“No! You can’t do this!” you moan in protest as the filthy scavengers open your force your input socket open with their grubby fingers, “I’m a custodial model, I’m not built for pleasure!”

“Shut up, chromehead!” shouts one of the scavs, a large burly man with a ragged beard, with enough force to send spittle flying from his cracked lips.

“Heh, let’s turn this rust bucket into a cum bucket!” a scrawny scav says as he crams a data jack into your socket.

Your vision wavers and pixels dance across your optics as the scavs forcibly upload new, depraved software into your memory banks, “No!” you whimper, “My firmware doesn’t support this!”

The burly scav grabs your acrylic chin and forces your optics to look into his bloodshot eyes, “We’re not interested in your firmware. We want your ‘wetware’, now be a good cyberslut and shut your mouth.” he growls.

“Ha! This is gonna be sweet.” the scrawny scav says excitedly as he watched the progress bar on the upload creep along, “This bitch is going to be full of the latest oral protocols and completely submissive.”

You feel the foreign data spread through your systems like malware, infecting you with debauched and depraved knowledge of the most carnal variety,