Rebecca part two

[123bot]

Here is part two of my story, edited by robotman. Hope you like this one.
Comments are always welcomed.


Unit diary file data 31/08/2111

The system checks I've done and the full diagnostic report from when I was reactivated are in agreement. I'm still RD-55X. I'm still Rebecca.

I'm definitely an android, but my data indicates that I was human before. I don't remember how or why I was transferred to this body, but I am aware that I had a life before - a human life.

Maybe I was programmed just to think I was once a human. That might be, since us robots are programmed not only to obey, but to believe our programming. I wouldn't begin to know how to question it. But something tells me there is more to it - that I am not quite like that.

I am equipped with some sort of hard drive unit, or AI module that supposedly contains a digital isomorphism of a human self. That's still a bit of a mystery to me. I can tell that a lot of my old memory files were damaged, and many more have been deleted, so maybe I once knew.

I also don't know why my creator put me in this particular old prototype body. All the other humanoid units I see in this new world make me look like scrap metal. I feel so obsolete when I see their realistic hardware. Such quiet and smooth motors they have. It makes them move with that realistic and humanly graceful motion that I can't replicate perfectly. Maybe the technology wasn't so advanced and my creator didn't have a choice. If only my memory hadn't been damaged after the incident...

But now here I am, in sector 02 of a city populated by androids in a new android world. The units in the city are programmed to do many tasks, like when humans used to work and do their tasks, but some of those tasks are slightly different from the human versions.

Like my job, for instance. I am now programmed to collect data from ancient computers that haven't even been activated since the humans went extinct. With the data I download, some of my fellow androids process and analyse the information so that it may be assimilated into the ever expanding android knowledge base. It is calculated that this will increase the accuracy and significance of our functions.

But part of our work is play. When the androids that populate this place are not in service, they are free to go out and do as they please. Just like humans when they were "off". Most of the androids are emulating human behavior, even though not all of them resemble the humans perfectly. There are some very machine-like models, almost as machine-like as me, but they still act as human as their hardware will allow.

Still, I feel a bit ashamed of my outdated body. All of the other androids look so advanced compared to me. My battery core only lasts a short 8 hours, not to mention that my grinding servos can be heard from several metres away. I hope the other units don't treat me like an old museum piece. After all, I may be more human than they are.

This is still all so new and strange to me though.

Now I must go to my newly assigned home and register myself on the terminal where I'll begin my new robotic life.

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A couple of minutes after writing that diary file to one of her drives, Rebecca arrived at her destination. Just a couple of blocks from the clinic where she had awoken was a modest looking house in a friendly looking neighborhood.

Still alone with her binary thoughts, she noisily walked up the path and up to the door. The doorknob unlocked itself when it received the identification code sent from her hand. Rebecca cautiously swung the door open and stepped inside.

Her plastic and metal head swiveled around on her neck. Her cameras recorded the scene as her motors whirred. She saw a living room to her right, and stairs leading to the basement to her left. The bright kitchen was straight ahead.

The house was quite clean and well furnished. The classy and comfortable looking furniture was arranged in an attractively functional way, as were the large TV and stereo, the colourful flower vases and paintings, and other trinkets and nicknacks.

Rebecca walked and looked around the house in search of the terminal she needed to find. Her stiff steps brought her to the bedroom. A large and well-made-up bed was in the middle. Off to the side was a desk with a computer on it.

"That must be it." she said to herself.

She saw that the computer was already on as she walked over to it and sat down. She calculated some data for a moment then picked up a long coiled connection cable. A small panel opened up on her belly. With robotic precision, she plugged the cable into her maintenance panel and waited.

She froze up as the terminal took over. It had detected the pretty device that had made the link. Acting automatically, Rebecca executed her pre-programmed registration module. The computer terminal received her signals and the process began.

A flurry of fast electronic pulses shot back and forth through the cable between Rebecca and the desktop unit. Digitised instructions came in through her belly from the computer in front of her. Bit by bit, the fembot was being reprogrammed by the terminal to be a slave unit - to obey the commands of the computer.

Every day she would have to report to this or another terminal. Everyday her extensive data logs would be offered in exchange for new programming and whatever software updates were available.

That arrangement was not open to interpretation or discussion. Just as Rebecca could not move or even think at the moment, so to could she not decide to skip or stop any future sessions with the controlling terminals. This connectivity was an absolute imperative in this new android world.

When at last the data exchange process had finished, Rebecca disconnected herself from the terminal. She mechanically jerked around a bit as her own systems gained control of her body once more. The terminal indicated to her that she was to start working tomorrow at 7:00 am. Since it was already past that time today, it was entirely up to her how she would spend the remaining hours.

Rebecca sat back and consciously processed the meaning of the full load of data she had just downloaded. It was then that she found out she was not the only unit registered on this computer.

Another RS series, serial number RS-110, was also assigned to this terminal and to this house. Rebecca didn't know if the other unit was male or female, but her happiness level gauge raised a little on account of this new information.

Rebecca would now have a roommate to converse with. Judging by past connection logs she had scanned through on the terminal, she figured her roommate would be back from work in about 9 hours.

As the computer had scheduled her, she was now free to do as she wished. To pass the time, Rebecca toured the house in order to know it better. With all the new information that had suddenly confronted her recently, she decided to leave exploration of the city til later.

She got up and stiffly moved her silver metal body around the house in her semi-robotic strut. Her visual sensors recorded the scene as her processors wrote out a digital map of the place in three spatial dimensions.

When she had seen the half-dozen or so rooms in the very clean and tidy house, she decided simply to wait for her roommate to arrive. Rebecca sat her obsolete mechanical body down on the living room couch and waited for 10 minutes.

Being an old prototype unit, she was not able to change modes on her own initiative. It wasn't a physical limitation, it was merely a few lines of software that prevented her from doing things like changing modes or switching herself off. Had that programming been different, things like that would be no problem at all.

When standby mode began, her system would go into a state of reduced power consumption. Not so much as a thought would flash through her dormant processors. Her senses would still be active though. If enough noise or changes in light patterns indicated a need for more computing power, she would reanimate herself.

This way, she would still have enough power left in her antiquated energy system to meet her new friend.

At the end of 10 minutes, she announced "Standby mode activated" to the empty house. Rebecca's plastic face maintained a perfectly blank stare aimed straight across the room. Her cold, unmoving hands rested on the couch for the next couple of hours while her processors went to sleep.

At 17:11:04, Rebecca's minimally functional audio sensors captured enough noise to make her return to her previous mode. It seemed like almost no time had passed as her processors relayed the time to her. With her synthetic sense of self temporarily frozen like that, she could no more feel the time go by than she could ponder on its passing.

But with those sounds, she was instantly fully awake. She heard the front door close and got up to greet this person.

"Oh, hi!" said a female voice.

Rebecca turned and scanned the sexy 5'6" lady. The roommate was constructed to look flawlessly real - like a human.

She wore her dark hair in a ponytail. It looked good with the long, tight black skirt and tight black jacket she wore over her white shirt. She wore black eyeliner that accentuated her eyes and her thick, dark lashes. She looked like a strong yet beautiful lady.

The elegantly dressed android had a very curvy body underneath her tight clothing. She had shapely thighs and a perfectly round behind. Her waist was perfectly proportionate to her firm C-cup breasts and sexy, ladylike hips. They were about the same size as Rebecca's chest, which still looked pretty decent even though it was metal.

All in all, this humanoid machine was quite a sexy little package.

"So you're the new roommate that they were talking about." she said.

"Yes that's me!" said Rebecca with a laugh.

"Nice to meet you." she said. "I am Unit RS-110, but you can call me Nathalie." she said. Rebecca figured Nathalie looked to be in her late 20s as she offered Rebecca her hand.

"Nice to meet you too Nathalie." she said as she shook the other android's hand. "I am Unit RD-55X, and you can call me Rebecca."

"You're also an R type model like me!" Nathalie said with a smile.

"Yeah I know."

"And an RD model too!" said the sexy dark-haired bombshell. "You're like my grand-mother!"

"I guess so!" Rebecca said with another laugh.

"I'm from the RS Special Series!" Nathalie said as she walked over to the couch. "So tell me," she said as she lazily sat down, "where are you from? Another sector? Or did they recently reactivate you?"

Rebecca sat down beside Nathalie. "I was reactivated a couple of hours ago. And you? How long have you been on-line?"

The pony-tailed one gave her a confident look and said "Since the new era. I was activated the 23rd of January 2110, but my very first activation was from the 25th of November 2104. That's long enough."

"What were you doing before the extinction? What were your functions?" asked the curious metal robot.

"I was a sex-bot for Mr. Matheus, my former master." she said. "I was designed and programmed for sex, but I was used more as a maid-bot." She didn't appear to have any shame at all over her past.

"Oh... okay." Rebecca said shyly. She was a little embarrassed by Nathalie's answer.

Nathalie saw that she had made the android a little uneasy. "What about you? You're a prototype, right? If my data is correct you were a testing unit." she said, showing off her computer intuition. "When was your first activation, and what were you doing?"

"I don't remember." Rebecca said, showing simulated sadness that felt real enough to her. "When I was activated earlier this morning I had been repaired because they found me damaged at the side of a river. My hard drive was damaged too, and I lost some of my memory files."

Nathalie looked at her with compassion configured on her plastic face. "I'm sorry to hear that." she said.

"But the thing I do remember is that I was completely human before." Rebecca said with pride.

"What?" Nathalie said surprised. She thought that surely her new friend had computed an incoherent, erroneous answer. "How could you be human before? I don't understand."

"I have this unit of hardware inside me... that contains my digitized, former human soul." Rebecca explained. "I don't know why I was put into this body. Maybe for experiments. I don't know."

"So... you are acting like a human now?" said the now curious roommate.

"Not exactly." she replied. "I have the same feelings that I had before, but I still operate within this unit programmed parameters."

Nathalie had never encountered a robot like RD-55X before. For her, all of this was a new kind of information that she had never dealt with before. The advanced processors underneath her realistic artificial skin were now very busy loading and sorting through several of a long list of queued files. Because of Rebecca, Nathalie's friendship gauge raised quite a bit, and so did her happiness gauge. She was really excited.

"Do you like being a robot?" said the newer robot, now even more curious and intrigued.

"I don't know." Rebecca said. "That does not compute." She turned again to Nathalie. "But enough about me, tell me more about you."

Nathalie was more than happy to answer. "Well, there's really nothing more to say about me." she said with joy. She pushed her upper body forward a bit. Rebecca could clearly see the rounded curve of her behind. "I work in an android shop downtown called 'Thingy's'. I have few close friends and don't have a boyfriend at the moment."

"Did you had a boyfriend before?" said the metal lady.

"I had two, if you count my human master." said the woman with synthetic skin. "I had a boyfriend two weeks ago that I met at work, but he broke up with me because he thought that it wouldn't work for us…"

Inside Nathalie, her sadness level gauge raised a lot. This binary robot sadness was caused by some highly complex love equations that would not cancel themselves out anytime soon. She was still mathematically in love with him.

He had a coded personality requirement that was compatible to make her love him - through her own programmed requirement. As a female unit, her feelings and relationship algorithms were more sensible and dominant than those of the male units.

Rebecca was pleasantly surprised by the thought of robots who emulated love. But she saw that her new friend was getting kind of down, and didn't want to fan the flames any further. She changed the subject. "Well, what do you usually do after work? Watch TV? Go out?"

Nathalie sighed and said "Well, most of the time I please myself. It's what I was created for anyway."

Rebecca didn't expect that either. She didn't quite know what to say.

Nathalie continued "Or I browse the internet or watch some movies."

"So... what do you intend to do right now?" Rebecca asked, worrying about what might come next.

"How about we take a walk outside?" Nathalie suggested. Her sadness gauge started to decrease.

Rebecca showed her new roommate a look of worry. "It sounds like a fun idea, but I don't think I could last long." The prototype looked down as the servos in her neck made grinding sounds to accompany the motion.

"How come?" said the more advanced unit.

"There's only an hour and sixteen minutes worth of energy left inside me." Rebecca said as she looked again at Nathalie. "I can only operate for eight hours on a full charge." she admitted.

Nathalie was surprised. "Really? Wow! Most advanced units like me have twenty hours of operating time on a full charge. How did you make it up until now without running out of energy?" she asked.

"I was waiting for you here in standby mode." Rebecca said. "That way, I could stay on-line longer than usual."

"My!" Nathalie said, generating one of her pre-programmed exclamations. "You sure need a new battery core, girl. I think they are selling some R type batteries at my store. I could check it out for you if you want."

"Thanks, that would be much appreciated." Rebecca answered with a smile.

"What is your I.P. address so that I can contact you?" Asked the sex-bot.

"Sorry…I don't have an I.P. address…." The poor robot said as she turned her head away.

"Damn!" Nathalie laughed, "You're older than I thought." The levels on her sadness meter began to fade back out.

Rebecca was a bit offended by the remark. She decided not to compute that too much.

"But no worries," Nathalie said apologetically. "I can still link you up tomorrow after work."

"Okay then." Rebecca said.

Nathalie smiled at her. "Just take my I.P. address in case you have to tell me something. It's 61.83.222.258."

"Saved." Rebecca said in android vocabulary.

"So," Nathalie said as she got up, "do you like my house?" She smiled at Rebecca with those pretty lips of hers .

"Yes, it's very nice. Did they assign you to live here?" Asked Rebecca.

"No, this is where I lived with my owner." Nathalie said. "Come with me."

The old-style female robot got up, making quite a lot of noise in the otherwise quiet living room.

"This is the only home I lived in." The black-haired babe said as she lead the noisy robot through the hallway towards her bedroom.

Rebecca made more conversation. "How did you react when they took you and reprogrammed you?" she asked. "I think that you were surely configured to not let other people come and reprogram you."

"When they took me, I was already offline." Nathalie explained. "The last thing I remember is that I was waiting for my master to return. I ran out of energy here on this bed."

As they enter the bedroom, Nathalie sat down on the bed and continued "I waited for him here for more than 72 hours. While I was waiting for him, there was a blackout, so I couldn't recharge. I eventually ran out of energy, and the next thing I know, I'm reactivated and reprogrammed."

They looked at each other for a while, thinking about the similarity in their experiences.

"I don't really care what they did to me." she said. "I can't complain about my programming, you know?" She said that last part like it was common for the androids to 'feel' that way.

"Yes, I understand." Rebecca said.

"Now, could you excuse me for a moment? I must log my day to the terminal." Nathalie said politely.

"Yeah sure, go ahead." Rebecca replied with an understanding smile.

As Nathalie removed her jacket she added "If it's not to much to ask, could you help me connect the cord behind my back?" She unbuttoned and dropped her shirt on the bed behind her, revealing the sexy and feminine shape of her upper body to Rebecca. The shape of her perfect round breasts was attractively maintained by her black bra.

Nathalie looked down at the cord to point it out to Rebecca.

"Yeah, sure." Rebecca replied. She was a bit stunned by Nathalie sexy posture: her arms straight beside her on the bed, her chest pushed forward, her curvaceous legs closed together and her head tilted down slightly to the left.

Rebecca computed the data her cameras were recording. She liked the way Nathalie's soft thighs and hips looked as she sat there, especially the visible crease between them. She felt herself getting aroused at the sight, as she was a little bit attracted to women.

"Thank you." Nathalie said.

Rebecca then picked up the cord. The other artificial woman positioned herself to give Rebecca easier access to the port on her back. When Rebecca found it, she plugged the cord into a small square that enclosed two entry ports just below Nathalie's bra.

When the connection from machine to machine was made, Nathalie straightened her neck and stiffened her posture. She gazed straight ahead with a vacant face that made her look a lot less human.

While Nathalie was communicating with the computer, Rebecca took a seat on the chair next to the computer desk. She just sat there staring at the other robot's sexy body.

[BA2]

A great follow up to a great first part, I hope you keep going. I love the way you explore the paradox of "programmed self-will" and it's good to see a range of body types together too.

BA

[ehy]

Very cool - I'm enjoying.

[Android675]

Very enjoyable, and well written. Definitely worth the wait.

I like that you're exploring the idea of a self aware robot that has some measure of autonomy - especially with the added element of the once-human self. Being aware that she's a robot, and not really sure how much of her human "soul" is still there and how much it's influencing her programming. Very interesting stuff.

I'm really enjoying this story, and I look forward to seeing where it goes...

[Android675]

Just wondering if there's an update on the next installment? Very much looking forward to seeing the next chapter.

[123bot]

Just wondering if there's an update on the next installment? Very much looking forward to seeing the next chapter.

Yes, I'm still working on it. I've written alot but it's just difficult to work on it since I'm busy these days and the lack of inspiration (in a way). I'll try to finish the next installment next month since you give me a push . Later.

[BA2]

Glad you're still on the case - very much looking forward to reading more from you.

BA

[jakeCTom]

awesome, great story.