Dorm Mates? I think not!

Senior POV

This is the part when a gentleman or someone like that hunk would offer to sleep on the floor.

Fortunately, I am no gentleman!

I am Senior!

However... I do owe her, so I guess I'll make a proposition, something worthy of her contributions to my research.

"Since you did fix my coffee machine in... unusual ways and you payed $50,000 on a dysfunctional product, I have decided, from the good of my heart, of course, that you may stay until further notice," I say, putting my hands on my waist.

Suddenly she begins to be very businesswoman-like, "Very well, however I would like to have a 3 day notice before I am evicted, so I can make plans accordingly," She says.

"Very well, that makes sense," I agree, also pulling my businessman jeans on, or whatever they're called.

"Secondly, I would like to know where I'm sleeping," She says, looking at me with big eyes, like she already knew there was one bed, and that I wasn't going to share... yet.

"Sleep on the floor," I shut her down, "Any other questions?"

Her shoulders, no, her whole body slumps over, a little dramatic if I say so myself, "I paid you 50 thousand..." She pouts.

"And I'm kind enough to let you stay here and use the bathroom!" I exclaim, putting my arms in the air with frustration.

"D-did you just s-s-say bathroom!?" She suddenly looks up, no longer frustrated with putting her well oiled joints on the floor.

"Yeah, if you're wondering where it is, just walk past the elevator, there will be one just on the right side, on the left there is a water fountain which you need to pay f-" I explain, before she took off, not letting me finish my short lecture.

I know my explanations are a little dry and sound like well... lectures but DON'T RUN OFF WHEN I'M EXPLAINING!

I peer out the door to see where she took off to, to see she went to the bathroom, "I guess she really needed to go..." I mutter, before shutting the door, leaving the only the lock there, since she found a way in when that was the only thing stopping the door, so I might as well leave it there again.

Do robots even need to go to the bathroom..?

...

It's been an hour and a half... what is she doing that could possibly do in the bathroom that takes that long? Robotic women...

Well... thats enough waiting, I'm going to start screwing with Emi's and that hunks life right about now, I have a good idea on how to screw them over.

I turn to my computer and quickly dive to the depths of the Line, searching for Gunderam, a Webmaster, except this one is for the fringes, he knows someone who knows their credentials most likely.

He quickly links me to a social circle letting me know that they do indeed have their credentials, and are willing to send them to me for a total of $250 each, making the total $500,

I wire them the money using bitcoin and they hand me their credentials, easy as that, it was 90% of the time this cheap and easy, the other 4% is if they have no footprint or have no credentials for any other reason, for example, me. 5% because they are rich enough to protect themselves, skyrocketing the prices when you can actually steal their credentials, for example, our dear friend Johnny Cash. And finally, the final less than 1%, which are impossible to get since they are the underworlds bosses.

As I begin to load their credentials with fake crimes, jail times, the hunk with kidnapping a child, and Emi with allegations of having sex in public, and quite a few testimonies.

I quickly make an anonymous message to the company they both work for (mine) of what they missed on their background checks.

Now I need to make a bot to constantly send messages to the company saying that they, the bot who is masquerading as a concerned high ranking consumer, are being harassed by those two, and that they won't come back until they are gone...

Before I could complete the bot, the robot girl enters the room once more, getting up from my desk in the 'research' room, I get up to ask her what took her so long, before I finally find out what did take her so long, her hair was wet.

So unless she got waterlogged in the toilet by some gangsters, which is quite likely actually, she took a bath, and that means... I'm a poor man...

"Hey, did you take a bath, or a shower? I also sincerely hope that you know that there are no complementary gifts for staying at my place, so in other words, you're paying," I say, my voice says with conviction.

"Yeah sure, I already knew, but hey! What are you trying to make? A bot that spams messages or something?" She asks.

She sits down at my seat and starts quickly writing out code, her face expressionless and her pale hands moving at what could be considered supersonic speeds.

She's going to ruin my precious code! I must stop her or I'm not going to go to sleep tonight!

I tap her shoulder but she doesn't respond, I then push her off her seat, but she remains still, remaining unscathed in her calibrated position, how am I going to get her off?