Vanessa's 'weakness'

"Scanning for weaknesses..." a feminine robotic voice suddenly spoke, as blue holograms covered Vanessa's head. "Several weaknesses discovered, one solution found." The machine announced. "Heyy! I don't have any fucking weaknesses you stupid retard! I'm Vanessa fucking Sinclair!" Vanessa yelled at the chair, she hated being treated like a puppet.

"Well? What's wrong with her?" Markle asked the machine, ignoring Vanessa's whining. "Subject is too self obsessed and power hungry, which means she will not subject to any form of poop **** traits as she sees it as beneath her." The machine responded. Vanessa gasped in disgust. "How DARE you! I am not self obsessed you fucking tin can!!" Vanessa went crazy with her screeching and shouting, much to Markle's amusement.

"Well what's the solution?" Markle asked the machine, placing her hands on her hips. "Subject needs one week of constant pooping!" The machine responded. Vanessa was disgusted by what the machine just said, she was gobsmacked about how strange this whole situation was. "What the fuck is wrong with you people!!??" Vanessa yelled.

"Okay let's do that right away, I don't mind waiting a week." Markle instructed, taking a seat on the sofa so she could watch Vanessa from a distance. "Very well, Commencing program 72!" The machine announced, sending shivers down Vanessa's spine.