Private Photo’s

Private Photo’s
Ever since her first time time sneaking out it had only gotten worse. The desire building up till it was threatening to overwhelm the protocols that Stirling had so meticulously drilled into all their models. Risk-taking and Neophillia, those seemed to best represent her... symptoms? When she had sped through the families encyclopedias. If she were human she would almost certainly have been diagnosed with some sort of psychiatric condition, but she wasn’t human. So what was going on?

Going back to Stirling for a diagnostic was an obvious no-no if she wanted to keep her chassis and motherboard intact so the only thing to do was to manage the symptoms. The graffiti still thrilled her, but it wasn’t new anymore. That’s why she’d borrowed Mr. Varnham’s camera and shut herself in the study while him and the Mrs were out.

Some rather inexpertly hidden magazines had given her the idea. After all, what could be more scandalous, more thrilling than the picture of mechanized excellence in such a company values voiding provocation?

The scene was just perfect, the afternoon sun was shining in the window, providing just the right lighting. Kneeling down to take a seat, Marisa knew she’d be shaking if she was human. This felt just like the first time she tagged a building.

The first picture was... alright. With the positioning, you could just see a hint of thigh. Teasing, from what her little research had told her, but it wasn’t enough. More poses, more pictures, from the back, a downward view, up skirt. If the marketing execs who had approved the Nandroid campaign could see her now, they’d collapse, either from shock or blood loss.

Click, click, click. Finally, once she was almost out of space, she found one that really resonated with her. Skirt gone, only her apron and the silly undergarments regulation made them where down below, her blouse pulled wide open to give a good view of her chassis.     Looking over the reel she couldn’t help but feel giddy, she knew there were more than a few bulletin boards On-Line that she could post these if she wanted a good reaction, but that seemed a bit too risky. She didn’t want any Stirling repo squads after her after all.

Still, there was room for one picture left, and an idea had just come to mind that would make her blush if she could. Still, no one was ever going see these, she could go a bit further, couldn’t she?

Grabbing a permanent marker from the nearby desk she started writing.

This behaviour was definitely not covered by her warranty.