A thoughtless Sunburn
Brandi stood on her charging station with a dumb smile on her face. Her golden hair with its reddish highlights adorned her face as her eyes glistened with light hitting one of the contact lenses of her pupils that gave them that reddish pink hue… Beyond that, it was obvious she was offline, no light in her eyes, no electricity coursing through her silicone filled body and cheap circuits. It was far too early still, her programming was set up so that she would automatically activate at a specific hour to act as an alarm clock for her master. She wore little to no clothes, it was more efficient that way, after all, her user was predisposed to simply bending her over without previous warning or command and fucking her right on the spot.
Brandi didn’t complain, she didn’t want to nor could she. She was designed for it, but eventually after breaking so many of her panties and becoming an economic strain on her master, her AI realized it was far more efficient to simply wear loose clothes without underwear in order to more save her master time and money to avoid breaking her underwear, leading to her going to charge at the end of the day like that. Her body was perfect, in the most cold and mathematical sense of the word, slim, yet curvy, wide hips with giant boobs, and if her master were to want her to look different, she was designed to adjust her bust size on command to whatever proportions best suited her master’s desires. She was the perfect sex toy, which meant that most of her processing power and computational components were almost entirely focused on making it so her system always knew how to be the sexiest female figure around.
As the clock hit 8, a high pitched beep came from Brandi’s charging platform, and a light turned green, signaling that it was her designated hour to activate. Her servos whirred to life, and an inner fan began spinning loudly before settling down on a more bearable and quieter sound. The camera lenses behind her irises began booting up, feeding visual information to her CPU and the rest of her electronic and computational systems as she blinked- She was ready, the boot sequence complete. She stepped off the charging platform, keeping that soft dumb smile on her lips as she went to complete her currently only command on her system: wake up her master.
Her master was a young man of few words, or at least that was how her AI was able to describe him. He never did see her as anything else than a mechanized sex toy, and for Brandi, as irrelevant as her AI’s outlook on anything was, was more than okay. She was programmed to ought to be sexy, after all. His name was Damien, a wealthy man who always seemed to be working on something important… Brandi had no data on what exactly he did, as per user safety guidelines she wasn’t to ask or even investigate nor infer, but it did allow him to purchase a top of the line sexbot such as herself and an expensive futuristic house near the beach, which Brandi would maintain alongside being arm-candy for its occupant.
She swayed her hips side to side, the loose shirt she wore flowing backwards as she moved, making her tits press against the fabric, and showing off her naked lower side, alongside the BabeTec logo just above her big and juicy asscheeks. She had been walking down the hall of the house, from a little closet room Damien placed her recharge station in to be generally out of the way, and was making her way to his room. She pushed the door open with one hand, delicately; it creaked ever-so-slightly, enough for her system to make a mental note for her to get something to fix it once she went out next time, and went around his bed. His curtains were closed, the light of the sun creeped from between them, giving the room a comfortable aura of peace and quiet… and comfortable sensuality. Brandi kneeled at the feet of his bed, her thick thighs pressed together in a pose that could only be described as ‘obedient’, and looked towards his sleeping face: His tanned skin, tired eyes and lightly opened mouth as she breathed softly. He had ordered her to wake him up with some… Spice, and his wishes were her commands. She slipped a hand under his sheets, quietly and delicately, her camera eyes never looking away from him, her system inspecting every detail about him to make sure she didn’t simply mess up and wake him up without fulfilling his request.
She dug her hands into his trousers, her long and colorful plastic nails she’d come out of the box with threatening his cock, if it wasn’t for the machine precision she ended up holding his shaft with… She began jerking him off, back and forth, at an angle that made the bulge under his underwear expand with every moment… Her efforts were playing off; the indication of an increase in blood pressure from her scans meant he was surely getting arousal out of this. He squirmed, still asleep, as she proceeded with the next step of her mourning routine.
She closed in to the nearest ear of his, and with a wider smile and horny eyes she began whispering to him.
“Like~ Good morning master~ It is June 13th, 8:08 am… I’m like, totally enjoying the feel of your warm cock in my perfectly manicured hands…~”
His eyes opened for a second, looked at his robotic toy as she did as he ordered, gave her a light smile and fell asleep again… his breathing becoming heavier and more intense. She continued jerking him off, now a bit faster and with more strength as his cock started to tent in his underwear. She couldn’t stop until he cancelled his order or he ejaculated… So she went for the latter.
“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead~ Don’t you want to, like, grab my big tits?” She questioned, tilting her head to the side as her expression became more sensual, hornier… her hair fell to the side, lightly touching his arm as his face reacted once more “I must make you feel good.”
She sped up, the motion of her knuckle hitting his pelvis and the precum around the head of his dick making a wet, messy sound against his foreskin as Brandi began moaning quietly into his ear. He pressed his brow, he was now fully awake, looking down at himself, how the sheets quickly shifted up and down due to Brandi jerking him off. He let out a low, rumbling groan of pleasure, and moved his right hand to cup one of her massive silicone orbs. Brandi’s mouth opened in a perfect O shape and she moaned in response, keeping at her jerking motion without a hint of being tired.
“Mhmmm~! Yes! touch me like that Master~! I want you to cum! Cum all over me and my perfect tits, ohhh!”She pleaded, begged. It was all an act of course, all those preprogrammed phrases were used to make sure he was hard and aroused enough to reach the ejaculation threshold and presume the order a success.
He played with her tits more, massaging in and around her areola and perky nipples as he breathed heavily, quietly, getting close to cumming. Brandi knew as well, slowing down and focusing on his tip as she closed in to make out with him… As the sounds of slurping and clashing lips echoed through the room, his dick ejected gooey, transparent liquid all over his underwear and Brandi’s fingers… He broke the kiss, his breathing coming out tired and satisfied. He turned to Brandi, who was expectedly smiling his way. He looked intently into her eyes, and was able to notice the camera lenses in her eyes… Some part of the fantasy broke just then, and whatever semblance of a smile on his face disappeared. He adjusted himself in bed, looking around him, moving the bedsheet off himself and better lowering his underwear to not make more of a mess than she already did. Brandi responded by letting go of his floppy, cum-coated dick… And stayed kneeling, her hand remaining in its previously-grasping handjob position, glistening with the translucent liquid covering her fingers and long nails. Damien stood up from bed and walked out of the room bottomless, leaving Brandi on the floor… Before turning back.
“Oh yeah. Go clean yourself.”
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Damien showered himself thoroughly, expensive shampoos, bar soaps, perfumes… All catering to his own sense of pride while Brandi stood in that same bathroom, washing her hands. She kept that same smile, and didn’t seem bothered by being left on the floor just before, simply happy to obey orders. The showerhead was closed, at the same time as Brandi spoke up.
“I am like, perfectly clean and ready for new commands, master!”
He stepped out of the shower without shame, his sculpted body wet and dripping with still running water. Brandi automatically turned around and gave him his towel, helping him scrub himself. He didn’t even think of saying thank you to the dutiful machine.
“Should I schedule a like, totally fun activity for today?” Brandi offered her functions of a multitask unit presenting their need to be useful.
Damien scrubbed the water off his hair, messily standing in multiple strands in different directions “No. Just do whatever I tell you when I tell you.” He went on to clear his back, his arms and his torso off water, and then something came to mind. “Go make breakfast.”
“Right away, Master!” She responded immediately, not needing to ask what exactly he wanted; his culinary preferences were already stored in her electronic brain.
As she turned to leave, swaying her ass led to her master’s glance looking at her… As such, he gave her silicone ass a slap, to which she responded with a sharp “Uhm~!” as she kept on walking. He smiled to himself, at least she was a fun thing to play with.
While the machine worked on breakfast, following the list of meals he had uploaded into her system previously as acceptable morning foods and utilizing complex meal preparation protocols which copied the movements of 5 star chefs from throughout the world…The best of what the BabeTec Plus subscription could offer, Damien had been doing some morning repetitions on his room floor. With the window blinds fully opened, he was doing push ups shirtless, counting in his mind 5 repetitions.
Right next to him, on top of his night table, a set of frame photos stood. Inside was the picture of Damien and a girl, a girl who clearly wasn't Brandi… A normal girl with brown short hair and a green tanktop, smiling stoically to the camera with her arms crossed while held by the waist by Damien.
Brandi was mechanically preparing the food; if under the gaze of a third party onlooker, they’d be quite surprised at how efficiently she had executed each step of the meal one right after the other, and without pauses it seemed like she was just flowing through the kitchen, always knowing what to do. Her head shifted from one thing to the next, that dumb smile unmoving as her default expression, even when not looked at. Right as her master had finished his exercises, she was just in the process of serving the food: a simple flat plate filled with scrambled eggs, chopped pieces of sausage with pepper and tomatoes. Damien didn’t even bother paying attention to her, his eyes lost on his phone’s screen as he sat down on the table beside the kitchen. Brandi dutifully brought his phone to him, swaying her hips with the same sensual appeal as if she was running down a runway at some expensive lingerie show.
“Like, bon appétit, Master!” She said, the plate clinking against the glass of the table. She then proceeded to stand idle, looking forwards as she awaited further orders.
Damien just ate, scrolling through social media on his phone until he got bored of it and looked off somewhere else. To his right, the clear skies and strong sun as well as the distant cheering of kids and teens at the beach, the entire coast line view on his balcony window. He slowed down his chewing, his focus going towards the people below and whatever they were doing. From there, the specs of skin color could appear to be whomever he wanted them to be, and so, a pair of them became a couple, then two, then three… and a heavy feeling seemed to overwhelm him. He turned his attention to Brandi, her sensual body close to him awaiting for any input or alternatively for him to finish eating and to grab his plate.
His hands cupped her meaty thighs, and caressed them up to her wide hips and hourglass figure. The machine looked down, already making light movements to guide his hands and simple moaning that quickly became annoying for Damien.
“Brandi, deactivate sexual programming for now,” he blurred out.
“Like, of course, Master,” she replied mechanically, her body stopping and falling idle once more, but with the singular difference of her eyes following his actions with a pleasant smile.
He stood up from his chair, and pressed her giant tits with the same amount of passion and pleasure as when she had jerked him off that same morning, the force pushing her backwards. Being active, she automatically redistributed her weight to avoid falling by stepping back, again and again until she was completely against the pillar that separated the dining area and the kitchen. He caressed her breasts further, lustfully looking down at them with a half opened mouth, breathing heavily as he could feel his erection growing again. Brandi could tell too, she was programmed to detect them, nevertheless her orders were clear: to simply give no reaction, as her sexual programming was offline.
He engulfed her erect nipples and vast tits with his palms, and moved in to make out with his sex doll. She reciprocated, closing her eyes in a passionate exchange of affection. After their lips separated, he gave two more kisses to the machine’s silicone cheeks, before letting out a sigh.
“I love you, Brandi…” He said in a low voice, looking straight into the machine’s camera eye lenses, which in response focused in and out, repeatedly onto him. Her head tilted.
“I love you too, Master! Would you like to use that quote as a review of my model? BabeTec would like, totally appreciate the review!”
That same spark dissipated again. He scoffed, letting her go and leaving her with her loose blouse up above her tits, completely naked with her lower half exposed. She just followed his face, awaiting a response to his question. He rolled his eyes.
“No, nevermind. Go put on something for the beach, we’re going out,” he said, separating from her and going towards his room.
Brandi blinked twice, cancelling the input to review her own model using his quote and remained still for 3 seconds. Her head looked down, smiling at nothing, and then responded “Okay, honey! I can do that.” She then began moving to her closet, a digital list of necessary objects for the beach already preloaded into her plastic skull.
With his machine busy at work compiling everything they needed, and putting on something sexy for him to admire above sand and under the sun, once he had put on proper clothes for the beach he took a detour to the bathroom. Although there was no difference if he was seen or not, he intentionally made sure he remained away from his robotic companion's line of sight as he did. He locked the door behind himself, and sitting on the throne he dealt with his erection by himself, to better be able to walk around once they left the building.
He weirdly didn't want to simply dump his load into Brandi's plastic pussy for once; in fact, the idea sounded gross in his mind the more he thought about it. Perhaps he simply didn't want to, perhaps he needed to feel like he was going along with a real person. Regardless, it was a victimless crime, as the dumb robot couldn't care less if he wanted to fuck her or no despite all evidence to the contrary. He was just masturbating to get this dick to stand down, he closed his eyes and tried to remember something from before, sex he had with someone before Brandi… the warmth, the emotion… Once he was done, and he cleaned himself, he opened the door, being presented with Brandi standing just outside, posing.
Her hands were on her hips, curving her ass back to show off, and bending ever so lightly so that her bosom showed more. She wore nothing but a black bikini whose top was patterned with yellow flowers. She had used this swimsuit before to look sexy for him in one of their previous encounters. It wasn't meant for her to swim, hell, he never even dared to try and put her in any type of body of water, he had only gotten it because it looked sexy on her.
“What do you think, Master~? Aren't I, like, totally sexy?” Brandi winked and smiled his way.
Damien breathed out. “I guess. Are you able to get in the water?”
Brandi's mouth opened but no words came out for a good amount of time… Her eyes crossed, for all he knew she was simply lost in thought. She then suddenly readjusted herself standing up straight again.
“BabeTec FunGal Brandi is totally waterproof. Featuring. A realistic rubber exterior. Keeping her thinking of how she can be hot for you both in and out of the water~ You can get her as wet as possible without worry~” Her voice seemed straight out of a commercial, because it was, to answer his question her system simply pulled the most global answer from her preprogrammed quotes in order to both inform and seduce… Her AI must've seen that last stretch from her speech as some cheeky smart innuendo that'd have his dick twitching by the simple thought of it.
“Ah. I see. Okay.” He replied, going towards the door while his robotic sex toy followed him with her eyes. “Make sure to bring everything.” He ordered.
“Of course, master. I can do that for you,” she replied, immediately moving to gather the stuff she had prepared.
First and most importantly, she organized a quick cooler with soft drinks, alcohol, cups and ice; her master quite enjoyed drinking while enjoying the sun on a deckchair. Which then would include his sunglasses, sunscreen, an external battery for his phone in case of emergency, and a pair of towels; one for him to rest on the sand and another for him to dry himself after swimming. Then came snacks, actual food, salty snacks, sweets… Hell, even fruit, anything for him to relax and feel spoiled. She even had a program to mouth feed him if he asked-
All and all, it would amount to a pretty heavy load, all carried by a busty robot girl wearing nothing but a bikini set… A robot whose design included high heels into her feet, as well. Thankfully she was programmed with enough care for her to be able to balance while carrying items twice her weight, although such estimates didn't account for the type of damage to her servos such strain could induce. Due to all this, Damien didn't really care for her struggling.
He walked down the stars with ease; his house was at an elevated flooring after all, meaning there was some walking for him and Brandi to do in order to even approach the beach. Brandi stood at the entrance, smiling dumbly as she scanned the steps before her. She blinked rapidly, assessing her weight while carrying the necessary stuff, a cooler and a picnic basket she used to stuff the snacks she ought to give Damien. She looked down to herself, her legs… her heels. Rapid calculations to make sure she didn't just go into the first step and fall down the stairs.
She raised her leg and stepped down, then the other, and repeated for each step of the stairs… There were warnings coming from her sensors about her feet literally sliding a few inches each time she made a step down, having to adjust her balance on the fly… Damien was waiting, arms crossed with his eyes covered by reflective sunglasses seeing the spectacle of the busty robot going down the stairs.
As she made it her system couldn't do anything but quietly celebrate, nothing valuable had been damaged and her components were in top notch state. She raised her head to look at her Master. “We can proceed now, Master!”
Damien continued walking then, allowing Brandi to follow closely behind him, her arms stretching down as she carried everything herself. Her servos whirred in complaint now and then, sounds like that would've brought worry to Damien before, yet nowadays she would make such noises while being pinned down by her arms against a bed or pressed too much… It had lost its urgency pretty quickly.
The pair walked towards the beach a couple kilometers away, a private beach you had to pay a pretty expensive amount to even enter. They would invite bands to play sometimes, making night difficult to sleep through sometimes while also giving some life into the neighbourhood. Something-something beach, or name-of-celebrity beach was its name, Damien couldn't really remember. As they approached the entrance they walked below the shade of palm trees strategically placed next to the entry's wall to funnel people into the gate, where they'd be charged. To their right was a pretty full parking lot, it surprised Damien how close the cars were to the shore. If he focused a bit, he could hear the crashing of waves from where they stood.
As they moved to the gate, one of the guards simply couldn't resist eyeing Brandi's body up and down, ogling her curves until his sight landed on the BabeTec logo tattooed above her ass. To which, after a disappointed sigh, he called to her Master.
“We cannot be made responsible for your robot suffering water damage, so it better be waterproof.”
Brandi's neck whirred with how fast she turned, her hair even wobbled as she looked to him “BabeTec FunGal Brandi is like, totally waterproo–” a hand covered her mouth, her Master's hand.
“She's waterproof. Don't worry about it.” He responded, annoyed at the machine's dumb ad reading. He quickly removed his hand from her face… It was very hot to begin with, the heat of the sun was adhering to the rubber exterior of Brandi, heating her up to a worrying degree.
“You're awfully hot.” He said while walking, side glancing at her.
“Aw~ Like, I'm designed to be totally hot~” she responded, tilting her head and giving him a lustful glanceShe pushed her chest out. “Don't my tits look, like, totally perfect?”
Damien rolled his eyes with a groan, stopping. “No, your fucking temperature you stupid robot. Are you going to overheat or can you handle the sun?”
She stopped as he did, his tone seemingly throwing her personality programming for a loop as she tilted her head “Processing… Processing…” she droned to herself before returning to normal with a high pitched beep “I am like, totally built for like, fun in the sun~”
“Okay, cool. Good.” he sighed and continued walking.
He then moved to the guy on the registry, he was asked about his information, phone number, and then deckchairs needed… He could've saved money with a singular chair for himself, but leaving Brandi standing there would've made her look more of an obvious girltoy he couldn't leave the house without. So he asked for two. The man loaded the price on the contactless card reader, and placed it for Damien to pay. He turned to Brandi.
“Brandi. Pay.” He ordered. She was linked to his credit card; he hated using wallets and carrying his cards around, so having his robot pay for his stuff was simply more efficient. Brandi nodded, walking up to him, kneeling to leave the cooler on the floor to free her right hand and placed it on top of the reader, the transaction being approved right then and there. The older man in the register, with his tired eyes and glasses raised an eyebrow at Brandi's more than generous bust… Shifting his eye in place to the other guy as he noticed, raised his shoulders and made a robot dance move to tell him she was a machine.
The man rolled his eyes “Enjoy your stay. A4 and A5” he said, referring to the deckchairs assigned to them.
“Thank you,” they both said, moving along.
Across from the entrance, on the side of the beach, a group of young people around Damien's age sat at the edge of a stone curved platform with a tree growing in the middle of it. A tall, lanky guy wearing a beanie with a long sleeve held a beer he sipped on now and then, his attention called upon the robotic girl's hips swaying left and right, her ass bouncing.
“Yoooo… Hey girl, you going here all by yourself?”
Damien stepped in. “Actually, she's with me.”
The guy scoffed. “I was asking the girl, pal.”
Brandi smiled warmly at Damien before turning to the unknown guy “I'm sorry. You do not have administrator privileges with this unit. I cannot respond or accept commands from you.”
The guy's face turned into disgust, she was one of those creepy expensive sex toys… He chuckled “Dude, this guy brough his sexbot to the beach- What a fucking weirdo!”
The group laughed at the both of them, before Demian decided to just walk away towards their bought chairs, shaking his head and ignoring the group laughing their asses off behind them. Brandi wasn’t capable of understanding what was going on to begin with, and as such, just followed her master as he walked, swaying her ass in the same alluring, overly sexual way that caused eyes to be drawn to her in the first place.
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Time passed. Damien rested with his hands behind his nape, facing upwards. His sunglasses protected his closed eyes while he rested peacefully on his chair. The sound of waves, shifting sand against the feet of people near them… all interrupted by the sudden sound of sharp beeping and electronic buzzing.
“Like, alert.” Brandi said with a softer, more robotic tone. Her rubber skin pressed against itself, squeaking as she turned to the direction of her owner, her massive tits glistening under the sun “System software totally outdated. Please connect this unit to, like, a WiFi signal for BabeOS 5.06 update. Master.”
The squeaky robotic sexdoll smiled widely at her master, awaiting a response. The way she announced this new update made the surrounding people turn and glance at the oversexualized droid, looking at her with equal parts horniness, confusion, and second-hand embarrassment.
Damien groaned. He adjusted himself on his chair and removed his sunglasses.
“Can you cut it out with the robot shit? It makes you look like a dumb blow up doll I walk around with. Zip it with the dumb notifications,” he spewed.
A buzz came from her chest along with a digital set of beeps “Like, of course Maste–”
“And stop calling me master. Call me something a real girl would,” he interrupted.
The machine didn't understand her owner's frustration, she was following her perfect companion programming to a T. Her eternal smile had begun looking plastic and forced with all that rudeness thrown at it, even more so when in response to it she tilted her head in confusion. She processed his command, while questioning his logic.
“Does not compute. Honey. I am like, right here. I am a real girl. Honey.” She replied, every ‘honey’ sounding faker than the last…
“Well- Like a human girl would! You know? A girl who isn't made of plastic??”
“Brandi is not plastic. Brandi is–”
“I don't give a shit what Brandi is made out of!” He was already angry at her, at a dumb sexbot he was having full arguments with… He sighed.
He got up from his chair and went to walk, seeing this, Brandi would begin moving to stand up, being stopped halfway through before she could step off the chair.
“You stay here, I don't want to be seen with you right now. Just- Sit there and look hot, or whatever.” He said dismissively, angrily. He continued on, leaving the robotic girl behind.
“Okay! Honey. I can, like, totally do that,” she chirped, happily, without a care in the world for her Master's growing frustration with her plastic and unnatural nature. She was just following orders, whereas a more complicated unit would attempt to reason the logic of leaving her behind and generate a fake emotional moment. But Brandi was a simple sex toy, one that obeyed commands straightforwardly and without question…
She initially tracked her Master with her gaze as he slowly walked away towards the other corner of the beach, until he was lost from her optic's sights and she simply turned forwards and sat there smiling… Under the searing June sun. Her rubber skin began to heat up, but being ordered not to move away from the seat meant that no effort was being done by her systems to avoid overheating by moving to shade, or avoiding direct sunlight; which due to the hour made the sun fall directly under her.
Instead, all effort was being spent internally in her CPU calculating what sort of horny sexual position she'd offer herself tonight for Damien in bed, comparing over 99+ possibilities and comparing each and one of them and how to more effectively sexually satisfy him… Of course, the newest variables of the things he told her made her system… Overcompensate, calculating and processing ways to sound like ‘a real girl’ which simply boiled down to complicated realistic patterns of moaning and spasms caused by pleasure to clients into realistic experiences.
Eventually, the process was interrupted… The processing was beginning to take a tool on her system's temperature, heating up her CPU and requiring cooling. From where she sat, the sudden sound of inner fans coming from her chest and head area would be heard, like the rumbling of a PC left on too long.
The overly confident machine's fanning quickly proved to be too little, as her HUD updated once more.
>>WARNING: SYSTEM TEMPERATURE ABOVE ACCEPTABLE LEVELS! >INTERNAL COOLING SYSTEM: FAILED >MUST AVOID DIRECT SUNLIGHT! >OVERRIDE: Master_command(Stay_there_and_look_hot_or_whatever). >>MUST NOTIFY MASTER OF SYSTEM WARNING >OVERRIDE: Master_command(Zip_it_with_the_notifications)
The blonde bimbot was now trapped within her Master's last two commands, sitting idly as her eyes flickered a singular red light from each iris to signify an ongoing failure… She couldn't move, yet her rubber exterior was sizzling under the sun, burning to redder colors and internally melting whatever components she had inside. Her inner fans sped up, loudly, the sound slowly became one akin to a motorboat at full speed, and to whatever onlooker it not only looked like a blow up doll left on the beach… But also one with a vibration function at full throttle.
She remained like that for a solid 20 minutes, during which her master was simply resting on top of some rocks by himself at the other side of the beach. Her HUD was a mess.
>>WA%R×>NINGNG: SY×[STEM FAILURE IMM]INEN,;T >SE;24LF PRES2?ERVAT10N PR76OGRAM_MING ACTIVATED. >ORDERS OVERRIDE!!!
Thankfully, once realizing that her circuitry, cables and motherboards were in the process of melting in real time while under use, the machine decided her survival was the optimal form of pleasuring her master. She rose from her seat and stood, her servos whirring alongside the sizzling, squeaking sound of rubber burning, and she turned in the direction her master left her, the closest place with shadows… Her system, while about to completely shut off permanently, made a quick assessment on if she was even going to be able to reach the shadowed place… Or melt completely before reaching it.
Her HUD was a complete mess of melting pixels, random unreadable characters and a constant feed of errors notifying the high temperatures her circuitry and inner components were reaching… But her overall system understood that the distance was far greater than her other best chance. Her head swivelled inhumanly towards the shore, an uncanny smile crossed her face, red flickering lights coming from her camera-eyes as she assessed the distance as being just barely close enough . Her system simply assumed making it to the water would cool off her outer temperature enough to allow the inner cooling fanning system to balance everything out, of course taking into consideration her patented BabeTec waterproof rubber design that was now internally boiling her sex-specialized circuits.
The machine began marching, her servos whirring as smoke began naturally coming from her ears and smiling lips. Crackling, and the inevitable shorting of inner circuitry making her body shake further, throwing her off balance more than she was already by walking on sand with built-in high heels.
Along the crackling circuits, one of them was her logical processor, making her lose all context of where she was and what she was doing, mindlessly walking as she suddenly began laughing, her expression looking uncannily happy while smoke escaped her holes.
“H-Hiiiii-hi-hi!! I'mmmI-I-m?? I’? I'm Maaaarriinn! Your prrfrperfrct perfect robotic sext-toy-toy toy~!” she spewed broken dialogue, her heels starting to touch the crashing waves as the sole objective of reaching water remained in her plastic brain
“I'm like, lik-like-like-like sooooooo-o-o- sex-sexyy~” she continued loudly moaning, catching the eye of onlooker swimmers being surprised by a walking blow up doll joining them out of the blue.
She was already dragging water, the rubber that covered her feet would make the water sizzle and boil at the sheer temperature it was at in contact, before more and more of her body began being covered in water… while at the same time more and more circuitry crackled and blew from the inside of her frame.
“My peeerrr-peeerfect P-pussy~ Fu-fuck m-my-myyy perf-perfect Puss-sy~” she moaned again, on loop, walking deeper into the water. Fearing for their safety, onlookers cleared the water for her to walk, not wanting to be electrocuted by her failing systems.
Yet… surprisingly, the cold water had managed to effectively cool her down, her system temperature was beginning to lower and keep herself in a salvageable state. Besides the melted inner circuitry, and her busted logical processor, with minor investment, she would be still fixable for her owner.
“O-ohh~ My~ I'mmm-im likkkkee so-so smaa-aart~” she said to herself, ironically in the dumbest valley girl accent, covering her hand with her palm, her long nails showing off…
Everything remained well until a low buzzing came from within her, shaking the water around her as the dumb droid looked down at herself… Followed by a series of crackling and electrical buzzing that culminated on a detonation coming from her back, blowing away her back panel and exposing her already half melted and ruined circuitry to liters of salt water and moisture that simply short circuited her instantly.
“Ajaaa-@÷>33<-Aaasss t-titttssszz s-eee822ee” her voice processor shorted out, the water around her becoming lethal to anything around her, small dead fish floating up instantly afterwards with their faces down… and her body wound down and kneeled in the water.
Her fat tits’ buoyancy made her powerless body float even if face down, that same dumb smile plastered on her face with her colorless eyes staring at nothing, water entering from in between the crevices of her eye and eyelid… As the back of her exposed, red rubber skin buzzed its last few bits of electricity.
A crowd had gathered just out of the water to see the robotic bombshell's frame, murmuring to each other, wondering who brought the rubber bitch to swim when she was clearly not made for it… And among them was Damien… Who sighed, and turned to pick up his stuff and leave without being seen…