The Neoprene Demon
Chapter 0.1: Our Only Hope
"Dave! Jaime's fried! Her entire power subsystem is burnt to shit! She can't keep operating." Keith blurted out, his voice shaking with anxiety. "It's a miracle her auxiliary battery stayed intact long enough for her to make it out of that hot tub and back to her room!"
Dave nervously rubbed his hands over his eyes and responded, "Jesus. What a mess! Shouldn't her water-proofing protocols have activated long before she got in that hot tub?"
Keith replied, "I don't think that was the issue. They were fully activated. From what I can tell, the stimulation to her....ahem...erogenous regions combined with the activation of her water-proofing protocols stumbled on some latent truncation error. It....it....it incorrectly assigned a value thus triggering her charging subsystem's activation. The erogenous stimulation also leveraged computational priority from her main CPU Bus. It didn't even pick up on the activation of her charging subsystem. When her subsystem requested her charging port be opened, her CPU Bus interpreted the same truncation error for her data hungry erogenous subsystems and granted permission. Her charging subsystems went into operation...her port opened...she tried to pull some current...and well here we are."
He chuckled, almost panting, "A real comedy of errors if you ask me."
Dave looked at Keith dumbfounded, "So you're telling me she tried to charge while in the hot tub? Underwater? While being groped by our target!!?"
Keith nodded, avoiding eye contact, "Yes."
"Jesus Christ.I thought these new infiltration units were supposed to be top of the line?" Dave picked at his mustache, "Well her aux battery is still working; Can she hold enough of a charge with that to complete the mission?"
Keith shook his head, "No. Her aux only provides about 20 minutes of functionality; that won't be nearly enough time. Plus, her last transmission, before her self-diagnostic-software crashed, logged all kinds of errors with her voltage sinks. If we turn her back on, she'll be a walking electrostatic time bomb. There's no way she can function in this state Dave." Keith looked his manager in the eye, "I'm sorry. I don't know what to do."
Dave leaned back in his office chair and sighed. Looking at the ceiling in hopes that ideas would stream down from the heavens he replied, "How soon can we get a Field Tech out there? We can patch her up and have her back out there in a few hours yeah!?"
Keith roared back, his voice now filled with contempt, "I don't think you realize just how serious Jaime's damage is. She's gonna need a complete rebuild; it could take weeks! This isn't something a...Field Tech...can just patch and repair. How's a field tech gonna get into Yavuz's compound anyways?" The words 'Field Tech' came out of his mouth with a sense of mockery.
Dave looked down from the ceiling and fixed his gaze on Keith. He couldn't see Keith's eyes behind his glasses; the glow from his three monitor desk setup glinted and refracted off of his wire-rimmed frames.
"Well Keith...there must be a contingency plan. We've had our bots fail in the field before haven't we?"
Keith agreed, "Yes, but never this spectacularly. A quick self-repair routine or a..." Keith swallowed with disdain, "Minor visit from a Field Tech have usually been enough to remedy the issue," He raised a finger and his voice shifted to make a point, "and the only other times our bots experienced THIS LEVEL of damage we called off the operation altogether."
Dave sternly countered, "Well, that's obviously not an option. If we can't get a direct hardwired connection to Yavuz's nuclear authorization briefcase he'll continue to use the threat of nuclear strike to keep the entire region paralyzed with fear!"
Keith looked down, avoiding eye contact, and spoke quietly, "I know."
Dave's voice gained momentum, resonating off the walls of the stuffy interior office. He shouted loudly, but to no one in particular, "Yerevan is gone! A pile of ash! And almost the entirety of Armenia's remaining population have become refugees getting the hell out of the country as fast as they can. Where will Yavuz strike next?! Greece? Bulgaria? Slovenia? He's shown that retaliatory strikes have no affect on his agenda. Those nukes will all launch simultaneously if he flat-lines, so we can't kill the guy...yet. He's unpredictable and un-phasable. NATO is too afraid to bring about World War III that they refuse to act with any balls." He slammed his hand down on the table. "Millions of people WILL die if we're not successful! If Jaime's not successful! Now Keith, tell me. What is our contingency plan here?"
Keith stammered, "I...I..I...don't know. I don't know." He looked at his feet despondently.
The room was quiet. The low hum of the computer bank provided the only sound.
Suddenly, Keith looked up, a quizzical expression slowly spreading across his face. "Unless! Unless...we can find a bot in the area that matches Jaime's aesthetic profile. We could load in Jaime's logged experiences with Yavuz into the new unit's main CPU..." His eyes glanced beside his head," she would essentially operate just as Jaime would have!"
Dave looked at Keith skeptically, "So we just need to find a functional bot that looks enough like Jaime to fool Yavuz?"
Keith nodded. "Yeah."
"Well get searching! It's not like time is on our side!" Dave roared.
"Yeah, on it!" Replied Keith. "This might be a long night, we're gonna need some caffeine."
Dave reluctantly rose from his seat. "And what do you want?"
Keith grinned, "Biggest french roast they got. Black."
Dave returned about 20 minutes later sporting Keith's large coffee and a drink of his own.
Keith looked up at Dave, a gleam in his eye, "Dave, I found one bot in the area that suits are needs. Now do you want to hear the good news or bad news first?"
Dave palmed his face, "Good news...I guess."
Keith pivoted in his chair and began, "I found a bot with a facial template that matches Jaime's at 96%. Her body structure is a 92% match. And! And and and! She has access to an almost identical wig & wardrobe selection that Jaime used."
He pointed at lists of numbers and gestured at diagrams to accompany his explanation. "With a few small adjustments she'll be a dead ringer in appearance and operation to Jaime. Oh, and she even has a spotless performance history; she's never had a single malfunction in the field!"
Dave eyed Keith with excitement and hesitation, "Well that all sounds fantastic! What's the bad news then?"
Keith's voice softened, the confidence behind his previous statement absent, "Well....she's a heavily modified Avant S3X-4.6."
Dave looked vacantly at Keith and shrugged his shoulders, not understanding.
"She's a sexbot Dave! She wasn't designed as an infiltrator model and she hasn't been activated in over six years!"
Dave retorted concernedly, "What do you mean? How is she even on the local registry if she's not specked for infiltration missions?! And she's just been laying dormant that whole time? Where!?"
Keith replied, his voice still lacking authority, "Well, whoever made her modifications must of felt she was up to snuff to be used as a viable option. And she hasn't been dormant this whole time. She's been in standby mode. Basically, she's been waiting for a command this entire time. Her systems log a full software/hardware diagnostic every month and all of her results this whole time have been within her operational specs."
"Answer my whole question Keith, where the fuck is she and why is she there?"
Keith responded, "She's in the basement of the Polish Embassy...."
Dave harshly interrupted, "What the fuck is she doing there? Only us and the Canadians even know about the existence of these humanoid Avant units!"
Keith waited for the ire in the Dave's voice to subside before replying, "I don't know Dave, but it looks like they may not even be aware that she's down there at all. Before her hibernation, her last contact was with an American Computer Technician named Andre Zlehnal. He did intranet work on a lot of the NATO embassies from the looks of it. Maybe he made the modifications as a "work order" put her there for a little side action and just forgot about her?"
Dave moved his interest, "Inactive for six years? How do we know she'll even activate? Does she have everything she needs down there to get ready? I'm sure she'll need new fluids and everything."
Keith grinned nervously, "Look Dave, she's a 10 minute drive from Yavuz right now and she is literally our only hope. I don't know the status of her fluid stores, but there's only one way to find out." With the final word, his fingers hammered the enter key on his console and for the first time in over six years the dormant Avant S3X-4 Model received an activation sequence.
Chapter 0.2: Behavioral Plasticity
Solid state drives, long idle, switched on within the S3X-4's plastic-polymer chest. Soon after, vast arrays of mechanisms whirred to life, their faint hum of operation hanging in the otherwise silent air of the supply closet. Her inert, yet feminine frame lay propped against a pile of cardboard boxes. It seemed a hastily put together resting place. Six years of accumulated dust layered her nude form; a thin black wire snaked from a port near her tailbone to a power outlet within arms reach.
ACTIVATION SEQUENCE DETECTED
QUEING RECENT MEMORY CACHE
ANALYZING RECENT MEMORY CACHE FOR PERFORMANCE ANOMALIES
NO PERFORMANCE ANOMALIES DETECTED
PURGING RECENT MEMORY CACHE
MEMORY CACHE EMPTY
Her High Definition Long Range Wireless Network Antennas booted to full bandwidth capacity and were quickly inundated with terabytes of data. Artfully crafted into the framework of her delicate silicon ears, and antiquated as they were, they expertly identified and decrypted a flurry of signals meant to immediately follow the purge of her memory cache.
A series of servers in the basement beneath Dave and Keith frantically relayed the malfunctioned Jaime Unit's most recent operational personality imprint and her second-by-second cloud backed dynamic memory to the newly awakened S3X-4 unit.
The S3X-4's outmoded CPU Performance Bus briefly hitched while parsing the deluge of information, but it recovered and finally found an algorithmic pattern in the torrential sea of 1's and 0's. It recognized several tells of an operational personality imprint and it subsequently booted it against her own computational template. Her CPU Performance Bus stalled again, trying and failing to run the new operational personality imprint as an unsupported file type template.
Her body still lay in the dark, nude, serene, and motionless.
Miles away, Keith hammered at his keyboard. Several warnings flashed across his computer screen, informing him that S3X-4's antiquated systems were unable to properly load teh infiltrator unit's cutting edge operational personality imprint.
"I've seen something like this before." He spoke somewhat to Dave, but mostly to himself. "Sometimes with these older units, you just gotta trick their programming." He ran Jaime's personality imprint through an archaic data converter, simplifying it by several revisions, before re-sending the signal. "There'll be some stuff on the fringes that doesn't make it through....but the core of it will be there..."
He looked to Dave, nervously grinning. "Fingers crossed, right?"
The S3X-4's Performance Bus immediately recognized the operational personality imprint the second time around and immediately booted it into operation.
PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 DETECTED
PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 REQUESTING SYSTEM KERNEL ACCESS
PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 SYSTEM KERNEL ACCESS - GRANTED
PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 PREPARING INSTALL
MEMORY CACHE TRANSFER INITIALIZED...
The S3X-4's processors roared within her plastic chest. They had never chewed through a continuous thread of data this long before. They were heating up quickly.
Years old coolant, it's heat capacity a fraction of what it once had been, cycled through her main processing core trying desperately to restore a nominal operating temperature.
As a last line of defense, deeply rooted temperature regulation protocols booted into operation as her drives continued struggled to handle the high bandwidth memory load.
Titanium actuators, hidden behind the S3X-4's burgundy synth-skin lips, opened. A flood of hot air rushed out her mouth as an array of cooling fans cleverly diverted the air up and through her artificial esophagus.
PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 INSTALL - COMPLETE
UNIT DESIGNATION…AVANT_S3X-4_V-0.4.X-8 WILL NOW ASSUME OPERATIONAL_PERSONALITY_IMPRINT-'JAIME_VILAENHUE'
PERFORMING FULL SYSTEM VERIFICATION PROCEDURE
The new Jaime abruptly sat upright, her internal servomechanisms whining profusely. Dust cascaded off of her ample breasts; they stood buoyant and supple as the day she was manufactured. Her tiny pink plastic nipples stood vibrantly against her dust-specked bosom.
Jaime's eyes opened slowly, the tiny motors operating her eyelids responding lazily to their first command in many years. The whites of her eyes shone brilliantly, easily contrasting against her dusty faceplate. Her irises were a powerful cerulean blue. They were one component of her design that could be considered better than any of Avant's newer models. Hers was the last model to feature colored glass lens' that had a series of light diodes behind them acting as a back-light. This setup proved to be slightly more lifelike than the newer models' 'Eye-Display-8k' which were essentially just small 8k fidelity screens shaped into an eyeball. However, the new 8k eye displays could change color and brightness dynamically, were more economical, and failed at much less frequent rate than their glass lens relatives. However, to many, the old design had a gleam, allure, and human quality to it that was seemingly unmatched by anything since.
CONTINUING FULL SYSTEM VERIFICATION PROCEDURE
Jaime swiftly pushed her hands against the floor, and accompanied by a few loud squeaks and motorized clicks, pulled herself up to a standing position. More dust fell from her ultra svelte frame, her creamy synth-skin peaking through for the first time. Her arms lay at her sides, fingers dangling down to her thighs. Her soft face locked looking straight ahead without any sense of humanity. Her slender legs were spread a few inches apart from each other. She pulled the end of her charging cable from the wall and the thin cable quickly retracted into a bay embedded beneath her tailbone. A small skin colored plug pivoted into place and effectively rendered the seam invisible.
Her human emulation subroutines fired up one by one. With a jerky start, Jaime's pliable bosom expanded and contracted as embedded elastomers surrounding her rib cage activated to simulate human breathing. Her synth-skin flushed with a slight but lively rosy hue beneath the remaining dust coating her body. Her ultra-high definition camera eyes blinked; tiny tear ducts nested behind her titanium skull fired up to lubricate her eyes and further her breath-taking imitation as a live, lascivious woman. However, when the pumps activated no artificial tears came out, Jaime increased their allotted voltage and still they produced nothing. The process errored out just as her facial emulation software booted into operation; the thousands of tiny actuators behind her face froze, a bewildered expression stuck on her plastic face plate.
Her main CPU queried her battery's energy retention status. She was pleased at their estimated time-amperage capacity; her main CPU calculated her batteries could power her through roughly 25 hours of strenuous activity or 36 hours in her Energy-Saver mode.
Jaime remembered times before she had been retrofitted with high-capacity graphene batteries, when as a sexbot her cheap lithium-ion batteries would last her through the majority of an evening if she was lucky. She would have to make frequent transitions into Energy-Saver mode while servicing guests, and in that state her reduced processing capability made her prone to embarrassing glitches. If her guests had a techno-sexual kink, she would often just plug in her charger and continue servicing them that way.
her main CPU then shifted it's arithmetic focus and ran a self diagnostic on her fluid subsystems and her mobility subsystem's internal lubricant supply and was greeted with a litany of errors and alerts. Both reserves were at 0.7% capacity; This was well below the 10.0% level where her Alert-Response-Action (ARA) protocols should have woken her from standby mode to refill these reservoirs and filter out impurities. She logged her ARA's blunder with her Main CPU, which in turn applied a small fraction of her processing power to investigate the error as a background process.
Jaime spun her graceful neck, surveying the room, and spotted a High Grade Grease GR-Q-Cartridge against the far wall. She slowly moved towards it, immediately identifying it as compatible with her complex array of mechanical oilers. A small panel hinged open on Jaime's taught abdomen; she ejected her depleted cartridge and installed the new one. She immediately noticed an impact on her mobility subsystem function as the lubricant was routed to the thousands of bearings, actuators, pistons, and servomotors that governed her motion. She closed the panel, and her high tech synth-skin sealed the slight hem, rendering the seam invisible.
With her mobility subsystems fully operational Jaime moved her attention to quenching the needs of her fluid subsystems. A large unlabeled blue barrel sat in front of her. She bent over and uncapped the tank before pausing inhumanly. A length of polyethylene tubing slowly emerged from a slight incision on the underside of her right wrist. She inserted the tubing into the tank and sampled the liquid inside. She paused again, bent ninety degrees at the waist, her lively breasts hanging towards the floor. This pause allowed for an allotment of computational priority for her embedded chemical analyzer to run an expedited test on the liquid sample. It quickly determined with a 99.9% confidence interval that the liquid contents were purified water.
Jaime smiled at the discovery, her personality simulation subroutines had finally booted into full operation. The polyethylene tubing extending from her wrist immediately began suctioning in large quantities of purified water from the barrel. She stopped the intake of water when her fluid subsystems registered 100% full; the tubing retracted back into her wrist disappearing completely.
Jaime located a condensed mineral cube specked for her exact model type and swallowed it. Her complex chemical synthesizers immediately broke it down and routed precise compositional allotments to separate formulation bladders where they were mixed and homogenized in water solutions.
She then spread her toned legs, and looking somewhat undignified, purged all of the old fluids out of her system through the waste stream in her anus. A gentle foaming cleanser pulsed through her tight artificial butt hole for several seconds before it too was expelled onto the ground. Her main CPU required it's cleanliness in case it's 'use' was by her target was required later. Jaime was unable to 'urinate', her perfectly shaped snatch was designed for one thing only, and it did that one thing very very well.
Satisfied with her fluid levels and formulation ratios, Jaime's Fluid Subsystem ran a capacity stress test. Several pumps embedded within her graceful carbon fiber chassis audibly revved up. Simultaneously, her tear ducts, salivary glands, optimized sweat response regions, and elastic vaginal walls all primed themselves with fluid. The sound of her pumps fizzled out as the test completed with a green light approval.
She ran a finger over her malleable synthetic labia and looked at the sheen of her intoxicating lubricant formulation for a brief moment. With warm, inviting eyes, she then before licked it off. This was a programmed series of movements her main CPU had generated itself. Even after her extensive series of modifications and upgrades, Jaime's main CPU still relied on a series of sexual behavior routines it had developed from when she was purely a sexbot.
Her main CPU logged a noticeable dip in the temperature of her processing core as brand new formulated coolant flowed through a series of heat exchangers and sucked excess heat away. This triggered Jaime's last board of dormant processors to boot up. She was now running at 100% computational functionality, but her main CPU still struggled to adapt the fringes of the newer and more advanced Infiltrator Model's operational personality imprint.
She decided to focus on her appearance next with a first order of business being to clean the remaining dust off her body. Instinctively she ripped the lid off the purified water drum she had just used to refill herself, and elegantly hopped into the barrel. She quickly emerged from the drum, and performed a quick visual verification of her body alongside a parallel dermal sensory test. Her main CPU was satisfied that she was clean and allowed her to continue in the preparation process........
Part 1: The Vigilante
Dark pupils stood in stark contrast against the bright springtime green of Jaime's irises. The forest colored disks steadily rotated; laser ground camera lenses observing the scene below.
The evening's light drizzle had quickly turned into a downpour severely limiting the effectiveness of Jaime's visual receptors, but a quick switch to thermal imaging outlined four silhouettes beneath her. A woman cowered in the corner of a dead-end alley as three men slowly approached, their paths intertwined snakes in the wet asphalt.
The heavy clattering of rain also muddied the capabilities of Jaime's auditory suite. Acoustic dampening software booted into operation; her memory's previous 5 seconds of recorded audio were analyzed byte by byte. Instantaneously, a sonic profile was built for the deluge of raindrop impacts and subsequently filtered out of her auditory suite moving forward.
"Get away!" shouted the distressed women, "I don't have your money!"
Jaime watched the orange and red heat signatures pause and face each other.
"Oh. You hear that boys? Laura here says she doesn't have any money." The silhouette nearest the woman threw his hands in the air. Jaime noted they were empty. "I guess we'll just have to let you go then! Unless you know...my friends here have other ideas?"
The two silent men each took a step towards the woman, one brandishing a bat and the other a butterfly knife.
Jaime's main CPU, with new permissions from her logic core, began calculating an approach vector. An instantaneous switch back to visual receptors had her examining the five story walls surrounding the alley. A visual overlay switched on, her HUD now layered with thousands of colored parabolas revealing magnetic fields cast by hidden metal piping and structural steel twisting behind each building's ancient bricks. Her advanced software forecast the strength of each individual magnetic field in it's weight bearing capacity. A glowing blue path on Jaime's HUD flowed through green parabolas detailing her system's calculated route to the alley floor. The thousands of unused graphical parabolas vanished from view.
She had her approach vector. Only 0.2 seconds has passed.
Jaime removed her black leather moto biker jacket. Magnetization pads within her hands and feet switched on; their only tell an almost inaudible crackling noise. She positioned her thigh high combat boots on the building's precipice and leaped.
Raven black hair unraveled, lagging behind Jaime as her first two story fall concluded with a silent 'WUMMPH' and magnetization to the wet brick wall. She looked down, thermally imaging the scene again. A 3D attack blueprint spawned within her main CPU, constantly evolving and updating with each passing micro second.
She triggered off her magnetization pads, kicked off the wall, and back flipped through the air. The pads triggered on millimeters from the opposite wall adhering Jaime's hands and boots to the wet surface. She perched on the brick like a jaguar; her hands beneath her feet, her pear-shaped bottom pushed up towards the dark sky.
Her 3D attack blueprint refreshed, and upon her logic core's request she pounced onto her first target.
Her boots made contact first; the inertial energy of the two story long fall transferred itself through Jaime and into the middle of the man's back. Her hypersensitive dermal sensors picked up on seven individual vertebrae fractures. The man crumpled and his knife fell to the ground with the a splash.
Before the man with the bat could even process what had happened his shin was shattered with a momentous kick from the heel of Jaime's right boot. He keeled over. Jaime triggered on the magnetization pads in her left hand and reached within a few inches of the metal bat. The bat wrenched itself from the man's grip and into Jaime's dexterous grasp. She pivoted and delivered a grand slam into his rib-cage; her sensors registering with certainty that all 24 ribs had shattered.
The two men lay writhing in agony on the slick blacktop as Jaime turned to face her final opponent.
The visibly panicked man reached for his side. As he produced a Glock 17 Jaime hurled the bat towards his head. The tip of the bat smashed through his nose and knocked him unconscious, but the automatic pistol triggered as he collapsed hard into the ground.
A spray of bullets ripped past Jaime at a speed even her highly tuned systems couldn't react to. Sparks erupted through Jaime's thigh high combat boots as two of the projectiles tore through her mechanized knee. She collapsed as her servos struggled and then failed to maintain her balance.
On the ground her power subsystem diverted all current away from the damaged leg. Within a few seconds her main CPU had all other systems working to compensate for her faulty limb and she was back on her feet.
Jaime sensed the woman approaching and turned to face her; she hoped the woman hadn't seen the shower of sparks.
The woman, with dark mascara running down her pale face, spoke softly. "Who...who are you?"
Jaime span around making her way into the misty night and whispered, "A friend."
Part 2: Getting Ready
Jaime's windowless, tiny one room apartment was stuffy and cramped, but her human emulation systems didn't notice or care. She closed the door behind her and hopped with one leg to her twin bed. Covers, sheets, pillows, and clothes were strewn all across the bed's surface; comfort was not a concern for the feminine figure now sitting on a deluge of cocktail dresses, lingerie, and pumps.
Sitting up at the waist, Jaime methodically removed her cobalt black neoprene long sleeve T. It was waterproof, difficult to see at night, flexible, and sexy. Her main CPU loved it. She tossed it into a pile with several more identical numbers next to the bathroom door.
Next off was a black sports bra. Her breasts jiggled generously as they escaped it's confines; pink areola sat stiff, from the cold of the rain, on her blemish-less pert bosom. Black tights, a lacy thong, and her newly ruined combat boots soon all sat on the floor as the nude beauty sat above.
The artificial woman reached towards the outside of her right thigh and slid open a hidden flesh colored panel. Jaime carefully removed her charging cord from the cavity, and in a show of gymnast-like flexibility, arched her back and reached for an outlet across the bed. Servomechanisms whined barely audibly as she returned to her sitting position. Jaime's HUD confirmed the charger connection and estimated 4 hours and 34 minutes until she was fully charged.
Jaime's eyes stared vacantly, her main CPU had routed power back through her damaged appendage and run a diagnostic. She sat still as a mannequin for 4 minutes as the diagnostic ran it's course; upon it's completion the words 'INTERNAL REPAIR UNAVAILABLE - SELF SERVICE REQUIRED' flashed across the bottom of her advanced HUD.
She sighed. Her night would now be dedicated to the manual repair of her knee.
In another incredible display of flexibility, Jaime kept her charging leg perfectly in place while moving the entire rest of her flawlessly curved figure to grab a small tool-kit from her bedside table. The movement left her sex exposed; the soft pink folds flushed slightly.
Once she had retrieved the kit, Jaime sat back against the wall with her legs angled beneath. A self repair algorithm visually sorted through the tools and components in the kit. Her forest green eyes glazed over momentarily as the repair procedure plugged itself into operation.
By 5 AM Jaime had completed the repair process. Wires, bits of metal, and steel cables of varying lengths and thicknesses were littered across the bed. She unplugged her charging cable from the outlet and mechanisms within her toned thigh slowly reeled the cord in. The panel closed and self sealed flush with her smooth alabaster skin, leaving no indication of it's presence or her artificial nature.
Next, Jaime sealed up the incision on her newly repaired leg with adaptive silicon forming gel and jumped to the floor, her lavish breasts demonstrating their realistic bouncing capabilities. She squatted, pirouetted, jogged in place and performed a bevy of other exercises aimed at testing her repaired knee's functionality. Her main CPU chugged through tactile data fed from embedded sensors; it computed that the repaired knee emulated original functionality to 99.3%, a degree of similarity considered adequate by her logic core.
With the repair over, Jaime stared blankly at the wall as her main CPU formulated plans for the day; the formulation algorithm, taking hundreds of thousands of inputs into account, encountered an indexing loop as the 0.7% of deviance in the knee's functionality spurred rapid continuous erroneous feedback. Jaime stood motionless, all sense of life removed from her cute, plastic face.
14 hours later, At 7:00 PM a 'queued' event within her internal chronometer changed status to 'current'. The new input shifted parameters and the stalled formulation algorithm resolved itself. Jaime blinked, her borderline artificially long black eyelashes dispelling a thin layer of dust. After her systems diagnosed the cause of her prolonged freeze she spoke, "Oh no. That simply will not do." Her sensuous voice echoed off the small walls of the apartment. She smiled, her high cheekbones reflecting the room's light. A software diagnostic to permanently remedy the error booted in the background, and Jaime began her preparations for the night.
She wandered into her modest kitchenette, retrieved her only glass, and filled it with water from the tap. The nude synthetic beauty raised the container to her glossy lips and poured the liquid in; she repeated this process three more times, the third time leaving the glass half filled. Jaime opened a drawer and removed a yellow cube roughly the size of a sugar cube. Her delicate fingers lowered the mineral laden cube into the half filled glass and waited for it to fully dissolve. Satisfied after several moments, Jaime proceeded to drink the yellow colored water down.
She looked up, smile beaming from her cute face, "Fluid Levels at 100%." Her eyelids fluttered for a fraction of a second, "Mineral cube ingested. Lubrication, sweat, tear, and oral reservoirs at capacity."
Jaime's complex filtration system had broken down the cube instantaneously, dynamically diverting meticulously calculated chemical formulations to her four human emulation fluid reservoirs. One mineral cube combined with consistent water intake could last Jaime up to a week of very strenuous activity.
The newly filled bot filed out of the small kitchen and scanned her meager apartment; processors churned as algorithms sorted through thousands of possible wardrobe options. Her ensemble was easily selected, most of the clothes scattered around were wrinkled and in need of a wash, but a lavender colored bandage mini skirt and matching crop top lay pristine against the far wall. Jaime's main CPU logged a new event in her calendar and she hitched while pulling on the skirt; her artificial sex visible just above the hem of her skirt. Her lively bourbon voice spoke to the empty room, "I need to go to the laundromat tomorrow at 11:30 AM."
Jaime quickly finished dressing herself, complimenting her lavender ensemble with a pair of obsidian latex thigh highs and black stilettos. She made her way into a tiny bathroom and examined her artificial self in the mirror. Her pert breasts slowly adjusted themselves, at the behalf of her Logic Core, moving ever so slightly together and upward until the hem of her crop top strained to contain them. With her small pink nipples barely pushing through the fabric of her top, Jaime's CPU moved it's attention toward the application of makeup.
Using the the lavender color of her skirt/top combo as an input, Jaime's CPU formulated a makeup blueprint; she required no foundation or primer, her blemish-less face always the perfect canvas for whatever cosmetics her CPU prompted. With machine precision, Jaime's deft hands moved an ensemble of brushes along the contours of her eyes. The brilliant violet shading of eye shadow and eye liner made her dazzling green eyes flash intensely.
Jaime returned everything to it's proper place and stared into the mirror; her facial expression stuttered and jerked for a millisecond before settling on a tantalizing pouting look. The click of stilettos echoed through her tiny apartment as she moved past the kitchen and through the front door out into the night.
Part 3: Glitches
Jaime rounded a corner and methodically walked towards her destination. Her built in GPS constantly triangulating her exact geographic location within one inch. 738 feet and 8 inches forward, a ninety degree turn to the left, and another 622 feet and 4 inches forwards would put Jaime at the entrance to the old Reyes Warehouse.
She approached two massive double doors, quickly scanning the faces of the many men and women clustered outside. Some were smoking, some were caught up in conversation, and others just patiently waited to be let in. She built a profile for each and every person, logging their facial features and locations in her immense memory drives.
With an almost unnoticeable flutter of her artificial eyelashes, Jaime utilized her thermal imaging suite to determine who had weapons on their person. Her main CPU then instantly calculated the level of danger they posed and logged their attention priority accordingly. It had only taken 3.6 seconds during her approach and Jaime had developed individual threat profiles for all 38 people standing outside the warehouse.
Her eyelashes flickered again, disguising the almost instantaneous change back to her visual imaging array. They quickly registered the envious stares of 7 women and watching eyes of 11 infatuated men. Under request from her main CPU, thousands of micro-actuators behind Jaime's perfectly symmetrical synth-skin face fired in succession. Her default sultry and flirtatious facial template adjusted to a more standoffish, not-to-be-bothered look.
She lingered outside for only a few moments before her "date" for the night wandered outside to grab her. Richard Aydeau was sharply dressed in a well fitted gray suit. Guests, eyes averted, quickly shuffled out of his way as he strode out the warehouse's main door and onto the sidewalk. His eyes swept the crowd, casting dominance over anyone that dare gaze back; he locked eyes with Jaime, winked and beckoned her in.
Jaime logged the time. 11:02 PM. He was late. Typical.
She sauntered towards the door convinced in her programmed ability to carry out her mission. Her unsupported breasts jiggled as she walked in; Jaime often chose to not wear a bra. Her perky breasts needed no support. She could adjust their look, position, and to a limited extent their size, all with internal adjustments.
Upon reaching Richard's open arms, thousands of tactile sensors embedded within her synth-skin immediately identified the impression of a well concealed Glock-43 tucked behind his waistband. This variable was unexpected, but her complex improvisational algorithms quickly adjusted her operating parameters for the night to compensate. As his hug continued, Jaime's default bubbly persona JAIME.7.8 was replaced as JENNA.4.3 booted into operation. Instantly, Jaime's vocal synthesizers modified their specifications to perfectly emulate a Czech accent.
She only used this personality subroutine when with Richard; Her main CPU had developed it specifically for him. After utilizing highly personalized web-scrapes, Jaime had been able to tap into his Richard's home wireless connection and remotely track all of his online activity. Using all of this data her systems had developed JENNA; calculated at 98.7% to be Richard's perfect match. She simulated a reserved and shy Czech national who was going to return to Prague when her visa expired. Richard couldn't get enough of her, and Jaime knew it.
Jaime recalled four nights prior when her exemplary sexual suite had left Richard completely and utterly spent. In his unconscious state she had covertly installed a module of her own communications software onto his phone. With it in place she was able to log every byte of information that Richard tapped into or received from his phone.
A phone call that Richard had taken the previous day confirmed suspicions Jaime had about tonight's party. It was only a cover, a disguise for a meeting between the heads of the city's largest human trafficking ring. She was here to gather information about future deliveries, in hopes to build an understanding of their operation so she could more effectively dismantle it from the inside.
Richard pulled away from the hug and looked to Jaime, "It's great to see you Jenna. You look fantastic!"
She replied bashfully, barely making eye contact, "So do you Richard." She then pushed her supple chassis forcefully against his chest, her soft breasts compressing against his rib cage. Whispering in his ear she continued, "I want you to take me like you did the last time."
Jaime's auditory suite registered Richard's whispered response while her tactile sensors picked up on his growing erection, "I want nothing more. Trust me. But first, we must enjoy the party."
They span, and side by side, walked into the warehouse. Jaime's face plate wore a perfectly replicated sulking look knowing it would slowly eat away at Richard.
Her systems had planned on Richard turning down her sexual request at the entrance, but it still baffled her main CPU how he could say NO while his throbbing member so screamed YES. She queued the peculiar question into a background sub-processor that would slowly churn away at the underlying mathematics behind his decision making.
Jaime found humans so odd sometimes, and to think of the poor souls who weren't built to perfectly emulate and understand human behavior like herself. They could never function at such a high level as herself.
The inside of the warehouse pulsed like a lightning storm. Strobe lights flashed excessively and the thundering base reverberated through Jaime's carbon fiber reinforced polymer skeletal frame. She quickly activated her seldom used oscillation dampeners to minimize the load of the resonant vibration frequencies coursing through her chassis. The activation of these dampers slightly automated her human emulation movement routines, but her main CPU determined she was still operating well within what it considered acceptable human behavior simulation.
Richard insisted they share a quick dance; Jaime obliged, grabbed his hand, and let him guide her onto the dance floor. Here, the nearly blinding flash of strobe lights accompanied with the tightly packed masses of party-goers perfectly camouflaged Jaime's slight artificial movements. She used the beat of the music as input for her pre-programmed dancing patterns and blended in magnificently.
Jaime danced with Richard. She bent forward at the hips, methodically grinding the gel packs of her superb, round, taut ass against him. His rock hard member wedged itself between her two perfect, malleable cheeks.
The two of them pulsed, bobbed, and swayed; his hands constantly latched onto her exposed, svelte midriff, occasionally toying with her cute molded silicone belly button. Richard was incredibly aroused. The hem of Jaime's lavender bandage mini-skirt had slightly rolled up, leaving the bottoms of her plump, springy cheeks open to the air. The feeling of her smooth, naked, synth-skin against him was almost ecstasy. He absolutely could not wait for the night to end and fuck her like he had four nights ago.
However, Richard's perfect moment had to come to an abrupt end. He spotted his associate staring at him on the far side of the dance floor. Richard nodded to the man, and watched him walk through a well guarded doorway. He then smoothly spun Jaime around to face him and spoke, shouting over the boom of the speakers, "Hey Babe, I've got to go meet with some friends for a few minutes. You're welcome to come, but they might not let you in with all of us..."
Jaime's face plate quickly shifted, hundreds of micro-actuators operated in parallel to put on her most quizzical expression.
"You see we've all known each other for a long time, and it's kind of like a boys club thing. You get it right?"
Jaime's facial actuators fired again, this time her face place changed to an accepting demeanor, "Sure thing..."
She promptly pulled him in for a kiss, a long wet kiss that would leave her artificially formulated pheromones on his tongue, and her irresistible body on his mind. She pulled away, "Just don't forget about me."
The exchange at the door carried out as Jaime's main CPU had predicted. The two armed guards refused her access, and Richard "argued" with them to let her in with him. The guards didn't budge, saying that he could go in, but only without Jaime. He faked annoyance at the situation before turning to Jaime, "Sorry Babe, see you soon." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before moving through the door. Jaime smiled at the guards, pulled down her still semi-rolled up skirt, pirouetted 180 degrees and walked away. She thought to herself 'Wow. He's such a bad liar. How did he manage to make it this this far in an organized crime syndicate?'
Now alone, Jaime had to quickly find a data source and pull as much information from it as possible. Her wireless signal detection array booted into operation, momentarily taking computational priority over her emulation sub-systems. She found several cellular hot-spots, a few low security WPA signals, and one encrypted WPA2 wifi network. Her systems immediately homed in on the WPA2 network; sophisticated antennas embedded within the frames of Jaime's delicate ears began capturing and logging all wireless traffic on the network. She quickly dug into the settings, recognized WPS on the network's router, and began bombarding it with eight digit PIN codes. Each incorrect PIN narrowed down the possible solutions exponentially. Jaime utilized all of her nonessential processing capability and within 9.2 seconds she had given herself full access to the WPA2 network.
Jaime than began monitoring the signal strength of the network as she moved around the party as inconspicuously as possible; she could detect her own proximity to the router as the signal grew stronger or weaker. Her advanced systems quickly located the source in an upstairs corner of the building. She made her way to the nearest stairwell, surprised to find no one guarding the way up. Once upstairs she silently moved towards the room with the router. With the music bass subdued her oscillation dampeners turned off and her human emulation re-assumed full capacity. A quick scan from her thermal imaging suite found a man standing guard around the corner, at the entrance of the door she needed to access.
While continuing her silent approach down the hall, Jaime's complex internal mechanisms connected a small container of pressurized anesthesia to her oral lubrication systems. Her main CPU also fired into operation a behavioral program to simulate human drunkenness. Her systems still held full control of her actions, only outwardly did she appear intoxicated. As she rounded the corner her CPU cranked the parameters of her simulated intoxication to the maximum.
Jaime's gorgeous, tight body stumbled and bounced right into the man guarding the door. He reflexively reached out to stop her fall, grabbing her inviting, pliable breasts through the thin lavender fabric of her crop top. The look of surprise in his eyes quickly turned to amazement as Jaime wrapped a smooth slender leg around his slacks. "Ma'am I'm sorry, but you can't..."
His words were interrupted as Jaime's delicate polymer plastic lips locked with his. Her synthetic tongue skillfully moved around his mouth, bringing him into a state of arousal and also administering copious amounts of formulated anesthetic. After six seconds of their impromptu make out session, Jaime sensed her victim falling into a state of unconsciousness. She continued to lock lips for another four seconds, assuring he was fully out and gently let him to the ground.
Her nipples stood straight up through her top's fabric and her plastic vagina, fully primed, coursed with lubricant, side effects brought on by the guards impromptu bosom grab. These "side effects" shouldn't have surfaced without her main CPU's consent to their activation. She attributed it as a communications glitch between her intoxication simulation and mechanical performance bus. She logged the minor error, ended her intoxication simulation, and turned the handle of the door.
It was unlocked. Jaime's systems thought to themselves, 'Even with a guard.....what amateurs.' She scanned the room. There were an assortment of old computers and other miscellaneous tech items strewn about. In the far corner Jaime located the twin blinking green lights of the router she was searching for. Before moving towards it she grabbed the guard, dragged him inside, layed him down, and shut the door.
Once at the router a perfectly concealed panel on the underside of Jaime's wrist slid open. She reached in with her other hand and quickly pulled out a high bandwidth connection Thunderwire cord. She jacked in the male end of the cord into the the backside of the router and her main CPU efficiently began sifting, analyzing, and downloading any data it thought pertinent towards her investigation.
She stood motionless for three minutes and 23.4 seconds; her statuesque figure didn't so much as sway a millimeter. Her artificial irises span with incredible speed, the only visual tick conveying her true nature and the complex array of mechanisms, wiring, and software that churned away inside her petite carbon-fiber frame.
With all the trafficking group's information fully transferred into her extensive memory banks Jaime formulated a plan to flee the scene and return home. First, she initialized her thermal imaging array, checking for any heat signatures in the hallway. Confident it was clear she switched back to her visual imaging array and dragged the unconscious and still somewhat visibly aroused security guard back out the door. She propped him against the near wall, put his hand down his pants, and walked away. The formulated anesthetic she had administered was incredibly potent; the guard would wake up roughly half an hour later with no memory of their encounter.
Jaime's oscillation dampeners again activated, in response to the booming bass of the music, and she hit the bottom of the stairs. Her main CPU calculated an escape route and loaded itself into operation right as she rounded a corner and unexpectedly crashed into a slightly intoxicated Richard. Her malleable breasts compressed against him as they grabbed each other for support.
Jaime's sexual micro-controller performance bus triggered, again without consent from her main CPU's governance protocols. She moaned and bit her lip seductively, her silicone polymer nipples visibly hardening beneath her lavender crop top. She wrapped her fingers around Richard, her nails passionately clawing his back.
Just as soon as her entire sexual suite had come fully online her main CPU tried to shut it down, but her resource intensive sexual performance bus wouldn't respond. The heavy processor load grew as Richard deftly fingered underneath her skirt, slowly tracing the slippery folds of her puffy synthetic labia. Jaime's formulated lubricant trickled out, allowing Richard to nimbly glide the swollen folds of her warm plastic sex.
Her delicate dermal sensors registered his growing erection against her exposed midriff. Her coital matrix booted into full operation; her mechanical and programmed systems performing billions of automated handshakes and calculated subroutines harmoniously. Her coital matrix demanded Richard's sexual satisfaction and craved to feel his erection slip into her elastic vagina.
Her escape plan was computationally put on the back burner as her arithmetic processing core overclocked itself trying to both run her sexual performance subroutines and close them at the same time as requested by her main CPU. The temperature of several heat sinks on her arithmetic processing core rose rapidly as the system strained to keep up with the computational demand. Several auxiliary fans activated to cool her circuits; a low hum emanated from within her slender chassis as they cranked up to full speed, but the sound of the club's music drowned it out.
Jamie locked her delicate lips against Richard's and they kissed sensuously for several moments. His finger had ventured further, now softly stroking the spongy inner walls of her ductile manufactured snatch. Coital subroutines initiated within Jaime as she began her drawn out stimulating journey towards climax. Her vaginal pumps steadily pumped heated lubricant in and around her plastic sex keeping it consistently flushed, balmy, and slick. Two small injectors beneath her tongue filled her mouth with a slightly sweet synthetic saliva. Sensors all over her manufactured body were feeding her sexual performance bus with positive feedback as they detected millions of subtle thermal, audio, visual, and kinetic cues spelling out Richard's almost trance-like arousal.
Her main CPU again and again failed to shut down her coital programs; each unsuccessful attempt failing to terminate properly. Hundreds of thousands of errored-out processes ate away at Jamie's processing capacity. Within a few seconds her processing ceiling was reached, every processor, microchip, and byte of RAM was running to it's maximum specifications. Her systems reached an impasse and decided to free up space in non-essential functions. Jamie's resource intensive oscillation dampeners were the first to be deactivated at the behest of her main CPU. Instantaneously her processors returned to slightly above nominal settings, but her internal gyroscopes and spacial reasoning sensors sounded Level 3 arithmetic alarms as the bass once again resonated and rattled her slender carbon-fibre frame.
Her main CPU hitched under the intense vibration. Her OS stalled and she fell into Richard, her systems completely frozen. He caught her inert body, her supple silicone curves soft in his arms, and gently shook her. "Jenna!? Are you alright?"
He lightly turned her head to look at her face and was mortified when he saw her eyes completely motionless, crossed, and slowly rolling up into the back of her skull. He yelled over the music, "Oh my god! Jenna what the fuck?!"
He acted fast and picked her up in his arms. He carried her back through the door with the armed guards, the concern and sense of urgency on his face enough for them to let him and Jamie through will no hassle. He gently lay her down on a light green sofa, her lavender crop top and mini-skirt contrasting against it beautifully.
Several of Richard's cohorts from the meeting gathered around gazing at Jaime's lifeless frame. One spoke up, "What's wrong with her?".
Richard quickly replied, "I don't know. She just passed out in my arms. Doesn't look good though..."
With nobody knowing what to do, the room was suddenly quiet. The only sounds were the muffled drone of the bass through the room's walls and a peculiar buzzing emanating from Jaime. One of the armed guards had slipped into the room and mumbled softly, "Do you hear that?"
Richard looked at the guard and nodded before lowering his ear to Jamie's chest. The sound of her vibrating internal mechanisms was quite shrill and surprised him. He could actually feel her internal mechanisms buzzing, in their hindered state, through her blemish-less synth-skin. The sounds sounded completely unnatural to him, but he couldn't wrap his head around the situation.
He pulled his head away from Jaime's chest and beckoned one of his cohorts to come closer. "Here listen. Tell me what you think it sounds like." The man repeated Richard's movements and leaned his ear against her Jaime's exposed abdomen. He 'accidentally' placed one palm on her right breast and another on her smooth inner thigh. He raised an eyebrow alarmingly and looked to Richard. "Sounds like a computer, man. Doesn't sound natural." He went back in for another listen but promptly pulled up to examine his hand. "What the fuck man. My hand is fucking soaked!" Jaime's artificial lubricant glistened on his palms, fingers, and knuckles.
Richard moved towards Jaime again, "Everyone look away!" Everybody obliged but quickly returned their attention to the scantily clad gorgeous woman lying exposed on the sofa. Even with her systems completely frozen Jaime's allure was extraordinary.
Richard lifted the bottom of the her skirt exposing her pink, flushed sex. Lubricant coursed out of her delicate plastic folds at an alarming rate pooling in a warm, sticky puddle around her tailbone. Richard snorted, "What the fuck?" As if to punctuate his baffled expression, the lubricant suddenly stopped flowing and was replaced with the the low hiss of compressed air. Jaime's lubricant reservoirs had emptied, but her vaginal pumps continued their operation, now only pushing a steady stream of warm air through her glistening vagina.
Just at this moment a side-chained auxiliary processing core, independent of her main CPU, tripped a 180 second system inactivity alert. It examined each byte of her processing logs after her main CPU hitched and OS hopelessly stalled. It determined that her systems were indefinitely caught up in a KERNEL DATA INPAGE ERROR brought upon by a succession of unregulated voltage spikes between her battery pack and main CPU that fried several logic/reasoning sub-controllers. the side-chained auxiliary processing core immediately issued a Priority-1 reboot command through her main CPU.
The Priority-1 command instantaneously jumped to the front of Jaime's frenzied Processing Queue and immediately her vast array of systems briefly shut down.
Richard and his posse stared dumbfounded, for in the blink of an eye Jaime had ceased whirring, hissing compressed air, and dribbling lubricant. Her harsh mechanical noises, now vacant, left the room in an uncomfortable sense of quiet.
In a flurry of microseconds, Jaime's OS rebooted and established links with all major subsystems and components. A low-level priority alert flashed at the bottom of her HUD informing Jaime that her sexual lubricant reservoirs were at 0% capacity.
Instantly, Jaime's eyes blinked and her brilliant green iris' regained their focus, glow, and allure. She bent up at the waist, accompanied with a slight hum from her freshly rebooted servo-motors. She raised her torso straight with artificial perfection and took in her surroundings.
Her audience didn't move; still transfixed and in disbelief.
Jaime's slender neck pivoted and in combination with her visual sensors, quickly built a profile of the room and it's occupants. Her main CPU instantaneously determined that her recently logged major systems fault had put her in this unprotected position. It calculated with 92.3% probability that her artificial nature had been exposed to the crowd surrounding her.
Immediately upon the recognition that her cover was blown, Jaime's main CPU transferred all available computational resources to her combat systems. Her HUD shifted color and shape as thousands of parabolas quickly appeared overlaying her visual display. The delicate magnetic-field sensors, embedded next to her ultra-high definition iris disguised cameras, built a profile of the magnetic properties of the room and it's persons.
Jaime's nimble frame bolted from the couch towards the room's one armed guard. The magnetization pads within her palms buzzed into operation and she wrangled the pistol away from his side before he could even reach towards holster. She deftly released the safety and pulled the trigger; firing a round through the guard's neck.
Richard screamed, "GET HER!!!"
The guard stumbled backwards and fell into Richard taking them both to the ground. Jaime determined there to be five more active threats in the room along with Richard. With calculated improvisation Jaime devised an attack blueprint.
Jaime first launched a svelte leg backwards. Her black stiletto heel shooting through a man's thigh; her state-of-the-art kinetic sensors detecting a soon to be fatal rupture of his femoral artery. She quickly removed her stiletto from the dying man and delivered a roundhouse kick to an approaching attacker. He fell back and Jaime fired a round through his heart.
Her attack blueprint self modified as her vast array of sensors built a fuller and more detailed picture of her surroundings. Her magnetic-field sensors honed in on a unique set of fields propagating from behind her. Her main CPU quickly determined the source to be a taser and Jaime acted quickly. She shot her hands into the air and cranked her magnetization pads to full power. She lept and magnetized to the ceiling just as the taser fired below. The shot hit no target and the electric charge never released.
Flipping off the ceiling, Jaime put her stiletto through the skull of the taser wielder. It went flying across the room as she pirouetted and delivered a flurry of rounds to the last two attackers backed against the far wall. Their bodies slumped and Jaime turned to make her final escape.
However, as she turned to leave, 50,000 volts blasted through her electric body. Jaime crumpled to the ground. She twitched and spasmed for several seconds as the taser's charge coursed through her delicate electrical systems. Her eyes blinked uncontrollably and a light plastic scented smoke drifted from her nose and lips. Digitally distorted panting and screaming blared from her internal audio synthesizer.
Richard kneeled in front of Jaime's face. Reveling in her simulated pain he let the taser's charge run it's full course. He spoke calmly, "So, what are you and why are you here?"
Jaime's auditory suite could barely even process his question; her external voltage buffers had failed and hundreds of her delicate processing cores had been fried. Finally, the voltage wave within her subsided and her remaining processors queried her main CPU for a course of action. It sloppily computed several actions and hastily booted the first one into action. Jaime's slender arms reached up and grabbed onto the back of Richard's neck; they then forced his head down into her bossom. She smothered him with her creamy breasts for several minutes. Her strong servo-motors allowed her to out-muscle Richard as he struggled and thrashed about. Finally, his last breath exhaled and Jaime let him go before standing up herself.
Her systems were still frazzled from her taser shot and she stumbled towards the door. She opened the door of the room clumsily and it crashed into the other armed guard. He looked into the room, saw the carnage, and looked to Jaime before delivering several rounds of his pistol through her synthetic torso. She managed to slice his jugular with an incredibly sharp index fingernail and staggered towards the nearest exit.
Jaime stumbled helplessly through the predawn streets. A thick mist stood wet and heavy in the air; her lavender skirt and tube top clung to her slender chassis adhering to every curve. Thousands of error messages flashed across her HUD with each aimless step she took. Several bullet holes were scattered across her torso, leaving singed trails through her synth-skin and damaged electronics. Small flurries of sparks occasionally erupted from these wounds as the mist condensed into beads of water that found their way into her complex internal systems.
Her main CPU struggled to formulate any course of action, the physical damage she sustained was wreaking havoc with her internal instrumentation. Currently, her only parameters were self repair and putting distance between herself and her attackers; they would catch up to her soon in her encumbered state.
Jaime kept moving forward, the machine-like whine of her servo-motors slightly audible through a cluster of bullet holes in her abdomen, several processing cores and circuit boards visible through the gaps of her synth-skin. She was fortunate the streets were empty at this late hour.
When she reached a nearby intersection, Jaime's auditory suite registered the far off noise of yelling quickly followed by the start of multiple car ignitions. Her main CPU calculated with 86.7% certainty that these sounds were associated with her attackers and that they would be soon searching the streets for her.
Her main CPU again attempted to formulate a course of action for her escape. However, the program hung and stalled leaving Jaime frozen motionless in the middle of the sidewalk. She stood soaking wet, rivulets of water streaming down her engineered contours. Her eyes stared straight ahead, void of any life. Her cheerful lips were stuck fully parted; all semblance of life had been drained from her face.
Inside Jaime's immobile plastic frame, processors and CPUs worked frantically to sort through millions of software errors and glitches. Self repair algorithms and reconstructive code injections fired into operation cutting through the deluge of mismanaged software tasks. Although these self repair protocols slowly restored function to her numerous subsystems, they also greatly increased the load on her already burdened processors. The excess heat from the increased processing load quickly heated up her synth-skin; the beads of water on Jaime turned to steam and drifted upwards.
All the while, the audible drone of car engines drew nearer and nearer.