(Side Story) The Nurturing Head Needs Another Drink

This wasn't The Nurturing Head's best plan, she was well aware. When the entire codebase for a Bakirtzis android leaked onto the internet, she instantly commissioned the Research Division and Hateya to design a robot that could actually run the thing. Hateya had managed to deal with the **** energy cost with a method she called "deci-quantizing", somehow reducing the energy use to a portable battery, while keeping IQ "within usable standards". The Research Division, on the other-hand, had no chance of machining a robot within a day. Thankfully, they realized they already had the perfect platform on hand...

So, cutting back to the Nurturing Head's school office, she was now surrounded by sentient Sam love-dolls the girls had imported from the Japanese Branch. They had no arms, legs, or head, only a torso and a scale-size replica of Sam's penis. They chirped happily, wrestling eachother and slapping their penises on the ground rhythmically. The Nurturing Head picked one up, holding it on her lap as she examined it. The Sam love-doll squirmed in her arms, making a weird whirring noise as the Nurturing Head rubbed her aching head. She realized what Hateya meant when she said "within usable standards". They were barely past the level of a trained dog, able to listen to commands, but with no real insight or competence.

What's worse is her foray into the mysterious website was a bust. Her attempts to create a new timeline were locked and deleted. The Nurturing Head was never a great writer, so her additions of "And then Our Beloved married us all and we all lived happily ever after, the end." never got accepted. Did she really have to write smut to get approved?... Good heavens... Her polite comments to others on the site to follow her story outline just got her dismissive replies, like one from DKNai: "Roleplaying in the comments as if you're a character in the story is fucking cringe. It's almost as bad as writing yourself into the story in some sort of fourth-wall break. I wish the writer would quit writing substories and make Sam fuck more girls already." How rude!

The Nurturing Head sighed heavily, before the doll in her arms sighed too. It must have noticed how human chests naturally rose and fell, because she saw it had started doing that after some time in her arms. Annoyed, she set it down, before ordering them to line up. Forget ability, she just needed the chirping out of her ears.

"Sam-droids! I need your help! Please detain anyone who doesn't belong to the school or the American branch of the Harem Society! Go!"

The dolls chirped, stood up on their stump legs, slapped their penises on the ground in unison (ew), and toddled out of The Nurturing Head's office. Blissful silence followed.