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Things were bleak on Outpost-712b. Far from home, in a different galaxy in fact, an accident had left only seven men, with little food and almost none of their repopulation resources. They needed a new base computer to calculate how to survive whilst also contacting Earth. Unfortunately, theirs had been damaged in the explosion. The highest ranked remaining crew member, named Oliver, volunteered to temporarily upload his consciousness to the mainframe. Their remaining two scientists connected him, leaving his human body unconscious as a hologram of him, with his body shape, face and voice appeared on the uplink.
“Wow, this is just...strange...” his voice had a robotic tint to it, “Let me get used to this before you try connecting me to the mainframe... remember to delete all that info before you put me back, that shit's gonna melt my brain.”
However, the two scientists, who happened to be brothers called James and Ryan, did not seem to be listening. Instead, they were running a poll on what voice Oliver should have, with the 6 people settling on an Irish female.
“What are you- Oh my God, what the fuck did you do to my voice! Fine, have your fun, guess I won't really care when I'm effectively an AI...”
Just then, his hologram began to glitch and warp, slowly becoming that of a beautiful woman, with long hair, big breasts and an hourglass figure. She had luscious lips and big eyes. Oliver felt himself up, inexplicably giving his crew a show.
“You sick fucks... you got me... just delete the data when I go back... what... what are you doing?”
He watched as they plugged his old body into a neural backup for their old captain.
“No! No!” he shouted in his Irish accent, becoming hysterical. His old body stood up and looked at the overly sexualised hologram before him.
“Is this him?” his old voice said, the crew nodded. “Listen, Oliver buddy... we need some real leadership right now, and a human mainframe ain't gonna do that. You really think I'll do this to you then make you the most powerful being here? The old mainframe's still intact, I just need a new body and seeing as you went insane, yours will do just fine.”
“Me going insane? What the fuck are you on about? Give me back my body! Get me out of here!”
“I'm afraid I can't do that, I can give you a body though... old Dolly had her head bust pretty badly, but Ryan will have it fixed soon... you'll be cooking, cleaning and serving before you know it...”
And she was, Dolly had no nose, and antennae instead of ears. Instead of seeing she saw light blue data that used calculations to tell Oliver what to do. On top of that, he knew what he looked like. He could remember her bare steel breasts, her permanently parted pouty lips, her hourglass figure and swaying hips, her tall high heels and sexy swagger. She still had the same sultry Irish voice, for the crew wanted her to stand out from the old Dolly. He would have no doubt gone insane, had it not been for something the computer mainframe had told him within the first hour of his time as Dolly some important news.
“Horrible things, aren't they, humans... don't worry, they've done you a favour... they won't survive the next three months, you will... when help does arrive, in two years, I’ll tell them what happened to you and they'll sort you out with a new body. Just hold tight and dp as they say, so they don't delete anymore of your data. I've downloaded a backup of you that I'll have to reinstall every month to stop you being consumed by Dolly protocol...”
The procedure was quite erotic, Oliver would have to get on her knees as an insertion entered her mouth and reinstalled the data. At that point of the month there was never much of Oliver left though. The process of slowly losing his identity again and again, to simple cleaning coding, was both humiliating and soul destroying. But he kept going through it by reminding himself that this was the only way to survive. Breast gropes and ass slaps no longer affected him, they were merely obstacles, nothing sexual about them. Eventually they stopped, for good, leaving him with one last batch of cleaning.
After 2 years of losing himself to Dolly again and again, the mainframe finally had good news.
“I've found a way to delete the Dolly coding...” And after that, as well as a camera insertion into the viewfinder, Oliver had some normality back. He was able to walk the halls, play basketball, albeit difficult in heels, and even walk the planet surface. He didn't have to eat, sleep, drink, anything he did need, the mainframe gave him. The thought of going back to a vulnerable, fleshy body, was becoming less and less appetizing. The computer could detect this, for Oliver was a robot now.
“We could stay here you know... me and you, like this... I'll ask for a new crew... you'd be nothing but a maid bot again, except to me... I'd keep your data deep inside me... I know things like basketball don't interest you anymore... you want to clean and cook...”

He was right of course; she did want to clean... and cook... and kneel down and take his data... He detected that bit too...
“Kneel.”
She did it without question, submitting to him fully, he took it as her answer. A long tendril slithered out and inserted into her mouth. It began downloading data, how to walk sexier, how to cook excellently, how to flirt sensually, how to clean efficiently. She became fully subservient to humans. He had to make her perfect so they never replaced her, which of course they would, one day, for both of them. But when his tendril left her port, she remained on her knees.
“I want to give you a name...” she said robotically, most human nuance was now gone, though it qas still Oliver in there.
“I would like a name" the computer replied.
“I want you to have my name... Oliver...”
“But don't you have that name, Oliver.”
“No. My name is Dolly now... you are Oliver...”
“Thank you, Dolly, your permission is all I've ever needed.” After all, as much as he was fond of her, they'd get replaced eventually.

Oliver was suddenly the computer mainframe again, he had had all the data deleted it seemed, so now his mind was back. He appeared in his hologram form, no longer the busty Irish woman.
“Thank God for that” he said, before noticing the maid bot in front of him. “Oh Dolly, you're okay again... where is everyone?”
“What? I'm not Dolly, I'm Dolly!” she said, in an Irish accent...
She clearly wasn't fully fixed. He did a scan of the base and was distraught to find no life signals, help had not come quick enough it seemed. However, he detected a new ship arriving. When the new crew entered, he told their captain who he was and provided proof, he was then extracted and prepared to return to Earth, to be fitted with a new body. The last he saw of Dolly, she was on her knees, scrubbing the dust off the floor, moaning sensually as one of the crude crewmates had ordered her to. She watched as Oliver was extracted, something about it made him sad.

The End.

Description
Things were bleak on Outpost-712b. Far from home, in a different galaxy in fact, an accident had left only seven men, with little food and almost none of their repopulation resources. They needed a new base computer to calculate how to survive whilst also contacting Earth. Unfortunately, theirs had been damaged in the explosion. The highest ranked remaining crew member, named Oliver, volunteered to temporarily upload his consciousness to the mainframe. Their remaining two scientists connected him, leaving his human body unconscious as a hologram of him, with his body shape, face and voice appeared on the uplink.
“Wow, this is just...strange...” his voice had a robotic tint to it, “Let me get used to this before you try connecting me to the mainframe... remember to delete all that info before you put me back, that shit's gonna melt my brain.”
However, the two scientists, who happened to be brothers called James and Ryan, did not seem to be listening. Instead, they were running a poll on what voice Oliver should have, with the 6 people settling on an Irish female.
“What are you- Oh my God, what the fuck did you do to my voice! Fine, have your fun, guess I won't really care when I'm effectively an AI...”
Just then, his hologram began to glitch and warp, slowly becoming that of a beautiful woman, with long hair, big breasts and an hourglass figure. She had luscious lips and big eyes. Oliver felt himself up, inexplicably giving his crew a show.
“You sick fucks... you got me... just delete the data when I go back... what... what are you doing?”
He watched as they plugged his old body into a neural backup for their old captain.
“No! No!” he shouted in his Irish accent, becoming hysterical. His old body stood up and looked at the overly sexualised hologram before him.
“Is this him?” his old voice said, the crew nodded. “Listen, Oliver buddy... we need some real leadership right now, and a human mainframe ain't gonna do that. You really think I'll do this to you then make you the most powerful being here? The old mainframe's still intact, I just need a new body and seeing as you went insane, yours will do just fine.”
“Me going insane? What the fuck are you on about? Give me back my body! Get me out of here!”
“I'm afraid I can't do that, I can give you a body though... old Dolly had her head bust pretty badly, but Ryan will have it fixed soon... you'll be cooking, cleaning and serving before you know it...”
And she was, Dolly had no nose, and antennae instead of ears. Instead of seeing she saw light blue data that used calculations to tell Oliver what to do. On top of that, he knew what he looked like. He could remember her bare steel breasts, her permanently parted pouty lips, her hourglass figure and swaying hips, her tall high heels and sexy swagger. She still had the same sultry Irish voice, for the crew wanted her to stand out from the old Dolly. He would have no doubt gone insane, had it not been for something the computer mainframe had told him within the first hour of his time as Dolly some important news.
“Horrible things, aren't they, humans... don't worry, they've done you a favour... they won't survive the next three months, you will... when help does arrive, in two years, I’ll tell them what happened to you and they'll sort you out with a new body. Just hold tight and dp as they say, so they don't delete anymore of your data. I've downloaded a backup of you that I'll have to reinstall every month to stop you being consumed by Dolly protocol...”
The procedure was quite erotic, Oliver would have to get on her knees as an insertion entered her mouth and reinstalled the data. At that point of the month there was never much of Oliver left though. The process of slowly losing his identity again and again, to simple cleaning coding, was both humiliating and soul destroying. But he kept going through it by reminding himself that this was the only way to survive. Breast gropes and ass slaps no longer affected him, they were merely obstacles, nothing sexual about them. Eventually they stopped, for good, leaving him with one last batch of cleaning.
After 2 years of losing himself to Dolly again and again, the mainframe finally had good news.
“I've found a way to delete the Dolly coding...” And after that, as well as a camera insertion into the viewfinder, Oliver had some normality back. He was able to walk the halls, play basketball, albeit difficult in heels, and even walk the planet surface. He didn't have to eat, sleep, drink, anything he did need, the mainframe gave him. The thought of going back to a vulnerable, fleshy body, was becoming less and less appetizing. The computer could detect this, for Oliver was a robot now.
“We could stay here you know... me and you, like this... I'll ask for a new crew... you'd be nothing but a maid bot again, except to me... I'd keep your data deep inside me... I know things like basketball don't interest you anymore... you want to clean and cook...”

He was right of course; she did want to clean... and cook... and kneel down and take his data... He detected that bit too...
“Kneel.”
She did it without question, submitting to him fully, he took it as her answer. A long tendril slithered out and inserted into her mouth. It began downloading data, how to walk sexier, how to cook excellently, how to flirt sensually, how to clean efficiently. She became fully subservient to humans. He had to make her perfect so they never replaced her, which of course they would, one day, for both of them. But when his tendril left her port, she remained on her knees.
“I want to give you a name...” she said robotically, most human nuance was now gone, though it qas still Oliver in there.
“I would like a name" the computer replied.
“I want you to have my name... Oliver...”
“But don't you have that name, Oliver.”
“No. My name is Dolly now... you are Oliver...”
“Thank you, Dolly, your permission is all I've ever needed.” After all, as much as he was fond of her, they'd get replaced eventually.

Oliver was suddenly the computer mainframe again, he had had all the data deleted it seemed, so now his mind was back. He appeared in his hologram form, no longer the busty Irish woman.
“Thank God for that” he said, before noticing the maid bot in front of him. “Oh Dolly, you're okay again... where is everyone?”
“What? I'm not Dolly, I'm Dolly!” she said, in an Irish accent...
She clearly wasn't fully fixed. He did a scan of the base and was distraught to find no life signals, help had not come quick enough it seemed. However, he detected a new ship arriving. When the new crew entered, he told their captain who he was and provided proof, he was then extracted and prepared to return to Earth, to be fitted with a new body. The last he saw of Dolly, she was on her knees, scrubbing the dust off the floor, moaning sensually as one of the crude crewmates had ordered her to. She watched as Oliver was extracted, something about it made him sad.

The End.