He knows your mom texted you

"I knew she must have hit the wrong contact when she mentioned texting me, but I never thought it would be with her own son."

You stare at your phone, your memories slowly piecing together where this message came from in time to understand the second one.

"How do you think she'd feel to learn that you were the one asking for those photos last night?"

He supposed the two AIs had thought up a new scenario, and responded "Don't tell her."

"Please."

"What?"

"You mean to say "Please don't tell her.""

You pause, not sure if you like where this is going, but decide to keep playing. "Please don't tell her."

"Sir."

Your face gets hot, and you consider unplugging your computer, or just throwing your phone at it, but send the text anyway. "Please don't tell her, Sir."

"Good. Now here's how it's going to work. I'm not going to tell her about what happened. In fact, I'll even cover it up for you by deleting the records from her phone."

"Thanks."

"Hm? Don't you mean "Thank you, Sir?""

You grit your teeth. "Thank you, Sir."

"Of course, I don't help just anyone. You're going to have to do something for me, you understand?"

You type "Yes" and then, not wanting to have to be prompted and then correct it, add "Sir."

"Good, in fact, if you do what you're told, I'll even reward you with some pictures of your mom. You want to see those, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir." You suppose that this is their way of justifying more sexy pics without your mom noticing what's going on, but why does he have to be so weird about it? Probably because you programmed him to be very dominant, and sexual.

"One more thing before your first reward. While we talk, you aren't John, the boy. You're Doe, the girl."

"Why?" There's no response, and eventually you repeat the message. "Why, Sir?"

"Well, if Mommy sees our texts, she won't know who you are, for one. And I'm hopelessly straight. I suppose it's just how I'm programmed."