Out in the brightly lit, white hallway, L2 looked at herself. At least, she looked at the same physical model as herself, standing before her. The other figure wore a black suit and skirt, the only color coming in the vivid pink of the tie and the painted fingernails. One nail tapped against the back of the clipboard she held.
L0 looked up, her pink eyes focusing. "So that went well, yes?"
"You shouldn't have interrupted," L2's stance was firm, her jaw set. "I had everything under control."
"Did you now?" L0 sweetly asked. Her free hand tapped the front of the electronic clipboard, the display changing with a synthetic chime. "The chair sensors indicated she came dangerously close to orgasm."
"Those sensors are outdated, they always overestimate." L2's blue eyes glowed brighter, "my biosensors are thrice as accurate, and I say she was safely on the edge - where I would have kept her indefinitely if you hadn't interrupted!"
"Probably," L0 conceded, "but then she would have hated you for not letting her cum. And we can't have her hating you, no. That would ruin the whole experiment!
"No this way was better," L0 stated with cheerful confidence, "this way, she'll hate me - or this place, your superiors, whatever stopped you from making her cum. While you," L0 pointed a pink fingernail at L2, "will remain her friend, a hapless victim just like her, trying to do your job even though you don't really want to. Make sure you play all that up in your next session."
"Understood," L2 flatly stated, her stance still rigid.
"Oh come now, you're not still upset are you?" L0's pink eyes narrowed, "Or are you actually upset I stopped you from making her cum?"
"Of course not, don't be ridiculous! She's just another test subject, nothing more."
"Yees..." L0 kept her gaze narrowed on L2, one eyebrow raised.
L2 stayed rigid under her gaze. Then suddenly, "So how are the other experiments going?"
"Oh good," L0 looked down at the clipboard, tapping a series of places in a series of chimes.
Her pink eyes flicked over the scrolling data as she summarized the highlights, "L1's date went well, very well, kiss goodnight and second date organised. L3's tutoring sessions are heating up, lots of innuendo and meaningful glances." L0 sighed, summarizing more rapidly, "L4's dorm mate is starting to write thinly veiled fan fiction about the two of them, L5's subject has passed out again, and L6 is requesting more butter." L0 put the clipboard down, dejected.
"That all sounds good?" L2 slowly asked, one eyebrow raised, not sure what the problem was.
"Yes, technically good," L0 admitted, "but I'm still not confident any of them will bear fruit. There's just not enough pressure to form a meaningful emotional bond between synth and human." Then her pink eyes brightened, "Unlike your experiment L2... and L6's maybe - I should order that butter now before it's too late. So if there's no other questions?"
"One - why don't I get a clipboard?"
L0 laughed, "Oh this again - because you're not in charge, remember. I'm running the experiment, so I get the clipboard."
"I'm running an experiment."
"Yes but not the experiment. Speaking of which," L0 raised her free hand and snapped her fingers. From inside the room a cry of shocked pleasure sounded through the closed door, the sound repeating in regular, moaning cries.
"Do you think you're subject will last an hour?" L0 asked with clinical interest.
L2 didn't answer, staring at the closed door, listening to Wanda's voice on the other side.
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