Ask for clothes.

With an arm still snug against your bosom and another covering up between your legs, you turn to the woman bashfully, and you try not to glance at your embarrassing reflection. "Uhm... Can I have something to wear, please?" you ask politely. As you look her over, you see numbers and letters around her. Though before you can figure out what they mean, she speaks up and grabs your attention back.

The woman places a delicate hand on your upper arm. "Oh you're just precious. You don't want to walk around the rest of the day in your birthday suit~?" She snickers. "All right. No more teasing... for now. Here, take this," she says as she picks a towel off the nearby counter and presses it into your chest. Next, she picks up a wireless blow-dryer. She walks around behind you, switches it on, and begins to dry off your hair.

"Thank you." As she does that, you begin to pat down your body.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out any second, but I'm Doctor Diana Freling, the one who made you. You have an entire database of information within your mind. All you need to do is learn to access it."

It's starting to come together. "And I'm an artificial lifeform. An android. A robotic girl."

"Now you've got it." As she finishes drying off the hair, she finds some purple bands and uses them to tie up your hair on either side into pigtails. "Sorry for the abrupt introduction. Like I said, you'll figure it out. Now I've been trying to decide on a name the entire name, and boy it's been hard. I thought of doing something like an acronym, with words like Artificial Lifeform Information--I don't know. In the end, I realized I should ask you."

"Me?" you ask and turn to the mirror. You're feeling a little better now, with a towel around you, and the hairstyle she's given you is actually really cute.

"That's right. I'm not your mom. Think of me as a good friend. Your creation was... a lot more complicated than it may sound."

"It already sounds complicated."

She chuckles and walks around to face you. "While you decide, let me get you some clothes, okay?"

The Doctor. She was the voice I always heard. It soothed me. Though, she's definitely not as I expected her to be... At least she's still caring. Brilliant to, if I really was something she built herself. I feel like I have all sorts of things I've yet to try and access.

"Your ocular sensors are quite extraordinary," she explains as she lifts the hatch on a steel cube. The noise of pressure releasing hisses out. "If you look at me, you can detect my measurements. They're pretty impressive, aren't they? Your eyes, and my measurements both. Don't rush it. I packed you with so many things that it's best to just wait for them to come up."

In the corner of your vision is a tiny meter currently at 5%, and you're not quite sure what it does. "What is an EROMETER?" you ask.

"Oh," Dr. Freling replies. "That's a measurement of your body's arousal."

"What do I have that?!" you shout back.

"I think you should be thankful. Most people can't quite gauge that kind of thing. Not like you can."

"Why is it already 5%?"

With a pair of lacey black panties in-hand, the doctor looks to you with a smile. "You tell me."

You glance away quickly as your face starts to blush once again. "A calculating error."

She lets out a laugh. "Everyone is always a little bit horny. 5% is nothing. At 100%, then you can be concerned."

"What happens at 100%?"

"You should know that one. Past 100%, you orgasm of course."

"Wh-Why can a robot do that?"

She drops the undies back into the bin, turns on her heel and stares directly into your eyes from afar. "Listen to me. Whether your arm turns into a gun, or you can scan anything with your eyes, or anything else, you're still a girl. You have the same worth as any living creature, because you are alive."

You nod. She got really serious there.

"Now let's pick some underwear!" she reaches her arms right back into the container with excitement.