the problem with robots

You got a few looks during class but thought nothing of it, for the most part you try to stay rational. The program had a few hiccups but what new program didn't. Soon it'll be a funny story you tell to techmags.

The bros teased you for your "yoga pants" as they called them. "Yeah ya know just made a bad buy I guess." you told them, not ready to tell them about your new room. After all these guys arent exactly known for keeping secrets. You can't risk letting one of the people you borrowed from know you have their stuff. You close your door behind you "Alright computer let's try this again, give me something to relax in." The arms quickly shot out of the wall and dexteriously stripped you of your clothes. The arms were amazingly manuverable, they could probably dress you in your sleep and you'd never even know it. Once they finished their work the wall changed into a mirror once again. You were dressed in pink booty shorts and a matching pink top that you imagine was made of silk the way it felt against your skin. You would really need to fix the peramaters, it seemed to be picking form fitting clothing, which to be fair you hadn't programmed any prferences in. Having no other options you sat at your computer in your silk top and booty shorts and tried to enter some preferences, hoping that would put an end to these mistakes.

Suddenly the door burst open, it was scott and he was drunk. "Hey! Who stole my shit?!" he slurred, apparently he thought your room was his. "You're turned around scott." you told him standing up from your chair. Scott eyed you up and down, suddenly you felt very exposed. "Damn girl, you are fine!" Scott staggered to you pushing you against the wall. "Coach says no sex before a game, but nothing about after. What say you meet me here tomorrow night and you give me a reward when I win." You knew better than to argue with a drunk plus the team really sucked and it's not like he'd remember anyway. "Sure thing baby, but only if you win." you cooed at him "But you have to go to your room and sleep now or else you'll lose and then we cant have our rendezvous." He stared blankly at you "That means fuck, if you dont win we cant fuck." He cheered "FUUUCK!" and stumbled out of your room.

You locked your door and continued your work setting in your preferences for clothes, it was mind numbingly boring, the program had your gender set at female. Which you figured explained the clothes, but you still had to adjust your clothing choices. While you were doing that a program announced it's completion, "medical data extracted." It announced. The room had analyzed your body chemistry while you were sitting in your room, no needles no blood tests, no annoying doctors or their boring waiting rooms. An arm slithered out of the wall, much slower than the ones that undressed you, and gave you a bottle of pills and a glass of water. "Optimum health designated." It informed you in it's monotone voice, another thing you'd have to adjust. If you were right the pills it manufactured for you would help you reach your peak physical condition much quicker than diet or exercise would. You had to admit you were getting a little pudgy, but sitting in front of a computer for hours on end would do that to you. You swallowed the pills with the water without giving them a second thought and continued selecting and deselecting clothing styles.