Consciousness Transfer

— So, what's going on? Did you manage to connect? — Lexi asked impatiently, idly running her finger along the cheek of the lifeless android girl sitting next to her. Only her face looked human — the rest of her body was clearly robotic at its core.

— Almost, — Jade replied without looking up from the screen. Her fingers danced over the keyboard with a surgeon’s precision. — BIOS is activated, personality core loaded. Just need to sync her cognitive map... Hey, stop touching her…

— Oh, sorry, waiting around is boring, — Lexi scoffed, pulling her finger back and rolling her eyes dramatically. — And by the way. I'm the one who spent a whole week putting her together, not you. First I had to find compatible parts, then clean them up. You have no idea how hard it was to screw her damn head onto that body.

— Yeah, yeah, you’re the great tech-scavenger, I got it, — Jade shot back without turning around. — But if you poke her again and I catch a bug during sync, your little “doll” will sit there forever, silent and steaming out of her ears.

— I'd rather she started steaming out of somewhere a bit lower, — Lexi snorted, glancing at the android girl’s scrawny tits. — Did I tell you I installed fourth-gen thermo-elastic pads? With full tactile feedback. Just like real ones. Even the nipples react to temperature.

— Fourth-gen? You’re completely nuts, — Jade snorted, finally glancing at her friend. — Those are for elite models, for... wait, are you planning to whore her out at a club or keep her for yourself?

Lexi gave a predatory grin, leaning closer to the android’s face.

— Well... let’s get her working first. Then we’ll see. Worst case, I strip her down and resell the parts. Now stop getting distracted.

— Oh, forgot to ask your permission, — Lexi added with a smirk, then pressed a button and said loudly, — Done!

A sharp click echoed out, like something deep inside had just flipped into a new mode. The android jerked. The redheaded doll’s eyes clouded for a moment, then lit up. A light mist slipped from her lips as she let out a faint, hollow gasp — like she was remembering how to breathe.

— Ah... — she exhaled. Her voice was female, high-pitched, with a metallic edge, but there was awareness in her tone.

— Well hello, gorgeous, — Lexi sang lazily, placing the witch’s hat — the one she’d been holding on her hip — onto the girl’s head. — There. That’s yours now.

The android sat motionless, as if every movement took effort. She blinked, like she couldn’t believe she could do that again — to feel, to see, to hear. The hat landed gently on her head.

— I... — her eyes scanned the two girls and the space around them. It was clear that thousands of analytical processes were firing in her system, and the doll should’ve already assessed everything. But in reality, her expression said otherwise. First, confusion — then, a flash of fear. — What is... what are all these numbers and letters?! So much information! And what... what’s wrong with my voice!? Where am I?!

— Oh, now that’s something new. Alright then. Hey. — Lexi smirked, waving her hand in front of the android girl's eyes. — Your name’s Cassie. Or… maybe Katie? No, wait — Jade, what did you call her?

— Cassandra, — the girl with the laptop replied lazily, without looking up.

— Cassandra… — the android girl repeated mechanically, as if tasting the name. Then a sharp inhale, and... — My name is Cassandra... No! My name is Conrad Steele! I’m the owner of NeoGenSys Corporation!

For a moment, dead silence filled the room.

— What? — Lexi burst out laughing hoarsely, straightening up and slapping Cassandra on the shoulder. — Jade, did you hear that? She thinks she’s a dude!

— Yeah, I heard, — Jade replied from the floor, barely suppressing a chuckle. — Not just a dude — she thinks she’s a big-shot boss. Conrad Steele... that name rings a bell — she rolled onto her side for a better view of the screen. — I wonder what kind of module that is and who programmed it like that.

— I’m not joking! — Cassandra shouted, trying to stand up, but her body wouldn’t budge. She just jerked her head slightly, making the chair rock. — What the... Why can’t I move and... AAHH!

A loud, robotically distorted yet feminine scream filled the room as Cassandra looked down and...

— What the... what the fuck?! — she gasped, eyes wide with horror, her voice trembling with panic. — What IS THIS?! Why do I have a robot’s body?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! I DEMAND an explana—

— Whew... Thanks, Jade, I thought I was gonna go deaf, — Lexi exhaled when Jade turned down the volume.

— Yeah, her pipes are no joke, — Jade chuckled, tapping on the keyboard. — Looks like she really believes she’s some dude...

— Conrad Steele. I remember now! Ten years ago, that was all anyone talked about — when he set himself on fire in the lab on the top floor of the NeoGenSys tower, — Lexi finished, smacking her forehead.

Cassandra, meanwhile, had stopped trying to speak, realizing that all she was doing was opening her mouth. But when Lexi started talking about Conrad, she froze. With every word, her robotic eyes widened, like each fragment of Lexi’s speech resonated somewhere deep inside the core of her artificial mind.

A moment later, Cassandra began shaking her head violently from side to side, clearly rejecting what Lexi was saying.

— Maybe we should actually let her speak, since things are getting this crazy? — Lexi said, scratching her head and watching as “Cassie’s” emotions shifted brightly across her face. — I mean, it’s not every day the sex doll you assembled starts saying shit like that.

Jade gave Lexi a mildly annoyed look but tapped a few keys anyway. A moment later, Cassandra could once again fill the air with words, generated somewhere deep in her throat by her mic system.

— ...ex doll? Me...? This is a joke, right? This can’t be real… — Cassandra moaned, trying to take a deep breath and still not realizing she didn’t actually need to breathe.

— Activating all functions! — Jade shouted with excitement.

Instantly, something inside Cassandra’s chassis let out a soft hum. A strange impulse rushed through her body — as if dozens of new sensors had just activated within her. It used to be simple — logic, analysis, command. But now… she felt the weight of her own breasts, not as a fact, but as a sensation. The density of the pads, like real flesh, settled heavily against the chest panel. It was like a filter had dropped over her vision, making everything around her look beautiful, the colors way too vivid. And when she glanced at Lexi or Jade, detailed info about the girls popped up — their names, favorite pet names, even their sexual preferences.

— What... what did you do?! — Cassandra gasped in panic, overwhelmed by the flood of new sensations. Her voice trembled, and her jaw trembled with it. — Why... why do I feel like this... and why the hell do I know all THAT?!

— Pff... — Lexi exhaled, annoyed. — Knew there’d be compatibility issues.

— I told you not to reflash some rando's head into a high-end sex shell with adaptive erogenics, — Jade snorted, standing up slightly.

— What? What the hell are you talking about? What sex sh— — Cassandra started, but abruptly stopped, like she was trying to focus and block out the new sensations. — My name is Conrad Steele. My consciousness was supposed to be transferred into a backup host with full adaptive interface support. Looks like you found that host. But there was an error during the upload and my entire mind got transferred. Greg and the research team were supposed to activate me immediately, but it seems I was betrayed and... Ahhh… what is this...

Cassandra moaned sharply as Lexi touched her nipple — not just from surprise, but from the unbearable wave of sensation that surged through her new body. Her breasts — artificial or not — responded with an instant pulse, like real flesh had taken root in the plastic and silicone.

— Much better, — Lexi smirked, then lowered one of Cassandra’s own hands between her legs, making her jolt and arch her back in the chair — as much as the restraints allowed. A second impulse shot through the thin panels of her thighs and crotch — and if the breast sensations could still be rationalized somehow, what was happening between her legs now... was way beyond reason.

— AAHH… no… no-no-no! — Cassandra choked out, her eyes flying open so wide they looked ready to pop out. She desperately tried to avert her gaze, but her head refused to obey. — This... this isn’t my body! You can’t... you—

— We can’t? — Lexi repeated, almost offended. — Bitch, we found you in a junkyard. Pieced you together. Cleaned you up, patched you, upgraded you. You belong to us now, sweetheart. So quit it with the “Conrad”, “consciousness” bullshit... God, how boring.

— Don’t mention it, — Jade cut in suddenly, drawing Lexi’s attention.

— What are you talking about?

— You really can be dense sometimes, Lex, — Jade said with a wide, fake smile, then shouted — Cassandra! Identify yourself!

Something twitched on the android doll’s face. She flinched with her whole body, like she’d been shocked. A microsecond pause — and her voice, still echoing with metallic resonance, now came out a little softer, a little... sweeter, like the algorithm had adjusted to the tone:

— I... I am Cassandra. Model LX-FemCore. Designation... personal service, adaptive program for satisfaction and companionship. My core protocols: care, submission, fulfillment of owner desires...

— Now that’s more like it, — Lexi drawled with satisfaction and, unable to resist, gave Cassandra’s thigh a playful slap, followed by a quiet “clink.” — Look at her obey now.

— But… — Cassandra murmured, twitching her head slightly — I… This is all wrong… I can’t be... something like this! I’m an android! I’m a woman! Wait! No! No-no-no! That’s not what I meant! I—

— There we go, — Lexi laughed, nodding at Jade. — Now she gets what she meant.

— Yep, — Jade nodded, snapping her laptop shut. — ‘Cause I’m a professional.

— No... — Cassandra whispered, barely audible. Chaos roared inside: impulses, sensations, color overload, strange warmth between her legs and the heavy weight of her breasts, pressing against her with every passing second. — I… I’m an android. I am Cassandra… personal model LX-FemCore… I…

The words came out on their own, despite her desperate attempts to resist them.

— Hey Jade, maybe we should toss her in that caravan with the used dolls? — Lexi suggested with a smirk, adjusting the witch hat on Cassandra’s head. — Like, “exclusive model with residual AI.” Think the clubs would be into that?

— Nah. This ain’t just residual AI. She’s got reactive adaptive feedback. She’ll remember client preferences, adjust. Imagine it: “Alive. Almost real. Thinks she’s human, resists, but submits.” Guys would go fucking nuts for that.

— You have no right... — Cassandra started to say, but her voice shifted again into that pre-programmed tone. — I was created to... fulfill desires... provide care... companionship...

— Exactly, — Lexi winked at her, then added right away, — Cassandra, deactivate. Level — full reset to boot mode.

— N-no! Please! I—

But the words vanished instantly. Cassandra’s face froze. Her eyes slowly dimmed, leaving only unnatural calm on her expression.

— She’s off. Cute one, huh? — Jade stood up, stretched, and yawned.

— What an interesting preset. I wonder who the hell thought to program her like that, — Lexi replied, stepping closer and gently fixing the hat on Cassandra’s head. — Consciousness transfer… Too bad that’s impossible.