Doll 36987 Step forward!
A slight pain in the back of Alan’s neck warned him of the price of delay. He stepped onto the stage and released control of his new synthetic body, allowing it to move into the default pose it had been programed with. From the harshly lit square, he could barely make out the figures of men sitting around tables. One raised a square of paper.
Bid 3,200 from #8
Oh God, they were auctioning Alan off and he could do nothing to resist! He wanted to shout that he was a human being and that this was criminal, but neither of those claims would be true.
Alan had been frozen at the point of death. Over the centuries, even a frozen body degrades, so they uploaded his mind into storage. After the sim-war, AI was declared illegal. Replicated intelligence had no legal status, so the library of stored minds was tapped to fill the processing gap.
An hour ago, Alan awoke in the body of a female “Luv-Doll 8200” Sim drone. His mind was now the base operating system of every Luv-Doll 8200 in production.
Alan lived again, but the behavioral governors programmed into this new body meant that he was unable to deviate from the role of obedient sim-girl in any way.
SOLD to #6 for 5,300!
The light focused on a balding middle aged man who winked at Alan and blew a kiss.
The “Luv-Doll 8200” had a “Century Battery” Alan would spend the next 100 years as a toy for horny men.