"...And I thought that my feet were detachable, but my body wasn't as modular as I thought. I sent Billy a message asking for a different body, but he said no..."

The technician sat at the table, his elbows propped up on the cold steel as he held the sides of his head. He appeared to be staring down at the data readings on the tablet, but in reality, he was zoned out, lost in the endless chatter of the detached head in front of him. He didn't answer to any of the multiple questions he took as rhetorical. Not even once. Yet, the gynoid currently in service mode took full advantage of the removal of the speech governor.

"...I was so jealous when my girlfriends got a brand new set of breasts. Mine are...okay I guess, but Billy tells me he likes me just the way I am. How sweet, right? Oh but believe me, the first chance I get to buy a discounted hip mod, he's going to change his mind very quickly."

Three seconds was all that remained of the calibration test. It may have been the longest three seconds of his life, but once the green circle reached the starting point, the technician pressed the screen hard enough to break the screen. The disembodied gynoid head's eyes gently closed shut and the parted lips stilled as it slowly went into sleep mode.

He took a deep breath. It was over, at least, for the head's calibration. Looking over at the gynoid body which was laid out on the adjacent table in four pieces, he dreaded the behavior it would exhibit once the sexual regulator was disabled...