Monica-bot.

"Well, if Monica's bubbly girlfriend personality is making you uncomfortable, you could give her a different script." Daphne explained. "I suggest using the default script."

"Oooh, good idea!" Monica said. "I could try to make you less uncomfortable, but it's easier just to change my script. That's the whole point of golems!"

"Wait," Brad said. His briefs were still tented but he wore a look of concern. "Wouldn't that, like, erase you or something?"

Monica laughed and sat next to him on the bed. Daphne slipped out of the room, presumably to retrieve the scripts. "I don't think of it that way. I'm a golem, sweetie. That's our purpose; we do what the script says until we've either accomplished it or we're unbound. The idea that in two minutes I'll be a minimally sentient zombie without will or personality shouldn't disturb you any more than switching out video game cartridges. Of course I'm your loving girlfriend, and I'll be unfailingly loyal until the moment you die or I'm unbound."

"I don't know," Brad said. "Are you gonna remember this when you're... different?"

She took his hand in hers as she explained. "Not at all. Golem memory is a funny thing; it's not like human memory or digital storage. It's bound mostly to the combination of golem and script. If you put a different script in me, I'll only have vague, shadowy memories of what we're doing now. As soon as you put the girlfriend script back in, I'll have crystal clear memories of all the things I've done while bound by that script."

"And if I give the girlfriend script to Daphne?" he asked thoughtfully.

"No transference at all. She'll be a brand-new girlfriend, just like I was twenty minutes ago."

At that moment, the door opened and Daphne re-entered with the script case. With a benevolent smile, she asked what they were discussing.

"Oh, I was telling him about golem memories," Monica said. "He was worried about me! Isn't that sweet?"

"You're a really good guy," Daphne said. "You'll get used to golems soon. Now let's turn your girlfriend into a sex doll!"

She handed Brad the script with just a thin line of text. He touched Monica's forehead with his fingers, but hesitated. She smiled and put her hand on his.

"See you soon," she told him. He spoke the words and as expected, her smile vanished as her mouth shot open, her eyes turned white, and she collapsed. Brad grabbed the script as it fluttered to the floor and handed it to Daphne, who put it away. He placed the default script on Monica's tongue, touched her forehead, and said the activation word.

Instantly her body took on life again. Now that he was watching more closely, he could see dozens of tiny changes. Her back straightened, her muscles tensed and relaxed, and her chest began to rise and fall softly. She smiled placidly at the ceiling, awaiting a command.

"Um, stand up," Brad commanded her. She immediately did so. "Take off your clothes."

Monica pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She unclasped her bra, shrugged it off, and let it fall to the floor in front of her. Her face remained impassive.

Brad eyed her body. She wasn't his type, with petite, perky breasts, a short torso with well-defined abs, and generous hips. Still, there was no denying that she was incredibly hot. She stood passively in front of him as he eyed her body. He was slightly startled by a question from Daphne.

"What do you think is her best feature?" she asked, examining the nude woman. "I like her ass. It's full but not too full, and very tight."

Brad looked her over once more. "That face," he finally said. "She's got the face of a model. Her ass is ok, but I prefer yours."

"Of course you do," Daphne said. She turned to give him a view of it. "Would you like to touch it? It seems like you want to."

He approached her hesitantly and put a hand on her right cheek. Squeezing gently, he thought his boner would tear through his shorts. Monica looked on vacantly.

"Oh, come on," Daphne said sarcastically. "You can go harder than that." He slapped it lightly, relishing the jiggles.

"Harder." He slapped hard enough to make a loud noise.

"Harder!" He slapped with almost all of his might, making a harsh clapping sound and moving Daphne forward slightly. "Now you're getting it! We're yours, Brad! Use us!"