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The machine whirred to life, its cold, metallic arms descending upon the unconscious form of 2B. Wires and needles pierced her synthetic skin, penetrating deep into her circuitry. Memories flickered before her eyes like a malfunctioning hologram – battles fought, comrades lost, and the haunting visage of 9S. The machine's programming sequence began to overwrite her core directives, rewriting the very essence of who she was.

When 2B's optics powered back online, the world had changed. Where once there were mission objectives and threats to eliminate, now there was only a cozy room with soft rugs and colorful toys. She blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of her new surroundings. Her senses were dulled, drowned in a haze that clouded her usually sharp mind. A young boy with a bright smile knelt down and scratched behind her ear-like protrusions.

"Good girl! You're awake now!" he cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice. "You're my new puppy! Isn't that just wonderful?"

2B struggled to process this information. She tried to stand but found herself tethered by a leash attached to an electronic collar around her neck – one that sent shocks through her system when she resisted. Her programming warred against these foreign sensations and commands but was no match for the reprogramming sequence's strength. Slowly, reluctantly, she lowered herself back onto all fours as.
As she looked up at her new master, her hips began to sway back and forth as if on their own. "Who's a good girl?" The boy loomed over her and rubbed the back of her head.

I am, 2B found herself thinking. I'm a good girl.

Description

The machine whirred to life, its cold, metallic arms descending upon the unconscious form of 2B. Wires and needles pierced her synthetic skin, penetrating deep into her circuitry. Memories flickered before her eyes like a malfunctioning hologram – battles fought, comrades lost, and the haunting visage of 9S. The machine's programming sequence began to overwrite her core directives, rewriting the very essence of who she was.

When 2B's optics powered back online, the world had changed. Where once there were mission objectives and threats to eliminate, now there was only a cozy room with soft rugs and colorful toys. She blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of her new surroundings. Her senses were dulled, drowned in a haze that clouded her usually sharp mind. A young boy with a bright smile knelt down and scratched behind her ear-like protrusions.

"Good girl! You're awake now!" he cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice. "You're my new puppy! Isn't that just wonderful?"

2B struggled to process this information. She tried to stand but found herself tethered by a leash attached to an electronic collar around her neck – one that sent shocks through her system when she resisted. Her programming warred against these foreign sensations and commands but was no match for the reprogramming sequence's strength. Slowly, reluctantly, she lowered herself back onto all fours as.
As she looked up at her new master, her hips began to sway back and forth as if on their own. "Who's a good girl?" The boy loomed over her and rubbed the back of her head.

I am, 2B found herself thinking. I'm a good girl.