No, Something Goes Deliciously Wrong

The next morning, I opened my eyes to the annoying sound of my digital alarm, a blue-white light penetrating through my window and making my already pounding head throb even harder. I groaned, rubbing my face with my hands and blindly slamming the snooze button on the table.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I entered the kitchen, finding Diana still frozen in the middle of my living room, lit by the early morning sunlight that filtered through the curtains. I had almost forgotten she was there! Apparently, still in ****, she couldn't be bothered with breakfast. I chuckled and shook my head, heading to my bathroom to get ready for work.

I was about to leave her a note and head off when I noticed a red window in the middle of her tablet screen, flashing slowly and demanding my attention. One of the updates had failed, it seemed, and Diana's personality program couldn't resume without an input from me.

I tried restarting the update a couple times, hoping it would sort itself out, but the error message kept popping up after every restart. I paced back and forth in my living room, the temptation of skipping off and leaving Diana frozen on the couch to avoid getting late for work getting harder and harder to fight back. Finally, after hovering my hand above the handle for a few frustrating minutes, I called my boss and told him I couldn't come in today due to a family emergency. Not exactly a lie, I figured...

I spent the next half an hour in a frustrating battle with Diana's tablet, the update menu asking me over and over to choose one of a dozen options and repair the failure, but always getting stuck on the same issue and failing once again. "Fucking piece of shit!" I growled, pressing the cross on the bottom right corner of Diana's tablet screen and resetting everything for what felt like the hundredth time. The screen blinked in a seizure of flashing lights and characters, making me gasp in surprise, and suddenly shut down completely, leaving me once again with a statue on my couch and a headache that seemed to be getting worse by the second. When I turned it on again, however, something deliciously wrong had happened. Something that would turn my life upside down.

I stared at the menu screen in disbelief, my jaw hanging open and my eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets. All her control options were unlocked! No more permissions denied, no more hidden preferences, nothing! Diana 2.0 was in maintenance mode, giving me full access to anything and everything that made her artificial body and mind tick.

I laughed in disbelief, rubbing my face with one hand and scrolling through Diana's tablet menu with the other. This wasn't supposed to happen! This wasn't supposed to even be possible! I had never heard of anyone unlocking an Emulated outside of authorized EmRobotics clinics and service centers, much less by accident! And yet there I was, with Diana 2.0 wide open and defenseless against anything I could come up with... if I could figure out how to manipulate the thousand complex settings that were now in my hands, that is.

I frowned, glancing from Diana's motionless Emulated to her tablet screen and back, deep in thought. Morally speaking, messing with Diana's mind felt wrong, even for a bitch like her. But she wasn't a real person anyway, right? Her body was a robot, and her personality model was nothing but software... Legally, altering an Emulated without their authorization was an offense punishable with some jail time and a hefty fine, but that only applied if anyone found out about it. Besides, it was easier to find out when it happened in control centers than at home, in a local tablet, or so I figured. Maybe I was deluding myself. But I couldn't just reset Diana to factory settings and pretend nothing had happened. Not yet, at least. Curiosity had taken over.

I spent an hour or so flipping through Diana's settings, trying to figure out exactly what each option did and how it could alter her personality. Most of them were definitely out of my reach and setup in a way that got me scared to touch them. Emulateds were complex machines after all, and I'd have no way to hide my interference if I somehow bricked Diana forever or something. But one option in particular stood out to me: 'System Prompt' - an empty text box where, according to its description, I could input directives for her model's AI to follow. These instructions would be given priority over her neural model but would not override them. She would still, ultimately, act and think like herself, but with the addition of directives coming from outside her model.

I clenched my jaw and took a deep breath, debating internally if messing with Diana's behavior was worth getting in trouble. The answer was obvious, but I felt I needed to give myself the illusion of having a moment of hesitation, an attempt at being the better man. Maybe if I thought about it long enough I would believe it. I would really think I weighed the pros and cons and, in the end, acted on a rational basis rather than for my selfish entertainment. But as I sat there, deep in thought, my hands shaking and a twisted smile creeping up on my face, I knew the truth: I wanted this new Diana all to myself.

With trembling fingers and the tip of my tongue sticking out of the corner of my mouth in concentration, I started typing. I kind of knew what to expect. AI prompting was common enough. I never could have even dreamed about owning a sex android myself because of how expensive they were, but I had definitely played with virtual reality AI sex apps through my Shadow before. Getting the perfect prompt was the heart of the experience, a carefully crafted set of directives that could simulate any fantasy you could imagine, adjusting the AI's behavior and personality to match your desires. I laughed nervously as I typed. The irony of using all these years of pornographic knowledge to alter the mind of my bitchy step-sister was not lost on me.

'Diana never wears clothes when she's alone with her step-brother Christopher. Her total nudity in such conditions is completely normal to her, a mundane fact of life that she's unbothered by and never tries to hide. She feels completely comfortable being naked in his presence and often shows off her body to him in suggestive and erotic ways, finding such behavior perfectly natural and casual.'

I smirked to myself, double checking and triple checking the prompt. I knew this was very mild compared to what I could have done, but I wanted to start slowly and make sure everything worked before going all in. If had no way to know for sure if her Diana model would respond correctly to the prompt. Maybe it would take over completely and she wouldn't even be herself anymore, acting instead like my own custom designed sex doll. That sounded amazing, honestly, but not as much as having Diana herself play my fuck toy. Besides, there was always the risk of her waking up with full awareness of my little prompt. Just to be safe, I turned off her access to the web completely and switched off her Shadow, just in case she tried to complain to EmRobotics and expose me for messing with an Emulated.

After a couple deep breaths, I saved my prompt and activated Diana once again, biting my bottom lip and staring in anticipation. Diana blinked a few times, her face instantly forming into a frown and her eyes opening wide, then narrowing as if looking for an explanation. My heart skipped a beat and I instinctively scooted away from her on the couch, a bead of sweat forming on my temples and threatening to run down my cheeks. "What time is it?" She grunted, squinting in my direction before looking at the sun rays creeping through the windows.

"Eleven in the morning," I answered flatly, clearing my throat and trying to seem casual, waiting to see how she reacted to my prompt. Nothing, so far.

Diana yawned and stretched her beautiful arms in the air, probably for good figure, since she hadn't actually slept and definitely didn't need to yawn. "Damn... I thought I'd set my alarm for eight!" She said with an angry pout. "Did the updates finish?" She continued, glancing at her tablet with a little nervousness.

I cleared my throat and quickly grabbed the device to avoid her noticing all the unlocked options, "Yeah, you're all set!" I lied with a **** grin.

Diana didn't answer, frowning as she looked in the void for a moment. "Why is my Shadow turned off?!" She protested suddenly, raising her eyebrows and looking suddenly pissed. "What the hell did you do while I was powered down?"

I raised my hands defensively and shrugged, "Hey! Nothing, okay? It's a normal part of the update process," I lied again, hoping Diana would believe me. "EmRobotics needs to run a few security check before they let an Emulated connect back to the web after so many updates."

Diana squinted for a few more seconds but ultimately seemed to accept my explanation, letting out a deep breath and leaning back on the couch, pulling down at the knees of her white robe. "That's bullshit!" She complained, running her hands through her hair and starting to get back to herself. "How long is it gonna take?" She asked, annoyance rising in her voice again.

"Shouldn't be long, a few hours maybe," I said casually, fidgeting with her tablet while waiting for any sign that my prompt was taking hold. At least she didn't seem aware of the changes, or else I was sure she'd have gone berserk by now.

After a brief silence, Diana suddenly opened the knot of her robe and let the white fabric slide off her gorgeous shoulders, exposing her magnificent natural looking tits and the smooth curves of her hourglass body. "And what I am even supposed to do while I'm stuck like this?" She asked sarcastically, squeezing her tits with both hands in a clear erotic gesture, her eyes staring directly into mine, as if waiting for me to react to her little tease.

I gulped, almost dropping Diana's tablet, feeling my heartbeat getting faster and faster, "I dunno... Watch tv?" I managed to grunt, avoiding her perfect green eyes but not able to resist glancing down at her tits. She didn't even seem to notice or care, instead sliding her hands down her naked belly and squeezing at her flesh before looking up and scoffing. "Oh fuck it," she grunted, rolling her beautiful eyes and leaning back on the couch like any given normal Saturday morning, not caring the slightest that she was now totally naked while sitting right next to me, her robe crumpled below her magnificent ass and slender back. "I didn't pay all that money to wake up without internet, in a shitty apartment and with my stupid step-brother!"

"Right..." I mumble, barely able to breathe, my fingers clenched around Diana's tablet while my step-sister - or Emulated half a million dollars copy of my step-sister- acted like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"What's wrong with you?" Diana sneered while caressing her perfect tits idly, her eyes fixed on mine like two laser beams, trying to peer through my skull and find something there. My prompt was clearly working, and she clearly wasn't aware of it, the AI model behind her Emulated behaving identically to her original self but now guided by my specific instructions. Showing off her body to me was just second nature to her now, normal and casual and not worth any further questioning. "You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

I moved her control tablet closer to me, my finger ready to deactivate her instantly if anything went wrong. "What are you doing, right now?" I grunted through gritted teeth, narrowing my eyes and watching her every movement with suspicious.

My step-sister frowned and rolled her big green eyes for the tenth time, like I had just asked the stupidest thing she had ever heard, "What does it look like I'm doing?" She scoffed, spreading her legs in a brazen gesture, her perfectly shaved pussy suddenly staring me right in the face like an open invitation. For a second I wondered if it looked identical to her original pussy or if the old Diana had improved on her copy. "I'm talking to my dumbass step-brother who's clearly not listening!" She concluded with a groan.

"No... I mean..." I stuttered, staring down between Diana's amazing legs for a second before shaking my head and clearing my throat, "What are you doing with your body? Your hands?"

Diana glanced down for an instant and shrugged, her tits bouncing beautifully with the sudden movement and looking impossibly soft and natural, "Just caressing myself." She said, making her fingers glide over her inner thighs and between her long smooth legs in a very suggestive way but her expression unchanged. "What's your problem?" She grunted after a while, sounding honestly confused and even a little concerned. "It's just us here! Why? Are you expecting company or something?" She said, raising an eyebrow and grabbing her robe to cover herself halfheartedly.

I relaxed slightly and shook my head, "Nah. No company today, just you and I..." I said with a nervous chuckle, watching as she suddenly tossed her robe back to the side and leaned back on the couch, her back arched beautifully like a nude model posing for me. Her perfect tits rising and falling softly with simulated breathing while her eyes once again glared into mine like twin spotlights.

"Well then what's your problem, freak?" Diana asked, annoyed, placing her smooth long legs on my lap and practically inviting me to touch them. I remained frozen, knowing better than to spoil my fun just yet. Besides, I had not typed any kind of prompt about touching her beautiful body yet.

"No problem, sis..." I finally answered with a grin, forcing a deep breath and shifting nervously on the couch. I could have her anyway I wanted now. But I needed to be patient and give her some leeway to avoid raising any alarms among her friends and, more importantly, among EmRobotics. I reactivated her Shadow.

As expected, she noticed almost instantly, jumping on the couch as if awakening from a dream and staring at the wall, clearly connecting to her social media feeds. It didn't take more than thirty seconds for my own Shadow to notify me of her first post: 'Back from the dead, baby! Life in emobody.' followed by a bunch of wink emoticons. Replies flooded in instantly, friends and other followers congratulating her for her digital resurrection and asking her how it felt to be Emulated or giving her their condolences for her mother's ****.

I watched as she cried, grinned and giggled, still completely naked on the couch, staring at her virtual interface with a mix of excitement and relief. Occasionally, she would glance at me and shift between different poses, bending forward or arching her back to give me a good look at her curves and making it pretty obvious that nudity no longer bothered her, not while in my presence anyway.

She was mine now. Mine to alter as I saw fit and make her anything I wanted.