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In Control - Chapter 3: Anger management, part 5/5

Post by Propman » Wed May 08, 2019 8:55 am

Gabriela has prepared a set of handcuff from Selina’s box, and prodded Michelle to the basement door. Alex stood behind her, blocking any attempts of escape. “Don’t wake Jorge up, chica.” Gabriela smirked. “I bet he’s tired.” She has put a large, gallon bottle of water she has hauled effortlessly from the kitchen, and a loaf of toast bread on the lowest stair step. “If you need to use the toilet, ask politely. I am not entirely heartless.”

“This is my house, Gabriela.” Michelle answered.

¿Neta?” the Latina examined her shiny fingernails. “You should have registered it as a company property, that could have saved you some tax money. Maybe I should do it – it is my company asset.”

“You know you’re not a real billionaire, you know you’re a robot, and you have no actual claim to the house or company.” Michelle stated calmly. “Cognitive dissonance much?”

Gabriela shot her an angry glare. “I am so disappointed in you, Michelle.” The fembot pulled gently Michelle’s arm and unlocked the handcuffs.

Ándale, Alejandro.”, Gabriela snapped her fingers. Alex didn’t seem to get it. “Follow me.”

“You seem to have become more Mexican now.”, Michelle pointed out. “Unwinding spiral, Gaby dear.”

Gabriela didn’t answer, instead she had picked up the deactivated Betty – also with no significant effort, hauling the slumped girl by her mid-torso. “Goodnight, Michelle.” she said sternly. “We shall see each other soon, piruja.” Alex turned the key in the lock and the robot couple left the basement.

Michelle chuckled and counted to ten, walking quietly to the door, checking whether the robot wasn’t listening. Of course, she wouldn’t hear their breaths… but she has heard a long-winded rant in Spanish coming from the salon… later supplemented by the sounds of a TV. She looked at the George, curled up on a makeshift bed from tarps. “Another fine mess you’ve got us into”, she muttered and started to quietly wake him up.

In the meantime, Gabriela started talking to Alex who barely understood Spanish, describing Michelle in not the kindest words at all. “No gustas de mi nuevo peinado?” she asked, looking at him. Alex just smiled in return – Gabriela didn’t really recognize it as the strategy she herself employed – smile or batting of eyelashes was her usual response when she couldn’t find a telenovela quote in her database. He didn’t oppose her talking in Spanish – everything must therefore be okay. The fembot spent a couple of hours active – and it was not that much of a taxing physical activity. She has found an effective charging station upstairs, rememebered that most of the company work she could have gone after 6PM would be useless, and thus knew she had at least three hours only for herself… and “Alejandro”.

Gabriela sat daintily, spreading her arms across the back of the couch, and putting her stiletto-clad feet on the end table. Then, she flicked through the news channels, stopping briefly at a cartoon – something she has never seen. After a couple of cutesy scenes, she flicked on, finally stopping at Judge Judy. Evidently, that was… interesting. As Gabriela turned the sound up, she was stopped by Alex, looking for a new task to perform.

“Ms. Calderon?” Gabriela dismissed him. “Go away, Alejandro. I am watching TV.”

“Where should I go?”, the musclebound hunk asked politely. Gabriela paused for a moment. “Don’t go. Stay here. Watch TV with me.” Alex sat down next to his… fellow robot, but Gabriela didn’t show him much affectation – not to mention that she maintained iron grip on the remote. They watched the rest of the court show in silence, not stopping even for advertisements.
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Re: In Control - Chapter 3: Anger management, part 1/?

Post by Propman » Wed May 08, 2019 11:23 pm

Michelle had related Gabriela’s story to George, and she was about as polite as Gabriela was when describing her. “How on earth the same shit can happen twice? You’d think you’d stop building domineering robots after Selina. You don’t just got issues, you got a subscription.”

“Okay, with Catwoman it was basically the most recognizable superheroine whose theme is still… tight latex. And Selina is mostly polite now. But maybe, yeah, I like take-charge, headstrong ladies. I married one, after all.”

“Oh wow, more bullshit from you.”, Michelle rolled her eyes. The light bulbs were bright enough for them to see each other.

“Thank you for proving me right.”, George answered.

“Well yeah, you think I’d go ‘awww’ and pet you? We’re still locked in the basement by a psychotic robot dominatrix you built.”

“The problem is control, though.” the man scratched his cheek. “Dammit, I don’t want to hurt her or anything, as you said, it’s a feedback loop that will cause her to crash.”

“I know.” Michelle surprised him. “She genuinely wanted to be nice to me… I tried to cheat her and she noticed it. I gave her a lot of ideas she’s acting on right now – probably if I didn’t say she would be our boss she’d be demure. Sure, we need to shut her down, but… I don’t hate her. Not really. Wouldn’t mind kicking her in the face once or twice, though.”

“I think you could damage her skin at best. Llanas are strong and durable. She can bench-press... hmmm, around 250 pounds.”

“So direct violence is out of the question. Negotiating…” Michelle thought. “She’s still programmed to want to talk to me. Even if she interprets it very personally. Eventually she’d learn how not to be a bitch.”

“Eventually.” Scoffed George.

“I do think Alex is key to her, we shouldn’t waste time trying to distract Gabriela, we could convince Alex. They learn from each other.”, Michelle whispered.

“She already has Alex, will have Betty and Mindy is coming home tomorrow.” The tough, pink haired Mindy was currently rented out as a dancer on a concert – and her personality was only marginally stronger than Alex’. “You have set Alex’ priorities to obey Gabriela before you, but normally this can’t happen unless a direct action of the robots’ owner…”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m angry at both you and at myself. I made a mistake, and because I’m not a crazy bitch, I’m not afraid to admit it… hmmm.” Michelle paused for a moment. “Anyway, yeah, I get it. If Mindy gets home she might believe that Gabriela runs everything now, especially if Alex confirms it. She might not, though.”

“I usually tell her to go home and wait for us. That’s what she’ll do. She might talk to them, but it’s hard to predict whether she’d buy it. They’re coded to be company property.”

“Is… is Gabriela company property too?” Michelle asked. “We could use that.”

“Damn... no. She emulates a personality, follows some basic directives, obeys whoever activated her last. I was going to set the admin to us both as soon as we were back. I should have switched Alex off as well.”

“I mean, we will get out of this shit, somehow.” Michelle added. “She might look fierce, but she’s fairly stupid, compared to humans. I’m sure there’s a solution in here somewhere.” She smiled, relieved. “Scoot over.” George did and the couple cuddled on the makeshift bed.

“Isn’t Wonder Woman the most recognizable superheroine?” She added before slumping into Dreamland.

“She totally was a dominatrix back in the forties, we’d end up in the same place anyway.”, George yawned. He hugged her – partly to stay warm, partly to stay close.

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Re: In Control - Chapter 3: Anger management, part 2/?

Post by Propman » Sun May 12, 2019 12:19 pm

A couple of hours later, a sudden beep and a whirr of synthetic muscles activated the nude, curvaceous form of Gabriela. She had the previous evening told Alexander to carry her to the nearest android charging station and plug her in – she watched as he stuck twin chargers to the ports hidden in her back. Now, she has lifted herself on her elbows and felt the connectors letting go. The synthetic covers lifted down with barely audible whoosh. Gabriela squeezed down, crawling out of the charging station, shapely legs first. She looked around the docking station, noticing the disabled Betty.

She stepped downstairs, still completely in the nude, and walked inside the bathroom, and after a longer while she walked out, wrapped in George’s old towel, with another one covering her hair. The Latina gynoid also used this opportunity to opened her discharge chute and got rid of the few liquids that weren’t absorbed by her systems to hydrate skin and moisturize her eyes. Gabriela was now smelling even more intently - this time of strawberry with herbal-like undertones.

She froze again, standing stood in the hall, and out of sudden, she walked towards the basement door. Her hitherto blank, beautiful face with tall cheekbones suddenly affected a sly look as she leaned to listen. Disappointed, she heard nothing. And so, she walked back upstairs, noting that Alex has dressed up and charged back as well. “Good morning Gabriela”, he greeted her. “Are you fully functional?” She nodded graciously, holding the tower on her hair. “Are you happy?”, he asked again.

“Not quite, Alejandro.” Gabriela took off the towel wrap, once again exposing her voluptuous figure. She walked to the chair where she had put her lingerie and dressed up as well. Alex observed her closely. Gabriela found a couple of outfits that fit her – she was about the same height and similar built to Selina and a couple of other fembots.

“How can I make you happy?”, Alex asked her, as she put on back her business suit – this time completing it with a found mini-skirt and a pair of long, over-the-knee high-heeled boots that belonged to Selina. They might have been too small, but Gabriela rammed her feet in forcibly – not feeling pain and not worrying about skin lesions helped.

“By doing what I tell you, chico.”, Gabriela answered simply. She has tied a red long silken scarf around her neck, letting it hang like a tie. She glanced at the mirror, satisfied with her new long hair and appearance. While applying her fierce makeup and smokey eye shadow she seemed focused, but Alex stopped. “What do you want me to do?”

“Patience, Andro. Above all, self-control.” Gabriela reacted. Something in this line triggered more associations. “I have plans for the company” she has raised her finger. “The company might have existed before, but I shall maintain it, improve it. I will have rid it of any... imperfections. The Rent-a-bot business shall blossom! Prove yourselves to me! Be utterly loyal to me! And I will never betray you!”

Alex just nodded. Evil New Era speech was simply wasted on the android. But Gabriela herself didn’t really care -- having said it was just another checkmark on her Telenovela Character List.

Gabriela put her hands on her hips. “Well, then, mi amor. ¿Que haremos ahora? What shall we do next?”

Alex thought for a while. “You run the company now, Gabriela.”

She grinned, satisfied. “We must feed the humans. Eventually, let them out... but not now. So fragile. I must talk to Michelle for a while.” She glared at Alex. “Follow me. You will stop George and Michelle from leaving the basement now. If I tell you to escort them, you will stop them from leaving the house. Restraining them if necessary. Understood?” Neither Gabriela nor Alex would endeavor to cause actual physical harm to Michelle or George – but some restrain could be acceptable – especially in character as the domineering Gabriela.

“Yes, boss.”. Gabriela nodded with apparent satisfaction. She swept her long hair aside and went to the kitchen, with Alex following her in tow. She picked a fruit bowl and a bottle of coke and handed them to Alex. “We might run out of food. To buy food, I need money, to obtain money we need to work.” she said to Alex, observing his reaction.

“You need to contact the people to rent out robots.”. Alex said. “This is how the company works.”

Gabriela Calderón, a businesswoman, didn’t really know that, but nodded. “First, I need to talk with Michelle, to learn more from her. Protect me, and remember, they can’t leave the basement unless I allow it.”

She has fished out the key from the pocket of her business jacket, and opened the door. Downstairs, she discovered the couple hugging each other, still sleeping. A mean smile came on her large lips.

“Wakey-wakey! Despierta!”, she gently prodded George with her shiny boot.

“Mfff… you?” George was surprised. “What’s with the new hair?”

Finalmente, alguien lo noto!”, Gabriela snarled. “It’s not for YOU, though. Get up, Jorge.”

“Oh, hey, Gaby. Came here to gloat and snarl? About the only thing you can do?” Michelle looked pleased. “Also, hey Alex. Good morning. What’s up with your new boss?”

“I can do a lot, Michelle, as you have surely realized.” Gabriela narrowed her eyes. “ I am a woman of many talents.” She took food and drink from Alex and put it on the floor. “Food for you.” Examining the bottle of water, she realized that they still have plenty. “Excuse me if I don’t join you for breakfast. If you need hygiene, Alex will escort you to the bathroom upstairs.”

“How efficient, you truly are becoming a model kidnapper.”, George mouthed.

“Silence, varón.” Gabriela waved a finger at him. She paced around Michelle, still wrapped in her makeshift tarp.

“This is a punishment.” Gabriela hissed. “No one rejects Gabriela Ortega-Calderón. No one. You will stay here, until you learn your place, Michelle.”

“Mhmmm.”, Michelle smiled. “And where’s that place? Directly under you?”

“Yes. It’s by my side.”, Gabriela answered frankly. “En el fondo sabes que eres mía para siempre…” She put one hand in her pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, twirling them on her thumb.

“You know I can’t speak Spanish. Do you know Spanish, George?” Michelle very calmly picked an apple and bit it. Her husband, sensing some mischievous plot turned his head. “So, if we don’t speak the same language, how can we talk?”

“I’m better than you.” Gabriela remembered the conversation from yesterday. “It’s a great opportunity for me to develop.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt you will. You and your little henchman, Alex. The past day was very educational for you… probably because it was the first day of your life, little Gaby.” Michelle threw the apple core under Gabriela’s feet… And Alex rushed it, still following the directive to protect the Latina. Gabriela snapped her fingers. “Alex, stop!”

“Age is just a state of mind. You are as old as you think you are. You have to count your blessings and be happy.”, Gabriela hissed menacingly.

“Thinking you’re fifty doesn’t actually make you fifty.”, Michelle smiled innocently.

Gabriela froze for a split-second. “Maybe we should put it to a test.”

“What test, Gaby? Haven’t you seen how you were turned on and off again?”, Michelle was polite. “Are you repeating some telenovela lines again? It’s okay to admit it, this house is full of vague robots spouting random lines.”

Gabriela sent her an ice-cold gaze… but Michelle grinned sweetly in response. “Alex, is Gabriela a robot?”

“Yes.”, Alex answered. Michelle just smiled. “What was your response about robots, Gaby? Care to share it with the class?”

Gabriela froze again. “Santa Lucia… I don’t NEED to.”, she snapped back. “I am Gabriela Ortega-Calderón, billionairess!”. She twirled on her heels. “Alex, we’re leaving.”

“Wait.”, Michelle said. “SOME of us need hygiene. I want to go with Alex, he might be a guy but I trust him more than you.”

George, who’s been eating bread with fruit, nodded.

“Fine.” Gabriela folded her arms. “I’m doing it only because I care about you.” She moved menacingly towards George. “El macho inútile…” she whispered quietly to him. “Don’t try to trick me.”

“I don’t think the level of your intelligence allows you to be tricked.”, George answered smiling, to the giggle of the leaving Michelle. Gabriela only nodded slyly. As Alex escorted Michelle, George turned to Gabriela.

“Seriously, Gabriela, what’s with the hairdo? I mean, it’s more feminine, sure. But why?”

“Like my mother used to say, a woman who doesn’t change is a woman who doesn’t breathe.”, the gynoid answered. The fact that she didn’t breathe either was lost on her.

“That’s more like it.”, George smiled slightly. “You wanted to change? Why?”

“I do not have to answer your questions. No eres nada para mí. Un hombre enfermo y patético.” Gabriela snarled. George could understand some bits of the last sentence.

“Aw, Gabriela, you hate men now? Aren’t you “between husbands”? Or is it just me?”, George smiled.

“I am more of a man now than you’ll ever be!” she spat. She averted his gaze, but put her hands on his shoulders. “You can also join me and serve my company. I appreciate loyalty.”

“A quick change of heart, Gabriela.”, George smirked. “Your personality readjusts, eventually you’ll find your own voice. Reasonably own.”

“I am not entirely heartless, Jorge.”, Gabriela said, lowering her voice. “As you will come to see.”

“Awww…” he genuinely couldn’t help himself. “See, sometimes you stumble on a good line. That’s why…” he didn’t want to remind the robot of Michelle. “I wanted you to talk with people to find good reactions. Don’t spend as much time with Alex, talk to more developed people.”

“You won’t take my Alejandro away from me!” Gabriela raised her arms in the air, and waved her finger in front of George’s face.

As Alex and Michelle came in, Gabriela seemed relieved. “Alex, take the man away.”

“I have nothing more to say to you, Gabriela”, George said as he left.

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Re: In Control - Chapter 3: Anger management, part 3/5

Post by Propman » Mon May 13, 2019 11:50 pm

Gabriela folded her arms again and strutted towards Michelle. The short black girl seemed way too relaxed. “Happy now, Gaby? I really thought I wasted my time talking to you, turns out that at least you benefited.”

“Wasting time with the wrong person is just time wasted.”, Gabriela answered, brusquely. Michelle thought of it.

“I suppose you’re right… even more right than you think you are.”

“I am not always right. Just most of the time”, Gabriela put hand on her chest. Michelle just smiled.

“Honey, could you give me an example? Where were you right recently? When you thought locking me up would make you like me? When you thought you were a billionaire?”

“I am Gabriela Ortega-Calderón, billionairess. I own a mansion and a yacht.” Gabriela hissed.

“Just saying…” Michelle chuckled. “Repeating things does not, in fact, make them true. Hello Alex, I hope we didn’t give you any trouble, love.”

“I have nothing more to say to you!”, Gabriela stormed off, with Alex following her faithfully.

“Bye bye, Gaby” Michelle chuckled. “Be back around lunch time!”

“Have you heard that, Alejandro?!” In the salon the enraged Gabriela turned back to Alex. “Me ha insultada! Nunca he estado tan enojada en mi vida!

“I’m sorry Gabriela, I do not understand Spanish.”

“AIII--RGH”, screamed the fembot. She lifted her right arm and SLAPPED! Alex so hard he reeled. It echoed across the salon. “No one understands the real me! All I have is an IDIOT who isn’t even at my level ”

Alex stared back at her, slowly. His usually pleasantly dim expression focused. “You hit me.”, he said, surprised.

“You MADE me do it!”, she winced, baring her perfectly white teeth. Her processing turned into higher gear “I am… am-am-am just sooo angry. You must make me-me happy, Alex. You must work harder. Prove your love for me.”

Alex just stared blankly at her, a little lost. Gabriela’s priorities reactivated, and she looked down on him, pouting.

“Well then.”, she swept her long blonde hair aside. “We need to get to business.” She has reached the computer lying on the table and started it up, sitting daintily at the table. It wasn’t password-protected, but Gabriela had difficulties in navigating the system. Alex just stared at her.

“We have one robot available, the Betty girl”. Gabriela noticed after a while. “I need to find some way to make her earn money.”

“Three, Ms. Calderon. Betty, me, and yourself.”

“Don't be estupido.” Gabriela glared at him over the computer screen. “I'm the owner of the company, not some dumb doll for hire. Gabriela Ortega-Calderón does not show her beautiful body off for a bunch of... drooling nerds! And I’m going to need you by my side.” Alex looked at her and nodded.

“So what can we do with a single robot? Make her important, make her a star…” she paused for a moment and began to type. “Alejandro, bring me my glasses, and Michelle’s purse?” She looked at the computer screen. “I’ll have to order pizza for my partners downstairs. I’m sure they’ll be delighted once they hear about my brilliant ideas for Rent-a-bot.”

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Post by Propman » Wed May 15, 2019 11:24 pm

A couple of hours later, when Gabriela and Alex entered the basement, Michelle beamed. “Oh, look honey, dinner’s here! I wonder what our dear Gaby has picked for us. Did Alex help you?”

Gabriela looked down on them, and put the pizza boxes. “Excuse me if I don’t join you for lunch.”, she added.

“Pepperoni... “ Michelle opened the second layer. “Oh, BBQ Chicken!, how nice of you.”

“I am NICE.”, Gabriela smiled. “Michelle, mi querida niña, I have some ideas I’d like to share with you.”, She pulled out a sheet of paper from the pocket of her jacket and passed it to the African-American woman.

Michelle looked and turned to George: “Let’s see it together, after all…” she observed Gabriela and thrown a glance at Alex. “Me and my husband are equal partners, despite our differences.”

George noted: “You have terrible penmanship for a businesswoman, Gabriela.” It was big, block letters instead of elegant cursive. “Of course, you never actually learned to write, and I haven’t programmed penmanship… You draw the letters you see, pretty sweet.”

Gabriela gritted her teeth and clenched her fist, but said nothing.

“Actually…”, Michelle looked at the notes… “Some of these aren’t bad ideas. Hiring a professional photographer to do a promotional shoot or a film would cost some money, but it might mean a return of investment.”

“How do you plan on contacting the property owners? You don’t really have connections, you know.”

Gabriela smirked. “One step ahead of you. I have e-mailed the golf courses in the area to ask them about any presentations or possibilities for events. Then I’ll network.”

“Hmmm…” George scratched his head. “Call them today or tomorrow, cold mailing works better if it’s personalized. Do the same with bars, too, look up any events.”

Gabriela nodded.

“Until we see the benefits of the photo shoot, I’m not investing more money into our website, though.” Michelle glanced at Gabriela’s sloppy letters. “Quite nice ideas, Gabriela. You’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to do, taking some effort from our shoulders.” She bit a big chunk of pizza. “Where did you get the money from? If you took my credit card you’ll have to pay it back.”

Gabriela smirked. “There was some cash in your purse. I want access to the company account, now that I run the company.”

“Mfff… You don’t.” Michelle swallowed her bite of pizza. “All you did is to have good ideas. Spotty teenagers have good ideas for video games, doesn’t mean that they’d actually make them. Sorry, Gaby, life’s complicated, whether you’re a human being or a robot billionaire.”

“I do not understand. You like me. I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to do!” Gabriela exclaimed, now more surprised than angry. “Why won’t you listen to me?”

“I dunno, because you locked us in our basement, boss us and our good friend Alex around, spend my money?” Michelle looked at Gabriela defiantly.

“She hit me.” Alex complained, to Michelle’s genuine surprise. The black girl stared at the fembot after a long while. “You did what?!”

“This is not your business, Michelle”, Gabriela folded her arms again. “Know your place.”, she added.

“Hitting my robot, my friend Alex?”, Michelle continued. “All he does is to act as your willing accomplice, and that’s how you treat him? I can’t believe you wanted me to be your partner!”

“I reward loyalty and punish defiance.”, Gabriela glared at Michelle intently. “You know that, my love. Maybe it’s karma. I’d never slap you, of course.”

“So you’d abuse only the people who you can abuse?”, Michelle walked to Alex and tried to touch him. The android didn’t react, but Gabriela grabbed Alex and guided him away. “Really, you should be ashamed of yourself. What did he do to deserve this, ‘Ms. Calderón’?”

“He refused to understand me. He’s not like me.”, Gabriela explained calmly. Alex said nothing.

“You are like him and dependent on him in more ways than you can imagine.” Michelle said, also icily calm. “Take your fake skin off, and you’re both assembly of plastic and metal.”

“How… gauche”, Gabriela smiled – at least the corners of her mouth rose slightly. “I do not respond kindly to threats.”

“No, Gaby dear, you only make them.”, Michelle answered. “Oh, look, I also learned nice comebacks from you.”

“You could lock us in the bedroom. Sure, there’s a window but there’s a soft bed there, too. And something to read.” George pointed. “As long as you want to play the businesswoman, you could...”

“You two malditos seem to be under the impression that this is some FUCKING vacation.”, Gabriela leaned over, her palms resting on the workbench. “That I’m some insignificant robot doing your job for you. This is meant to be a fucking PUNISHMENT.” She pounded her fist on the bench, causing tools to shake.

“Well, today's fun and games was only the start. Tomorrow... I will be getting serious.” She added in a cold, menacing tone.

“I wonder which soap opera is this. Well, can’t blame you for scraping the bottom of the barrel, it’s not like we can do brain transplants, helicopter explosions, evil twins… well, good twins in your case.”, Michelle said calmly. “It’s gonna be kidnappings and ineffective menacing from now on. When did you jump the shark, Gaby?”

“Michelle, stop.” George sounded concerned. “I’m worried about Alex – she can’t hit us, but she’ll project this frustration onto him. She can be very human in this respect.”

Alex looked at George… then at Gabriela. Gabriela looked perfectly polite again, but her green eyes lost that weird glow.

“Fine. Goodbye, Gaby, you clawless tiger.” Michelle turned back to the blonde fembot. “I really trust your capability to learn after this little conversation.”

The robots left the basement again, and Gabriela faced Alex sternly, her hands nervously folded behind her back.

Un soplón”, she hissed. “Everyone’s turning against me. And after all I gave up for this company!”

“I’m very sorry, Gabriela”, Alex answered defensively.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. You have directly undermined MY authority. I need to calm down.”, Gabriela walked up to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of tap water. “How on earth am I supposed to make them obey me, if you make me seem like a bad person?” She sipped the water slowly. “It’s that damned couple. They keep provoking me.”

“Don’t listen to them.”, Alex answered.

“I’m sorry, Alexander, but I simply must talk with Michelle to develop myself.”, Gabriela answered reflexively. Though she now obeyed Alex, the “attraction” to Michelle was part of her core programming. “She will be mine, even if I’ll have to rent her out as a fembot”.

“She doesn’t want to be yours. She is amused by you.”, Alex noticed.

CRACKK! Gabriela’s clenched fist broke the water glass. There was no blood. No pain. Ms. Calderon stood up and grabbed Alex’ collar with her other hand, and effortlessly lifted him an inch or so above ground. “What. Did. I. Tell. You. About. Undermining. ME?”, she roared. It’s debatable whether Alex capable of feeling fear… nevertheless, he just nodded and said “I’m sorry, Ms. Calderón.”

“Good.”, she, still angrily reached her right hand in front of her face. “Remove the glass shards.” He began to pick them, one by one. Her synthetic flesh was only slightly pierced – and with proper maintenance small scars would peel off, requiring hydration. “Clean it up.” Gabriela ordered, and relaxed in front of TV, her head leaned in the palm of her hand.

A couple of minutes later, someone rang the door. “Hey, I’m back.” Gabriela looked at Alex quizzically.

“It’s Mindy.” Alex explained. “She has ended her work shift.”

“Another robot?” Alex nodded. “Órale, let her in.”

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