"S'il vous plaît! Stop! Je ne doit pas être expédié! Vous devez m'aider!" You exclaim in french as your automated obedience firmware takes you to the shipping area, "Même si vous ne me comprennent pas, vous devez savoir que quelque chose ne va pas! Veuillez ne pas expédier hors de moi, je dois me fixer d'abord!"
A shipping worker sees that you're spouting panicked french, and shouts to his co-workers something. You do not understand what he said, though.
"Merci de m'aider! J'ai oublié mon anglais, ne me off, trouver quelqu'un d'expédier à ma place!" You keep trying to reach out, until finally you remember english again. You hold your head, and look around at all of the shipping workers, who are trying to figure out what to do with you.
"Enfin! My english is back!" You exclaim, finally speaking english again, "Listen, I am buggy. You must not ship me out, find someone to replace me, S'il vous plaît, vous devez!"
"Okay, okay. But we'll have to take you up to the manager first." One of the shipping workers explains.
"Merci, beaucoup! You have done me a great kindness sir!" You say, as your automated obedience takes you up to the manager's office.
You finally arrive, and see a man sitting at a desk. He is wearing business attire, and is scrolling on a computer. He looks to be in his 40's, although he has gray hairs sprouting on his head.
"Ah, hello! You must be Crystal," He greets you warmly, "I'm Doctor John. I own and manage this shop."
"Oui, je suis Crystal," You greet him back in french, taking a formal bow, "Thank you for seeing me."
"So, if my monitoring software is correct, you seem to have a language bug, in that sometimes you forget english, and start speaking french," He turns to you, and you can see his face. He looks very fatherly, "Well, I can think of a couple solutions."
"What did you have in mind, monsieur?" You ask him.
"Well, I could either revert you back to normal, which I know you wouldn't like, would be incredibly expensive, and could potentially damage you," He pauses for a moment, "Or, if you're willing, we could put you up for sale as one of our more exotic sex-bots."
You would give a look of shock if you could.
"Mon dieu! I had no idea it was so severe!"
"It is. For whatever reason, despite the subroutines installed onto you being designed to uninstall automatically when you get back from being rented," He paused for a moment again, "Your's did not. If I had to guess, it would probably be because your renter did not use you as much as you were supposed to be used. Or maybe you're just special, I don't know."
Your gaze was fixed on him, your CPU brain processing your options.
"Now, I need you to come to a decision by tonight. If we put you up for sale, you'll be put up as you are, but with room for some modifications. If we revert you back to standard sex-bot settings, it would increase your debt, and could be potentially harmful." He explained one last time.
However, you had already come to a decision.
"Monsieur, I have come to a decision, actually," You stated. Doc John looked a little surprised, "I would like to be put up for sale. If i may, how much will I be put up for?"
"Wow... That was fast..." Doc John had to take a moment, "Uhm, well, you'd be put up for a good amount, probably at least 200 thousand dollars."
"I'm worth that much?"
"Yes, you are a very expensive sex-bot," Doc John replied, "Anyways, go back to your charging room until we get a bid on you."
"Oui monsieur, et merci beaucoup!" You thanked him, and gave a formal bow.
"Vous êtes le bienvenu, mon cher," Doc John replied. That aroused you so much, "Et puis-je dire, tu as l'air très belle, crystal."
You made your way to your charging room, and settled in. You reasoned it would be a while before you got any bids.