Night reading

Brian exhausted himself before long, even with V doing most of the work, and had gone back to bed about midnight. That left V alone again, and this time Trip wasn't here either. She slunk into the couch and rested her cheek in her hands as she recalled the events of the day.

The boys had acted really weird, claiming she had attacked them the previous night, which she didn't remember at all. Ben even said she had hurt him! She couldn't believe that, it was completely contrary to everything in her programming to harm her owner. Well, unless it was during BDSM, but she wasn't designed for that either. But sure enough, she had left bruises on his neck.

Maybe someone else had done it? Had they erased her memory? The idea made her shudder. A memory wipe was one of the only things robot's truly feared, at least the ones that were smart enough to understand what that meant. Deactivation wasn't necessarily permanent, and even damage to the CPU might be fixed, but there was nothing that could reverse a memory wipe. She remembered one of her sister X-5's who was wiped was never the same again. She was never as intelligent as she once was, and her old personality never returned.

She found it odd though how she had been so turned on by reprogramming. Well, the men having their way with her mind was really hot, and she still had some memories, so if they _had _wiped her, obviously it wasn't a full wipe. So she knew she could still trust them which was a relief.

Meeting, and fucking, Ben's car had really fun too, and she remembered what Trip about Ben's type. Hot nerds, whatever the fuck that meant. She stroked her chin, thinking about how she could get Ben to fuck her one of these days. Bringing up her built in language dictionary, she looked up some keywords regarding stereotypes.

"So nerds are intelligent," V read, "And reading is considered an intellectual activity." Then she remembered the shelf full of books in her new room.

"Reading... books... THAT'S IT!"

Maybe she could impress Ben with knowledge of human literature. Throw on a pair of cute glasses, and she could pull off a sexy nerd in no time. She almost ran up the stairs and jumped into her bed. As she ran her fingers along all the covers, none of them particularly stood out to her at first. Then she did a double take at one with the word "Dick" in the title, which naturally grabbed her attention.

"Moby Dick?" she wondered aloud, "What is that a sperm whale? Oh a SPERM whale! Oh I hope this one's dirty!"

"Well that wasn't dirty at all, Ishmael!" she tossed the book at the wall behind her, "What else is here? "The Illustrated History of Motorcycles," maybe later. "Jaws?" Wait, sharks have two dicks don't they?"

"Dammit, Benchley! Why couldn't the shark just the rape the girl at the beginning?" V tossed it aside next to Moby Dick, "At least it wasn't just about using sharks for their resources. What else... Dracula? That's about vampires right? Sure, Vampires are sexy. But I swear, if it's about harvesting vampires for their resources-"

"So anyway," V explained at the breakfast table, "Moby Dick was a huge disappointment. He's a sperm whale, but at no point does he stick his Moby Dick into any buxom pirates."

"You expected that?" Ben asked while flipping a pancake.

"I don't know," V said, "I've never read any books before last night, so I didn't know what to expect."

"That book is huge," Ben said, "You read the whole thing?"

"I can take a snapshot of an entire page and convert the whole thing to text at once," she explained.

"So read the whole thing?" Ben asked skeptically.

"Well..." V said, "Not exactly. After the fifth or sixth passage about ambergris I skipped to the last few chapters to see how it ends. Tell me, does the crew ever gangbang any helpless mermaids or something?"

"No," Ben shook his head.

" Ugh, I didn't think so. Dracula was a little bit better," V admitted, "But not nearly as dirty as I hoped it was going to be, you know with vampires and all."

"You won't find too much erotica in Kate's library I'm afraid," Ben said, "She'd much rather have the real thing. Reading is sacred to her or something."

"Will I get to meet her?" V asked.

"Maybe," Ben said, "Bruce messaged me that he ran into her last night."

"How big are her tits?" V asked.

"You have a one track mind, don't you?" Ben smirked.

"I swing both ways," V said, "That's two tracks isn't it?"

"I guess..." Ben said as he finished making the pancakes. Deciding to do something nice for her, he poured some of the hot maple syrup into a coffee mug.

"Hey, V," he offered the drink to her and she squealed with delight then twirled back to the breakfast table as Brian walked into the room.

"Where's Bruce?" he asked.

"Meeting someone else on the team," Ben explained as he set the table, "So despite what happened the other day, I think we need to start testing V's combat functions."

"I saw that I have a martial arts module now," V said and imagined herself in a tight karate gi, "And something for handguns?"__

Do guys think women with guns are hot or something?

"You think that's a good idea?" Brian asked.

"We have to find out at some point," Ben said, "So V, after breakfast here, we're going down to the gym."