Well, yeah.

"That sounds pretty hot," Natalie admitted. "But what kind of robot would you even become? Would you be a mindless drone, or a Terminator, or like an Ex Machina robot?"

"What do you want?" Naomi asked. "You can define it however you'd like."

"Maybe like a Terminator? You know, able to pass as human at a first glance but very obviously robotic if you get into a longer conversation."

Naomi nodded and her face went blank. She stopped massaging Natalie and stood. "I'm doing that now," she said. "It's strange."

"Yeah?" Natalie asked curiously. She sat forward, her bare breasts dangling above their coffee table. "How so?"

"I don't have any emotions at all," Naomi replied. Her voice wasn't robotic, but it was very matter-of-fact. "I'm mimicking human intonation and facial expressions, but only with a conscious effort. I wasn't designed to actually feel things, only give the impression of feeling them."

Natalie pulled her dress back up and looked Naomi over. Naomi stood looking at her placidly. She waved her hand in front of Naomi's face and Naomi silently tracked it with her eyes. She pushed her thumb into Naomi's left cheek. The soft flesh yielded pliantly and Naomi didn't react at all.

"So you're really robotic in there, huh? Not just acting like one?"

"Obviously I'm still flesh and blood physically," Naomi replied. "But my cognition and consciousness are now those of an automaton. I no longer feel boredom or anger or happiness. I can register pain and my body will react, but I'm unable to 'suffer' in any real way."

Natalie circled her girlfriend, observing her body from top to bottom. She gave her a swat on the ass to no reaction. Finally she spoke.

"Take off your top."

Naomi cocked her head slightly and brought her hands to her waist. In one fluid movement her top was in her hands and her modest breasts were visible. She brushed a strand of hair out of her face and smiled slightly.

"Do you like my boobs?" she asked pleasantly.

"Uh, yeah," Natalie said. "That's not a very robotic question to ask, though."

"It is for an intelligent robot. You clearly wanted me to undress so that you could see my breasts. I smiled and asked you if you liked them as a response to your command." She looked down at her chest, then up at Natalie again. "Feel free to touch them."

Natalie thought for a second. "Actually, I want you to touch them. Please jiggle them for me."

Naomi silently brought her hands to her chest and began to play with herself. She bounced her tits up and down, squeezed them together to give herself cleavage, and rubbed her nipples till they hardened.

Natalie watched, entranced. After a few minutes, she had an idea. She stood and walked away and into their bedroom. She checked her phone, waited a few minutes, and went back into the living room to find Naomi still smiling pleasantly at nothing and bouncing her breasts up and down.

"So you're just gonna keep doing that till I tell you to stop?" she asked. Naomi answered in the affirmative. "And you don't care what I do? I can leave for hours and when I come back you'll still be standing here playing with your boobs?"

"Correct," Naomi told her. "I can't get bored or frustrated. I'm a machine. I will bounce my tits until I become aware that you want me to stop."

"Are you still Naomi in there?" Natalie asked. "Do you remember being Naomi?"

"I have all of my memories, and I'm still Naomi," her girlfriend said calmly. Her breasts were beginning to redden from the manipulation. "My cognition and emotions and consciousness have shifted radically but I'm still myself. Would you like me to be someone else?"

"No!" Natalie said. "Of course not. It's just... this is a little weird. You're so neutral right now. Oh, hang on - I've got an idea!"

She led Naomi into the bedroom. "Take the rest of your clothes off and lie down on the bed. You can stop playing with your tits."

Naomi did as she was asked, lying nude on the bed and staring impassively at Natalie. "Now reach down and play with your clit," Natalie said.