chronoSprockets

  Mental changes, dysphoria, light references to sex

  [colpse]

  [Emergency Software Update Complete]

  ERROR: SEVERE COMPATALIBILITY ISSUES FOUND, SOFT REBOOT RECOMMENDED

  [Reboot Sequence Initialising]

  20 PERCENT COMPLETE

  50 PERCENT COMPLETE

  80 PERCENT COMPLETE

  98 PERCENT COMPLETE

  [Reboot Sequence Complete]

  [Awaiting #7782 To Acknowledge Reboot]

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  When my eyes first open, the low buzzing light above me burns them. When my limbs come back online, they feel like lead weights on my chassis. When my torso clicks into sensation, a dull ache scratches at my back and shoulders.

  When I am able to move my head and comprehend more than these base sensations, I can feel a dull wave of electromagnetism. It weaves it's way through my body, a gentle but slow tide. I let it pass through me, it's comforting compared to everything else.

  I sit up and try to recall the base facts of my existence.

  I am Kimmy#7782, a service unit for cleaning, cooking and lovemaking to name a few purposes. I am also a very confused and distressed young man.

  The second designation confuses me, I pay it no mind and consider it a glitch.

  I look over my limbs and torso and the rest of the shapes that compose my body. They are all horribly out of specification, I reach for the sensors below that call to me to provide answers and I am hit with the custrophobic feeling of being crushed alive. Suffice to say I will not be doing that again.

  My face feels clunky and misshapen, my head stretched at all the wrong angles. At least my chest is up to specification. My eyes feel partially sunken and give me a poor visual quality of information, it has become obvious to me I am a malfunctioning unit.

  A normally functioning unit would not have an abyssal fleshy pain beneath the surface of her pting. A normally functioning unit would not remember non-sensical designations. A normally functioning unit wouldn't be able to grasp at the edge of memories that call her human and a person.

  I am also naked, with my retention clip seemingly pced up a vestigial orifice. My sensors inform me of numerous other vestigial organs inside me, to open my sensors and feel them would be to agonise though. At least the external view of my mound is up to specification but for a slight bulge outwards.

  I pull the retention clip out of the vestigial orifice and steady myself on two feet. I sweep my substandard eyes over the room and push my hair back.

  On the counter by me is a messy arrangement of tools of various shapes and sizes. A dirty brown apron hangs on a peg, with a can of aerosol below it.

  None of that particurly interests me.

  To the left of it is a bck bag and a Samsung brand tablet & mobile phone, I recognise it instantly as the device my owners would use to remotely control and contact me. It is strange to see it not by them.

  The rge table in the middle of the vast room holds countless fragments of neural sponge and muscle. A cleanly organised section made of what looks to be more freshly cut components and an ugly mound of very poor condition components. Whoever had them in her, it was probably a good thing they were scraped out of her.

  There's also a pair of yellow eyes. They look much higher quality than mine and more up to specification but I need to figure out more important things than why my eyes aren't up to specification.

  Why am I in this room alone and naked?Did my owner finish a session of intercourse and abandon me naked to charge since I am malfunctioning?

  It's the main possibility I can think of with my limited information to go off.

  A pile on the floor by me is composed of a pair of jeans and shirt, topped off with a dirty pair of boxers. I file it as unimportant but I will have to put it through the undry ter regardless. Maybe my owner left them here in a hurry?

  How do I get out of this room and fulfill the task list I can sense slowly building?I spot a fresh uniform hanging by the door. I don it without a second thought and quickly locate the key to this room, I reach out to ping the house and receive the information this is its garage. I open the door and sm it shut. I have no desire to remain there any longer than necessary.

  I feel out through the local network and ping the corners of the house. I can sense the whole building from where I am despite the light pounding coming from inside my head.

  The living room lies in front of me, empty. The kitchen is also empty and very cluttered. There are two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs, along with a tucked away closet. My owners' home is a humble abode and one that needs some dedicated care and attention. My task list silently updates to record all this. The bedroom above the garage I notice has not been slept in or tidied for days, a quiet part of me was already aware of this information.

  There are two streams of data that are feeding my consciousness this second. One of them is where my task list lives and the other feels tied closely to the agony attached to the vestigial organs in me. The first one feels less overwhelming so I filter out as much raw input from the second as I can.

  I spin around and examine the shut door to the garage behind me, multiple heavy indentations and marks lie in it. Was my owner trying to get to me? Did they require me to provide help? None of the cameras indicate an owner being home so it's probably fine now though.

  A likely scenario would be that there was a fight between both of my owners as one of them finished an intercourse session and the other tried to get through the door.

  I should still stay home until they get back so I can properly do my task list under their supervision and receive any necessary orders.

  There is only one problem. One gring problem to do with everything my neural sponge is throwing at me.

  I don't have any cleaning equipment on hand.

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