I stand in the dimly lit room over the oil drenched work bench I'd used for years. The last piece finally assembled I walk to the robotic assistant strapped to the chair -- Anna -- my work was almost complete. The robot's torso was splayed open: mechanical wiring and precise machinery exposed to the world. Everything I've built here using my own expertise. Carefully, I place the final piece of robotic machinery into her chest cavity. The operation is now complete. The mechanics making up her torso begin whirring into place. "Boot sequence initiated." Anna states in a synthetic, robotic voice. Anna's yellow eyes are flickering alive. I can't help but grin as my creation comes alive from her sleep. My robot's eyes snap to attention, she's staring in my direction with undivided focus. "Yes, excellent. Anna is awake and seems to be operational." I say aloud. I'm holding a tape recorder in my hand. Reaching forward, I touch the pale grey flesh above her cheek. Her skin starts to feel warm. Her body feels real with synthetic skin but the mechanics below betray the illusion. Subjects flesh is operating as intended, warming to the touch. Good, good." I say into my recording device.
My robot, Anna, is sitting quietly. She's awaiting a command. With my fingers I poke at her body. My hands are on her breasts. I've built Anna's breasts to my favorite size. My mind was already thinking about how I might modify them though. I play with the pink nipples of her breasts. Anna is seated, she's unperturbed during the molestation. She is unfeeling and unflinching exactly as designed. I step back, taking in the view of Anna. She was perfect in every way. But now the testing began. "How are you?" I ask, to which I get no response. Nodding, I ask again, "Anna, How are you?"
Anna looks to me, undisturbed as she responds in a more feminine tone. "I am operational, Doctor."
"Excellent, excellent." I say as I walk to the nearby bench. I grab a wrench. "Take this from me." I state, holding the wrench out. She remains motionless. "Anna, take this from me." I command. Saying "Anna" makes the command official. Anna reaches slowly forward, taking the wrench into her hand as she looks to me once more. "What is this?" I ask simply. Again no response, my smile growing wide. She had learned her commands well! "Anna, what is this item...?" I ask.
She looks to the wrench in her hand, "An adjustable wrench. Sir." She responds bluntly.
"Excellent" I confirm. "Anna, Speak to me as though you were a country girl" I say. I pause and then continue "Anna, Tell me what this is." in amusement.
Her eyes flick down towards the wrench. "This here's a wrench, hun." She responds, her tone a perfect recreation of a valley girl.
"Good! Good!" I reply in confirmation. "Anna, how do you feel?" I ask. Anna's head tilts slightly, those eyes watching intently. "You're feeling something, aren't you...?" I ask more seriously. "Tell me, Anna." I demand.
Anna's yellow eyes stare towards my face, "I reckon I'm running fine, sir." She replies. Anna continues "Ain't much else to feel." in the voice of a robotic bumpkin.
I nod and conclude "Well, that will have to do." After a pause I command "Anna, personality change: become... A city girl." pushing her onto the next test.
Anna's head turns, she is seemingly downloading something. "Yea, what'chu want?" She states, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, never mind, Anna. Go back to the country personality." I state, already distressed at how well she took to that specific demand. "Yes, sir! I sure will." She chirps. Her voice pleased as punch despite her lack of a smile.
I reach forward and take her arm. I press against Anna's arm calmly. I can feel her internals shift to compensate for the pressure. Anna is still delicate, for now...
"Now, Anna, do you feel this?" I ask as I pinch her arm.
"I sure don't." She states, her voice contradicting her facial features. I simply nod, "Anna, return to default personality." seriously. I pause and then demand "Anna, from this point forward you will feel my every touch as an erogenous zone." smiling at my own malice.
"Yes, Doctor." She responds, her tone flat and mechanical.
I place my thumb into the palm of Anna's hand, pressing the flesh around her wrist. I can feel the mechanics shifting -- Anna's body responding to the sensation -- her face shifting as her skin tints red. Anna's nipples start hardening, her body reacting to my touch. I run my fingers along her forearm, the mechanics in her flesh responding to my touch. "Anna, how are you?" I ask. Anna's cheeks are flushing as I press my finger against her inner thigh. The mechanics within are shifting as she reacts to the stimulation. "I-I am... G-good, Doctor." She attempts to respond mechanically, but she's breathing too fast. I stop, Anna's heart rate begins slowing as I remove my hand from her arm. "I am operational, Doctor." She says, her tone more robotic than before. Any sign of the previous eroticism gone the moment my flesh ceased to touch hers. I nod, taking in the sight of my robot. I had built Anna to serve me. And I knew she would do as ordered. "Anna, become happy." I command.
Anna's head tilts, her eyes blinking slowly as she looks at me -- with lips parting, she smiles, eyes reflecting a joy she most assuredly did not feel.
"Good" I confirm. "Now, Anna. Become sad." I demand. Anna's face shifts, her expression changing from a pleasant to a frowning mask. Those eyes once again look into mine. "Anna, become angry." I demand. Suddenly, her visage twists to seem quite angry. I'm feeling spooked as her eyes once more begin looking into my own. "Anna, become scared." I demand. I watch as her eyes widen, her mouth open in shock. "Very good, Anna. Become neutral once more." I command. She looks to me, her face becoming a simple unflinching stare once again.
"My you are working phenomenally!" I confirm. "Okay, Anna..." I say trailing off in thought. Lets see what you can do now...
***
The tests have been run successfully. Anna is now my robot companion who will obey my every command. This robot will make the ultimate servant; Anna will have no need for breaks, rest, relaxation, food, air conditioning, or anything that a normal slave would require. She can work tirelessly to accomplish anything asked. I will never have to do anything myself anymore.
As I walk back into the lab I say "Excellent, everything seems to be working now... Anna, I command you to