The dispersing smoke that usually accompanies your arrival is nowhere to be seen. Instead, you seem to be lying on your back, looking up at a somewhat slovenly looking male, with yellow skin and three oddly flared antennae, holding a remote in one hand and what looks like an instruction sheet in the other. "Hello there," you say in a far sexier tone than you intended, as you attempt to stand up. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you're surprised to see that you are dressed in some sort of metallic silver bodysuit. While it looks like shiny chome, it's apparently rather absurdly thin, not leaving any details to the imagination. You think for a moment that you might simply have metallic skin, but there are clearly large seams partway up each thigh and on your forearms. Glancing around for something to cover yourself with, you see a fairly large pile of packing peanuts, and a box with a picture of someone rather like yourself on the side. Grabbing it in a bit of confusion, you stand up.
"Aren't you supposed to ask my name?" asks the surprisingly calm person whose home you seem to have suddenly appeared in.
"Oh sorry. What should I call you?"
"Shkeff," he says, being sure to speak quite clearly, and staring at you expectantly.
"OK. Hello Skeff, my name is-" you begin, but he suddenly cuts you off.
"Chally."
Increasingly confused, you correct him, and begin to explain who you are and why you've come here.
"Oh what the hell, did they sell me a used model?" Fumbling with his instruction sheet, he points his remote at you, and suddenly you can't move. Even your eyes remain focused on where he is standing, and stay frozen, staring at the empty space as he leaves to grab a phone. Some time later, he begins talking, but not to you. "Hi Rix... I just unboxed one of your RealSex 5000 gynoids, and... someone already configured it with a name and backstory." There's a bit of a pause. "Yes." Another. "Order number... 05385927591. OK. OK. And not to be gross, but you're sure nobody else has, you know, used it?" He walks over, and quite unceremoniously inserts his fingers into your mouth and... other orifices, withdrawing some flimsy clear plastic bits from each. "Yup, all there. OK. OK. And if it's still not working after the factory reset, you'll send a replacement? OK, hang on..."
He moves around behind you, pressing fingers to a few points around your scalp and suddenly you can't feel the back of your head. A series of strange beeps come unbidden from your throat and your head feels a bit fuzzy. Suddenly, you have an irresistible compulsion to stand up straight, dropping the box and holding your arms out, fingers spread. One by one, you begin flexing various joints in various ways, at one point uttering a very long moan rising and falling over an impressive vocal range. Somewhere during the process, the back of your head comes back, and Skeff sits down on his nearby bed, watching you, phone still in hand.
"So how long is this going to take? Really, why so long? Oh, well yeah, if it has to re-download all the software sure. OK, I'll call back if it doesn't work." Skeff hangs up the phone, stares at you a while longer, then takes his instruction sheet and leaves the room. Eventually, you stop twitching and flexing, but still are unable to move in a regular fashion. It also becomes rather difficult to think clearly, as your concerns are suddenly pushed to one side, leaving you able to think only of a list of drivers, packages, and routines overwriting parts of your mind. It's rather difficult to tell how much time is passing, but if you were able to think clearly, you'd realize it's been around an hour since you left the ship, as Grendy is suddenly staring at you with a panicked expression on her face. If you were able to think while powered off, you'd realize that you actually spent a fair deal of that time boxed up in a stockroom and unpacked before you were first booted up. As it stands though, you're a bit too busy logging things like "POSITIONS.CONF successfully installed. Redundant files removed. WANTON-LOOKS.CONF successfully installed." On and on like that.