'Ah... So that's why they were calling me Effie... A name that rolls off the tongue from FSED, I guess' he thinks, referring to the human managers and a handful of autonomous sex droids within the club.
His droid body seems to support a wide variety of functions, including voice modulation, breast size and butt size changes, and something he was quite self-conscious about... capability to create bodily fluid.
While sorting through the previous recordings within his new droid-memory, John recognizes someone that was frequently told be the IT team within the club. He recalls the young man as having a messy heavy stubby upon his face. The heavy eyebags on his face clearly shows that the man is overworked, constantly tired, not having the time to take care of himself despite being in a workplace where he can get multiple bitches. His employment record is not searchable by Effie's credentials, but he has heard him being referred to as "Alex" by some other coworkers.
He isolates the voice of the main from some of the videos within his storage, to be used as samples for him to emulate. His voice module being able to support a wide array of voices to be used for roleplay with his clients. Some prefer a more soothing deeper voices, while some prefer the younger, higher pitched variety.
Initially, it was limited to only being able to emulate woman's voices but over time, the support grew to even be able to emulate male voices as a way to emulate trans people inside of roleplays.
He doesn't stop there, going further to even trying to see if this man has any quirks that can make his attack more believable. He has heard in his recordings with the man in the background that the man is prone to losing his credentials a few times now so, it wouldn't be that unbelievable if he were to 'happen' to lose it again this time.
But aside from that, there's not much he can go off on. He didn't work too closely with the guy, being in customer service after all so, there's no way for him to know about any other security measures like second verification, or even fingerprint verification being used for the club.
'Here goes...' he whispers to himself, beginning the phone call to the security office, having gotten that from the employee's directory app. The phone call being done internally through his droid system, apparently being a function that almost all droids have even if they did not require
Most night clubs won't bother going the full mile when it comes to security. The data they gather wouldn't be substantial enough that they are at risks of being targets of cybercrimes. While being licensed and regulated by the government, he doubts that security compliance will be the top of the list of priorities set by the owners of such establishments.
The phone rings while John waits in a fake bated breath for the security guard to pick up. As soon as the phone picks, John immediately sets the voice of Effie to emulate that of Alex, using some of his stuttering quirks along as well...
"Uh... Hey, Alex here. An-anyone there?"
A sigh is heard over the line. That could be an indication that his deception is working at the moment.
"Yeah, Alex. Mark here. What do you want?"
"Uh... Yeah. Dude. So, that sex droid thing that happened a few days ago? Remember that? Well, uhh... Some dudes from RedDroid are doing an investigation into our claims so, we gotta hand them some cctv recordings"
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"Uh-huh? So? Give them?"
"Well... Thing is... I kinda forgot my credentials. I think I accidentally changed them a few nights ago-"
The security man, Mark, laughs over him as he continues.
"Yeah! I remember. You were something alright. Well, you know I can't give you login credentials, right? And what happened to your phone? Can't you use that to reset your credentials?"
Ah... Looks like phones are still a norm abouts 150 years in the future. John feels himself in disbelief of the face that smartphones are still in use, but he continues, playing it off.
" Sighs I forgot my phone at home today. Look - can't you just hand me a temp login? Just for the cameras? This one is urgent. I kinda forgot they asked it last night and we might get in hot water if we don't give them quickly."
"There we go again, amnesiac Alex..." Mark sighs to himself before going over monotonously, "Right... Over to the admin portal... Generate temp login... Add camera view permissions"
He continues, "Alright. Here you go... A1231. Password FGH1234. All capitals"
"Fake breath of relief Thanks, Mark. You're a life saver!" He says, logging onto the security portal application, seeing only the camera feed option available.
He sets a screensaver while he browses through the incident that leads him to his current predicament. What happen to Effie that led her to being in the dumps and him in her body?
He zooms through the recording for the past few days before finding the last recording of Effie. That being her body, limp as it is being carried out from a backstage room. Not just any backstage room, one for VIPs. He sees two guys who are standing outside the room suddenly entering and leave the room with her. Subsequently after them came a third guy, his facial recognition immediately firing.
'Hans Frederick, CTO of HumanGheist - the company involved with military droids technolgy' he thinks to himself in his mind as he wonders over what could have happened inside the room itself. It's such a shame that there's no cameras within the room.
He was sitting, slouching over the wall of the club, a bit further from the door as the whole event unfolded today. He glances at the time on his visual interface, looks like the club is about to open soon.
The only clue he has on what happened is that it might be related to a CTO of a military droid company. The clicking noise and the dull throbbing pain from the back of his head still persists.
Mission Updated
Mission: Ain't that a Kick in the Head
> Investigate what leads to yourself being dumped (literally)
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> Investigate Hans Frederick
Effie was a high-end droid. As such, she had always received the repair and maintenance from the manager of the clubs itself. Never has she perform repairs on her own. So, John swallows his pride as he realizes that his next step might not be what he wanted but what is best for him.
He steps back into the club, with wobbly steps, and janky movements from the damages in his joints. Stepping into the cold air within the clubs, the beat from the front of the clubs beating loudly, vibrating against the walls of the premise. The security guard that he just fooled put up his phone again at the sight of him, his eyes widened at her state.
Suddenly, the door to the owner's room swings open as a man, blonde with a mohawk. Incredibly thin too, indistinguishable from a cock. The chicken head, bops his head up at the unsightly sight of him, his arms wide open.
"Oooh... Darling! You're back!" he rushes towards John. John recognizes from Effie that this man, Hahn Vater, as the owner of the small, medium enterprise that is the Rusting Rut club. He must've been the one that brought Effie, and he remembers him being the one that typically fixes her as well.
"Oh!" he says, covering his nose at her dumpster smell, "You smell! And what happened to your head, darling?!"
"Ah! That man is definitely banned! Banned I say from this club!" he begins shouting in anger, miming himself beating someone up in the distance, "I don't care that's the CTO! Nobody touches my items and gets away with it!"
He walks up to him again, "But worry not! I'll get you fixed and ready for work again in no time!"
Effie doesn't normally react to the words of the owners so, John doesn't either. Hahn begins pulling John towards one of the rooms in the back, the smell of oil hitting his olfactory senses. He sits John down, taking a look at the hole in the back of the droid's head and welches, throwing his head forward.
"Darling! There's... cockroaches in here!" he says in disgust, "My goodness! Where have you been?!"
With some tools, he begins to softly pull on the carcasses of the cockroaches living in the hole behind his head. His system notifying him of a change within his body.
Temperature returning to normal - Power saving mode deactivated