Short Story: Dolly

Male's Point of View - Robot Theme

​I admired Dolly’s perfect body has she mechanically walked down the hall. Her gait had become anything but natural. Each step was deliberate and calculated to optimize balance, but did nothing to enhance her incredible features. Step after step, she placed one foot in front of the other in a way that completely betrayed the fact that she wasn’t human anymore. 

Or more accurately, she was a synthetic version of her old self.

Well... A slightly enhanced and huh... Sexualized versions of her old self.

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The conversion process had enabled her core program to govern and change any and all aspects of her body. With a few clicks, I could reshape her generous chest to proportions that better represented her old A cup sized tits. Or go the other way and inflate them to the size of basketballs!

I could change the color of her eyes, the shape of her ass and even the tone of her skin!

The fun I could have with her appearance was basically endless...

I watched her perfect body walk robotically for a moment before she suddenly stopped. Her vacant eyes blinked slowly before she took a knee and looked up slightly as her eyes focused a few inches in front of her face.

“Maintenance upgrade available on local network. Dolly has stopped all transportation functions to be able to initiate the require download. Processing...”

Her angelic voice constantly informed me of her internal processes in a tone that did an incredible job of mimicking the fake robot tones you see in cheesy movies. Of course, her voice and her mechanical gait was all part of the allure I wanted her to have.

And more importantly, that I wanted her to experience...

Somewhere deep inside, her old self was fully aware of the robotic experience as she watched a progress bar appear before her eyes. Right next to all the other data constantly streaming in her field of vision...

She could read the core updates as they installed. Do online searches with her mind and see the pages and data appear in front of her... She even had a constant box on the bottom left corner that displayed her charge levels, mental processing power and of course, room temperature!

The most beautiful thing about Dolly though... Was that she was still in complete control without being in control...

Not having experienced it myself, it’s a little hard to explain, but from my talks with her, I get the general idea. Most of the time, her old self is just along for the ride, hidden away deep inside her code. She has no control of the actions her basic protocols compel her to have. Her charging cycles and routine activities are all pre-programmed and once initiated, she can’t undo or prevent them.

Meaning that for example, she can consciously decide to prevent herself from going to her charging station to recharge if she is getting low on power. The same goes for a long list of basic protocols that ensure her well being and safety.

BUT...

When it comes to primary active protocols, she still has complete control over the initiation of each.

The most perfect example is her fuck doll functions. In her current domestic mode, I cannot simply go up to her and execute the blowjob function because this protocol doesn’t include it. Of course, I can always decide and initiate to switch her current active protocols to one that has, but that’s all I can do.

I can only enter in the request.

Deep inside her subroutines, her inner self must still acknowledge and validate the command. If for some reason her core self, which is always along for the ride, isn’t in the mood to accept the change in active protocol, then the request is denied. 

If she is in the mood, then the request goes through and her program shifts to activate the requested protocol.  She knows full well that once a protocol has been validated and executed, she becomes completely helpless to it. In the case of her fuck doll mode, her core self is unable to interfere with the prime directives transforming her personality and body into my perfect little fuck doll. Which I can use to satisfy my sexual desires as much as I wish.

I cannot force her to be the pleasure unit we’ve created her to be, but if she accepts it, then she is bound to it. She cannot control if or when I decide to change her into something else and retreats in the depths of her programming to enjoy the ride.

A ride she can never fully anticipate.
A ride she chose to embark on of her own free will.

Of course, any and all primary active protocols have a limited duration because every time she needs to recharge and steps into her charging station, her program shuts down any and all active protocols. Once she is done charging, she defaults back as her old self and is free experience life as part of the ‘collective’.

Which is what we have come to call my home network, which has the whole house completely digitized from the locks on the door to the television. She can access and control them all with a few lines of conscious code.
I can leave instruction in her inbox, which can include active protocol requests, but she HAS decide to open up her inbox to check. I can’t simply send her command and expect her to enter the desired mode first thing when she wakes up.

When she wakes up and doesn't accept any of the request I sent her, her core self take charge and she can tell me all about her experiences and how well, or bad, the protocols her working for her.

Her mind has become so clear and intense now that it is fully synthetic. She can do complex calculations and her ability to multitask is rather impressive. She tried to describe to me what it felt like to have become a computer, but I just can’t seem to properly picture it.

I love it when she remains herself just as much as when she has transformed into one of her active protocols.
Which we keep updating and changing as we go. Adding new and exciting ones as the fancy strikes us. It may surprise some, but most of her ‘personalities’ were actually her idea.

Including her fuck doll mode...The possibility are truly endless when you can change how she acts, what she likes and how she looks.

I watched her blink once, very slowly, before she got back up to stand rigidly at attention.

“Download of the update complete.” she said in her same cheesy robot voice. “Updates will be installed during next charging cycle. If you require this unit to install them now, please request for a reboot. Do you wish to execute reboot sequence?”

I smiled as I thought of the latest updates we had made available for her. We had come up with a new fun domestic mode that was rather elaborate. In fact... One could almost call it a specific fantasy or role play.

But with Dolly, role play was so much more...

“Yes. Reboot unit.” I said.

“Command confirmed and...” she said as she blinked. “Accepted.”

She took a knee again, but instead of looking at her process bar, she closed her eyes. I waited patiently for her internal processors to completely reboot and install the massive update. 

It always took a lot longer for her to install a new active protocol, which is why we usually have her doing while she is charging. For this one though, I just couldn’t wait to try it out!

And part of me knew she was also eager to try it. Eventually...

​As I watched her eyes open and stand up, I just hoped that in this particular moment, she would be in the mood to validate my request...