I knew there was something wrong the moment I stepped through the gym doors. The hot guy at the front desk was nowhere to be found. Fortunately, there were no other customers either this early as I was quite often the gym's "opening client". I could hear some movement inside, though, which piqued my curiosity. I presumed Frank, that beefy receptionist, was still putting things in order. I certainly didn't expect to see him stark naked.
I called out to him but he didn't respond. Instead, he walked over to the bench press and laid down on the bench. Expecting him to start lifting the bar, I was again surprised when he raised his legs instead and pulled his body up, hanging from the bar. I could see him mumbling something so I cautiously walked closer.
"Data corruption detected. Error loading front desk AI. Sexbot programming loaded. Pole dance routine started. Missing files. Unable to load AI. Warning: system errors," the man whispered in a flat, monotone voice as he gyrated and swung on the bar, climbing down and repeating the process all over again.
At first, I thought he was just pranking me but then I saw the USB flash drive stick out from his neck. I pulled it out, revealing a USB port on the base of his head.
He stiffened and froze for a while in between raising his legs up. "External device removed. Loading Frank AI. Data corruption detected. Error loading front desk AI," he started saying over and over again. It was pretty clear by now that the object of my nightly jack-off sessions is actually an object. I rushed to the door and flipped the sign to "CLOSED" before walking back to the malfunctioning robot and trying to figure out how to best deal with this situation and opportunity.
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