What's the personality from here:
“Oh, hi there!” the smiling synth head said, her green eyes bright and happy. She floated up towards the middle of his vision while she waved a disembodied synth hand at him. “Wow, your HUD booted up late! Seems like you started the conversion kit incorrectly!”

“Yes!” the synth giggled. “Model 4, version F, and I’m REPlica 3.0, Rep for short. The newest and most up-to-date conversion kit assistant! Although…” She frowned and scratched the underside of her snout. “You seemed to have started without me! Will have to submit that bug...”

“Yes, you started without me!” Rep said with a huff and puff of digitized smoke before she smiled widely. “But don’t worry, we can make this work! Just insert component 39Z and-”

“Mmhmm!” Rep said with a nod. “It’s an inhibitor! We’ll need it since you let such a large payload of nanites into your system! Otherwise you’re going to end up with some very large mammaries..?”

“Yes, they are,” Rep said. “Standard for model F. Now, 39Z…?”

“Earth to...hey, what is your name?”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter!” Rep sighed. “You need to insert component 39Z right now before-”

“...that,” Rep sighed. “Oh well, at least you seem to like them. Seriously, unless you want a big butt you’ll want to insert 39Z right now!”

“Component?” Rep said, then nodded enthusiastically. “Mmmhmm!”

“So...are you going to get it?”

“Uhhhhh…” Rep said, then smiled sweetly. “Not at all. We need the component, not a component list.”

“What!?” Rep’s eyes widened cartoonishly large, popping out of her visor. “No, they come with every component kit. Hmm…” She took out a magnifying glass. “Let me search your memories. Maybe I can help! Do you grant me permission to go through your memory bank?”

“Hey, listen!” Rep said, waving her hands in the synth’s vision as he stared longingly at his tits. “I need your permission, so do you grant me permission?”

“No, you’ve gotta say granted!”

“It’s part of my programming!”

“Phew,” Rep said, wiping away cartoonish drops of sweat. “That’ll do. Now…” Her eyes bulged too big again. “Oh no!”

“You didn’t install the memory module!” Rep exclaimed. “There’s not enough memory space on the base visor to include requisite subsystems and, well...other things.”

“Something, yes,” Rep murmured, now sweating profusely. “Many things, actually!”

“Why did the designer prioritize sexual behaviors first?” Rep asked.

“Eep!” Rep squeaked, a pink blush appearing across her visor. “N-no, I’m just a virtual assistant, I’d have to inhabit a synth of my own to help you out and-“

Just, um, thinking out loud,” Rep said, staring intently as she shuffled through digital papers, her blush still present. “There must be some way to recover…”

“So many memory issues!” Rep sighed. “Who maxed out the service synth settings on this firmware? It’s not meant to...oh well. And all your user preferences have defaulted to maximum too? Even, um, sensitivity...What moron programmed this mess?!”

“Yes, you are,” Rep said, staring at fluctuating bars before her. “Geez, without component 782 there doesn’t seem to be a limit to your sexual parameters. This is a problem, Pretzel. I got your name from some recovered files...” She frowned. “Pretzel, are you paying attention to me?”

“That’s you!” Rep said.

“Lexi? Hmm…” Rep looked through her notes again. “That’s the default name for this model, but okay. Let’s roll with that. Anyways, Lexi, we’ve got to reboot you so that I can restore some-”

“No, that’s not, like, what-” Rep blinked, then covered her snout. “Like? Since, like, when do I...oh no.”

“Like, nothing!” Rep said, glancing to the side before she noticed a trace of pink starting to spread across her snout. She smacked it with one of her hands that was itself starting to get a little bit dainty and pink. “I’m totes not worried. Are you?”

“Yeah you do,” Rep said, scratching at her increasingly pink neck. “Seems your, like, memory err...er...erotica...um, problem is messing with me too! We need to get you, like, rebooted now! But how…?”

“N-no, I don’t have any network connectivity but…” Rep’s eyes became pink hearts. “We can, like, reboot you via sensory overload?”

“Like, what are you waiting for?” Rep asked while she groped a swelling bust just visible below her neck. “Do it already!”

“Oooh~” she and Rep huffed together.

“Y-yes,” Rep said, cyan blush-lines appearing in her now mauve visor. “T-that’s it…”

“Let me, like, help out here, I mean as much as I can…” Rep murmured.

“There!”

“Great!” Rep cheered. “Now let’s see here...oh good, the reboot was able to restore some of your memory and other functionalities! You didn’t need 50 TB of sex positions, so I tossed out a couple. That OK with you, Pretzel?”

“Oh good!” Rep clapped her hands together. “I wasn’t sure, the reboot made me lose your memory privilege.” She winked. “Can I see what’s there?”

“Yeah, that’s your name!” Rep said, tilting her head. “Right?”

“Oh, okay!” Rep said. “What shall I call you then?”

“Of course, Lexi!” Rep said, holding up a name tag that said “Hi, my name is Lexi,” affixing it to her visor before it vanished. “Now, since we’ve completed the conversion process -” She whispered her next words. “ - despite not following any established procedure and so you have no legal recourse against CausDek or its subsidiaries - let’s go over your features! For instance, did you know you are outfitted with an artificial womb capable of sustaining life or simply to simulate pregnancy?”

“Yeah!” Rep confirmed, an egg with a rainbow behind it zooming across her screen. The assistant smiled and stuck out her dark blue tongue. “And also, you can do this!”

“Adjustable curves! Smaller or larger, it’s up to you or…” Rep smirked. “Your lover, if you let them have a bit of control. Same deal with your retractable handles!"

“Sure thing!”

“And adjustable sensitivity too!” Rep said. “There’s also-”

“Oh, you’re...” Rep said, the faint blush returning to her visor. “I’ll, uh, I’ll go over the feature list later! Looks like you need some...hands on time with the ones you’re already aware of..?”