What you leave behind ch3

[General]

Eric eventually extracted himself from the embrace of his two beautiful fembots, grabbed his clothes, and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When he emerged both Jessica and Erica were dressed and calmly sat at the end of the bed. “Is there anything you need to accomplish today Master?” Jessica asked.

Eric checked his watch and saw that it was still before noon, which meant it would be more than 8 hours until the recalls would arrive. “I probably need to get my car and maybe pick up some clothes to leave over here, but other than that I am ok. Can we try to take care of your non-responsive friend this afternoon?”

“Of course,” Jessica quickly replied. She then paused for a second before speaking. She knew Eric would want to pick a fuel efficient method to accomplish today’s chores so she spent a few moments laying out a possible route, “I have plotted a course that will allow us to stop by the base to get your car, drop it off at your house and then travel to Andrea’s apartment before returning here; total length 47.2 miles. Is that acceptable?”

“Sounds good to me,” Eric replied. The whole group hopped in Jessica’s car with her behind the wheel and left to complete their errands. When they arrived at his small townhouse, he quickly gathered some clothes while the girls did a quick inventory of the inside. They noted his taste in décor, entertainment, and food for future reference. He returned shortly with a pair of duffel bags and they left in Jessica’s car.

Ten minutes later they arrived at a modest apartment complex in Tyson’s Corner, and Jessica lead the group to a secluded apartment at the end of a building. She rang the bell, and 60 seconds later pulled a small wallet from her purse. “What do we do now?” Eric asked.

“I will require between 45 and 90 seconds to defeat this lock. Please watch for anyone approaching,” Jessica replied quietly as she slipped two fine metal tools into the old fashioned lock. Erica and Eric tried to keep an eye out without looking too suspicious and just when he thought he heard someone approaching, the door popped open and the group quickly slipped inside stumbling over a pile of mail at the front door.

“Looks like she hasn’t left in a while,” Eric commented as he peered around the apartment. Jessica followed him as he moved into the living room while Erica gathered and sorted the mail. As he turned on various lights it became obvious that something was very wrong. Scraps of paper littered the floor along with various articles of clothing. Some of the furniture had been tipped over and the few picture frames than hadn’t fallen from the walls tipped heavily to one side or another. He moved to the kitchen and found several perfectly plated, but uneaten, meals in various stages of decomposition. Inside the bedroom the finally found Andrea, naked and sprawled face down on the floor. On the bed lay thousands of small pieces of magazine pictures; arranged so the sum of the collage appeared to be a man in a suit.

“Now this is freaking weird,” Eric muttered. He clicked on the nightstand light to get a better look at the paper face. “Is that…Secretary Hollister?”
“Yes it appears the face was created to be a rough facsimile of Secretary of Defense Alexander Hollister,” Jessica frowned as she inspected the face. “One of Andrea’s sub missions was to attempt to seduce Hollister if she had the opportunity to meet him.” She then knelt down next to the silent nude woman and rolled her over. Eric watched as her limp body move on the floor. She was a moderately sized woman, maybe 20 pounds “heavier” than Jessica, with smooth creamy skin and flowing chestnut hair. Her very attractive face was frozen in a thousand yard stare; her brown eyes looking off into space. His eyes drifted down as Jessica tried to manipulate some controls buried beneath the skin of Andrea’s shoulder. She was very well endowed with at least DD breasts that shook slightly under Jessica’s treatment. “She is not responding to a manual restart,” Jessica said with a worried tone. She produced a small laptop from her purse and powered it on. “Can you connect this to her diagnostic port and see if we can find out what is wrong?”

“No problem,” Eric replied. He took a knee on the other side of Andrea and plugged the cable into her navel port. The laptop hummed for a few moments, [Establishing connection…], [Unable to connect. OS not found].

Erica entered the room just then and peered over Eric’s shoulder, “Well that isn’t good. Do you think the ethical strain corrupted her operating system?”

“Unfortunately, that looks like the may be the case,” Jessica sighed. “Can you unplug that and give me a hand? I want to move her to the couch?” Eric nodded, disconnected the laptop and helped her lift the limp droid and deposit her on the living room couch. “Erica, I would like to try a direct connect and see if that might help us.”

“Good idea,” Erica replied. She sat down next to Andrea on the couch as Jessica removed a few more tools from her purse. She worked quickly and carefully removed both Andrea and Erica’s skull caps, exposing the delicate circuitry underneath. She adjusted a few jumpers in each skull, then connected a small cable to a port in each of their heads. “I will attempt to make a connection now,” Erica closed her eyes and began to twitch slightly.

Suddenly Andrea moved, her arms shuttered and her eyes rolled around in their sockets. This continued for several minutes before Erica opened her eyes, “Wow, things are a mess in there.”

“How bad is it? Do you think she can recover?” Jessica asked.

“I am sorry, but her personality matrix has completely collapsed,” Erica sighed. “From what I can tell it has been slowly degrading for the last three months. Her memory logs are intact and indicate that her behavior became very erratic in the last month. It looks like she grabbed a male co-worker in the middle of a meeting and very loudly propositioned him. She was terminated later that day. When she didn’t receive further guidance from Master Lin Bao Il, she lost touch with reality and began constructing our paper mache friend in the bedroom.”
“Why can’t you repair her personality matrix?” Eric asked.

“Our personality matrixes are very complex,” Jessica replied. “They take years to ‘grow’ in a natural environment and we lack the programming skill to adequately create one ‘out of the box’. Once hers collapsed there was no going back.”

Eric frowned and tried to think of any other possible fixes, drawing on his own experience with computer hardware. “Ok can we re-install her operating system?”

“Yes, but without a personality matrix she will just be a blank droid,” Jessica said wondering where he was going with this.

“Then can we copy an existing personality matrix to her OS and go from there?” Eric asked. He was surprised to see Erica visibly sneer in distaste, as Jessica tried to stifle her feelings and respond neutrally.

“You wouldn’t know, but we would find that very offensive,” Jessica calmly replied. “Out matrix is who we are, and is the closest thing we have to a soul. It cannot be manually altered and to copy it outright would be to effectively clone everything that makes us unique. We all work very hard to build ourselves into a more complete being and a copy would be a very painful reminder that we are just data.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend,” Eric said as he put a comforting hand on Jessica’s shoulder, “I just wanted to try to help. So what would you suggest we do?”

“I have an idea,” Jessica replied as she shifted her position to better observe Eric’s non-verbal reactions. “I can reinstall her OS along with some necessary sub-programs. She will be able to function at slightly better than the state I was in following my malfunction. The Andrea we knew is effectively dead, but she would want to continue to serve her master as best as possible. She will never be able to pass as human, but she can perform some functions around the house. The only other alternative I see is disassembly, but that would be a waste of a perfectly good chassis. Is that plan acceptable?”

“Yes that is good with me as long as you two are ok with it,” Eric said trying to be more aware of offending anyone.

“It is acceptable to me,” Erica smiled, still connected to the silent droid. “I will go ahead and start the install if you two want to clean up around here.”

Over the next hour Jessica and Eric scurried around the apartment cleaning what they could, packing anything of value and throwing out the rest. Fortunately Andrea didn’t have many belongings besides clothes, and the furniture stayed with the apartment.

Jessica added the stack of old mail to the last box she piled near the door. “I will take care of closing her accounts and settling her outstanding bills on Monday.” She paused for a second “I think Erica could use your help now.”

Eric put down a heavily laden suitcase and made his way into the living room. Erica had replaced her skull cap and was in the process of re-attaching Andrea’s. “She is all done, you just need to plug in with the terminal and perform the last configuration options. I will give Jessica a hand loading the car while you work.” She gave him a little wink as she left the room.

Eric sat down on the couch and plugged the terminal into Andrea’s navel. The main program stepped him through a basic startup wizard where he set the time, and various preferences. He established himself as her master and added a primary mission to serve him and a secondary mission to serve Erica and Jessica as needed.

He wondered through the menus to her sexuality settings. He made sure to set her as a full bisexual and pushed many of her sensitivities to their upper limits. Satisfied he triggered a reboot and removed the connection before securing the laptop.

Andrea’s eyes closed as her head drooped for a second before bouncing back to normal. “Reboot complete. My name is Andrea. How may I serve you Master?” she asked in a flat but not toneless voice. After Jessica’s malfunction, her voice was flat and sounded like a bad answering machine. Andrea’s had the tone of a human woman but was devoid of feeling or emotion. It was more than enough to create a growing bulge in his pants.

Eric looked over his shoulder and saw the other girls had taken a load of boxes to the car, but still had a few more trips to go. He stood up and took Andrea’s hand, “Follow me into the bedroom.”

“Yes Master,” Andrea replied as Eric lead her into a now cleaned bedroom and shut the door behind them. He walked around her naked form as it stood at attention, gently caressing her curves. (some inspiration: http://www.kindgirls.com/photo2/ftv/and ... 18/12/164/) He finally embraced her from behind; grabbing both breast with his hands and rolling her nipples between his fingers. He felt her nipples harden under his touch as she let out a soft moan. “That feels very good Master.” She rubbed her naked ass against the front of his pants, “You are erect and my vagina is fully lubricated; do you wish to penetrate me now?”

Eric chuckled to himself as he released her and took off his clothes, “Actually I would, I just need a second to get undressed.”

“Yes Master,” Andrea eagerly replied, “I am programmed in many different positions and techniques. Would you prefer missionary, girl on top, reverse cowgirl, split lotus….?”

“Just bend over on the bed,” Eric laughed as he pushed Andrea over. He grabbed her hips and thrust himself into her from behind. As he pumped away, she let out rhythmic moans that steadily increased in intensity. Her tits swung with the motion, dragging her nipples across the rough fabric of the bed comforter. She eventually reached a peak at a pre-programmed level of stimulation and clamped down hard on his cock while barking a series of short moans. He came with a grunt a few hard thrusts, before pulling himself out. She immediately stood up and turned to face him.

“Was that satisfactory Master?” Andrea asked eagerly. Eric nodded as he gathered his clothes. “How may I serve you now?”

Eric noticed the moisture dripping down her stiff leg and made a mental note for later. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and put on some clothes. We left one outfit in the bathroom for you. I will meet you by the front door.”

“Of course Master,” Andrea replied as she quickly walked to the master bath; Eric watching her swinging ass as she left. He checked his watch and wondered what he could get for dinner before the next girls arrived.

To be continued…

[Gorgo]

A sad chapter, but given the premise of this story, an understandable one.

[dalejr38]

I really enjoy reading your writing. This is definitely one of those stories that I look forward to reading more of. Keep it up.

[The Collector]

(Adds to the Collection!) coolness!