I had to carry Sy back to the lab. She's heavier than she looks but she's not that heavy so the effort was manageable. I felt kinda bad. She may be my toy and my sexual plaything, she's still sentient. I wonder how she felt as I punished her.
For most men, this would be a question without answer because who the hell knows how to really interpret what a woman thinks. In my case however, all would be crystal clear because Sy's OS produced regular logs.
The system is quite elegant too: her posi-matrix constantly gauges her situation and the more complex, dangerous or stimulating Sy's surroundings get, the more logs get produced. This means that while Sy rests in bed, emulating sleep at my side, very little logging is done but in a case like what just happened or in a combat situation, I can expect a lot of useful data.
Sy was now resting on her back over the lab bed. I didn't bother covering her up, she's not bothered by cool air or casual nakedness.
Forgetting all about Satie for a little while, I looked at by beautiful golden angel and I did feel bad. I should not have punished her for my own frustration.
Rebooting her core system was easy. Restoring all her functions would take a few minutes though. It's as if she was waking up. Disoriented at first while her sensor array recalibrated, Sy's posi-matrix slowly reintegrated everything back into her consciousness.
And then she started to cry.
I must admit, I didn't see that one coming. Part of me felt crushed by guilt but the scientist in me quickly took over: this was a genuine opportunity to explore Sy's mental process under a whole new light.
"What's wrong, my love?" I asked her, concerned.
Her voice came out broken. "I'm so sorry I angered you!"
This implied so much. Her emotional programming was either completely dysfunctional or, it had taken leaps ahead without me noticing. The look in her eyes as she pitifully awaited my reply told me it was the latter. It is true that what mostly interested me with Sy was her sexual aspects. Maybe for once in my life I could try being a decent human being toward her.
I slowly lowered my head and gave her a long, warm, loving kiss that carried absolutely no sexual intent. I felt a very strange chill of uneasy emotion, realizing that my emotional love for her was perhaps a lot deeper than I was willing to admit. I helped her into a sitting position and hugged her as she went on crying for a few long, uncomfortable seconds.
"I'm sorry I took it out on you Sy. I should not have treated you like this." The words felt cheap and hollow at first but as I was saying them, they started carrying sense and purpose. Sy hugged me a bit tighter.
"Let's get you back into shape and after that, what do you say we spend a little evening together, lovers and all that?"
Sy gave me the sweetest, most angelic smile as she gently nodded. Hard to believe that, at my mere command, this helpless "woman" could become capable of eradicating the population of a whole space station without an afterthought.
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A few hours went by as I completed a clean restoration of Sy's systems. My beautiful android swiftly cleared all the tests imposed to prove that she was fully functional except one that I kept for last. A more interesting test that was better conducted in a quieter, more casual setting.
To test Sy's deeper and more complex cognitive functions, I liked us to sit around a bottle of wine and discuss various ethical and philosophical issues. For a reason I could not explain, seeing her struggle to explain issues of ethics and morality turned me on in a very special way.
So there we were, sitting on our bed, drinking and having a chat. The mood I set was particularly nice. I programmed the holo screen to give me a view that simulated a high-rise bedroom, overlooking a bustling metropolis at night. The "window" was "opened" as faint background noise came in, pushed by the artificial wind created by the ventilation system. The whole illusion felt amazingly real down to the scent component; it was quite easy to forget that we were in fact living deep in the entrails of a space facility nested in a stable asteroid in the middle of absolutely nothing.
I sat, my back cozily pressed against a huge cushion, wearing a plush bathrobe that I did not bother tying up, giving Sy a perpetual view of my frontal nudity, erect penis and all. This did not bother her in the slightest as she slowly, casually fondled and masturbated my pleasure centers while her soft words struggled to elaborate on the answers to my complex questions.
Sy was wearing a sort of evening gown/bathrobe hybrid made of the softest, most delicate golden velvet, which gave me a very hard time concentrating. A lot of the clothes I provided Sy and now Satie were made from similar fabrics. I have always felt a curiously powerful sexual arousal from soft clothes, velvet being chief among them.
For now, Sy's divine gown was closed and tied at the front but as I observed her every movement, I could guess the shape of her magnificent breast and powerful legs as their motion made the fabric follow her lovely curves.
Sy had been doing very well so far. Every once in a while, when a question somewhat eluded her, she would simply smile, lean over me and give me a few long, deep kisses, hoping I would forget the question entirely. This proved that although her ethical notion processing still needed some evolving, her social behavior routines were working just fine.
