The Neoprene Demon

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.