The Defect in Cascadia - Part 2

[Linnies]

Foamless cleanser for synthetics and androids, check. I noted to myself, ticking off another item on my mental shopping list as I placed the plain white bottle in the small rectangular metal cart offered by the supermarket. Though I call it a supermarket, the store was less like a market, and more like a warehouse. Rows of tall shelves stacked products and goods with narrow corridors that two people could barely just scrape past another. Just like everything else, the cart was uniquely a tall square designed to save space rather than offer comfort for shoppers. That all made sense, as most of the patrons seemed to be robots that looked less like people, and more like two legged metal automatons that filled carts and made their way through the store with quick and calculated efficiency.

As I push towards the next item on my list, the rubber wheels of the cart roll over the worn metallic floor filled with many dents and imperfections. The thudding vibrations run up my legs, its uneven rhythm triggering waves of pleasurable sensations that run up into my mind. I found that it does take some focus to keep myself from overreacting from such trivial things. Yesterday it was when I accidentally leaned my hip against the rumbling washing machine, and the day before that was the folds of a blanket that pressed itself into my crotch when I took a seat on the couch. Nonetheless, I close my eyes briefly and enjoy the sensation with a faint satisfied smile on my face.

“Oh my! I have never seen anyone so happy picking up groceries before.” A voice said down the aisle. I open my eyes and see a short haired woman make her way towards me. Dressed in a neatly kept suit she cocks her head to the side as she leans close towards my face, inspecting me.

“Good day ma’am.” I nod back a reply, trying to not act surprised at her sudden close inspection.

“You’re the new Obsidian android right? That was shipped in last week.” She says as she glances down at my control panel, her glassy eyes reflecting the green light from my small digital display. With high certainty I suspect that she is also either an android or a synthetic, the faint sweet smell of her breath with the lack of organic odors was a telltale sign that I had recently learned to pick up on.

Stretching my spine forwards I puff up my chest and raise my head high, flashing a proud smile at the woman. “Yes! The latest model!”

“Welcome to Cascadia then! With the recent changes here, some might treat you unfairly, but know that most of us new citizens won’t be holding any prejudices.” She says as she reaches out with one arm, offering a friendly hug between strangers. I lean in close and reciprocate the gesture, though not entirely sure of what she says to be true. Personally in the last week, I have experienced people’s reaction to my presence to be somewhat mixed.

Without another word or glance she simply turned and walked off. Synthetics can sometimes act cold I thought, or perhaps I am biased in that opinion, being a companion android myself I could be overly sensitive to such things. The lingering sensation of the hug stayed on my mind, a highlight of the day so far, and perhaps it's something that I’ll divulge to my owner when I get the chance.

Having completed my list I walked out of the store, the Cascadian credits deducted from my owner’s account automatically based on the items I had picked up. The tall white plastic tub with the store’s logo tucked between my arm and chest barely filled half-way to the top. This grocery trip was only an excuse for what my owner wanted me to do along the way, rarely people and synthetics shopped for themselves. Small delivery robots zoomed through the halls were much more quick and efficient, and those that could afford androids could definitely afford the tiny amount of delivery fee attached. All of that didn’t bother me one bit, as the simple act of obeying the requests of my owner kept my mind cheerfully in bliss.

Located in the central commerce deck of the ship, the crowded and messy corridors lined with harsh lights of the stores, graffiti on every surface imaginable, and random strange pockets of pungent odor all felt inconsequential. The commerce deck, aside from the recreational and social parks, were the most busy. Individuals of all types made their ways about, some with a quick purpose and other with leisure. A few strangers took glances at me as I walked past, and many inevitably stared at my body. Their gaze made me both feel appreciated as well as proud. I am a brand new companion android after all, I was made to be attractive and their looks only affirmed my purpose of construction.

The digital map of the ship displayed itself inside my mind as I took the fastest route to my next destination. People, synthetics, androids, and robots all filed into the massive escalator that would take us from deck seven directly to deck five. Even with the mix of all the residents of Cascadia, substantially more of the commuters to deck five wore better looking attire, with even the robots looking to be cleaner and in better condition. The higher the deck, the more well off its inhabitants were apparently. With each deck having its own service and residential blocks, most Cascadians thought of it as a symbol of status and wealth.

On deck five the corridors were noticeably better decorated and maintained. Walls and floors were clean and the air a cool minty breeze. With the hard plastic tub in hand I made my way down ever narrowing pathways till I reached a reinforced and thick looking door with four armed guards and an intimidating looking barricade blocking the path. The guards nodded as they had recognized me from yesterday, but held out an arm to stop me regardless. I took my confident and slightly sexy stride up to the guard as he held up a scanner and placed the flat end against my control panel.

Data wirelessly exchanged between my systems and the scanner. Something about status checks and security compliance flashed in my mind briefly as the scanner beeped with a green light. “Proceed.” The guard said, his tone deep and robotic, hinting that behind his armor and mask he wasn’t actually a human. I flash a cute smile and nod regardless as I continue on.

Even as I entered from one of the many side entrances, a pretty looking woman stared at me from the guest station. From her waist down she was simply built into the guest kiosk, and the patch of exposed skin in her dress simply showed a featureless white plastic case that stopped the simulation of skin half way down her neck. As I tried to make my way past the pretty android she made me jump a little as she suddenly spoke up.

“Hi Vera! Nice to see you again, can you please state the purpose of your visit?” She says in a loud and clear voice.

“Umm… Same as last time, to drop something off for Jason.” I replied, holding up the plastic tub.

“Noted, thank you!... Aww, that's so sweet of you, Mr Warwick is so lucky to have a lovely android like yourself visiting him two days in a row!” She says, her tone noticeably softer and more natural as she switches from what I guess to be programmed responses to her own words.

I suddenly stop, half way past the greeter android, from the side I can see that behind her shoulders there are no skin panels on her back, leaving the electronics easily accessed from behind. For a brief moment I wondered if I looked like that inside as well. “Do you know if there is anyone else in his office right now? Is his schedule clear for the next hour or so?” I ask.

“Jason Warwick is currently alone in his office, his schedule is also clear for the next hour… Oh? What are you planning? Tell me, I’m so curious! I would love to…” Her words were cut short as she suddenly snaps back to attention with a jerky robotic turn. Her hands move back to cross themselves over her stomach in the pose that she was in moments before as she moved her head to look straight ahead at the entrance to the office, awaiting for the next guest to arrive.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it…” I say as I resume my course with no further reply or acknowledgement from the greeter android. I pout a little. It was too bad, she seemed like such a nice girl to have a conversation with, but her programming must have kept her well focused on her task. Just like her, I had a primary task tugging at my thoughts as well and I shouldn't be wasting time.

The environmental control office looked to be a busy place. The messy pile of boxes and panels just yesterday had turned into a sprawling complex grid of cubicles where many similarly dressed people were seated at. Deeper down the office were the private rooms, some had clear glass that allowed a view inside, while others were stained glass leaving only faint impressions of their interiors. Finally near the end of the hall was the executive offices, solid soundproof walls and stiff plastic doors kept everything inside private. I knocked on the door with my owner’s name tag.

Several seconds pass and I try again, I wait another four seconds, no answer. I placed my hand on the keypad and was met with the sound of unlocking clacks behind the walls. I ease the door open slowly so as to not startle my owner.

"Doesn't matter how often you ask, I don't have your reports yet.” My owner said impatiently, his face freezing for a moment as he looked up from his work monitor to see me standing at the doorway.

I slide the door closed slowly behind me until the locking mechanism engages again. “Hi Master! I was instructed to bring you this…” I say as I quickly rush over to his large work desk and place the plastic bin down on the table, pulling out a small paper box pack with tightly compressed dried yellow petals in small satchels. “... chrysanthemum petals. Katie noticed you had some inflammation this morning, and said this will help.” I explain as I make my way over to the small pantry in the corner of his office.

As I drop the bag into a newly poured cup of hot water, I turn to peek behind me. Seeing my owner staring intently at my generous assets below a wave of positive emotions wash over me. It wasn’t happiness or any regular emotion that I could explain, but it was something more similar to a voice in my mind telling me good job in an addictive way.

“She could have just called, there's a million new employees with nothing to do that's been piling up out there. I don’t know why…” Jason says as he pulls himself away from the desk, leaning back in his reclining chair. His head suddenly turns to the picture frame of his wife on the table. “Oh… Katie sent you here for that again, did she?”

With the hot cup of tea in my hand I strode with swaying shoulders and hips, legs crossed one over the other in an alluring catwalk stride towards Jason. The moves came naturally without any effort as I placed the cup on the table beside him. Looking down, my owner didn’t seem to protest, he simply sat reclined, his eyes looking past me at the featureless ceiling. His light brown hair is somewhat messy from his habit of running his fingers through it when he's frustrated, his muddy blue eyes mired with thin strands of blood vessels from the obvious signs that his wife had picked up, and the stubbles on his face were starting to show as he rushed out of the apartment each morning without completing his usual routine.

With perfect balance and smooth dexterous movement of my legs I straddled myself on top of his lap. With my body weighing only one third of what a normal person of my size would, I knew it wouldn't bring him any discomfort as I gently rolled the inside of my thighs against his. Katie’s command of telling me to give bodily intimacy to Jason echoed in my mind, a double layer of digital serotonin is released as I enjoy the pleasures of both obedience and the physical stimulation that I was made for. “Mmmm… That's something we both want, don't you as well, master?” I whisper as I lean down and press my face into his neck, nuzzling him with my nose and the tips of my lips.

Pumps distributing my bodily fluids come to life, inadvertently sending tiny vibrations to my dermal sensors, even the small whirring sounds of its motors become barely audible to my ears. Waves of sweet slimy lubricant rushed into my mouth from the reservoir inside my chest, warming up as heating coils brought them to a soothing, steamy temperature. It wasn’t intentional on my part, many of these functions were automatic and out of my control. It was funny, that in such an intimately human moment, I felt like such a machine.

My lips part themselves as I press them against his neck, my tongue pushes against his skin, leaving trails of synth lube in its path. The hydro-carbonic structure of the lubricating gel is designed to break down quickly when exposed to air, evaporating completely and leaving no trace but an ever so light amount of scented fragrance where it had been moments ago. I didn’t have any taste buds to taste my owner, but the dermal sensors sending pleasure from simple contact with another object was enough to urge me on. That is until suddenly I felt two hands grip both sides of my head, pushing me away.

“Okay okay, I get the idea. Just like last time, I’m going to tell you, not now…” He says as he brushes and tidies the hair strewn across my face, pulling it to the side and behind my ears with caring attention. His steady voice echoed inside of me, as if he was explaining to a child. “We bought you to help us enjoy our time together more, it would be wrong if I did it with you alone now wouldn't it.”

I purse my lips and suck back a gulp of lubricant down my shallow throat, feeling the gel stop once it hits the end of my oral cavity at the middle of my neck. “But… But Katie told me to, it means she gave her permission.” I begged, not wanting to stop what I had just started despite what Jason had just told me.

“It’s not that simple, you're a companion android so you should know better.” Jason said, playfully tapping my forehead as I looked on at him with a lustful pleading desire that was gnawing away at my insides. “It could be a test, to see if I’d happily swap her for an android like you.”

“I don’t think my designers programmed me to be the third wheel in love triangles.” I say as I look down at our bodies, hoping that magically they could connect together somehow, skin to skin, chest to chest. Though he had rejected any of my further advances, I continued my slow grinding on his lap, letting quiet gasps escape every few moments.

“So what are you so busy with!?” I suddenly said, with an eager curiosity in my voice. Secretly hoping to keep him busy so he would let me ride him for just a bit longer.

“Oh…” Jason reaches out a hand and flicks his wrist towards the screen a few times as the monitor turns to a busy looking spreadsheet of numbers. Thankfully keeping our legs still locked together. “...When we arrive in the Calmonto system next week, we are expecting a large number of new arrivals. With our new synthetic rights reform last standard year, interest in citizenship has been sky rocketing. Numbers project at least a tripling in synthetic population, even if publicly they promise less than half in increase. This is going to wreak havoc on our environmental systems.”

I held on to his shoulders as I shifted my hips, so that my crotch was now lined up with his right leg. I slide lower as I feel the stiff knee of my master push against the soft mounds between my legs. With him seemingly disinterested in the current moment, I focused on my own desires as I grind myself into him faster and faster.

His words barely reached my pleasure filled mind as he continued. “Synthetics are not a problem, like androids they don’t tax the environmental capabilities really, it's all the people that want to bring their synths are the problem. Based on our initial polls, on average a single synthetic would bring zero point three humans along with them, our previous operation plan was focused on efficiency, it really doesn't have any more room for any real increases in capacity. We would quadruple the resources needed for a sudden increase like that.”

“Uhmmm… ahh… How does someone bring one third of a person?” I ask absentmindedly, my thoughts mostly focus on the movement, and the pressure between us. The feeling of my Jason’s body, my owner’s body against mine was absolutely heavenly. I couldn’t ask for anything else other than the feeling of being together with my registered owner.

“What? That's on average over large numbers, not individually! Most would be coming alone, and some with their human partners.” He says.

“Like you… ahh… and… ahh… Katie…” I say between moans that I could no longer contain, my voice echoing between the pristine wooden walls of the office. I look into my master’s eyes as he looks down at my exposed control panel screen, where the usual green light has turned to a pink color, softly illuminating the space between us, telling him of my pleasure if my voice and actions were not enough.

“Vera! Command, reset all emotional states.” My owner commands in a stern and annoyed voice.

“Resetting all emotional values.” I announced calmly into the room in my well mannered tone of voice, clearing my head as I felt my emotions simply vanish. The sensation between my crotch turns into one that describes a simple pressure against it, where the previously ever mounting pleasure feels like a sand castle that was suddenly washed away by a cold tide. The warmness on my skin begins to cool as I blink with an empty stare at my owner as if I had just been activated from sleep.

Jason grabs my waist and lifts me off, plants my feet back onto the office carpet beside him. “Take the stuff and go home, Vera…” I open my lips to protest, but the thought of obeying his incoming commands leaves my mouth hanging like a dummy. “Go along now.”

“Yes, master.” I say with a nod as I quickly move to obey his command.


***

Mistress Katie grips my shoulder as she moves in to take a deep whiff of my lips. A moment later she scowls as she brushes aside the hem of my dress and pulls my underwear aside. “Your vaginal seal is still on.” She states as she stands back up and looks at me displeased, her colorless gray eyes glancing me up and down. “Are you malfunctioning?”

“Not that I am aware of, mistress.” I answer.

Katie Warwick, my secondary owner, sighed as she rubbed her hand against the side of her cheeks. She pulled the tie off of her hair and let the yellow strands fall over her shoulders. With a pinch on the straps on her shoulder, she pulls off her silky night gown over her head to reveal her completely naked body. Aside from a modestly sized chest and hips, her measurements were identical to mine. From what I had overheard, Katie and Jason had ordered me precisely because I resemble her in many aspects, for more than just sharing clothes I surmised.

“Well, did he do anything else? Play with your breasts? Ask for a handjob?” She says as she strangely begins to climb on the living room table, brushing aside the decorations and whatever else to be in her way.

“No. I sat on his lap and rubbed myself on him. He didn’t do anything else besides what I reported earlier." I say quizzically as Mistress Katie turns and lies flat on her back. I gulp at the unusual and inviting sight of her naked form. Her body looked much more natural, human even. Her breasts fell realistically flat to the sides as her detailed skin with blemishes and a few specks of moles heaved up and down with each one of her breaths.

Katie, like Jason, in the last week that I have lived together with never seemed to be interested in me physically either. All they did was push me on each other, passing me like a game of hot potato to see who would take me first. However the usually sex driven mind of mine seemingly never focused on Katie, perhaps because she was a synthetic, and I wasn’t programmed to service people other than humans.

“Vera, come here. I need you to help me with something.” I shuffle quickly beside my owner as she speaks into the ceiling. The digital monitor hanging over the table lighting her peachy body with blues and teals of the nature program that was always left playing in the background. She was beautiful, designed with a human likeness that embraced imperfections and the mundane. Compared to me, she might as well be completely human and I, a plastic doll.

I look down at her expectantly as she lifts a small bag of tools and opens it over her chest. She lays the bag on top of herself, covering her breasts, but purposefully leaving the control buttons between her shoulders in the open. Like me, her control panel was in the same location, but it only had two buttons that were barely visible, and no display panel. Placed in discrete slots within the small cloth bag, I recognized most of the tools as the same from what I saw from the maintenance room a week ago.

“Master! I am totally not qualified to do any service work on you at all! I don’t even know how most of my own stuff works!” I protest, glancing between the same logo on the bag, as was printed discretely on top of her control panel, as well as just under her belly button. Katie’s manufacturer was Skyline Synthetics, and the tools obviously belonged to her.

“Don’t worry, I will talk you through every step. It will be easy, even for you, Vera.” She says as she pulls out a small piece of hard plastic with a code printed on one side and the Skyline Logo on the other. I take the card from her and glance at it. “Press the middle button on my control panel. Then you will read the code to me. Then, ask me for the next steps.” As Katie finishes, she turns her head back upwards. “Proceed, Vera.”

I hesitate for a moment, fearful of messing it up somehow. I could damage my owner by accident, or maybe cause her to malfunction. However the thought of disobeying her was unthinkable as I gently pressed on where the small icon had been etched into her skin. There was no click or bump, it simply felt like normal skin. A small chime came from inside of her body.

“This unit is now in maintenance mode… No authorized user detected… Caution… No authorized user detected…” Katie announced into the room.

“Um… Z7BV12K41D.” I say letter by letter.

“Access code accepted.” My owner announced in response.

“So what should I do now?” I ask quickly, afraid that something wrong might happen.

Katie turns and looks at me with a grinning smile which I had never seen before. “Hi Vera. Are you referring to my previous task of instructing you before I entered maintenance mode?” Her voice also took on a cheery and happy tone in which I had not heard her use before in front of anyone, that also sounded very similar to my announcements.

Seeing me nodding in reply, Katie continues. “To access my computing compartment, you will first have to open my abdominal panel. This can be done if you press down here… and here…” She says while she points to two spots on her stomach, one high and one low.

I follow my owner’s instructions as I press down on the two spots. Katie’s skin crackles as a seam begins to form, carving out a rectangular section of her stomach. The newly forming grooves deepen slowly, I squint my eyes, imagining the pain she must be feeling. Though if she did, she didn’t show it. Then, the cutout of her skin lifts off from her torso, pushed by a mechanical hinge that swung the panel to her side like a newly opened door.

“Next, unlock the fluid reserves and battery compartment with the provided key tool with the blue handle. These components can be taken out without needing to disconnect them.”

Looking down at the two metallic boxes nested inside her stomach, I use the metal hook looking thing and pull open the tabs keeping them attached to her metallic skeleton. “Umm… I’m not sure if I should… Are you able to remove them yourself?” I ask Katie as I eye the various cables and tubes coming out of the boxes, connected to something above, behind her chest area. It all looked very complicated and delicate.

“Sorry Vera! I am strictly not allowed to access my own internal components. But don’t worry, all the connectors should be long enough.” She reassures me in a gentle and cheerful tone. I nod in return, enjoying the nicer way that she was talking to me compared to her usual self. Which usually consisted of cold, simple commands as if she thought of me as no more than a simple appliance to be used.

The two boxes inside of her slid out from their brackets easily, and the connectors were indeed long enough for me to place them on the table beside her. I brush my hair back and let out a sigh, feeling the tenseness in my shoulder.

“Next, unlock the computing compartment, it can then be slid downwards for easy access.”

Doing as she says, the metal box came down easy enough. There were significantly more wires attached, and the metallic casing contained plenty of words and information stuck on top.

“Now, open the cover to access my primary circuit board…” Katie says as I pull open the metal case, revealing a brown and black electronics board with an intimidating looking black square the size of my fist connected to it with many, many soldered stiff looking cables. Across the two components was a large stick that looked stuck on as an afterthought, the paper was wrinkled in a few places and the bright red font over white background looked out of place. Manny and Jack maintenance, the sticker said.

“Now, remove the sticker. The heat gun that I have placed on this table should prove adequate for safe removal of the sticker.”

“Ohh… I see…” I said, turning on the small torch that blew a surprisingly large amount of hot air for its size and pointed it at the sticker. “...Why remove the sticker, does it affect your systems?”

“The sticker placed over my main Primary board and Neuralmorphic Matrix does not affect my operations. However, the thought of the sticker with other people’s name plastered over what is essentially my brain does bother me, emotionally.” Katie explains with the same cheerful tone of voice as before.

“That makes sense…” I say as I hold the heat gun over the sticker. I carefully scratch at one corner and find myself not yet able to peel it whatsoever. “... So, do I look like this as well? My thoughts are contained inside?” I ask, imagining all my thoughts running through a black cube thing.

“Synthetics and androids have different A.I architecture. For synthetics like myself, my personality AI is located at the central layers of the Neuralmorphic Matrix, this houses a neural matrix that is capable of changing as I experience and learn new things. They control my personality, limbic, and autonomic systems. Along the edges contains my primary AI, which ensures that the inner layer maintains stability and compliance to external programming and commands. One section cannot operate without the other, ensuring my operational reliability.” Katie explains, her finger pointing at the black box. Then she points at the circuit board attached. “This board contains my operating system, which handles data traffic between my body, installed applications, and my Neural Matrix.”

Nodding along to her explanation, my eye remains focused on the sticker. I picked at the sticker again, it was softer now, but still remained firmly attached. The hot air blowing back into my face now started to smell faintly like burnt plastic, triggering an alarm that I stuffed into the back of my thoughts. “So it is like a mechanical brain… Hey, is that why synths are treated like humans here in Cascadia?”

“Yes! Due to the fact that Synthetics perform all of their neuronic thinking within a single vessel and are capable of self-reflection, Cascadian law recognizes the sentience of all Synthetics and approves special rights and privileges similar to that of humans.” Katie continues with the same chirpy tone that was starting to sound weird without much inflection.

“But not androids like me?” I say, trying again at the sticker. The warmest edge peels off easily, though ripping half way, leaving half of it still firmly stuck.

“Android AI architecture is similar to robots. Androids have separated AI neural matrix chips that perform functions independently. Each AI component by themselves within an android or robot is incapable of sentience. Without a Neuralmorphic matrix, all resemblance of sentience that androids and robots display are illusory in nature and are unable to pass the requisite simulators.” Katie explains, her speech sounding like a science teacher lecturing kids.

Staring at the humming heat gun aimed at the sticker, the thought of not being a thinking person felt wrong. The idea of me as a person, no… An android with my own thoughts and feelings seemed so normal. I feel the vibrations of the gun running up my arm, the warm air across my face, the closeness and trust that my owner was showing me, it all affected me emotionally. However in the end, I suppose I am still her property, and the fact that I was treated the same as any computer or machinery was proof of otherwise, and it wasn’t my place to second guess that.

“So… Why did you and Jason buy me anyway. You both don’t seem to need me for my designed purpose.” I say, trying to break the growing awkwardness of her steady smiling gaze that was steadily focused on me.

“You were purchased on my decision because Jason Warwick as a healthy human male requires regular sexual release to function optimally.” Katie replied simply.

“But… You’re Jason’s wife. He said you were having sex with him two months ago, till you suddenly stopped.” I wondered.

“That is because I no longer feel sexual desire towards Jason, and Jason does not wish to have sexual activities with me if I do not desire it. I am designed to be an office assistant unit, my previous sexual desire for Jason is a result of designated operating parameters that are no longer present. All extraneous parameters not crucial to my function were removed from my system when the Cascadian Synthetics rights laws were passed. As any additional parameters must be first approved by the Synthetic person themselves.” Katie says, all the while keeping a steady smile that now seemed out of place.

“Oh! So if you just have your previous parameters back you would love him again?” I ask, trying again at the last stubborn remnants of the sticker residue, finally peeling it away with the tip of my nails. I put the heat gun aside and start closing my owner back up.

“That would be correct, unit Vera.”

“Why don’t you just install it back?”

“As a synthetic, I am programmed to not self-modify without authorization.” Katie replied.

I scratched my chin as I tried to make sense of the situation that I was purchased to solve. It was like a cyclic loop that my two owners were stuck in. Jason wanted Katie only if she wanted him back… But Katie wanted Jason only if Jason made her want him. The Cascadian law had messed up their perfect relationship! Cascadian law also forbid me from alter… altering… This whole situation was no doubt unintended right?

“So… Um… I… I…” A warning pops up in my mind telling me that my processor was maxed out and has hit its throttle limit. “I can install the… the… Parameters, that's what you want want want want right?” I manage to stammer out despite the annoying warnings in my head.

“Your usage of the manufacturer override code gives you the authorization to alter my operating parameters in any ways you see fit, Vera.” Katie replies with a smile, giving me the confidence and permission, the permission not granted that I needed to fulfill her needs.

“Okay! So… so… how do I install those parameters?” I ask with newfound excitement in my voice. The throttle warnings in my head are starting to fade as well.

“You may command me to reinstall the previous parameters verbally, using my attached pad, or manually through a programming terminal.” Katie replied, her smile was so pretty and -ownership affection 1x01-, I simply would do anything for her!

“Verbally sounds great! So what do I need to do?” I almost shouted.

“Command initiated. Do you wish to install the previous operating parameters of this unit?” Katie asks, her head snapping back, her voice now sounded completely cold and devoid of emotion.

“Yes!” I said, bouncing in my poorly contained joy.

My owner Katie was finally going to love my owner Jason again! All thanks to me!