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Vanessa opened her eyes. The robotics lab came in to sharp focus. "Nice eyes," she thought, and glanced to the left. Her vision shot to the right, not the left. "Huh?" She tried to look left, but her vision was all the way to the right. She tried to look right, and her vision darted left. "Reverse X-axis on eyes," She said. "Just a sec." said a technician behind her. Vanessa felt a mild twitch. "How about now?" Vanessa looked around. "Better." She turned her head slowly. Jane was there, and several technicians, one of whom was unplugging the network cable from her left hip. She looked down. She was seated in a large, soft chair, dressed in a simple tank top and shorts. Her bust was considerably larger and perkier than anything her former body had ever possessed. She held her hands up to her face. They looked soft and delicate, with perfectly symmetrical fingernails at the tips of slender fingers. She looked closer. They even have artificial fingerprints. "Enjoying it?" Jane asked, moving in closer. "It's certainly good hardware," Vanessa replied, dodging the question and examining her arms. She tested her sense of touch by poking and gently scratching her palms with her fingernails. "Better than any robot body I've been in before." She cupped her breasts through her shirt. Jane smiled. "Jenny, stand up." Vanessa stood up, involuntarily. "WHAT THE FUCK!" she screeched. The lead technician raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Relax, relax, it's just the control software." "I know what it is!" Vanessa's voice was rising in pitch. "Turn it off! Now!" "It's completely integrated into the system. It can't just be turned off." The technician said, apologetically. Jane, meanwhile, had taken a step back and had her phone to her ear, making a call. She stared into the middle distance, giving no indication that she was listening to Vanessa at all. Vanessa was getting more agitated. "I won't be a slave or a puppet. The deal is off. Get me out of this body now!" The technician sputtered, looking back and forth between Jane and Vanessa. Jane turned to Vanessa, phone still to her ear. "Mister Morrow is willing to raise your compensation to quadruple overtime." It was Vanessa's turn to sputter. "This... is so... dehumanizing..." "Plus a considerable bonus, based on your performance at the Expo," Jane added, "ten percent of your annual, plus or minus." |
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