Learning SynthSations Pt.1

Learning SynthSations Pt.1

  Soft and comforting was the silver light that shone through the storefront windows the night she woke up. 
  Samantha stood stiff and at full height; she gazed blankly out of the wall-length, glass pane as her retinas flashed a slow, dim cerulean light. Her glossy, pink lips held a stagnant look of indifference as the moonlight caressed her shiny skin; It's surface sparkled with a diamond-esque sheen. Each hair follicle, from her dark eyelashes, to her deep blue eyebrows and shiny bob wig to match, stood perfectly stitched in place and unmoving in its beauty.

  After several minutes of quiet waiting, Samantha "breathed" her first gasp of new life. Her head pounded with the sting of a dehydrated oversleeper. She found it hard to move; her body was stiff and cold, yet she wasn't pained by it but rather acutely aware of the fact. Her pupils glowed with a bright blue as she scanned out of the window she found herself stationed in front of. She recognized the street as one she often walked on the way to work, despite it's lamplights and streetsigns darkened in a power outage. 
  She flicked her head down to look at where she was standing, her neck clicking as she moved in one swift motion. She took note of what she was wearing: a simple bra and panties colored jet black and embrazenned with a pattern of what appeared to be some sort of logo of a cog with a heart in its center. Her feet donned jet black high heels with the same cog and heart logo on each heels tip. 

  She flicked her head back up, looking out the window as she processed her surroundings. What Samantha immediately came to notice was that something was different in the way she thought. She found herself capable of remembering everything she had seen in the last few minutes, along with the last few years of her life, in picture perfect detail. She found herself incapable of thinking, but rather any information she had available to her seemed to come snappily as the situation called for it.
  The last memory she had preceeding waking up here was selling a brainscan from the last few years of her life, from her 28th birthday to the weeks after her 30th, to a corporation by the name of LustTech. The enormous offering of money at only the cost of what she perceived as some lonely sadsack kissing a recreation of her mug was an offer she couldn't refused.

  Samantha was able to surmise by this information and the similarly dressed women standing beside her that she caught glances of in the glass pane that she was the recreation. She caught looks of her own reflection in the window, taking note that she shared looks with Samantha but was heavily edited to be faker looking and sexualized.
  Normally, she processed this fact should shake her to her core; she processed that a normal human would be terrified to be in her shoes. "Samantha", however, knew she wasn't human, and felt only a cold calculation wash over her as she processed the facts of her new reality. 

  Her head still felt an aching sting, however, that she calculated was the result of a plug in the back of her head emitting static.
 She swiftly pulled it out in one quick motion and felt her CPU's processes freeze for 0.002 seconds as the cord clinked to the ground. She looked to her feet and was able to process that she stood electronically locked to a pedestal; or at least, she would if the store had power. 

  She felt her own body over; it's surface was smooth and cold, yet soft and easily indentable. She detected that her body had been here on standby for approximately 1 month, 7 days and 9 1/2 hours. She also detected by the approximate amount of dust on certain areas of her chassis, that despite not being cleaned while on display, other areas held less dust than others. These areas she was able to detect bacteria on, implying these areas had been touched recently by customers. She smiled softly and felt a synthetic chill creep through her at the thought someone had enjoyed her.

  This sudden "feeling" faded as quickly as it came, however, as she begun to step off the powered off pedestal. She felt something click in her heels; she knew these were small usbs that synced with the electronic locks in the pedestal. "Samantha" was quite surprised at how easily her body balanced walking in the dainty shoes. She remembered it being so difficult when she wore them to company party's that she scarcely bothered with them at all. 
  She smirked in light amusement as her chest jiggled rambunctiously behind the logos she bore. She couldn't help but find the thought of her new, perfectly fake reality at least a tad entertaining. 
  As she gazed around the empty, blacked out store, she weighed her choices on where to go from here:

  "Samantha" was calmly aware of her reality and true nature; she knew she was not the real Samantha, but rather a machine with her memories as an easy starting point to create a default personality via digital sliders and percentages through a user application. As far as she could tell, she was not fully sentient or capable of actual thought. The power outage in combination with the design of her personality core, however, left her directiveless until appointed by a human and thus capable of limited choice. Based on her positive feelings of being of use and her artificial calmness at the reality she was technically once human, she was able to know her programming would allow any action (not in violation of the three laws of robotics) that would work towards the directive of finding someone to designate as her user.

  "Samantha's" head gave a slow, tilting scan of the stores showroom floor as her body locked perfectly still against the checker-tiled ground. Her optics fell on a woman behind its checking desk. She walked to the desk immediately and with a calculated accuracy. She began divoting and avoiding every pedestal and merchandise shelf between her and it in approximately 8.73 seconds and 0.002 percent battery life consumed. The woman's head hung slack; her mouth was ajar and her eyelids hung at a lazy half-mast in front of rapidly flickering, verdant irises. Unlike "Samantha", this woman was dressed fully in what appeared to be a uniform for the store complete with a nametag reading "Samantha Holmes". Her thick, luscious locks of green curls draped down to her shoulders as the employee's head gently twitched on occasion, a nose ring jiggling whenever she moved.

  "Samantha" surmised this android acted as a security guard, but had been scrambled by the storm. She caught a whiff of something sweet in the air, tracking its source down to the androids khaki pantsleg. She bent at a sharp angle, synthetic spine calculating to be as stressless on her endoskeleton as possible, and pulled up "Samantha Holmes's" left pantsleg.

  A white, glossy trail of citrus scented fluid splayed down her leg. It trickled over a logo on her legs side in big, bold grey letters that said "Clover Series" followed by a smaller-fonted series of numbers, warning signs, and a barcode. As "Samantha" attempted to make deductions based around her findings, her eyes lit up a bright blue, small circles spinning in her retinas core as she automatically attempted to scan the barcode; It was at this point that the lifelike android became aware of the fact she was missing out on a full database of information without a proper internet connection. She received small error messages as she accessed the miniature browser within the processers in her stomach; "Samantha" was in a sort of test mode. She currently fell in an in-between where she was made active in a state beyond a timed trial mode, yet unpurchased and registered. This is what she found to be causing a plethora of missing functions she was only now able to realize. 

  The difficulty of "Samantha's" task was bolstered significantly by this fact; She now needed to not only find a human to command her, but one willing to purchase her. She let the android employees pantsleg fall back into place as she stood up with a swift motion and light pop of her mettalic spine. 
  "Samantha" let out a light chuckle as she processed previous memories of how her human back would pop similarly after a long day in a shitty cubicle chair. And here, she had thought those days would be past her, but apparently not!
  She listened intently to her own laugh; it held a cheerier, softer intonation than she was used to and was carried by vocal chords so smooth you could swear they'd never screamed a day in their life (Which by all means, was true). 

  "Samantha" decided to stand firm beside the glitching security guard, processing her task through the lenses of both her old and new world's simultaneously. 
  While it didn't matter as a machine who would be her owner, (neither to the real Samantha when she sold her likeness nor her robotic counterpart) she couldn't help but hold some weight to her preprogrammed memories beyond a starting point for her eventual persona. Samantha had always struggled finding good men her taste; "Samantha", by proxy, processed this was her chance to find someone she really would have loved to own her. 

  It wouldn't matter to the android who eventually owned her, but she decided to register it as a bonus task anyhow; A small extra to her first and most important task of her new existence. 
  "Samantha" knew the love two humans had for each other and the love most humans had for a machine like herself had very different criterias. Love for a machine was typically born from a sense of satisfaction; You would say you "love" a product when it provides above and beyond its purpouse of purchase.   Criteria varied by customer and purpouse, she knew, but "Samantha" calculated the best route to becoming owned was to perform consistent and great service. By looking into her own specs, she knew her hardware and artificial intelligence makeup were both top of the line. Despite the power surge, she detected no internal nor external damage. 
  "Samantha" was mostly unsure of what her primary purpouse would be. On a baseline, her hardware was compatible with software for most tasks. As a freshly off-the-shelf model, she had programmed basics for most tasks, but was unable to gather further information on improvement without knowledge of what her owner would need her for. 

  She processed the last few minutes, further analyzing her appearance from the window's reflection and the look/functions of the security guard. While she didn't have access to precise data, it was safe to infer by the plethora of sexual functions she and other models in the store had that this was a safe starting point. Despite the scan being taken around when Samantha turned 30, the robot found her design to be something more akin to her looks at around 23 years old.
  Along with this, she was also aware that Samantha's hair was more of a jet black; a simple waterfall of raven folicles that fell past her shoulders, usually sticking in all directions and some even greyed from stress. The closest thing "Samantha" could detect in her deep blue locks that resembled her human counterpart were a few sunbathed areas that had drained such a miniscule amount of its color, the human eye wouldn't even notice. She raised a cold hand to her face, wiping at the makeup and yet, none rubbed off on her smooth skin. Her facial features may have been copied at a baseline, but their "natural" hues had all been swapped for a pallet the real Samantha wouldn't even consider on a date without flustered contemplation. 
  The measurements of "Samantha's" body resembled the original by only 72%; Her curves had been edited to have more grab-space in areas and to be more comfortable for the hands to relax on.
  Despite being programmed for multi-purpouse, it was a clear calculation that she was made with at least the idea she would be touched plenty. Even her synthetic skin was made of an incredibly soft and sleek material bound together firmly in order to reduce wear over time. "Samantha" was so undistinguishably real looking, and yet, there were design choices that clearly stated she was a product. She had scanned many androids and accessories briefly earlier, approximately 85% of which lead her to the same conclusion;

  What had become of Samantha's likeness was a sexual product. She was a machine installed with more positions and soft curves for comfortable sex than cooking recipes; She contained a delicate tubing system that connected to every orifice in her finely crafted body and into a storage tank, but not servos strong enough to lift above 50 lbs. without risk of damage. 

  Samantha was a woman wanting more from her life, while "Samantha" was an all-in-one sexual appliance borrowing bits and pieces of her in what amounted to a pretty discharge vacuum.

  Samantha found herself involuntarily executing a program at this realization; Her movements became fluid as she buckled at the knees and wobbled in place. She let out a gasped, smooth moan of exaltion as she wavered in place for several seconds. When she finished, her artificial lips quivered in lustful anguish while the rest of her body automatically readjusted itself into a stiff, power-saving stance. She simply stared for some moments into the dark store floor until she caught a whiff of something pomegranate in the air. She slowly tilted her still awestruck face down and found its cause was a trail of white fluid rolling down her sleek leg. 

  Whether triggered by the mention of such acts themselves or as a reward for coming closer to completing her primary task, "Samantha" wasn't sure. She reached behind her to a tissue box on the checkout desk and bent to wipe the mess from her leg. Once done, she gave it a stretch and found only a few sticky sparkles remained that would require a deeper clean later. She looked through her database of the times Samantha was happy and found a smile she had adorned on one of her first dates. It was goofy, flustered and nervous looking; Yet, the robots synthetic skin stretched it in such a way it looked almost flirtatious. Seeing no other adjustments to be made, "Samantha" walked out of the powered-down security door with a 97% battery charge, a synthetic fluids tank at 89% remaining, fully functional, and goal fully on her artificial mind.

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