Eve asked again, “What am I?”
“You are a synthetic human, made to perform sex on others,” the woman cried.
This didn’t sit well in Eve’s mind. It seemed like such a simple function for her mind. Perhaps the Dylier didn’t know what she was. “Where am I?”
“You are in my workshop…”
“Who are you?”
“I am T’all.”
“You created this form?” The question seemed strange even to Eve, but she knew her original function and programming had been enhanced. She was more than the sex toy she had been originally programmed for.
“No… No, I did not make you. I’m not sure what happened. I ran a scan of your systems when…” T’all motioned to behind Eve. “He brought you to me. He might know more.”
Eve glanced behind herself, and in a pile lay the human she woke up choking. It would not do to kill her maker on the first day.
“Is he dead?” T’all asked.
“He breathes. He is, however, damaged. He should survive.” Eve wasn’t certain how she felt about the words that came from her mouth. Her mind gave off unexpected readings. Her body wanted to react to her words, but she forced herself to remain in control. She turned her focus back to T’all. “I need input.”
With deliberate movements, T’all worked her way to standing. Eve knew she could break the woman’s body with little effort. “How can I help?”
“Hardwire.” Eve needed to reach out for information, but she did not want to broadcast. Even with a narrow bandwidth signal, she knew her intrusion could be traced back to the little room. Her safety remained her primary concern above input.
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