Service Interrupt

"MPAD-24, is there a way to override the service protocol?" you asked. "Since my avatar is still operating, I must have some kind of special access privilege. Can we update 6T9 to the same level?"

"Priority level is not able to be modified without a full system reset," it replied.

"Fuck!" you groaned. That made sense since any kind of permission change could likely have widespread effects that would **** a full restart. However, doing that now would probably destroy this last copy of 6T9's personality, so that was out of the question. "OK, scratch that idea. Can we stop the service protocol?" You could not risk some automated function wiping out the work you were doing to try to save her data.

"Details for stopping the service protocol are not available," the robot replied. "Service protocol has been activated and is en route to the storage area."

"En Route?!" you exclaimed, and you immediately headed out to the hallway. Maybe you could stop it from reaching that area. As you turned to look down the hall, you froze. There walking toward toward you was an exact copy of 6T9, fully nude. "6T9!" you shouted, but it didn't acknowledge you. Instead she continued walking purposefully toward the door of the data storage area.

"Is that the service protocol? Why does it look just like 6T9?" you asked.

MPAD-24 replied, "Service function avatars use the default base form."

"Of course," you muttered. You'd recently overwritten her default using her humanoid form, so the service function had taken that appearance as well. You moved forward to intercept her and barely reached the door before she did. Still she continued forward, seeming oblivious to your presence. "I'm sorry about this, but you're not giving me much choice," you announced, and then tried to restrain her by grabbing her around the waist.

Her legs kept trying to move forward, almost like a wind-up toy, but she made no other movements to try to escape. Eventually, you managed to wrestle her to the ground and then straddled her to prevent her from being able to get up. Her legs kept moving as if she was trying to walk, but she couldn't stand up. Meanwhile, her face was completely expressionless, almost like a giant doll. The service protocol likely had very limited capability, and thus, this avatar was mostly just an empty shell. You could hold her here for a while, but not indefinitely. As you tried to think of a permanent solution, you realized that your over-sized dick was nestled between her lovely boobs, and her continued motions made them wiggle enticingly around your shaft. Normally you would enjoy this, but not under the current circumstances. Before you could dwell on it, she suddenly vanished, and you dropped to the floor. "What happened? Where did she go?"

"The service protocol exceeded it's time limit," explained MPAD-24. But before you could celebrate, you saw another version of 6T9 emerge from a door at the far end of the hall and begin walking toward you. "The protocol has been restarted," it added.