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That first training session went on for about an hour, the trainers working in unison, although each on only his assigned body and bot.
They worked a lot on sight and sound faculties, with one trainer briefly switching his microphone to general broadcast mode, and speaking to the bots. “Even if we get you up on your feet, and then manage to make your arms work as arms should work, you will be pretty useless until you are able to have sensible interaction with the environment you are in. That can only come through the finer faculties of senses, or, to put it as we are teaching it, touch, eyesight, hearing, speech and smell.”
This was spoken out loud enough for all to hear, and another trainer added to it, also switching his microphone onto broadcast. “We absolutely cannot send you out into the world, unless you can interact with humans and your surroundings.
“Work on it when alone, without a break, nonstop,” he urged. “The body is a fully functional body. And, when it makes involuntary movements, you have the opportunity of discovering the routes to muscle control.
“The same goes for peeing and pooping. Pay attention, and figure it out when it’s happening naturally in the body. We cannot send you out as grown men in diapers, peeing and pooping without control.
Abraham now stood and stretched.
“This session is over,” he said, broadcasting. “But you are to continue practicing in the dormitory, according to the roster. The schedule must never be missed, because your work never ends, understand? You have to work all the time, and keep trying to do everything that we are training you for over here. Whenever the schedule places you back in the body, keep working at getting into the movement and sense system, as we are showing you and teaching you.”
The trainers now took a break, going to the boundaries and sitting on the floor, with their backs against the walls. A couple of handlers carried mugs of coffee out of a side room, and placed them on the ground beside each trainer. It was clearly hard work, and the trainers were looking somewhat tired.
An announcement was made by one of them. “The first changeover takes place now. Bot group 1 is to exit, and bot group 2 is ordered to enter, each into his assigned body.” In a flash, the trainee bots moved out from inside the heads, and I saw a new group of bots replacing them.
These, too, were taken through a one-hour training session, but with a major disaster occurring, fifteen minutes into the session. It happened to two of them, one after the other, known to all when a trainer went, “Phoo!” at volume, sounding both angry and disgusted.
“Ugh, 2430, you’ve pooped!” he loudly exclaimed, causing the trainers on either side of him to scramble out of range of the stink. “And it’s oozed onto my shoe, out of the side of the diapers. Disgusting.”
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“It wasn’t me, boss,” argued the incontinent bot. “As you know, I have no substance, consuming nothing and pooping nothing. This guy did it.”
“You have to learn to control the body you are in,” shouted the trainer. “Peeing and pooping are probably the first elements you have to get hold of. And also gas, sometimes known as wind. Farting in public would be a disaster.”
Abraham gave a signal with his hand, urging the trainer to calm down while correcting the bot.
“2430, did you feel the crap coming out just now?” the trainer asked, a little bit more reasonably.
“A slight sensation when it was actually happening,” confessed the bot. “I think I knew it was going to happen, but I still don’t know the control muscles. Anyway, it’s all inside the nappy. Well, most of it is inside, which I think can be proven if the poop is weighed, not forgetting the bit on your shoe.” This particular bot was an expert at winding-up his trainer.
“That’s no excuse,” shouted the trainer, getting excited again. “Do you want me to exclude you from the group that’s training with this body?” he threatened. “You won’t get to go out walking in the world, then. In the real world, and not even into the Internet, like you used to. You’ll have to live out all the rest of your life in here.”
“I’m gonna live forever,” crowed the insolent bot, singing to the tune of the song in Fame. “Light up the sky like a flame…”
“Damn!” screamed a trainer at the far end of the row opposite. “2428 has also crapped!”
Abraham immediately intervened. “But why is the stuff leaking out?” he asked, turning to the gang of handlers, standing grinning at the door of the small room.
“It’s the diapers,” explained a handler, shrugging helplessly. “All we’ve got left are XLs. These guys are all wearing that one size, though they are not of one size of body. Poop is to be expected to leak out, at least until a new lot of diapers is delivered to us.”
“Have you asked for a new lot?” asked Abraham.
“Of course. You folks are lucky that you only handle them while they are lying on the floor. Crap on your shoes is about the maximum bad that can happen. But we guys have them upright and walking, and there are periods when we have to actually carry them, like when shifting them from bed to chair. It’s far worse for us when shit leaks out.”
Dealing with unconscious bodies had its hazards, and everyone had to inculcate some form of fatalism to take these accidents in their stride.
“Come on, you guys,” said the first pooped-upon trainer, summoning the grinning handlers. “Get these two hosed down, and change their fouled-up diapers.”
“Hopefully, they are pooped for the day,” said another trainer. “Emptied out and incapable of doing more. Let us pray that they’ll be in the right size diapers tomorrow.”
The poop business was disruptive, and put a stop to everyone’s work for a while, as the poopers were dragged away by the arms, leaving a brown smear trail on the flooring. That was cleaned up first, with water and mops, and then a soapy solution was poured onto the flooring, after which a noisy wet-and-dry vacuum cleaner was brought out and used to give the floor a scrub, while sucking it all up.
The young men had their nappies removed for a rather thorough clean-up of their butts, with tissues, water, soap and more tissues, and were then again diapered in fresh new adult diapers of the wrong size.
Thereafter, the training session resumed, and when, after about an hour, the entire routine had been conducted, absolutely the same as for the first group, the bots of group 2 were sent away, and a third group was summoned to be taken through exactly the same sort of session.
I watched a total of five groups and two more poop jobs that day, as a couple more of the ten bodies got rid of the crap that had built up in their systems.
Then, the trainers called it off, and had the handlers take the bodies back to the dormitory, which I immediately went to view, as it necessarily needed to be part of the internal network, for the bots to stay connected.
