Once done, HM entered her office. It was a traditional style office with what looked like hard wood floors and a fancy carved wood desk, but in reality they were made from a false-wood material that was actually mostly plastic and other synthetic materials. Still though, they were more things for HM to clean in her down time and she really liked the look of them. However that wasn't what she was here for, nor the comfy fireplace behind the desk. Instead she stood infront of the bookshelf. It only took her a nanosecond to find her target: The Art of Diplomacy and Truthfully Lying, by Aarn Stoh.
She took it out and opened it, but rather than the pages of the highly criticized alterran book, was instead a holographic list of serial numbers. She turned to page 143 and put her finger to DD-BE-RRA09-439012747511k. With that, HM's consciousness was transferred from her current body, into the internet, and sent directly into the body of her fellow maidbot, Debra.
"EEEK!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I scare you, Debra?" HM said.
"No no, I was just startled," the Relations Caretaker Model said. "I was just worried you weren't going to make it on time, is all."
"What do you mean? We still have 128 seconds left before the meeting."
"That's only, like, two minutes. That's not a lot of time to the..."
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