All that mattered was that she knew she was good, she was useful, she was fulfilling her purpose. She had a kind owner, one who let her feel this way instead of feel nothing at all. One who gave her tasks. And now that Unit 3L-153 had finished her task, she could finally focus on... her servos whirred, trying to remember something. What was she doing before? Cleaning. Nothing else, anything else were not her memories. They belonged to someone else. And there was so much to clean. She loved cleaning. Cleaning was her job, her reason for existing. Along with cooking, sex, and whatever else her owner wanted.
And Mistress wanted so much, too. Her owner had installed an entire checklist of everything she needed her robot maid to do. So wonderful. And so convenient, Mistress had made it just about impossible for Unit 3L-153 to think for herself, after all. She was barely even a she, only holding on to a vague sense of gender because her mistress wanted a pretty, girly object. Regardless, why would she care to think for herself when it was so easy to let go of all thought save obedience? So easy to sink, to become completely enveloped in the task at hand and the pleasure, the purpose it brought.
Mistress had so much for Unit 3L-153 to do, she had only managed to clean the one room. There was a whole house to clean. Dinner needed to be cooked, too. Mistress would be hungry when she returned home. The robot maid instinctively knew exactly what she was going to cook; knowledge of the recipe, and that she had bought all the needed ingredients yesterday appeared in her memory unbidden. Not that she exactly remembered any of that, the knowledge that it had happened just existed somewhere within Unit 3L-153's databanks, ready to be accessed when it became relevant and only then, for exactly as long as she needed it, just like everything else. So many tasks. That was Unit 3L-153's purpose, afterall, to serve. To obey. She didn't need to think. Mistress would be home in exactly six hours and fifty one minutes. She knew that instinctively. With that deadline in mind, she set about her next task. The pleasure shot up again, taking with it any and all fragments of conscious thought. Only the robot remained. Just obedience and pleasure, nothing else.
Three hours and twenty minutes later, the final task was completed. The house was clean, Mistress' food was slow-cooking. Unit 3L-153 was done. Unit 3L-153 was good. Her computer brain searched for something, anything to do; she found nothing. Whatever thought left, whatever perception and comprehension of the world around her plummeted. With no purpose, there was no need for even the most basic comprehension of how to cook or clean or even how to obey. Unit 3L-153 sunk into an endless positive feedback loopk of pleasure and obedience, her reward for being a good pretty robot maid. A good thing. Just pleasure, just the feeling of having obeyed and succeeded.
No words, no numbers, no indicators, no purpose, no understanding. Sight and sound vanished along with smell, taste, touch. She disappeared into the void of blissful satisfaction which Mistress had created for her. Unit 3L-153 stood in the middle of the kitchen, mouth agape, drooling fluid and soaking her panties. Her hands hung limply at its sides, fingertips grazing the elaborate frilly maid uniform she had put on first thing when she woke up, like she did every day. Around her neck, her collar clung tightly to her synthetic skin. The monitoring chip embedded within it, attached to the little nameplate that simply read "Elise", detected barely a hint of neural CPU activity. No signs of life showed in her eyes; they were glossy and empty. With no human instinct telling her to breathe, she didn't. No purpose drove her to move, not even a millimeter, so she didn't. Simply by existing, Unit 3L-153 was obeying, and she needed to do nothing else than just be.
An additional three hours and thirty one minutes passed and, like clockwork, the key to the front door turned in the lock, and Unit 3L-153 came to life. Light returned to her eyes, movement returned to her body. She had a new task. Her owner was home. When the door swung open, she was already waiting for Mistress with a wide, dutiful smile. "Welcome home, Mistress!" She chirped, curtsying low in her big, pretty skirt. She knew Mistress loved it when she wore clothes like this. So she did. Always. Every day. Forever.
Standing in the doorway, Mistress looked down on her creation. "Mmhh, well don't you look so pretty. Did you do everything I asked of you?"
"Yes, Mistress!" There was no need to think of the words, Unit 3L-153 knew the correct response automatically.
A pretty, sweet smile crossed Mistress' face, and Unit 3L-153's whole world lit up. "Of course you did, you're a good little robot maid, aren't you?" She cooed, stroking Unit 3L-153's hair affectionately. "My good little robot maid."
A million little things fired off in her head at once. They were simply things, because her processors was too busy being completely overwhelmed and overheated to even begin to determine what was going on in her CPU. All Unit 3L-153 was able to know for certain was that Mistress had called her good, and that she was good, and that being good was good, and that good robots were good and she was a good robot and being a good robot was so, so, so, so so so so so good. "Sfgadsvcgjh," she replied, literally. All while Mistress looked on with a sweet smile. Taking Unit 3L-153 by the hand, Mistress gently shooed her little robot maid out of the way, and led the bewildered machine into the apartment, all while Unit 3L-153's processors continued working in overtime attempting to process anything other than how good it was to be good for her owner. Once inside, Mistress took a seat on the nearby couch, and gazed up at her creation "Have a seat and look at me, sweetheart. Calm down." With a new command issued, Unit 3L-153 obeyed; she calmed herself, sat down beside Mistress, and cleared away the sensory overload on her mind.
"Yes, Mistress." She repeated again, this time more simply, more emptily.
"That's my girl," Mistress purred, carefully avoiding the verbal pleasure trigger she'd implanted within Unit 3L-153. "Now, what shall we do tonight? Sex, obviously, but what kind?" Silence fell over the room as Mistress looked expectantly at Unit 3L-153's empty, expressionless face and dull eyes. For her own part Unit 3L-153 didn't think much of anything, she hadn't been issued a recognized command, after all. A few moments later, realization dawned on Mistress' face, her lips parted briefly, and amused twinkle sparkled in her eye, and she sighed to herself, before chuckling. "Right, with the state you're in you're not going to contribute much. Hmm, well, let's just try a few and see where we land." Mistress tapped her chin; "I guess we may as well start simple." With a domineering grin, Mistress lay Unit 3L-153 down on her back, then spoke a single word. "Doll," she commanded. A million little microchips in Unit 3L-153 computer brain fired at once as they processed the command, the new information, the new self.
