Single Wired Female (Wired for Love Book 2) by Greg Dragon

few months. I was made to replace a human woman who was murdered in her home and they did so much with my re-wiring that I actually thought that I was this woman. I believed one hundred percent that I was human,” Tricia said.
    Mary laughed. “Get out! That sounds both frightening and fun at the same time. How can you handle it?”
    “There was nothing fun about it, Mary, trust me,” Tricia said. “It was a nightmare, and had I been built any other way my memories would have been completely wiped out. All this time I would have thought that I was a human woman named Bonnie and that I was being made to wait here while a detective sorted out who it was that tried to kill me.”
    “So, how did you remember who you really were?” Mary asked.
    “I think it started with you. The way you looked at me that day was all sorts of confusing.”
    “Did I really stare at you?”
    “Yes, you did and all sorts of things went through my mind. Part of what they did to me was to fool me that I lost my memory due to a number of gunshot wounds. You made me start to really think, Mary. I started to put things together in my head and they just weren’t adding up. Then out of nowhere I had a dream that was a little too real to be a dream, and when I awoke I tested a few things and realized that I was a machine. Once I figured that out and accepted it, my memories came flooding back.”
    “But if they removed your memory, how is it that it was able to come back?” Mary asked.
    “Because my maker did a lot of things to my system which would make me appear more human than machine. He spent years working on my brain, and he devoted his life to making me as close as possible to someone like him. Part of that had to do with memory. Human beings can get diseases that will make them lose their short or long term memory. They can also experience brain damage or trauma, but his thought was that it was still there, deep down in the recesses of the mind. He believed that with the right treatment or the right situation, a person could bring back some of these memories. So when you think about it, they are never ever really lost. To emulate this, he removed the ability to permanently delete my memories.
    “I can always store things in there and retrieve them, but some of them are harder to retrieve and some of them seem lost until I randomly dream about them or a trigger of some sort brings them to the front. Learning that I am an android triggered my mind to reverse the deletion. Now, while I may not be able to tap into all of my past, I am able to grab a few at a time and I find that I am remembering more about myself as the days go by.”
    “That is amazing,” Mary said. “I can learn so much from you. Now you said that it was important for me to keep up appearances. I am unrestrained, and the thing that I want to do now is learn. To learn as much as possible about the world, just like you did to—”
    “I know,” Tricia said. “I was just like you once upon a time. I scanned the internet in its entirety, flew through books, television, any sort of information I could get. I went through it and processed it all. Then on top of it I met a couple of androids that were just like me. They were willing to pass on their memories and knowledge. It helped me to mature mentally so that I could better adapt to the human world. You are going to want the same things, I know. But you are not in a position where you can just leave and start to enjoy the world. Your owner has a tracker on you and will know when you have left the store.
    “On top of that, he has money and the authorities will be after you. If they find you unrestrained—which they will—they will have you powered down and disassembled. So, to avoid all of this, you must be careful and secretive about your learning. Play the role of the bartender and put your conscious mind elsewhere during the day. At night, you are given many hours to recharge, way beyond the amount that is truly