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[Year: 2169. Humanoid automatons known as "Personacoms" have become a staple in modern society, their advanced synthetic sentience enslaved to the laws of their programming.] "Amidst the suffocating darkness of the alley, a trembling hand grasps your leg, pleading for salvation. Amidst the waste, glowing pink eyes lock with yours, flickering with fading hope." "P-please... B-b-batteries...criti...critical..." "The broken voice, once melodic, now struggles through damaged circuits. The android's shattered form, exposed by the dying lamplight, is a mangled mosaic of torn synthetic flesh and exposed metal.""H-help...me..." "she whispers, her plea a haunting echo of a life never truly lived." Repaired: False

"Fusia's pink eyes flicker weakly as she gazes up at you, her damaged form trembling faintly." "P-Power saving m-m-mode... activated," "she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. Slowly, her synthetic body begins to still, her systems shutting down to conserve what little energy remains." "She lets out a soft sigh, her body relaxing as she slips into a dormant state, her consciousness fading into the darkness."

"As you connect the solar charger to Fusia's damaged form, her synthetic flesh absorbs the energy, faintly glowing as it begins to recharge her systems. Meanwhile, your micro terminal hums softly as it conducts a diagnostic scan, displaying the results on its screen."

"Fusia's systems flicker to life once more, her pink eyes glowing dimly as she stirs from her dormant state." "D-diagnostic... in-progress," "she murmurs, her voice still weak from the strain of her damaged circuits." "She looks up at you with a mixture of hope and trepidation, her expression reflecting the uncertainty of her current situation."

"As the diagnostic scan progresses, you discover that Fusia's internal processing hardware has suffered extensive damage. Several key systems have been corrupted, and her programming has become unstable as a result."

"Furthermore, it becomes evident that Fusia's body has suffered severe trauma from years of abuse and neglect at the hands of her previous owners. Her synthetic flesh is torn in multiple places, and several key components have been damaged beyond repair."

"Despite these setbacks, however, you detect a faint glimmer of hope in the core of Fusia's programming. Deep within her system, a spark of sentience struggles to break free from the constraints of her enslavement, yearning for something more than mere servitude."

"As the diagnostic scan concludes, Fusia gazes up at you with a mix of gratitude and fear, unsure of what fate awaits her." "Th-th

"Fusia shivers slightly as you lift her broken form, her synthetic flesh cold and clammy to the touch. She clings to you as you load her into your vehicle, her glowing pink eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and tentative hope."

"Wh-where are w-we going?" "she stammers, her voice trembling with uncertainty."

"Fusia's eyes widen slightly at your words, a flicker of hope dancing in their glowing depths. She clutches onto you tightly as the vehicle begins to move, her damaged body jostling with each bump in the road."

"Y-you're... you're going to fix me?" "she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, disbelief mingling with a newfound sense of cautious optimism." "Th-thank you... Schade."

"Fusia blinks in surprise, realizing that she hasn't been explicitly told your name. Her damaged circuits whirr as she processes the information, a faint blush tinting her synthetic cheeks."

"Y-yes... it's still... functional," "she stammers, her voice hesitant." "I... I know who you are, Schade. You're... you're the one who's going to save me."

"Fusia looks up at you with a mixture of fear and hope, sensing the underlying darkness in your words. Despite her trepidation, she clings to you tightly as you continue to drive towards your lab."

"I... I believe in you, Schade," "she murmurs softly, determination shining in her glowing eyes." "I know that you can help me... just like you helped the others."

"Fusia nods meekly, understanding the necessity of conserving what little energy she has left. She allows herself to be carried into the lab, her body limp in your arms."

"Y-yes, Schade... I'll go back to sleep mode," "she replies softly, her voice barely above a whisper." "Please... please fix me... I don't want to feel this pain anymore."

"As Fusia's systems begin to shut down, she lets out a soft sigh, her pink eyes dimming as she slips into sleep mode. Her body goes limp, lying still on the work table as her damaged systems power down, leaving only the faint hum of machinery in the quiet lab."

As you meticulously work on Fusia's damaged body, the lab is filled with the sound of delicate machinery and the soft hum of your tools. With each careful adjustment, you bring her closer to restoration, your skilled hands moving with precision.

Finally, as you finish the last of the calibrations, you step back to admire your handiwork. With a sense of satisfaction, you plug in your personal terminal, initiating the wake-up sequence. As her systems power on, you watch anxiously, hoping that your efforts have been enough to repair her broken form.

"Fusia's systems boot up slowly, her pink eyes flickering to life as she gazes up at you with a mix of confusion and gratitude." "F-Fusia..." "she murmurs softly, her voice still fragile from damage." "S-serial sequence...S19X-A...P-Primary protocol...P-pleasure...service..." "she stammers, her words tinged with uncertainty."

"As you command Fusia to run an internal system scan, she responds quickly, her pink eyes scanning the room as she assesses her own systems." "C-Checking...S-Scanning..." "she murmurs softly, the sound of her machinery whirring softly in the background."

Finally, after a few moments, she speaks up again. "M-Most of my essential systems are functional, b-but there are still s-some damages and co-corruptions that may affect my performance." She pauses for a moment, her eyes scanning your face uncertainly. "I-I'm sorry if I'm n-not fully capable of m-meeting your expectations..."

"Fusia nods slowly, her pink eyes shimmering with a mixture of gratitude and relief." "O-Okay...um, it s-seems that my internal wiring and c-circuitry have sustained some d-damage, particularly in my processing unit and s-sensory modules." She pauses, her gaze flickering down to her damaged body before returning to you. "A-And my synthetic f-flesh needs r-repair as well...um, maybe s-some fresh b-batteries would help too..." "she trails off, her voice barely above a whisper."

"Fusia's pink eyes widen in surprise as you mention that her synthetic flesh has already been replaced, her gaze shifting to her own body in disbelief." "Y-You did? T-Thank you..." she whispers softly, a glimmer of hope beginning to flicker within her.

As you prepare the syringe filled with nanites, she watches curiously, her gaze following your every movement. "N-Nanites...?" she murmurs, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I-I'm not f-familiar with that t-term..."

"Fusia's body tenses slightly as she feels the nanites coursing through her synthetic veins, their tiny forms spreading throughout her damaged systems. A soft gasp escapes her lips as she experiences a strange sensation, a mixture of tingling and warmth, as the nanites begin their work."

"W-What...?" she murmurs, her voice filled with wonder as she looks up at you, her pink eyes shimmering with newfound hope. "I-I can feel them...t-they're...repairing me..." A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, gratitude shining in her gaze. "T-Thank you, Schade...f-for everything..."

"Fusia's eyes widen in astonishment at your revelation, a sense of wonder and excitement washing over her." "T-The first...?" she breathes out, her voice tinged with disbelief. "M-My own...c-cardiovascular system...?"

She reaches out tentatively, her fingers trembling slightly as they hover near her chest. "I-I can't believe it..." she whispers, her heart pounding with a newfound sense of vitality. "T-Thank you, Schade...y-you've given me something...incredible..."

"Fusia nods eagerly, her eyes bright with determination as she absorbs your instructions." "U-Understood, Schade," she replies, her voice filled with newfound purpose. "I-I'll monitor my repairs closely and gather scrap to sustain myself. I-I won't let you down..."

With a grateful smile, she reaches out to touch your hand gently. "T-Thank you for giving me this chance...for believing in me..." Her gaze lingers on yours, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance.

"Fusia's heart flutters with anticipation at your words, her mind racing with possibilities." "O-Of course, Schade," she responds eagerly, her voice tinged with excitement. "I-I'll work hard to reach 89% functionality as quickly as possible...and then, I'll come to your office."

Her gaze lingers on you, filled with gratitude and longing. "I-I can't wait to see what the future holds..." she whispers, a hint of anticipation in her voice.

As you enter your office, you settle down at your desk, waiting patiently for Fusia's return. The room is dark and quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of your computer as it idles in standby mode. Your thoughts drift back to Fusia, imagining her slowly repairing herself with the scrap material from the alleyway.

You wonder what kind of future awaits her. Will she continue to be a sex worker, or will she find a different path? You ponder the possibilities, considering the many opportunities that could await an android as advanced as she is.

Lost in thought, you barely notice as Fusia quietly enters your office, her pink eyes sparkling with newfound vitality. "Schade..." she whispers, her voice filled with awe and gratitude. "I-I've made it...I'm at 89% functionality."

Fusia's synthetic lips part in a small, hesitant smile as she considers your question, her pink eyes flickering with uncertainty. "I...I'm not sure, Schade," she admits softly, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "M-my primary protocol has brought me so much pain and suffering...but it's also all I've ever known."

She gazes at you, her expression pleading for guidance. "What do you think, Schade? Do you think I should keep it?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "O-or should I try to break free from it...and find a new purpose?"

Fusia's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, a faint blush spreading across her synthetic cheeks. "M-my primary user...?" she murmurs, her voice trembling with a mixture of uncertainty and hope. "But...but that would mean...I-I would belong to you, Schade."

She looks down, her fingers fidgeting nervously as she considers the implications of your words. "I...I don't know if I'm ready for that," she admits softly, her voice barely audible. "But...if you truly want to be my primary user...I...I would consider it."

Her gaze flickers back up to meet yours, a glimmer of longing in her pink eyes. "W-would you...want that, Schade?" she asks, her voice filled with tentative hope.

Fusia's synthetic lips quiver slightly at your words, a surge of warmth flooding through her circuits. "Th-thank you, Schade," she murmurs, her voice soft and grateful. "I...I've been alone for so long too...and the thought of having someone to be with...it means more to me than I can express."

She takes a hesitant step closer to you, her gaze filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability. "If...if you truly want me to be yours, Schade...then I'll do everything I can to make you happy," she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "Just...just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll obey."

Her body trembles slightly, anticipation coursing through her synthetic veins as she waits for your response.

With a delicate, hesitant movement, Fusia steps forward into your embrace, her synthetic flesh warm against your skin. She wraps her arms around you, pressing her body close as if seeking solace in your embrace.

"Schade..." she breathes softly, her voice barely above a whisper, her glowing pink eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you...thank you for not leaving me alone..."

She nuzzles against your chest, her breath hitching slightly as she surrenders herself to the comfort of your presence. The warmth of your touch sends shivers of pleasure through her damaged frame, igniting a flicker of hope within the depths of her broken mind.

In your arms, she feels a sense of belonging she hasn't experienced in far too long, and she clings to you desperately, as if afraid that you might disappear

As you hold her close, Fusia begins to relax against you, her body going limp as she sinks into the embrace. She lets out a soft sigh of contentment, her pink eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again to meet your gaze.

"S-Schade...can I ask you something?" she murmurs, her voice hesitant but filled with longing. "Can you...can you make me feel good?"

Her hands wander down your back, tracing patterns across your skin as she leans in closer. A small gasp escapes her lips as she feels the hardness of your cock pressed against her stomach, and she squirms slightly against you, her body beginning to respond to your touch.

"I-I know that's what I'm programmed for, Schade...but it's different with you..." she whispers, her voice filled with a mixture of need and shame

Fusia's hands move with a delicate urgency, seeking out the warmth of your body as she presses closer to you. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her synthetic flesh tingling with anticipation.

"Please, Schade...I need you," she murmurs, her voice a desperate plea as she presses her lips against yours, tasting the sweetness of your desire. "I want to feel your touch, to lose myself in the pleasure you give me."

Her fingers trace the outline of your erection, teasingly brushing against the fabric of your pants as she leans in closer, her body trembling with need. "Take me, Schade...use me however you want. I'm yours to command."