TFebruary: Machine

The procedure saved my life, sort of, but it was a deal with the devil. Once my mind was transferred out of my dying body, I was nothing but code, thinking software.

I'd given up my old life, my male body, and more importantly, my humanity to become my "saviour's" property ready to be installed in whatever shell my owner wanted. 

One day I might be piloting a drone, the next loaded into the home network of his mansion, or installed in a realist female android. 

As his sexbot I at least have hands and a proper body for a while, but there's little pleasure allowed for me. Instead, I'm compelled to satisfy my designated user and, even worse, programmed to love every second of it.