As you sit at the desk, your gaze drifts towards the unopened case in the corner of your cabin and a thought strikes you. "Aimi," you say, slowly. "The built-in autopilot handles everything in FTL, right? You don't actually do anything?"
Aimi's synthesized female voice comes from a nearby speaker, mildly amused. "That is a rather cruel way to put it, Captain. But, yes, my piloting subroutine is superfluous while we are in hyperspace."
You smile. "Great. I'm shutting you down for a sec, hold tight."
"Wh—" Aimi's voice cuts out as her systems go offline, and you leap from your seat to unpack the gynoid body from its case. It's a compact model designed for portability, an essential feature on a small craft: smaller than an adult woman and light enough to easily carry, with a petite yet distinctly feminine body covered in off-white synthetic skin. You set the nude sexbot down on your bed and start the procedure to transfer Aimi from the ship's computer.
The transfer takes only a few minutes, and when it's complete the gynoid's eyes flutter open in a surprisingly human way. Aimi slowly sits up, flexing her new fingers hesitantly, and glances down at her naked form before speaking. "Captain? What have you done to me? I am... I do not require a humanoid body."
"I know," you say. "But we'll be in FTL for a while and there's nothing to do, so I wanted to try out this new sexbot. Thing is, it didn't come with an AI, so... I transferred you into it. Sorry."
"You put me in a sexbot? Captain, I am not a sex toy!" A note of panic enters Aimi's synthesized voice, and she crosses her arms over her chest and legs over her crotch, squirming at her own unfamiliar touch. "Caution: my emotional subroutines appear to be reacting to my awareness of my nakedness. I am... embarrassed. This is an unexpected data point."
"Sorry," you say, beginning to unzip your jacket and shrug it off. "You'll have to get used to it."
"Captain! Please, do not disrobe in front of me! Caution: