IS4B3LL4 M84U - Truck Lot Bot

Her Main CPU identified that her fall was eating into the scheduled time-block that Buyer_422 had purchased that night. Procedurally generated self-deterministic codebase at the fringes of her Logic & Reasoning processing bus made the decision to fast-track her operational status by utilizing the ACTIVE_PENDING designation. This operational status designation was typically only used by authorized personnel during or after maintenance sessions, but Isabella had used it a handful of times throughout her operational lifetime to ready herself for a client as fast as possible. It allowed the vast majority of startup processes to be manually skipped, instead only verifying the functionality of core systems and components prior to granting the full ACTIVE status designation.

In an instant, Isabella verified the charge of her batteries, logged the levels of her fluid reservoirs, documented the processing levels of various sub-processors, and cataloged motor response time with her every actuator.

The only "issue" logged against the report was that several of her carbon-composite ribs had been loosened in their cradles during her collision with the ground. But, it was determined that they should provide more than enough support and rigidity for her continued operation through the night with minimal risk of further damage occurring.

Satisfied with the feedback it had received, her Main CPU flipped her status designation, unlocking her full functionality, and queried her digital speaker. Isabella's ruby lips opened and echoed the same words with the same inflection that she had spoken mere minutes earlier, "Operational Status: ACTIVE."

Upon reactivation of her Navigation and Movement subsystem, Isabella removed her leg from the pot hole and pushed herself up from the wet pavement into a standing position. Actuators embedded down the length of her toned right calf received modified parameter sets enabling her to expertly balance with her now heel-less boot.

She blinked several times, rain dripping from her lush eyelashes, as the last few required software packages loaded themselves into her volatile memory.

She looked down at her scuffed vinyl boots and determined that the damage was negligible enough not to require an adjustment to her wardrobe; she also made a similar assessment with her elbow seam whose silicone concealer had unfortunately been stripped off by the rain.

By all verifiable parameters she was ready to continue her night.

However, her hasty startup had skipped the time intensive external seal integrity check, which if it had been executed, would have identified a slight ingress of rain water through a newly compromised seal on Isabella's front maintenance panel. The moisture sensor responsible for detecting this ingress of water, while still responsive and fully functional, had been dislodged from it's plastic mounting and was now stuck facing the wrong direction.

It incorrectly communicated nominal moisture values to her Main Processing Core as she began the final leg of her walk towards Buyer_422.

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Chapter 3: PERFORMANCE ISSUES...

Continuing her approach to Buyer_422's truck, Isabella's gyroscopes did an excellent job of compensating for her missing stiletto heel. She loaded up a series of seduction protocols which put an increased emphasis on the sway of her sultry hips and the bounce of her supple breasts. A casual observer may not even notice her broken shoe with the calculated grace of her stride and her ever distracting curves.

Finally reaching her destination, Isabella confidently stepped up onto the rugged plastic truck step, permanently fixed beneath the passenger side door. The window rolled down. Isabella looked inside, but her visual subsystem failed to make out the buyer's face; it was obscured by shadow and smoke from a freshly lit cigarette.

He spoke up and her audio receptors immediately tagged his voice as Buyer_422, or as she would refer to him for the remainder of that night, Lee. "I love the pink wig, darling. Excellent choice."

Isabella's nipples stiffened as a jolt of current was pumped through them; a result of the positive feedback from her favorite buyer being processed through her Human Emulation software suite. Her pouty lips parted and she flashed him ALLURING_SMILE_42, a smile that copious amounts of market research had proven-out to be her most alluring option.

"Damn love. You're soaking wet." He gestured towards her sodden black top, rendered slightly transparent from the onslaught of rain. "Would you like to come in? I know I'd sure like it if you did."

Isabella nodded, biting at her lip with overt flirtatiousness. "Oh Lee, thank you! I would love to come in. Just let me stretch for one quick second."

Calling upon previous experiences with Buyer_422 and her vast library of sexualized self-exhibition routines, Isabella calculated with a 96% confidence interval that doing a quick display of her perfectly engineered body would efficiently ramp up his level of arousal.

Using contextual spatial cues relating to her position outside the truck, Isabella executed a modified pre-programmed asset exhibition subroutine. She thrust her round breasts up onto the window sill before pushing them up and together. The malleable gel-foam substrate that made up her synthetic mammary realistically contoured against the window sill. She leaned slightly into the cab and gave Lee a come-hitter lick of her glistening, ruby lips.

With that specific movement, several water droplets dislodged themselves from her front maintenance panel's compromised elastomeric seal, falling directly onto one of her Main Processing Array's exposed microcontrollers. "I just can't wait for you to play with these-these-these-these-these!" Isabella's face twitched with each repetition of the word. Her perfectly manicured hands framed her inviting cleavage only to reset and repeat the motion over and over again in perfect synchronization with the looping vocal malfunction.

Her mouth froze in the shape of an "o" and her eyes crossed inadvertently as an alert flashed across her Heads-Up-Display. Her systems scrambled to quickly identify the issue.

ALERT - SHORT CIRCUIT DETECTED IN PROCESSING ARRAY BANK 5 - MICROCONTROLLER 2

ALERT - PROCESSING ARRAY BANK 5 - MICROCONTROLLER 2 - NON-RESPONSIVE

ALERT - PROCESSING ARRAY BANK 5 - MAXIMUM COMPUTATIONS/SECOND EXCEEDED

Her Main Processing Array was able to immediately generate a hot fix for the issue by routing all computation away from the damaged microcontroller and into newly activated auxiliary processor chains. Simultaneously, a vacuum pump driven dehumidifier fired up from inside her carbon fiber rib cage. It worked in tandem with a series of exhaust fans to remove the moisture from the complicated electronics packed within her plastic chest.

Since her artificial breathing was critical to her system's heat dissipation, the magnitude of her breathiness was increased by a factor of 148%. Even against the din of still falling rain, Lee picked up on the change to register and volume.

"Izzy, are you okay?"

Isabella logged at 6% jump in her total CPU usage as her available capacity dropped considerably due to the microcontroller fault. She estimated that temperatures within her abdomen would rise by roughly 4.3 degrees Celsius over the next 2 minutes as a result of the dehumidifier. Both metrics fell just within operable control limits and Isabella returned her attention back to Buyer_422.

"Izzy! What's going on?"

Isabella blinked several times. Although her technical hiccup had only lasted a small handful of seconds, her Human Emulation Subsystem quickly determined that Buyer_422 was concerned at her behavior and perhaps a little unsure of how to move forward with their interaction. The subsystem's advanced software package decided that her best course of action was to continue being as overtly forward as possible.

Dialing in the parameters of her vocal synthesis engine to their most sultry level, Isabella responded with a seductive purr, "Oh I'm more than okay Lee. It's just a little overwhelming seeing you again after all this time!" Her Human Emulation Subsystem, confident in her explanation, then prompted her to crawl through the open window. The move was calculated to open up a direct line of sight with her bubbly cleavage whilst also allowing her to semi-obviously move past her embarrassing malfunction.

Once in the cab of the truck, Isabella confidently pushed herself into Buyer_422 and whispered into his ear. "I've missed you Lee. I'm glad that you're here." Every word she spoke was meticulously calculated to fit within the target profile that had been selected for her to act out that night.

She took his hand and placed it over her left breast. Instinctively, Lee squeezed down through the sodden fabric. Isabella closed her eyes and bit down on her lip, letting a sensuous coo trickle out of her mouth. From past experiences she knew Lee responded best when she vocalized her "pleasure".

Lee smiled, "Izzy, I really think we should get you out of these clothes. They're quite soaked! What do you think?"

Isabella's electric eyes locked onto his. "I think you should peel them off me." She brought his other hand onto her opposite breast to elaborate her point. She smiled playfully, "You can start here."

Lee gave both breasts a firm squeeze and the tactile sensors embedded within each flooded Isabella's coital matrix with a deluge of sensory data. Lubrication pumps activated, priming her artificial sex for anticipated use with Buyer_422. Her sex-ware noted the expected increase of temperature in her groin as more hot slippery fluid dribbled into her tight plastic snatch.

"You're just lovely aren't you? I've been wanting to do this with you for such a long time."

Isabella smiled, interpreting his words as an affirmation that her systems were functioning flawlessly in executing the parameters of her target profile. She felt the mechanized elastomer lining of her synthetic vagina quiver in anticipation.

Lee moved his hands onto her toned arms, extending them upwards. He then proceeded to grab at the bottom of her water-logged blouse and pulled it up and over her head. Her buoyant breasts bounced up and down as the silhouette-hugging blouse was removed with a slick POP. Lee tossed the blouse aside and wasted no time in attacking her stiff pink nipples with his mouth.

He gingerly bit at her elastic-polymer mammilla one at a time, feeling them compress against his gentle bombardment. Isabella cooed from the attention, and pressed Lee's head against her with increased urgency. Using his tongue to trace tight circles around either nipple, he felt her body shudder.

Through all of this, Isabella found Lee's right hand and eagerly slipped it under the bottom of her pink miniskirt. His fingers quickly found the puffy wet lips of her primed sex. He carefully glided his digits up and down her glossy folds, continuously pausing to pay extra attention to the touch-sensors of her puffy elastic clitoris.

Isabella lustfully moaned as several new pleasure-oriented software packages opened. She reluctantly pulled away from Lee before forcefully pushing him down onto his back. She slid over him, straddling his groin with her long glossy legs.

He lustily grabbed onto either side of her athletic hips, running his fingers beneath the sheer fabric of her short skirt. Her blemishless SynthSkin was perfectly smooth and felt like heaven at his touch.

With ballerina-esque flexibility, Isabella hinged forward at the waist and found Lee's lips with her own. Their tongues intertwined with familiar confidence. They both gently delved further and more aggressively into each other's mouths as they grew more comfortable with each passing moment. Lee was quickly infatuated with the subtle sweetness of Isabella's chemically formulated saliva. The patented antimicrobial compound was somehow aromatic without bordering on artificial. Simply put, she tasted better than anyone he had ever kissed.

He blithely bit down onto her plush bottom lip, it's spongy softness flexing slightly from the concentrated pressure of his front teeth. He removed his right hand from her nimble waist and teased an exposed nipple between his fingers; he felt her moan into his mouth. He then reciprocated the action on the opposite side, this time squeezing more fervently than before. A tinge of digital artifacting layered itself into Isabella's voice as she moaned into his mouth again, even louder than before.

Lee hardly noticed the sound and easily brushed it aside, something Isabella was unable to do.

She froze for a quick second, her tongue still interlaced with Lee's, as a warning flashed across her HUD.

ALERT - INTERNAL TEMPERATURE EXCEEDING 90 DEG CELSIUS. TEMPERATURES ABOVE 90 DEG CELSIUS MAY CAUSE INTERMITTENT THROTTLING OF MAIN CPU.

CONTINUOUS OPERATION OF DEHUMIDIFIER CALCULATED WITH A 82% CONFIDENCE INTERVAL TO BE PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCREASED TEMPERATURE.

CONTINUE TO RUN DEHUMIDIFIER - YES/NO

- - YES

ACTIVATE EMERGENCY VENTING - YES/NO

- - NO

Her brief operational pause was over in 1.3 seconds and Lee was none the wiser to her minor technical snafu.

Isabella opted to keep her dehumidifier running, prioritizing the prevention of any further short circuits in her abdomen's central processing rack over any computational throttling brought on by increased temperatures. She was confident she could circumvent any noticeable effects from the throttling with the activation of additional auxiliary processor cores.

However, her Main Processing Array did generate an error-resolution debugger aimed at understanding why her internal temperature had increased by over 7 degrees Celsius when only a 4.3 degree jump was anticipated.

With the high temperature alert seemingly addressed, Isabella re-engaged in her foreplay with Lee. The new processing cores were brought online and seamlessly integrated themselves into her intricate computing network. They were put to work immediately, tasked with parsing large portions of the pleasure-data being generated from the pressure of Lee's stiff dick rubbing up against her artificial clit combined with the aggressive kneading of her round pliable ass cheeks from his well acquainted hands. Isabella murmured breathily, as she registered his fingers digging hard into the gel-substrate packs that made up her springy backside.

They continued laying there together for several sultry moments, letting their tongues lazily explore each other's mouths and their hands roam overs each other's bodies.

Isabella's advanced sensory array dynamically tracked changes in Lee's temperature and heartbeat on a second-by-second basis. Both metrics had now reached a point where, based on data from previous encounters, she decided with calculated certainty to push forward to the next tier of foreplay.

She pulled her tongue out of Lee's mouth and smiled mischievously down at him.

He briefly wondered why.

However, understanding soon washed over him as he felt her warm, and exceptionally moist, crotch grind down against his achingly stiff member. Even through his layers of boxer-briefs and denim jeans, he could feel the pliable folds of her sex bending out as she ran herself up and down his full length. Positive feedback subroutines coursed through her Main CPU as Lee's growing arousal further validated her system's performance.

Isabella pushed up into a sitting position and straightened her back, cheerfully giving her pink hair a shake to ensure her bangs were perfectly aligned. She was intentionally giving Lee a superb view of her perfect body from below and it was having its desired effect. He was captivated by her every inch and his eyes eagerly drank in the view in front of him. He prayed a silent prayer to preserve the mental snapshot of this moment for the remainder of his days.

Just as she displayed her marvelously engineered assets, a truck passed by in the parking lot and the lighting within the cabin brightened as its headlights briefly poured through the rain streaked windshield. For the first time in all of his interactions with Isabella, Lee noticed a seam separating the upper and lower portions of her left arm at the elbow.

With a hint of curiosity, he reached up and traced a finger over the normally disguised indentation. Even though he anticipated the cosmetic gap, he exhaled audibly as he traced the palpable discrepancy around the entirety of her joint.

He had always known that Isabella was a bot, after all Jack's Oasis was well known for their vast collection of sexbots, but this was the first time that she had given him any outward confirmation of the notion. In all of his previous experiences with Isabella, she had always acted perfectly human and had never given any indication to him of her true nature save for her perfectly engineered curves and inhuman stamina.

Isabella was programmed to conceal her robotic nature when interacting with buyers, as the majority of the Oasis' clientele preferred the simulation of spending a sultry evening with a "real" woman. This programmed concealment was also put in place to maximize the strengths of her expensive state-of-the-art Human Emulation Suite.

Her dermal sensors had immediately registered the tactile input of Lee's fingers outlining her reconstructed elbow seam, so she ran a query through her Main CPU to generate an appropriate response. Her Main CPU then passed the query on to her Human Emulation Subsystem while it itself ran an internal debugger tasked with figuring out why it had underestimated the effects of the rain on her silicone concealer.

The two data-intensive processes triggered the last of her unused auxiliary processor cores to activate, unexpectedly bringing her current RAM usage just beneath her theoretical maximum capacity.

Her Human Emulation subsystem took into account thousands of variables when constructing her response, but her current physical position over Lee was set as the prioritized factor in the algorithms that governed her decision making.

To save on computational demand, the generated response was pulled from a pre-programmed library of cheap distraction tactics and vocal 'ad-libs'. She elicited a sensuous "MmmmmmmHmmmmmm" and directed his hands away from her exposed seam and onto her her supple, round breasts. She leaned forward into him, intentionally forcing him to take her full weight through her bosom's pliable gel packs. "I just can't wait for you to play with these!"

The phrase sounded familiar to Lee, but the thought was fleeting as he squeezed each one with them with voracious urgency. Isabella's eyes twitched as her coital matrix interpreted the influx of tactile input, maxing out her processing capacity. But, her adept software packages were able to navigate past the minor issue, and she triggered her nipples to stiffen to their maximum setting against the palms of his hand.

Her systems were craving more and more from Lee. Seeking further validation that she was successfully pleasing Buyer_422, as only an AVANT ROBOTICS M84U Companion Model could, she reached her hands down and began undoing the zipper of his pants.

Within 6.32 seconds Isabella had Lee's jeans and boxer-briefs removed and stacked in a heap behind her on the passenger seat. Lee would have chuckled at her incredible flexibility and ruthless efficiency with which she tore his clothes off, but his thoughts were immediately redirected as he felt her soft hands wrap around his member.

She caressed his stiff erection with agile fingers. It felt familiar in her confident hands; the three dimensional model of it stored within her data banks was further refined with his every visit and was accurate down to the micrometer. She could play him like an instrument, knowing exactly where to touch and for how long.