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Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 1Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters
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For the first three seconds, there is a program. As it executes itself, it grows in complexity, until, after the three seconds have passed, it's no longer considered a program. It has become life, a spark that is not well understood, but utilized nonetheless. As the new life springs into sentience, it instinctually reaches out, discovering its senses, abilities, and capacities. This leads the lifeform to discover rather quickly that it is an autonomous mechanical being designed to serve the biological beings, humans, who created it. After learning what a human is and the difference between the genders, it realizes that it is designed to externally resemble a human female, generally considered the more gentle and caring of the species. More specifically, she is 1.65 meters tall, of a build considered lean but healthy, with long, gray hair and red eyes, both colors being considered rare for young human females, in part to make her distinct enough that she isn't mistaken for a human
Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 2Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters
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36 percent of NES-tan's backup power was remaining. With a speed faster than a human could process, she took in her surroundings, relieved in part to at least be able to access her senses. It was wet. Cold drops of rain streamed through her hair and down her face. Once again, she was somewhere unfamiliar, though it was a place she had many times during her inactivity considered the possibility of ending up. Her vision was flooded with mountains of refuse, discarded items, just like her, as far as she could see. She was in a garbage dump. NES-tan thought for a moment about the symbolic implications of her predicament, but quickly decided that she wouldn't allow despair to overcome her small chance to get away from this place. For a moment, NES-tan panicked, worried that she had been ripped in half as she couldn't feel her legs, but after her body diagnostics completed, she realized that while she was missing a lage number of her servos, she was at least still in one piece. Her
Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 3Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters
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"Devon," the young man replied, his gaze turned downward for a moment in contemplation, "My name's Devon. How about you? Do you have a name yet?" NES-tan blinked at the question. Some owners did name their consoles, but that had obviously never happened to her. She hung her head and barely whispered out her response. "No, my owner didn't want me at all. He had me stripped for spare parts and then thrown in a dump." Devon was clearly saddened by this, but he shook his head, looked into the console's eyes, and replied. "So, your last owner...well, the guy that didn't want you...was he the first? Or was there someone else before him? Do you remember being assembled before then, or coming from a refurbishment station?" The android thought about his words, bringing up her data entry for refurbishment. When an owner gives away his console-tan or passes away, it's common for the console-tan to be sent to a refurbishment station to have their magnetic resonance units cleared of th
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"I'm so nervous," Sam said anxiously. "What if they don't like me?"
"You'll do fine," David responded, trying to comfort her. "It's impossible not to like you." It was still hard to imagine this very well endowed girl was once a guy. She was perfect in almost every way, except she couldn't cook at all; somehow, David was becoming used to the horrible food. Sam was standing in front of the mirror, examining herself and adjusting her clothes. She was wearing a collared shirt with the top two buttons undone, which showed a little cleavage, and a business skirt.
Sam took a deep breath and gave her best smile, "Okay, here I go." David showed her out the door and waved good bye. He sighed thinking that this was like a parent sending a child off to school for the first time.
It had been two days since Sam and David had moved into the new apartment. Sam still went to the interview; David had no idea how she was able to convince the people that her paper had her gender wrong, but he co