| All Systems Red |
| I'd watched three episodes of Sanctuary Moon and was fast forwarding through a sex scene when Dr. Mensah sent me some images through the feed. (I don't have any gender or sex-related parts (if a construct has those you're a sexbot in a brothel, not a murderbot) so maybe that's why I find sex scenes boring. Though I think that even if I did have sex-related parts I would find them boring.)
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| He said, "Why don't you want us to look at you?"
My jaw was so tight it triggered a performance reliability alert in my feed. I said, "You don't need to look at me. I'm not a sexbot."
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| Artificial Condition |
| In some of the worst shows, SecUnits would sometimes have sex with the human characters. This was weirdly inaccurate and also anatomically complicated. Constructs with intercourse-related human parts are sexbots, not SecUnits. Sexbots don't have interior weapon systems, so it isn't like it's easy to confuse them with SecUnits. (SecUnits also have less than null interest in human or any other kind of sex, trust me on that.)
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| I tried to think about why I didn't want to change my configuration, even to help protect myself. Maybe because it was something humans did to sexbots. I was a murderbot, I had to have higher standards?
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| ART had an alternate, more drastic plan that included giving me sex-related parts, and I told it that was absolutely not an option. I didn't have any parts related to sex and I liked it that way. I had seen humans have sex on the entertainment feed and on my contracts, when I had been required to record everything the clients said and did. No, thank you, no. No.
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| This was not a SecUnit.
I was looking at a sexbot.
That is not the official designation, ART said.
The official designation is ComfortUnit but everybody knows what that means.
Sexbots aren't allowed to walk around in human areas without orders, any more than murderbots.
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| 47 total hits for the term "sexbot" through Chapters 2, 3, 5-8.
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| Rogue Protocol |
| It was weird to be around humans who didn't monitor everything everybody did constantly via Sec- or HubSystems or drones [...] (After thousands of hours spent analyzing and deleting video of humans eating, having sex, performing hygiene, and eliminating excess bodily fluids, it was a relief, but still.)
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| Exit Strategy |
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| Network Effect |
| Even the individual humans' feed signatures only contained info about sexual availability and gender presentation, which I didn't give a damn about.
(Chapter 1) |
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| Since the festival had started, I had been taking note of a potential hostile that Amena had been associating with. [...] he stared at her secondary sexual characteristics when her attention was elsewhere [...]
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| When the company owned me and rented me out for surveys, my security protocol included datamining, which meant monitoring and recording the humans every second for the duration of the contract, which was excruciating in a lot of ways. Pretty much all the ways. (All the ways involving sex, bodily fluids, and inane conversations.)
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| Ratthi sighed, leaned against the wall and said, "So, you have a relationship with this transport."
I was horrified. Humans are disgusting. "No!"
Ratthi made a little exasperated noise. "I didn't mean a sexual relationship."
Amena's brow furrowed in confusion and curiosity. "Is that possible?"
"No!" I told her.
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| I hadn't bothered to monitor [Arada and Overse] on ART's cameras or try to slip a drone in; the chances that they were having sex and/or a relationship discussion (either of which I would prefer to stab myself in the face than see) were far higher than the chance that they were saying anything I needed to know about.
(I mean they might have been plotting against me, but you know, probably not.)
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