"Can't believe I forgot my phone," Lizina grumbles to herself. "My whole life, literally, is on there and I left it at work." She continues to fume as she opens the exterior door, that she had just stepped out of, with her key-card. She notices the hallway lights are still out, just like she left them moments ago when she left for the day and walked to her car. She does not bother to turn the lights on, as she can find her way down the long corridor of doors to her small office. Besides, she thinks with some embarrassment, I'd rather nobody know I had to come back in to snag my phone. Her utility boots clunk loudly as she trudges down to the area of the labs and offices, having to wear practical footwear for her job.

Her just-over 6 foot, large frame body nearly fills the hallway. Not that I'm fat, she reminds herself, I'm just large frame and full figured. She thinks back to high school, where her extra tall body was perfect for the basketball and volleyball teams. Her daily practices kept her fit, but she was always larger than her classmates, no matter what she did. She sighs softly, telling herself that working behind a desk and rarely standing up is not helping her figure, other than to make it...

Her thought is interrupted as she feels a sharp pain in her arm. She takes in a sharp breath in reaction, then moves her left hand towards her right arm. She feels something sticking out of her arm, almost like a dart. "Zina?" a male voice says in disbelief to her right. She recognizes that voice as Leebl, one of her co-workers in the lab. "What are you doing sneaking around in the dark?" he asks, almost breathlessly. She tries to mouth a reply, but she cannot seem to form the words. Her arms feel rubbery and her legs stiff like steel. What did he hit me with? Lizina wonders. We have so many we are working on in the lab. Most are temporary, so hopefully it isn't something lethal.

"Zina, I'm so sorry," Leebl says, stretching out his arm to touch her shoulder, "I thought you were the spy they mentioned in our emails today from corporate. I heard the steps and saw the lack of lights, and I just grabbed the first thing off my lab station and shot." Zina would slap herself in the face for being so lazy, if her arms would move on their own. They are now hanging limply at her side, with her head starting to follow suit. Trying to clear her mind, she goes through the list of military-grade darts that would have been on his desk.

"Listen, I want you to know that I always enjoyed working with you, and I wished I had met you before I met my current girlfriend. I would have liked to date you." Leebl lets his hand fall from her shoulder, as he walks away, his feet dragging somewhat on the floor. Wait, she screams to herself, why are you using past tense? You didn't use the reptile stinger, did you? Her eyes would widen if they could, but they can only droop now. You did, she recalls, I remember seeing you working on that one when I left earlier today.

She wanted to cry now, seeing how her average day that she just lived would be her last. She has so much she still wants to do, and yet she never seemed to find time to do anything but ordinary things. She wants to fight it, so bad, but she knows the effects of this dart. She might have another minute or so, but soon every muscle in her body will tense up, including her heart, and she will be dead. Wanting to lash out, her will continues to fight against her body, but loses out. She is surprised when she feels a hand behind her, tipping her forward slightly, then resting on her back.

Her world spins around a bit, as she can barely see through her half-opened eyes, but she knows that they are staring at the ceiling. "I messed up, but maybe I can fix it," Leebl's voice sounds so distant, "My girlfriend's group is working on a quick data transfer from human thought to robot database for field work. It would allow...uh, never mind...anyway, rather than just sharing information, maybe we can transfer it permanently. Maybe...maybe I can save you after killing you...on accident." My mind must be losing it, as I cannot seem to understand his plan. Lizina tries to make it work out in her head where this isn't the end, but she can't. She feels him turning her quickly to the left, then to the right, then the lights get brighter. Then...

The room is not as bright as it was before, and she is sitting up rather than standing, and Leebl is staring into her face with a worried smile. He is talking but she cannot hear him. He keeps looking down at a tablet, pushing it, then talking again. She tries to say something, but finds she cannot move. The stinger must still be in my system, but how am I not dead? she wonders.

"...might do it...so can you tell me your designation? uh, I mean, name?" Leebl's voice sounds strained but not as much as earlier this evening.

"Unit...PK12...767...designated...Lizina," she replies stiffly.

"Well, that is a start," Leebl replies, "This is the most promising you have responded in a week."

"A...week...", Lizina says in monotone, "Question mark...the...previous...statement...was... a...question...install...voice...box...drivers...for...improved...speech." Why am I talking like a robot, and why did I say what I said was a question? She tries to remember what happened, but nothing seems to be coming to her. She feels really stiff, so it is hard to tell if everything is alright or not.

"Yeah, well, you might not be ready for all this, so let's start with the good news," Leebl says as he pulls up a chair from the other side of the lab, "My girlfriend's project works. I was able to transfer your memories into an android. So, you did not die...technically." Looking left and right suspiciously, he continues on, "The bad news is that your body did die, and I told everyone it was a lab accident, so no one was to blame." Waving his hands around, "I know, I know, it was my fault, but I couldn't lose my job when I could possibly save you, so I might have fibbed a bit, but the funeral was really nice. You were well liked here in the office."

"That...is...good...to...no...error...no...should...be...know," Lizina continues her monotone response.

"Now, this is more bad news," ignoring her, Leebl continues, "The only robot they had on hand was an old one from like 10 years ago. It still works, basically, but it needs lots of help. I finally got enough of your database reworked to get you thinking you are you and talking, but I'm not an android mechanic. Anyway, it's a start, right?"

"This...unit...can't...error...contractions...are...not...allowed...cannot...thank...you...enough...for...saving...me," Lizina manages to say, even though she is saddened that she died, but she is glad people missed her. She wants to ask about her family, but at the moment, she cannot seem to recall their names or if she actually has any.

"You will have some holes in your memory," Leebl states as if he could read her thoughts, "As I still have not been able...", sounds of footsteps make him stop and say, "Oh, gotta go...and I'll keep working." He touches the tablet and Lizina's mind goes blank and her vision goes black.

Her eyes snap open to look at a different man, one she does not know. In fact, her surroundings look different and sound different, too. This man has much darker skin than Leebl, and his outfit looks more military-grade than lab technician. The lab is not as clean looking as the one back at her office, but it has lots of fully-stocked shelves and is well-lit as if work is done here regularly. There is a consistent hum coming from all around her that does not seem to be within this room.

As his deep brown eyes stare into hers, she says, "Where...am...I...error...personal...pronouns...are...not...allowed...update...speech...drivers...and...ignore...unit's...stated...question."

He chuckles and replies, "Ah, so you are functional, I wasn't sure with the way I found you." He sits down on a chair in front of her, a tablet in hand that is similar to Leebl's but perhaps newer. "You are on the military starship, Questfire. I am Kyn, the lead robotic technician onboard. And you," he says pointing at Lizina's stiff body, "are not supposed to be here." He looks back at his tablet.

How did I get on a starship? Where is Leebl? How long was I turned off? Are we no longer on Earth? Lizina has lots of questions, but no way of getting answers to them. This guy has no idea she is a human, loaded into an android's body. She tries to formulate a good way to ask the question, when he states while looking at his tablet, "Not that it matters now. Our mission will be for a year, and you are to be made useful in some way for the good of the crew. And at the moment, you need a major tune-up beyond anything else."

Tune-up? Lizina wonders what that means.

"Given your age, this will probably take a while, and I hope I got everything I need to do it," Kyn says while standing up to leave Lizina's field of vision. Before she can ask a question, he returns wearing gloves. "I figure you are no longer producing fluids, but just in case." She wonders what that means, when she feels pressure beneath her waist. Is this pervert sticking his hand in me? Before she can protest, she hears a click and feels a tugging inside of her body near her pelvis region. "Ah, there we are, one old dick sleeve removed." She can see a rubbery curved tube on his hand now. "Yeah, looks dry rotted in places, but then, you shouldn't need one on the ship. Just civilian models get them." That's good, she figures, at least I won't be a hooker bot on a ship of horny men.

He grabs some small pliers and bends down out of view. She can feel him moving around inside of her private area. "I wish I could lock your lips open, but it appears that is busted too. I could use some clamps, I guess." She winces in fear when she hears the clamps being engaged, but then notices no pain or feeling at all when he states, "There...better!"

As he goes back in with his pliers in hand, she tries to analyze what she can feel, but it is so hard now. Her body is not hers, and evidently, it does not function properly. He sits back up, as if talking to her, "Well, you are definitely low on oil." She can see a small pin in his pliers that looks dry. "Oil...question mark," she states in monotone. He nods his reply, "Yep, you gotta have some type of lubricant in you to make your parts move. There are tubes running all through your frame to keep you moving well, and with you being critically low, you are having trouble moving." He gets up and walks away. She can hear him moving things around, and would like to see more, but nothing seems to work but her voice.

"Normally, if I just pulled out your oil pin, you should have leaked a puddle right where you sit," he goes on as if teaching a class, "However, I didn't see anything but a few drops, so 'critically low' is an understatement." I can't believe he is talking about my body as if it were a car, she thinks to herself. "But lucky for you, most androids use the same kind of oil, so I should have something here that will work for you."

He returns with a large tube and a small hose attached to it. "Let's go ahead and fill you up, huh?" She can feel him pushing the hose up in her, and then she can hear an audible click. He grabs her left hand and holds it up in front of her, the sound of metal scraping metal in her shoulder as he does that makes him flinch. Placing the tube in her hand, he squeezes her fingers around it, to the sound of more metal scraping. "Hold that, please," he chuckles. Her frozen arm keeps the tube at arms length, as she feels different parts of her body expanding on the inside, like someone was blowing up tiny balloons in her, as the oil slowly flows into her.

"Now, if your oil is that low, I'm sure your coolant is, too." He stands and leaves her again. She cannot help but ask, "Coolant...question mark." She can hear his reply from across the room, "Yep, you old models have outdated motors that tended to overheat, so we gotta keep coolant in you to prevent you from overheating and shutting down. You've got thermal sensors to monitor that, but who knows if those still work." He returns with another hose and tube, but it is an electric blue color. She can feel him sticking his pliers up in her, but then there is a gurgling sound. "Oh, son of a star's corona, you still had plenty of coolant in you."

Lizina can feel cool fluid coming out of her and pooling around her butt. "Well, I don't say this often," as he reaches for a towel, "but yuck. I've not seen a shade of blue like that before." The gurgling stops suddenly and quickly. "The good news: you didn't have much in there, so it is not a huge mess." He leaves and comes back with a small spray can. "Let's blow off those connections so I can refill you." She can feel cool air all around her insides as he blows the old coolant off her connectors. Satisfied he can continue like before, she can feel him attaching a hose inside her and after more metal-to-metal scraping in her shoulder and arm, she now holds the bright blue tube in the other hand that he placed there. "Okay, that will take a while, so let's see if we can get an idea of your software status while we wait."

Kyn places a clamp-of-sorts on her neck. She can feel it squeezing into her skin as it seems to fit around something under the skin. Actually, she wonders to herself, what is my skin made of now? He attaches his tablet by cable to it then starts pushing buttons on it. "Hmm," he says out loud to himself, "This voice driver is so old, my tablet can't read it. It's a wonder it could even talk at all." Lizina can feel changes happening in her neck, as the clamp sends low voltage shocks into her "voice box". Still talking to himself, "I can't put the latest version in, since the hardware won't run it, but I could go back 3 versions and have at least some decent choices on voice type." Lizina can feel the 'voice box' vibrate as information is moved in and out of it.

"Okay," he says looking up with a smile, "You can choose 'Male Russian guard', 'Male Australian guide', or "Female Brazilian singer'. I realize those are tough choices," he says with a chuckle, "But I can let you choose if you like." Lizina tries to speak but nothing comes out. She wants to beg for anything but the male voices, but her voice box is still upgrading. "Hmm, judging by your silence, I get to pick. Sooo," he says with a grin, "I choose the...the...Brazilian singer." He laughs at the fake suspense he was trying to build up to the empty room.

"Okay, let's try it out now," he says looking into her eyes, "Tell me about your last owner."

Lizina wonders what she could say about her last owner, if she knew who that might have been. Before she can wonder, words are placed in the front of her mind, and she says, "Mr Penne was an older man," her voice with a thick Brazilian accent yet soft and sweet to listen to, "who loved to bang me from behind in the bathroom. He would moan like a..." Kyn hits a button on his tablet and Lizina stops talking. "Yuck for the second time today, forgot it was a civilian model, and probably pleasure bot for most of its life cycle." Hitting a few more buttons, he states, "Let's get rid of those previous owners and their profile settings. We can return you to factory quality...sort of."

Lizina can feel pieces of her memories going away. The weird part, she reasons, is that she knows they aren't her memories. These are whatever was in this hard drive when she was placed in it. And the 8 owners' names mean nothing to her, other than the last one: Leebl. His name is gone and forgotten before she can dwell on it. Once her ownership is established at Androids Inc., she feels better. Her mind is clearer and there are no weird visions of men and women and bedrooms and bathrooms and activities that seem uncomfortable at best.

"Okay, it looks like you are about full of fluids, so I'm gonna run a cleaning program for your database, while I finish changing your oil and coolant." He sets his tablet down, as Lizina can feel different parts of her database being reformatted and reorganized. She sees him take the oil tube from her. He pinches the tube and starts running his index finger and thumb down it, pushing the excess into her. As the lubricant presses into her, her toes begin to extend out, as do her feet and legs and arms and fingers. It is like she is being pushed outward from the inside. Her back arches and her mouth opens as her head tilts back. "There we go," he says confidently, "Completely full!" She remains frozen in her pose with every part of her body stretched out.

She had dropped the coolant tube, but he did not seem to care. He unhooks the oil tube and then pinches the coolant tube in the same way. Her body seems to take a chill as the coolant presses into its places as well. Her body shakes slightly as he unhooks the tube from her. She can barely see him with his pliers as he makes mechanical adjustments inside her. She can feel him tightening things and pinching things inside her. He steps back and says, "Done! Now let's get you moving." He grabs the tablet and unhooks the clamp on her neck. She feels him plug the cable back into her beneath her first vertebrate and above the second.

As he touches the tablet, her left hand makes a fist, the whole time grinding metal and metal. She then extends her fingers out, with less metal on metal grinding. After 4 times, her left hand works perfectly. He repeats this step on her elbow and shoulder and neck and mouth and on and on until finally, she can move freely. "Alright, let's stand up shall we? Stand!" Without hesitation, Lizina stands up. Her old coolant leaks down her legs from the puddle she was sitting in. Gross, she thinks, but at least I can stand and move now.

Kyn giggles, "Yes, this is why I love this job." He gives himself a high five and spins around. Looking back at the tablet, he says, "And, you are ready to go back to factory settings, so there!" And with that, he pushes a button and all of Lizina's thoughts become lost and jumbled and gone and then everything is clear...completely clear. "State designation and set-up protocols."

"Unit PK12-767 is in pleasure bot mode from Android Inc. with default factory settings." Unit Pk12-767's voice is smooth and clear, with a thick attractive accent and an almost sultry drawl. This is unreal, she thinks to herself, I can now remember who I was and what I did, as if all of my memories were brought back perfectly. But, there is no way my mother named me PK12-767, so that must be the reformatting part, no matter how right that name feels.

"Pleasure bot...figures," he snorts, "And we can't call you PK12-whatever." He looks at her numbers and says, "Let's go with Pikz, yeah that works." Tapping a few more buttons, the former Lizina who was just Unit PK12-767 is now 'Pikz'. While she still knows this is still not her real name, she feels comforted to have a name and not a unit number. Remember, Pikz tells herself, I'm alive so that is better than being dead.

"I'll get you cleaned up in a bit, but let's do one more thing before that," Kyn says while tapping his tablet. Pikz can feel something changing in her, as a switch is flipped. Woah, she thinks, I'm now the property of this ship. I have a real owner now, she gasps mentally, and I'm not sure if I like it or not. But, I'm an android now, so maybe whether I like it or not doesn't matter. I want to rage against this and get my humanity back, but it all feels so right at the moment, so I will probably just obey whatever a crew member says to me.

"So, it is simple for you, Pikz," Kyn states, "You are part of the android corp on this ship. You are required to obey any command given to you by a member of this crew. Officers take precedence, obviously. The rest of the android corp are mechanics and soldiers and food servicers. I'm not sure where you will end up, seeing as the captain doesn't even know you are on ship yet."

He disappears from her view. She is curious to see where he went, so she turns her head. She can now see this room is larger than it seemed at first. There are shelves and shelves of robotic parts. The room is very practical, well-lit, and a light tan color. He is looking for something on a work station to her left. She decides to explore more, so she turns her head to the right. Again, she is greeted with more parts, but these are more like body parts...the exterior components. She can hear his footsteps returning, so she turns her head to face him.

"Exploring, huh?" he chuckles, "Probably not a good idea on this ship, but in here it's fine." He stoops down and she can see him wiping off her legs and private area. He sprays some cleaner on her and continues to wipe her off. "We will get you properly washed and sealed here, but I need to finish up down below." She tilts her head to watch him put his pliers back in her. It is so surreal watching someone work on you and not feel pain or discomfort.

"Okay, you will not be getting back an internal sleeve for men to have their way with you, but you gotta have something in there for part control." Again, she thinks positively, nice to know I'm not gonna spend the next year being banged over and over again. "So, we will just spray some foam up in you and seal it up." She watches him hold another spray can up to her and press the nozzle into her. She can hear and feel the foam going into her down there, spreading out and filling her private region. Unclipping the clamps, her lips return to normal, which he seals them together with some type of heat gun. "There we go," he says while standing up, "Nothing getting in there." As he turns away from her, he can hear him mumble, "Doing an oil change on her will be a beast next time, but I doubt it will need it until we return to Earth....someone else's problem."

Having been looking down at herself, she now thinks about her new body. It appears shorter than her human one, and definitely darker. I was one shade of pale away from white, and now I'm one shade of brown away from black. She also notices her chest is small, and almost looks deflated. Her breasts look a bit unnatural at the moment. Her hands and feet and arms and legs all seem thin yet muscular, and she smiles stiffly that her stomach is flat. There's power in me, I can almost feel the electricity flowing through me.

Kyn returns with another device. It looks like a hair dryer but with a strange cup-like end. "I don't have the right breast fluid for your model, so this will have to do. It is denser, so it will protect your databases better. You old models have most of your memories and processors in your chest." And with that, he hooks his machine up to Pikz left breast. Oh my, she thinks, that actually feels pretty good. She watches as it inflates with the fluid going in. She can feel her chest pulling on her now, as it is much heavier than before, and her left breast is very perky now. As a check, he takes his bare hand and slaps her newly filled breast on the side. The room echoes with a loud 'thunk'. "Wow, those are hard," he says in amazement, but then he starts cupping her and adds, "Mmm, but oh so nice to touch." She frowns at him on the inside, as he maneuvers himself to repeat on her right side. You know I'm not here for your pleasure, she says to him in her mind. She thought about voicing that, but was not sure if an android like her would say that.

Once he finishes filling her up, he leaves to return the machine. Woah, she says loudly to herself, my chest is heavy. It is like its...uh oh, it really is pulling me down. Pikz notices her body beginning to bend at the waist, as the new weight on her chest starts pulling her top half down. Kyn has not noticed yet, so Pikz slowly watches herself fold in half. Her legs remaining straight and stiff, while she hinges at the waist. Her arms rotate as well, as the gravity field of the ship takes over. I can't make myself move, she thinks as she struggles against her "falling" body.

"Oh for the love of a turbo blaster," Kyn says exasperated, "What are you doing, Pikz?" Wanting to make a snappy remark, the words that come to her are, "Pikz has not performed this motion voluntarily, Technician Kyn." Kyn chuckles as he gets closer now, realizing what happened. "Guess you really are top heavy," he says and taps a few buttons on his tablet. Pikz can feel motors in her back beginning to work, pulling her straight. She can feel her settings being altered to allow for her body's software to account for the new weight. "There, that should do it."

Looking over the readings on his tablet, he states, "Well, you appear to be running as optimally as you can. So, set this version of yourself as optimal, and run a quick level one diagnostic." Pikz complies with the command, running a basic screening of her systems. "Pikz is running at 100% efficiency compared to default." Kyn smiles and replies, "Good, good...now let's get you cleaned up." He starts walking away from her, "Follow me, Pikz."

Pikz complies, and for the first time being an android, she walks. Her software and hardware now matching as good as possible, she follows Kyn slowly. Her hips, which are more narrow now than the last time she walked, hardly sway. Her chest does not bounce, nor does her hair tickle her neck, if it is long enough for that. She feels like she is floating over the ground, rather than walking on it. What an amazing feeling!

Kyn stops in front of an enclosed compartment, large enough for one person to lay down in. "Okay, so since your skin covering is so old, it might get damaged in the normal cleanser, so we are going to run you through the restoration pod. It is gentler and has a finishing cycle at the end, so I'm hoping you come out glossy, or at least semi-glossy." He starts up the machine, and Pikz can see it beginning to fill with some type of fluid. Not sure if she should ask, she voices before she can stop herself, "Pikz expresses curiosity in the fluid filling the tank." Kyn begins to question her about the question, then stops himself and says, "Oh, your heads-up display must be off. You should be able to get some basic readings off of it." Tapping on his tablet, he replies, "Hmm, driver is too old...well, I will figure something out while you soak. In you go, Pikz."

"Compliant," she replies and steps up and into the warm goo. The fluid is milky white and rather warm to the touch. Pikz tries to hold her breath as she lays back, but her system reminds her that she has no need to breath. She thinks she should close her eyes, but again, her system tells her not to. She has another thought, but it gets halted as she submerges into the fluid. The electrically charged fluid suspends most higher frequencies, so Pikz "falls asleep" when her head hits the "pillow". Her body slowly submerges to the bottom as bubbles begin forming all around her. "Alright, that should do you for now," Kyn states happily, "I'll check back on you next week."

Pikz opens her eyes to Kyn again. He is standing next to her, her eyes right at his shoulders. His outfit looks the same as does the lab's. She starts to question how long she "soaked", but her system stops that, deletes that thought, and has her say with her rather thick accent, "Unit Pikz is running at 100% efficiency compared to default." Kyn nods and does not look up from his screen. She decides to try and look around, turning her head left and right. Yep, she thinks, I'm still in the lab and everything looks the same. I wonder how long the bath took?

"Today is the day, Pikz. I get you dressed and send you off to the Captain for orders. I'll admit, I'm gonna miss you. The other androids have not needed me since we left Earth, so you have been my only job." Pikz can detect the note of sadness in his voice, but also knows there is nothing she can do about it. For now, she is just happy that her "human personality" is still running, even though she has to obey commands from the ship's control system, as well as from the crew's.

He hands her a catsuit of sorts. "Here, put this on." She replies with, "Compliant," and takes it from him. There seems to be a lot of holes in this suit. As she gets it on, there's a hole for each foot, which makes sense. As she pulls it up, there's a hole revealing her private area and a slit up her butt, which makes no sense. She shrugs mentally and keeps going, pulling it up over her breasts, which pop out the large holes in the front. With her arms and head now through their respective holes, she has the silvery, shiny suit on. I look really odd, as my dark-skinned parts are sticking out of this light-colored, silvery suit.

He turns to her and places a hard-shelled covering over her left breast, with only her nipple poking through now. With a device in his hand, he attaches the hard covering to the suit. He repeats the process on the right breast. He's not gonna leave my nipples exposed, is he? He continues to her waist, where he wraps a belt around her waist that has a strap that also comes under her butt, covering her slit and private parts in the front, and locks back into the front of the belt. He shakes it with both hands to make sure it is secure. Kneeling down, he has two halves of a pair of boots in his hands. "Pikz, raise your left leg at the knee." She replies with, "Compliant", and does so. He forms her foot to fit within the boot half, then he puts the other half together. She can hear an audible click and snap as he squeezes them together. The boot comes up to her knee. He does the same for the right foot. When he stands up, she can now look him in the eye. Woah, she reasons, these boots must have some serious platform or heel on them.

Grabbing what looks like a drill off the table, he holds up a smaller part to cover the hole over her nipple. Pushing the piece in place, she hears him screw the nipple cover on tight. When he finishes, she can feel her breast try to turn with the drill. He repeats for the right one. Mmm, Pikz thinks to herself, should that have felt good?

Reaching behind her, she hears a snap and feels her scalp being removed. Looking at him, he holds the top of her head, which has a manly crew cut hairdo. Well, she snorts to herself, not sad to see that go. I hope I get some long flowy hair with some pretty color. Unfortunately, he holds up a silver helmet that goes over her head, covering her face completely, and snapping onto her skull where the hair plate was originally. From the looks of the helmet, no one will be able to see her face from the outside. A little disappointed by not having hair, she does like the helmet's display. "Pikz, sync with the helmet so that you can control it." Before Pikz can reply, her systems start syncing. She finds her body accepting the helmet as part of her. "Helmet software confirmed and running by Pikz," she says in a robotic tone. Wait, what just happened? Her mouth did not move, and her voice box did not activate...it came from the helmet. "Ah, there we are, your helmet can now accept information from the ship, so you won't need your face. You can put it to sleep." Pikz eyes close and all current flowing to her face stops, yet she can still see and talk. "Helmet is now registered as face of Pikz." Kyn nods and walks off with her old hair piece.

I'm really a robot now, she asks, aren't I? I am running software through hardware on a spaceship that just downloaded the ship's schematics to my memory bank. I see now that it couldn't before, because my WiFi had been damaged when I was dropping into the parts crate at my old company. Evidently, Leebl had me leaned against a wall when they came to load the crate of parts. I was knocked into it by the forklift driver, disabling my WiFi, and sending me on a one year trip to space. But if that hadn't happened, I'm not sure I would be experiencing 100% efficiency. Kyn knew that I needed a tune-up, and how to do it well.

She tries to smile at how this unfortunate event had somehow turned out to her favor, but she cannot. Her face is now the visor of the helmet she is wearing, so there is no mouth. Unsure of her future, she sees a request from Kyn to the ship's control system, sending her to the bridge so the captain can task her as needed. Well, she thinks to herself as she turns on her heels and heads to the sliding door, my first day of work as a robot! Without hesitation, she walks out of the lab that she has spent all of her time while in space, and expertly walks towards the bridge, knowing exactly where she is going, even though she has never been on any spaceship before becoming an android.