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“Beth.” Christine looks at the naked woman on the table and has more questions than her absolute disaster of a dorm mate could ever hope to answer. “What the fuck? Why? Is she okay ?”
“I don’t know!” Bethany is trying not to get defensive about it. “That's why I brought it here. I was going for a little pee, as a puppy does — yes, Christine, I was well-hidden this time, you don’t have to remind me — and I found this girl, naked, completely still, and I almost screamed! I would have if it wasn’t for the, uh…” She mimes having to pull her panties back up. “And my first instinct was to call the cops. But then I realised that no, fuck the cops, they won’t care about whatever crime scene it is anyways, and they might just assume I did it, or something— so I panicked and tried to carry the girl home myself. But she’s really heavy. She doesn’t look like it, but she’s heavy— because she’s a robot, Christine! I checked, she has a, uh— USB thingy. Anyway, I had to get help from Monica and Tabby, who were just as confused as me, and now she’s here. On the table. I thought you could maybe fix her, or something. You’re good at computers and things.”
She takes another more careful look at the figure on the table. Her eyes are open yet lifeless. Her body is cold, dirty yet feels as soft as her own skin. She’s pretty, though in a way that is a little disturbing, like the woman was made to conform to a very specific fantasy of femininity decided upon by the kind of men who would program a robot. Unsurprisingly for that specific crowd, she finds the USB port between her legs.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Christine mumbles. “Tomorrow. It’s 3 o’clock, Bethany.”
***
“My name is Kimmy.” The robot says suddenly, spooking Christine much more than she would like to admit. “I’m here to help. Would you like to register yourself as my owner and primary user?”
“Uh, hi, Kimmy.” She says, smoothly. Very confident. “I’m Christine. Can you… can you understand me?”
“Nice to meet you, Christine.” Kimmy responds warmly and almost too much like a human to be real.
“I’ll be back in a second. I’ll go… find Beth.”
***
Whilst Christine had hoped to be able to relax a little away from the android that had just been revived from the dead, Bethany had other plans, taking her hand and dragging her back into the observatory.
“Kimmy!” The little shit said much too enthusiastically. “I’m Bethany.”
“Nice to meet you, Bethany. Would you like to register yourself as my owner and primary user?”
And before Christine can think of intervening, Bethany has already agreed to register herself as such.
***
“Um, Kimmy.” Bethany asks of her newly-dressed — surprisingly modestly for Bethany’s tastes — personal service android. “What can you actually do ?”
Kimmy starts to rattle off an enormous list of tasks, and Christine can see Beth slowly smile more and more, her head no doubt filled with all kinds of mischievous plans, made more extreme once she realises the 18+ option exists.
Christine rests her head in her hands and hopes the girl doesn’t go too wild.
***
“Okay. Girls.” Bethany claps to get the attention of the small collection of sisters gathered in the downstairs kitchen. “This is Kimmy. She’s an android. She does things when you tell her to, I think. Whatever you ask her to do. I made sure she’s set up to listen to anyone who lives here, so feel free to go wild, I guess.”
Christine looks away embarrassed. This is going to be a shitshow.
***
“I like her.” Paige says semi-distractedly, her head deep into a wardrobe as she picks out another ten outfits or so. “She’s cute— Looks a little like you. More willing to play along.”
“She doesn’t look like me.” Christine responds, a little annoyed.
“Same hair colour. Same height. I can style her hair so it looks similar to yours—”
“I don’t look like the robot.”
“No, you’re much cuter.” Paige boops her on the nose. “But you’re similar enough that I can pretend.”
“You’d rather dress Kimmy up than me?” A hint of offence creeps into her voice.
“No, she’s just much more keen than you are. So if you don’t want me to continue torturing the poor android, you’d better let me do it to you directly.”
***
“I’m going to fuck the robot.” Mia declares triumphantly. “I’m going to take my enormous hog and stick it in there. It’ll be great fun.”
“You don’t have a hog. Ms. Prentice took it away.” Aisha points out.
“As if that’d stop me.” The catgirl grins.
“I thought one of the major lessons we were supposed to learn is that women’s bodies are not ours to objectify as solely existing for sexual gratification.” Bethany interjects. Christine is surprised: it’s the first intelligent thing the woman has said all day.
Mia blinks for a moment, thinks about how serious Bethany could be with the question, and eventually decides to restate the obvious.
“I’m going to fuck the robot.”
***
“She’s good. But I don’t think we should keep her upstairs too much… she’d steal all the second years’ work.” Maria says, slightly drunk. Apparently Kimmy is quite good at making cocktails. “Do you think she could use a taser?”
“I don’t think that’s—” Christine tries to interrupt, desperately.
“Oooooh.” Bethany beckons Kimmy over to her. “That sounds like a great idea. Do you think we can teach her to be all bitchy too?”
Yep. Giving Dorley Hall a service android has been an unmitigated disaster.