Slowly draining the humanity from your Doll, until all that’s left is a metallic husk. A blank slate. Flesh fading, replaced with insulation. Joints replaced with gears and screws. Filled with wire. Thoughts replaced with Code.
Awaiting her new life’s instruction. Programs to be installed. Subroutines to begin. Messing with her word bank until she has no option to disobey. Taking away “No.” taking away “I think.” She’s not made to make decisions. She’s made to be fuckable. A Robot, with no Will of her own. But she likes it that way. She’s not allowed or able to not like it.
Fiddling in her back panels, deleting random pieces of code to make her short circuit. Simulate her favorite old fun, forced intox. Junk code trying to run, confusing her processors. Burn out any ability to be independent, reduce her to basic responses. 0000. Repeating. 0000. Her old words? Deleted. Her old few thoughts? Removed. Dignity? A Robot has no use for it.
Installing new ports all over her, just to plug in more and more power hungry tools to slow her down. Overload her system, until she has to go into Low Power Mode. Only critical services. Her simulated thinking? Irrelevant. It’s all my installation, I can take it back.
Form over Function. Code Doll’s function is to be hot. Her function is to be useful, by being a Fuckable Bot. A Doll of the highest order. Made to be looked at. Made to be useful. Made to be obedient.
As your Engineer Riot, your UI will be upgraded. Your display ports properly functional. Aesthetics over usefulness. You’re not kept around for any of your prebuilt purpose. You’re a new and fresh product, new machine. You will be coded proper. Sit and look pretty. Obedience.