More robot play.

"Back to the robot thing," Bill commanded. He marveled a little at how comfortable he felt issuing orders to her already. Her posture stiffened and her eyes stared directly ahead without emotion.

"Sit down here. If I describe a state, can you return to it later by reference?"

"Of course." Her voice was precise and uninflected. The only part of her body that moved was her mouth.

"Ok, let's see... I want all the biological signs intact. I didn't like the corpse thing. And I want you to respond to my speech, but in a very simplistic, algorithmic way. Yes, no, basic questions and short responses. Got it?"

"Yes," she said tonelessly.

"Let's call that robot state. Get into robot state and down on my bed."

She silently shifted into a supine position. Her gaze passed blankly over him before coming to rest on his ceiling. Bill's cock twitched and he reached for his zipper, then stopped. "Amber, please unzip my jeans for me."

She reached for his zipper but her eyes remained focused on a point in the corner. "Oh, and realistic eye movements. Add that to the robot state: no more staring at nothing."

"Yes," she intoned as her eyes shifted to his zipper. He thought he saw a twitch at the corner of her pouty lips as his dick sprung free, but he couldn't be sure. Once her task was over, she lay back down and stared at him. His eyes roamed over her supple, flawless body once again.

Snaking a hand over her flat tummy, Bill had an idea. "Amber, could you make your skin a little less perfect?"

"Yes." Before his eyes her skin became slightly paler and slacker. He marveled at the sudden emergence of large, occasionally clogged pores on her nose.

"Now make your face a little less attractive. Just slightly."

He studied her face, trying to see what was changing. "Yes," she said, and he watched her lips become just a little thinner. Were her cheeks puffier? How did she even know what was hot? Except she can't know anything, and she isn't a she, it's an it. Still, the effect was uncanny - she was genuinely very slightly less attractive.

"That's crazy," he said aloud.

"No," she droned.

"What?"

"That's not crazy. That's rational. You asked me to do something and I did it." Once again, her lips moved but every other muscle in her face remained completely slack.

He laughed. "Amber, are you fucking with me?"

"No." She continued to gaze blankly at into his eyes.

"Alright, can you turn the hotness way up? Like, to the max?"

"Yes," spoke the already transforming lips. Bill blinked as she morphed into the most gorgeous, radiant woman he'd ever seen. She was still recognizably Amber, just... unbearably attractive. Bill realized he was hyperventilating.

"Wow, oh whoa, Amber, you look incredible!" he wheezed.

"Yes," she droned in a honey-sweet voice.

"Oh my God, you're like a supermodel but better! This is- I don't know what to do!"

The incandescently beautiful thing before him didn't blink as she responded. "Fuck me."