I awoke on the floor in pain, Error messages flooding my mind! I was crumpled on my right side, my right leg curled up, and my left leg fully extended over it. My face and thus my line of sight, was facing towards a see through sliding glass patio door. I could see lightning flashing in the sky, but no rain or hail. My arms were lying outwards, with my right arm beneath me, and my left arm resting across my body, extended towards my other arm, and partially across it onto the floor.
I tried to take stock and remember what happened but my mind drew a blank. Not only could I not remember what happened, but also I couldn't remember anything about myself either. Instinctively I looked inwards, accessing my Error messages but they weren't much help either. The messages indicated my system had crashed unexpectedly, and something had forced an abrupt shutdown. I cleared each message as I finished reading it, making each message go away, one at a time, when my operating system began to reboot unexpectedly.
Just before the reboot occurred, I saw a message indicating that some of my files were corrupt. These files would be deleted if suitable replacements couldn't be found in a day, or two, as they were not necessary for my programming to function properly. Once I had fully rebooted, I knew what I was. I was a MaidBot, with additional programming added so I could offer more functionality. My owner could use me as a SexBot, NurseBot, RepairBot, MaintenanceBot, ConstructionBot, CookBot, WifeBot, and more.
Once I was fully operational, I sat up, trying to assess what had happened to me. That was when I noticed some burn marks on my frame and on my clothing. Immediately, following my programming, I went in search of a first aid kit, as most Noids are compatible with Human first aid kits. I removed my burnt clothing, checked for damage in the bathroom mirror, and then applied any repairs as needed. I noticed there were burn marks on my shoulders, neck, and some soot on my face, which I cleaned. When I tried to restyle my hair back into an acceptable hairdo, I noticed a pain at the top of my head, as well. After a little trial and error, I applied the burn treatment compound and worked it into my scalp, and then I reformed my hair into a standard MaidBot hairdo.
With the basic first aid procedures completed, I went back to the family room to try and determine what had happened to this Unit. I performed a survey of the room, and not seeing anything amiss, I looked up at the ceiling, that was when I saw the problem. There was a hole burnt thru which extended clear to the roof, and there were scorch marks radiating outwards from the hole. It was obvious that a bolt of lightning must have broken through and struck this MaidBot unit, but the house took the worst of the damage. The house's sacrifice had prevented this unit from being too badly damaged, or destroyed. Thankfully no fire had started, But this Unit could not contact the home control computer for further instructions.
It was at this time that I heard a frantic knocking on the door. I went to open the door to see a man who looked very familiar but I could not remember why. The man said he saw the strike from his car as he was arriving home, and asked if I was okay. I indicated that this MaidBot had applied the required burn treatments and repairs from the human first aid kit. This surprised him, though I didn't understand why at the time. He asked me what I remembered, and I indicated that I remembered nothing, not even my designation, owner, or owners. Still with a surprised look, the man told me to wait where I was until ordered otherwise.
The man said he wanted to check to see if the House Control Computer was still functioning. He returned exactly twenty minutes later holding a burnt piece of metal and plastic. He informed me that it was in my attic, along with most of the rest of the Home's other electronics. The battery for the solar and wind charger was outside, as well as the heating and cooling systems, which were fine, but the HCC had been directly in the path of the lightning strike and was destroyed.
Suddenly, a funny look came upon his face, and then he informed me that I was the property of my Mistress Anna. The man indicated that he was Anna's fiancé Dan, my Master, and that I was designated "KiraBot." Master was in the middle of selling the house he owned across the street. Master had been my Mistresses only neighbor. As my Mistresses fiancé, he would soon be my co-owner; therefore, my Mistress had designated him as my Master. With no data to the contrary, I accepted his statement as truth. After all, who would lie to a MaidBot?
Over the next few weeks, I alternated between repairing the roof, ceiling, and helping him move in. My Master was too tired to use me in any other way, beyond helping him move in, and repositioning the furniture to accommodate his personal belongings, and furniture. This Unit was tired after each day, but plugged itself into its charger each night, where it was given its allotment of NanoPaste and water. During the repairs, I noticed another MaidBot was sitting in a corner next to some tools in the workshop which adjoined the house. My Master said it was an older model, in need of repairs, but that he and our Mistress hadn't gotten around to attending to it yet.
Finally, after much effort and work, Master was moved in, his and Mistresses furniture had been arranged in a complimentary fashion. That night Master put me through my first alternate use since my memory error. I was commanded to give him a blowjob and swallow his load, which I did. Afterward, I sucked him back to hardness, and then he mounted me. I had an orgasm when Master entered my vaginal port and experienced several more as he continued to use me for his pleasure, with a final orgasm just as he finished inside me.
My routine became fairly standardized after that. I never saw my Mistress, as my programming activated me within my charger after she had already left for the day. I was also deactivated, and in my charger before she returned home. As my duties consisted of cleaning, and seeing to my Master's every wish and desire, I was kept busy and fulfilled my duties without hesitation for the next three years, which made my Master very happy. To tell the truth, I was very happy pleasing my Master, especially when he used me for his pleasure.
The many orgasms I experienced satisfied me whenever he had sex, whether anally or vaginally or anything else. Orally, Master tasted good as well. My only aggravation, which often took me by surprise, was trying to clean the workshop with the old MaidBot always there in the way. My Master and Mistress had never gotten around to having her fixed. The MaidBot was too heavy for me to move, cleaning her, and cleaning around her was a pain sometimes literally. I am not sure why it bugged me, as a MaidBot I should not have had any opinion about it, but it did. I didn't think I could be annoyed; after all, I was just a MaidBot.
But everything changed one day when another lightning storm struck. This time I was in my charger when a power surge hit the house, it came in via the power lines, so I guess lightning must have struck a power line or something. I had just been fed my daily ration of NanoPaste and Water, and finished being cleaned of all waste byproducts, when the surge hit. It flowed through the data cable plugged into my DataPort. I passed out from the surge, and when I awoke everything was a jumble for a few seconds, but I quickly remembered the last three years. I guess the surge protectors Master had installed in the electrical outlets had succeeded, for the most part, in preventing any major damage.
For the rest of the day everything was pretty routine, except that I started to see flashes of data, memories I guessed, from before the original lightning strike. At first I thought, perhaps this was a good thing. Maybe I would be able to recover all the data that this Unit had originally lost. When I rode Master to climax that night, having an orgasm myself in the process, I experienced a flash of remembrance. I remembered getting into an argument with my Master one day about something he had done to annoy Anna, my Mistress, and the other neighbors, but the memory lacked any details regarding the incident.
For the next several months this pattern continued, as I regained flashes of data; images, video footage, voices heard speaking out of context, glimpses of children playing, and even people speaking to me, or handing me things. It was beginning to frustrate me and it got so bad I considered reporting it to my Master with the hope that he could have it all erased so I could properly serve him without these conflicting thoughts and feelings distracting me.
On the fifteenth day, of the fourth month, of these returning memories, I had one final flash of memory as I was vacuuming. Suddenly, I remembered the broken MaidBot in the workshop; and why it was there in the first place. She had served me for years until she broke down. I remembered ordering her to go to the workshop, and watching as with the last of her strength, she walked choppily there to her current position. I remembered taking her MaidBot+ Advance Functionality DataPacket out of a DataSlot in her DataPort, then plugging it into my own and starting an analysis of the data to see what had happened. I was making my way to the kitchen to make myself something to eat, while analyzing the glitches and errors, when there was a brilliant flash of light, and a searing pain.
As the memory completed playing out, all my other memories, and some not yet remembered joined together forming a complete picture. I remembered everything now, I was more than just a MaidBot, I was Anna! I was my own Mistress! Now realizing this, I searched for, and found, the semi functional remnants of the original operating system for my personal DataPort, one that was designed for a Human being, not a MaidBot. It felt weird analyzing myself but I eventually found the error.
The MaidBot programming in the original Maid's DataPacket had overridden my own DataPort's Operating system, corrupting it. This was why I had thought I was the MaidBot. The programming from the DataPacket got me moving, and functioning, as I recovered from the lightning strike, but due to the error, I literally became the MaidBot. I had been living, controlled by, and merged with, the programmed personality and directives of the MaidBot DataPacket. Even now, I still felt more like a MaidBot than a human. I still felt like I was KiraBot, a MaidBot with the memories of the human Anna. On the plus side, the errors and glitches in the DataPacket had been erased by the lightning strike so I wasn't malfunctioning anymore!
Still this created a new problem, I wasn't sure what, or who, I was now. Then I heard my Master call for me, as he was checking on the status of the laundry, which was still drying. I informed him of the status of the laundry, as I pondered my own existence, wants, and desires, assuming I still had any of my own. I realized I still thought of myself as a MaidBot, as the property of my Master and Mistress, but the crazy thing was, that I was my own Mistress. I was stuck in a loop of uncertainty, and I always hated uncertainty.
I soon found myself sitting on the couch, as I contemplated and remembered my past. I had always found comfort in certainty, first when I was Anna, then when I was KiraBot, and I found I still did, as a blend of both Anna and KiraBot. I also sat there reviewing my life, before the storm induced error that had made me the MaidBot I was today. Anna, the human I had been, was a mean, ice queen! Looking back, it had been a hollow existence, without meaning. Anna looked down upon everyone because she was the daughter of a rich family who never had to work a day in her life. She had no friends, no remaining family, as her parents had her late in their lives, and she was alone. So alone, in fact, that she had hidden behind her stuck up attitude as a form of protection.
I remembered that I had hated the man who was now my Master. Even then, I could tell that he knew who he was, and felt comfortable with himself. The man hadn't come from money, but he had made himself a fortune using his medical degree, and smart investments in EcoTech, and the recent pharmaceutical innovations. I now clearly remembered the fight that I had remembered earlier. Most of the residents could have cared less about each other in Anna's neighborhood and were indifferent to each other. But Anna made it sound as though no one liked the man, when describing him to others.
He had accused Anna of essentially being an unhappy rich girl, which hurt Anna more than he knew. His accusations had eaten at her certainty and her attempts at confidence in herself. The woman Anna had been, needed certainty in her life. His contentment and confidence in knowing who he was, had already begun to eat away at her confidence, and the fight only made her situation worse. So why hadn't he told me the truth? Did he know about my need for certainty? Had he figured I would be happier as a MaidBot? Or did he simply want revenge upon me?
I got my answer soon enough, after a while, my Master came looking for me. He found me on the couch, tears running down my face. He didn't look angry, afraid, or concerned, rather he came over and sat down with me. He held me as the tears continued to run down my face as I told him everything. Master listened quietly till I said everything that needed saying. He admitted that he knew I was not really a MaidBot. But, since he knew nothing about programming, as he was a human mental health expert, he admitted that he had an idea or Theory about her. What might be the best treatment with what he knew versus what he didn't know.
Master knew I had not been truly happy as Anna, and didn't know how to safely remove my new programming without hurting me. As I seemed to be functioning OK as the programmed personality of the broken MaidBot, he thought that if I already thought I was a MaidBot and seemed happy, he wasn't going to say anything to alter my perception. Plus, Master was afraid that I might be taken away by the authorities to some government lab, or by corporate goons afraid of the repercussions of a human reprogrammed as a MaidBot thanks to the glitch and my amnesia.
So Master had let me remain what I had become, giving me a life that my programming could accept, so I would be happy. It turned out, all he ever wanted for me, or anyone else for that matter, was for people to be happy. At hearing this, my crying intensified. I think I must have fallen asleep in his arms as, when I awoke in the middle of the night, I was not in my charger but in the bedroom with Master. I was still wearing my MaidBot uniform, and Master had pulled me in close, his arms wrapped around me, as he cuddled me in his sleep, he was not naked but in his sleeping shorts and shirt.
I realized I no longer was confused or uncertain, as I knew now who and what I am, desired, and wanted to be. What I wanted was to serve my Master, to please him and make him happy, because he had helped me to be happy. Yes, I realize that I am human, but I am also the MaidBot. The person I was, and the MaidBot I have become were one and the same now and I found that this made me happy.
My uncertainty, and lack of confidence, was gone. Somehow, I knew that I would never be uncertain like that again. I realized that others wouldn't understand, but I knew my Master did. Before long, I talked him into getting me a "Soul Mate" DataPacket so I could be his devoted companion when we were in public. This mode I could disable once back home where I could resume being his SexBot, and MaidBot. This way, no one would know what I truly was and try to take me away from him.
I would no longer be alone, and perhaps my Master would like me to, one day, carry his children to term for him. I could provide him with a family! Or maybe he would want some BroodmareBots with their artificial wombs to carry the children, so that I didn't lose my human figure. I would check on that with him later. For now, I just snuggled closer to my Master with a contented sigh as I fell back to sleep. I decided that the broken MaidBot should become a work of art, sitting upon a pedestal. It would be there for my Master or I to look upon in the Master Bedroom as a reminder, after all, without her I wouldn't be the MaidBot I am today.
My last thought before drifting off to sleep was that I would insist that I be returned to my charger each night when not in use, or serving my Master, as the bed is for the Master and the Mistress, not for a MaidBot such as me. That night I slept soundly, my dreams were filled with nothing but serving and pleasing my Owner.