The Neoprene Demon

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.