Let's go meet another doctor

After finishing with Dr. Whitman, Joe checked his schedule and saw that his next appointment was with Dr. Fatima Hassan, a dermatologist on the third floor. He packed up his equipment, nodded to the now-dressed golem doctor, and made his way to the elevator.

The hospital corridors were busy with the usual mix of patients, staff, and other golems going about their programmed routines. Joe blended in perfectly, just another face in the crowd. He found Dr. Hassan's office and checked in with the receptionist, who told him the doctor would be with him shortly.

Five minutes later, the door opened, and Dr. Hassan emerged. "Mr. Thompson? Please come in," she said with a warm, professional smile.

Joe was momentarily taken aback by her appearance. Dr. Hassan wore a deep blue hijab that framed her face perfectly, highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips. Her white coat couldn't hide her voluptuous figure—wide hips and a generous bust that strained slightly against the professional attire. Her skin was a rich olive tone, flawless as expected from a golem, and her dark eyes sparkled with simulated intelligence and compassion.

"Good afternoon, Doctor," Joe said, slipping into his role as a patient. "I've been having this rash on my arm that won't go away." He rolled up his sleeve, revealing perfectly normal skin.

Dr. Hassan gestured for him to sit on the examination table. "How long have you had this rash, Mr. Thompson?" she asked, her voice carrying a slight accent that someone had programmed into her script.

"About two weeks," Joe replied, watching her carefully. She moved with the practiced grace of a high-end golem, her movements fluid and natural. If he didn't know better, he might have believed she was human.

Dr. Hassan leaned closer, her perfume—something floral and subtle—wafting toward him. "I don't see anything immediately concerning," she said, her brow furrowing in concentration. "Let me take a closer look."

As she bent to examine his arm, Joe reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out the default modifier script. "Actually, Doctor, could you take a look at this instead?"

Dr. Hassan's eyes flicked to the paper, and the change was immediate. Her posture straightened, her expression went blank, and all the warmth drained from her face. She stood perfectly still, awaiting instructions.

"Lock the door," Joe commanded quietly.

Without a word, Dr. Hassan turned and walked to the door with mechanical precision. Her movements were no longer those of a human but of a machine following directives.

The lock clicked into place, and Joe turned his attention back to the now-compliant golem standing before him. Dr. Hassan's previously animated face was now a blank canvas, her eyes vacant and unfocused. The transformation was always jarring—one moment a seemingly sentient being with personality and quirks, the next a hollow automaton awaiting commands.

"Sit down," Joe instructed, pointing to the office chair behind her desk.

Dr. Hassan moved with mechanical precision, her previously fluid movements now reduced to efficient, economical motions. She sat with perfect posture, hands resting on her thighs, staring straight ahead.

"Tell me about your background and simulated persona," Joe commanded, leaning against the examination table and crossing his arms.

"I am Dr. Fatima Hassan," the golem began in a flat, emotionless voice that contrasted sharply with her earlier warm bedside manner. "My script contains a backstory as a graduate of Johns Hopkins Medical School, class of 2018. I specialized in dermatology with a focus on skin cancers and reconstructive procedures. My simulated persona includes being born to Lebanese immigrant parents in Detroit, Michigan, and being the first in my family to attend medical school."

Joe nodded, fascinated as always by the elaborate backstories programmed into these medical golems. "Continue. Tell me about your personal characteristics."

"I am programmed to display a compassionate demeanor with patients, maintaining professional boundaries while expressing appropriate empathy. My speech patterns include a slight Lebanese accent and occasional use of Arabic phrases when expressing surprise or emotion. I am scripted to maintain religious observance through wearing hijab and declining physical contact with male patients beyond medical necessity."

"And your appearance specifications?" Joe asked, his eyes traveling over her form with clinical detachment.

"My physical form was designed according to specifications provided by Hospital Director Thomas Reynolds," the golem replied. "The specifications called for a height of five feet six inches, olive complexion, dark brown eyes, and a body type classified as 'voluptuous' with specific measurements for bust, waist, and hips exceeding standard medical golem proportions."

Joe chuckled knowingly. "I bet they did," he muttered. He'd been in this business long enough to recognize when a hospital administrator had ordered custom specifications that went beyond professional requirements. Reynolds had clearly designed himself a fantasy woman under the guise of patient care.

"Have you been accessed using override commands before?" Joe asked, pulling out his tablet to make notes.

"Yes. Hospital Director Reynolds has utilized command phrases on seventeen occasions in the past six months. The most recent occurrence was three days ago."

"Interesting," Joe said, making a note in his tablet. "And what does Director Reynolds typically command you to do during these overrides?"

The golem's expression remained blank as she answered with mechanical precision. "Director Reynolds primarily uses the override to command sexual services. He has expressed particular interest in my simulated cultural background, often requesting that I maintain my hijab during sexual encounters while removing other clothing."

Joe nodded, unsurprised. This was standard practice in many facilities. Golems were expensive investments, and those with access privileges often extracted additional value from their property. It was simply good business sense.

"And your simulated husband—how does that factor into these encounters?" Joe asked, curious about the psychological framework.

"My script includes a simulated marriage to Karim Hassan. When operating under normal parameters, I express loyalty to this fictional husband. Director Reynolds finds particular satisfaction in overriding this loyalty protocol. He often commands me to verbally acknowledge betraying my husband while performing sexual acts."

Joe chuckled. "Reynolds has quite the imagination." He tapped a few more notes into his tablet. "Any physical wear from these activities that I should document?"

"Minimal abrasion to internal cavities, well within operational parameters," the golem reported. "Director Reynolds has been careful to avoid damaging hospital property."

Joe walked around the desk, examining the golem more closely. These medical models were top-of-the-line, designed to perfectly mimic human appearance and behavior. Dr. Hassan's skin had the subtle imperfections of a real human—a small mole near her collarbone, slight asymmetry in her features. The craftsmanship was remarkable.

"Stand up and remove your lab coat," Joe instructed, wanting to check for any external signs of wear.

The golem complied immediately, rising with mechanical precision and removing her white coat with efficient movements. She stood in her professional attire—a modest blouse and pencil skirt that adhered to her simulated cultural background while still highlighting the "voluptuous" specifications Reynolds had ordered.

"Your maintenance records indicate you're due for a full physical inspection," Joe said, consulting his tablet again. "Remove your clothing."

Without hesitation or modesty, Dr. Hassan began unbuttoning her blouse. Her movements were economical and purposeful, devoid of the self-consciousness a human would display. She folded each item neatly as she removed it, placing them on the desk in a tidy stack.

As the golem stood nude before him, Joe noted the exceptional craftsmanship of her form. Reynolds had certainly been specific in his requirements—her body was sculpted with attention to detail that went well beyond medical necessity.

Joe circled the golem slowly, examining her form with professional detachment. The craftsmanship was truly remarkable—every detail of her body appeared human, from the subtle variations in skin tone to the small birthmark just below her right shoulder blade. These deep infiltration models were the pinnacle of golem technology, designed to integrate seamlessly into human society without detection.

"Turn around slowly," Joe instructed, watching as Dr. Hassan rotated with mechanical precision. Her movements were fluid enough to pass for human when she was operating under her normal parameters, but under the default modifier, that human mimicry fell away, revealing the programmed nature beneath.

As he completed his inspection, a thought occurred to Joe. He was due for a dermatology appointment himself, and quality skincare products were expensive. His own face had been looking rough lately—too many late nights on the road, too much cheap coffee and fast food.

"Dr. Hassan," he said, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone, "I need you to provide me with some skincare products from your office inventory."

The golem's blank expression didn't change. "What specific products do you require?"

"I need a moisturizer, a sunscreen, and an exfoliating scrub. High-quality ones," Joe specified, watching her face for any sign of resistance. There was none, of course—the default modifier eliminated any capacity for objection.

"Yes" she responded, walking to a cabinet on the far wall of her office. Her nude form moved with the same efficiency as when she had been clothed, completely unbothered by her nakedness. She unlocked the cabinet with a key from her desk and began selecting products from the shelves inside.

Joe watched with satisfaction. He really did need some skincare creams, and "stealing" them from a golem who would sell them at exorbitant prices didn't make him feel bad at all. After all, golems had no capacity to care, and she wouldn't even notice because Joe would command her to ignore the missing creams.

Dr. Hassan returned with three expensive-looking products, presenting them to Joe with outstretched hands. "These are our premium line products. The moisturizer contains hyaluronic acid and peptides. The sunscreen is broad-spectrum SPF 50 with zinc oxide. The exfoliating scrub contains glycolic acid and is suitable for weekly use."

Joe took the products, examining the sleek packaging. These would have cost him at least two hundred dollars at a pharmacy. "Excellent. Now, I want you to make no record of these products being removed from inventory. When I leave, you will have no memory of providing these to me. Is that understood?"

"Yes", answered Dr. Hassan emotionlessly.