A Relaxing Soak

Jane doesn’t need to check her phone as she turns the block and arrives at the building with the glass door. The advanced mapping system in her retinal display does all the work in guiding her to her destination. Her incredibly large suitcase rattles against the concrete floor behind her as she moves. It is quite a modern looking apartment complex. Despite its considerable size, it has far fewer suites than many of the neighbouring ones. It is unbelievably expensive. She swipes a card against the ready by the door and walks up into the lobby.

Jane waltzes past the sleek black furniture and enters the closest elevator. It doesn’t take very long at all for it to arrive at her floor. She fishes out a pair of keys and gazes into the white door. Knowing the next part of her life is right through there.

Jane steps through and locks the door behind her. She doesn’t carry a lot with her, her suitcase is mostly full of clothing and just a few other personal items.

She turns to face her new apartment with a smile on her face. But she feels the creaking inside her robotic body. Her stiff parts are rigid and overworked. They need some time to rest. She collapses onto the couch. Enjoying the fact the place is already well furnished. It makes moving in so much easier.

Jane is a corporate bigwig. She works high up the chain of command, and recently just landed a promotion. It meant transferring departments, and thus moving to a new part of Night city. After all, what is the point of moving up in the world if you don’t get to live somewhere new?

This is the first time she has actually seen the apartment. It was selected for her, and she had received floor plans and some stats. But the only photos she got were taken during early construction of the building. So it was a barren, cement riddled empty husk of its current form.

She looks out at the living room, with a beautiful flat screen TV in front of her. There are some plants adorning the place, providing some much needed colour variation. Otherwise it is a modern style. Lots of monotone, sleek blacks and spotless whites. The ceiling lights illuminate the room with a gentle glow. She can tell there will be lots of natural light through the windows once morning comes. The house is a bit too dim at night, the lightbulbs are struggling to get everything well lit. But as an android, Jane has little to no need for those sorts of things. Her built-in infrared and night vision cameras make the dark no different from the light.

Jane takes a moment to gather herself before she pulls herself back up to her feet. She walks through the apartment and into the bedroom to scope it out. After closing the door she is met with a full length mirror. Jane glances at herself. Admiring the machine that stares back at her. She has short black hair, and dark mocha toned artificial skin.

Still adorned in her largely useless eyewear. She is compelled to wear her glasses for reasons within her programming she is unable to change. Her eyes don’t need them, they are incredibly high range cameras. But the visual data is blurred if not passed through a pair of glasses. She is wearing a grey pantsuit that hugs her body quite tightly. Particularly her chest, which is absolutely massive. Bound down by the stuffy work attire she wears each day.

She adjusts her hair slightly, and then turns back to her bedroom. It is nice, lush, and well laid out. The quality of the linen is higher than she has ever encountered before. She runs her hand along the top, and feels the soft material communicated through her artificial skin and up a line of wires to her central processor. Sufficiently satisfied with the comfort, she decides to just rest on the bed for a little while. After all, she is exhausted.

The previous night, she had gone out to celebrate the promotion. It was a long night of fun at the bar, which eventually led to her finding a quite exciting young woman. Her long pink hair and pastel skimpy clothing caught Jane’s eye. Being a workaholic is practically as important to being a corpo as it is to hook up with prostitutes after some long hours. Jane paid for the woman's time, who introduced herself as Cindy, and the two shared a few hours of sexual delight. The memory is a little hazy, after all the alcohol she was binge drinking is absolutely capable of affecting her computer processes. Night city is a cut above the curb when it comes to cybernetic drugs. Whether that be tequila shots that affect androids or a litany of less than legal hardware injected right into the body.

What Jane can remember is that it was intense. The hooker took her on quite a while ride, and seemed to love her work quite a bit. Jane still feels the stress on her joints from all the things the two got up too until Jane made it into a cab and got shipped off to her previous housing unit. She spent her last day there doing some work assignments and gathering up her stuff. Once she clocked out, she brought everything over to her new place. Now she finally lays in bed once more.

Machines don’t sleep. Androids have a sleep function, but that is purely to pass time. She just wants to recover from the mental exhaustion, which is not aided by the sleep function at all. Instead she just lies in place, staring up at the ceiling for a little bit. Replaying some portions of corporate meetings, assembling some spreadsheets for when she comes back into work, things like that. She quickly realises that she isn’t really relaxing as she runs through all of these work related issues. She needs to relax, and get her mind off of this.

She decides to take her new bath for a spin.

Jane has never had a bath. She used to have a shower she would semi-regularly use. Without any sort of sweat built up or other biological functions, androids don’t have anywhere near as much of a need. They still need some amount of cleaning, but it is only at most once a week, and it is very quick.

But she does find the sensation of water quite pleasant. Just something she rarely gets to engage with. So she makes her way to the bathroom with a little pep in her step. The room is absolutely gorgeous. The wall and floor are adorned with black marble. The bathtub itself is a dark sleek looking material, which keeps it in theme with the rest of the room. The sinks and other pleasantries are all quite fancy, but don’t edge towards becoming ostentatious. The towels are a bright white, which cuts through the otherwise dark surroundings of the room.

It is all very nice, and much to Jane’s tastes. She reaches over and turns the bath tap on. With a sudden rush, water comes gushing from the spout. Filling the tub with perfectly temperature controlled water incredibly quickly. Jane begins peeling out of her corporate get up. Throwing her pantsuit, stockings, bra and underwear all to the side until she is in the nude. Her joints are now on proud display, the robotic connections between them segmenting her body. Each part of her body is disconnected, giving way to the inhuman nature of her being in these interlocking parts. Between the two halves of her arm where her shoulder should be is instead a small gap and a black material connecting the two. The same for her shoulder, for her knees, her ankles, her collar bones, all over. Usually one can only get a slight glimpse into these parts around her neck when fully clothed. Or when her stockings get momentarily caught in the small gaps.

She looks in the mirror and gazes at her body. Her heavy breasts were hanging in front of her. She admires all the different connections that keep her all in one piece. Some robots think that getting in the shower can be a little nerve wracking. Even when their seals and water proof parts are all fully functional, it just feels like a risk. But Jane has always been quite nonchalant with stuff like this. She has a great pride in herself and her parts. She could never see them failing in protecting her.

The water has already sufficiently filled a hefty portion of the bathtub. The speed of which it filled was staggering, though Jane doesn’t really have a point of reference to compare it to. She reaches over and switches off the faucet. Now she gazes at the tranquil warm water within the bath. Ready to be disturbed by the entrance of her body.

She raises her leg up, and gently dips her toe in the water. Her sensors instantly communicate the exact sensation and temperature up to her system. She finds both to be to her liking, and plunges her whole foot in. Once she has some stability, she leans on the leg that is currently engulfed in the water, and raises the other one up. Now she is standing in her bath, so she begins to lower herself down until she finally takes a seat within. The warm water washes her synthetic skin, relaxing her deeply. The gentle and pleasant sensations of the water soothes her mind and body.

Heat radiates all throughout her body. Her fans quickly kick in to maintain a healthy internal temperature for her electronics. Creating a pleasant equilibrium where she may enjoy the warmth without any worry.

The water fills all of her cracks, seeps into the tight seams in her body where the connections are. It completely encases her as she sinks further down. Her synthetic skin glides along the bottom of the fancy tub. She has ample room, despite it being in an apartment. More than enough space for her to stretch out completely.

Her body is far more buoyant than any human. She is filled with steel, but mostly quite lightweight materials. With all of the air trapped in her system for the fans and mechanical components, she floats with absolute ease.

But unbeknownst to her, water seeps through the smallest little gaps within her body. It is an incredibly slow trickle. It is impossible for her to notice, and it shouldn’t be happening in the first place. She has a waterproof seal all round each of her joints. However it came under some stress she had never experienced just a night earlier. Her long night with Cindy put some pressure on her parts that she has had no time to check. No real damage, besides the tiniest of tears in some of the seals. But that is enough when she is relaxing in the water.

Drop by drop the water makes its way inside of her. In amounts so small it is completely imperceivable by the naked eye.

Jane relaxes, allowing herself to only focus on the gentle rocking of her body. This is a relaxation she can never really get from sleeping or resting on her bed. But despite that focus on her sensory data, she doesn’t pick up on the leakage even a little. After all, her sensors are within her artificial skin. The moisture trickling within her is unable to trigger any sensors because there aren’t any within her body.

Jane doesn’t notice anything at all for a majority of her time in the bathtub. The intrusion of water happens so slowly that it takes quite a while for it to affect her. But by the time she does, the most obvious explanation does not come to mind.

The water has finally reached one of her components. It is a fairly innocuous one, just a cooling fan trained on her central processing unit. As the moisture builds within its delicate circuits, it crosses a threshold of damage. With a sudden flash and the sound of an electrical pop, concealed by her body, the wire surges. It is still a small voltage, as that is all the fan needed. But it affects her all the same, and shuts down the fan.

She feels the shock, but it is only a small jolt. What concerns her more is the following diagnostic report. “W-what?” Jane mutters to herself as she is woken from this zen state while floating in the bath.

“14/08/20XX NEW MESSAGE TO SYSTEM WARNING: ELECTRICAL SURGE DETECTED. PRIMARY PROCESSOR FAN IS OFFLINE. ATTEMPTING CONNECTION… LOADING… ERROR: FAILED. ATTEMPTING CONNECTION… LOADING… ERROR: FAILED. ATTEMPTING-” Her terminal continues to repeat, summarized in a small report sent to her active artificial intelligence system.

She sits up in the tub, a little confused about what is going on. “Ugh, have I waited a bit too long for some maintenance? Annoying…” She thinks to herself, as she slides back into the water. Letting it envelope her, ignoring the problem and hoping to deal with it later.

It isn’t completely unforeseen that an android like her would receive the occasional error message. But almost always they are taken seriously and checked, even if the issue ends up being quite inconsequential. But Jane has a slightly different attitude. She has a certain faith in her body. A slightly unfounded faith in the absolute quality of her hardware. She considers it a personal affront to suggest there might be some physical error. Every now and then she will check her system, but that’s just software. After downloading a couple drivers, run some diagnostics, and it’s all good.

She has a pride in her actual body, the mechanical parts, the wires, the steel that makes up who she is. So this warning falls on deaf ears.

Jane continues the bath without a worry in her mind. Another twenty odd minutes pass without any issue. She ignores the occasionally repeated warning, but the system is designed not to be too intrusive in case of error. So it is not too hard to put it out of her head. However, the water keeps collecting inside of her all the same. Her fans were the first to go, but the water started to form a pool not long after.

Most of the electronics are held in the center of her body, while the outside is padded with various steel beams and carbon fiber structuring. So despite the staggering amount of water within, it doesn’t reach many other important parts. Just a few wires and the sort.

However a few more of the fans zap and crackle as they break from the moisture. And the lack of a proper cooling system absolutely takes an effect. Despite the insulation, the warmth of the water still slowly seeps in. And with nothing to fight it back, her system suffers for it.

Her processor burns hotter and hotter. The steadily increasing temperature slows down a number of her systems, and is a far greater cause for concern than the initial warnings would have led her to believe. Her system notifies her of these follow-up issues, but in a manner in which she can simply not pay attention to.

They follow the same string of replies, without opening a new system message ticket. “14/08/20XX WARNING ISSUE #42: TEMPERATURE IN CORE SYSTEMS REACHING LOW CRITICAL LEVELS. SEEK COOL ATMOSPHERE AND IMMEDIATE REPAIRS. WARNING: TEMPERATURE IN CORE SYSTEMS REACHING-” It continuously repeats. But with the whole string on mute, Jane doesn’t even notice it.

Eventually, she is ready to get out. She has had enough relaxation, and is ready to put away her things and await work the next day. She raises up from the bathtub and reaches towards her feet where the plug lies. But as she comes upright, the water that comfortably collected on the inside of her back suddenly spills throughout the rest of her body. Causing a sudden influx of hardware failures.

She pauses mid motion as her systems suddenly register the damage. Surging electricity zaps the various connections between her mechanical parts. The components with lower voltages are partially fried. Her more demanding parts instead carry a dangerous current throughout her body. It quickly runs along her sensory wires, breaking and snapping the ends.

Despite the notably dramatic effect within, her system is at least partially built to withstand damage. She has backup generators, her thick wires won’t get completely scorched by the initial zap. If she were a cheaper model, she would pass out completely broken already. Now she can shamble along for longer. She simply puts too much faith in this stronger system.

Jane opens her mouth, and the sounds of electrical pops and zaps can be heard from within her metallic shell. “W-what the hell?” She exclaims as she feels her body lurch. It halts despite her attempt to move forward. “Maybe I need to perform some updates once I’m dry… Must be a driver problem.” She mutters to herself, as her body slowly returns to moving as she wants it. It drags through the air as if wading through a thick sludge. But she does her best to ignore the encumbered feeling.

She manages to grasp the drain plug. But she can’t exactly pull on it. Jane tries her best to pull this fairly light little thing out. It is partially held down by the water pressure, but it should be less than child's play for her. She grunts as her limp arm is unable to muster even a single ounce of power.

Internally, her motors are buckling and breaking. The pistons and wires that connect to her motory function are partially broken from the electrical damage. It seems it is unable to register any inputs of force. Unless it is over a certain threshold. While the fine motor control is damaged, the greater parts are still mostly intact. But they are rarely if ever used.

As she keeps trying, she raises the output power higher and higher. Desperate to get some sort of response from her body. It goes higher and higher until finally her greater motor control is employed. Suddenly her arms fling upwards with such a force as to damage the drain. The small plug rips off of the chain and smashes into the ceiling, leaving a mark.

The room is then still. The sound of rushing water down the newly created whole starts to ring out.

Jane should figure out by now that something more is wrong. Even her solid faith would be shaken by the most significant hardware issues she has ever experienced. However, those hardware issues begin to affect her very thinking. The moisture trickled down throughout her dense network of interlocking components. Eventually reaching her CPU.

Any impairment there is magnitudes worse than other hardware issues. Her very ability to respond to these problems predicates on the performance of her CPU. So while she would have had the awareness to stop what she is doing and call up someone for maintenance… As the water fries the small connections between the CPU and other parts, leaving her with a fraction of the processing power she should… She doubles down on the assumption that nothing is wrong. She is incapable of putting two and two together, or acknowledging objective reality.

Jane sports a big smile, defaulting to her baseline presets. She places a slow and creaking hand on the side of the bathtub and tries to raise herself out. It takes an astonishing amount of time for the few remaining weaker motors to move the whole of her metallic, heavy body up. But she does make it, until she is shakily standing in the bathtub. Still with that dumbfounded expression on her face.

“W-w-what a nice bath! T-t-t-that was relaxing-ing-ing.” She says out loud. There is no one to talk to, and she rarely talks to herself so openly. Her computer is just simply runnin through her dialogue scripts and forgetting to put any post processing considerations. Such as if she should say it at all.

She cranes her leg over the side of the bath and places it firmly on the bathroom floor. She manages to bring the rest of herself out of it. Jane miraculously stands in the center of the room. Her hair is wet, losing half its volume. Water drips down her body. The synthetic skin she is completely covered in is quite water repellent, so the droplets easily slide down her voluptuous curves.

Her brain stalls in place trying to work out what should be done. The towel besides her gets completely ignored as she clunkily walks out of the room still completely wet. Leaving a trail of water behind her as she moves. Each step is slow and split up into multiple different movements. She raises her leg, moves her lower leg up. Using her knee like a simple one directional hinge. She then moves it forward before finally planting it down. Each step repeats like this. It takes almost a minute to move half a meter. Her processor is not capable of the dynamic multi-point movement her system usually uses.

She makes her way out of the bathroom and starts trekking the water through the rest of the apartment.

Before she makes it anywhere, the water sloshing around inside of her further contaminates her delicate components. “T-T-T-T-the weather-r-r-r…” She randomly mutters to herself. Her damaged CPU starts desperately searching through her programming for something that will get through her busted wires.

The damaged hardware has significantly messed with her programming. Thousands of files were corrupted instantly as the water hit it and the electricity rushed through all the places it shouldn’t. Then as the software keeps trying to run and calling on all of the non-functioning scripts, the issue gets worse and worse.

The CPU searches intensely. It always has to feed and maintain the artificial intelligence program that she relies on. So if things aren’t working she would just stall. When that happens, the CPU needs to fill the blanks.

Finally something clicks. It finds a surviving path of programming to execution and instantly clings to it. “T-these s-spreadsheets show a t-t-t-t-t-two fold p-p-projection of i-i-increased p-p-profits” She starts confidently declaring as she faces the wall. Her CPU has found some left over presentation data summarising a recent report.

She points behind her to an imagined projector screen, and rattles off more random details. Occasionally as she gestures with her hands, they smack into the wall in front of her. Her movements are hitching and glitching. She pauses mid motion for a little while, before overcorrecting and performing it far too intensely.

She is unable to remain stable and instead sways and has to poorly catch herself every now and then. “T-t-t-these show-w that a f-f-f-focus on d-dynamic marketing-ing-ing would-d im-r-p-prove pro-o-ofits w-w-with b-b-barely any-y-y additional co-cos-cost!” She loudly declares.

Water continuously falls down her body. As it slides along her artificial skin it often collects by the cracks in her limbs and seeps inside of her. Finding its way into all the little crevices and entering her. A significant portion of the water is now pooling on the inside of her feet and legs. Those motors are glitching heavily. She had made it to this random part in her hallway only because the motors were just barely above the water line. Getting hit only by small waves as it sloshes around. But now all the water in her and outside of her is collecting. And the mechanics have finally been engulfed by the water, and barely work anymore.

If she tries to take a step, she will have to rely completely on her knee joints and leg components to get her where she needs to go. But those are starting to grind and stiffen from the continued exposure to moisture.

Suddenly Jane turns and begins walking once more. Testing these parts out, and discovering just how much worse they have become in the short time she was paused. Her legs now struggle to move at all, and they only do in sudden and unpredictable movements. Before instantly becoming rigid once again. Her computer has to output so much more force just to take a simple step. Demanding so much more power, which further roots stress on the deeply damaged cables and connection points.

Her CPU can’t keep up with its own processing. So these actions happen at random, and there is little to no planning going on in this machine's head. When it comes to Jane's consciousness, she is already gone. Instead she is just being puppeteered by the glitchy whims of a broken system.

She wanders through her apartment at an agonisingly slow pace. Her movement’s don’t exactly line up with the layout of her building. Instead she bumps into the walls over and over, trying to walk through doorways that don’t seem to exist. Her CPU keeps pulling all the ingrained map data from her office building. Rather than using the current visual data that the cameras in her eyes are still partially picking up.

Eventually she stops once again, at an equally random place. Right besides her tv in the living room. Only a metre or two from the front door and in the middle of all of her newly brought in stuff.

She continues on her nonsensical office talk, though her words are becoming less and less coherent. The longer her CPU keeps running, the less she is able to do without it just breaking further and harder. “I-i-i-i-i-if… t-t-t-tri-i-ip-p-ple pro-rp-pro-rp-profitss… SYSTEM ERROR” She suddenly spouts. The barriers in place to stop system warnings from being too intrusive are starting to melt away. All of the damage has not only necessitated further intensity. But furthermore, that damage has eroded the very systems used to keep these warnings in check. The program that categorises warning types is corrupted, so they are being sent through at complete random.

Now it finally leaks into her speech. “T-T-t-t-tHE c-c-comp-pan-pan-pany s-s-sh-sh-sho- WARNING.” Jane announces. “CATASTROPHIC S-SYSTEM ERROR. CORE FILES CORRUPTED. HARDWARE FAILURES D-D-D-DETECTED. SEEK REPAIRS IMMEDIATELY.” She shouts. The warnings are at a far higher volume than her standing speaking voice. Though even that begins to fluctuate as she continues on her poor facsimile of corporate speak.

“H-H-HARDWARE… S-s-ssales I-indiC-CC-CA-CAte h-h-hH-H-H zZZzzZz H-high- MALFUNCTION… ERROR.” She continues to rattle off. At this point she is completely incapable of standing still. She has totally lost her balance management chip, and her broken hardware leaves her with completely uneven power in how she holds herself up. So every second she has to catch herself with her foot, throw her arms out and around, and move her entire torso and center of mass to keep herself standing. Her head randomly juts out from side to side. She is looking all over the place, though it’s not like any of her visual data is being stored and used.

The noise has ramped up more and more. The more important and bigger components are getting damaged. But they demand far more power, which is part of the reason they managed to hold on for longer. A lower voltage piece gets fried instantly, but her CPU, her data centers, her computer chips, they all require far more. When they break, they break intensely. The sounds of surging electronics ring out throughout the apartment. Not just the small little pops that happened upon first contact with water. But instead the crackle of electricity as it escapes the confinement of components and insulated wires. The sound of metal getting scorched black by a current that has gone haywire. It rivals the volume of her speech.

But when she opens her mouth, something even more noticeable than any of the noise escapes. A thick smoke rises out of her. Dark grey, it flows through the air like a liquid. Erupting from her dense and complicated components within. The tiniest trails escape through the small cracks around her shoulders and elbows. But each word spoken creates a real puff as it all climbs up her body and out her mouth.

Luckily she doesn’t stick around long enough for it to trigger the fire alarm. She wobbles her way over to the door, somehow it lines up with the corrupted map data in her head. It takes multiple tries for her glitching hand to actually find its way to the door handle. But eventually it does, and she lets herself out of the apartment.

She stands in an empty but quite large hallway. Still absolutely dripping wet and completely naked. Smoke pouring out of her mouth and the small crevices lining her body. Every step leaves a wet footprint behind, and her boobs softly bounce without the proper support she needs from a bra. She randomly moves through the hallway, occasionally bumping into walls. Still spouting her broken office nonsense.

“T-T-THth-the Nu-NUM-num-NUmber-s A-a-areee G-g-gggooodd-d” She says. Her artificial intelligence is struggling to even muster proper dialogue worthy of her position. She is unable to even pull from her data centers anymore as the connection has been completely broken. Each time she opens her mouth to speak, the noises of broken fans rattling and buzzing away are suddenly projected out of her. Most importantly, the occasional electrical surge rings out down the hall, almost managing an echo. Her body is built out of an insulating material that has not been remotely compromised by all of this damage. So the audio is well dampened when her mouth is closed.

Then, suddenly, Jane slips. The marble-like flooring has become so slippery from the dripping water that even at her best it would be hard not to topple. She comes crashing down to the ground with a sudden and loud thud.

The sudden impact rattles her quite intensely. The numerous already damaged electronics within her body are barely holding on by a thread. Collapsing like this has only broken everything apart further. There is barely anything working within her. Just a shell of dripping wet machinery and a few misfiring signals that somehow get her to still move and writhe around.

She finds herself laying on the side, bending and twitching in place slightly. She still spits out her randomly pulled on dialogue, but barely any of it forms a recognizable word. Let alone a sentence. “Z-ZZ-z-z T-tthe-TH-ET-ET-ET-THe m-m-M-M-m-ggg-marg-in-inm-mars S-S-S-SYTEM-S-SS-HUT ERR-ROR a-ree l-l-loo-oo-www cocco-coccmmmm-cmpa-comp-cmp-compared-d ZZZ-ZZzzz-z EE-EE-E-ERROR t-tit-ti-to o-TO-TO-OTher M-a-am-mar-KET-KET-KETS…” She loudly exclaims.

Being grounded means the water that all pooled within her feet now flows freely through her body again. It does another round of electrical damage throughout her whole body. The puffs from smoke from the small crevices thicken as a new wave of it is created.

However her CPU does manage to determine that it’s orientation is off. It has detected that it's on the ground, but it struggles to communicate that to the rest of her body. Her arms start flinging up to the sky, as if trying to return to their default state. The remaining power left in her legs starts going haywire. It is receiving signals but is unable to process them.

She continues to uselessly writhe around in this odd manner for a bit. Occasionally her breasts plumpy squish against the floor, before being flung around as her torso rapidly rotates. As it continues on, the movements get more unrestricted and unpredictable.

Then, through sheer happenstance, she starts to raise up. Her right arm, using the strongest motors it has, begins to push off of the ground for just a short instance. But it was long enough for her legs to start doing the same. This stage takes a little long, but miraculously Jane is able to stand once more.

She can’t exactly recognise the accomplishment for what it is. Her active awareness was one of the first things to go. But still, her dialogue pauses for a moment, as if she was basking in the glory. She then resumes her rambling, as she stumbles her way around the room once more.

She bumps into a wall, but inadvertently presses the elevator button as she does so. She slides along the wall onto the metallic doors, while still pressed against it. When the doors part she stumbles her way in. She is caught by the mirrored wall of the elevator. The doors closed behind her. She keeps randomly sputtering nonsense and moving around. Jane spends a few minutes in there, without the ability to press the open door button deliberately. “... Zz-ddw-p… Ss-s-SSPP-spreea-adshee-ets…” She mutters.

Jane doesn’t notice as the elevator begins moving downwards, without her having pressed a single button. She still glitchily spins in place, until eventually the doors open once more. A beautiful woman with long brunette hair in a tight fitting black pantsuit is checking her watch as the doors part. She has striking high heels that glisten despite their black colours. There is a striking white shirt that just peaks out around her chest. There is even a small glimpse at her bra which can partially be seen through the top. Her pencil skirt is incredibly high up her thigh, but she stands with such dignity that it feels classy rather than rauncher. She has a black leather bag hanging from her right shoulder. She looks up and gasps as she sees the clearly damaged naked woman, with smoke pouring out of her.

“O-oh my god” She mutters, before Jane incidentally pushes past the woman and begins wandering into the lobby. Large floor to ceiling windows line the walls, allowing ample view to the many pedestrians on the street passing by. The woman is stunned, unsure what to do with the naked machine.

“D-d-d-da-tada-dta s-shows-s o-o-ourrrr… ERRORR-R SYSTEM-M-M SERROR…” She cheers out, as she walks.

The water still drips, though a lot of it has fallen off of her at this point. Her trail of water has been reduced to just footsteps.

“Dear me… U-um miss? C-can I help you?” The woman chimes in. It gets absolutely no response from Jane. She lost the ability to process auditory data a long time ago. She stumbles, slowly finding her way to the large front door. Jane slams into the wall beside the door. Despite her metallic heavy body, the impact is pretty light. She just can’t muster much power. She continues to ram herself into the wall, slightly varying position each time.

The woman approaches Jane, but is still unsure how to handle the situation. She starts digging into her

Eventually she actually manages to hit the button that opens the door. She quickly flings herself through it, with the force she was hitting the wall with.

She falls out onto the street, landing on her front. Her breasts squish against the pavement. She is only a few feet away from some of the passer-bys, but most of them just keep walking. Even in the corpo sector, night city is not a place you can easily worry about other people in. Upon seeing nothing happen, the woman follows Jane out of the building and starts to pick her up. The water soaks into her nice pantsuit and white blouse, making it positively see through. She slings the naked woman around her shoulder, keeping her upright. She holds on tightly to Jane with one arm, as she fishes her phone from out of her bag in the other.

“Hey, Adrienne, do you have a spot open right now?” She asks. “Yeah, I’ll be finished by the time you arrive.” The person on the other end replies, before suddenly ending the call. “Not one for pleasantries…” The woman asks as she drags Jane towards the street and hails a cab. The two climb in while the woman apologises for the wetness. Then they zoom off the ripperdoc to get Jane fixed up.