IS4B3LL4 M84U – Truck Lot Bot

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Chapter 1: READYING…

“Come on you sturdy ‘ol Bucket ‘o Bolts! Sun’s down. It’s time you got moving.”

Isabella’s audio receptors decoded Jack’s blunt request and immediately executed several subroutines to bring her systems out of hibernation.

Before she could even reach for the charging cable snaking out from the small port nestled just above her tailbone, Jack reached behind her maintenance chair and ripped it out. She shook violently for several seconds as her Power Management software was fed erroneous data from the imprudent removal of her power cord.

Her buoyant artificial breasts jiggled fervently as she shook.

Jack grinned a knowing smile.

As abruptly as it had begun, Isabella’s spasming ceased. Her head turned to face Jack.

“Improper removal of charging device detected. Repeated instances of this error could result in total device failure of your AVANT IS4B3LLA_M84U Companion Model – Premier Series. Repeated instances of this error could result in serious bodily harm to the user. AVANT ROBOTICS is not responsible for mmphhhh…”

Jack stifled Isabella’s speech with a rough hand over her sultry lips. “As if I haven’t heard you say that enough times by now! You’ll be fine Ol’ Reliable! Nobody knows your systems as well as I do!”

He gripped her shoulder with forceful familiarity. His fingers dug in hard against the half dozen layers of silicone, gel, foam, and plastic that made up her strikingly lifelike dermal covering. His fingers found her carbon-fiber composite equivalent of a collarbone and grabbed on to it tight, yanking her into a sitting position.

Isabella’s eyes opened bright and wide. Darting back and forth with superhuman speed they quickly built a 3D model of her surroundings. The 3D model was immediately compared against 1,253 spatial imprints saved within her vast memory banks and quickly matched against an existing imprint, _jacks_oasis_charging_ she knew very well who would be utilizing her “services” that night. Although she wasn’t programmed with the ability to have favorite customers, something about this specific recurring buyer, Buyer_422, really made her circuits heat up.

Her appearance settings for the night, also customized online by the buyer, were next to load through her Main Processing Array.

Instantly, her breasts began expanding, shifting up from a sporty B cup to a buoyant C cup in 2.9 seconds. Her bubbly cleavage seemed to defy gravity whilst still looking youthfully natural.

The rest of her appearance settings remained at their default settings, just how the buyer liked them. However, hair color was left unselected. Isabella smiled at the idea of being given the opportunity to surprise him with her own selection.

She sashayed over to the wig station, shared between herself and the other five sexbots that worked the truck stop. Her smooth slender legs moved provocatively with each step she took.

Isabella’s head pivoted back and forth, carefully cataloging each wig and comparing it against her buyer’s preferences. Her Main Processing Array quickly executed a complex PREFERENCE formula, with hundreds of specified inputs, it calculated with a 72% confidence interval aksaray escort that her buyer would most enjoy her that night in a messy pink bob.

She picked up the hair-piece with her left hand while reaching up with her right to remove her current shoulder-length blonde wig. With a few soft clicks, Isabella skillfully swapped in the pink hair-piece. Microscopic electromagnets under her scalp synched up with those built into the wig with harmony, discreetly locking the hair-piece in place.

Isabella beamed a friendly smile at her reflection. She was happy with her selection. Her new pink locks neatly framed her face, extending just past her artificial cheek bones.

From across the room, Jack found himself transfixed with the perfect roundness of her ass. Combined with her creamy ultra-smooth skin, he recognized that Isabella truly was a sight to behold.

He swiftly walked across the room.

Isabella hitched up as she processed Jack’s request while simultaneously analyzing a flurry of unexpected sensory data that her system quickly identified as his hand exploring her exposed backside.

He grabbed both of her cheeks with an urgency that surprised even himself. He savored the feeling of her plush pear shaped bottom in his clutches.

“Well I’ll say Isabella! You still feel like you did fresh out of your box two years ago.”

Isabella smiled knowingly, and fought against several prompts to activate her sex-ware.

“If you would like to engage in sexual activity, please remove Buyer_422 as this unit’s current target profile. Unless specifically requested, multiple target profiles can create instability in this unit’s Human Emulation indexing matrix.”

“Negative, Isabella. Just wanted to give you a quick feel before sending you out there.” He moved his hand forwards, gliding his finger across the lips of her puffy artificial sex. “Please continue readying yourself for tonight.”

Isabella stutteringly stepped forward as the lingering tactile input of Jack’s fingers stroking her plastic pussy was purged from her RAM’s memory cache.

“How are we getting dressed up for your big fan?! I skimmed over that part when I approved his order earlier.”

Isabella answered Jack’s question indirectly by pulling out several articles of clothing from the wardrobe built underneath the bank of hair pieces. First, she squeezed a tight black crop-top over her head; the deep V-shaped collar elegantly exposed the inner curves of her inviting cleavage.

She turned to face Jack and blinked her eyes several times. “You just referred to Buyer_422 as my big fan. Can you please elaborate on this?”

Jack chuckled, “Well, this is what…his 14th visit to specifically see YOU in the last two months, correct? There’s no cargo route that would have him coming around that frequently, so I’m guessing he manually adjusts his delivery routes to come through here and see you.”

“Interesting.” Isabella stared forward vacantly as her advanced software worked to unpack meaning from Jack’s statement. She logged a slight increase in the operating temperature of her artificial sex as previous interactions with Buyer_422 were amasya escort run as simulations through her coital matrix. She felt her nipples stiffen behind her tight black top.

Smiling coyly, Isabella bent over seductively and grabbed a pink miniskirt. “This is actually Buyer_422’s 16th scheduling of my services in the past two months.” She pulled the short skirt up her legs, securing the elastic waistband just below her navel. It matched the color of her hair perfectly.

Jack found himself staring. “Well I can’t say I blame him…No underwear?”

Isabella smiled mischievously, “He prefers me without them.”

Displaying her superhuman flexibility, she then slipped into a pair of shiny black vinyl thigh-highs one leg at a time. Stiletto high-heels were built into the alluring garments and Isabella’s spatial awareness processing bus had to quickly adjust itself to account for the additional 3 inches of vertical height.

Jack nodded, “Well as long as his credit chit is green and he keeps treating you gently, he’ll be welcome back again and again.”

Isabella scoffed internally with amusement. Buyer_422 treated her anything but gently. In fact, her consistent and reliable operation with him was nothing more than a sheer testament to the stupendous engineering behind her chassis and software design.

Putting the digital facsimile of the idea aside, she logged her outfit as complete and took several long strides over to the makeup application booth.

With ultra-precise motorized movements, Isabella quickly applied a bit of eyeshadow and eyeliner before using the last remnants of a canister of silicone concealer on her left elbow’s exposed seam.

Satisfied that she had completed the makeup application process successfully, Isabella’s Main CPU switched her operational status from READYING to ACTIVE. She pirouetted away from the makeup booth and began walking towards the maintenance he was all too familiar with the contents and delivery of her message. Without looking up from his work, he replied. “Yes, continue.”

Isabella blinked her bright eyes in quick succession, as she processed the command, before pulling the door shut behind her and strutting out into the rain.

The drops were heavy and unrelenting. Within a dozen steps or so, Isabella was fully soaked. Rivulets of water streamed in bead-like patterns off of her luminous pink hairpiece. The sodden black crop top suctioned against the tight curves of her body allowing her plastic nipples to visibly poke through the fabric.

With the buyer’s parking bay location programmed into Isabella’s Navigation and Movement subsystem, she was able to utilize her advanced GPS to navigate towards him even in the low visibility brought upon by the torrential downpour of rain.

Jack’s Oasis was sprawling, allowing hundreds of truckers the real estate to simultaneously set up their portable solar charging farms when fuel deliveries were cyclically halted at the whim of international politics.

After walking for just over a half kilometer, Isabella’s reliance on her GPS had only increased as her visual receptors struggled to discern 3D-interpolated renderings antalya escort of her immediate path forward due to the continued onslaught of the driving rain. The processors that operated her sensory array were quickly working themselves into a frenzy.

The increase in the array’s required computations per nanosecond eventually triggered a safeguard which signaled her powerful Main CPU for immediate analysis of the situation. Utilizing algorithmic subroutines formulated by hyper-advanced machine-learning artificial intelligences, Isabella’s Main CPU was quickly able to take in all relevant data and generate and deliver a subsequent software hot-fix.

Her Visual & Spatial Reasoning subsystem immediately processed the hot-fix and activated a side-chained set of executables that turned on her oft-used LIDAR receptors in conjunction with her frequently used infrared sensory bus.

The workaround was ingenious, and with a noticeable increase in her volatile memory’s usage, the switch was made. Unfortunately, it came a moment too late.

Isabella’s right leather boot plunged downwards into a flooded pothole. Obscured in shadow and a sheen of oily water, Isabella’s visual receptors had mistakenly identified the hazard as a smooth patch of asphalt.

She stumbled forwards as the advanced gyroscopes of her Navigation and Movement subsystem scrambled to remedy the situation. Just as they completed a near-instant analysis of her center-of-gravity’s momentum vector and sent out reactive instructions to her motor system, her boot’s skinny heel lodged itself within a narrow crack at the edge of the pothole.

Actuators all around her body fired under their new guidance. However, the newly introduced variable, that was her unmoving right heel, caused the response to fail spectacularly. Isabella’s torso and arms jerked and flailed randomly with rigid movements as her left leg tried to cycle through strained loudly against the wet asphalt.

4.5 seconds into her electromechanical spasm, her Navigation and Movement subsystem crashed under the deluge of erroneous feedback inputs and recursive logic loops. Her plastic heel sheared in half with a violent CRACK and she immediately crumpled to the ground in an awkward half-tuck. Her exposed abdomen absorbed most of the impact with a heavy THUNK as she crashed down onto the pot hole’s rough edge.

Her main processing array experienced a significant hiccup as hundreds of subsystems simultaneously filed urgent requests for additional processing capacity. Isabella found herself lying motionless on the cement for several moments, her right leg still awkwardly dangling in the pot-hole, before a software timeout failsafe finally triggered a full system reboot.

She shuddered for a moment as the reboot kicked in, sending a flurry of electric messenger signals to actuators and sub-processing cores all throughout her artificial body.

Her eyes closed briefly before again opening wide. Mimicking her startup procedure from earlier that night, they darted back and forth to generate a 3D model of her surroundings. Within 1.8 seconds she had the model correctly mapped against the last report from her location data log prior to her accident. This along with a newly established connection with the truck stop’s data-repeater, which re-baselined her internal chronometer down to the microsecond, allowed Isabella to confirm she hadn’t moved locations and that she had only been inoperable for a total of 43.6 seconds.

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