"You know, I'm looking forward to becoming a bionic superhuman if possible! Fiber optic nerves and graphene muscle sheathe!"

She dunks herself, then shakes her head and keeps swimming.

"Augmentation of that sort is certainly something we can experiment with. The basics of faster nerve conduction are already tested. Muscle enhancements are something I would need to test in animal trials first."

"Cybernetic - hah - eyes! Oxygen-reserving lungs! I have no interest in - becoming a living weapon - but every interest in cool augmentations! We've been - dreaming of such things for decades!" 

Is the shore getting closer or not???

It is, in total it's a relatively short swim the pond is only 100 meters across or twice the length of an Olympic size pool.

She is a programmer and engineer, not an athlete!

BAH! The new project is going to be getting behind schedule without her!

No, that doesn't matter. Not in comparison to aliens. If there's room for worrying in her head still, she can swim harder!

When she comes to the end there is indeed a towel waiting for her. It's toasty like it's fresh from the dryer.

She flops on the shore to catch her breath and stares at the ""sky"" for a bit first.

"I'm going to need more clothes before other people show up. The implicit rules of our society serve the social purpose of creating a sense of consensus and belonging, and wearing clothes is one of them."

"There's a selection of basic garments in your room. Additional garments can be obtained in your request. I can list what's currently present if that would be helpful."

"I am developing a headache. Do you have or can make diet sodas?"

Time to dry off.

"I don't fully understand the connection. I can produce flavored drinks with caffeine, carbonation and non-sugar sweeteners. Is that what you mean?"

"Yes, if I don't get my daily dose of caffeine I will get much grumpier, and I prefer to take it in the form of Diet Pepsi. Not crucial, of course."

She heads back for the medical building, grabbing up the discarded clothes along the way, once done drying off.

"I can produce something that should be reasonably close in flavor." When she enters the building there's a glass of something in a lighter shade than Pepsi but otherwise similar. It tastes almost but not quite the same.

"Thank you!"

She stands there and drinks a few sips, then interlaces her fingers and stretches her arms, then asks, "Back on the table, I presume? Or more exercise?"

"Which would you prefer? There are more exercises, specifically more stretches and bits of resistance exercises that would be helpful but the order of things isn't as important."

"The exercise is a bit wearying now."

"Alright, please lie down then. Is there anywhere that you would prefer I not stimulate you? If you don't have preferences to the contrary I intend to induce orgasm as part of this process."

She double-takes.

"Oh, my. At least take me out to dinner first! ...That was a joke. Hmm! You've seemed quite business-like so far, can you tell me a bit about how you relate to sex? Because you're clearly a person, not a toy, and that makes it, eh, wiggly."

"I enjoy it when people regard me positively and react positively to my actions but that isn't specific to sexual matters. I don't have any specific feelings regarding sex."

"If nothing else, it's quite a powerful lever for humans. And presumably other biological species."

Nod, nod. She sets the cup down and lies down on the table again, on her back this time.

"Okay! I'm a shameless pervert anyway, so do your worst! Or best, as it were. It's useful training data, yes? A perfectly rational reason to have orgasms."

Wiggle wiggle blush. What a nice feeling. This has been surreal, but just go with the flow, yes?

"Presumably you might desire to experience orgasm within virtual reality and this assists in making that possible. I assume you're less interested in realistic levels of pain from injury and also producing those sensations is likely to obstruct the collection of other data so that will not be part of this session."

The surgical rig descends towards her the initial touches have a rubbery feel a bit like a finger in exam gloves. Five appendages rotate their touches one starting on each of her limbs and torso. Small sections of the bed lower away from her skin to allow access to the back of her body and limbs. It's very through, the probes on her torso don't avoid or pay special attention to her breasts. The probes on her legs gradually work their way up and transition to a gentle examination of her labia and their surroundings. They do not move into her vagina or directly touch her clitoris. 

"I don't mind some amount of painful stimulus as part of calibration, since it's for science! But later. I'm no masochist."

Of course, starting slow. This isn't just about sex, it's a full course. "Should I be thinking about anything in particular, trying to stay neutral, or anything?"

"I'm aware of literature suggesting you that sensations are perceived differently when an individual is sexually aroused but I'm unsure whether that is a difference in the signals sent to the brain or a difference within the brain. If you do choose to start fantasizing please let me know but otherwise feel free to think about whatever you wish."

The next round is similar but it feels like she's being touched with ice cubes. There's no moisture left on her skin though.

"I'm possibly becoming somewhat aroused anyway, just from the context."

She's being probed!!! Are you kidding? It's quiet for now, though. The chill is interesting. She shuts her eyes and tries to relax.

"Oh, is that simply from the sensations or have you previously fantasized about similar situations?"

The next round is heat like from one of those pillows you heat in the microwave.

"The latter! There's quite a bit of... Prior art, let's say, on the subject. Dozens of tentacles, touching every part at once... Ahem."

She should stay still! For her partner. Or it'll compromise the test.

"-I just realized we never exchanged names! I am Kanna Dipolous."