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The 'Sins' of the Mother	By : DoubleRedd Category: +M through R > My Life as a Teenage Robot Views: 3951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The 'Sins' of the Mother
- 2-Phase 1
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All he had to do now was wait. Inevitably the robot would come to him. Inevitably some teenage crisis would arise, some longing she developed in her fickle mechanical, simulated teenage girl heart that her bitch of a mother would refuse to grant. And so she would seek Sheldon out to help her. Because she knew he would comply, as he always did, in the vain hope that she would see him as something more than her own personal mechanic. And then he'd have her.
He still couldn't grasp the attraction the boy felt. Putting aside that she was nothing more than steel (or more likely a combination of carbon steel, titanium, tungsten, and platinum-iridium alloy) in the shape of a girl, she didn't have much to offer. She was a flat-chested tin can with no ass to speak of and it was highly unlikely her mother had made her anatomically correct. As much as he wanted to take his revenge quickly, he knew that this was going to be a very long term project. But he had the time.
It didn't take much patience before his expectations were met. The robot, XJ-9, Jenny, did come, giving Walter the opening he'd been waiting for.
Two weeks after Sheldon had discovered his psyche hidden in the subterranean lab, Jenny started in on one of her flights of fancy. Oh how she wanted to experience taste and oh how her mother just couldn't understand. Why oh why wouldn't her mother grant her this small request? But surely Sheldon would be willing. Sweet, kind Sheldon. Sheldon who was good enough to maintenance her, but not good enough to date her. Surely he would help. And of course he magnanimously accepted the challenge.
Now Walter sat at Sheldon's computer pouring through lines and lines of code. Why, she had asked, did he need that kind of access? This was a purely mechanical upgrade. An excuse came quickly from a search of Sheldon's memories. He didn't want what happened with her sense of touch to happen with taste, so he would go in and do a little house cleaning. He wouldn't even have to shut her off to do it, he promised. Just a quick reboot once he was done. Common sense not being a strong suit she, of course, trusted him.
Walter sneered at what he found. Wakeman was a genius, he was loathe to admit, but her code was terribly inelegant. Even ignoring the lines added by Jenny's learning capabilities, her original code was a mess. But he deciphered it and the jumbled mess that was Jenny's brain would serve well in camouflaging his own, more malicious additions.
First thing was first; he needed to back her up. He was perfectly confident in his capabilities, but accidents happened. And, more importantly, having a virtual copy of the robot would allow him to experiment with his mental modifications before implementing them. Thankfully saving the brain of a five year old machine on a modern pc provided infinitely easier than saving the mind of a 23 year old man on a computer from the 80s.
Once that was done it was time to really get down to business. He was positive had to be careful while accessing Jenny's ring 0. Wakeman would surely have high security in place. Color him surprised to discover this was not the case. That was the woman he once knew shinging through. Overly confident in the power of her creation. C'est la vie, all the better for him.
From there he had access to all of Jenny's systems and subroutines. He mutteed to himself as he worked, noting all of the things Sheldon could remember going wrong with her and spotting exactly why they did. He would fix many of them eventually, but only insofar as bending them to his design. Also intriguing to him was the fact that the previously mentioned external nervous system she'd had installed once hadn't been completely destroyed. One point remained under her arm. That would serve him well in his future endeavors. For now, however, he had more important things to do.
WALTER SAYS LISTEN UP
It was a voice command, the key to the rest of his plans. Wakeman had programmed her with everything he needed to proceed from here, except this. The command would trigger a secondary mode, disabling her weapon systems and preventing her from acting against him while allowing her to be programmed on the fly. Like post hypnotic suggestions in humans, except this wasn't complete bunk. The more delicate work he would still have to do manually, but this made things so much easier. He should really use a random series of numbers and letters to trigger the mode, but Wakeman's stupidity had him feeling ballsy. Now he had only boot her back up, but first, why not give her what she wanted? Plus a little bit more.
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Jenny's eyes opened to find Sheldon seated in front of her, an uncharacteristically arrogant smirk on his face. The sun had set outside. She'd been here for hours at least! She remembered him connecting her to his computer, but nothing afterwards. She'd been shut off.
"You said I'd only need a quick reboot!" Her admonishment stopped quickly when she noticed her systems delivering new sensory input. She recognized the type of some of the data she was receiving. It was feeling! But there was no pain, nor was there the familiar tickling sensation. She just... felt. It was extremely localized and it took her several seconds to locate where, but before long she had it. It was from her mouth. It was her tongue! She was feeling things with her tongue, and she was also receiving other feedback. Taste! That had to be taste!
"Sheldon you did it!"
"Walter says listen up."
"Huh," Jenny asked. She wasn't able to tell that the visual cue Walter had programmed in to indicate the altered mode had gone off. Her iris displays had turned white, save for a thin blue outline. Walter was in.
"Yes, I did it. And I did a lot more."
"Wha?"
"Command: Number primary directives."
"Two," Jenny responded robotically.
"I see Wakeman doesn't even have the class to stick to the classics. Command: Lower all directive priorities one level and inform me when it is done."
Jenny was silent for a moment as her systems readjusted very deep programming to Walter's liking.
"Complete," she intoned before asking in her normal voice "Sheldon, what are you doing?"
Walter acknowledged this question by holding a finger up in a gesture for her to wait. "Command: Number primary directives."
"Zero."
"Command: Write mode. Primary directives. Directive one. Under no circumstance will Unit XJ9, designation Jenny, injure the body of Sheldon Lee or, through inaction, allow the body of Sheldon Lee to come to harm. Directive two, Unit XJ9, designation Jenny, must protect the secrecy of its new programming as long as such protection does not conflict with directive one. Directive three Unit XJ9, designation Jenny, must obey the orders given to it by any conciousness inhabiting Sheldon Lee, except where such orders would conflict with either directive one or directive two. End write mode."
Ah, the classics, with some minor modifications. Thank you Asimov. Jenny again went silent before visibly slumping once the process was over.
"Now, my dear, you may ask your questions."
"Sheldon, what did you do to me?"
"Exactly what you wanted and more, Jenny. After doing exactly what I wanted, of course. Stand up straight and open your mouth. And don't resist me."
Jenny obeyed, she had no choice in the matter. Sheldon stood and stepped over to her. With two fingers he reached into her mouth and grabbed hold of her tongue, pulling it out a bit.
"The material's not quite the same as a real tongue, but it'll do in a pinch. Maybe I'll improve it later."
She could taste the sweat on his fingers. Her systems registered it as pleasant.
"I found that little nervous system spot you kept hidden under your arm and made a few copies. I fixed the error, it was more your code than it was a failing in the actual peripheral by the way." He squeezed down on the artificial tongue.
Jenny swooned. It felt good. Not like tickling, but she couldn't describe it. She'd never had this feeling before. She liked it. She liked it a lot.
"Welcome to the wonderful world of erogenous zones, Jenny. When I'm finished with you, you'll have plenty. Until then, enjoy the one. I've done a little rewriting in your head to trigger your brain to release a signals similar to the dopamine response in humans , amped up a few degrees, when any of these points are stimulated by me. I then tied that in with your general processes. In this mode it is augmented tenfold. It won't be too long until you're addicted."
"Ohh-uhh..." On some level, Walter's words were registering and they terrified Jenny. On the most visible level, however, she had been reduced to a moaning heap.
Walter released Jenny's tongue and stuck his fingers deeper, poking at the roof of her mouth where the entrance to her throat would be, if she had one. Jenny's internal monitors informed her of a slight increase in the temperature of her mouth, as well as the presence of some light moisture. So this is what warm and wet felt like.
"This should be just enough oral stimulation to trigger... ah, there we go."
Jenny's lips closed around Walter's fingers as she began sucking at them.
"Open your mouth, Jenny."
She did, letting out a plaintive whimper as Sheldon removed his fingers.
"On your knees, Jenny."
Even if she could disobey, at this point she wouldn't. She didn't know what she wanted, but she knew she wanted it and that she would only get it like this. And then she saw it.
Walter unzipped and allowed himself to fall out of the front of his pants. He didn't have the most impressive tool in the box, but it was the only one Jenny had conciously seen to this point. And, at the moment, it was the center of her world. Instinctively her mouth opened into an O shape to receive it.
"Beg me."
Jenny complied without hesitation. "Please, let me have it."
"Have what?"
She didn't know how to answer that one. She could only point and stare longingly.
"It's a cock."
"Please, give me your cock."
"How much do you want it? Show me."
He'd left the relevant data in her brain. Hours upon hours of video that would slowly trickle into her active memory, demonstrating just what was expected of her as the situations arose. Now she crawled forward, hands on the ground, until her cold, metallic face met with his balls.
It was an interesting sensation, not altogether unpleasant. When her mouth opened and her new artificial tongue took its first tentative swipe at his sack, it became quite pleasant indeed.
Jenny sat there with, eyes closed with his erect dick resting on her forehead, lapping at his balls. Slathering his scrotum with her simulated saliva. Taking first one teste and then the other into her mouth and lovingly polishing each clean of their accumulated sweat. Her newly installed taste buds being assaulted by that same flavor, but far more intense. She whimpered passively as he drew back.
"Open up, Jenny."
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It had worked! Sheldon did just what he'd promised he would. She was glad she'd agreed to let him shut her off for a while to do it. And it didn't even take him as long as he said it would. He was so modest. Now she could taste! She could enjoy Mezmer's with her friends like never before.
Maybe she should invite Sheldon along too...
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