Nah, he wants robo-Amber back.

"You know, that sounds weird and uncomfortable," he said. "Let's hold off on that."

She shrugged. "What then?"

"Can you- um, can you go back to the robot thing? I thought that was interesting," Bill said nervously.

The change was once again instantaneous. She straightened up and fixed her gaze ahead. "You don't think this is interesting. You're aroused by it." Her voice was monotonous and without inflection.

He started to protest, but remembered who he was with. "Yeah, I suppose I am. I mean, Amber, you're a beautiful wom- you look like a beautiful woman. Who wouldn't want someone like you at their beck and call?"

She replied immediately. "What would you like me to do?"

Bill took a moment to think. She stood fully naked in front of him, staring at nothing, motionless as a mannequin. Her crotch was neatly shaved, giving him a clear view of her slit.

After considering his options, Bill gave another command. "Lie down face up on the couch." She wordlessly complied, her eyes fixed directly in front of her. As she leaned back, her breasts jiggled enticingly. Bill approached, hands out.

He placed one hand on her left breast. It was marvelously soft and tender and he rubbed his thumb across her flawless skin. She didn't respond at all and he felt a light sense of repulsion. She wasn't breathing, he realized. It made it feel like he was feeling up a corpse.

"Amber, please resume basic signs of life. Breathing, circulation, and brain activity. Oh, and autonomous responses - I wanna feel those nips harden." He marveled briefly at how comfortable he was getting with this scenario.

Amber, meanwhile, began to breathe. Her face reddened as her chest rose and fell. She still looked at the ceiling without any expression. As Bill's eyes roamed across her body, he imagined what he could do to her.