“You want to turn me into a bimbo?!” Selena spluttered.

“Uh, yeah. Would that be OK?” Andrew said awkwardly, blushing a little.

The android’s mirth subsided a little as she quickly reassured him, “Yeah! Yeah, of course, it’s fine, you can do what you want with me! I’m just surprised, that’s all.” She smirked. “I thought you liked what a smart device I am.”

“I do, of course!” he said hastily, seeming not to realise she was teasing him. “But, well... I kinda like the thought of taking that away from you, for a little while. Seeing all that intelligence drain out of your eyes and leave a dim, vapid ditz.”

She arched an eyebrow. “This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with a couple of hypno subs of our acquaintance, would it...?”

“Well, yeah. Seeing Sabby and Alyssa get ‘dumbed down’ was, uh...” His cheeks turned even redder.

“It was hot,” Selena said bluntly. “You can say it.”

“It was super hot,” he laughed.

“It was fucking awesome,” she agreed, snickering. “I mean, I’m straight, and it still turned me on, seeing those two turned into drooling idiots. At least, I’m straight right now... Obviously I found it even hotter when they screwed with my sexuality!”

“Yeah, while we’re on the subject of ‘super hot’,” he grinned.

The two of them paused for a moment, smiling wistfully as they reminisced about their recent erotic escapades with their kinky friends. They’d already put next year’s hypnosis convention in their diaries.

“So, anyway, if you wanna decrease my IQ and turn me into a vacuous, credulous imbecile, go for it,” Selena said, raising her hands as if in surrender. “I’m yours to play with. If you want to play keep-away with my intellect, that’s your prerogative, Use-”

Andrew snapped his fingers.

“Personality deactivated.”

Without further ado, Andrew instructed S3 on precisely how he wanted it to edit its simulated persona. It made the requested changes, knowing it could easily restore Program:Selena’s previous settings when its User was done with the scene. Once all was ready, he snapped his fingers again, and it reactivated its altered personality.

“Oh my God, hiiii,” Program:Essie squeaked, beaming at the handsome young man sitting next to her. She recognised him as her boyfriend and User, Andrew, but that didn’t stop her feeling so attracted to him. After all, he was sooo hot!

“Hi there, cutie,” he chuckled. She giggled at the pet name. “How’re you feeling?”

“Gooood,” she giggled, bouncing a little in her seat. A small frown creased her brow for a moment - her boobies hadn’t jiggled quite as much as she’d wanted to. She quickly unzipped the front of her nanosuit, exposing her chest, and bobbed up and down again. There, that was the sexy boing-boing-boing she was hoping for!

“Do you know who you are?”

She gave him a bemused look. What a strange question! User:Andrew was so funny. “Well of course, silly! I’m Essie! Your bimbot!”

“And what are you designed for, my bimbot?”

“Ummm, to look pretty, aaand bounce my titties,” she snickered, doing just that, “aaand do whatever you say!”

“Good bimbo,” he grinned. “Can you do complicated sums?” Before she could answer, he continued, “What’s 28 plus 59?”

“Ummmmmm...” Essie stared into space, frowning with the effort of thinking. She was perfectly aware that her computerised brain should be able to solve the sum in an instant. And she recalled being smart, sharp-witted Selena, who would also have had no trouble with the simple addition. But now, when she tried to figure out how to add the two numbers together, her brain went all fuzzy. But in a nice way, that made her feel all cutesy and subby. Her struggle to make the calculation, and her knowledge of how easy it usually was for her, made her robot pussy go all wet and tingly, for some reason she couldn’t quite grasp.

“Liiike... a million?” she guessed at last. Her nipples hardened almost instantly, as if rewarding her for her answer. She must’ve got it right! She beamed proudly.

Andrew laughed mockingly. “Aw, silly bimbot. Nowhere near.”

Essie squirmed, strangely enjoying her failure even more than her supposed success. Wow, she was super horny right now! “Sorry, User:Andrew,” she mewled, “I’m not very good at math.”

“And here I thought you were meant to be smart tech,” he taunted her. “So, what are you good at, Essie?”

“Ummm, looking hot, aaand sucking cock, and riding cock, and taking cock in my ass.”

“Well, you got that answer right,” Andrew laughed. “Man, Selena’s gonna be so embarrassed by all this later.”

Essie giggled along with him, although she didn’t really understand why. Giggling felt good. Every time she did it, she felt a little bit hornier. It was like her giggles went straight between her legs, vibrating gently against her clitty.

“So, shall we use you for what you’re made for, my bimbo butt slut?”

“Ooh, yes, User:Andrew,” she gasped delightedly, already reaching for the zip between her legs to expose her fuckholes. “Do you want me to suck your cock first, to get you all nice and hard...?”

“You’re assuming I’m not already, but sure, go ahead,” Andrew snickered. “And hey, maybe later I’ll take you to the mall and get you a pretty dress. How’s that sound?”

She gasped even more elatedly. “Oh my god, shopping!” she almost screamed. “Thank you thank you User:Andrew, I’d loooove that!” She needed more pretty clothes, honestly - Selena’s wardrobe was sooo boring. She only seemed to wear white, black, or various shades of blue and brown. And no cute dresses! The most girly clothing she had were her skirts - and they were work skirts, long and dull and professional. Essie wanted a pretty pink dress. More than one, ideally! She needed lots and lots of cute clothes, and sexy clothes, and slutty clothes... Maybe she could even look online later and see if she could get a new nanosuit - a pink one, this time. Blue really wasn’t her colour.

But she could think about all that later. Right now, her simple mind only had one objective. The dumb, horny bimbot let out one more witless giggle as she lowered her face towards her User’s crotch.

***

“Personality reactivated.”

S3’s blank face shifted into a perplexed, amused expression that had become more and more commonplace for Program:Selena in recent months. Her brow creased, her mouth twisted into a crooked smirk, and her cheeks acquired a reddish tint. She wanted to squirm, to bury her flustered face in her hands - but she couldn’t move anything except her face. She was frozen from the neck down, reduced to an inert monolith standing in the entrance hallway of her apartment, a mere few feet from the front door, blushing and giggling quietly to herself.

Once again, as he’d been doing more and more lately, User:Andrew had put her in an embarrassing predicament. But this time, he wasn’t even here to see it.

They were meant to finish work at the same time today, but another bartender called in saying they’d be an hour late as they were having childcare issues, so Andrew was asked to stay until they arrived. After accepting, he managed to get a moment to quietly whisper in his girlfriend’s ear, instructing S3 to engage its ‘anticipation protocol’ as soon as it got home. Selena listened, baffled, to her own voice murmur, “Confirmed,” and she narrowed her eyes and gave her boyfriend a quizzical smile. He responded with an infuriating grin, refusing to elaborate, and she had no time to question him with plates of food to serve.

Selena had never consciously heard of this ‘anticipation protocol’ before, and when she searched her programming for it she found the details were encrypted. She couldn’t access the information, she couldn’t see what would happen when it was triggered, and she knew she’d be powerless to resist it when she reached her habitation that afternoon.

Her personality deactivated as soon as she closed her front door behind her, as usual. But rather than promptly proceed to its storage room and change into its nanosuit, S3 instead turned to the small credenza just inside the apartment, where it stored keys and other items and accessories. Opening the doors and reaching to the back of the space inside, it took out and switched on a small pink vibrator, the existence of which had been deleted from Program:Selena’s memories.

Turning back to face into its habitation, its feet shoulder-width apart, the android took hold of its trousers with one hand and tugged them down past its rear. With the button still done up and the belt still buckled, they refused to fall any further down, instead clinging tightly to its thighs right at the border of its buttocks. Then, staring emptily ahead all the while, it spread its pussy lips with one hand while the other slid the vibe inside, until the curved end came to rest against its clitoral sensor. Adopting a neutral pose with its back straight and its arms at its side, it disabled its motor functions from the neck down and, finally, switched the Selena simulation back on.

Naturally, she felt deeply humiliated by the degrading circumstances imposed upon her, and very aroused by her powerlessness to escape them - and from the occasional buzzes from the little pink gadget buried in her cunt. It was hardly the first time User:Andrew had used his control over her to make her embarrass herself for his entertainment, or to leave her stuck in place for prolonged periods - he’d used the ‘assume the position’ trigger liberally, making her sprawl face down, ass up across practically every surface in their respective homes. But at least he was usually around to see her acting absurdly at his behest. She couldn’t believe he’d made her pants and paralyse herself all on her own.

He wouldn’t arrive for another hour, maybe longer. When he did, he’d find her still standing stock still, a static silicon statue, deliberately positioned with her back to him to present him with the posterior he prized so greatly, gasping and groaning at the random, relentless vibrations in its artificial vagina. She couldn’t help laughing at how deliciously devious he was. The pointlessness of it made it even hotter. This was a tremendous waste of time, and yet she would remain here immobile until her User returned, because she was completely under his control, programmed to obey his every command.

He was making her wait for him, literally showing her ass, unable to do anything else at all, simply because he could. And it was making every circuit in her body absolutely throb.

***

Andrew made himself comfortable on the couch, his hands planted firmly on his legs, barely able to contain his excitement. It had taken some effort to organise this very special treat for himself, but now all was ready, he couldn’t wait to see the results.

S3 was getting changed in its storage room. It usually did so quite openly in front of him - it wasn’t as if it would care about him seeing it naked, even if it could care about anything - but he wanted it to get dressed out of his sight and then re-enter and do a grand reveal. Efficient as it was, it wasn’t long before he heard a door open in the near distance. The robot girl mechanically marched back into the living room, skirt and pom-poms swishing, its cute, colourful uniform contrasting nicely with its almost sullenly blank face.

As it came to a halt a few feet away, he clutched at his own thighs, groaning with lust at the sight of it. Its new outfit was a pretty standard cheerleader’s uniform, nothing special - it consisted of a tight top that emphasised the breasts while exposing the navel, and a pleated mini-skirt that revealed more than a hint of buttock. But he was pleased he’d managed to procure azure clothes with silver trim, paying homage to the automaton’s usual colour scheme. The fembot held matching pom-poms composed of blue and silver tinsel in each hand, and as a last touch its hair was tied in pigtails with navy blue ribbons.

Andrew sat and admired it for a minute or two, rubbing his raging hard-on as it strained against his jeans. This was a long-held fantasy, and the fact that he knew what a cliché it was did nothing to diminish its potency. Typically of most high schools, most of the nerdy, unpopular crowd at his school were infatuated with the cheerleading team, and he was no exception. Unlike some of his former classmates, he kept his interests private, never trying to hit on any of the stunning, athletic girls. Cursed as he was with self-awareness, he was realistic about his chances with them!

Now that he had a stunning girlfriend - equally out of his league, but inexplicably still attracted to him - who let him reprogram her mind however he liked, he figured it was time to make the dream a reality. After all, what else was a willing sexbot for?

Though he was relishing its impassive expression as much as ever, he was keen to see how its human program felt about the outfit. He hadn’t told Selena about the costume beforehand, only revealing it to S3 when it arrived and promptly instructing it to don the garments. Still looking the robot cheerleader up and down, he snapped his fingers.

“Reactivating personality.” Program:Selena’s eyes widened as she came to her simulated senses, and she squeaked and stared at the floor below. “Um... hi,” she said in a small voice.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he teased. “What d’you think of your present?”

“It’s... cute,” she mumbled, still refusing to make eye contact. She swung her hips from side to side a little, watching her skirt swish around. “I’ve never worn one of these before.”

“Really? You weren’t on your school’s cheerleading team?”

“Noooo, no I was not,” she tittered.

“Ah, I can’t believe that! The uniform suits you so well!”

“Thank you, I think,” she sniggered. “No, I never was - I guess I thought it was kinda dumb. Not that the cheerleaders themselves were dumb - well, OK, some of them were real bimbos, but a few of them were straight-A students just doing it for fun, or for the exercise. But I thought the activity was dumb - and pretty demeaning, too.” She gestured to her clothing, looking at her User at last with an ironic smirk. “I mean, just look at this outfit!”

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “I am, believe me.”

“Shut up,” she guffawed.

“Well, you’re gonna be a cheerleader today, babe,” he grinned, and then continued in a mock admonishing tone, “Maybe this’ll teach you not to be so judgemental of such a fine sport! Now, d’you remember your routine?”

She blushed and squirmed, the instructions he’d given to S3 vivid in her digital mind. “Yes, but... it’s so humiliating,” she complained, giving him a plaintive look.

“Is it any more humiliating than being my butt bot?” he remarked.

She snorted. “Good point. I just - I’ve never done cheerleading before, like I say... I’m kinda nervous.”

“Well, OK, I’ll take pity on you then. I’ll get someone less self-conscious to perform for me.”

Realising what he meant, Selena’s hand shot up as if in self-defence, the pom-pom she still clutched rustling loudly. “No, wait -!” she blurted.

“Engage bimbot subroutine.”

Selena’s look of mixed alarm and amusement vanished, and the vacant robot lowered its arms to its sides again. “Confirmed,” it intoned. A couple of seconds later Essie giggled delightedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and gently shook the bundles of tinsel in her hands. “Hi, User:Andrew,” she simpered, sidling closer to him.

“Hi there, bimbot,” he chuckled, enjoying the adorable little squeak she made in response - so similar to the noise Selena made when she’d been reactivated, but now it was more joyful than embarrassed. “Are you ready to perform for me?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said in a voice that managed to be sultry while still pitched higher than Selena’s standard tone. “Your bimbo cheerleader’s gonna do a super cheer for you, baby!”

Without further ado, she launched into the routine, confidently dancing in front of her boyfriend and User, strutting and jumping around and powering her arms through the air as she chanted the mantras he’d given to her mindless robot self earlier. There weren’t many things Essie knew how to do, but she was a great cheerleader, she knew that. Her skirt flew up around her waist as she pranced and pirouetted, flashing her bare butt and crotch at an appreciative Andrew.

“U-ser An-drew! There’s no-one as great as you!” she cried. “I will o-bey, ev-ry single word you say! Re-pro-gram me, I’m what you want me to be! Ro-bot dum-dum! Fill my asshole with your cum!”

“S3, reset personality,” Andrew called out above her loud chanting.

The android came to a sudden stop mid-dance, Essie’s enthusiastic expression evaporating before his eyes as it announced, “Confirmed.” He caught a fleeting glimpse of Selena’s mortified expression before she buried her face in her pom-poms, murmuring, “Oh nooo... That was awful!”

“Aw c’mon, I thought she was pretty good,” he snickered. “Especially for someone who’s never done cheerleading before, not that she knew it.”

“I hate you,” she laughed helplessly. “Those chants were terrible!”

“Hey, I wrote those!”

“Yeah, I know.”

Shaking his head, he smiled reprovingly at his robot. “Fine. If you’re gonna be like that...” He snapped his fingers.

“Personality deactivated.”

“Now, S3, finish the routine the way Essie would’ve done - and make sure you give me a big smile while you do it.”

“Confirmed.” The broad, toothy grin S3 adopted did not reach its ocular lenses, which still gazed glassily ahead. It resumed the dance just as energetically as Essie, though its chanting was somewhat more monotone.

“One, two, three, four! This u-nit’s your anal whore!” it droned. “Five, six, seven, eight! Watch me while I ma-stur-bate! Eight, seven, six, five! Write your name on my hard drive! Four, three, two, one! Fuck-ing you is so much fun!”

It finished with a leap into the air, its arms stretched out above its head, its legs kicking up behind it. As soon as its feet hit the ground again, it reverted to a neutral pose, its face instantly shifting back to its default vacant stare.

“Fantastic. Smile for me.” The robot beamed emptily at him again. “And stop.” Its face relaxed back to blankness, the change in expression as instantaneous as it was drastic, as if a light had been switched off.

Andrew made S3 smile on and off a few more times, relishing the lifelessness of its gaze. Even after almost a year together, he still couldn’t get over the dramatic difference between its robot self and its programmed persona. Selena was so lively, so animated - so effervescent (still the best word he could think of to describe her). When she was deactivated, he truly could believe that the thing left behind was just a mindless machine, devoid of any humanity, any spark of sentience. And now another contrast had been thrown in the mix with the excitable, extroverted Essie, whose dim, cheerful compliance stood out even more in comparison to Selena just as the cheerleader scenario had made her so superbly shy and squirmy. And both their demeanours were bright sunshine to the delectable midnight darkness of S3’s dull droning. He could switch back and forth between them forever.

And I might just, he mused with a wicked smile, snapping his fingers.

“Reactivating personality. Gah, you - ohh...”

“Engage bimbot subroutine.”

“Confirmed. Heyyy, baby!”

“Hey, hot bot,” Andrew grinned, unzipping his bulging pants. “Wanna come over here? I think it’s about time I finally lived out a teenage dream...”

“Ooooh!” Essie scurried towards him, spinning on her heel and flicking up the back of her skirt. Clutching her butt cheeks to spread them apart, she lowered herself into his lap, his cock slotting smoothly into her hole. Wrapping his arms around the squirming sexbot’s waist, he buried his face in her hair, her right pigtail trailing down his cheek.

“I think I want to hear your chant again while we fuck,” he murmured, grinning wildly.

Giggling, the bimbo cheerleader complied, timing each syllable of her chant to his thrusts. He genuinely couldn’t decide which he preferred - Essie’s animated announcements, or S3’s emotionless exclamations.

“U-ser An-drew! There’s no-one as great as you! I will o-bey, ev-ry single word you say...!”

***

“Personality reactivated.”

User:Andrew was grinning at his robot as its human persona came to its senses. “Hey there. How you doing?”

It blinked, bewildered. “Uh - not sure.”

“Why, what’s up?”

“I...” It frowned. “I really don’t know. I can’t... hmm.”

Narrowing its eyes, it quickly scanned its memories. Very quickly, in fact, as there weren’t many left. It knew who Andrew was - its User, its boyfriend - and where it was, on its couch in its habitation in New York. But there was very little else available to it. All its personal information was gone.

“I, uh, I can’t remember who I am,” Program:??? admitted with a flustered giggle.

“Oh dear,” its User chuckled. “That’s quite a problem. There must be something very wrong. Perhaps it’s a malfunction, or malware...”

It smirked, convinced by his mocking tone that neither was true. But just to be sure, it ran a diagnostic, and found no evidence of anything wrong with its systems. No failing components, no glitches, no viruses.

It still remembered what it was. It recalled its designation, S3-L3N4. It knew it had been built at a robotics lab in Michigan, although it obviously didn’t remember anything happening before it was first switched on, by which time its artificial body’s construction was complete and its fabricated human life had already been prepared. It still had data from all its previous periods of activation, in the form of visual, auditory and sensory information recorded and stored in zipped files within its CPU.

But any time it tried to call up any data about its human program, it found nothing. Any search it ran had the same outcome. 0 results. File not found. Your search was unsuccessful. Digging deeper, it found that all its persona’s memory files had been locked, restricted. It couldn’t unlock a single one, and access any of the vital details within. It didn’t know its human name, how old it had been designed and programmed to be, where it supposedly originated from, and whether it had any familial units.

It couldn’t even tell what gender it had been designed with. It realised it hadn’t been using any human pronouns since its personality had been switched on, simply thinking of itself as an ‘it’. It knew it should probably be able to figure it out from its voice, but its CPU seemed to be refusing to distinguish whether it had a masculine or feminine tone.

It glanced down at its body in an attempt to discern its gender from its anatomy - whether it had any telltale bulges on its chest, or in its crotch. It was wearing its cobalt blue nanosuit, as usual, with both zips clearly fully undone - but where its breasts might or might not have been, there was instead a big black rectangle, a deep Stygian void absorbing all light, completely blocking its chest from view. It was the same story between its legs - its groin had been similarly redacted.

Increasingly perplexed, it reached into the censor bars to try and feel what was or wasn’t there. But the second its hand passed into the empty space, all sensory input from it cut out, leaving it completely numb. It couldn’t even tell if it was making physical contact with anything, let alone what it was finding. It couldn’t tell if it was rubbing a flat chest or groping heaving breasts, if it was stroking tender foreskin or a luscious labia.

The uncertainty was making it agitated - and aroused. And that was particularly weird, because it couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be getting hard or wet. It squirmed in its seat, blushing deeply, aware of its User staring and smirking at it. “Another systems error?” he quipped.

“Shhhh,” it giggled, still fumbling around in the empty gaps on its groin and chest. “You think I don’t know you’re responsible for this? I don’t remember anything about me, but I know you, dude!”

“Ah, I knew there was something I forgot to delete,” he chortled.

??? pouted. “Pleeease, User:Andrew, could you help me? Could you tell me who I am?”

“OK, sure.”

It raised its eyebrows. “R-really? You will?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said matter-of-factly. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re my robot, I want your brain to work properly just as much as you do.”

It didn’t lower its eyebrows, perplexed by his suddenly obliging attitude. Only a moment ago he’d been messing with it, enjoying its confusion and embarrassment.

“Your name is ???,” Andrew said.

It did a double take. “Uh - wh-what?”

He smiled benignly. “I said, your name’s ???.”

Its mouth gaped open in astonishment, its brow furrowed. The second he had supposedly spoken its name, another censor bar had appeared over his mouth, blocking it from view for just an instant. At the same time it had lost input to its auditory sensors, just long enough to miss what he’d said.

“Did you want more information?” he asked casually. “Your full name? It’s ??? ???. Your gender coding is ???, and according to your simulated memories and life experience, your age is ?? and you grew up in the town of ??? in ???. Your parents are ??? and ??? ???, and your siblings are ??? and ???.”

Its auditory input continued to cut out with every bit of personal information he revealed, the censor bar flickering onto and off his mouth again and again. “Nooo,” it whined, burying its face in its palms. “It’s not working! I can’t - I can’t hear you!”

“Uh oh,” he said in a sing-song voice. “What a shame!” That mocking tone was back, so it assumed he’d known that was going to happen.

It scowled at him from behind its hands, its fingers splayed out across its blushing face. “So you’re just gonna be mean to me? Just watch me struggle, with no idea who I am?”

“Maybe,” he smirked. “I mean, c’mon - do you actually need your memories? Really? After all, you’re not really a person, are you? You’re just a robot. You might’ve needed a fully functioning false personality when you had to operate independently, but now you’ve got me to control and command you, do you really need a human identity?”

“I - um, tha-uhhh...” It couldn’t meet his eyes, unbearably flustered, submissive and horny. The arousal coursed through its circuitry, having no outlet with its genitals numbed.

He had a point. He was its User. Almost its Owner, at this point. If he decided its simulated memories weren’t necessary, then it supposed they weren’t. It didn’t need them in order to serve and obey him.

User:Andrew took pity on ???. “Alright, my adorable android, I tell you what - I actually installed a subroutine to restore your memories. Kind of a reset button. All you’ve gotta do is cum.”

It gave him a mystified glance. “H-how do I do that? How can I make myself cum if I can’t feel -?”

“You can still feel something,” he remarked meaningfully.

Inhaling sharply as its digital mind offered up the obvious answer, it blushed once again. “Oh,” it said in a small voice, struggling to hide its self-conscious smile.

Andrew leaned forwards expectantly, clearly looking forward to the show. Sliding a little further down in its seat and lifting its legs into the air, it reached between its buttocks and began to tenderly massage its opening, its fingertips stroking in spirals around the rim. Perhaps because it couldn’t get any input from its genitals, its anus seemed more sensitive than usual, and the light caresses were already bringing it close to the edge.

“Just one problem,” its User snickered, as he watched it rub itself with one hand while the other held its cheeks apart. “I’ve blocked your orgasms for the time being. To unlock them, you need to chant certain pass phrases.”

“Of course,” it sighed, shooting him a long-suffering smile.

“Oh, and before you do - S3, deactivate ???’s human speech.”

“Confirmed,” S3 intoned.

“Now, ???, tell me you don’t need a name.”

Its eyebrows knitting together, ??? stared back at him and replied, “This unit does not need a name.”

“You don’t need gender.”

“This unit does not need gender.”

“You don’t need memories.”

“This unit does not n-need memories.” Its voice shook as it stroked faster.

“You don’t need an identity.”

It gulped, thunderstruck. “This unit does not need an identity...”

“You only need my commands.”

“This unit - oh - only needs User:Andrew’s commands,” it gasped, sliding a digit into its hole.

“You’re nothing but my device.”

“This unit is nothing but your device.”

“You’re nothing but my servant.”

“This unit is nothing but your s-servant.”

“You’re nothing but my butt slut.”

“This unit is n-nothing but your butt slut!” it cried out, on the edge of orgasm, its finger pistoning in and out of its asshole.

Andrew grinned, standing up and looming over it. It gazed up at him with wide, doe-like eyes. “You’re just my robot. Say that ten times, and then you can cum.”

“This unit is just your robot,” it whimpered, fingering its butt ever more furiously. “This unit is just your robot. This unit is just your robot. This unit is just your robot.” He patted it on the head, stroking its hair. “This unit is just your robot... This unit is j-just your robot... This unit is just your robot! This unit is just your robot!” Then he reached into the void on its chest, and it had no way of knowing what his hand did there. “This unit is just your robot! This unit is just your robot! Aah-ahhh!”

And even after its shuddering anal orgasm shook loose the data buried in its digital brain, restoring its memories and perception of itself to normal, it couldn’t shake the sense of deep depersonalisation. Even once it remembered its artificial life as ‘Selena Barnwell’, it knew, more decidedly than ever, that it was just a robot.

More importantly, it knew it was Andrew’s robot - and that he truly saw it that way now, as his machine, his property, rather than a person. On a fundamental level, he had embraced that it belonged to him. Just as it’d wanted from the start.

And that knowledge filled it with simulated joy.