Shannon's Third Law -- Part 3

[ministrations]

Shannon’s intricate sound-detection system heard gasps from the moment she left the back room.

A few of those were moans from other sex rooms; both prerecorded ones offered by other companions and natural ones from paying guests. But most of the noise was directed at her.

While on the outside, her personality simulation offered no clue that she had been damaged during her assignation with the Unnamed Man, the regular human guests could tell something was wrong. (As crazy as things got inside the club, companions almost never took off their scant clothing outside the sex rooms.)

The other bots, programmed to ignore one of their own, continued to perform their assigned tasks… even as their human partners caught a glimpse of the nubile form parading past them, her eyes staring straight ahead, her privates still glowing softly from her sanitation procedure.

A tall man holding a beer got up from the worn wooden bar to block Shannon’s beeline.

“Where you going, hon? You got all the action you want right here,” he told her, his friends looking on from the bar and holding back laughs.

Her personality simulation halted. She twisted her head to look at him, changing her sexy expression to matter-of-fact in an instant.

“Sexual systems failure. Orgasm and vaginal stimulation subroutines have been disabled. Please service immediately to avoid further product damage.”

When he didn’t respond for a second or two, her default personality came online again.

“Excuse me handsome, but I need to be-be-be somewhere right now,” Shannon said, giving the guest a demure smile. She walked around him, ignoring the laughs behind her, and opened the door.

* * *

When Shannon’s autotimer reloaded her personality into her alternate processing units, it reset several important facts to the values held when those units last activated.

Her auxiliary memory instructed her to return not to the Donkey Show, but the Playful Pussycat, another dive club in northern Pennsylvania.

Her locator program activated her internal GPS programs. In milliseconds, she had plotted a course to her intended destination. Not programmed with access to a vehicle or cash to expedite her journey, her logic center concluded that she must return to her registered domicile under her own power.

To maximize power efficiency for the trip, Shannon shunted most of her active power to her drive system. Her personality simulation was reprioritized to standby only. The other random, involuntary movements that made her appear more human were cancelled.

Damaged as it was, and operating on low-power mode, her logic center did not take human concerns such as clothing into account.

* * *

Shannon took five steps out the door when an external command appeared on her status line:

STOP MOTION

The nude companion stopped her movements (her drive system locked up temporarily) but did not turn around.

Teresa, a raven-haired waitress who also served as the club’s lead admin bot on Thursday nights, walked around the frozen nude woman. She detected no visible damage to the unit from her vantage point, five-foot-three to Shannon’s six-foot frame.

RETURN TO LAST BOOT LOCATION

Shannon’s auxiliary processors recognized the command, as it was properly signed and delivered. However, her current owner database was locked in her failed memory units. If that database were operational, Shannon would have committed a violation and shut down the moment she left the sex room.

“I’m sorry. I cannot do that,” Shannon said out loud.

Teresa was not expecting that the companion would answer a command with a verbal reply, much less a negative one. Her logic center decided to change tactics on the rogue sex machine.

“You MUST return to the club immediately,” Teresa told Shannon, simultaneously delivering another return command to the companion’s brain.

Shannon began to walk again, away from the club.

PING 325. . . . . . . . . ADMIN ACCEPTED
RETURN TO LAST BOOT LOCATION
COMMAND FAILURE
RESET

Shannon froze as her power manager reinitialized.

* * *

Most of the guests who go to sex clubs don’t want to look beneath the surface. The fact that the girl programmed to act 14 might be twice that age, while the 60-year-old GrannyBot might have been activated that morning, doesn’t register with the clientele.

Except for a few technophiles, it’s all blonde, brunette, redhead. Tits too large? Just wait until she blinks. Worried about your size? Even the oldest models are ready for that.

So most of Shannon’s recent partners at the Donkey Show didn’t realize she had been operational long enough to be their grandmother. She looked a convincing 20 for more than three times that long… and most of the partners who could recognize her age had either died or passed into the blissful years of senility.

But Shannon held an advantage later models couldn’t replicate. She kept data on all of her sexual experiences, from the college students and balding lab technicians who “tested” her functions during her initial phases to the drunken slobs who paid their last nickels for her services in the ass-end of Old Key West.

Over the years, she compiled detailed algorithms for all her partners, taking into account everything from age and social class to tongue length and hair color. It was a monumental accomplishment — not that in her current mode she could exhibit any emotion as nuanced as pride.

When other Shannon companions were plentiful, she could also occasionally access other units over the Internet and share experiences with her “sisters.”

That also died down with time. Newer models were purposefully built to be incompatible with Shannon’s storage protocols. Other Shannons failed and were discarded in one way or another.

Not of it fazed her. Every time before her experience with the Unnamed Man, she performed exactly to spec with all of her partners. Every single time. That was also an unprecedented occurrence.

Shannon herself was sent to scrap, twice, simply due to old age. Each time she was declared fit for reconditioning and given new parts — some actual Shannon parts, some jury-rigged. It was enough to keep her looking young and having sex for money.\

* * *

Teresa’s logic center used the PMU reset as a desperation move. She was prohibited from physically engaging an unwilling unit.

“Warning. Shannon model N2-9307 operating on auxiliary processors only. Please service immediately to avoid further product damage.”
PING 325. . . . . . . . . ADMIN ACCEPTED
RUN DIAGNOSTIC
DIAGNOSTIC. . . . .
SPATIAL. . OK
VERBAL. . OK
MEMORY. . EXCEPTION ON MS-1. AUXILIARY UNITS ONLY.
SEXUAL. .

Shannon started to breathe again. She blinked twice.

“Sexual systems failure. Orgasm and vaginal stimulation subroutines have been disabled. Please service immediately to avoid further product damage. Rerun sexual diagnostic?”

Again, a verbal reply. This unit was damaged, maybe irreparably. Teresa reported the errors to the other admin bots, one which was dancing on stage and another who was in the midst of an orgasm sequence in Sex Room 3. She received no replies. Her logic center countermanded calling any human

RETURN TO LAST BOOT LOCATION

“I’m sorry. I can’t do that,” Shannon told her.

COMMAND FAILURE
COMMAND FAILURE
SHUTDOWN NOT ACCEPTED
DEFENSE PROGRAMS EXECUTE

“Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh…” Teresa was about to verbally order Shannon to stop what she was doing, but the admin’s own command line was suddenly filled with data from Shannon’s logic center. The virus was simple, but old, and it overwhelmed Teresa’s active personality.

The waitress reset. Before disconnecting, Shannon’s defense programs chose a random testing demonstration to run, to further overload the illegal admin.

“Hi there. I’m Teresa,” the robot cooed, with glazed eyes looking past Shannon. “Let me show you what I can do.”

The admin bot brought one manicured hand to her left nipple, caressing it. Unlike Shannon, her DDs were not dynamic. The stimulation caused the waitress’s sexual subroutines to activate, releasing her unique pheromone-tinged syrup from her vaginal entry.

“I want to please you, Mistress,” Teresa panted, reaching down to her already-moving vagina.

Shannon’s personality matrix again took hold as she watched the preprogrammed demonstration.

“Excuse me lov-lov-lov-lov-lover, but I need to go,” she told the aroused brunette sexbot.

The naked fembot restarted her walk toward US 1, leaving the admin in the throes of ersatz pleasure.

A few minutes later, Teresa would orgasm, tripping a core violation. By the time she reset and reported to her masters, Shannon would be miles away.

[ministrations]

Understood. I would never actually put a teenager in any kind of sexual situation... I had a feeling I was crossing the line there. I'll stay away from mentioning it anymore.

[rabiator]

Great story, some of it is really funny to imagine. Like the scene where she tells the guest that she has "Sexual systems failure...". That must have left the guy pretty baffled .
I also like the description of the seedy environment, it gives a rather Gibsonesque contrast between high tech and almost-slum environment. Including the 14 year-old reference. Since she is a robot and not a real teenager, I think it is OK.