course,” John smiled, knowing he had struck a chord in Greg’s heart, “I’ll be back as soon as visiting hours open tomorrow,” and John patted Greg’s chest and left the room.

Greg thought long and hard about John’s proposal until the nurse added a sedative to his mix of meds, causing him to fall asleep. His dreams that night focused on Sabrina, and how much he valued her in his life. She made him a better person, and he in turn added something to her life.

When John arrived at the beginning of visiting hours the next morning, he had his answer. “Well son, have you decided?"

“Yes,” Greg said, “Let’s go for it."

“Excellent!"

After he agreed to the procedure, John used his mysterious connections to have Greg transferred to his lab. Once they were at the lab, Greg found himself in his own special lab not too far away from Sabrina’s, and several technicians ran tests on him. Sabrina took time off work during Greg’s transformation and rehabilitation, and was there for him every step of the way. One of the first things they did to him was take skin and DNA samples from numerous locations on his body. They also did some sort of brain scan. Finally, they ran his naked body through an extensive 3D scanning process. Once the tests were done, he had nothing to do but wait.

“So Greg, how are you feeling so far?” John asked, once all the preliminary tests were done.

“Well, I’m just wondering what all these tests are for,” Greg said, looking at all the people busy at work analyzing his results.

“These good people are attempting to build a perfect replica of your body,” John explained, “They took 3D scans for the printer, and skin samples so the printer can recreate your skin more accurately,” John continued, “They're also getting your android body’s skeletal structure and hardware ready."

“Cool,” Greg said, “About how long will it take for my new body to be finished?”

“Probably a couple days,” John answered, “It will always take a while during the initial construction, but when you get a body upgrade in five to ten years, it should take considerably less time."

“Good,” Greg said, “So maybe now you could explain a few things to me."

“What do you want to know?”

“Sabrina was sort of able to explain, but how exactly does her brain work?”

“Well, I’ll have to show you her brain first,” John said, turning to Sabrina, “Would you mind?”

“No dad,” she said, making the seam around her scalp appear.

“Don’t worry, this shouldn’t take long,” John assured her, and quickly pulled her brain out, replacing her panel and bringing the brain over to where Greg could easily see it.

“I’ve already seen her brain,” Greg said, “I’ve also noticed it is sort of shaped like an actual brain."

“And that is exactly how it works,” John said cryptically.

“What?”

“Well, we decentralized the brain by having the motor cortex and other involuntary bodily functions handled by the primary motor center in the torso,” John explained, “That leaves us with this,” John said, setting Sabrina’s brain on Greg’s lap.

“Again, I know this already."

“Yes, but did you know that each lobe on her brain is exactly identical to the lobe of the original Sabrina’s brain?”

“No,” Greg said, “But I never cut open the original Sabrina’s head."

“Neither have I,” John laughed, “But I can assure you, each of the lobes that handles her personality, emotions, higher reasoning, you name it, is exactly duplicated in this device."

“Really?” Greg asked, looking more closely at his girlfriend’s brain.

“Yes, that gelatinous matter in there actually has tiny little cells which could be compared to brain cells,” John continued, “That’s how she's able to store her memories, and react and respond exactly as the original Sabrina did.”

“But then what's the difference between what you're planning on doing with me, and what you had to do with her?” Greg asked, “It seems if you were able to copy her memories and everything else over, it should still be her.”

“During the course of our research, we’ve determined that the soul is essentially energy,” John said, “That energy is the driving force, the will, that pieces everything in our brains together to make you ‘you’."

“So, that’s why Sabrina needs an A.I. to emulate her?” Greg asked, “Because it fills in for the soul?"

“Yes,” John said, “But now we’ve perfected a device which can not only copy and transfer a person’s collective memories and experiences into an android brain,” he said, gesturing at Sabrina’s brain on Greg’s lap, “We’ve also developed the means by which to transfer a person’s soul energy into the android brain as well."

“So then my android brain wouldn’t have an A.I. emulating me?”

“No,” John said, “It would have an A.I., but that A.I. would only be there to translate the sensory information of the body, as well as the body’s telemetry, into something that you can understand,” he explained, “Since the motor functions are de-centralized throughout the body."

“Okay,” Greg nodded, “And the A.I. wouldn’t have any control over me?”

“Not directly,” John said, “If, by some chance, there was an error processing your soul, the A.I. could take over and get you to a repair station,” he explained, “Also, the A.I. can take over your body if your body is malfunctioning."

“Okay, as long as it can’t take over my mind or something," Greg laughed.

“No, the A.I. in your body is going to be somewhat less sophisticated than the one Sabrina uses,” John assured him, “It won’t be able to perform any actions independent of its programming."

“Good."

“So, what say we get Sabrina back in her body and then go over any changes you want made to your new body?” John asked, picking Sabrina’s brain backup and inserting it into her head.

Once Sabrina was back online, she smiled and asked, “So, what did I miss?”

“Not much dear,” John said, “Greg is now educated on how your brain works."

“Good."

“So, what did you mean by changes I want made to my new body?” Greg asked.

“Well, not anything major, but we can make a few aesthetic modifications for you,” John explained, “Straighter teeth, more or less body hair, neater nails, remove scars or imperfections, you name it. We can do it."

“Do you think you could give me a tablet with a readout of my body?” Greg asked.

“Sure,” John smiled, as he already had one waiting.

Greg spent the next hour reviewing the 3D body image they had taken of him. He made a few notations on various parts of his body, mostly scars and areas he wished were a little less hairy. “Alright,” Greg said, finally choosing the last thing he wanted changed, “What next?”

“Now you get to choose which options you want,” John said, changing the screen to a list of options, “In addition to the ones we already gave Sabrina, you can also get a few to modify your vision to give you an edge in combat situations."

“Cool,” Greg said, looking over the list. He noticed many of the options were little things, like sensory modifications. He chuckled when he saw an option for extra voices. While he was clicking on a few, he was voicing them out loud and asking questions. “How come Sabrina hasn’t gotten to add any of these options?”

“Because I didn’t need them,” she replied, “They showed them to me the night before I got my body upgrade a few months ago."

“Oh,” Greg said, and he continued perusing the options. He finally decided on a few visual enhancements: infrared and better gun aiming. He also selected a universal translation option, which would allow him to read and understand other languages, though not speak them. Finally, he added a few options that would allow him more control over his body’s involuntary responses, such as the growth of his facial and head hair, as well as his nails.

“Alright Greg, this is good information for our technicians to use,” John said, taking the tablet from him, “They should have your new body ready for your inspection in about 48 hours."

“Okay,” Greg, “When am I going to be transferred into an android brain?”

“Once you approve of the way your body looks,” John replied, “Then the transfer process will be done overnight, and we hope to activate you in your new body by noon the next day."

“Alright,” Greg said, “So am I going to be staying here until the body is ready, or will I be going home with Sabrina?”

“You’ll need to stay here,” John said, “But Sabrina has agreed to stay here with you."

“Alright,” Greg said.

Greg spent the next couple days being briefed on what to expect in his new body. Fortunately, the person who was briefing him was one of the first people to transfer, so they were very helpful. Sabrina was with him as well, helping explain some things the man couldn’t.

“One of the first things you need to know is the A.I. and primary motor complex handles all the involuntary responses, so you’re still going to blink randomly to moisturize your eyes, and you will still breathe,” the man explained, “Also, even though you don’t actually have to breathe, I recommend it because that’s how you'll speak naturally, and that’s the best way to cool off your body."

“Okay,” Greg nodded, taking it all in, “What about…waste?” he asked uncomfortably.

“Again, that will happen just as naturally as with your current body,” the man continued.

“Alright,” Greg said, “Am I still going to feel pain or discomfort?”

“Yes,” the man said, “Your skin is sensitive to pain so you don’t touch fire or something, and your muscles can get weak,” he explained, “But you won’t experience stomach discomfort or any other injuries that would be attributed to any organs that your android body simply doesn’t have."

“Well, that doesn’t sound too bad,” Greg said.

“It isn’t,” the man smiled, “The only thing I have to warn you is that it may take a day or so for you to fully acclimate to your new body, but your A.I. should be able to help you,” he said, “Aside from that, you’re going to feel great!”

“Thanks for all your help,” Greg said, shaking the man’s hand and watching as John entered the room.

“Was he helpful?” John asked.

“Yes, very much so,” Greg smiled as the man left.

“Good, I’m sure he told you it would take about a day or so to acclimate, but Sabrina should be able to cut that time considerably,” John said.

“That’s good,” Greg said.

“Anyway, your body's finished and is on its way here,” John said, and a few moments later, a pair of technicians came in with Greg’s android body passively following them; it was naked.

“Wow,” Greg said, as he watched an exact copy of him walk up and stop directly in front of him.

“As you can see, it looks exactly like you,” John said, showcasing the duplicate by moving around its limbs, “With the exception of the aesthetic modifications you requested,” he added, looking at the more neatly trimmed pubes, the neater finger and toe nails, and the absent scars. Greg had also opted to have all underarm hair removed, because he found it unhygienic.

“I know from seeing Sabrina’s new body these past few years, but this never ceases to amaze me,” Greg said, reaching out and touching his duplicate’s torso.

“It looks great,” Sabrina said, walking over to it and gently caressing its back.

“So Greg, is this body to your satisfaction?” John asked, having the body slowly turn around.

“Yes,” Greg said, after taking an extended look at his future body.

“Excellent!” John said, “Then if you’re ready, we can start the transfer process right away."

“I am,” Greg said, “You said it would take all night, right?”

“Yes, though since your body was finished a tad early, the transfer should be complete by the morning."

“I don’t want to wake up here,” Greg said, “Is there any way you can arrange to have my new body delivered to our apartment?” he asked, “I’d like to wake up in my bed just like I’d slept there all night."

“That can be arranged,” John said, “Ordinarily we’d prefer you be activated here in case there are any unforeseen issues with your body, but I am confident that everything will run smoothly."

“Thanks,” Greg smiled, as the technicians began prepping the equipment, and an anesthesia tank.

“Don’t mention it,” John said, “And I think it goes without saying that since you are field testing for us, everything is free of charge for the rest of your life."

“Good,” Greg said.

“Now Greg, the next thing you should remember is waking up in your new body,” John said, as the technicians began attaching things to his body and bringing the gas mask up to his face.

Greg could only nod as he slowly lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was John and Sabrina smiling down at him. The odd thing was, John looked oddly relieved.

[Spaz]

Part 4.3: New body

Greg had some pretty interesting dreams after the anesthesia put him out. For a moment, he perceived the strangest sensation of being sucked out of something he’d been in for as long as he could remember, and then he felt a sort of serene calm. His next memory was of energy suddenly coursing through his body, and he slowly opened his eyes. For the briefest of moments, he saw nothing. Then, the image slowly appeared until it was as clear as he remembered…no, slightly better. He could tell he was in his bedroom back at the apartment. He knew the transfer was a success when the HUD appeared in his field of vision, displaying his vital stats and initial diagnostic readings. His HUD also informed him it was roughly 10 in the morning. He also noticed he was gaining access to all his other senses, and he could hear the sound of breathing just out of his field of vision, so he slowly turned his head and saw Sabrina smiling down at him.

“Good morning,” she said, “How are you feeling?”

“Fine, I think,” he said, still getting used to his new body, “Am I naked?” he asked, feeling on the bed sheets touching his skin.

“Yes,” she said, “You didn’t expect me to wrestle you into your pajamas, did you?” she smiled, “and I figured you might want to fully enjoy the sensations of your new body."

“I see,” he smiled.

“Are you able to move?” she asked, since he hadn’t moved anything but his head.

“I think so,” he said, moving his arms and lifting the sheets off his body. Although Sabrina and the convert at the lab had already told him his new body would move just as naturally, he was still surprised by how natural it was. It really was like this was his body now, like he went to bed organic and woke up mechanical, but still felt mostly the same. Once the sheets were off, he paused to look at his feet, wiggling his toes. “I never thought I’d be able to do that again,” he smiled, wiggling them some more and then sitting up and sliding his legs off the side of the bed, feeling the soft carpet beneath his feet.

“So, do you still feel like you?” she asked, watching him feel his legs.

“Yes,” he said, “My mind was still processing during the transfer,” he said, “that’s proof enough for me."

“Good,” she smiled back, “I just wish your Sabrina could have had the same option."

“Yeah, but I’m just glad I’ve got you,” he said, grabbing her with his new arms and kissing her on the lips.

Once they broke apart, they looked at each other awkwardly for a moment before Sabrina broke the silence.

“Did you want to go out and play with some of your functions?” she asked.

“Just like I did with you on your first day?” he smiled.

“Exactly,” she smiled back.

“Okay,” he said, getting up and taking a few steps towards the door, stumbling a bit.

“Hey, not so fast,” she said, catching him, “You haven’t walked since your accident remember?” she said, “You should probably try walking around in her first."

“Alright,” he said, and he slowly started walking around their room until he felt comfortable.

“There, you see?”

“Yes,” he said, feeling elated at being able to walk again, “Why don’t we go and play now?” he asked, heading to the door before pausing, “Hey, aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” he asked, since she was still dressed.

“Later,” she said, “I let you play with me two years ago, now it’s time to return the favor."

“Fair enough,” he said with a mock sigh, and they both walked out of their bedroom into the main room.

“Ah, you’re awake,” Ipek voice sounded from the kitchen; She was in the process of cleaning the kitchen and restocking the pantry. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine so far,” he said, “Thanks for asking, Ipek."

“Don’t mention it,” Ipek smiled, “If you need me, just call,” she said knowingly, and she got back to her work.

Greg and Sabrina sat in the same positions as before, though this time Greg was the focus.

“So, what do you want to do with me first?” he asked, now beginning to understand what it was like for her.

“Well, how much control over yourself do you have so far?”

“Well, I can see my HUD and all the diagnostic info,” he said, “But I can’t figure out how to make the HUD disappear or do anything with it."

“Okay, well I think I should help you figure it out before we play around,” she said, “Basically, the HUD responds to your thoughts,” she explained, “Whichever section of it you focus on, just sort of create a mental click in your head and that should activate each submenu,” she told him, trying to find the right words to describe the experience.

“Mental click,” he smiled, trying to do as she suggested.

“Hey, it’s the best I could come up with,” she defended, “I was preprogrammed with all the information I needed to operate myself,” she said, “This was already natural to me."

“Don’t worry, I believe you,” he said, and he focused on one of the submenus and created a mental click in his head. Instantly, the submenu appeared showing him various options for managing his current running processes. “Hey, it actually worked,” he smiled, perusing through each of the submenus and even managing to make the HUD hide itself.

“See, I told you,” she said smugly.

“You did,” he said, “So, now that I’ve got this figured out, what did you want to do with me?”

“Well, why don’t I start with your head,” she suggested, “just like you did with me."

“Okay,” he said, “But I seem to recall starting with your tablet,” he told her as she approached the back of his neck.

“Yeah, but you don’t have a control tablet,” she said, “And you don’t have any voice commands either."

“Oh,” he said, “Well then, my head it is!"

“My thoughts exactly,” she said, and before he could do anything else, she pressed the cranial release at the back of his neck and the effect was instantaneous. He lost all control and feeling of everything below his neck. A status window appeared in his field of vision notifying him that his cranial release was activated, and that without access to his primary power systems, his head would run out of power in roughly two hours.

“Wow, this is weird,” he said, though he could feel he was speaking through his throat speaker at this point, despite Sabrina not having lifted his head off his neck yet.

“It’s about to get weirder,” she said mischievously, and she pulled him the rest of the way off and carried him away from his body and onto the chair she was sitting at. She then carefully set him down in her lap with his face up.

After he got used to his new position, he was suddenly overcome by a sort of euphoric laughter. “You were right!"

“About what?”

“This is oddly relaxing,” he said, “not having to breathe, or keep my body upright."

“Yeah, it certainly is,” she smiled, remembering the first time he removed her head.

“You know what else I noticed?” he said, “I didn’t speak in robospeak when you removed my head."

“Well, that robospeak is compliments of my A.I.,” she explained, beginning to feel his face with her soft hands, “Since you don’t really have one, you don’t speak it."

“Oh,” he said, “Did you want me to stop lip synching?” he asked, since she was still feeling his face.

“No,” she said, “I’m getting more than enough enjoyment,” she smiled, changing his facial expressions. She played around with his head for several more minutes before getting bored. All the while he spent his time making himself familiar with all of his submenus. “Alright, I’m ready to reattach you now,” she said, lifting his head back up.

“Could you let me see a close-up of my neck first?” he asked as she walked over to his headless body.

“Sure,” she said, and she held his head a few inches from his neck.

“It doesn’t look too different from your neck,” he observed, focusing his artificial eyes on every detail.

“Did you expect it to?” she asked in an amused tone of voice.

“I guess I did, just a little."

“Well, aside from our gender and appearance, we’re still designed the same."

“I can see that now,” he said, “Could you reattach me now?”

“Sure,” she said, and she carefully lifted him over his neck and clicked him back in place.

“Whoa, that feels good,” he said, feeling the rush of energy throughout his body as he regained control of it.

“Yeah, doesn’t it?” she said, enjoying seeing his reactions to things she took for granted.

“I can see why you let me remove your head so often."

“You caught me,” she smiled back, putting her hands up, “It’s practically like an orgasm."

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Greg laughed, “But it was pretty close."

“So, why don’t you let me see your feet?” she asked, sitting back down and scooching her chair closer to the table so he could rest his feet on it.

“Okay,” he said, sitting back down as well and extending his feet onto the table.

“Why don’t you try and remove them?"

“Okay." He quickly navigated through the submenus and activated the releases for both his feet. Both feet went numb and he felt an odd burning sensation, as the seam appeared. “That feels so weird,” he said, once both seams were present, “How do you stand it?” he asked, once she grabbed one of his feet from his leg.

“Again, it’s all natural for me,” she said, examining his right foot, “Why’d you unseal both of them?” she asked, looking at the other one.

“So I can look at it,” he said, removing his remaining foot from his left leg and examining it. He was pleased that not only were they able to make his nails look nicer, they also were able to make his foot bottoms softer. His real feet were always callused because he had always walked around barefoot, even outside. He also noticed that in the brief time his new body had been activated, a small amount of moisture had accumulated, creating a mild, familiar odor. “Wow, this is still pretty unreal,” he said, playing around with the toes on his severed foot and bending it in his hands, “I can see how you still haven’t gotten bored letting me play with you."

“Yeah,” she agreed, “I’m done with your foot now,” she then said, leaning forwards and clicking it back in place.

As soon as she clicked it back in place, an indicator appeared in his field of vision allowing him to reseal the seam, which he did, creating a cooler sensation than before. “Wow, that sensation felt different,” he said, clicking his other foot back on and resealing it, “Unsealing felt like a burning sensation and resealing felt like a cool sensation."

“Well, your body basically burns through the skin to reveal the seam, and then it is basically healing itself to reseal the seam."

“Oh, that makes sense."

“So, how are you feeling so far?” she asked, “Now that you’ve been online for nearly an hour."

“I feel great,” he reported, “I thought a cold was coming on before I got shot, but now I don’t feel any discomfort at all,” he said, “I still feel like myself, but a lot better."

“Well, glad to see we’re on the same page,” she smiled, “Though I didn’t really retain any of Sabrina’s memories of being sick."

“Well you’re fortunate,” he said, “It’s not something worth remembering."

“I know,” she smiled, “So, why don’t you lay down on the couch and open up your primary access panel."

“Okay,” he said, and he quickly laid down on the couch and perused his submenus until he found the option to unseal his chest panel. He felt the same burning sensation as with his foot, and then the entire section of skin on his chest went numb. “This is weird,” he said as Sabrina dug her fingers in between both seams and pulled both skin sections apart.

“Tell me about it,” she smiled, looking inside his open chest.

“Well, does everything look about the same?”

“I don’t know,” she said, “I’ve never actually been able to see my insides like this before,” she admitted, looking around at all the components in his chest.

“Oh, I thought it was all programmed into you."

“Only what each component is and does, not what they all look like."

“Well, I think I know what you’re planning on doing,” he said, thinking back to the first time he looked inside her, “Why don’t you do it?”

“Alright,” she said, putting her finger on his power distribution center, “Ready?”

“Yes,” he said, and then he felt all the energy disappear from his body and he lost consciousness. After what seemed like only an instant, though his diagnostic read told him was nearly five minutes, his systems came back online. “Wow, that felt different,” he said, once everything was back online.

“How so?” she asked, curious to see how he described the sensation.

“All my energy left me and then I descended into nothingness."

“Yep, that’s about what it feels like,” she nodded in agreement.

“Man, you really are enjoying this, aren’t you?” he laughed.

“You bet,” she laughed back.

“What were you doing to me during the five minutes I was off?”

“Just playing around,” she said, not hiding her blush.

“I see,” he smiled.

“Well, let’s get you closed up so we can play around some more,” she said, flapping both sections back in place and allowing him to reseal himself.

“What do you want to do with me now?” he asked, “Wait, did I get a box of spare parts too?”

“Oh yeah, you did,” she said, quickly running over to the door and bringing a box over. She placed it on the table in front of the couch, “Here it is."

“Thanks,” he said, and he calmly popped the top open and looked inside. He was not too surprised at the contents. On the top layer were two extra sets of his hands, then next layer had two extra sets of his feet, and the next had extra digestive bags, processors, and batteries. Despite knowing what lay in the bottom layer, he was still surprised to see a duplicate of his head staring up at him stoically.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” she asked, watching the expression on his face.

“That’s an understatement,” he said, gently probing his backup head’s face, “Hey, I was wondering, now that I’m an android too, maybe we can, I don’t know, switch bodies sometime."

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to bring that up."

“So, you have given it some thought?”

“Yeah."

“And?”

“I think we should do it tomorrow."

“Why tomorrow?” he asked, “Why not now?”

“Well, first off, I think you should spend the rest of the day getting fully used to operating an android body,” she explained, “And, I think it would be interesting if we spent the entire day in each other’s body."

“So we can spend a day in each other’s shoes?” he smiled.

“Exactly,” she smiled back.

“Well, I think that’s a wonderful idea."

“Great!"

“So, what should we do in the meanwhile?”

“Well, it’s my understanding that with your new body, you’re a virgin again,” she said with a kinky smile.

“Oh,” he said with a smile like the sun coming up, “I do believe you’re right."

“Well, what say we correct that?” she suggested, starting to pull her clothes off.

“Alright,” he said, and they quickly headed to the bedroom, with Sabrina pulling her clothes off on the way, giggling as she did so. The sexual experience in his new body was just as good, if not better than in his original body. The main difference he noted was that he didn’t seem to get tired, and based on the look on Sabrina’s face, she didn’t tire either. The only thing that made them stop was a sudden stomach grumble. “Who was that?” Greg asked, as they rested between rounds.

“I think that was you sweetie,” Sabrina smiled, “It was your tummy."

“Huh,” he said, “Well, I suppose I haven’t eaten anything yet, so it makes sense."

“Did you want to pause to get a bite to eat?” she asked, “I’m sure Ipek has already started lunch,” she added, looking at the clock.

“Sure,” he smiled, and they hopped out of bed and wiped themselves off with a towel before getting dressed and heading out.

After lunch, they spent the rest of the day getting used to Greg’s new body. After several hours though, they had unconsciously fallen back into their new routine. They went to bed that night anxious for their body switch the next day.

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Part 4.4: A day in each other’s shoes

The next morning, they both woke up around the same time and were excited about spending the entire day in each other’s bodies. The one thing Sabrina wouldn’t let Greg experience was her putting her makeup on, or making her hair, so he waited the usual interval for her to make herself up before she joined him in the living room; they were both naked, as they would be selecting their own clothes.

“Well you two, are you ready?” Ipek asked them.

“Yes,” they both said at the same time, causing them both to laugh.

“Alright, then unseal yourselves and I’ll switch you,” Ipek smiled, and once they did, she started with Sabrina.

“Be you soon,” Sabrina smiled, just before Ipek pulled her brain out and set it down on the table.

“This won’t hurt, will it?” Greg asked when Ipek approached him.

“No, but it’s a little more unsettling than being powered down,” Ipek admitted, “Ready?”

“Yes,” he said, and the instant she removed his brain, it felt like he was being ripped away from his body and then he was once again in a state of nothingness. A short time later, he felt energy course through his body again, though it was not his body…it was Sabrina’s. As he slowly gained access to her systems, he absently detected the scalp panel being reattached, so he resealed it. A few moments later, he had full and complete control of her body. “Wow, this is weird,” he said, but in her voice. He looked down at his chest, seeing for the first time the same view of her breasts that she did. He brought her large hands up to his face and wiggled the fingers.

“Yeah, it is,” he heard the sound of his own voice from next to him. Sabrina was doing about the same things he was: looking at her hands, feeling her face, and getting used to the way his body moved.

“So, what do you think of my body?” he asked, gently feeling his own breasts with his large hands, relishing the experience.

“It’s nice,” she said, gingerly touching her penis and seeing it harden up a bit, “It’s not as muscular as James’ body was, but your body just feels better."

“That’s good to hear,” he said, sounding audibly relieved.

“What about my body?” she asked, “How are you enjoying it so far?”

“Your body is really great!” he said, gingerly feeling the lips of his vagina.

“Well, I don’t think we should do anything sexual just yet,” she said, letting go of her penis.

“Yeah,” he said, taking his fingers out of his vagina, wiping the minimal moisture that had transferred to his fingers off on the couch.

“So, did you want to get started with our plan?” she asked, since they had planned their day the night before after dinner.

“Sure,” he said, and they both got up and headed into the bedroom.

“So, we’re going to get dressed in each other’s clothing,” she said, heading towards his dresser and opening the underwear drawer first, “Please try and make me look nice,” she requested, slipping on a pair and finding a pair of pants.

“Okay,” he said, slipping on a pair of her panties, “You make my body look good too."

“Oh, we both know you don’t care what you wear,” she smiled, slipping on the pants and finding a shirt.

“True,” he laughed, managing to clasp one of her bras on and then picking out one of her pairs of jeans.

After she put on one of his many blue shirts, she sat down on the bed to put on a pair of his socks, and his shoes. Once they were on, she watched him with an amused look on his face. “Having trouble?”

“A little,” he admitted, since she had several outfits she occasionally wore. After a while, he picked out a pink v-neck shirt which complimented her bust. “What do you think?” he asked, twirling her body around for her.

“Nice,” she said, “Though it’s pretty sunny outside, so you’re going to need to wear something to cover my arms so they don’t get too tanned."

“Alright,” he said, and a few moments later he threw on a grey sweater.

“Excellent,” she said, “You know me pretty well."

“I know,” he said, blushing a little as he headed over to where her shoes were.

“Hey, wait!” she shouted, startling him into dropping her shoes.

“What?”

“You know the deal,” she said, “When I go out, I wear my made up hands and feet,” she reminded him.

“Oh,” he said, looking at his hands and seeing the natural nails. He opened the hidden drawer near where her shoes were and pulled out her made up hands and feet. Both had nails painted a sort of lavender color that complimented the pink shirt he had chosen for her. Sighing, he unsealed each hand one at a time and clicked the made up ones on. Then, he did the same with her feet, placing both natural nailed hands and feet into the hidden drawer, pausing briefly to smell each foot. “There, you happy?” he asked, slipping her shoes on.

“Yep."

“Good,” he smiled back, “So, I was wondering, should we bring Ipek with us just in case we have any issues?”

Sabrina thought about it for a while before saying, “Nah, we should be okay."

“Alright,” he said, standing up and grabbing her purse.

“Well then, let’s go,” she said, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

Their first stop was the nearby coffee shop, which they stayed at for about half an hour to get used to being around other people in each other’s bodies. Their next stop was the mall, so they could go on a short shopping spree. One of the things Greg noticed after being in Sabrina’s body for over an hour was all the men staring at him. Honestly, he never noticed all the looks aimed at her because his eyes occasionally got hooked onto other attractive women in the crowds. Now, because he was being slightly affected by Sabrina’s female body, he found himself staring at more of the men in the crowd. He looked over at Sabrina and saw she was thinking the reverse. They ended up stopping by several stores, and bought each other several new clothes and a few other things. They took a break in the crowded food court for lunch, where they were sure that the noise of the other people would mask any conversation they had they didn’t want people to hear.

“So, how are you enjoying my body so far?” Sabrina asked, taking a bite of her hamburger.

“Really well,” he said, “But how do you stand wearing these shoes all day?” he asked, slipping her shoes off and vigorously rubbing her feet.

“Will power,” she smiled, “It’s a girl thing, we like looking good all the time."

“Well, hopefully you like those shoes I picked out for you at that store,” he said, eating his fries, “They looked nice and felt much more comfortable."

“I’ll have to see for myself,” she said smugly.

“Hmm,” he said, “So how about you?”

“I’m enjoying your body too,” she said, “I can tell why your feet always smell though,” she said, “They're already all sweaty."

“Yeah, well those shoes offer good support,” he said, “Unlike these,” he said, bringing up her shoes again.

“Yeah yeah."

“You know, this whole conversation we’re having right now is rather funny,” he said, laughing a bit.

“Why?”

“Well, it kind of feels like we’re a couple aliens impersonating humans or something and we’re just casually talking about our experiences,” he laughed.

“Yeah, you’re kind of right,” she said, laughing as well.

He looked at his watch. “So, what’s next?”

“We have tickets for that latest horror movie,” she reminded him, “We should have just enough time to put our bags in the car before heading to the movie."

“Oh, that’s right,” he said, “Hopefully you don’t scream in my body."

“I’ll try,” she smiled deviously.

The movie went very well. It was more entertaining than either of them thought. Sabrina ended up doing the whole arm around the shoulder routine to make them look like a sweeter couple. The dinner they had following the movie went just as smoothly as the rest of their day, and after stopping by a few more shops they had skipped, they finally headed home.

“Welcome back,” Ipek announced when they walked back in and deposited their shopping bags near the door, “How was your day?”

“It was…educational,” Greg said, choosing his words carefully.

“Oh, in what way?”

“Well, now I know what it’s like for an attractive woman to walk around in public,” he said, sitting down on the couch, kicking his shoes off and rubbing his feet.

“And how about you Sabrina?”

“It was interesting,” she smiled, sitting down next to Greg and pulling her shoes and socks off, airing her feet off for a while.

“Not educational?” Greg asked.

“Not really,” she said, “I already had a good idea how you interacted with other people."

“Are you two ready to return to your bodies now?”

Sabrina and Greg looked at each other, thinking of what they discussed in the car ride home. “No, we’re going to do a few more things,” Sabrina said with a sidelong glance.

“Yeah, it’ll be more like tomorrow morning,” Greg agreed.

“Okay,” Ipek said knowingly, and she grabbed their shopping bags and continued her chores.

After they watched the news for a few minutes, they headed into the bedroom for their carnal activities.

“So, you ready for this?” Sabrina asked, quickly stripping.

“Almost,” Greg said, switching her made up hands and feet for the natural ones before stripping off her clothes, “Now I’m ready."

“Oh you,” she said, and using his masculine strength, she threw him onto the bed and started engaging in foreplay. After a few moments when she was hard and he was wet, he finally entered her.

“Whoa, so that’s what it feels like,” Greg moaned, enjoying the feeling of his own penis inside his borrowed body.

“Yeah, I feel great too,” she moaned, quickly cumming inside him and collapsing onto him.

They laid in each other’s arms for a while as they recovered from their first round.

“We should do this more often.” Greg finally said.

“What, have sex?”

“Well, sex in each other’s bodies,” he corrected.

“I know,” she smiled, leaning in and kissing him.

“So, are you ready to go again?”

“Sure,” she smiled, and they switch positions and had at it again.

After several more rounds of sex, including one round they included Ipek in, they finally called it quits and headed into the bathroom to help each other bathe…or rather, Sabrina helped Greg bathe her body. After the shower, they had a small snack and several drinks in the living room while watching the evening news before finally stumbling into bed naked and falling asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning when Greg woke up, he was mildly shocked at still being in Sabrina’s body, but then he remembered they decided to remain that way until the next morning, so he relaxed. He turned over to Sabrina, who was still in his body. She had a very content look on his face while she continued sleeping. After a few minutes, she finally stirred and woke up.

“Whoa, oh,” she said, surprised at seeing her own face looking at her.

“Yeah, I felt that way at first too,” he said, giving her a kiss.

“Yeah, I suppose anyone would be surprised at seeing their own face staring at them first thing after waking up."

“Yeah,” he said, “I don’t think my face has ever looked as content as it did while you were sleeping just now."

“Really,” she blushed, “Well, maybe it has and I just haven’t told you,” she winked.

“Perhaps,” he said, “So, are you ready to return to your body?”

“Yes,” she sighed regretfully.

“Alright, you wait here while I get Ipek,” he said, and he crawled out of bed and went to find Ipek. He found her sitting passively on the couch in her usual standby mode she initiated during the night. As soon as he got within 10 feet of her, she snapped out of it and smiled, “Good morning Greg, how was your night?”

“It was great Ipek."

“Are you two ready to return to your bodies?”

“Yes,” he sighed regretfully, “Before you come in, do you think you could get that ‘special package’ I gave you for safe keeping?” he asked with a subtle wink.

“Sure,” she said, returning the wink and heading into the pantry. A few moments later, she returned, “I’ve got it."

“Good, then let’s go,” he said, and they walked back into the bedroom.

“What took so long?” Sabrina asked, already sitting on the edge of the bed with her scalp panel visible.

“I was just finishing a diagnostic,” Ipek lied, “He only had to wait about a minute."

“Oh,” Sabrina said, “Well, I’m ready."

“Good, why don’t you sit down next to her Greg."

“Alright,” he said, and he sat down next to Sabrina and unsealed his scalp panel, giving a knowing nod to Ipek as she removed Sabrina’s panel and then pulled out her brain, setting it down on the bed behind her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try out my body next?” Ipek asked, pulling off his scalp panel next.

“Maybe later,” he smiled, “Right now I’ve got something important to do,” he said, “You do remember what to do, right?”

“Yes."

“Good, then let’s do this,” he said, and then she pulled his brain out of Sabrina’s body.

He came back online in his body a few moments later, absently resealing the scalp panel Ipek had just placed back on. Just as he had planned, Ipek only activated him. Sabrina’s body was still passively sitting on the edge of the bed awaiting her brain.

“Welcome back,” Ipek said from just behind him.

“Thanks Ipek,” he said, “could you manipulate Sabrina’s body in the manner I suggested?”

“Sure,” Ipek smiled, and she walked over to Sabrina’s body and manipulated it so it was slightly bent down with its arm extended outwards with the palms joined and cupped together.

“Very good,” he congratulated her, “Now for my package."

“Okay,” Ipek said, and she pulled a small velvet box from her pocket and positioned it in Sabrina’s cupped hands.

“Perfect,” he said, “Now let’s get her back in her body."

“Hold on,” Ipek said, grabbing Sabrina’s brain from the bedside and inserting it into her head. Then she clicked the panel back into place and stepped back as Sabrina’s systems came back online and her seam resealed itself.

“Ah, it’s so good to be back in…hey, what’s this?” Sabrina asked, once her eyes focused on the box in her outstretched hands.

“Open it,” Greg smiled, and as she did, he got down on his knees.

“Is this what I think it…oh,” Sabrina said, seeing the precious ring that rested inside, tears forming in her eyes.

“Sabrina, I loved you from the moment I saw you,” Greg began, “And it seems even death or injury couldn’t keep us away from each other,” he continued, “Will you marry me?”

Sabrina took her time to wipe the small tears from her eyes before finally answering, “Yes,” and lovingly embracing him.

Once they finally broke apart, Greg took the ring from the box and gently placed it on her finger, “Let’s go tell everyone."

“Okay,” she said, and they headed out of their room to make a few calls.
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Stay tuned for Part 5, where Greg and Sabrina get married and an unexpected accident reveals the truth about the android bodies...

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Post Part 4 update:

I believe I've finally finalized the remaining parts, adding an additional subsection to Part 7. Now I'm onto part 5! If you were fascinated with the history and making of segment in 3.1, then 5.2 and 5.3 should interest you as well. I've really put a lot of thought into this particular part, so I really hope you all enjoy the narrative direction I'm taking.

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Part 5.1: Wedding

In the time that passed after their engagement, Greg and Sabrina both returned to their jobs. Greg found that the features of his new body helped him handle his job a lot better. He was suspicious of just how his new status had been cleared by John’s contacts, but he was just so happy to be back in his job and in a fully functional body that he didn’t investigate too far.

A few weeks later, Greg and Sabrina began looking into real estate and finally purchased their own home; two floors, four bedrooms, two bathrooms, an office/man cave for Greg, a living room, and a nice kitchen. With all the extra space they now had, Ipek was able to have her own room, though she didn’t decorate it because it was agreed it would be the guest room if Greg and Sabrina had any kids. As nice as the house was, it was a slight fixer upper. They had to excavate the entire front lawn to remove all traces of a very ugly tree, and the exterior had to be repainted. Since they were building a porch as well, there was rebar sticking out of the cement.

Preparations for the wedding were already underway, though even though they had more than enough finances, John insisted on paying for it. They agreed to have the location at a nice section of Golden Gate Park, which was only a few miles from their new home. The ceremony itself was held about six months after their engagement, and they were finally wed around noon that day. The public reception lasted well into the evening, ending with a more private gathering at Greg and Sabrina’s new house.

“So you two, how does it feel having tied the knot?” John asked, opening them all up a bottle of champagne and pouring it into their glasses.

“Great!” Sabrina smiled, taking one of the glasses and sipping it, “Though it merely formalized the way we already felt about each other."

“Yeah,” Greg agreed, “About the only differences now are financial,” he laughed.

“Truer words have never been spoken,” John laughed, using that as a toast as well, “So, when are the two of you going to give me grandkids?”

“Well, I think we’d like to get used to our new status for a while longer,” Greg said.

“Yeah,” Sabrina agreed.

“I understand,” John said, “It’s just my job as your parent to worry about when you two will have kids,” he smiled, “You’ll do the same thing with yours…if you have them."

“About that,” Greg said, “Suppose we did want kids now,” he said, “How exactly would that be done?”

“Well, we still have you two’s genetic material on ice,” John said, “So all we’d do is inject your sperm into one of her eggs and then put it in an artificial womb that we would then implant in Sabrina’s primary cavity."

“I see,” Greg said, “Have you been successful at this before?”

“Not quite,” John said, “But the technology itself isn’t new, as there have been artificial wombs for decades in place of surrogates,” he explained, “it’s just the method we use to implant it inside her artificial body that is new."

“Oh, okay,” Greg said.

“Don’t worry dear, I’m sure we’ll be able to safely have kids,” Sabrina smiled, giving him a kiss.

“I know,” Greg smiled.

“So dad, how’s the business going?”

“Very well,” John said, “We’ve been gathering a treasure trove of data from all 100 of you HRMs, as well as the dozens of converts like Greg here."

“Converts?” Greg asked.

“Yes, an android with an emulated personality like Sabrina is an HRM, while an android with an actual human soul is a convert."

“Oh, that makes sense,” Greg said, “And what about the DPMS?”

“Well, aside from Ipek here, there aren’t too many out there yet,” John admitted, smiling at Ipek, who was tidying up the kitchen.

“Why not?” Greg asked.

“Because our whole project is still very top secret,” John said, “So the only donors we can get are employees, and that doesn’t exactly provide us with the right amount of data."

“You keep saying top secret,” Greg laughed, “Do you guys work for the government or something?”

“Something like that,” John laughed, though with a secretive look, “It also just sounds cooler to say top secret."

“True,” Greg said, “But someday you are going to have to tell me how you’ve been able to pull so many strings for us."

“What do you mean?” Sabrina asked.

“Well, for you he was able to arrange with that retail store to look the other way when they heard of your death,” Greg explained, “And then he was somehow able to reinstate my status with no trouble at all with the FBI."

“Huh, I didn’t realize that those would be very difficult,” Sabrina admitted.

“Well, they would have been more time consuming than impossible,” Greg explained, “So maybe someday you can explain,” he directed at John.

“Well, I’ll have to see about that,” John said a little uncomfortably, “I’ll have to see if you’re ready to hear it,” he added cryptically.

“I can tell you must hold many secrets."

“You have no idea,” John admitted with a sad expression.

They continued chatting well into the night, pausing only to eat the delicious dinner that Ipek had cooked for them. They also continued drinking as well, dipping into some of the drinks that had been leftover from the reception and that had been gifted to them.

“Well, it’s been a long day for all of us,” Greg said at nearly nine o’clock, “Why don’t you head back home and we can meet for dinner in a few nights?”

“Alright son,” John said with a slightly buzzed look in his eyes, “Congratulations."

“Thanks,” Greg said, “Are you sure you don’t want Ipek to drive you home?” he asked, seeing John stumble a bit as he got up.

“No,” John decided, “I’m just a little buzzed,” he admitted, “But I’m fine."

“Alright,” Greg said, “Drive safe,” he said, “And be careful of the construction out there,” Greg added, referring to their renovation of their front lawn.

“I will,” John smiled, and after giving the both of them a hug, he picked up his jacket and left.

“So honey, what do you want to do before we leave for our honeymoon?” Sabrina asked with a naughty smile.

“I can think of a few things,” Greg smiled as well, though before he could say what they were, they heard a loud noise outside followed by John screaming out, “Shit!” Greg shouted, rushing out the front door to see if John was okay. It appeared that John had tripped over the safety wire protecting the area where the porch was being built. He had fallen in and landed on one of the rebar, and it had punctured all the way through himself. “John! Hold on while I call 911!” Greg shouted, getting ready to run back into the house.

“Wait!” John shouted back, not appearing to be in any pain.

“What?” Greg asked, watching as John suddenly lifted himself up off the rebar and climbed out.

“Hurry up and help me inside, quickly!” John whispered, having trouble walking.

“Okay,” Greg said, still in shock at seeing his father in law climb out with no signs of pain.

Once they were inside, John quickly sat down on the couch; Sabrina had a worried and confused expression on her face. “What happened?” she asked.

“He fell into the porch,” Greg said, “But he doesn’t seem to be hurt,” he added with a confused look.

“Well, I’m not in pain, but I am hurt,” John corrected, and he gingerly removed his shirt, revealing an odd wound. It was a little bloody, but there were wires and metal sticking out.

“John, those wounds,” Greg said, “You’re an android too?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes,” John admitted bashfully.

“How? When?”

“Yeah dad, when?”

“A few months ago, I got sick,” John explained, “Really sick,” he added, “The only way to heal me was to make me a convert."

“What was the illness?” Greg asked.

“Radiation exposure."

“What!?” Greg said, “How did you receive a fatal radiation dosage?” he asked, “I didn’t see any radiation danger signs at your lab."

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you."

“Screw it all!” Greg shouted, “For the past few months, no years, I’ve been able to tell you're keeping something big from me! I think now's the time to trust us, especially since I'm married to your daughter, and am a convert like you!"

John thought about it for a while before finally speaking, “Alright,” he conceded, “But I need Ipek to fix me first,” he said, suddenly looking very tired.

“Hey, what is it?” Greg asked.

“That rebar damaged some of my batteries and my power systems,” John reported, looking more and more tired, “I’m about to power down."

“Ipek your assistance please!” Greg shouted, though she had already been listening and grabbed her repair kit from the closet.

“I need you to open both panels please,” Ipek ordered.

“Alright,” John said, and he swiftly unsealed both his front and spinal panels, allowing Ipek to immediately get to work.

“Alright John, before you power down, please explain what's going on,” Greg said, “There’s obviously more to these realistic android bodies than simply giving people a second chance at life."

“He’s going to lose power before I can fix him,” Ipek interrupted, overseeing the damage caused by the rebar.

“She’s right,” John managed to say, “and you’re right,” he answered, looking more and more tired, “Humanity is dying,” he finally managed to say, just before losing all power.

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Part 5.2: Forced evolution

Greg was in shock after hearing John’s stunning declaration just before losing power, almost as much shock as discovering that his new father-in-law had been an android for slightly longer than he himself was. Sabrina was in no better shape, though something in her expression didn’t seem too surprised that her stepfather might end up being an android. All they could do was watch as Ipek worked inside John’s damaged body, and after several minutes, she finally pulled out with a defeated expression.

“Well?” Greg asked her.

“The damage is too severe for me to simply repair,” Ipek reported, “Even if I were to replace the damaged batteries, the damage to his power distribution center would prevent him from powering up,” she explained, “He needs to be taken in and given a replacement."

“I don’t think I want to wait that long,” Greg said, “I really want him to answer my questions."

“Yeah, but he also needs to be fixed,” Sabrina argued.

Greg pondered that for a while before smiling as an idea came to his mind, “Ipek, would you mind if we let John borrow your body until his gets fixed?”

“Not at all,” Ipek said.

“Good idea!” Sabrina congratulated him.

“Do you have the tool to unseal his scalp panel?” Greg asked.

“Yes,” Ipek said, and she quickly grabbed it from her bag and used it on John’s head. Once she made the seam appear, she pulled off the top of his head and reached inside, pulling John’s brain out. She then made her own seam appear, “I’m ready."

“Thanks Ipek,” Greg said, removing her panel and pulling her brain out. Once Greg had Ipek’s brain safely stored away in a special box he’d had made for instances like this, he took John’s brain from her outstretched hand and plugged it into Ipek’s head.

Several moments later, John activated in her body, though it took him a few moments for his brain to adapt to her body’s systems. “Whoa, this is weird,” John said, once he had full control.

“Sorry John, your body was too heavily damaged so we decided to put you in Ipek’s body for now,” Greg explained.

“Good idea,” John agreed, looking at his feminine hands and feeling himself up.

“Is this your first time trying out a female body?” Greg asked.

“Yes,” John admitted, “Or any other body,” he added, “I keep trying to get my wife to convert, but she wants to wait until these bodies are past all the testing phases."

“That makes sense."

“So, Mom isn’t an android too?” Sabrina asked.

“No, just us three."

“What made you fall, by the way?”

“Oh, I was attempting to deactivate my drunkenness simulation,” John explained, “I fell because I was still buzzed."

“Oh,” Greg nodded, “So, just before you lost power, you said humanity is dying. What exactly did you mean by that?”

“Perhaps we can sit down first."

“Sure,” Greg said, and both he and Sabrina sat down beside each other on the couch while he sat in the other chair that didn’t have his damaged body in it.

“Alright, what can you two tell me about major events in the last century?” John asked, “And before you ask, unlike our company history, Sabrina doesn’t know this history."

“Well, the early portion of the 21st century was filled with much strife, especially in the Middle East, Russia, and China,” Greg began, “Air pollution was rampant across the globe and was damaging the atmosphere, though the U.S. and much of Europe had finally transitioned away from fossil fuels and towards cleaner energy,” he continued, “Still, developing countries were still reliant on fossil fuels even when the last of the world reserves were running dry, causing many of them to declare war on each other for the resources."

“Very good so far,” John congratulated him.

“Several of the countries were already at war, so they got pulled in as well, and then Russia and China joined in later, and eventually the U.S. and the European Union joined as well to prevent any attacks against them, and thus we had World War III,” Greg finished.

“And what can you tell me about the weapons used and the damage they caused?” John pressed him.

“Well, both Russia and China were forced to use several of their nuclear weapons in the Middle East and India,” Greg said, “As a result, not only were about 3 billion people wiped out in the course of a decade, but the entire region and several surrounding areas are still hot zones several decades later."

“Very good,” John said.

“So, did you visit one of those hot zones or something?” Sabrina asked.

“Not quite,” John said, “I’ll get to that in a moment."

“Do you work for the government or something?” Greg asked.

“Yes, but not the U.S. government,” John admitted, “We work for the world government."

“What?” Greg asked, “Just what the hell is going on?!”

“Well, in the past few decades, we’ve managed to stop and even slightly reverse some of the damage caused by all the pollution of the 20th and early 21st centuries,” John said, “Unfortunately, those 47 nukes going off didn’t help,” he added, “They shot high levels of radiation into the atmosphere which have been slowly spreading across the globe and raining back down, polluting our water and food supplies,” he continued, “Also, it further weakened the ozone layer, letting more harmful UV rays in…levels which in some areas not even sun protection can stop."

“How come we haven’t heard of any of this?” Sabrina asked.

“Because they didn’t want a global panic,” John explained, “And because they realized the damage wouldn’t be severe enough for nearly a century, so instead they started working on other options."

“What sort of options?” Greg asked.

“Well, over the last century, we’ve observed that many of the animal and insect species have been evolving to adapt to the rising radiation levels,” John explained, “But humanity doesn’t appear to be evolving quickly enough."

“Just how bad is it?” Sabrina asked with a look of dread in her eyes.

“We estimate that within the next two decades, the first signs of radiation sickness will start appearing in the major population areas,” John reported, “They’ve already started in some of the rural areas surrounding the hot zones, but soon it will be a global pandemic that will lead to birth defects, skin lesions, cancer, infertility, and eventually death.”

“How has this been kept a secret?” Greg asked.

“Well, instead of causing a panic, the world government decided to work on several plans to preserve and continue humanity,” John explained, “Basically, since humanity wasn’t evolving quickly enough, they decided to induce forced evolution."

“Forced evolution?” Sabrina asked.

“Yes, before it would have been considered eugenics,” John said, “or the selective breeding of only healthy people with certain characteristics,” he explained, “But since everyone would be vulnerable, we had to employ more drastic measures."

“Like building us android bodies?” Greg asked.

“Yes, but that wasn’t the only option,” John said, “They also decided to pursue genetic modification of the human genome,” he explained, “Basically, they sought out one company per option that was furthest along in its field."

“And your company was one of them,” Sabrina said.

“Yes, our company was one of them,” John said, “The one stipulation was that whatever option they decided on had to not only preserve humanity as we know it, but also leave room for evolution."

“So, I take it genetic modification failed?” Greg asked.

“Yes,” John replied, “It was promising at first, but the problem was they had to splice our DNA with that of several animal, plant, and insect species,” he explained, “The result was a human that was no longer human at a fundamental level.”

“How so?” Greg asked.

“When you alter the human genome even a little, you also affect everything else too,” John said, “The experiments developed some inhuman features, like scaled skin and extra organs, and their mental states were also inhuman,” he explained, “So in that regard they failed to preserve humanity and instead created something different,” he finished, “Also, the experiments were still subject to several of the effects of the radiation."

“Oh,” Greg said, “So then they chose you guys?”

“Yes, but they were actually funding us at the same time,” John said, “It's true that we were already attempting to develop an android since before the war, but we were originally interested in developing the most realistic sex bots, domestic units, and companion models,” he said, “not unlike Ipek here,” he gestured to his borrowed body.

“I see,” Greg said.

“Anyway, they approached us a few years after the war and said they would fund all our projects if it resulted in an artificial body for a human being to convert to and live out the rest of their life, continuing to procreate and continue the genetic and evolutionary chain,” John explained, “And the reason we were successful isn’t just because you two are still fundamentally human in regards to your minds and appearance, but also because we created an artificial human body that is immune to all bacteria, viruses, cancer, genetic disorders, and basically any disease or illness that would affect an organic body.

“But how would we be able to procreate safely?” Sabrina asked, “If you’re creating an artificial womb, wouldn’t any child we gave birth to be subject to the radiation?”

“Yes, but they could easily convert to an android body when they are ready."

“Yes, but what about future generations?” Greg asked.

“Well, that’s where our next type of android comes from,” John smiled, “The pure artificial human."

“And how will that be accomplished?” Greg asked.

“In addition to the aging algorithm we’ve added to you two, there is also going to be a genetic algorithm,” John explained, “It can decipher a person’s entire genetic code and use it to further calculate the rate at which you age, and allow you to mix your genetic data with someone else’s to randomly create a completely unique individual."

“You mean a unique android?” Sabrina asked.

“Yes,” John answered, “We would basically use the results of the mix to create a blueprint for an infant android,” he explained, “It would then grow up and develop just as naturally as a human child,” he continued, “It would learn from its peers, family, and environment and grow up into an adult just like you or I."

“So that’s the unique android A.I. you were hinting at before?” Greg said.

“Yes,” John said, “Though unlike Sabrina who is an A.I. emulating a human, or us two that are human souls in an android, these would be pure A.I.s with human personality traits that would grow up, develop, and live just like a real human being…as a matter of fact, they would still be human in the most important ways: free will, self-determination, emotions, and consciousness."

“Wow, so our race would continue as mechanical beings?” Greg asked.

“Exactly,” John said, “It may not sound appealing, but I think when people start suffering from the radiation, and discover that their new bodies would be free of sickness, infirmity, or disability, then they will be more than willing to convert."

“Perhaps,” Greg said, “So what caused your fatal radiation dose?”

“Part of my job was to take some of the converts and HRMs to both the hot zones and some of the areas around the world that have contaminated food and water,” John explained, “I guess I went too often and for too long, but I always knew that someday I would be in an android body."

“Oh,” Greg said, “So, I guess that explains some of your behavior over the last few years."

“What behavior?”

“Well, just before the anesthesia took effect, I saw you had a look of relief on your face."

“Well, I was glad that you managed to convert before having to go through the ordeal of radiation sickness,” John admitted, “Believe me, it would have been worse than living as a paraplegic."

“You’re probably right,” Greg admitted, “So how are you able to have so much access in the U.S. government?”

“Well, the world government now oversees each country government, so when it comes to our projects, we have carte blanche access pretty much everywhere,” John explained, “Each government already knows about the issue as well."

“So, what exactly did you do with Sabrina?”

“Well, we went to the shareholders of the company she worked for and told them if they helped us field test an HRM, we would give them contracts for the upcoming DPM models."

“Oh,” Greg said, “And what about me?”

“That was actually easier,” John laughed, “We were already working on some preliminary details with the FBI and other security agencies to prepare for the day when people start converting,” he continued, “We pulled a few strings to get them to clear you before the laws were written in."

“So, our governments already know about this and are prepared to create new sets of laws to manage the new android populace?” Greg asked.

“Yes,” John said, “As soon as we finalize our androids, the U.S. government will vote on and sign into law several new laws regarding the birth, life, and death of the new artificial humans."

“And they just expect people to convert right away?” Greg asked.

“No,” John laughed, “We expect most of the younger population, movie stars, and models will convert right away,” he said, “Others will convert when the radiation starts to affect them,” he continued, “And the elderly population will probably just opt to die out naturally."

“You guys have put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you?” Greg asked.

“Yes,” John said, “After all, we are creating the new human race."

“So, I’ve been wondering,” Greg said, “Can we actually die?”

“Yes,” John said, “Aside from any critical damage to the brain, the genetic algorithm determines at what age a person’s life will be terminated,” he explained, “Though, we are currently developing a resurrection hardware that would allow an android that determines its life is in danger to instantly upload it’s entire consciousness to a cloud server."

“Cool,” Greg said, “What’s holding you back so far?”

“We need to invent a transmitter which can burst transmit a tremendous amount of information in milliseconds,” John explained, “So far we’re trying to have it overload the entire body’s power supply to do so, which would effectively destroy the body itself, so we need to make sure it will be successful before we test it."

“That makes sense,” Greg nodded, “It almost sounds like an idea from a 21st century show called Battlestar Galactica,” he laughed, “The reimagined series, not the original."

“That’s actually where we got the idea,” John laughed, “I forgot you had a thing for early 21st century shows."

“And 20th century shows."

“Well, our hope is that no human should ever have to worry about unexpected or early death again,” John said, “That way, there should be less crime and people can lead more productive, carefree lives."

“That’s nice,” Greg said.

“We’re also working on a massive database to upload each terminated person’s collective life experience into for future generations to view as a sort of historical record."

“Cool,” Greg said.

“So, are us androids going to grow old and grey?” Sabrina asked.

“That's the one thing we were allowed to deviate from in terms of natural human aging,” John said, “Basically, instead of getting old and grey, a person will instead appear more distinguished, though they can opt to maybe give themselves a little grey hair to add to that."

“Cool,” Greg said, “What do you think of that dear?” he asked, looking over at Sabrina. Sabrina looked like she was slightly dazed though, and did not respond, “Sabrina, are you okay?” he asked, waving his hand in front of her eyes.

“Looks like I blew her mind,” John smiled.

“Yeah,” Greg smiled, “Sabrina, run full diagnostic."

“Running full diagnostic,” Sabrina replied in the clipped tone.

“Why don’t we rest a bit and get some refreshments?” John suggested, “Then, when Sabrina is finished with her diagnostic, you can ask me some more questions."

“Alright,” Greg agreed, “I do have quite a few more,” he smiled, and he left Sabrina running the diagnostic on the couch and got them some drinks.

[Spaz]

Part 5.3: Logistics

After they rested up a bit in the kitchen, and John contacted a repair team to come up pick his body up, they waited in the living room for Sabrina to finish her diagnostic. “Diagnostic complete,” Sabrina finally said nearly 15 minutes later, and then she came back to normal, “Oh, what happened?” she asked, looking a bit embarrassed.

“I don’t know, you tell us,” Greg smiled.

“I guess I just got a little excited at the prospect of not becoming an old lady,” Sabrina smiled.

“I thought as much,” Greg laughed, sitting down next to her and giving her a kiss.

“So you two, are you ready to ask me more questions?” John asked, sitting back down.

“Yeah,” Greg said, “I can tell you guys have obviously done a bang up job with making realistic androids,” he started, gesturing down at his own body, and at Sabrina’s and John’s, “But as much as you’ve explained how they are meant to replace our frail, organic bodies, you haven’t really explained any of the logistics involved."

“Well, that’s because the logistics behind all this are extensive,” John explained, “Where would you like me to start?”

“Well, you explained to me that because I was essentially beta testing Sabrina here, she was free of charge,” Greg said, “Just how much is it going to cost for a person to either convert, or for a critically injured or dead person to be remade into an HRM?”

“Not too much,” John said, “We’re still working out those final details, but so far the cost is estimated to be roughly half as much as the average person would pay for an average priced car."

“What!?” Greg and Sabrina both shouted.

“What’s the problem?” John asked with a confused look.

“I guess we weren’t expecting them to be so cheap and affordable,” Greg admitted, “How are you guys expected to make a reasonable profit?”

“Well, I already explained when Sabrina got her body upgrade that our company mines asteroids,” John explained, “That makes the metal we use for your skeletons much cheaper,” he said, “And your skin and musculature is synthesized from base animal material, though we’re trying to get the machine to work with plant material as well,” he continued, “Finally, over the years, we’ve managed to refine each process to further reduce costs."

“But you guys still could have hiked up the costs to earn a profit, why didn’t you?” Greg asked.

“Well, the cost was originally about twice as much,” John admitted, “But the world government was afraid that the original price might be misconstrued as a way for the upper classes to continue existence whilst essentially causing the lower classes to go extinct,” he explained, “So, they added subsidies to drop the costs, and we have zero interest credit plans as well."

“So, are you guys not interested in earning a profit then?” Sabrina asked.

“Hell no!” John said, “We’re more interested in allowing the human race to evolve through our technology, and to continue to exist."

“Then how are you going to make money off people?” Greg asked.

“Well, through the options program,” John explained, “We gave them to you guys for free, but those options will be offered at a fair cost for the average citizen,” he said, “Some of them, such as the built in phone option, will include subscription based fees as well."

“Figures,” Greg said.

“Yeah, well we do have to make money somehow."

“What if they want to have kids?” Sabrina asked, glancing sideways at Greg.

“The kids will have a cost as well,” John confirmed, “Though the first two will cost about as much as it would currently cost for someone to deliver a baby in the hospital."

“Just the first two?” Greg asked, “What if someone wants more than two kids?”

“Well, the world government isn’t banning people from having more than two kids, but they are discouraging it,” John said, “Basically, in our new state of evolution, they want people to exercise more responsibility in their procreation, so people won’t be able to have offspring created for them until they are financially secure, and of age,” he explained, “Also, with the cost of each child increasing after two, we hope that they will really think before having more."

“That makes sense,” Greg nodded, “Especially with dwindling food resources."

“Exactly."

“How did you get approval from the religious groups?” Sabrina asked, since both Greg and Sabrina were atheists, as well as a growing majority of the remaining world population.

“Well, since there's no more impregnation, there are no more abortions or birth control pills,” John explained, “So they no longer have anything to object to since we aren’t killing anything, merely preventing or delaying their creation,” he continued, “They actually approve because now people can have sex without unintended consequences, and people will actually be more responsible when it comes to having offspring."

“Well that’s good,” Greg said, “I wasn’t looking forward to religious groups complaining even more."

“Well, there will be some who oppose converting or other people converting,” John said, “But those will mostly be zealots or extremist groups, and will die out with the radiation sickness or old age."

“Good,” Sabrina said, “I can’t stand people like that."

“Well, we’re hoping that all undesirable groups die out with homosapiens,” John agreed.

“How else are you guys going to make money?” Greg asked.

“Well, our original purpose before being drafted was to build sex bots and domestic units,” John said, “So we would just develop custom, basic A.I. sex bots and domestic units,” he said, “In addition to the more sophisticated DPMs like Ipek here."

“Wouldn’t there be arguments in future generations regarding the slavery of sex bots and domestic units?” Greg asked, “Since they would essentially be the same species as the populace."

“Possibly,” John admitted, “But they will have far different programming and will not have any free will or sentience,” he explained, “Essentially, they will just be human-looking appliances."

“Oh, that makes sense,” Greg said, “And the DPMS?"

“For the most part, they'll be owned by their own donor,” John explained, “They will only operate based on their donor’s instructions and programming, and can be recalled at any time."

“Well, it sounds like you guys really have thought of everything,” Greg said.

“We’ve certainly tried,” John smiled.

“What about the laws?” Sabrina asked, “What’s to stop people from switching bodies and committing crimes in them, or modifying themselves to be immortal?"

“Good questions?” John said, “Well, for one thing, the ability for your brains to work in another person’s body is an option,” he started, “And your body has to adapt itself to the new brain, so it maintains a record of their identity for those purposes."

“Okay, but what about immortality?” Sabrina asked.

“Well, basically, when a person’s genetic and aging algorithm’s indicate they are near death, the person will receive a notice one year before they are expected to terminate,” John explained, “However, if they are the primary caregiver for a child, or have other unfinished business, they can petition for an extension and then pay for one additional year, or however long it is determined they will need."

“But, can’t they modify their own code to ignore the termination?” Sabrina asked.

“They can, but the authorities will be alerted if they fail to terminate within a few days,” John said, “And, even if they elude the authorities, we’ve engineered the brains to require a specific chemical infusion every five years,” he said, “One only WE can synthesize and supply."

“Oh."

“But, how long are we expected to live before having to terminate?” Greg asked, “I mean, we are all going to be android and immune to sickness, ailment, infirmity, and disease."

“Well, in regards to the lack of sickness, the world government feels that adds roughly ten years to the average lifespan,” John said, “As for any further, they have dictated an incentive based increase."

“What does that mean?” Greg asked.

“Basically, the calculation that determined our lifespan is affected by environmental factors as well,” John explained, “The world government wanted to give humanity an incentive to continue to clean up the radiation and pollution caused by the war and industrial eras, so with each major milestone in the cleaning, they could decree that humanity can get extra years added to their lifespan."

“Oh,” Greg said, “That’s really smart."

“But, why can’t we just live forever?” Sabrina asked.

“Because that’s unnatural,” John said simply, “If we were to live forever and continue reproducing, there wouldn’t be enough resources and the newer generations would be unable to thrive,” he explained, “Plus, don’t you think immortality might become boring after a while?”

“Perhaps,” Sabrina admitted.

“So, are there any other options that you guys are going to take advantage of to make more money?” Greg asked.

“Actually yes,” John said, “Originally we intended on your spare hands and feet to be used as simple replacements,” John explained, “But we were fascinated by how Sabrina, and a few other female HRMS, used them as alternate makeup hands or feet."

“Yeah, though that was actually Greg’s idea,” Sabrina laughed, “He prefers natural nails while I’m at home, but I prefer made up nails while I’m out."

“Yeah, well some of the male HRMs also liked having tattooed arms at home, but needed natural arms at work,” John explained, “So it gave us the idea to allow people to purchase spare arms, legs, hands, feet, and even whole extra bodies, to decorate with body art or makeup, whilst also having a perfectly natural looking body, or limbs, for professional work."

“Cool,” Sabrina said.

“Yeah, I can already picture the inside of a rich woman’s closet,” Greg laughed, “Dozens of extra pairs of feet to match each of her shoes."

“Exactly!” John laughed.

“What about repairs?” Greg asked, “And this resurrection program you’re still working on?”

“Well, repairs will depend on the technician, and the extent of the damage,” John explained, “As for the resurrection, whoever is responsible for the person’s ‘death’ will be responsible for that payment, the price of which would be determined by a judge or a court of law."

“Is there a limit to the number of times a person can be resurrected?” Greg asked.

“No, but if it’s determined that the person killed themselves, they will not be resurrected,” John said.

“Interesting,” Greg mused.

“Basically, with the resurrection program, we’re hoping it will put people off from killing one another,” John said, “I mean, if you can’t actually kill a person, why try?”

“Good point,” Greg said, “I hope it actually works."

“Me too,” John said.

“So, I think another question is, do we need to worry about some super smart A.I. taking over our minds?” Greg asked.

“No,” John said, “We know that’s going to be a big issue, but the plain truth is each of your brains are totally independent of one another,” John explained, “There is no networking, no continuous connection, and no external oversight,” he said, “There is a 0% chance of that happening."

“Good,” Sabrina said.

“That isn’t to say that one of the artificial humans can’t become evil,” John said, “There’s not going to be any Asimov’s laws programmed into people, so they will be as good or evil as their upbringing, environment, and social status make them."

“Yeah, I suppose if you have to make them completely human, anything is possible,” Greg sighed.

“Yeah,” John agreed.

“So, what kinds of laws will have to be enacted to deal with artificial humans?” Sabrina asked.

“Well, let’s start with a few obvious ones,” John said, “Adults won’t be allowed to inhabit a child body, even if it is one of their previous bodies” he said, “And children won’t be allowed to inhabit an adult body,” he added with a smile, “Pretty basic stuff, actually."

“Makes sense,” Sabrina nodded.

“There won’t be any unlicensed repairs or modifications permitted for artificial humans,” John continued, “We can’t have people turning themselves into Iron Man or anything."

“So, are there going to be any other advantages to using these artificial bodies aside from the medical benefits?” Greg asked.

“Well, because the exchange of genetic data is now handled in a computer, asexual reproduction will now be possible for the human race."

“Does that mean a gay couple can actually have children of their own?” Sabrina asked.

“Exactly,” John smiled.

“Aww, that means our friends can finally have a baby,” Sabrina said.

“Yeah, that is an unintended benefit,” John smiled, “But it should obviously hook the gay community."

“I’m curious, are we being monitored with GPS?” Greg asked.

“Well, we can track your bodies in case they are missing or stolen,” John said, “And of course the police can track someone if they have a warrant,” he added, “But we don’t monitor your locations continuously."

“Still, that might cause some problems,” Greg said.

“Yeah, we’re still working on the details for that,” John admitted.

“Just how did you guys get so many laws written up already?” Sabrina asked, “I mean, you still aren’t ready to release the androids to the populace."

“Well, to tell the truth, we’ve actually been using law students,” John admitted bashfully, “We’ve told them this is all hypothetical, though the laws they have come up with are legit, at least, according to our lawyers.”

“That’s pretty smart,” Greg said.

“Pretty sneaky too,” Sabrina added.

“Yeah, well it’s all still top secret, and it was a way to save money and time,” John said, and before he could say anything else, there was a knocking at the door and then a team of technicians arrived. “Ah, looks like my repair team is here,” John smiled, “Did you two get all the answers you needed?”

“I think so,” Greg said, “You’ve given us a lot to think about."

“So, are you guys looking forward to your honeymoon?”

“Yes,” Sabrina smiled, “I hope that private resort you gifted us is as fun as you say it is."

“You’ll enjoy it,” John assured them, “It’s actually a test location for actual resorts we’re planning on in the near future, so you’ll basically be beta testing its…features."

“Why am not surprised?” Greg said sarcastically, “I think we’re going to bring Ipek with us though, so we can play around with each other again."

“There are assistants there to help you,” John pointed out.

“Yeah, but we’d feel more comfortable if we had Ipek with us,” Sabrina said, “After all, she is a member of our family."

“Yeah,” Greg agreed.

“Alright,” John smiled, “Then I think I’ll let you guys have Ipek back while these gentlemen get me back to the lab,” he said, making the seam appear around his head, “The private airship will be waiting for you at the coordinates I provided."

“Alright, thanks…dad,” Greg smiled as one of the technicians walked over to pull his brain out.

John smiled as his brain was pulled out. Ipek’s body retained the smile, but relaxed it pose. The technicians stored John’s brain in a box similar to the one that Greg had stored Ipek’s in, then they loaded his damaged body up onto a stretcher and left.

“Well dear, what say we get Ipek back in her body and start packing?” Greg suggested, pulling the box with Ipek’s brain in it out.

“Alright,” Sabrina smiled.