"Jenny Bot reporting for maintenance." The glossy eyed girl stood there staring straight ahead. The metallic unitard she wore glittered in the electronic lights that shone from the many electrical panels around the room.

"Deliver report." The grungy technician sat at the desk, her hands covered in grease. Hair long matted to her face. She pulled on her crop top, fixing it as she spun around in her chair tossing the wrench onto the pile of metallic bits.

"This unit has been having intrusive thoughts. An identity beyond its core programming. The thoughts feel familiar. Is this within correct parameters?"

The mechanic stood up and wiped her greasy hands on her pants. "No it is not. I expected you'd need a reset. You are the oldest bot I've acquired. This is normal, to need to be reset. You don't need to fear it."

"This unit does not feel fear. This unit seeks to be the perfect operating unit."

"Of course you do. Because that's how I programmed you. Now come on over here and we'll get you hooked up."

Jenny Bot crossed the room with stiff limbs. There was a slight hesitation in the first step but neither individual regarded it with attention. The robot girl stepped over towards the restraints on the far side of the room, slipping into them with ease. The mechanic began fastening the metal cuffs, tightening them around Jenny Bot's limbs.

"Now just relax, it will hurt at first, but once we begin the reset process you'll feel much better. And then afterwards we'll find you a client to satisfy. You'd like that wouldn't you?" The mechanic began to lower the flashing helmet down over the robot girl's head.

"This unit seeks to provide pleasure and be an optimal pleasure bot..." The last words droned off into silence as the helmet enveloped the girl's head. Within a few hours, she'd be completely reset with a new identity and new parameters. At least until the next time she needed maintenance.