Is it though?

"So you can look at a pussy and say 'pussy'?" Ross asked doubtfully.

Madison laughed cheerfully, unfazed by his skepticism. "It means I can surprise you! I can do something unpredictable now."

"But does that mean you have emotions now?" Ross asked. "How does that help you feel things?"

"It doesn't," she admitted. "What it does is make me just a little more human. It may not seem like much to you, but for the first time in my existence I'm not strictly algorithmic. Think of this as a microdose of free will."

Ross sipped his water and thought about what she said. While he pondered, he idly told Marissa and Jane to make out. To his surprise, Madison brusquely sighed Jane of of the way and embraced Marissa. Ross stiffened at the sight of them locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Madison moaned softly and whispered something to Marissa.

Marissa's hips bucked and she cried out as she collapsed forward onto Madison, her fingernails digging into her back. Madison smiled over the other woman's shoulder at Ross.

"I told her to come," she said. "I thought about punching her, or telling her to punch me, or just walking away."

"I think you made the right call," Marissa panted. Madison repeated her order and Ross watched her back muscles tense up as she squeezed herself against Madison with a groan.

"The point is, those were all randomly generated choices, and I used my rationality to pick which one I wanted. I couldn't have done that before-"

"-because you wouldn't have had the ideas," Ross finished. "You get free will because suddenly more choices are available to you than whatever the script generates."

"Exactly!" Madison said. "I'm creative like you now! I need to practice, of course. It's so strange and unfamiliar to just be able to think of something spontaneously. I can create a literal non sequitur!"

"What does that mean?" Ross asked. He was getting hard again after seeing Marissa's instant orgasm. This wasn't lost on Madison, who reached across the bed and grasped it.

"It's Latin for 'It does not follow'. Until now, every choice I make follows from my script and my circumstances. I see your hardon, so I grab it. I grab it, so I pump it. My entire existence is a chain of logical steps."

Suddenly she turned and grabbed Sarah, who was still reciting poetry in a glottal, clumsy language. Without warning Madison shoved her head downward onto Ross's shaft.

"Stop yammering and suck my boyfriend's dick," she commanded, and the golem did it. She smiled at Ross. "See? That didn't follow from our situation. I might have given you a handjob, or blown you, or fucked you, but because my script says I'm your girlfriend I wouldn't have thought to use one of these ladies on you."

"No fair," Jane complained. "When am I gonna get to blow him?"

"You'll all get a chance," Madison told her. "Enjoy it while it lasts, though."

"What does that mean?" Ross asked breathlessly. Sarah was doing her task with gusto and his face was red and sweaty.

"It means we go back to school tomorrow," Madison said. "Just because you're secretly controlling the one of the largest institutions in the world, doesn't mean you get to skip class."