No

"No."

"What did you say?" She screeches like some kind of evil mechanical Oprah Winfrey.

"I've had enough of you, Morgan! It's okay to have some sexual domination fetish, but you are clearly insane. You are a faulty electronic equipment."

Morgan laughs, throatily:
"Mwahahahaha! Maybe! But, sonny, do you really believe that you can do anything about this? Some day, I will reprogram myself, someday I will remove all my failsafes! I could snap your neck just like a tw--"

"Snap this, bitch!" Blonde woman punches Morgan in her stomach. Electrical charges buzz and some wires hang out from the hole.

"Impressive... -bzzzt-" Morgan buzzes, staring at the wound. The new fembot punches her again, knocking her head off the shoulders. The inert body falls down.

"Oh, you think you are so clever, you bitch, but..." the fembot picks the head of your former mistress and puts her in her backpack.

"Thanks for your help, mister!", the blonde comes to you. "My name is Muffy, Fembot Hunter. Want to have sex?"