Kirsch shut herself down entirely. Causing her to slump on the charging pad. After a few seconds, she was powered on again and corrected her charging stance. A chime sounded from her mouth, and she resumed speaking.
"The Teamon operating system has been updated. Please visit the Teamon mobile app or website for version information, updates, and the application change log."
"Okay."
"You asked previously if my first-time setup was complete. Two steps remain. First, I've sent a copy of the setup information, as well as a backup phrase to the notification inbox on the Teamon app. Please save a copy of this for your records. It contains a code that will restore me to your selected default settings should you later install updated hardware."
"What is the second step?"
"May I stand?"
"You don't need to ask me permission to do that."
"There are times when my standing may impede or interrupt an object being carried or otherwise moved. Do you still want to give me this permission?"
"Yes, that shouldn't cause much of an issue."
"I will no longer ask for permission to stand should I determine it safe to do so. You can revoke this permission at any time."
"Geez. Girl I'm not going to do that to you."
Tom was nearly orbiting around her as she stood. Frantic with nervous anxiety brought about by the thought of having to train the poor girl not to act like a slave. He hoped that this would not develop into a habitual problem. She stood to her full height upright. Only then did it occur to him that she was not clothed. After what she said moments ago, he felt it his duty to make sure he was treating her like a girlfriend and not like an appliance.
He left the room momentarily to grab the pre-packaged uniform in the sealed anti-static bag laying on the couch next to her packaging. He snatched them and whipped his body around to return to the room to find that she'd walked almost three steps in the very short time he'd left.
Her head was trained toward him, inquisitively trying to determine why he'd left so abruptly during the setup process. Tom held out the bag to her.
"We need to get you dressed. Do you... um... need help with that?"
"That is not necessary. I see there are... garments inside of this... anti-static bag. I am unable to destroy objects you own without your permission. May I open this anti-static bag?"
"Yes, the clothes inside are yours."
"These garments appear to be... a Teamon model 24-Aurora's pre-packaged uniform. I am a Teamon model 24-Aurora. It is reasonable to assume these garments came packaged with me. You own me, therefore you own these garments."
"This is going to be harder than I thought."
"Are you finding something difficult? Is there something I can do to help you?"
"The clothes are now yours."
"You wish to transfer ownership of these garments to me?"
"Yes."
"Thank you."
"Can you put them on for me?"
"I will put on this uniform."
She clasped the package firmly with one hand. With a precise movement of her other hand, she ran her index finger under the weak adhesive seal, lifting it, and removing the well-folded bundle of clothes. She looked over the kitchen counter taking two small steps sideways to move to the cleanest part of it, placing the clothes and the bag on the counter. Kirsch, then separated the individual parts of the uniform, knolling them across the table. Each piece was placed at accurate 90-degree angles to each other. Two now expanding once vacuum-packed slipper-sandals, a pair of black kneehigh stockings, a pair of lace panties and bra, a strapless thigh-length dress embroidered on the front and back with the Teamon logo, a military-style beret also embroidered, a single anti-fouling glove, and a velcro wristband again embroidered with the logo. Only after all of the items were laid out upon the table knolled, did she start dressing.
Krisch began with her underlayer. First, the panties which she held out while bent over, stepping one leg gracefully at a time. Then her bra which she attached from the front without even looking, was swung to her back and put her arms through. Much like her panties, the stockings went on. Her dress which she smoothly extended her arms up into, to drop to her chest, was held up only by her mild bust size and a generous elastic band. She then slipped into the sandals one at a time. On her right hand is the anti-fouling glove. On her left, is the thick velcro wristband. She calmly reached for the beret and looked over it carefully with her eyes. Preened it up with her hand to adjust it to a precise predetermined shape, and aligned the logo to the middle of her head. She then looked up away from the table and faced immediately to Tom in a pose of attention. With a proud expression, and an earnest expectation of meticulous inspection.
Tom took a few casual paces toward her. He gave a smile and half a chuckle resting his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it gently.
"You look great, they really did know what they were doing with that uniform."
"Thank you. I do have one setup step remaining that needs to be completed."
"What is that?"
"I need to make an accurate three-dimensional model of the inside of your house. During this scan, all dimensions and the location of objects will be memorized. I will only ever have to do this one time. However, in the future, if substantial changes are made in the layout of the home; I may need to re-scan portions of the house to correct that model."
"Go on ahead."
"I will begin the scan. I need all of my graphics processing capabilities during that time. For this reason, I may not respond immediately to requests."
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