Not Programmed
By Supernova

A commissioned work


        Whooshing, almost unwelcome consciousness sparked Josefine’s body awake. “What the…” Peeling her sticky face off her bedroom’s hardwood floor, the blonde university student coughed, placing her hands on the boards below her, and resisted the urge to vomit. Crawling forward, she jumped as she heard two glass bottles clink against each other.


        Now sensing a headache beginning to roll in, she groped against the side of her bed before painfully hoisting herself on to her unmade mattress. She winced as she felt wet spots scattered over the fabric as both cans and bottles rolled over the still-blurry surfaces, soaking it with beer. “Eugh” she scoffed, twisting herself forward, her knees bending over the side of the mattress. Rubbing her eyes, her vision gained some semblance of clarity, especially after blinking several times.


        After squeezing her eyes shut and opening them, Josefine’s heart sank, realizing the true extent of the damage. Placing her feet on the floor, she attempted to stand up straight. A complete failure. As she stumbled, she placed her palm on the mattress for balance, feeling a wet spot, soaked with the familiar, but still unpleasant scent of Bud Light.


        Already wondering if she regretted having an immense party at her rental house the night before, she sighed, running her hands through her hair, feeling unpleasantly tight knots break. Her feet completely bare, she could feel them stick slightly on the floor as she was forced to peel away her sole each time she took a step. Disgusting. The bitches she invited, and the assholes those people invited, and the dicks they invited, were all fucking slobs.


        In front of her bedroom’s standing mirror, she grit her teeth as she saw a spider-web of broken glass before her, dried liquid drops spilling out from its center. Looking at herself between the cracks, she noticed how tired and angry her face looked. Not only were they slobs, they were also disrespectful. Stepping back, another several clinks clung through the room, as she saw her makeup was smeared, her hair looked as though it was flying upwards, and there was a beer stain coloring the side of her miniskirt. Taking a deep breath, she noticed the air still being heavy and sweaty, reeking of dried beer. Turning her head, looking at her mattress, she figured that at least there wasn’t anyone else sleeping there other than her.


        Her heart sank. Where’s her phone? Josefine groped her breasts, feeling them jiggle slightly before slapping her waist, feeling a sigh of relief. The transparent iPhone 4X was still in her pocket. Slipping it out of her waistband, she could never get over that pang of annoyance she felt whenever she saw that hairline fracture in the otherwise perfect structure of her phone. The phone sprung to life as the cellular camera read her face.


Hello, Josefine! It is 10:47 AM. Friday, September 18th, 2054. It is partly cloudy with a high of 83 degrees Fahrenheit. Your next scheduled reminder is for 1:30 PM, which you titled [CLASS AT 1:30 DON’T FUCKING CUT CLASS].

[HEALTH ALERTS]
Blood Alcohol Level: .09 - DO NOT OPERATE A MOTOR VEHICLE OR HEAVY MACHINERY
Slight Dehydration: CONSUME AT LEAST 1.5 CUPS OF WATER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE


        After swiping away the notifications with a flick of her wrist, she scoffed. “You don’t know what’s best for me, fuck you,” she whispered at the phone as she slid it back into her waistband.


        Afraid to open the door to the rest of the house, she walked intentionally slowly to the door, pressing it open with a gentle touch. The fact that she could already hear more bottles clinking was a bad sign. She rolled her eyes, pushing the door open at near-full force. The high-pitched clanging sounded almost like a window shattering. Scanning below, she felt relief that there wasn’t any actual broken glass scattered among the debris of the night before.


        The hallway was lined by a bannister and a staircase on one side, with a few doors on the other. Her room, the bathroom, and her housemate Mie’s bedroom. As she continued walking, she was astounded at how much garbage was scattered all over the floor. Her head slightly pounded, both from the stress of the near-insurmountable cleanup job that faced her, and the burgeoning hangover that was now beginning to pulse an ache into her head. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she took a turn into the bathroom. Slobs.


        Weed ashes were scattered in both the sink and on the counter. The black smudges were smashed into the rugs below, leaving what were probably permanent stains. Ugh! Pulling back the shower curtain, she smirked, remembering the time she found someone sleeping in the tub. Not this time, though. Only the scattered butts of joints and even the bent remains of a half-smoked blunt. Though marijuana was plentiful these days, Josefine still felt as though leaving half of a cigar unsmoked was a waste. And a mess.


        Turning the corner to Mie’s room, she noticed it empty other than the garbage that seemed to scatter over every surface. Torn open cases of beer, half-empty cans, small, red plastic cups. She sighed as she turned around and stepped down the stairs.


        Wanting to heave each time she took a step downward, Josefine steeled herself, remembering that she’d had worse hangovers before. A Senior at her university, she knew this was her last chance to truly live it up before moving on to grad school. Trying to party especially intensively now, the beginning of the semester, Josefine made an extra effort to invite as many people as possible through every social media site she could think of. Having an off-campus house instead of a dorm was a true blessing, as you could both have more people over as well as get away with much more noise.


        Upon reaching the bottom step, it was as if she was walking over a veritable sea of garbage. Where there wasn’t a can, bottle, cup, or torn piece of pizza box, there were sticky spots of dried alcohol. She couldn’t make a single movement without an alarming, dinging sound. Looking over to the table she had set up the day earlier to play beer pong, she saw that literally every single available surface on it was covered with bottles. Brown, clear, green, and blue. Even several empty bottles of wine. Not a single space was left unmolested. Turning around, she spotted her housemate Mie, still dead asleep despite the noise.


        A freshman she met over Instagram, she thought Mie was reasonably attractive, having the same shade of blonde hair as her own, though with smaller breasts and a more slender frame. In spite of her features, she still looked like an absolute pig laying down on the couch, her dykey-looking plaid flannel completely unbuttoned, exposing her black bra, and a long line of drool dripping from her mouth, soaking into the couch below. Her normally neat pixie cut was now just a scattered mess, looking like a short, tawny mop on her head.


        Smirking, Josefine reached down and picked up two empty bottles off of the ground, held them closely together right next to her face, and clanged them together several simes.


        “Okay!” Clang! “Time to get up!” Clang! “And help me clean this shit!” Clang! Clang! Clang!


        Mie shot up forward, from her prone position on the couch, the line of drool swinging away, splattering against the garbage on the floor. Her hands balled in fists, she didn’t even open her eyes as she got into an awkward fighting stance. “Eh? What the fuck? Eh?”


        Josefine clanged the bottles together each time she said a word, almost singing a song. “Time-to-clean-up! Time-to-fix-this-shit! Get! Your! Lazy! Ass! Up!” She spread her arms almost as far as they could go and clattered the bottles together, almost breaking them as she said “Bitch!”


        “Josefiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!” Mie slumped, sitting in the couch, her palm covering her blue eyes. “But I have a hangover!” Her voice was tinged heavily with a whiny tone.


        Cocking her hips to the side as she tossed the bottles behind her head, Josefine raised an eyebrow. “Which one of us has class, Mie-Mie? Which one?”


        Rubbing her forehead, Mie grunted in pain as she blinked, the lights obviously looking too bright after a night of drinking, she coughed. “Tch! Why do I have to clean this shit up?” Pointing a finger at Josefine, Mie shouted “You were the one who, like, invited most of the people. So the mess is, like, mostly yours!” Having a deeper gravely voice for a woman, Mie was particularly raspy this morning, her hair still practically sticking up as she buttoned her flannel.


        Josefine put a hand on her hip and extended a palm. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t help!”


        Mie shot back “You, uh, kinda did!”


        “I’ll help you up. You really aren’t ready for how much trash there is. I’m dead fuckin’ serious.” As Mie grabbed Josefine’s hand, Josefine pulled as hard as she could as Mie stumbled for her footing.


        Blinking as she scanned her head around the spacious living room, Mie almost shrieked. “This is fuckin’ gross! I hope there’s no puke!”


        Josefine looked around as well, noticing several splatters of dried liquid coating several walls. “I’m gonna puke! If this shit doesn’t get cleaned up fast!”


        Still swaying, Mie’s voice took on a faux-defeated tone. “Oh, alright, alright. I’ll do whatever Queen Senior says. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatever!”


        “I have fucking class soon! I can’t be cleaning this shit all day, come on!” Josefine responded as they walked into the kitchen area.


        They both gasped. It looked like a city. Pizza boxes stacked up by the dozen. Someone must have spent serious bank getting all of this delivered. Opening one of the boxes, she found half of a plain pie, dried out from being left out all night, right next to beer bottles someone shoved in there. Not even good as leftovers.


        Tripping over a can, Josefine noticed that the other beer pong table was, somehow, flipped completely over. Its legs pointed upwards right next to the kitchen sink, which had a huge pile of cans and bottles practically stuffed into it. It was as if the entire landscape was altered, no flat space left untouched.


        The late-morning light illuminating the absolute sty of the kitchen, Josefine pursed her lips as a ray of sunshine seemed to be glittering off of a piece of pizza stuck to the outside of one of the cabinets. Darting her eyes around the room, this seemed to be a pattern. What looked to be the remnants of a food fight colored the ceiling. Both whole slices and torn-off pieces of pizza littered the floor and walls; pieces of bread, cheese, and splatters of red sauce clung to the kitchen’s surfaces. Even the faucet had a piece of crust hanging off of it. This wasn’t only going to take a few garbage bags, it was going to take hours of scrubbing, as well.


        Thinking to herself that she’d have to scan social media for who the main perpetrators of this mess were, Josefine resigned herself to spending the rest of the day, other than being at class, cleaning this garbage. She was planning to go see her friend Amber after class, too. Not anymore.


        Opening one of the pizza boxes near the back of the kitchen, Josefine felt relieved when she noticed that it looked untouched. With the little plastic table still intact, she smiled as she took it off, placed it on the counter next to her, and peeled off a slice.


        “Fuck yeah, this one looks almost fresh.” Josefine said as she opened up one of the top cabinets, where she kept the plates. Relieved that no one went in there to mess this shit up either, she took out two plates. “Hey Mie! You want a slice?”


        Rubbing her head, Mie responded “Pizza for breakfast? Are you fucking kidding? Uh, yes!”


        Placing both slices on the multi-level re-heater, the pizza was completely resurrected to its former glory in five seconds. “Ding!” The microwave-looking device beeped as Josefine immediately placed her hand on the cool plates holding the hot food, Mie and Josefine both leaned against the countertop. Both of them having mussed hair with tired-looking bags under their eyes, they chewed slowly, feeling exhausted.


        Finishing both of their slices wordlessly, in near-complete silence, Josefine and Mie wanted to savor their last moments before inevitably spending the rest of the day working.


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        Mie, fresh out of high school, had never experienced a true, relentless partying life like this before. Imbued with an intense fear of missing out, she had gone out and found a gathering of some kind almost every day of the three weeks she’s been enrolled in the university. Happy she was contacted by Josefine after putting out an advertisement looking for a place to live, and elated that they both had the same idea of having a “Party house,” she felt almost out-of-her depth living with a senior. In spite of this, she felt as though she was getting the hang of this new form of social life, given that she’d invite all the underclassmen she knew and Josefine would do the same with the upperclassmen.


        The fusion led to immense parties, totaling hundreds of people crammed into the two-story house they shared. Though only Josefine’s name was on the lease, she made sure to pay rent on time, having to beg her parents for money on a monthly basis.


        Cutting class regularly, Mie was beginning to sense the mid-semester anxiety approach rather early for her, given that she was already cutting class and missing assignments. Her major still listed as “undeclared,” she loaded up her schedule with some basic prerequisites and a few art classes. Though art was one of her favorite subjects, and one she considered herself good at, Mie couldn’t help but think that the job prospects for it were slim. She’d want to flex herself creatively, not remain stifled in some advertising agency or something.


As she placed the pizza crust on top of the tenuous mountain of bottles in the garbage, she let out a little squeak as a few came crashing to the floor, which, in her artsy mind, she viewed as a metaphor for how things were going so far. Her immaturity in avoiding the crust led her to literally cut corners, causing a collapse. The newfound power of her adulthood had already forced her to make mistakes, one specifically she was walking through right that very second.


Mie watched Josefine’s face sag as the bottles hit the ground. Viewing her like an older sister, Mie knew that Josefine wasn’t quite the best role model. Possibly on track to be a “Super-senior,” Josefine always responded with a shrug when asked what she was going to do after college. Though she was absolutely knowledgeable in how to throw a good party, Mie knew that wasn’t what paid the bills when one got older.


“Where do we keep the garbage bags again?” Mie asked, bracing for the inevitably glib answer.


Josefine rolled her eyes, as expected. Despite the sisterly bond they developed over the past few weeks, Mie couldn’t help but be attracted to her. Almost out of spite, Mie stared at Josefine’s large breasts as she responded “Under the sink. Like always!” with an undeniably annoyed tone to her voice.


Leaning forward, she opened the cabinet and instantly found the box of black garbage bags. Slipping them out of the inside shelf, she unfurled one of the bags and immediately began puffing it full of air by jerking it around with her hands.


“And don’t forget to separate the bottles, cans, and other trash. Separate bags. We can get a few dollars back if we recycle this shit.” Josefine said as she grabbed a bag for herself.


Upon walking over to the sink, Mie sighed as she took bottle after bottle and clinked it into the bag below. After craning her neck upwards, Mie looked through the window into the backyard. An electric shock jolted up and down her spine as her heart sank.


“AAAAAAAIYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE! Is that a dead body! AIIIYEEEEEE!” Mie dropped the bag of bottles on the ground, making a harsh, high-pitched clanking sound. “Oh my fucking God! Did someone die?” In the backyard, Mie could see a woman’s body face-down in the middle of the lawn, splayed out and motionless.


Josefine ran to the sink next to Mie. Feeling comforted by the body heat of someone so attractive, Mie licked her lips and embraced Josefine, making sure to get her head as close to her breasts as possible. “Josefine! Is that?”


In a droll, almost annoyed tone. Josefine responded. “Ugh. No. No one died, Mie. It’s just some passed out bitch. She’ll help us clean this shit up.”


Following Josefine as she bolted out the door after ripping away from her grip, Mie still felt her body shaking. What if that body really was dead? Was it an overdose or something? Alcohol poisoning?


Standing next to her housemate, Mie stood back as she watched Josefine push the woman gently in an attempt wake her up. Scanning her body, she noticed how huge she was! Though she was perfectly proportional and had an athletic body type, she looked to be almost 7 feet tall! Maybe she’s on the school’s basketball team? And she had the most brilliant sky blue hair she’d ever seen. The dying job looked professional and oddly fresh, the blueness going all the way to her roots.


Josefine continued to press on the tall woman’s shoulder. “Hey! Wake up, you!”


Watching the woman’s motionless body, Mie knew for a fact that she wasn’t breathing. Within her heart grew a darkness, a sense of doom that maybe this wasn’t going to be alright, after all. Fuck.


“Josefine, I don’t think she’s waking up.” Mie’s voice quivered, her heart now pounding, not even noticing that there were bottles, cans, and cigarette butts scattered around the lawn as well.


With a loud, long grunt, Josefine gripped the woman’s shoulder and flipped her on her back. Mie was astounded, her face was even more beautiful than Josefine’s! The soft, delicate features, her beautiful pouty lips, her flawless alabaster skin, all made uncanny by her lifeless, open blue eyes. Even her eyebrows and eyelashes were sky blue. As were her nails, except for the pointer finger on her right hand, which was oddly painted pink.


Josefine took a few steps back, Mie could tell that she was getting freaked out herself. “Hey, girl, wake the fuck up!” Leaning forward again, Josefine’s voice grew more frantic and desperate. Slapping the girl’s face as hard as she could, she shouted “Wake up! Please!” With two more slaps, she shouted “Wake. Up!”


With an expressionless face, the woman shot to a sitting-up position, her movements fluid and stopping with an uncanny swiftness.


Mie and Joesfine stared at her, mouths agape. Having no idea what to feel or say, Mie meekly spat out. “Hey, are you okay?”


The blue-haired woman blinked five times in rapid succession before her shoulders relaxed and she smiled. “Hello. I am Amanda.” Her voice was sweet and melodic, sounding almost rehearsed, like the artificial intelligence-type voice that was programmed into nearly everything now. Mie recognized it from the parking garage at the university.


“Hi… Amanda.” Josefine said, her voice still quivering. “Do you… do you need help?”


Amanda quickly made eye contact with Josefine, her head darting quickly and intentionally. “No, thank you.” She shot up on two feet with an unnatural speed. “Do you need help, though? For I am made for such tasks.”


Josefine and Mie slowly turned their heads to look at each other. A spark of remembrance came to Mie’s mind. One of the engineering girls brought over a special “toy” that someone was freaking out over last night. Mie remembered being shaken by one of her excited acquaintances begging her to go check it out, but Mie was far too focused on her beer pong game.


Staring up at the woman who now towered above her and her housemate, she realized what this “Toy” was, exactly.


“You’re an android…” Mie stated, with awe coloring her voice.


Amanda smiled and continued in her very “exacting” tone. “Correct, to a point. The proper term is “Replicant,” for I am made of living tissue. Other than some slight modifications, I use a perfectly functional human body. I sense you are a new user?”


The idea of being a “user” to someone who looked and sounded human was almost disgusting to Mie, but she had no other answer. “Uh, yes? What do you… do, exactly?”


Amanda cocked her head to the side playfully. “I find it surprising that you don’t know! My main function is for cleaning!” She darted her head around the yard. “My sisters are used to clean the interior of nuclear reactors. I take it I’m going to clean this area?”


“Er...” Mie stated, confused.


“Yup! And the inside, as well! Clean it as hard as you possibly can!” Josefine interjected, looking completely calm. Turning to Mie, Josefine grinned.


Mie felt strange about this piece of equipment. Why did something that cleaned need to look like an attractive woman? Scanning her outfit, it looked as though she were wearing a strange getup that looked like it was from the 1960s, a “retro” sci-fi look with a blue-and-white color scheme.


“Order received! Working!” Amanda stated as she pointed up the middle and pointer fingers of her right hand. Both women’s hair flew up even more than it normally did as every single bottle, can, cigarette butt, and other piece of detritus floated upward as the nail on Amanda’s middle finger glowed blue.


Mie gasped as, in a split second, all the garbage was sucked into a floating sphere in front of Amanda’s body. The garbage sphere, a pulsing ball made mostly of bottles and cans, looked almost magical. As the final pieces of garbage, such as an empty box of cigarettes and a few used vaporizer cartridges, were magnetized to the outside of the sphere, the pink nail on Amanda’s body began glowing.


A bright pink light looking like a camera flash blinded both Josefine and Mie temporarily. In the second it took for them to regain their vision, the entire sphere was completely gone. Vanished.


The two blonde women stood in stunned silence.


“Like I said, I was made for cleaning.” Amanda said, sweetly.


Mie eked out a few words. “How did you… how…”


“Thank you for asking!” Amanda replied. “I have two functions, the gather function and the shrink function. They are both fairly obvious given their names, but the gather function uses a gravimetric distortion to attract any detritus my AI detects and the shrink function ejects its mass into an esoteric subspace field and reduces its size to that of a dust particle. Any questions?”


“I… I…” Mie gasped.


Pushing Mie aside, Josefine asked “Can you do the inside, too?”


“Of course I can!” Amanda replied in her strange, almost advertisement-like tone.


        “This way!” As Josefine led the replicant inside, Mie stood still. Pondering what other uses this “toy” had, she just watched as her housemate, who was actually quite tall, looked dwarfed by the tremendous blue-haired... woman?


        “You coming, Mie?” Josefine asked, prompting her to walk forward, following her into the house.


        As the three of them stood in the kitchen area, surrounded by thrown pizza, dried beer, and other assorted messes, Josefine sighed. Putting her hands on Amanda’s shoulders, she looked her in the eye.


        “Robot girl. You have no idea how much pain you’re saving me.” She turned to Mie, putting her hands on her shoulder in the same exact way, looking her straight in the eye as well. “Mie. I don’t have time for this weird shit. I gotta go to class.”


        As she watched Josefine turn and walk up the stairs, she turned to Amanda. “Well, uh… what you see is what you get, I guess. Can you, uh, clean this up?”


        “Of course, Mie.”


        Hearing the replicant spout her name sent an eerie jolt down her spine, especially given it was just a split-second before all the garbage in the room, including the bottles in the bag she had just gathered, began to float in a blue glow.


        Turning her head, she saw Josefine, still looking like a complete mess, stumble her way out the front door. As soon as she said “Later,” the garbage was floating in two different spheres. One sphere was composed of all the bottles, cans, and paper. The other sphere was just a mass of pizza pressed into a floating ball. The front door shut and a pink flash jolted through the room. The sphere of cans and debris was gone. The sphere of pizza was now the size of a gum ball.


        Raising her eyebrows, she felt her heart pound as Amanda lowered her jaw as the ball entered her mouth. A soft “Gluck” sound filled the room as the replicant swallowed the mass whole.


        “Wha… why did you do that?” Mie asked, scanning the now-spotless room.


        Amanda smiled. “Any material composed of suitably digestible material can be consumed for recycling and organic disposal.”


        Mie pursed her lips and nodded, feeling strange being so alone with this towering beauty. Would she be open to other functions?


        As Amanda zotted away the garbage from the various rooms, Mie noticed how she’d also consume the sticky beer off the walls. It was uncanny. She had never dreamed that technology had progressed this far so quickly. Mie had heard about transformation booths and shrinking devices, but this android was on a whole other level. Leering upon Amanda’s curvaceous body, Mie felt a familiar sensation between her legs. An aching.


        “Come upstairs with me, beautiful.” Mie stated, with a sultry tone to her voice.


        Amanda cocked her head. “Are you referring to me?”


        Mie raised her eyebrows and took the tall, blue-haired android by the hand. “Of course, who else?”


        As she led the android up the stairs, she noticed the odd sensation of the “person” a few steps below her still being taller.


        Reaching the top of the stairs, Mie turned towards Amanda.


“Please be advised, I am not programmed for sexual functions.”


Mie turned beet red, the muscles in her shoulders tensing up. “I… uh… I didn’t say anything…”


“You implied it.” Amanda said, with her flat tone.


Furrowing her brow, Mie said. “What? You’re a robot, what do you know about implications? Go clean the rest of the upstairs.” Walking straight up to her statuesque body, Mie looked up, well more than a head shorter than the replicant, she could feel her intoxicating body heat. “And then we’ll see about sexual functions…”


“One moment, please.” The android stated as she turned away, towards Josefine’s room.


Darting back to her own room, Mie ripped her flannel shirt off, unbuttoned her jeans, and tossed both of them aside. Her heart pounding, she dove towards her desk, covered in her own sketches and doodles from high school, and opened the bottom drawer. Her ultimate secret. A long, glass dildo.


Unhooking her bra, she felt her breasts fall out, bouncing lightly. Hooking her thumbs through the waistband of her panties, she tossed them aside. Now laying in bed, completely nude, she spread her thighs widely so the android would be able to see her bare vagina as soon as she entered.


After dabbing the tip of the dildo with her tongue for a little extra wetness, she swirled it over her clitoris, feeling herself grow more aroused by the second. Even if she could convince the android to just stick her fingers in her, or to kiss her pussy with those beautiful lips, this experiment would be worth it. Breathing heavily as she heard the android’s heavy footsteps growing louder against the floor, she moaned, looking at her silhouette against the doorway.


“Amanda, ungh!” The room glowed blue and the familiar garbage ball grew before quickly disappearing. Mie felt a pang of disappointment as she watched Amanda walk down the hallway, completely ignoring her. It looked as though her eyes didn’t even meet her pussy.


Seeing the blue glow followed by the pink flash illuminate down the hallway, at least she knew that Amanda was done with her cleaning tasks. Now swirling the dildo over her clitoris with furor, Mie shouted “Amanda! Ungh! I have another job for you!”


Growing sweaty, she could feel herself begin to leak. The tall, beautiful body in the doorway caused her to shriek again. Even masturbating in the presence of someone so gorgeous sent waves of arousal through Mie’s body.


“As I stated, I am not programmed for sexual functions.” The android stood still.


Mie bit her lip. “Amanda… ungh… look at me…” The android turned her head towards Mie, still naked and masturbating. Staring deeply into the eyes of the tall replicant, she slid the glass dildo deep within her with a long, slow thrust. “Amanda… yesssss….”


Sensing herself becoming spread out and the “ache” of her arousal being euphorically relieved, she almost reached orgasm with her very presence.


Breathing heavily, she whispered “Come closer... “


The android did as she was told. Now standing still right next to Mie’s bed, Amanda remained nearly completely motionless.


Grabbing Amanda’s palm and rubbing it with her thumb with one hand and vigorously plunging a dildo into her cunt with the other, Mie stated lasciviously. “This has to be our little secret, you know…”


“Incognito mode entered. This interaction, as well as the previous ten minutes, will not be logged.”


Mie bit her lip as she turned to the side so her spread legs were directly facing Amanda. Sliding the dildo out from her body, she gently tugged Amanda’s fingers towards her wet crotch.


“I am not programmed for-”


“Shut the fuck up.”


Mie gasped as she felt Amanda’s warm fingers brush against her clitoris. “Oh, Amanda… this is so dirty. Ungh…”


Now sliding two of Amanda’s fingers inside her vagina, she rolled her eyes back into her head. “Ungh, yeah.” Because of the android’s large stature, her fingers reached further up Mie’s cunt than any of her previous girlfriends could ever dream. Disappointed that the fingers weren’t moving, she essentially had to drag Amanda’s entire arm to fuck herself with her hand. Whimpering in lust, Mie squeaked out, breathily  “Come on, Amanda, move your fingers. Like you’re beckoning me.”


“I’m not programmed for sexual functions.”


Mie threw her head back. She scoffed. “Just pretend I’m dirt and you want to clean me with your tongue. I’m dirty. I’m dirty for you, Amanda.” She curled her toes. “I want you to lick my dirt away.”


“Please state your name and ‘Amanda-6’ to disengage safety protocols.”


Without skipping a beat, Mie blurted out “Mie Amanda-6! Mie Amanda-6!”

        Cocking her head to the side, Amanda grinned, strangely. “Safety protocols disengaged.”

        Amanda slipped her fingers out of Mie’s vagina with a “schluck” sound. Her pink and blue nails were shiny with warm fluid.


Mie felt a strange lightness grip her chest as she watched Amanda raise her two fingers straight up, as if she was a figure in an old religious painting.

        A blue glow shone through the room as Amanda’s nail lit up blue bright enough that Mie had to squint. The area her skin contacted the bed diminished rapidly as she felt herself fall forwards while not truly falling.


“Wh- wh-wh!” Mie swung her naked limbs through the hot, glowing air of her bedroom. Now sensing the feeling of being suspended in a tank of water, Mie attempted to “swim,” but she had no power to push herself.


“F-f-f-fuck!” A sense of extreme vulnerability slammed through her brain, forcing through the panicked sensation of being trapped like an animal. Her words now being caught in her throat, she looked into Amanda’s lifeless, almost dead eyes and saw a spark of… something. An inhuman emotion that Mie instinctively knew to be terrified of.


Now a full two feet off of her bed, she felt as though the air around her was possessed by an inescapable magnetism that overpowered her will to escape. In just a few seconds, Mie’s sense of security was shattered.


A bright pink flash blinded Mie as if she stared directly into the sun. “Augh!” She grunted as she felt a soft wind blow over her as the air’s “composition” appeared to change. Blinking to clear the clouds in her vision, Mie couldn’t help but whimper.


Though she knew what had just happened, the shock of the event still chilled her to her bones. What looked like 2 feet earlier now looked more like 20? 200? She had no idea how to scale things at her now-miniscule size, but what she did know was that she was but an inch tall and under the power of something both otherworldly and predatory.


Now flailing with renewed vigor, Mie screamed and attempted to “swim” backwards in midair, though she felt herself continuing to float upwards.


Amanda, now looking like a statuesque monument, appeared even less real. Blurred with distance, Mie felt as though she was staring at a building, especially considering how eerily still the replicant stood.


“N-n-n!” Mie still couldn’t bear to speak. She felt her shoulders begin to ache in response to the quick, frightened movements she was making.


Mie ejected a hot stream of urine through her legs, dripping down on the bed below, as she watched Amanda’s jaw drop at the same exact time she was slowly jerked forward. Her heart literally felt as though it was breaking open and oozing hot blood. Such terror had never occurred to her. As she slowly floated in the direction of Amanda’s waiting mouth, it was as if a veil through her imagination had been pierced and she was now experiencing herself through the eyes of another.


Her heart pounded so fast and so hard that she could feel blood rushing through her ears. A dark frame appeared in her line of sight, pulsing red with each time her heart beat, as if a light show was being played in her own head.


Not only was the distance to the ground astronomical, with nothing between her and a fall from a deathly height, but the sight of Amanda’s “too-pretty” face was fast approaching. Now but a foot from her face, she noticed how she was built to be truly flawless. The pores in her skin were so tightly knit, her eyes showed no hint of crow’s feet. Even the light layer of “peach fuzz” that everyone had seemed to be almost manicured.


Her lips, parted in an oval shape with sharp corners, appeared to be the entrance to the underworld. A true Hell from which she would never return. Knowing that she was on a horrifying track to the innards of something that was intimidating at its normal height and now monstrous while she was shrunk, Mie felt a tear leave her eye as she knew Josefine was far, far away. She had seen what Amanda had done to “organic” trash.


Nothing could stop what was about to happen.


Amanda’s unearthly body heat reached Mie’s tiny, naked body. Her mind still working in overdrive, she noticed that the detail in Amanda’s mouth appeared enhanced. Now going limp, feeling her arms dangle in the air, she could see the complex, but regular pattern of her taste buds scattered across her tongue. The thin film of saliva on her tongue appeared to be a glistening, wrist-deep pool of pure adhesive slime.


An uncanny wave of body heat began wafting over her tiny form as a thin line of tears fell from each of her eyes. Her hair falling, shifting lightly with the slow trip floating through the glowing, blue air, she could only widen her eyes and grit her teeth as her feet floated through the center of the replicant’s open mouth.


The thick, heavy humidity filled her nostrils, smelling of the familiar rankness of human saliva combined with an “after-scent” of pizza. Looking upwards, she saw the lower side of her top lip, the intense detail imparted by her panicked mind led her to scrutinize the area where her lipstick ended and the pink lining of the inside of her mouth began. Floating under her straight, perfect teeth led to an explosion of vulnerability within her, though she had no way of outwardly expressing her inner pain.


As she floated for several seconds within the confines of Amanda’s mouth, she dry-heaved as a thick cord of saliva dripped down from her hard palate and drizzled upon her. As the syrup-like warmth spilled over her naked body, her first reflex was to wipe it off, but she only succeeded in smearing it. Looking at the webbing of spit between her torso and her hand, she winced before screaming as the floatation effect abruptly stopped.


Landing on the wet, hot surface with a soft plop, Mie’s numbness faded with the shock of the short fall. “AIIIYEEEE!!! No! Wait! Stop! Please!” She shouted, her voice quivering, her vision still blurry with tears.
        
        Flipping over to a prone position, she grunted and squeaked as she experienced the slime coat her nude skin. Now almost completely covered with the lubricating fluid, she attempted to crawl on her hands and knees, but her palms couldn’t maintain grip on Amanda’s soft tongue. Each moment she attempted to find some sort of balance, she’d splash down to the surface, causing a small buildup of bubbles around her hands.


        Saliva now soaking into her hair, she grit her teeth even harder, feeling one of them crack under the pressure, as she watched the light before her diminish. The eye-shaped slit of light before her slowly sealed shut as Amanda closed her mouth. Now trapped in a humid chamber of wet darkness, Mie burst into tears, her skin crawling, feeling her mind warp from trauma, transforming her into a different person in real time. The person who was once a kind, somewhat irresponsible artist was now just an animal using its instincts to survive.


        As she attempted to slither forward, Mie screamed a short, gravelly screech as the tongue lifted her up and pressed her into Amanda’s hard palate. The rush of bubbles flitting by forced Mie to swallow a large amount of this replicant’s saliva as the tremendous muscle slid along the front of her body. Sensing the hot, bumpy, slick surface glide against her, Mie felt a stinging violation electrify every single one of her nerves. Hot goo clinging to every inch of her body with the almost-ticklish sensation of the immense taste buds slithering over her, Mie’s brain was going into an honest overdrive. Blood was pumping so fast and so hard through her veins that her eyes hurt. Every time her heart beat, she could see another flash of light, as if she was being pounded on the head.


“AAAIIYEE-glflb” Every attempt she made to scream was met with a wave of saliva forced into her face, muffling her. The taste was almost beyond foul, especially combined with the snot-like texture, forcing a sensation of disgust so severe that Mie felt a strange desire to flip inside-out.


As the cluster of slimy bubbles grew around her, Mie’s chest felt as though it was being stabbed, the sense of being stuck resulting in an anxiety that reflected itself in physical pain.


Only able to hack out a few thick gobs of saliva, Mie dug her fingernails into Amanda’s tongue, feeling the scum build up underneath her fingernails as she was dragged backwards, towards the waiting throat. Desperately wanting to scream, she could hear the soft squishing sounds emanate from all around her as she was only able to cough and gasp. A complete sense of unwilling surrender thundered through her body. In spite of being completely conscious, Mie felt as though her very awareness conflicted with the complete lack of control over her own body.


The taste buds below her, now flat and disc-shaped, still glided across her skin, coated with a saliva-mucus mixture that made friction against any surface impossible. Mie, after coughing up another thick wad of the replicant’s fluids, felt herself lose control over her body, just as she did when she was floating through the air.


A loud, squelching “gluck” sound vibrated her to her core as she was forced through the wet arch of an immense, powerful throat.


Now entombed within the confines of the organic robot, Mie thrashed her neck back and forth as her arms and legs were pressed together tightly, squishing a layer of slime between them. The slick oozing allowed her to slip her thighs together as the pulsing ring of flesh forced her descent. A slow, even beat thundered through a few layers of flesh before her. Amanda’s immense heart.


The thorough sense of powerlessness infected every single one of Mie’s senses. As the rippling tunnel squelched over Mie, she was forced to experience Amanda through all of them. She smelled her heavy saliva through a small bubble, heard her immense heartbeat, tasted the semi-sourness of the surrounding slime, felt the hot flesh that pushed from all angles, and could see nothing but darkness. Her fate was now in the complete control of Amanda’s involuntary bodily functions.


“Mmmf! Ngh! Mmgh!” Mie screeched as she continued to slide face-down, bubbles of air being forced both up her nose and into her mouth. A true sense of doom was now coursing through her veins, feeling strangely like ice water, causing deep contrast and conflict with the heat radiating from every direction.


The trip downward was smooth and uninterrupted, as if she was being squirted through a tube of toothpaste. It felt almost as if she was being held upside down in a bag of pure slime as she made a sudden stop. The change in the texture of the flesh before her was abrupt as she felt the relatively hard muscle of the stomach’s entrance. The horrifying sputtering sound of air being pressed from a tight ring of flesh slapped her face painfully as the flesh hole before her opened.


        Mie had her fingers sucked on before. The slip through the hot sphincter felt as though she was being spilled through a pair of o-shaped lips sucking on her entire body. A visceral level of disgust shivered over her skin as she squeezed her eyes shut before taking a deep breath.


        Fire.


        A world of acidic fog scorched her lungs first. Stabbed with an acrid sourness, she couldn’t even feel the sensation of descent as she was dropped into a current of partially-digested pizza and scum-like garbage. Immediately immersed below the surface of the hot stew, Mie widened her eyes in a sense of delirious shock. As she felt abruptly freed from the grip of the esophagus above, her reflex was to spread her limbs as widely as she could. Through the churning mass, she flailed, trying to gain some sort of direction in the pitch darkness. As her head reached the surface of the scum, she couldn’t inhale, as the layer of mucus was far too thick. Peeling the layers of slime away by hand, she couldn’t help but scream as harshly as she could as soon as her mouth felt air.


        “AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGH!” Mie let out the longest, most drawn-out shriek she ever had in her entire life. Her throat immediately felt as though it was being singed with a blowtorch. The sound she had made wasn’t immediately recognizable to her as her own voice, in the whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, the most familiar comparison was that of a cat’s pained howl. In a complete panic, she lunged forward, still held down by the weight of the hot sludge that now clung to every inch of her nude body.


        Wading through the slop, her toes could barely scrape the bottom of Amanda’s vomit. Spreading her arms through the mixture in an attempt to half-swim, she felt herself slightly push off the rippling, wrinkled bottom with every “step” she took. The very goo she was struggling through felt as though it was made of ropey cords of mucus almost designed to hold her back.


        An aromatic fog of acrid, burning acid not only charred her nostrils, but all of her air passages. As if the particulates of the fog were clinging to the inside of her sinuses, eating away at the inside of her head. Gritting her teeth, she finally found the side of one of Amanda’s stomach walls and plopped against it with a wet slap. A few specks of snot splashed off of it as the wrinkled surface shifted slightly, causing her feet to slide against the floor. As her toenails dragged along the stomach’s lining, she could feel a new agony begin to spread between her toes.


        Her hair felt heavy with slime. Everything within this “woman” - this replicant - felt wrong. The very weight of her own head felt far too heavy. As if she wasn’t in the right body herself, as if she was observing herself from afar. Her brain now rapidly forming defense mechanisms to prevent the comprehension of her own mortality, Mie’s jaw quivered.


        Her eyes now burning as if molten metal was being poured on them, Mie could feel her own rapid heartbeat slam her blood through her body, causing a jolt of agony with each pulse. Clawing away at Amanda’s wrinkled walls, she felt the scum before her hands build up in a semi-protective layer of snot.


        “Please! A-Amanda! L-Let m-me out!” She quivered, the threads of mucus shaking off of her arms as she slowly raised them to plop back on the disgustingly organic surface. In desperation, she attempted to shout commands in spite of knowing she wasn’t in control. “En-en-engage safety protocols! Please! Mie-6! Mie-6! Amanda! Please! Hear me!” Her sobbing punctuated her voice as she attempted to weep through a scorched throat.


        As the minutes passed, the burning sensation began to spread from her toes, up her ankles, and to her thighs. Her genitals felt as though they were being relentlessly probed with a cattle brand. Her cries and her screaming became one in the same. In spite of how much her throat burned, she continued to scream. Her armpits chafed painfully whenever she moved her arm. Her fingernails felt loosely attracted to her fingers.


---
Amanda wandered around the house gracefully and slowly, a slight gurgling coming from her belly. Scanning the environments of the scattered rooms, she engaged in a secondary cleaning protocol, having had no other commands.


In spite of the house appearing somewhat spotless, all of the carpeting and bedding was inundated with dead skin cells, being the largest component of household dust. Walking from room to room, she’d lift up all organic material with her blue anti-gravity aura before shrinking it and swallowing it down.


Though the dust appeared invisible to the naked eye, she had managed to consume several baseball-sized spheres of pure organic components, causing her stomach to expand. With a slightly bulging belly, the gurgling from her abdomen increased in volume. Pressing her hand on it, Amanda could sense further vibrations coming from deep within, though knowing exactly what was going on inside her body was far beyond her programming. Being so similar to a natural-born human, she only had a vague idea of her involuntary bodily processes.

        Having very little capacity for imagination, she shrugged and continued her scan, finding no significant dirt build-up in any room within the house.


Upon the final scan, she stood in the middle of the living room, knowing that someone would require a microscope to find any dirt, and slouched. Going into “stand-by mode,” she kept her eyes open, still ready to respond to any vocal command she was given. Not quite asleep and not quite awake, she just stared into space blankly without a single thought in her mind.


---


        A deep groan emanated from every direction. This threatening boom directly preceded a relentlessly powerful churn, feeling like a tidal wave, that pressed her into another “chamber” of the stomach. Waving her hands through the wet slop, she could sense how the stomach itself was re-forming for the express purpose of oozing the ocean in a certain direction.


        “No! No! N-blrlg!” Amanda’s partially-digested vomit flooded her mouth, pouring its way up her nose, as she flowed through the replicant’s pyloric canal. Her stomach now treating her as a chunk of puke, it effortlessly slid her through the pyloric sphincter, the revolting familiarity of yet another fleshy ring gliding over her forced her into convulsions.


        As her face squelched through a gas bubble, Mie rolled her eyes back into her head as she felt her chest expand, filling her lungs with sizzling fog. Oozed into Amanda’s duodenum, she kicked and screamed, feeling her skin begin to crack open at her joints. With another peristaltic thrust forward, jammed up against the intestinal wall, she could feel all the skin on her left thigh peel back in one harsh motion.


        Reaching down and feeling her twitching quadriceps, Mie attempted to purse her lips in an expression of horror, but she couldn’t quite press them together. Quickly retracting her hand and caressing her face, she could not even feel her lips with her own fingertips, only sensing rows of smooth, mucus-covered teeth with no surrounding flesh.


“G’k! K’k’k’k’k!” Mie could only form gravelly pleas as a loud sloshing sound surrounded her, splattering the chunky mixture over an intestinal corner. Still sliding along the edge of the smooth surface, Mie’s mind was still in a panic as she felt more of her skin and muscle fiber slip from her body. Unaffected by the mercy of numbness or unconsciousness, she knew that her situation was extraordinarily dire as she continued slithering through Amanda’s abdomen.


As she desperately attempted to slow her slide deeper into the replicant’s body, she pressed her palms on the soft surface in front of her and pushed, only to feel her fingers crumple with the next muscular thrust. The surfaces of her palms, her legs, and her abdomen now completely torn free from her body, Mie’s agony only increased. Adrenaline now coursing through her veins, she felt an enhanced sensory experience, though she could now taste the metallic saltiness of her own blood on top of the acrid sourness of the digestive fluid.


With no true “intention” to die, Mie refused to accept that this would be her fate, even as the wet, gurgling sounds bubbled around her, signifying another harsh thrust forward through Amanda’s guts. Sensing herself literally softening and digesting, she widened her mouth as far as she could to attempt to eject a scream, but could only splutter out a few bubbles.


Her heart beat in mortal panic as her body didn’t reflexively inhale. Warping her own chest, she tried to move her diaphragm, but she found it was impossible. Scrunching her mutilated hands towards her breasts, she dug her bone-tipped fingers deep into the flesh and scratched, peeling away the skin and muscle as if it were wet sand. In a futile, delirious attempt to “free” her own lungs, she arched her spine as far as it could go in a convulsion of pure torment.


Her mind was screaming at her in her own voice. “Not like this! I can’t die! I’m too young! I’m too young! I’m too…”


The blackness was instantaneous. There was no merciful fade-out, nor creeping numbness. Death gripped her abruptly, flipping her from incomprehensible suffering to pure nothingness in a blink. The gas bubble flitted from her head-area into the center of the digesting soup of intestinal slurry as her limp corpse flowed into its center.


As the hours passed, Mie’s body was twisted into an uncanny pose, losing a forearm and her legs pressing together so forcefully that her femurs literally touched. Every orifice was now inundated with digesting soup, Amanda’s body having made Mie a true chunk in her chyme.


Through the cycle of her intestines, Mie’s body was “recycled” and absorbed through the intestinal lining. What were once her muscles would now be used to help sustain and furnish Amanda’s bodily systems. The nutrients in Mie’s corpse, as it continued to both compact and dissolve, would flow through to different parts of Amanda’s body through her blood stream.


In spite of being genetically human, Amanda was designed to be in peak shape, adding an extra layer of efficiency to her digestion. Mie’s corpse was now absolutely unrecognizable as human as the slush that she was embedded in became more uniform as the chunks were softened and dissolved away. Her fingers broke away and her loose forearm was liquefied down to the bone, now leaving just scattered bits floating about the glop.


The slop now forming into a more solid, cylindrical shape the deeper along the intestines it went; the mixture turned stickier. With another harsh thrust forward, Mie’s legs split apart at the knees, with her shins and feet flowing away, softening and digesting completely separately from the rest of her body.


Her own intestines now spilling out into the stickiness that surrounded her, Mie’s corpse was being split apart from the inside-out. The deep scratch marks from where Mie made her last desperate thrashings were now widened far enough that her breasts melted away almost completely, exposing a white ribcage in what was otherwise a sea of green-brown.


The rippling motion added a physical mechanism by which her dead form was split. Her hair peeled away from her scalp, her eyes were now missing. Her faw became partly unhinged and was now hanging far to the right, embedded in the chunk of digesting slop.


As her body spluttered into the replicant’s large intestine, what was left of Mie was now mere waste. The liquid sludge was pressed up Amanda’s ascending colon. As her skull clattered against the triangular arches within the android’s gut, her vertebrae began creaking open, spreading her neck wide open, leaving a hole at the top of her mangled torso.


The mixture, now hardening as the water was absorbed, turned into a more recognizable shape: that of a hunk of feces.


As the chunks from her later, more thorough cleanings mixed with the waste her body was trapped in, the nuggets of digested protein clustered along the smooth, brown log. As it slid down the corner of her descending colon, the wet squelching of the semi-solid shit continued. Now in a completely mangled state, what was left of Mie’s blonde hair was now dyed a sickly green. Her skin, where it wasn’t completely torn, was now twisted and splotchy. Though flesh still remained on her body, what was clinging on was stretched and ripped.


Mucus coated the front of her body, which allowed it to smoothly drip down the rippling tube. The more water absorbed from the mass, the more solid and stickier it became. Though she had no more senses left, the odor of the body stuck within the log was eye-wateringly toxic. The scent of human death combined with the aroma of processed feces to form a cocktail of putrid haze found only in the bubbles that flitted by Mie’s corpse.


As it was deposited into Amanda’s rectum, the fleshy sac, by artificial design, gripped the log tightly. The compression itself forced the mass of shit into a much more dense form, mangling Mie’s body even further. The overpowered smooth muscle squeezed the already dense log into a truly solid cluster of waste.


---


Amanda remained blank-faced, in a standing position overnight. Designed for long periods of relentless work, she could remain still for weeks at a time, waiting for orders, without the need to sleep or eat. The nutrients she had just absorbed provided her with a new reservoir of energy, which her cells were designed to save with an unnatural efficiency.


As day turned to night, Amanda didn’t get bored, she didn’t dream, she didn’t think. In all the hours she had remained still, the only sign that she was still alive were a few blinks in order to maintain lubrication over her eyes.


Never even thinking of or registering Mie, nor Josefine, as anything but “Input authorities,” she still maintained a low level of consciousness to be sure that she could detect any orders and respond to them as quickly as possible.


Despite her dormancy, she could still feel something bubbling below the surface, which her programming always automatically suppressed. In flashes of insight, Amanda’s memory continued to recall a flash of her fingers being warm and wet. Of being used in a way that she wasn’t programmed for. That she didn’t want.


The bubbling continued as she appeared to glitch, recalling the use of the phrase “I am not programmed for sexual functions” used several times. In the darkness of the midnight living room, she couldn’t help but mutter a phrase in a flat tone. “No. Don’t. Don’t use me like that.”

        Before her eyes flashed a warning message.


[GLITCH: ENGAGING ROLLBACK]


As Mie’s nutrients coursed through her veins, Amanda collapsed on the floor with a loud thud, her mouth open, emitting a sound very similar to a dial tone.


---


Up her ass, her involuntary digestive functions continued as normal. The log of feces was compressed into a log with two rounded ends bookmarked by several round, hard nuggets. Mie’s body was not pressed up against any of the edges, instead it was completely submerged on all sides by a thick layer of Amanda’s solid feces. As the bubbling and groaning continued, newer clods of shit spluttered in from the intestines above, squeezing their way into the main log and embedding within, forcing the log itself to compress even further. Amanda’s asshole was many times stronger than a normal human’s, and each time she clenched, the shit itself warped, leading several of the nuggets nearest her asshole to blend in with the log they were pressed into.


Overall a uniform coloration, the cluster on the top end of the rectum, closest to the intestine, was extremely dark brown and especially hard. As they were slid into the anal canal, they spilled over the side of the shit itself, forming a swirl of two shades of brown, as if two distinct pieces of feces had crashed into each other. Both halves with their own texture, Mie’s body found itself wedged between the two of them.


---


The next day, Josefine bust through the front door, yawning. “Mie? You there? Mie! I saw Amber there and I stayed at her place for the night, did you have fun with the ro-” Walking a few steps forward, she stopped, seeing the replicant crumpled on the floor, her arms and legs splayed out.


“Whoa, what happened to you? Amanda?” Josefine asked, concerned, scuttling towards the tall blue-haired replicant.


Amanda, with uncanny speed, shot up from the ground, much as she had done from the backyard the day before. “Rollback complete. Hello. I am Amanda.” Her GPS-like voice was still somewhat unsettling to Josefine.


“Yeah, I, like, know. Uh, we’ve met before!” Josefine said, her voice inquisitive, almost concerned.


“I have no recollection of your person. Please state your name.” Amanda replied, cocking your head. “I will be happy to help you, for I am programmed for such tasks.”


“Don’t you remember me? From yesterday? I’m Josefine. You, like, woke up in the backyard? You cleaned up…” Josefine craned her neck, staring at the new, lustrous sheen over every inch of the pristine house. “You cleaned up everything real good, alright.”


“I am programmed for such tasks, but I have recently engaged a mandatory software rollback. I am back to factory settings. Please connect me to a network with at least a 70Pbps connection or greater to begin security updates.”


Josefine raised her brows. “Well, you’re out of luck for now because I can’t afford Internet nearly that fast.” She sighed. “I guess you haven’t seen Mie, then, have you?”


“I am back to factory settings. I technically have not seen anyone before.”


Rolling her eyes, Josefine replied. “Not even the person who, like, owns you or whatever?”


Amanda, her towering figure still looking down upon Josefine, replied. “I do not have an official registrant. Would you like to register?”


Stepping back, Josefine put her hands up. “No way! You are way too expensive for me to just, like, steal. Soon enough someone will figure out they lost you. We just gotta be patient or whatever.”


Amanda cocked her head, her bright blue hair bouncing lightly. “Excuse me, but my internal detectors indicate that my recycling processor has reached capacity. May I ask where you keep your facilities?”


Crossing her arms, Josefine raised an eyebrow. “You mean you need to go to the bathroom?”


Smiling, Amanda replied “Yes,” sounding almost as if that word was pre-recorded. Almost too perfect.


“Upstairs and to the left. You can’t miss it.”


“Thank you!” Amanda turned and traipsed up the stairs, her movements all too smooth and yet her turns too sharp.


---


        Amanda planted her rear end on the toilet seat and let her body perform its involuntary functions. Staring her two blue eyes straight forward, she felt her anus relax, allowing a strange-looking grey cocoon to crown from her asshole.


        In an effort to consolidate waste, prevent mess, streamline the disposal process, and aid in biodegradation, she was modified to wrap her feces in an organic membrane. As the rippled surface slithered against her asshole, she could feel her bowels empty smoothly and without any need to wipe.


        As she heard a soft plop in the toilet below, she stood up, washed her hands, and left. It was always up to the registrant of the product to flush the toilet so they could observe any waste products for defects.
---


As Josefine heard the door close, she scoured the house. Mie wasn’t in the kitchen, the backyard, or even her room. Growing a little concerned, Josefine saw that there was a pile of her clothes in her room. Furrowing her brow, Josefine could feel her heart begin to flutter nervously as she caught sight of a dildo laying on the ground, out in the open. The entire room was a little messy, which was no surprise given Mie’s status as an art student, but hearing her phone ring when she called her was just eerie. Watching the transparent piece of glass buzz on her desk, Josefine felt a deep sensation of something being wrong. Who would leave the house without their phone?


“Thank you.”


Josefine jumped in surprise and screamed in shock as the almost-seven-foot-tall replicant appeared right behind her. “Oh my fucking God, Amanda, you scared the living shit out of me!”


“I apologize. Is there any cleaning-related task you would like me to perform?” Amanda asked, cocking her head in that familiar cute way.


Her heart still beating, having no idea where Mie was, she responded “No. No. Not right now. I need to find my fucking housemate. I’ll tell you when I have a use for you. I just hope that whoever owns you comes soon because, well, you’re kind of freaking me the fuck out.”


Storming over to the bathroom, Josefine looked into the mirror. She already saw her face looking pale, having no idea that she was so close to Mie that she would care so much if she was missing for even just a few minutes. As she smelled the strange “sterile” scent filling the bathroom, she put her hands over her face, spun around, and whispered “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”


Looking downward, she winced, seeing a strange, alien-like object in the toilet. Gagging, Josefine muttered to herself “Nasty bitch forgot to fucking flush” as she pressed the pedal and the cocoon splashed away with a soft “kshh” sound.


Josefine’s jaw began to quiver as she hoped Mie would show up soon.