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Bitchbot 1-3/3 +notes (M-bitchbot, nosex, scifi)
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Bitchbot One 1/3  - The Introduction
----

Spotting *her* amongst the other dogbots was easy.  The canine
division of Homebots had, after all, built her based on the
photographs and videos I'd given them.

She moved...  differently than I'd expected.  Oh, I hadn't expected
any miracles and after being shown the various production models I'd
readily agreed that I couldn't expect her to move like a real, adult,
bitch.

On the other hand...

I studied her some more, then turned to the woman next to me.  "She
doesn't move like the ones you showed me."  I held up a hand to stop
her comment when I figured out what I was seeing.  "She's not acting
like a puppy.  She moves like an adult bitch.  How?"

Her next words startled me.  "What are you talking about?  I don't see
a difference in the way she acts, compared to say...   That female
Black Lab dogbot over there."  She pointed.

I watched both dogbots, mine and the standard one.  The differences
were obvious.  The lab was definitely puppyish in her behavior.  Nell,
as she went through the basic routines, *acted* puppyish but there
were differences.  Her posture was slightly more aggressive and she
carried her tail slightly higher than a puppy would.  When she
solicited play by lowering herself she didn't have that slightly
submissive tilt to her head that puppies used.

"You really don't see the differences?"  I had her run the bots
through their basic routines again side by side and pointed out the
differences.

She shook her head.  "Not enough to be significant.  Well within
operational parameters."

I kept my face blank.  I had a gut level feeling that she'd never been
around *real*, unspayed bitches for long enough to study the nuances.

"OK.  I'm not complaining.  I'd like to thank whoever did the
programming mods to get Nell closer to what I wanted."

She turned and this time she studied me carefully.  Her tone was
frosted with disdain when she finally replied. "I'm responsible for
final programming and I *assure* you there were no programming mods.
We sell a highly regarded product.  The only differences between those
dogbots are the form--and the unusual but *minor*..."  She trailed off
and jerked her head back to study the two dogbots.

I waited.

"Ohmygod..."  She sounded, and looked, stunned.  "The learning
routines.  We had to build the sexual hardware and write the interface
code from scratch, based on..."  She blushed.  "Personal observation
and research."

I nodded.  I remembered all the sensors I'd worn and the awkwardness
when the hardware designers and software people wound up doing
'personal research' with the bitches and dogs I and my close friends
had provided.  "You've lost me.   What does that have to do with
Nell's 'adult behavior'?"

"It's obvious..."  She had the grace to blush again.  "You're not a
programmer, are you?"

"No."  She sighed.  Obviously she'd been through this before, dealing
with someone who didn't have a clue...  "OK."  I offered.  "If you
keep it in terms of how sexuality affects behavior, I can follow,
probably."

She raised her eyebrows.   I couldn't blame her slight disbelief.  I
sighed, a sigh that twisted her lips into a self-mocking grin when she
realized it matched the one she'd just made.  "I sense a fellow
sufferer."

I laughed.  "I've spent all my adult life and most of my childhood
living with and studying dogs and bitches.  Then, there was all that
time with you and your people.  I don't know *programming*.  I do know
people, dogs in general, sexuality and how the three things interact
to make us who we are.  I also understand how that affects our body
language."  She nodded.  I took a deep breath and let it out before I
took the plunge.

"Are you going to tell me that Nell's software 'learned' how to use
her sexual hardware and what it can do...   To help her attract and
please people?"

She smiled lopsidedly.  "Yes.  And that for some reason none of us
ever put it together:  Learning to integrate your sexuality into your
life is a big part of being 'adult' and *that* significantly affects
your , or in this case a dogbot's, outward behavior."

She turned and with a couple of commands reset the dogbots, restarted
their basic tests and then, when they were at a point that showed
obvious differences in behavior, stopped them again.

"So."  She walked around Nell, studying her thoughtfully.  "I
wonder..."

I waited, and watched, doing some thinking of my own.

"Bill?"

"Hmmm?"

She studied me thoughtfully.  "You and Nell.  Your friends and their
dogs."  She blushed, and I wondered why.  Her next words answered that
question.  Her voice was gentle, filled with a new, hesitant
awareness--and dawning wonder.  "It's more than sex.  It's *love*,
felt by both of you, isn't it?  And like Nell's 'adult' behavior, we
missed it--didn't we?"

I could have given a lot of answers but I was tired of hiding behind
the lies and diversions I'd been using all my life to distract people.
If anyone deserved the truth...  I won't say the decision was an easy
one to make.  It wasn't.

I smiled and relaxed.   "Yes, Sara.  We were pretty good actors,
weren't we?"

She surprised me.  "Bitchbot One!"  The dogbot's head unfroze and
turned to watch her.  She took a deep breath and I heard the tremor in
her voice.  "Programming override:  Activate subroutines 'Free will'
and 'Find new owner'."

Seconds later 93 pounds of happily barking bitchbot hit my chest in a
familiar greeting.
======

Bitchbot One 2/3 - Getting Acquainted
----

"That's eerie."

I looked up from my rapt hug.  Nell gave my face a last lick and
turned to watch Sara.  "Eerie?"

Sara, to my eyes, looked a little stunned, a little bemused.  She
nodded her head emphatically.  "Eerie."

Nell decided that Sara wasn't of interest so she swiped me with a paw
in her 'pay attention to me gesture'.  Without thinking about it I
murmured 'in a minute' and stroked her head.  I heard a disgruntled
sigh before she settled to watch us.

I settled more comfortably and ran my hand along Nell's side while
watching Sara. "So, what's eerie about our getting acquainted? You've
been satisfied so far."

She leaned back on the bench.  "Oh, I *am* satisfied.  I wasn't
talking about Nell's reactions.  I was talking about *yours*."

She glanced at her watch.  "In the last 2 hours or so Nell has
indicated sexual interest 15 times.  Each of those times you responded
in various ways, without any hesitation that I could see."  She held
up a hand to stop a comment I wasn't going to make.  "I've supervised
most of the 'getting acquainted' sessions for humans and bots of
various types.  What I seldom see is the human, no matter how much
they desired the bot to be as 'natural' as possible, reacting to the
bot with the naturalness they do to real humans or dogs.

She shook her head slightly, then faced me.  "To see *that*
unhesitating naturalness between a human and... (she hesitated for
some reason) a bitchbot...   That's *eerie*."

To give myself time to think I asked her a question.  "You hesitated
before you called Nell a bitchbot.  Why?"

"I wanted to emphasize that it's not Nell but also not one of our
usual dogbots.  You've been reacting as if it were the original, flesh
and blood bitch we based it on."

I winced at the coldness of her words even while I admitted their
truth.  This 'Nell' wasn't the original.

But...

I bent over and hugged 'Nell'.  "I loved her.  When I realized that
your company might be able to bring her back for me, I vowed that I
would not treat this Nell differently just because she is a bot.  The
original Nell would never forgive me if I made that mistake.  'The
package doesn't matter'.  It doesn't matter that this Nell has been
programmed to appear to love me."

I sighed and looked up.  Sara had her head tilted slightly, as if she
were working out a puzzle.  I wondered if she realized that head tilt
was something I'd seen many times, when Nell was puzzled about
something.

I sighed and met Sara's eyes.  "I never answered 'why do you want to
recreate your bitch?', with the real part of the truth.  Oh, you got
some of it.

"But, you never got the most important part of it:  The original Nell,
and the love we shared, was the only reason I never suicided.  Without
her, I struggle daily just to stay alive.  Dying is such an easy
solution.  It calls to me.  It seduces me with it's simplicity.

"I need a reason to live.  I'd rather live, I think.  As long as Nell
is here, I know I'd rather live.  I *need* Nell."

Sara asked the obvious question:  "Therapy?"

I snorted bitterly.  I felt Nell nudge me with her head in a bid to
draw me out of my despondency.  "Yeah.  If I could afford a bot, I can
certainly afford therapy.  It only confirmed what I already knew.  I'm
a classic zoophile but only more so.  Humans do nothing for me
sexually or emotionally.  Only animals.  Only dogs.  Only a bitch.
Pretty limited choices available.  Nell *worked*.  If there was some
way to duplicate her instead of depending on the very small chance
that I'd find another real bitch who fit me as well as she did..."

I bent my head and kissed this Nell.  My Nell.  My reason for living,
Nell.  "Homebots was the only chance I had of living.  I had to try."
I lifted my head again.  "I knew as soon as Nell greeted me that I'd
won my gamble.  I'll never be *alone* again."
======

Bitchbot One 3/3 - Love's Return
----

"Bill?"

I looked up from Nell.

"May I?..." Sara blushed but didn't look away. "We usually monitor
only the bot through the wireless sensor network, the first time a
customer has sex with one. I can't demand, but I can ask: 'Would you
let us monitor your reactions at the same time?' And..." This time she
looked away and let her voice trail off into silence.

I waited for more.

Nothing.

I sighed, looked down--and petted Nell while I thought it over. Sara's
question opened up a very strange reality, one I hadn't thought about.
Could I deal with Nell and I making love while I knew all of our
actions and reactions were being recorded?

Scary thoughts chased their tails through the habits of a lifetime
until I remembered what had led to this day and my renewed desire to
live. "Sara?" She turned back. "Why?"

She studied her hands. "Some of it is the pride I take in our
products. Some of it is suddenly realizing that this time we made
something more than a product. We created a reason for someone to go
on living. There's a bit of policy involved. We do our best to make
sure we get it *right*, and don't let go until we're as sure as we can
be that we did. But..."

I gestured for her to continue.

"Homebots is one part of an interlocked group of companies. All of us
share our data. I've seen a new market open up, one nobody realized is
there. You're the first, but I think there will be others."

She looked startled when I laughed. "OK. I was thinking about some of
my friends and our dreams. One of *our* problems was pitching you with
the idea of quietly producing a line of bots for zoosexuals, not as a
form of therapy, but as loving and sexually involved companions--for
humans."

"Anyway." I relaxed as more tension left me. "Remembering that is
making my decision easier. Yes. I'm willing to be monitored."

She nodded. "Thank you. I do have another request. It's a personal
one."

"Oh?"

She took a deep breath and spoke in a rush: "May I be there in person?
Usually, and only with permission, we take videos from several angles
for later study. *Human* sex, we think we understand. This... Well,
one reason we do so well is because we keep a personal touch." She
blushed. "Mostly though, I'm curious. You and your friends have given
all of us a glimpse into a world we *thought* we knew about, if we
thought about it at all, which was seldom--and certainly not in
connection with our dogbots."

She sighed and looked around, at everything except me... "I don't know
if you can understand this: You and your friends have shattered my
world and I can't put it back together until I *understand* your part
of the new piece I have to add as I'm putting it back together."

Her gaze settled on Nell and I felt Nell react to Sara's attention.
"Easy, grrl. Relax."

Sara added one more sentence and fell silent. "Bill, I need help--and
you're the only person I can ask."

I gazed at Sara until she raised her head slightly. I kept studying
her, consciously noting her body language. Strange... I'd never
thought about it but somehow, while we were interacting during the
construction of Nell, we'd built the foundations of a shared trust
that went pretty deep, much deeper than I'd realized. But... I looked
down at the bitch next to me. It was as much her decision as it was
mine, when all was said and done.

I took a deep breath and let it out. I knew she'd understand the words
I was about to speak. The original Nell had understood them quite
well. Would this Nell understand them if I used them in a way I never
had with the original? Only one way to find out.

"Nell?" Her head turned and tilted slightly as she focused on me.
"Hey, grrl. Nell let Sara watch while we 'talk' to each other?"

An ear flicked slightly, towards Sara. I moved a finger in the same
direction and nodded.

She tilted her head more and moved her nose slightly sideways and
back, again towards Sara. The context was different but the subtle
gestures woke so many happy memories I wanted to hug her. Finally she
stretched, touched her nose to mine and pressed gently. Then, her
tongue came out and touched my lips.

I forgot about Sara and wept while I hugged Nell. When my emotions
settled I looked up, smiled, and gave Sara our answer. "We'll help
you."

I stood and stretched. "Sara, if you'll lead?..."

When I started to follow Sara I glanced back at Nell and grinned at
her. "Nell, love." Her ears perked. "Wanna talk?"

Her nose hit between my buttocks and she shoved at me. The trip to the
monitoring room was a short one. I was still laughing after I'd
stripped and Sara started helping me put on all the special sensors.

* * *

I glanced at Nell and then settled on the edge of the bed. I pressed
each of the sensor disks to make certain they were firmly attached. It
was an almost unconscious gesture on my part, a leftover from the
research sessions.

By the time I finished checking the sensors and looked for Sara, she
had the master control in her hand and was seated in one of the
observer's chairs.

I knew I had a thoughtful look on my face when I asked her the
question I'd been trying to find words for. "Sara? I've finally
figured out what's been nagging at me about you watching. You were
there during the research phase, and even took part sexually." I
sighed. "What is it you're looking for this time? It has to be
something personal. Nothing else fits."

She blushed and I wished I could do more than react with socially
acceptable words. Not for the first time, I cursed whatever it was
inside me that let me appreciate people yet it stopped me from ever
feeling deeply for them.

Sara leaned forward. "While were designing Nell, and working on her
programming, part of the research I did was use my medical clearances
to get access to everything that I could find out about you."

When I started to react she held up a hand. "Relax. If you remember,
it's something we specifically asked you for permission to do, if we
felt we needed to. We do it for everyone as a routine part of the
personalization process. You weren't singled out for special
attention...."

She blushed and looked down, breaking eye contact with me. "Because of
the requirements you wanted, someone had to be the person who did the
more intimate profiling. I'm that person."

Once reminded of all the papers I'd signed I relaxed slightly and
sighed. "I understand. You make it sound like there's more in my
case."

Her head came up and I saw pride, embarrassment, and something else,
an emotion I couldn't put a name to. "I already knew about your
therapeutic sessions when I asked. I did more than read your records.
I interviewed your therapists, all of them."

I winced. "So you already knew the answers when you asked the
questions? Why ask?"

"Because we don't treat people like objects, no matter what their
sexuality is, or our own feelings about alternative lifestyles.
Bill..."

She surprised me by starting to cry. "Do you know what stood out in
everything I read, everything I heard?" She shook her head sadly and
answered her question before I could react. "No, you wouldn't, would
you? Nell was the only one to ever see you, and treat you as a real
person, with every right to be yourself, no matter how unusual you
are. Not even your closest friends see you as a person. Not really,
not in the way 'normal' people see people."

She looked down again and there was a long, awkward silence while she
slowly recovered from her emotions.

Then, in a whisper...

"Do you know why I'm in charge of programming and the final interviews
and fine tuning? I'm the only person in the company who can't help
seeing people as persons, not customers...

"And I want to be here as much for you, as I do for myself. You need
to know that someone in this crazy world honestly sees you as a
person, and can't help loving that person enough she desires to see
you be the best person you can be."

Her head was still down when she whispered her final words. "It's a
terrible thing, to know that you're ultimately responsible for a
person's emotional balance and that a mistake can destroy them
utterly. In the years of doing this, I've made a few mistakes, but
none of them had the potential consequences ones with you and Nell
could have. That's why I want to be here, with you, sharing your time
with Nell.

"We're both the first, you know. You, with the courage to decide to
ask for a real Bitchbot, and I, a woman who doesn't want to make any
mistakes that could destroy you or your friend's lives.

"There's no handy guide, no rule book for what we're doing.

"I need your help in writing that guide."

She raised her head and I saw the tears flowing down her cheeks. "I
need to be here so I know, deep down, that everything I've done is
right, and that anything I do with future bitchbots will be based on
reality, not preconceptions."

She finished simply. "Will you teach me to understand who you and your
friends are--as people--not customers?"

I sighed. I'd thought...

I studied Sara. I studied Nell. I looked at nothing in particular and
studied myself.

The self study took a long time, and it included a long, painful
reexamination of the person I thought I was.

When it was over I discovered something I'd never known was there.

I was basically selfish, and I hated learning just how selfish I'd
always been. I could continue to be that person, or I could change.

I decided to change.

"I'm ready. Start the monitoring."

Sara nodded and hit the master control that activated everything,
making everything we'd do an official part of my records. She smiled
through her tears. "Thank you."

I nodded, not trusting myself to be able to speak clearly just yet,
then, without looking away uttered the most painful words I've ever
said. "Nell? We'll have to wait for our talk. Sara needs us more right
now."

Then I got off the bed and went over to try and comfort Sara. Nell
beat me across the room and was licking her face. I settled on the
floor in front of her, then reached to tentatively touch one of her
legs. "Will you help me change, so I can become the person I've always
thought I was--so I can honestly comfort you, instead of 'just being
able to push the right buttons'?"

She looked at me oddly. "I don't understand."

I sighed and watched her face. "Something you said, something I've
known for years. I've always known that I've stood on the outside,
never letting myself get emotionally involved with people."

She nodded slightly. "Go on."

I took a deep breath. "It was the way you said you see me as a real
person and nobody else ever has. It made me realize how selfish I've
always been, how selfish it was to have you build Nell. I don't
understand why it was never put to me the way you expressed it, but
that was how I was looking at people. I saw 'people' and never thought
of them as persons.

"Until you."

She had a confused look and I couldn't blame her "Me?"

"You." I sighed. Damn, this hurt. "Look. You've read all of my records
so you have to know at least as much about my problems as I do. I
can't relate to people socially and I can barely fake it in well
defined situations. It's all in my records.

"I've always felt like I was on the outside looking in. To get along I
learned that if people did things, I could do things that would get
them to react the way I wanted them to. I also know, intellectually,
that people can do the same to me. It's all button pushing.

"Even all the stuff we did while building Nell was button pushing."

I sighed and looked away. "Don't you get it? I've always thought I
cared about Nell and that she cared about me. Instead, I just realized
that I've always looked at the world and seen people in terms of 'What
can they do to me, or for me?' or 'What can I do to get them to react
the way I want them to?' "

I clenched my hands and tried to hold back the tears. "I've never,
until now, realized how selfish that attitude is...

"Because until now, I've never looked at *anyone*, not even Nell--and
asked 'What can I do *for* them."

I let my head drop dejectedly. "And I always thought I was a caring,
kind person who just couldn't relate to people. Hell, even the
therapists told me I was kind and caring after they saw Nell and I
together.

"I have feelings. People have feelings and I've known that. Nell had
feelings and I knew that. You have feelings, and you hurt, just like I
do when I'm confused.

"And you know something?

"Feelings don't have buttons you can push to turn them on and off.
Tell me how to deal with them because I know how much I hate that and
I don't want you to suffer the way I do. Maybe then I can help you
understand what it means to a zoo to have the chance that he has a
partner who will live as long as he does."

She let me cry myself out. Why, I don't know. Then she touched my hand
that was on her leg. "Bill? I'm not a therapist. I don't know how to
help you."

I found the strength to look at her. "Don't you get it yet? We trust
each other. We can learn how to help each other, can't we? Isn't trust
all we need? We'll make mistakes, but we both have goals worth
reaching, and that's all we really need, isn't it?"

She sighed, then smiled bitterly. "If I didn't know how much Nell
means to you, and what it took for you to not fuck her, I'd be tempted
to think you're selfishly pushing my buttons."

She surprised me by setting the control down, then cradling my face in
her hands. "But it's never selfish to want to understand yourself so
you can understand someone else enough to help them."

She looked at the observation window, then the control. One hand
picked it up and she stared at it before she set it down again. "All
this has been recorded. I can't erase any of it."

"I know. That's the reason I told you I was ready. I want it recorded
so it can be used to help others who need the same kind of help."

Her smile this time was more relaxed. "I think I understand that. We
think alike, don't we?"

"I guess so. Maybe." I tried to match her smile but couldn't. "We feel
the same when we're confused. We hurt when we don't understand. Stands
to reason we could think alike, too."

She looked at me for a long time before she nodded. Then she took a
deep breath and let it out. "So, Bill. Think you can make love to
Nell? Do whatever you *feel* is right."

I looked at Nell. She was settled and had been watching us after Sara
relaxed to listen to me unload. "I don't know. She's programmed to
react the way she does. I can push her buttons but somehow it won't be
the same."

"Bill? You're wrong. We built her to be an interactive fuck toy. She's
not programmed to respond to the nuances involved in being loved.
She's going to reprogram herself on the fly, based on your responses.

"It's the programming equivalent of self discovery and learning what
pleases your partner at the same time. 'What pleases you will please
her.' If what you enjoy changes, she'll adapt. If you make love with
her, it's not going to be the button pushing involved in the original
design."

She touched me to get my attention. "Bill? Trust me? Sex with Nell is
NOT going to be simple stimulus-response. We don't build our bots that
way."

I frowned. "That's not the real problem."

"What is? Do you know?"

I sighed. "Yes. The real Nell initiated things more often than I did.
I need that sort of clearly expressed consent. Otherwise I started
thinking I was raping her, even though I'd asked and felt like I
seduced her."

Sara nodded thoughtfully. "Did she ever say no when you tried to
initiate sex?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever fuck her anyway?"

I let my head drop. "No. I didn't make that mistake with Nell."

Mercifully, Sara didn't pursue that admission further. Besides, if she
really did remember most of what was in my theraputic records, she
know about my first bitch, and the many mistakes I'd made while I was
discovering what I really was. It had been before the net, and I'd
been on my own. I'd never, in any of my fantasies, imagined that
someday I would live in a world where serious guides to animal fucking
were available.

"Bill? Two more questions, and I want you to think about your answers.

I nodded reluctantly.

"How often did the real Nell seduce you into sex once your
relationship was stable? How often should this Nell try to seduce you?

I came out of my funk and stared at Sara. "You can do that?!"

"Yes. It's part of the basic programming but we only initialize it
when the customer has made it clear they expect that sort of action."
She smiled sadly. "Few ask."

I blushed when I realized what she was implying. Then, reluctantly, I
admitted to the rest of what I knew I needed in a 'true' relationship.

"Can you set it up so she randomly refuses sex, even if she's
initiated things?"

Sara nodded. "I can do that, but it shouldn't be truly random. There
will be certain times when refusal would be inappropriate behavior in
a healthy relationship."
======

Some working notes for 'Bitchbot One'
---

Concept:

Any suffiently advanced technology...

By the time bots that be used for sexual purposes are available,
there's a good chance uterine replicators will be available.

What could happen if the two technologies were combined?

A woman could be fucked by a malebot and one of her eggs gathered. The
same bot, if some basic shape chaging technology were used, could then
be fucked by the man of the woman's choice and his sperm gathered. The
two could be combined and placed in an internal uterus.

I can see at least one advantage to this 'pregnant andriod'. The
medical system is designed to help pregnant women so there would be no
need for a major change in support equipment designs. The uterine
replicator, being 'portable and self contained', Could be kept at home
or even taken out socially.

And, finally, the very act of 'artificial insemination for many, could
be an act of shared love instead of something mechanical, done in a
clinic.

The people involved could even fuck each other and then work in the
bot so it could extract both an egg and semen from the woman to
process it.

A MM couple could agree to help a female and never be involved in het
sex or clinical collection of their semen. Or the reverse could
happen.

Moments for collection could be chosen, when the mood strikes, instead
of having them chosen by the availability of time at a clinic...

There are so many social implications I'm going to let you folks find
your own.

Sex for reproduction could be loving or impersonal, to meet the
attitudes of the people involved

And, given the possibility, for the zoos and bestialists who desire
it, they could literally choose the species of the child they help
conceive without need of involving another human or animal directly
or, for that matter, a need to let their animal mate, esp if it's
female, deal with the pregnancy.

So many possibilities....

Humanoids with programming to provide user specific medical care, such
as dialysis, insulin, etc. Life critical automatically, on a somewhat
flexible schedule, other simple things as requested.

Could be 'networked' so that in a medical emergency bots could link
and provide more specialized care or provide parmedic type duties.

Dialysis could be done as a sex act, using the coupling to provide
contact. Then during the relaxed afterglow, a temporary induced sleep
would provide time for the actual proceedure.

'Asimov's Laws' wouldn't work, the bots would have to be universal and
programmed to help the individual, with no internal judgements other
than to 'reduce the chance of life threatening injury' unless
specifically ordered to desist. (extreme sports or similar activities.
Could not perform duties under certain conditions, such as driving,
etc. Could be user definable times of acceptance for care and such.

Sexual activities would be mostly on demand but could be a programming
option to define 'free will' type actions and suitable times.

Situationally acceptable or unacceptable behavior. Bots could be
preadvised and witness the consent or denial.

A child could consent or deny without directly involving parents. The
bot could act in place.

"Do the two of you desire...yadayada..." or 'Your parents, so...' are
ok or not ok with you doing this.  Should I consult for an update?

a 'no exceptions rule' for anyone who deals with people. You wish
control of any type, you must agree to 24/7 monitoring, publically
available. In return, a 24/7 tally of agreement or disagreement is
available. dipping below a level for a sustained time triggers an
automatic open reelection, no party line needed.

Uses 4 self replaceable energy packs. Cue phrase to replace on demand,
or replaces when owner is sleeping and she's not on bed. Full charge
is good for at least two days of typical activity. For low activity
situations, there is an inductive charge system. Bot sleeps in special
'bed' to use. 
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End: Bitchbot 1-3/3 +notes

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