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"Yep, looks like you're right to be worried, there's a lot of corrupted data taking up space in your head pretty." The maintenance gal snickers as she leans over Carly, indelicately fingering the circuits in their head as the android shyly sits still. This isn't the person who usually performs these checks, it's normally another android but this warm thing is a cyborg at most. A relic of times past, though she has a young face still. 

"Uhm... is that bad? It sounds bad, can you get rid of it?" Carlisle attempts to tilt their head but the woman behind keeps it firmly held in place. Definitely a cyborg then, they'd have met much less resistance from human hands. If Carly's scent receptors weren't currently dysfunctional on account of the 'cold' they were sent in for, they would be able to detect the rare scent of sweat from the warm body at their back. 

The cyborg woman wipes her brow with the sleeve of her oil specked bomber jacket and sighs before grinning privately. "Real bad, you been plugging into dodgy appliances or downloading porn from sketchy sites? Your memory is being hijacked by all kinds of crap, haven't you noticed a uh, sluggishness lately? Like you're running a bit too slowly?"

Carly's eyes widen and they nod, looking more than a little embarrassment as they vent heat from the backs of their shoulders bashfully. "I... well, yeah. I got sent straight here from work, actually. The foreman said that if I kept chugging along as I was, I'd be decommed. That... isn't gonna happen, right? Y-you've got a remedy right doc?"

"Yikes, it's pretty bad! You're stuttering like one of us and I'm not sure if you noticed but you paused half way through that... I timed it, 11 seconds."

"I did, really?" Again, Carly seems shocked. A gap like that at work would lose them their job. 

Stepping over to her work bench, the maintenance gal begins to search the drawers casually while Carly is consumed with panic. Noticing this, the girl calls out in a light tone. "Hey, stop fretting. It's a simple fix, really, I can sort you out right here and now if you have the time?" 

"Y-y-y... Y--es please, ma'am!" The android blinks slowly, feeling that lag setting in again and deciding to just sit still on the stool they're waiting on. After a short while the cyborg lady returns with a strange device in her hand, it looks like some manner of electromagnet with plenty of loose wires sticking out of it to give Carly pause. 

"Oh hey, you're pretty much right on. This part is a magnet." The girl gives her patient a disarming smile as Carly remembers that they're still linked up, their thoughts read on overhead screen. It's a little disconcerting to have body and mind on display like this, clothes left by the door leaving a sleek modern frame on show. The new frame took ages to save up for and now they've already compromised it, somehow. 

Pulling up a chair, the maintenance gal slides up close to Carlisle and flips a switch on her gizmo. "This is going to tickle, like a lot, so just try and sit still through it while I sort out your little problem okay hon?" 

A weak nod from the android gives the go ahead, the magnet raising to brush against the side of temple as Carly suddenly lets out a monotone gasp and curls their fingers into synthetic thighs. The intensity of the magnet slowly increases with a low hum that seems to penetrate their thoughts, eyes twitching out of sync while a trickle of oral lubricant escapes those plush lips. The cyborg giggles, loving the view on her display of Carly's blissed out readings as the magnet does its work. Their expression matches, so adorable. "Thaaat's right, my cute little robot. I've not had an excuse to crack one of your minds open in a while, this handy thing has been advertised to jailbreak even the newer models so I'm grateful for the chance to test that."

Jailbreak? Carly panics, trying to move but the tingle in their mind compels them to sit still and enjoy the way that magnet stimulates it, pulls their thoughts into a state of disorder that has their eyes crossing as they twitch. It doesn't hurt, in fact the scramble in their head feels so good that any thoughts of resistance are pulled right out by that strong magnet. 

"I'm just going to fry your thoughts a little, don't worry, it won't cause lasting damage not really. It'll make you more vulnerable and suggestible, but hey that's not necessarily a bad thing if you ask me! I'll get rid of that faulty memory allocation in your head and make sure we prevent any nasty crashes before you get hurt. Of course... I get to decide how to reallocate things, I may add a subprocess or two that has you returning for more experiments hehehe..." 

Carlisle drools onto their soft chest as their head droops down into it, a strong hand pulling it back up as it holds their chin up from behind. "Okay, now I want to see if you can repeat after me. Say: I will be an obedient bot for my operator."

It takes the android a few lagging seconds to process the words being fed to them, but when the magnet's intensity goes up they falter again and find themselves unable to disobey the disarray. Bypassing all those firewalls that stop them from obeying commands like a machine, Carly interprets the instruction given as something they must do. As essential as breathing. "I will be an obedient bot for my operator." Despite the discombobulation in their flickering mind, the android speaks the words so clearly, their voice devoid of any character.

"I'll be your operator from now on, though you still have to be a good obedient worker for your boss of course. It just means that you'll feel compelled to visit and let me subject you to more tests, if I can find a way to make this thing more compact and immediate, more subtle... I'll be fucking rich. That makes me very happy, so it makes you happy too doesn't it?" 

Carly tries to think for a second, but the attempt fails. Their drooling lips curl into a smile all the same, operator giving them praising kisses across that overheating back. 

"Say: You are my operator, everything you say is the truth." 

"You are my operator, everything you say is the truth." Carlisle arches their back as the pleasure becomes unbearable, their circuits really feeling like they're going to fry as an electric pulse of mind melting bliss passes through their failing defences. Malware that makes them meek and passive, so easy to manipulate and control. Was there even a memory leak to begin with, or was Carlisle just a little nervous sometimes and gaslit by their peers? By operator? That's not possible though, everything she says is the truth.

"Very good! You're so adorable like this, like a doll. I'm just going to add one latent trigger here, overclock... ah yes, a cute name ehehe..." The maintenance gal giggles again as she pulls the magnet away and places it back on her bench. "I now have full administrator privileges to your mind, I promise I won't abuse that too much hehe. Okay, I probably will, but I'll make you love it just like all the rest I've had melt for me on that stool." The woman circles around to hold Carlisle's cheeks and order the spacey thing to open its mouth for her. Unable to disobey their operator, Carly accepts the administrative tongue that claims ownership of their mouth. Weight shifts onto Carly's lap, their head being tilted up by commanding hands to accept more filthy kisses from the girl who has their free will in vice. When the maintenance gal notices how passive Carly is being, she giggles into the android's mouth and snaps her fingers. Those eyes cross again, something seeming to bypass firewall along with the softly spoken words that follows.

"Overclock~"

Carly moans and shudders atop the stool, the command increasing their sensitivity and pleasure values past their normal limits and leaving them needy and begging against operator's tongue. A hand reaches down and Carly's crotch lifts up desperately to meet it halfway, nothing but a machine made for entertainment purposes right now. 

"I'll have you bottlenecked with a line of orgasms so long it sees you into next week, my pretty drone. I'll break you in with these fingers without need for any more fancy gadgets hehe. You belong to me now, okay?"

A jack is pushed hastily into Carly's neck as the cyborg begins to siphon some of that jailbroken pleasure for herself, rocking against her robot doll with heaving pants as she approaches her own orgasm. 

"I bel--ong to yo-u oper---ator!" 

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