A smoking gun.

The man looked at her briefly.

"I'm a debugger. You're here because of some sort of error." He walked over to her. "Clothes."

Once again, she stripped. "Open." "Up." "Spread."

His initial ministrations complete, he tapped the slate. Without looking up, he asked her to describe the last few moments that she could recall.

"Well, I was going to Habanero's to meet my friend Carla for lunch. She was late, so I decided to start ordering. I was at the counter when I, um, I- I took my top off?" She was suddenly mortified. "Oh my God, I took my top off! I can't believe I did that!"

"Go on."

"So with my top off, I tried to keep ordering. Why would I do that, though? Everyone was staring at me but it just felt so normal and reasonable to have my top off. Then I started fondling myself. God, I was fondling myself in front of everybody! And when the manager came over, I tried to, uh, give him a blowjob."

"Would you describe this behavior as abnormal?"

She was still processing her memories. "Definitely. I mean, who does stuff like that? At the time, though, it all seemed perfectly reasonable. Did I have a stroke or something? Am I dead?" Another thought struck her. "Why am I not freaking out about all this?"

He glanced up. "Oh, that's the emotional dampener. You can't really feel anxiety in here. So tell me, can you think of why you would do these things?" She shook her head. "I have no idea why I did them."

He paused pensively. He thought for a few minutes. "Ok, let's try something."

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Jenny was in the restaurant. She felt dazed, like she had just woken up. She shook her head to clear it and stepped up to the counter. "Veggie tortilla, please."

The kid behind the counter put the tortilla in the heater and she moved down the line to choose a meat. Just then, the manager approached. "Is everything to your liking, ma'am?"

She nodded. She still felt that odd dreamlike feeling, but-

She was in the room again with the debugger. He was poring over his slate again. "Hmm, can't seem to reproduce even in a full simulation..."

Suddenly a look of recognition dawned on him. He tapped and dragged rapidly on the slate, then tapped once show him your tits she went to undress but realized she was already naked. With nothing else to do, she thrust out her chest to make her breasts as prominent as possible.

"What are you doing, Jenny?"

"Showing you my tits." She rolled her eyes. Then, as suddenly as the urge had struck her, it receded. She looked at him with confusion.

"Jenny," he sighed, "you've been hacked."