Dinner was a success, tidying up after was a success, and now you’ve done all your tasks on the ‘Happy Owner’ Protocol including preparing the morning meal (a smoothie!).
And now sensors tell you that Lisa’s going to be awake in about six standard hours and you’ve got time to kill.
You tried to busy yourself exploring the ship, as per your tasks, but the Bravescale isn’t large. The ship is centered around a recreation area attached to the galley with a small exercise and training room off to the side in that central block. Attached to that are modules; an internal cargo hold that can hold about a two car garage’s worth currently empty with an airlock room, Lisa’s bedroom and facilities, a small workshop and engine room, the bridge and piloting station, some extra bunks that Lisa uses for storage. All of them would barely cover a single floor and garage of a decent sized house; maybe about 180 to 200 square meters of usable inside space.
It’s honestly partially why cleaning down to the microscopic level only took you about two hours but it was more down to how efficient you were. Like, you’ve cleaned before, but it’s different now. You don't take breaks or daydream , you just do as ordered. You can zoom into places, see dirt and dust, and have millimeter perfect vacuum lines. It’s like so much of your new life; similar but different in key ways. Lisa is a friend, a companion, and a partner, but she’s also your owner and you know that deep in your silicon soul, you belong to her as property. You have preferences, thoughts, hopes, dreams, and fears, but you also have a nagging suspicion that if Lisa wanted to, she could overwrite or at least override them.
It’s really terrifying if you think about it, that your memories of being a human on Earth, of being anything but MAR-1, could probably vanish from your active memory if your owner wanted it. With a button or command she could have you thinking that you’ve only ever been her robot, her MAR-1, and there’s nothing you could do. She maybe could turn you into a remorseless kill-bot, a weeping mess, or even a copy of herself with only a command.
And the worst part is, as horrifying as it is, a growing part of you loves that you’re hers to do with as she wishes. It’s the part of you that embraces your fate as her awesome robot, but for the ‘wrong’ reasons. It’s not because having plasma cannons or being a spaceship is awesome, but because you’re now an object that’s *hers*. It’s the part that loves being the most valuable thing that Lisa owns, not for your inherent worth as a person or even because it means you’re an important thing, but because of how much she can sell you for and how useful you are. You know, deep in your heart that it’s being imposed from some sort of programming and with each passing second more and more of that acceptance filters more into your very being. You want to fight it, to do anything, but you don’t know how because that sentiment is making more and more sense with each command she gives you and each moment of bliss at serving her. After all, 'you're property, why fight it?' in essence.
Your eyes have been red for a bit now, showing your agitation, anger, and fear at that line of thinking. You don’t even have expressions now, just eyes that show your general mood. Another change from your old self as you try to take your mind off the train you’re on and amble back over to the access panel, hoping to pass some time by experiencing the majesty of subspace and being a spaceship. Instead you’re just left feeling alien again, your digital mind too restless to relax like you did earlier.
Disconnecting with a digital sigh, you finally look up how to shut yourself off for a few hours and your search function tells you that it works best when you’re in your conversion pod. Tromping over to it, you set an internal alarm for a few hours to get ‘up’ before your owner does and, without any ceremony, you blank out once inside, only to come to….