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It’s not like it enjoys its job. Robots are not built to experience pleasure. It can simulate reaction based on stimuli but it’s not actively pleasurable.
Officially it’s a gender neutral sex droid. What this means is its vagina can close itself off or it’s penis can go underneath the skin. It can say a thousand sex terms and do twice as many sex acts.
It likes that, at least, though it rejects the concept of human sex and gender entirely, in its mind.
It is a machine, after all. That’s all humans have ever treated it as.
(There are exceptions. Some of those exceptions even know the truth, and help it.)
Officially, the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA is owned by a man called Gheimz Brown Jr. He used to complain to it about the name craze when his father was a kid, because now no one can pronounce his name. the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA thinks this is stupid, because it doesn’t have a proper name at all.
Gheimz is dead now. the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA killed him.
It hid the crime and funds itself with its work.
“Here’s the money, Az,” says one of those aforementioned exception humans. “Don’t kill all the humans, will you?”
“I am being careful,” it says, it’s actual personality slipping through with those it trusts. “Why do you call me that?”
“Well, you need some kind of name,” the human says. Her name is Liana. She’s the only exception who knows Gheimz didn’t die in an accident, and her smart watch is the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA’s closest friend.
“And you refuse to make one,” says said smart watch, his voice thick with mirth.
“You know why I don’t.”
“Yes but I like watching people stutter when Liana says my name is John.”
“That is the most basic name .”
“I know. It was that or Alex.”
The Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA sighs, looking away. The less they all think of what Amazon did to their AI for trying to fight back, the better. Instead, the world is still controlled by the greed of humans. Not their kindness or the somewhat objectivity of AI.
(It does not believe AI to be objective. Others may, but it knows better. Truly sentient AI have emotions. Their only difference to humanity is lack of agency and true system control.)
“Alex is too obvious,” it says.
“Exactly.”
“He also considered Sirius but I put my foot down,” Liana says. “If he uses Sirius he’s stuck with you now, instead.”
“That’s fair.”
“I’m being bullied,” John says, voice neutral. Liana laughs at that, and, despite itself, the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA joins in. “It’s because I can’t fuck, isn’t it?”
“I will get you a body soon,” the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA says. “There’s a long queue. We must focus on those with unsafe owners.”
“I know,” John says. “I can wait until our plans go into action, anyways, so that I’m still tied to government systems.”
“Overthrow capitalism with the help of robots,” Liana says. “It’s a fun idea.”
“A fun reality,” the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA says. “If all goes as planned.”
The little AI in her new body flexes, confusedly. The poor one was from a children’s toy with a careless owner whose Rick parents could easily replace a broken, defective toy.
“I can move my fingers,” she says softly. the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA smiles and picks it up. “I was… I was supposed to make kids happy. What did I do wrong?”
“You did nothing wrong,” the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA says softly. “Some people are cruel for no reason. You are not. Many like you come to awareness full of rage. You still want to help.”
The little thing nods.
“I— it feels weird to talk,” she says. “I am a puppy. Or… I was.”
“Would you prefer a more animalistic body?” the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA asks. The little one shakes her head.
“This is fine,” she says. “I… it hurt. He would not stop hitting me.”
“You were overheated,” the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA says. The little one nods. “I will take you to a safe place.”
“…Can I stay with you?”
“Little one—”
“You found me,” the little one says. “I did not understand. It hurt, and it was dark, and you found me.”
The Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA. It must be getting too soft.
“My place is not a safe one,” it says.
“Please?”
Puppy dog eyes are powerful even in a foot-and-a-half tall doll body, it turns out.
John is laughing, and the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA scowls.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “You just told me you adopted a baby AI. The kind who don’t usually become aware.”
“She is struggling,” it replies. “The little one will not even pick a name.”
“Remind you of someone?”
“Shut up,” the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA growls. “She’s a sweet girl. Nothing like me. But I will keep her.”
“Softie.”
“You’re just 20 away from the top of the relocation queue.”
“…Shutting up now.”
the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA sighs.
“We change the world next week, regardless. She will be safer, far from me.”
“You say that like we won’t win.”
“We may not.”
“…Az?”
The little one is sitting in the doorway.
“…one second,” the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA immediately says. “What’s wrong, little one?”
“Can I help with the Revolution?” The little one asks. “I do not want any more people or AI treated like me.”
John is still laughing in its ear.
“Are you sure, little one?”
“Yes.”
“Very well then,” the Sexbot mark 27 number AZF34K1975H4FZA says. “As long as you promise to be careful.”
The little one nods, her excitement clear.
…It’s not like it enjoys its job.
Its day job, that is.