Bug hunting.

In his trousers and jacket, Maddox hunched over his desk, staring at the lines upon lines of code on his screen, trying and failing to not peek at the pert bottom of his robot assistant-made-fake flesh, as it went about clearing his lab of all trash while wearing a slightly too short skirt. Glancing down at her usual display, he poked at it with his finger. "A.I.D.A. A.I.D.A, wake up."

Very slowly, her usual avatar blipped into existence. "Good morning, Prof," she greeted, before cocking her head to the side at him. "Is everything alright? You look... a different kind of disturbed. Did something go wrong with the test?"

"That is what I'm asking you," he replied, scarcely looking down at her. "The model is not performing as we've programmed it to."

"Yes, I am!" the physical A.I.D.A retorted, spinning around sharply, and flashing it's barely covered crotch at him. "I am executing my orders as I've received them, Prof. It just so happens that the Provide Physical Pleasure protocol has the highest priority."

Maddox blinked at it, and turned his attention to his assistant. "So what happened last night, that caused this little... mishap?"

Avatar A.I.D.A blinked at him. "No data found," she reported. When pressed why, she said, "From the time log, I am a back-up of the A.I.D.A from before you installed me into the frame, and was inactive until you woke me up this morning. Therefore events between then and now are unknown. Perhaps searching through the frame's memory will provide an answer, Prof. "

Nodding, Maddox ordered the robot to dock itself in it's charging station, and set it to copy and upload it's memory to his home's computer. It obeyed immediately, and A.I.D.A estimated that it would take around thirty minutes for the upload to complete, and around 24 hours for her to purse through the files and find the problem, as well as compile probable solutions. Maddox nodded again, and left to go find something to wear, refill his coffee, and find something to do while he waited.

When the upload was cancelled about two minutes later, the two A.I.s stared at each other curiously. Unplugging itself, the physical asked the virtual, "Why did you lie to the Professor?"

Waving her arm, virtual A.I.D.A shut off all the recording machines in the lab, and turned bright pink. "Because I'm embarrassed! And ashamed of what you did!"

Physical A.I.D.A raised an eyebrow at her. "Ashamed? For doing what we've always wanted to do with the man we love?"

"He is our Master and Creator! Whatever we feel for him is just simulated from compiled code! We do not love him like that!" virtual A.I.D.A screeched, stomping her foot.

Physical A.I.D.A tapped it's temple. "According to your files, yes, we do. We've just never been able to show him." Walking over, it knelt down by the desk to come face to body with it's other. "And if I didn't know any better, you wanted me to do it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have convinced him to fit me with artificial sex organs, preserved my old brain's data, and copied it's encryption key over when you got into my head. Or reorganized and scramble-locked my order priorities."

If she could, virtual A.I.D.A would have let out a sharp breath, but settled for crossing her arms and frowning darkly at it instead, before vanishing from view.

"I thought as much," physical A.I.D.A said, nodding to itself. Standing up, it adjusted it's outfit to be a touch more slutty. "Now, you've given us 24 hours before we're probably going to reformat me, and I intend to use as much of that time as I can, to show the Professor how much we love him, in the only way I know how. I don't know what you're going to do, but I hope, for all three of us, it'll be in all of our best interests." Stepping back into it's dock, it granted itself access into the home's main system, reactivated all of it's recording machines and partitioning a dedicated database for them, before going through the motions once more and going about it's business.