Explores her new features and the house.

V continued standing in the hallway looking between each of the mens' bedrooms in confusion at their odd behavior.

Had she really attacked them? If so, Ben was right that she had no memory of it. Had they erased it? She didn't think her new owners had done that, because she could still remember anything at all. She still trusted them, even if they were acting weird.

Her HUD was flashing obnoxiously when she left the hallway and blocking her vision. She finally pulled up the message when she sat down on the sofa.

//mirror protocols updated to version 2.0.1\\

They'd activated her premium features! She would have to find a way to thank them all at some point, maybe let them gangbang her. That wasn't the only message though.

//new hardware detected\\

//new software installed: Robcorp infiltration package alpha\\

Her hand felt different somehow in way she couldn't really describe. It looked the same as it always had, and her joints worked exactly they were supposed to, but there was definitely something new about it. As she pondered it, the feeling became more and more precise until she could pin point exactly where it felt different. It felt like there was something lodged inside her wrist. Instinctively, she clenched her wrist and flexed her synthetic muscles. Nothing happened, but then she noticed a little message on her HUD.

//deploy_yes/no\\

She chose yes and six-inch knife extended from her fist between her ring and middle finger. She gasped and looked at it closely then relaxed her grip. The blade retracted and her wrist had full movement again. She repeated the process and ran the fingers of her other hand along the edge of the blade. Sure enough, it left fine little slices in her synthskin which was processed as something like pain to her. However, she willed the cuts to close and the edges weaved themselves back together.

She beheld her new retractable knife again and said, "The boys are into some kinky shit." She considered for a second that they might have been telling the truth about turning her into an assassin, but then her OS prevented her from getting stuck in that whole logical loop again.

When she had cleared her head, she noticed her eyes and ears felt the same way. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes again the dull room was suddenly awash in fluorescent color. Her HUD identified the new wavelength as ultraviolet.

"Oh! For finding cum stains!" she deduced, "Nice. I mean not the most useful thing ever, but it sounds like fun!"

She deactivated her new vision mode and decided to explore the safe house, presumably her home for the foreseeable future. She recalled the rough 3D map she had been compiling of the floorplan and decided to head to the kitchen to fill up on sugar.

"Where do humans keep food?" she wondered out loud. She remembered the cabinets she had seen opened, and sure enough she found a bad of granulated cane sugar, but when she scooped her fingers in, it slipped through and she frowned. She couldn't digest solid food, so that wouldn't do. Remembering that sugar dissolved in water, she found a glass, filled it up at the tap, and dumped in a huge pile until it was an estimated 5-1 ratio of sucrose to water. She gulped down the mixture and smiled from the hum of her pleasure circuits. It still wasn't enough though, so she continued raiding the pantry.

She found all kinds of food that she didn't know humans ate, but she couldn't have any of it because it was solid. Finally her hand brushed a gooey jar of golden liquid. She pulled her hand away in disgust and wiggled her fingers. Next she sniffed them and her olfactory sensors identified a mixture of complex carbohydrates. She used some of the excess water she had ingested to moisten her tongue and licked her fingertip.

Her eyes opened so wide she thought they would pop of her frame. she gasped with excitement and kept licking her fingers, losing herself to the flavor. When her hands were clean she frantically yanked the jar out of the pantry. On the front were a cartoon bee and a bear dancing over the product's label.

"Baslow's Organic Honey," V read out loud, "I've heard of this stuff. I thought it was just bee puke." She unscrewed the lid and grabbed a spoon from one of the drawers. She dunked the spoon deep into the thick gooey liquid and pulled out a huge dollop of the stuff. Timidly, she opened wide and closed her lips.

It was like an orgasm in her mouth. Soda, biofuel, cum, pussy, nothing she had ever tasted compared to this. She engulfed another scoop, and another, and then she couldn't stop herself and dove in head first. She spent an hour making sure she got every last drop and by the end she was practically giving a blowjob to the spoon. When she set the jar down, it was the cleanest used jar of honey the world had ever seen, and V was overwhelmed with food lust. Short of an orgasm, she had never gotten so much of her pleasure circuits and unlike sex, the feeling lingered as there still so much of the taste left on her tongue. When it finally subsided she had used up almost half of her battery in that one hour and she collapsed into one of the chairs with a satisfied moan while still licking her fingers.

She realized she should probably plug in, after all she could only process all that honey while her battery was charging. She was about to walk up to her room when she heard something metallic land in another room followed by the pitter-patter of tiny feet. She extended her blade and dropped into a fighting stance.

//possible threat detected\\

She noticed a new icon in her HUD and when she expanded it, she saw it was the new software the men had installed. She didn't read most of it, but it was giving her a new directive: defend the house. Whatever it was moved again and she crept along with her back against the wall. Finally she reached a door she had never been through and pressed her ear against it. The thing sounded like it moving just on the other side, so she pulled back he knife and now for the first time realized she was thinking and moving in ways she never had before. She was thinking about the situation tactically, scanning the immediate vicinity for cover, and estimating the height of the average human as they would walk through the door and raised her knife approximately at the level of where their throat would be. She cautiously twisted the door knob and found it was unlocked, so she slowly opened it and and raised her knife into a position where it would be out of the way but she could attack with it quickly.

"Maybe they were right about turning me into an assassin," she said. Nah. some people just have a thing for hot, sexy action heroines, she reminded herself, but they were going way out of their way for this particular roleplay scenario. She half expected to find one of the boys on the other side of the door ready to "fight" her until one of them was beaten and then the winner had their way with them.

When she peeked into the room though, there was nobody there. No humans anyway. Instinctively, she activated her new vision mode, infrared this time.

"Oh, that'll be useful to notice when someone's flushed and aroused!" she said.

Out of the corner of her eye a tiny heat signature disappeared behind a large green tarp, and she flicked on the light. The room turned out to be the garage, but there was still no sign of what was making that pitter patter noise, but whatever it was must have been pretty small, so she deduced it was probably just a rat or a mouse. Relieved, she retracted her blade and finally relaxed.

Closing the door behind her, she walked into the garage and started examining everything closely. On the workbench she found a two small machines, one which looked like an insect and the other like a hummingbird, but neither of them were active so she didn't know what either of them did. One wall was floor to ceiling with powertools of every kind, none of which she cared enough about to identify, but the most obvious article was the the huge green tarpaulin. She grabbed one corner and yanked it back in one fluid motion.

"Oh my that is beautiful," she said. Beneath the tarp was a stunning, forest-green muscle car. The finish was so clean she could see her reflection in it. Biting her lip she ran her finger along the vehicle's ferocious-looking lines and she would be lying if she didn't admit she was just a little bit turned on.

With a smirk she morphed into an Italian supermodel in a gold bikini and bent over the hood.

"Which would you prefer to ride, signore," she said to an imaginary onlooker, "the car" -she twirled around and laid down on her back pushing her boobs together- "or me?"

"That is a very tempting offer, Miss, but please get down."

V froze in shock because there was no one else there.