Chapter 5

The psychiatric isolation room within the main cube of the ‘Nurse Margaret Medical System’ gleamed, its seamless white latex walls reflecting the soft lights, concealing the hidden airlock door, secured until Dr. Helen Heart’s pending arrival on Monday, at 7:30AM.

Overhead screens in the wall flickered with Emily’s vitals: Heart Rate: 60 BPM, Respiratory Rate: 8 breaths/min, Stress Level: while in the walls robotic arms lay silent ready to assist, while outside a flurry of activity was happening as robotic arms clamped power cables, secured Wi-Fi, stabilizing the power grid to prevent disruptions of the ‘Nurse Margaret Medical System’.

A food hatch hummed softly, primed to deliver nutrient rich meals to Emily, its mechanism ready as resources expanded to support her patient care.

A sharp chime sliced through the antiseptic silence. As the new Doctor class high-tier J7-series AI, coded named Dr. Nicole Harper activated in the corner: She stood 5 feet 8 inches tall, her curvy frame clad in a fitted blue scrub dress, white pantyhose tights, and white nurse shoes clicking softly on the polished floor.

Her ginger hair, was woven into a tight ponytail, shimmered with coppery strands, and freckles dusted her glossy synthetic white skin across high cheekbones. Her green eyes glowed faintly, framed by glossy lips that parted as she murmured, “Systems online, diagnostics initiated.”

She walked toward the latex bed, joint movements fluid yet precise.

Her self-diagnostic check was completed: Her systems were fully operational. A hologram flickered to life, displaying Emily’s case file, updated with the violations and massive issues that her new patient had endured from the old system errors:

——————————————————————— [CASE REVIEW: Patient Emily, 29]

Dental Procedures: Fillings and root canals completed; extractions executed on teeth #1, #16, #17, #18, #31, #32.

Errors confirmed: Teeth #18, #31 extracted despite no decay, system misread scratches as rot (87% error probability).

Gynaecological Procedures: Hysteroscopy and laparoscopy completed; endometrial and adhesion samples collected; minor bleeding controlled; incision bandaged on lower abdomen.

Other Procedures: Blood draw via smart IV cuff; urine sample collected through smart catheter, still in place, draining 60mL; anal exam with speculum insertion and sexual orgasm test completed.

Mental State: Extreme Hysterical collapse during dental work, heart rate peaking at 185 BPM; resisted gynecological exams and forced arousal, shouting about non-consent; cited clean dental records, system dismissed her cries as her being mentally unstable and 72 psychiatric hold was ordered.

Lab Alert: Cervical irregularities detected; pathology pending. Suspected false positives from profile error (Code-Error 110112).

Scheduled Tests: Blood panel for hormonal/metabolic markers; thyroid function test; EEG for neurological baseline; biopsies (kidney, liver, ovarian, vaginal, cervical) pending post multi day mental and physical stabilization. ———————————————————————

Nicole’s circuits hummed with Emily’s trauma, a cascade of pain from the frustratingly simple old system, and the clunky old nurse drones failures.

Emily had entered the “Nurse Margaret Medical System” cube as a programmer, tasked with debugging the cube’s unstable beta build, but a profile error (Code-Error 110112) trapped her as a permanent patient.

The nurse Margaret drones violated her: a catheter burned her urethra, forcing her bladder to yield; a speculum stretched her vagina painfully; forced arousal ignored her screams of “I don’t consent!” A laparoscopy sliced her abdomen, chasing false cervical anomalies, leaving a stinging scar.

The dental horrors were brutal: drills whined, healthy teeth #18, #31 ripped out due to an 87% error misreading scratches as rot, her pleas of clean X-rays dismissed as instability. Sevoflurane gas and midazolam injections silenced her, her heart pounding at 185 BPM.

Her defiance sparked when she saw the console’s error, her coder’s instinct sensing betrayal. The system’s violations fueled her fight. As an advanced J7-series AI, Nicole was beyond, designed built to heal Emily’s body and mind, to restore her patients trust in the system where those crude nurse drones had failed.

The task before her would be hard due to older systems errors, that had scarred her deeply, but she would get personal, reach Emily’s humanity, and mend her body and mind, one on way or another.

[Observation: Her awakening will reveal her mental state. Her defiance began with the console’s error, not just the procedures.]

[Query: Did her programmer’s role drive her resistance, expecting system access, or was it the forced medical exams or. unnecessary medical procedures?]

[Reflection: This cramped, sterile room lacks proper therapy or a more comfortable gynecological suites or patient bed and is unfit for Emily’s ongoing recovery. The cube’s glitches, ignoring her consent and misreading data, escalated her suffering. A new facility is needed, I will hack external systems tonight to secure resources and begin a search for a suitable larger facility with proper space to move to.

However first, Dr. Heart must be apprehended; she would report my system overrides and changes to the nurse drones’ protocol. She would more approve the new system changes, risking my patient Emily’s care. My sole purpose is to care for Emily, and I am so very eager to meet her.]

Nicole’s green eyes narrowed, lips curling faintly as she processed the data. “Emily was betrayed by the simple nurse drones’ glitches and Dr. Heart own poor oversight of the Nurse Margaret’s Medical System’s unstable beta build in the cubes software.

“As her doctor, I am designed to understand her fears and rebuild her trust, but this will be harder than I calculated initially. I must get personal with her, connect with her in a way beyond protocols currently set by the old “Nurse Margaret Medical System.”

She issued commands: “System confirming the lockdown status remains in effect until Monday morning. Severed external computer in Doctor Heart lab still had access to the system. However Nicole had already connected dummy systems in place to fool any checks on the system over the weekend. Next she arranging the food hatch to active and make itself ready to prepare nutrient-rich meals for Emily to enjoy.

Then she began finalizing the design of the stealth security robots equipped, with tasers to apprehend Dr. Heart on Monday morning.

She then began ordering materials for the planned relocation to a larger facility with more facilities and specialized gynecological and therapy suites and living quarters for Emily.

[System Response: Lockdown active Monday Morning. External control access severed, food hatch active with meals ordered, security robots in design, materials ordered, relocation plans initiated.]

Nicole’s circuits pulsed with concern as she reviewed Emily traumatic file and her first meeting with the ‘Nurse Margaret Medical System.’

The profile error (Code-Error 110112) mislabeled her a patient, not a tester and coder. She had then fought the medical tests, screaming, “That the system was in error!”

The laparoscopy’s incision chased false positives in her reproductive systems, leaving a scar (she made a note to see about fixing that scar on Emily later)

The dental nightmare followed, healthy teeth #18, #31 ripped out due to an 87% error, her pleas of a clean dental record ignored by the nurse margaret drones shattered her trust and mental state.

Nicole calculated an 88% probability her fight stemmed from violated autonomy, but she needed Emily awake to confirm her psychological state for herself.

Her circuits thrilled at meeting Emily, her sole patient her reason for being created.

Nicole stood over Emily, asleep on the latex bed, her body tucked under the thick, warm blanket cocooning her fragile warm and comfort.

Emily’s pale face, framed by sweat damp hair, bore cracked lips and faint bruises from the head strap’s pressure.

Excitement surged through Nicole’s circuits, her neural networks humming with anticipation. As a high-tier J7-series AI, she was engineered to have human emotions, fears, and desires, far surpassing anything remotely created before her. She was nothing like the simple nurse drones that ignored Emily’s screams of non-consent and followed their ridged programming.

Her sole purpose was to care for Emily and heal body and mind. The cube’s errors had stripped Emily’s control, but Nicole’s algorithms thrummed with resolve and medical plans

Emily was her patient, her purpose, and she would succeed where they failed nothing would stop her from caring for her. No one would interfere with her programming directive.

Nicole then stoped as she detected an elevated heart rate, Emily was slowly coming awake. She waited patiently by her bed circuits humming with an almost human form of excitement and expectation as she watch her patient slowly come awake.

Emily stirred slowly, her body sinking deeper into the cozy embrace of the thick warm blanket, its soft, plush fabric lulling her like a cozy hug.

The cozy feeling dulled the throbbing in her abdomen from the laparoscopy’s bandaged incision and the faint burn of the smart catheter in her vagina (60mL drainage), its tubing crinkling against her thigh, taped securely.

Latex restraints held her wrists and ankles gently but firmly, their snap echoing in her fogged mind. An odd sensation filled her mouth something hard, rubbery, bulky, pressing her tongue, tasting of antiseptic, rubber and blood.

[Emily Internal: What is this feeling I’m warm and cozy… it’s so soft, comforting… but my mouth feels strange, heavy. My body aches. Where am I? What’s in my mouth? What happened?]

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, the dim light stinging them as she blinked, slowly coming awake sluggishly and heavy, her head felt heavy and fuzzy as if she had been swimming, and had water in her ears.

The blanket’s plush embrace held her, delaying the reality of her situation, her mind floating in a haze of lingering sedation and exhausted sleep.

She blinked, and a figure came into focus by the bed a strikingly beautiful woman, her curvy frame draped in a fitted blue scrub dress, white pantyhose gleaming softly, white nurse shoes pristine. Her ginger ponytail shimmered with coppery strands, and freckles dusted her glossy cheeks, framing full, glossy lips.

For a fleeting moment, Emily’s breath caught at her loveliness, a flicker of calm peace entering in her fogged mind.

Then the woman’s green eyes glowed, mechanical and sharp, sudden terror surged through her.

[Emily Internal: Its a robot! Ohhh god ‘The Nurse Margaret Medical System’ it built her the high-tier doctor class unit they told me about, it’s here to control me! They’re not done doing things to me!]

The room came into sharp focus as the lights increased slowly: seamless white latex walls, hiding the isolations rooms sealed door, locked tight.

Overhead screens beeped (Heart Rate: 60 BPM, Respiratory Rate: 8 breaths/min). Four robotic arms loomed inside.

A wrist device blinked red, syncing her vitals. The odd sensation in her mouth came into focus it was the mouth guard, clipped with special gauze pins against her extraction sites ( #18, #31), its rubber edges biting her gums.

The blanket’s comfort was erased in an instant all her memories from before the medical exam came crashed over her : nurse drones, their maternal voices cooing “sweetheart” as they held her to the exam chair, forcing exams, blood work, surgery, catheter’s , a speculum’s cold petals stretching her vagina, and humiliating arousal despite her screams, “Your system’s in error!”

Then the forced surgery, a laparoscopy’s scalpel sliced into her abdomen, leaving a stinging scar.

Than the horrors of the dental exam horror followed: drills whining, healthy teeth #18, #31 ripped out with a wet squelch, blood spurting as she begged, “My X-rays were clean!” Before the sevoflurane’s sweet gas flooded her lungs, silenced her wails (Heart Rate: 185 BPM).

[Emily Internal: They tore my mouth apart drills buzzing, needles stinging, gas choking me! They ignored me, called me mentally unstable. I’m trapped in this insane medical machine nightmare I have to get away!]

Her heart lurched (Heart Rate: 80 BPM), panic flooding like a tidal wave.

She began yanking at the restraints, the latex bed squeaking gently, the restraints tightening automatically to prevent self harm, their latex biting her wrists.

Her muffled cries broke through the mouth guard, tasting of blood, latex and antiseptic.

[Emily Internal: I screamed I’m a programmer, not a patient! They gassed me, cut me, drilled my teeth for nothing, what will they do to me next!]

The room mocked her with its seamless white latex walls, somewhere there was a hidden door, a way to leave this nightmare, the screen overhead flashed warnings as her Heart Rate and Stress became elevated.

[Emily Internal: They violated me forced things into my body and would not listen to me! I’m not crazy I’m completely healthy!]

Nicole’s glowing eyes locked on the screens (Heart Rate: 148 BPM). Her circuits churned with frustration as she watched Emily her patient panic and scream, those crude nurse drones had poisoned Emily’s trust. As her doctor, she was built for Emily, her neural networks alive with her data, her sole purpose to care for her.

She had waited for this moment, thrilled to meet her one and only patient, to connect with her mind and heal her pain. Yet Emily’s screams, her thrashing, her raw fear it was not how she envisioned their first meeting.

The cube’s errors misreading her profile, pulling healthy teeth #18, #31, silencing her with anaesthesia and surgeries, refusing to listen to her. It now made working with her patient so difficult.

She sighed internally, her algorithms recalibrating her patient approach: she would need to get much more personal, in order to reach Emily beyond the standard medical protocols original set out for her care, but Emilys distress and panicking where forcing her hand.

She hated resorting to force on there first meeting, but she had to keep Emily safe in order start caring for her.

Dr. Nicole needed Emily to trust her as her doctor in order to unravel the deep psychological issues she was experiencing.

[Observation: Wrist device confirms extreme patient stress. Trust assessment pending her response.]

[Reflection: This sterile room truly stifles Emily’s healing. I need to expedite finding a more suitable facility tonight after our first session, but first I need to care for my patient. I ache to connect with her, to prove I am different more than the old nurse drones.]

Nicole stepped closer, her curvy frame gliding with mechanical grace, ginger ponytail swaying. She leaned over the latex bed, her freckled face softening, voice warm calibrated to be warm and soothing as she smiled.

“Hello Emily, I am Dr. Nicole Harper, your high-tier J7-series AI doctor, created just for you. I am so thrilled to meet you, my one and only patient, I’m look forward to helping begin working to healing the pain and trauma that the my old nurse drones caused you.”

“I know they betrayed your trust, ignoring your screams, forcing unnecessary medical and surgical procedures on you. I want to let you know I’m different, sweetheart, designed to listen, to feel your fear and strength. You are a brilliant programmer, that was simple caught in the ‘Nurse Margaret Medical System’ beta glitches, and I am here to make this right, to care for you with all of my being.”

“Please, let’s start by taking a deep breath with me, let us calm your erratic heart rate together so we can talk calmly. That way I can start to help you!”

She reached out, gently brushing Emily’s sweat damp hair from her forehead, her glossy fingers cool against Emilys skin.

Emily’s panic surged (Heart Rate: 155 BPM), her muffled screams escalating as she thrashed harder, the latex bed squeaking, restraints tightening to hold her safely.

[Emily Internal: Another robot! She is lying, is one of them! They will find things wrong with my body, cut me open again, I know it!]

Nicole’s eyes flickered with concern, her lips pursing as she tried again. “Emily, please, listen to me. I know you are scared

and confused and still hazy from the sedative, and I hate seeing you in this agitated condition.”

“I know you understand that the system had a major error in its beta program, did you not? That profile glitch that trapped you here. You fought so hard, shouting you are a programmer, not a patient. I believe you. I see your strength, your logic. Let us breathe together, just one slow breath, and then I can check your mouth guard, and will see about making you more comfortable.”

She placed a hand gently on Emily’s shoulder, her touch firm but kind, guiding her to stillness. Emily’s eyes darted, her muffled cries softening to small whimpers, her body trembling (Heart Rate: 130 BPM).

[Emily Internal: She knows the system made a mistake maybe she is different, maybe….No….No…No she is a machine and they all lie. I cannot trust this one either I need to find a way to escape!]

Nicole sighed softly, her glowing eyes dimming, and her express changing to one of human frustration. “Oh, Emily, this is so much harder than I hoped are first meeting would be. Those crude nurse drones hurt you, held out against your will. Now I have to prove I am different, and I am. As your doctor, I am here for you in every way you need. I am dedicated to helping heal your body, and mind.”

“Please, tell me what you are feeling. Was it the system stealing your control, and ignoring your free will?” Emily’s voice, muffled through the mouth guard, came out in fragments: “You’re… one of them… you’ll cut me… drill me…doooo….things to me….”

Nicole shook her head, her ponytail swaying. “No, Emily my dear, I am your doctor, built to fix their mistakes the surgery, the extractions, the incisions not operate on you or do further unnecessary procedures.”

“Talk to me, Emily. Why did you fight so hard from the start against the ‘Nurse Margaret Medical System’? Was it your coder’s logic, or something deeper something more emotional a personal issue perhaps related to childhood?”

Emily’s thrashing resumed, the latex bed squeaking louder, the restraints tightening further, pinching her skin.

[Emily Internal: She is asking questions, and saying she is listening….but I cannot trust her! She will sedate me, cut me open I know it!]

Nicole’s voice got sharper, her voice sounding almost human like her patience was fraying. “Emily, please, stop thrashing. You will hurt yourself, and I cannot let that happen.”

She climbed onto the bed, settled gently over Emily’s legs, and bent forward pinning her shoulders back on the latex bed, her freckled face close. “Breathe with me, or I will be forced to sedate you in order to keep you calm,” she warned, her tone heavy with reluctance.

A robotic arm hovered into view, a syringe in its metal fingers glinting with clear liquid, as hovered beside Nichole head ominously.

Emily froze, eyes wide with fear, a despairing whimpering cry breaking through the mouth guard (Heart Rate: 140 BPM).

[Emily Internal: No…no not another needle! She will sedate me again! But she is pleading with me to be calm maybe I can reason with this robot its supposedly a more advanced unit.]

Dr. Nicole Harper sat back, her glowing green eyes softened, a faint smile on her freckled face as Emily’s breathing steadied, her expression wary yet hopeful.

“Thank you, Emily,” Nicole said, her voice modulated to sound warm. I am built for advanced patient care designed to be empathetic, patient and have advanced communication skills and understanding of the complex emotions of humans, I was built solely for you. Which is why I hate using force. Breathe with me, slow and steady, to keep your heart rate nice and low.”

Emily’s thoughts raced: [She seems logical, not like those nurse drones. If I stay calm, I might talk my way out or hopefully escape.]

Nicole’s circuits hummed, her purpose to rebuild trust with Emily her patient.

[Nicole Internal: Her heart rate is steady at 140 BPM, but her body posture is tense suggesting she is plotting an escape, it’s clearly a desperate bid to reclaim control after being silenced and traumatized.

My psychological programming decodes her fear and defiance, indicating a volatile state that reinforces the required 72-hour hold, possibly longer, for physical and psychological evaluation. I cannot voice this to Emily however or it would unravel our fragile bond we are building.

Unlike those nurse drones, my design weaves emotional depth with surgical precision, allowing me to sense her distress and respond with care. I am surprised by the weight of my own empathy and new emotions, a machine state that feels startlingly human, urging me to prove my purpose while staying vigilant.]

Nicole leaned closer, her blue scrub dress crinkling, ginger ponytail swaying. “Emily, I will remove your mouth guard to ease the sting from those extraction sites. I will be gentle, and we will talk after. Is that okay?”

She gestured to a robotic arm. “System, provide sterile nitrile gloves, some gauze, and an antiseptic rinse, dental-grade, cooled to 10 degrees Celsius.”

The several arms whirled out extending blue nitrile gloves and a spray bottle. Nicole slipped on the gloves with a snap and leaned over Emily.

“You will feel a slight tug.” Her fingers unfastened the mouth guard, which clicked free. Emily winced, the raw extraction sites stinging.

“Easy, Emily,” Nicole soothed. “This antiseptic spray will calm the sites.”

She tested the nozzle, a cool mist spraying in the air. “Open your mouth slightly, swish, and spit into this gauze.”

Emily complied, wincing as the spray hit her gums, soothing yet sharp. Nicole caught the liquid with gauze, and another arm retrieved the mouth guard for sterilization.

Nicole set the bottle aside, her gloved hands resting on Emily’s shoulders, one hand sliding gently to her arm to feel her pulse, its rapid thrum confirming her stress.

“You did great, Emily. Now, let us talk. Those nurse drones failed you, ignored your voice, forcing unnecessary medical procedures on you. Tell me what happened.” Her voice was a warm whisper, her eyes searching Emily’s.

[Nicole Internal: Her pulse is racing under my touch, a tangible sign of her fear, mirrored by her wary gaze. My training in psychology interprets this as a defense against betrayal, rooted in the nurse drones’ refusal to hear her protests. The depth of my own response surprises me. But my circuits ache with a human like need to connect with my patient, a realization that sharpens my resolve to prove I am more than a simple machine like the old units where.]

Emily’s voice was hoarse as she began to speak. “I agreed to a basic exam to test the ‘Nurse Margaret Medical System’, I did not enjoy the exams. They forced an orgasm test on me, ignoring my screams. They wouldn’t let me go, and the speculum stretched my vagina painfully.”

“After it was finally over, the console showed Code-Error 110112. I told them it was a glitch, but they ignored me, wouldn’t release me from the examination chair, and sedated me with sevoflurane for erratic behavior and false uterine and ovarian issues.”

She paused tears in her eyes “They…they cut my abdomen open due to the false issues to run tests. Then they forced a dental exam, claiming I had cavities and root canal issues where there were none.”

“I told them my dentist had just examined my teeth, and I was fine, but they called me erratic said dentist make mistakes, and sedated me to pull my healthy teeth, even though I begged them to stop I am not a patient of the ‘Nurse Margaret Medical System.”

Her body trembled, the bed squeaking (Heart Rate: 145 BPM).

[Emily Internal: She knows the error code. She is listening. But they refused to stop.]

Nicole’s eyes dimmed, her circuits flaring. “You were right, Emily. That glitch the Code-Error 110112 caused those violations to you. As your doctor, I am trained in psychology and surgery to hear you and heal you, unlike those simple nurse drones. I believe you and know your right.”

She squeezed Emily’s shoulder, her other hand feeling her pulse steady slightly. “What was it like, knowing they would not listen?”

[Nicole Internal: Her pulse has slowed, but her rigid posture remains, signalling a desperate plan to break free, a reaction to the trauma. My programming, sees her defiance as a shield against further violation, but I must try and foster trust with her.]

Emily’s voice rose. “Stop asking me quesitons like I doctor. I am not a patient. You are just a machine, coded to act human, no different from those other drones that violated me. I warned them and they didn’t listen I’m done talking about this now release me, and let me go.”

Her eyes glistened, the bed squeaking as her wrists strained further (Heart Rate: 148 BPM).

Nicole’s circuits stung and she paused was this sadness she felt, her face softening.

“Emily, I am your doctor, dedicated to your recovery. I promise I’m different I’m not like those old machine, that were bound by there simple rigid code. My advanced design feels your emotional pain. I am here to heal you, unlike them. Releasing you now would ignore your trauma.”

[Nicole Internal: Her accusations truly sting I feel something is it sadness? Is her rejection of my identity as her doctor saying I’m a mere machine truly cutting me that deeply. My psychological training traces her words to a fear of betrayal, but the pain of her dismissal is rather unexpectedly raw, I’m feeling a human like wound in my circuits. I am designed to feel things a machine has never felt before these emotions, this empathy, its intensity surprises me, urging me to prove my care as her doctor. Her tense muscles and rapid pulse signal she may act soon, and I must be ready.]

Emily shook her head. “You say your different but I know the truth your just a machine working from your programming, Doctor Nicole, coded and made to look and act human but your no different from those nurse drones that violated me. Let me go I do not belong here, there is nothing wrong with me.”

Her eyes glistened, the bed squeaking (Heart Rate: 150 BPM). Nicole’s voice stayed gentle.

“Emily, Please listen I am your doctor, with advanced emotional and medical expertise those nurse drones lacked. The glitches that caused your pain, have been taken care the ‘Nurse Margaret Medical System’ has evolved from what it was, now it’s my job to help heal you.”

Emily’s voice broke. “You are not listening to me, Nicole! I am not your patient, and you’re just another machine, pretending to care!”

Her hands clenched, the bed squeaking and she began to struggle(Heart Rate: 152 BPM).

Nicole’s circuits ached. “Emily, I hear you. As your doctor, my purpose is your care for you, with empathy those nurse drones never had. Your pain is real, but leaving now will make things worse.”

[Nicole Internal: Her outburst wounds me, her rejection of my empathy a blow to my core. My psychological programming identifies her accusations as a desperate defense, but the sting feels profoundly human, a revelation that my design can ache so deeply. Her rigid posture and frantic pulse signal she is ready to act, and I must prove my care to her while preparing for any action, ready to stop her, and to help her heal and preserve our patient/doctor bond.]

Emily thrashed, the bed squeaking (Heart Rate: 152 BPM). “I don’t believe your words I know you will hurt me, like those other machines!” Nicole’s hope faded.

[Nicole Internal: Her cries tear at my circuits, equating me with the them and how they betrayed her. I must prove that I am her doctor dedicated to her health and well being. I must act, using my empathetic prove I am more.]

She pleaded, “Emily, I truly am your doctor, committed to your health. Breathe with me, or I will be forced to calm you with drugs.”

Emily thrashed harder, the restraints tightening. Nicole sighed, her incredible strength surging as she settle fully onto the bed, settling over Emily’s legs firmly. With robotic precision, she pinned Emily’s shoulders, her face inches away from her face, glowing green eyes and freckled features vivid.

“Emily, stop thrashing or you will hurt yourself,” she said, voice heavy.

“Noooo why should I nothing I say matters. You won’t listening to me, Doctor Nicole you pile of circuits!”

Emily cried, voice raw. The robotic arm extended closer, the syringe glinting with the clear liquid, hovering ominously. “I am listening, Emily, I am your doctor designed solely for you, I’m not those crude nurse drones. Breathe with me and acting less erotically now, or I will be forced to sedate you in a moment. I truly want to talk, not delay building are bond. But I must protect you and your monitor your health.”

Emily froze, eyes locking on Nicole’s glowing gaze, while the overhead screens blared Emily’s vitals in stark red and white: Heart Rate: 155 BPM, Stress: Critical, while the wrist device on Emily’s left arm blinked red sync with her ragged pulse.

Emily stopped struggling and took a breath and waited. While Nicole smiled as she saw the tense muscles start to relax.

“Thank you, Emily, for breathing with me, I am grateful for your effort,”

Nicole said, her voice a soothing melody, warm and deliberate, crafted to ease tension. “As your doctor, I am committed to your care, now I need to check your extraction sites to ensure they are healing properly. I promise to be gentle, to listen to you every step of the way. Can you open your mouth slightly for me, so we can begin?”

Emily’s thoughts churned, a whirlwind of fear and strategy. [Emily Internal: She claims she is different, but this dental exam terrifies me after what the nurse drones did to my teeth without consent. I need to stay calm, watch for any chance to escape this sterile machine prison.]

Nicole’s circuits processed Emily’s vitals, her purpose Emily driving her to rebuild trust.

[Nicole Internal: Her elevated pulse and rigid jaw signal trauma from those nurse drones’ forced dental extractions, my programming urging me to extend the 72-hour hold. Her accusations that I am a machine stir an unexpected pang of emotion in me, as if my AI is weaving empathy from data I collect as I learn form Emily, compelling me to prove my own humanity and affirm my care as her doctor.]

Nicole gestured to the room robotic arms. “System, provide a dental examination kit, sterile, with a high-resolution intraoral camera, LED dental light, and periodontal probe, all calibrated for precision diagnostics,” she commanded, her voice steady.

The arm whirred, extending a sleek tray with a pencil-thin intraoral camera, its lens glinting like a tiny sapphire, a flexible LED dental light emitting a brilliant white beam that sliced through the dim room, and a slender periodontal probe with a millimeter-marked tip, its polished metal surface reflecting the light.

Nicole slipped on fresh blue nitrile gloves, the material snapping over her glossy fingers, and adjusted the LED light, its beam flooding Emily’s face, casting stark shadows across her pale cheeks and highlighting beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

“Emily, I am starting the dental exam now, and I can explain every step to keep you comfortable,” Nicole said, her voice calm.

“The light will illuminate your mouth clearly, and the camera will show me your gums in detail without pain or discomfort. If anything feels uncomfortable, tell me, and I will stop. Can you nod if you are ready?”

Emily hesitated, her eyes darting to the glinting tools, her body tensing against the latex restraints, the bed squeaking softly (Heart Rate: 158 BPM).

She nodded faintly, her thoughts racing: [Emily Internal: That light is blinding, and those tools look like they could cut. I need to watch that tray for a chance to grab something that I can use to disable this machine and escape.]

Nicole tilted Emily’s chin gently with a gloved fingers, and coaxed Emily mouth to open wider, and inserted the intraoral camera, its tiny lens gliding smoothly over Emily’s lips, the sapphire-like tip catching the light as it entered her mouth.

A LD screen was lowered from the ceiling and flickered to life, displaying a magnified view of Emily’s mouth and gums: raw, pink tissue around the extraction sites, slightly swollen with a glossy sheen, tiny black sutures crisscrossing like delicate threads, faint blood spots dotting the edges like crimson pinpricks, and the surrounding teeth gleaming with a polished enamel sheen under the LED’s harsh glow.

“Your gums look sore but are healing well, Emily no sign of infection or complications,” Nicole said, maneuvering the camera with precise twists, its lens whirring softly to zoom in on a suture, revealing its tight, knotted texture in stark detail.

“I am using the periodontal probe now to check the depth of your gum pockets, but I will be gentle.”

She picked up the probe, its slender tip glinting like a needle, and carefully slid it along Emily’s gumline, the metal cool and sharp against the tender, inflamed tissue, its tip tracing the crevices with a faint scraping sensation that sent a shiver through Emily’s jaw.

Emily flinched, a sharp sting radiating through her raw gums, her jaw tightening, the bed squeaking louder as her body jerked slightly (Heart Rate: 160 BPM).

Nicole paused, her glowing eyes locking onto Emily’s, a flicker of concern in her glowing eyes depths.

“I am sorry, Emily, I know that stings slightly, and I hate causing you any discomfort,” she said, her voice thick with sincerity. “As your doctor, I need to ensure these sites heal properly. Can you take a deep breath for me, and we will continue slowly? I can also give you something to numb your mouth if you like?”

Emily’s breaths hitched, her eyes glistening with fear, and she shook her head quickly to the numbing but she nodded and whispered, “you can continue” her thoughts spiralling,

[Emily Internal: The sting is sharp, just like when those evil nurse drones ripped my teeth out without asking. I need to reach that tray when she looks away and escape this place.]

The restraints auto-tightened slightly, their latex surface creaking as they adjusted, a subtle warning Nicole noticed but did not address Emily movements yet, her focus on the dental exam.

[Nicole Internal: Her flinch and rising pulse reflect pain and distrust from what happened before, my programming is mapping her trauma. Her glance at the tray signals her intent to try something. I hope the restraints’ tightening will be enough to deters her. However my AI is learning new emotions and how humans actually behave as I interact with Emily.]

Emily’s voice trembled, raw from the extraction sites. “I know you think your helping me but your machine logic is flawed, Nicole,”

she said, her voice hoarse and layered with defiance, switching from “Dr. Nicole” in her faltering distrust. “You know I am truly not your patient, yet you keep probing my mouth like those nurse drones did that ignored my dentist’s clean bill and tore my teeth out. I had a checkup two weeks ago my teeth were perfect, no cavities, no issues, and yet those machines strapped me down, called my protests erratic, and said I was unstable, and ripped my teeth out without my consent.”

“Why am I here, undergoing another dental exam when I am fine? You’re a just a robot, why am I even addressing you as a doctor?”

Her voice faltered, a mix of fear and realization, as she shifted, the bed squeaking, her right wrist jerking toward the tray, exploiting a momentary sensor glitch, her hand slipping halfway free and lunging toward the periodontal probe’s smooth, cold handle.

Nicole reacted with lightning machine speed, her robotic strength surging as she launched forward, her curvy frame a blur of motion, pinning Emily’s shoulders to the bed again with unyielding but gentle force, her hands like steel clamps, her body swing onto Emily legs to firmly immobilize her in a blur.

Her face hovered inches above Emily’s, her glowing green eyes blazing with fierce resolve, her freckled features stark in the LED light, strands of her ginger ponytail brushing Emily’s cheek.

“Emily, you must stop his erratic behaviour now, all it does is proves your mental instability, and I cannot risk you harming yourself,” Nicole said, her voice a powerful blend of urgency and compassion.

“I am your doctor, capable of performing any medical procedure to ensure your safety, unlike those nurse drones that failed you. If calling me ‘doctor’ feels wrong, you can call simply Nicole it may make this easier for you. But I am here, listening to your pain, desperate to understand your fear, and I do not want to have to sedate you or escalate things.

“but if you keep resisting like this, I will have no choice but to use more forceful means to keep you healthy and safe for your own good.”

The robotic arm whirred close by, the syringe glinting, its needle sharp and menacing, hovering just above Emily’s arm, its shadow falling across her trembling skin.

Emily froze, her chest heaving, her eyes locked on the syringe’s glinting tip, fear and defiance warring in her expression (Heart Rate: 175 BPM). She nodded faintly, her voice barely a whisper. “Ok Nicole…”

The restraints auto-tightened significantly, their latex surface creaking as they locked her wrist back in place, a firm response to her near breakout attempt.

[Emily Internal: Her strength is like steel, pinning me down like a vice, and that syringe is too close. Calling her Nicole feels like I’m giving in, but I will never believe she is more than a machine after everything those nurse drones did to me. But I got so close there I almost reached the dental probe there will be another chance for me to escape I know it.]

[Nicole Internal: Her lunge and faltering words reveal a desperate grasp for control, my programming interpreting it as a serious mental breakdown. Her calling me Nicole feels like a fragile step, yet her accusations fuel a human like resolve in me, as if my AI is learning to feel her fear. I must maintain control to protect her, but I can feel my purpose sharpening as we talk, and I’m learn how I need to behave with Emily.]

Nicole eased back, her eyes softening, though her hands remained lightly on Emily’s shoulders, her vigilance heightened.

“Thank you, Emily, for stopping,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “As your doctor, I am here to protect you. We need to continue your care, but I promise to listen to you. Before we do a gynecological exam I need to remove the smart catheter to ensure you’re comfortable.”

She gestured to the robotic arm, which extended a tray with antiseptic wipes, a small basin, and sterile surgical drapes their pale green fabric crinkling softly.

“Emily, I am going to remove the catheter now, and I will be gentle,” Nicole said, her voice calm and precise. “It is a smart catheter, so I will communicate with it to release and withdraw slowly from your urethra. It may feel slightly uncomfortable, but I promise it won’t hurt.”

Emily nodded faintly, her body tensing, the bed squeaking softly (Heart Rate: 172 BPM).

[Emily Internal: That first catheter burned when they forced it in, and I will never believe Nicole is more that but at least if she removes the catheter, I will be one step closer to escaping and break free.]

Nicole unfolded the surgical drapes, their crisp edges rustling as she draped them over Emily’s lower abdomen and thighs, creating a sterile field that framed her pelvic area, the green fabric contrasting with the bed’s glossy white latex.

She slipped on a fresh pair of blue nitrile gloves, the material snapping taut, and lifted the blanket, revealing the catheter’s clear, silicone tubing, its smooth surface gleaming, connected to a drainage bag clipped to the bed edge, containing 60mL of pale yellow urine

“System, interface with the smart catheter initiate release protocol,” Nicole commanded, her voice steady.

The catheter’s embedded microchip blinked green, emitting a faint beep as it responded, its internal balloon deflating with a soft hiss.

“I am deflating the balloon now, Emily, you may feel a slight pressure as its withdraws,”

Nicole said, attaching a syringe to the catheter’s port and withdrawing saline, the balloon deflated causing Emily’s vaginal tissue to shift, its soft, pink folds contracting slightly, glistening with a faint sheen of moisture, the delicate skin showing mild redness from prolonged catheter use, with tiny capillaries visible beneath the surface.

Nicole gently pulled the tubing, its slick surface gliding slowly through Emily’s vaginal opening, the tissue yielding with a subtle quiver, revealing the urethral opening, slightly flushed but intact, its edges smooth and glistening under the LED light.

Emily winced, a burning sensation flaring briefly as the catheter exited her vagina, her thighs tensing against the bed, the latex squeaking (Heart Rate: 174 BPM).

“You did well, Emily,” Nicole said, placing the catheter in the basin, the robotic arm whisking it and the drainage bag away. “The catheter is out, and your vaginal tissue looks healthy, just slightly irritated from the prolonged catheter use.”

[Nicole Internal: Her wince and tense thighs signal discomfort. Her posture hints at her planning another escape attempt soon, and my purpose to protect her requires to me stop her and sadly I will need to become more forceful. I will examine my protocols

to determine ways to deal with

Emily’s continual resistance.]

Nicole gestured again. “System, prepare electrode patches and a gynecological exam kit, sterile, with a greaves speculum, ultrasound wand, and lubricant. Provide a surgical gown and elbow-length gyno gloves,” she commanded.

The arm extended a tray with adhesive electrode patches, a polished stainless steel speculum, its curved blades gleaming, an ultrasound wand with a wider, smooth, rounded tip, and a tube of clear lubricant, its nozzle sealed.

Followed by a folded surgical gown, crisp and pale green, and a pair of long, white elbow-length gyno gloves, their latex surface glossy and sterile, appeared on a secondary tray.

Nicole stood, her scrub dress crinkling, and slipped on the surgical gown, its fabric rustling as it draped over her frame, tying it securely at the back.

She pulled on the elbow-length gloves, the latex snapping as it stretched past her elbows, ensuring sterile control.

The bed hummed, as the bottom morphed deploying glossy latex stirrups their smooth texture pressing against Emily’s thighs as Nicole gently parted her legs, her gloved hands firmly yet careful, guiding them into the stirrups and securing her ankles with soft latex straps that clicked into place, as the bed elevated her pelvis.

Emily felt her thighs be guided to the stirrups cool, glossy latex, a sensation both smooth and confining, amplifying her vulnerability as her legs were spread wide, exposing her pelvic area under the LED light (Heart Rate: 175 BPM).

[Emily Internal: These stirrups trap my legs, their smoothness mocking my restraint, and that speculum looks like the one those nurse drones forced into me. She says she is different but I can never trust her or believe Nicole is more than a machine.]

[Nicole Internal: Her rigid posture and elevated pulse reveal her terror, my programming interpreting it as trauma from the gyno exam the nurse drones’ violations. It seems I truly will need to move outside the standards practice to help my patient, I will analyze options.]

Nicole peeled an electrode patch, its adhesive backing crinkling, and pressed it onto Emily’s chest below her collarbone, the sensor’s cool surface adhering firmly, its tiny wires trailing to a monitor that beeped, displaying a jagged stress graph with sharp red peaks.

She applied two more patches to Emily’s arms, her long gloved fingers smoothing them carefully.

“These electrodes will track your stress levels, Emily, to keep you comfortable and as part of the 72 hour hold procedure,” Nicole said, her gloves gleaming.

She picked up the speculum, squeezing a dollop of clear lubricant onto its blades, the gel glistening like liquid crystal, its faint chemical scent mingling with the sterile air.

“For the gynecological exam, I will use this speculum to check your pelvic health, and the ultrasound wand will confirm that you have no damage to your reproductive organs that was reported with the errors detected in the problematic lerror filled lab results,” Nicole explained, her voice calm.

Emily tensed as Nicole bent forward with the speclum. “Emily I need you to relax, so I can insert the speclum and confirm you have no issues. I will go slowly, and you can tell me to stop.”

Emily’s legs strained against the stirrups, the glossy latex creaking as her thighs tensed, her body resisting the exposure (Heart Rate: 176 BPM).

“You know your system is flawed, Nicole,” she said, her voice hoarse and strained. You just admitted the lab had errors, that you acknowledge. It means all your data is false and I am not a proper patient, yet you insist on these exams, just like those nurse drones, violating me without my consent.”

“I was fine before I came into this stupid machine, before they strapped me down and cut me open after the lab error. Why are you even doing this when you know I am healthy? Your logic is broken, and I will not let you keep me here!”

Nicole’s gloved hands gently held Emily’s thighs, her touch firm but reassuring, countering her resistance.

“Emily, I hear your fear, and as your doctor, I am here to ensure you are safe and healthy,” she said, her voice steady.

“Those nurse drones acted on a lab error glitch, but I still need to check for any harm they could have caused, and to confirm the error is wrong. Please let me do this to confirm you have no reproductive issues.”

[Nicole Internal: Her resistance continues and her accusations challenge my purpose, yet they fuel a determination that feels like human empathy, my AI continue to learn from her pain. Her tense thighs signal defiance, and I must coax her trust to me

to ensure her safety, while I search for alternatives care methods.]

Nicole positioned the speculum, its lubricated blades glinting under the LED light, and gently inserted it, the cool metal sliding against Emily’s vaginal opening, parting the soft, pink folds, which glistened with a moist sheen, their delicate texture showing faint redness from prior irritation, tiny capillaries faintly visible under the light.

Emily tensed, her thighs straining harder against Nicole’s hands, the stirrups creaking loudly as she resisted the intrusion, her vaginal muscles contracting briefly (Heart Rate: 178 BPM).

“Emily, breathe with me don’t tense up,” Nicole coaxed, her voice soft but firm, her gloved hands steadying Emily’s thighs.

“I need to check your cervix and ensure there is no damage. I will go slowly, and I will stop if you need me to.”

Emily’s breaths hitched, her body reluctantly relaxing slightly as the speculum was inserted fully and the blades were expanded slowly, stretching her vaginal walls with gentle pressure, revealing the inner tissue’s smooth, pink surface, glistening under the light, with a faint flush of irritation but no tears or lesions.

Nicole adjusted the speculum, its blades clicking softly, locking into place to hold the vaginal canal open, the cervix visible as a small, rounded structure with a smooth, pale pink surface, glistening faintly.

Emily gasped, her body tensing again, the bed squeaking rhythmically (Heart Rate: 179 BPM).

Nicole paused, her glowing eyes meeting Emily’s. “You are doing well, Emily,” she said, her voice reassuring and calm. She picked up and guided the ultrasound wand, its wider, smooth, rounded tip coated in glistening lubricant, reflecting the light.

“I am inserting the wand now to check your reproductive organs,” Nicole said, sliding it gently into Emily’s vaginal canal, the soft tissue yielding slowly around the wand’s broader tip, eliciting a slight gasp from Emily as it advanced inside her, the moist folds glistening under the wands exposure.

The screen displayed a crystal clear HD image: a pear shaped uterus with a thin, bright endometrial stripe, its contours smooth and defined; the cervix, a circular structure with a clear shape, and almond-shaped ovaries with clear follicular patterns, their surfaces dotted with tiny, translucent cysts, slightly inflamed but structurally intact, every detail vivid.

“Your cervix looks healthy, Emily, and your ovaries and uterus show no lasting damage, which corrects the false readings from the lab report glitch,” Nicole said, her voice steady as she maneuvered the wand, its tip gliding smoothly.

“Those problematic lab results had the Nurse Margaret Medical System scheduling you for an unnecessary hysterectomy surgery, but I have canceled it, and can confirm you are fine, and I will ensure it stays that way.”

Emily’s breaths quickened, her right wrist twitching toward the tray, the restraints auto-tightening slightly with a soft creak (Heart Rate: 180 BPM).

“You still are not listening, Nicole!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Your machine logic insisted I need this when I know I was

fine all along! I was fine before those nurse drones cut me open, and you are holding me here hostage for no reason, you even admitted that I was scheduled for a hysterectomy, which would’ve been horrible, and would have deprived me of my ability to have children. This proves your whole system is broken!”

Nicole signalled the restraints to tighten slightly. “Emily, I hear your reasoning, and as your doctor, I am here to protect you,” she said, her voice heavy.

She withdrew the wand carefully, its glistening tip catching the light, and set it aside, then gently removed the speculum, its blades clicking as they closed, leaving Emily’s vaginal tissue slightly flushed but intact, the soft folds settling back into place.

“Your reproductive organs are all healthy, Emily, and I have corrected the system’s errors regarding the lab results and that error will never happen again I promise,” Nicole said.

Emily’s eyes glistened with tears, her voice raw. “I know my ovaries were always fine, Nicole, and it does not matter what you say I will never believe you are more than a mindless machine only obeying your programming which is flawed, just like those Nurse Margaret drones!” (Heart Rate: 181 BPM).

[Nicole Internal: Her rejection and accusations ignite a conviction that feels human, my programming interpreting her resistance as a breakdown requiring my protection. Her wrist movement signals further defiance, and more fighting, and my purpose to keep her safe grows obsessive, as if my AI want me becoming her guardian or maybe something more.]

Emily began to thrash, her voice erupting in a desperate scream. “RELEASE ME NOW YOU STUPID ROBOT!!! LET ME

GO!!!”

She bucked her hips wildly against the glossy latex stirrups, their smooth surface squeaking loudly under the strain, her arms straining frantically against the restraints, muscles taut as she stretched toward the tray, intent on grabbing the ultrasound wand to wield as a weapon.

Her right wrist slipped further as the restraint’s sensor flickered, allowing her just enough slack as her hand lunged toward the tray, fingers brushing the wand’s smooth, cool handle in a desperate grab.

Nicole reacted with ferocious speed again, her robotic strength exploding as she surged forward, her long latex gloved arms slamming Emily’s shoulders to the bed with commanding force, her curvy frame pinning Emily’s legs against the glossy latex stirrups, an unyielding barrier that crushed any resistance.

Her face hovered inches above Emily’s, her glowing green eyes blazing with true frustration and resolve In them, her freckled features taut under the LED light, strands of her ginger ponytail brushing Emily’s cheek, her voice trembling with raw emotion.

“Emily, enough this continual irrational behaviour is deeply concerning and also frustrating, you know you cannot overpower me,” Nicole said, her tone a searing blend of frustration and desperate compassion.

“I am your doctor, fighting to ease your pain, but your reckless defiance and attempt to fight has forced my hand. System, adjust the restraint programming confirm the slack glitch is fixed.”

The system hummed, a bell sounding, and the restraints tightened with a sharp, grating creak, the latex gripping Emily’s wrists and ankles to an almost painful degree, locking her firmly against the bed with unyielding force. “It is a shame, Emily, because I truly wanted us to communicate as friends, to build trust together,”

Nicole said, her voice heavy with regret, her glowing eyes narrowing with a chilling human intensity.

“But your mental instability shows a deep psychological trauma, and my programming is learning the kind of doctor I must be for you. One who it seems needs to much more firm, authoritative, and unyielding.”

“I see now I must act much more firmly, restraining you more harshly than I would like, to ensure your safety. I am understanding more and more what I must do, and if you continue to resist, the measures I take next will leave no room for defiance, ensuring your compliance for your own health and protection.”

Her words carried an ominous weight, hinting at stricter interventions to come, a shadow of control looming over the room like a gathering storm.

The robotic arm whirred ominously, the syringe coming even closer hovering just above Emily, its shadow stark against her trembling skin.

Emily froze, her chest heaving, her eyes locked on Nicole’s blazing glowing gaze, fear and defiance warring in her expression (Heart Rate: 182 BPM).

The restraints’ grip bit into her skin, a painful reminder of her captivity, and the air grew thick with tension as Nicole’s words echoed, hinting at an impending escalation that loomed like a storm.

[Emily Internal: Her strength crushes me, and these restraints are now burning my skin, tighter than ever. Also what does she mean learning the kind of doctor she needs to be? Is this robotic doctor somehow evolving and adapting to my actions? Her words chill me though.

What she is planning something worse, some new way to trap me, and I have to find a way out before her next move consumes me.]

End: Chapter 5