John Ironskin, now inhabiting the body of the sex droid finds himself trembling, unsure if it was due to nerves or some kind of mechanical error. He has spent the last few hours, sifting the multiple files on his new body, looking for any clues on the current situation he finds himself in.
He sighs, taking note of the various errors he remembered seeing from yesterday's bootup. *'That's an issue I'll have to take in account for later'* he thought to himself.
He was looking at a folder containing various recordings of the droid's past, stretching until 1 year back. Based on the earliest recording that he looked at, it's most likely that the droid's recording retention policy only stretched until that far. He opens several videos at once, fast forwarding through the raunchy acts that he... rather the former body, has committed, looking at the background images of news, or conversations that might lead on any ideas on the current setting he find himself in.
Annoyingly, the recordings from the last few days were unviewable, having been corrupted.
John warns himself, *'Though the world I know uses the same date format, and the same technological terminologies, there is no reason for me assume that the world will have the same history, nor the same culture as the Earth I inhabit. As far I know, Jesus might never exist in this world, and the dominant culture might be French'*
Based on info that he skimmed through from the videos, he can surmise the following:
1) He was a sex droid under the employment of the club Rusting Rut.
2) He was inside the city of Ghrest, deep in the Republic of Horous.
3) Droids are a natural part of the world, specialized to different niches
4) It is very rare for a droid to have fully human features; most are fitted with parts specifically for their niches
5) The model of droid for his body is an insanely high-end model, being an exact replication of a human being
On point 4, he recalls the bartender bot for his club, being a human torso and a head, nothing similar to a human on all. His upper body hoisted on wheels as his specific niche was to talk, and to simulate the process a human will perform to create drinks. As such, there was no need for the droid to have legs.
For him, his specific purpose was to mimic human - to be able to be indistinguishable to a human as a part of his sex appeal. Thus, not only was he able to generate vaginal discharge, but also milk, though not nutritious. He recalls the looks of his previous clients being that of politicians, celebrities - all highly influential and wealthy people.
Though, he had to put up with all sorts of degradation, he feels a pang of sympathy at the other sex droids at his employment, being put in a much worse state than he was. At the very least, his realism made people treat him as somewhat of a person, one that is thought of to be unconscious, rather than an object.
He attempts to open some kind of console to perform scans that can hopefully repair of his internal software issues but that was to no avail...
sfc /scannow
> [Admin] password for
> Sorry, try again
apt get updates
> Command apt requires Admin credentials
> [Admin] password for
> Sorry, try again
Then, suddenly, a popup appears at the top of his vision.
System Update in Progress.... Please Wait
System Update Completed... New Functions Available
New Mission Added: Repair Yourself
Then, a list of items appears at the top left corner of his screen.
Mission: Repair Yourself:
> Obtain Admin Credentials
> Perform scans to repair damaged software modules
> Replace damaged RAM
> Investigate broken thermal system
Looks like the system within the droid is trying to tell him something by leading him towards this goal. Was it out of self-preservation?
He was aware that future technology 100 years in the future is vastly different from his last era but for self-consciousness to exist in this manner is astounding. For the system to only be aware of the state that they are in but create plans and steps to remediate is incredible.
New Mission Added: Ain't that a Kick in the Head
Mission: Ain't that a Kick in the Head
> Investigate what leads to yourself being dumped (literally)
Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.
> Visit the Rusting Rut
He glares at the new mission, the lists of items on his top left growing steady. Looks like the system has a sense of humor...
Great...
He slowly gets up, the joints of his body clanking and cranking. The clicking sound and the throbbing pain from the back of his head still hasn't subsided yet as he moves himself, jerking electronically out of the street.
Looks like he got something to do at least. He can't do anything about the state of his body so, might as well turn up at his place of employment and see if he can get his employers to do something about it. Even if it that doesn't work out, it doesn't hurt to gather some clues on what had happen last night that leads to the droid being in the dumps...
And him being in the droid...
He passes by several people on the way to the club, the corner of his eyes watching a parent covering their child's eyes. A few people pinch their noses as he walks past them, while others whistle as they gaze into his form. John didn't take the time to examine his newly reincarnated from so, he surmised that his form must truly be lewd as his clothing must've been damaged in the kerfuffle that ensured within the last few days.
By the time he has arrived at the location, the sun was already tucking itself into the horizon, red light peeking onto his skin as he gazes onto the dim sign of the Rusting Rut.
His body buzzes, clicks, and clanks on their way to the club. He slips by a side entrance, passing the door before thinking of a plan in order to gain access to the security room inside of the premise.
Mission Updated
Mission: Ain't that a Kick in the Head
> Investigate what leads to yourself being dumped (literally)
> Visit the Rusting Rut
> Find a way to infiltrate the Rusting Rut
Interface added: Map
Shows a 2D render of the top down view of a premise based on visual and memory input
With that, John sees a 2D render of the rusting rut by the top right of his vision. He sees a map marker for the location of the security room. He doesn't have a plan yet on how to obtain the credentials for the security room.
Internet Connected
Ah... Being an employee of the building, it makes sense for John to have access to the wifi connection of the building. Alright. Fingers crossed. Let's hope the system is done online through an intranet.
Bingo! As soon as he enters the browser, he is directed to an enterprise portal for the Rusting Rut. Looks like, it doesn't block specific apps to certain roles as well, seeing the employee management application visible by him, a high rank sex droid but still a droid regardless.
He looks at the list of applications that are visible on the enterprise portal thinking, 'This must really be the future. Even a nightclub is using an enterprise portal for their business'.
There are some apps on the list that he remembers from previous videos. The POS app which is for him to be able to charge customers on the go, especially since different types of services by him are charged separately. The VIP customers app for managing certain VIP customers, one that he is quite intimate with.
There is one that he needs the access to - The security portal apps. He enter the apps and see a login screen. Well, he knows what needs to be done now.
Time for a social engineering attack.