Viril, virtual, viral

Chapter 3: Mir

This time a model who brought a cat.

Pubeloform models were no longer being marketed, because a few squeamish oengists had made a scandal and had the amendment passed that robots (don't mention "artificial persons") have rights too, so they can't be mocked by throwing -i in all kinds of degrading cases.

So now you were finding humanoids or zoomorphs.

I don't like the thought of getting one in the form of a woman. I had the simulator at my disposal and a feminine presence, even if artificial, would have been left.

Besides, who knows if he wouldn't have found some pro-husband to pretend to be his wife?

Better not.

The cat seemed like the best option. I liked cats and then it wasn't like the real ones, they leave hair all over you.

I was petting her, purring, meowing, rubbing against my leg, shaking my pants with her tail.

I ordered it in turquoise fur with magenta squares. Synthetic (if we didn't assume the manufacturer had petted a real cat), but velvety and fluffy to the touch.

On the other hand, we did not find major differences compared to the previous model in terms of actions. Even the cat couldn't climb the walls to get me out of the cobwebs, and the flies were still too fast, even though he tried to catch them at play.

At first I thought it was strange that he was talking. I felt like Alice in Wonderland. I expected the cat to disappear into a grin or camouflage itself as a meleonic, but it didn't happen.

Right after I turned it on, it said:

"Give me a name! "

He was looking at me with wide yellow eyes, sitting on his hind legs.

"What's this rush? I will have time to call you as many ways as I want."

"Give me a name! Otherwise I can't function. "

"You're kidding? What kind of program is this? "

Not an answer.

"So then? That's how they programmed you from the factory... I mean not at all? "

She kept staring at me with her big eyes. I think he thought I was lazy to say the least. Or did he not have such qualifications in the program?

"Well, I'll give it to you then. Mir. My imagination isn't working for now. This is it: Mir. It is good?"

"Mir. Are you sure?"

"Let's say yes."

He began to roll his eyes, processing the new facts.

And so it remained.

Under the tail was a stop button. Even if it could bring up some unpleasant memories, you put your finger in there, spin it for a while until you heard a squeak, then the robot froze, as if it were a stuffed animal.

After I got tired of watching it, I turned it on again.

He looked at me reproachfully.

I tried once more, not out of any need, but to test my new godly powers.

Mir roared and spat at me.

The third time he bit me and scratched me. It was even equipped with feline weapons.

"What do you think you're doing? Don't you have anything else to do?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Despite your prejudices about artificial beings, know that it hurts us too when some scumbag pokes our ass. And besides, he cuts your life when he feels like it."

"Interesting with this pain, I also said to say something. So can it be created in the lab?"

"Leave those who attached pain sensors to me. You're the one who just gave me a hard time. And I'm not going to call the Protection of Animals or Artificial Persons, no, why do you think you are me? I'm going to scratch and bite you until you don't want to stick your finger in my ass again, do you understand?"

"Yes."

I was wondering if in the future the ban on accessing the button would not be dangerous, if not he was going to claim his supremacy.

Because, I was aware, he could beat me if the flakes that I don't have would jump.

And even at night, when he was charging his batteries with his eyes closed, I couldn't do anything. He could hear my footsteps in the distance and he was opening wide his eyelids over his big yellow eyes.

Among the instructions I had also found the possibility to program my purchased motan with a combination of desired personality types. Naturally, I was inclined to make him docile, industrious, silent and so on, but in vain I typed on the boxes with the respective types (sympathetically colored on the monitor I had attached to the feline head), that Mîr still on -his held it. I could not program his nature to my will.

Will this thing also cause problems for me in the future?

Should I try with a programmer or return it to the store?

That sometimes he did too much for the master.