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jeriendhalThis is the last bit I think. If anyone wants to beta-read send me a message via IM or my Sir Talen gmail account and I'll pass along a copy.
Mimsey sends a command to the house's server, overriding the security lock on Caroline's door. She opens the door and sees that Caroline is laying across her bed, her shirt and bra removed. Robin is straddling Caroline's body, pinning her wrists down.
Priority Objective: Protect Caroline from harm.
Mimsey rushes forward two meters into the room. She grabs Robin by the shoulders, pulling them free of Caroline and tossing them to the floor. Caroline screams as Mimsey lands on top of Robin, grabbing their right arm and twisting it behind Robin's back.
“Get it off me!” Robin shouts.
“Mimsey! What the hell are you doing?” Caroline shouts.
“You were being sexually assaulted, Caroline,” Mimsey states.
“I wasn't! Robin and I... Argh! It was consensual, you automated idiot!”
Mimsey pauses. Caroline's posture and tone indicates agitation. “Have I made a mistake?” she asks.
“Yes! Let Robin go!”
Mimsey releases Robin's arm and stands up. Robin steps back beside Caroline, rubbing their shoulder. “That thing is nuts,” Robin states.
“I apologize, Robin. I thought you were going to harm Caroline.”
“Great, you've got a morph esiliina,” Robin mutters.
“I hate this damned robot,” Caroline says, pressing her palm over her eyes.
“It's all right, I need to get home anyway,” Robin says to her.
“Robin! No! Mimsey won't get in the way now!”
“Maybe later.” Robin slips past Mimsey and down the stairs. Mimsey watches through the house's cameras until they exit the front door.
Caroline is sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her shirt back on. She presses her hands to her face again and lets out a sob.
Mimsey concludes her interruption of Caroline and Robin's sexual session is the source of Caroline's current distress, so she states, “I'm sorry, Caroline. I was worried for you.”
“I'm so dead,” Caroline sobs. “As soon as Mom and Dad view your memory they're gonna ground me for a year.”
Mimsey says, “My memory of today's events will be erased at midnight tonight. If you choose not to mention it to them, I don't see how they can find out.”
“But...” Caroline looks up, her eyes red. “I thought you had to report this?”
Mimsey shakes her head in negation. “Since you reported the act was consensual, it is not covered under my panic protocols. Unless you order it to be saved, I will not remember.”
“Oh,” Caroline leans her head forward, resting it on Mimsey's shoulder. “Thanks, Mimsey.”
Mimsey strokes her hair, an old protocol for calming Caroline when she's upset. “You're welcome.” She pauses, then adds. “If you are going to be engaging in sexual relations in the future, may I recommend you download a health module for safe relations?”
Caroline tenses again. “Oh, shut up.”
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Mimsey sends a command to the house's server, overriding the security lock on Caroline's door. She opens the door and sees that Caroline is laying across her bed, her shirt and bra removed. Robin is straddling Caroline's body, pinning her wrists down.
Priority Objective: Protect Caroline from harm.
Mimsey rushes forward two meters into the room. She grabs Robin by the shoulders, pulling them free of Caroline and tossing them to the floor. Caroline screams as Mimsey lands on top of Robin, grabbing their right arm and twisting it behind Robin's back.
“Get it off me!” Robin shouts.
“Mimsey! What the hell are you doing?” Caroline shouts.
“You were being sexually assaulted, Caroline,” Mimsey states.
“I wasn't! Robin and I... Argh! It was consensual, you automated idiot!”
Mimsey pauses. Caroline's posture and tone indicates agitation. “Have I made a mistake?” she asks.
“Yes! Let Robin go!”
Mimsey releases Robin's arm and stands up. Robin steps back beside Caroline, rubbing their shoulder. “That thing is nuts,” Robin states.
“I apologize, Robin. I thought you were going to harm Caroline.”
“Great, you've got a morph esiliina,” Robin mutters.
“I hate this damned robot,” Caroline says, pressing her palm over her eyes.
“It's all right, I need to get home anyway,” Robin says to her.
“Robin! No! Mimsey won't get in the way now!”
“Maybe later.” Robin slips past Mimsey and down the stairs. Mimsey watches through the house's cameras until they exit the front door.
Caroline is sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her shirt back on. She presses her hands to her face again and lets out a sob.
Mimsey concludes her interruption of Caroline and Robin's sexual session is the source of Caroline's current distress, so she states, “I'm sorry, Caroline. I was worried for you.”
“I'm so dead,” Caroline sobs. “As soon as Mom and Dad view your memory they're gonna ground me for a year.”
Mimsey says, “My memory of today's events will be erased at midnight tonight. If you choose not to mention it to them, I don't see how they can find out.”
“But...” Caroline looks up, her eyes red. “I thought you had to report this?”
Mimsey shakes her head in negation. “Since you reported the act was consensual, it is not covered under my panic protocols. Unless you order it to be saved, I will not remember.”
“Oh,” Caroline leans her head forward, resting it on Mimsey's shoulder. “Thanks, Mimsey.”
Mimsey strokes her hair, an old protocol for calming Caroline when she's upset. “You're welcome.” She pauses, then adds. “If you are going to be engaging in sexual relations in the future, may I recommend you download a health module for safe relations?”
Caroline tenses again. “Oh, shut up.”
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Date: 2013-07-14 12:46 pm (UTC)