The Neoprene Demon

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 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 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?"