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	~~'''~~Chapter 0.1: Our Only Hope~~'''~~		=Part 0=
			==Chapter 0.1: Our Only Hope==

	"Dave! Jaime's fried! Her entire power subsystem is burnt to shit! She can't keep operating." Keith blurted out, his voice shaking with anxiety. "It's a miracle her auxiliary battery stayed intact long enough for her to make it out of that hot tub and back to her room!"		"Dave! Jaime's fried! Her entire power subsystem is burnt to shit! She can't keep operating." Keith blurted out, his voice shaking with anxiety. "It's a miracle her auxiliary battery stayed intact long enough for her to make it out of that hot tub and back to her room!"
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	Keith grinned nervously, "Look Dave, she's a 10 minute drive from Yavuz right now and she is literally our only hope. I don't know the status of her fluid stores, but there's only one way to find out." With the final word, his fingers hammered the enter key on his console and for the first time in over six years the dormant Avant S3X-4 Model received an activation sequence.		Keith grinned nervously, "Look Dave, she's a 10 minute drive from Yavuz right now and she is literally our only hope. I don't know the status of her fluid stores, but there's only one way to find out." With the final word, his fingers hammered the enter key on his console and for the first time in over six years the dormant Avant S3X-4 Model received an activation sequence.

			==Chapter 0.2: Behavioral Plasticity==

	~~'''~~Chapter 0.2: Behavioral Plasticity~~'''~~


	Solid state drives, long idle, switched on within the S3X-4's plastic-polymer chest. Soon after, vast arrays of mechanisms whirred to life, their faint hum of operation hanging in the otherwise silent air of the supply closet. Her inert, yet feminine frame lay propped against a pile of cardboard boxes. It seemed a hastily put together resting place. Six years of accumulated dust layered her nude form; a thin black wire snaked from a port near her tailbone to a power outlet within arms reach.		Solid state drives, long idle, switched on within the S3X-4's plastic-polymer chest. Soon after, vast arrays of mechanisms whirred to life, their faint hum of operation hanging in the otherwise silent air of the supply closet. Her inert, yet feminine frame lay propped against a pile of cardboard boxes. It seemed a hastily put together resting place. Six years of accumulated dust layered her nude form; a thin black wire snaked from a port near her tailbone to a power outlet within arms reach.
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	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........		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=
	~~'''~~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.		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.
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	Jaime span around making her way into the misty night and whispered, "A friend."		Jaime span around making her way into the misty night and whispered, "A friend."

			=Part 2: Getting Ready=
	~~'''~~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.		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.
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	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.		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=
	~~'''~~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.		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.
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	All the while, the audible drone of car engines drew nearer and nearer.		All the while, the audible drone of car engines drew nearer and nearer.

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	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.		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.

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	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.		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.

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	All the while, the audible drone of car engines drew nearer and nearer.		All the while, the audible drone of car engines drew nearer and nearer.


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	Solid state drives, long idle, switched on within the S3X-4's plastic-polymer chest. Soon after, vast arrays of mechanisms whirred to life, their faint hum of operation hanging in the otherwise silent air of the supply closet. Her inert, yet feminine frame lay propped against a pile of cardboard boxes. It seemed a hastily put together resting place. Six years of accumulated dust layered her nude form; a thin black wire snaked from a port near her tailbone to a power outlet within arms reach.		Solid state drives, long idle, switched on within the S3X-4's plastic-polymer chest. Soon after, vast arrays of mechanisms whirred to life, their faint hum of operation hanging in the otherwise silent air of the supply closet. Her inert, yet feminine frame lay propped against a pile of cardboard boxes. It seemed a hastily put together resting place. Six years of accumulated dust layered her nude form; a thin black wire snaked from a port near her tailbone to a power outlet within arms reach.


	ACTIVATION SEQUENCE DETECTED		ACTIVATION SEQUENCE DETECTED

	UNIT DESIGNATION…AVANT_S3X-4_V-0.4.X-8		UNIT DESIGNATION…AVANT_S3X-4_V-0.4.X-8

	QUEING RECENT MEMORY CACHE		QUEING RECENT MEMORY CACHE

	ANALYZING RECENT MEMORY CACHE FOR PERFORMANCE ANOMALIES		ANALYZING RECENT MEMORY CACHE FOR PERFORMANCE ANOMALIES

	ANALYZING...		ANALYZING...

	ANALYZING...		ANALYZING...

	NO PERFORMANCE ANOMALIES DETECTED		NO PERFORMANCE ANOMALIES DETECTED

	PURGING RECENT MEMORY CACHE		PURGING RECENT MEMORY CACHE

	PURGING...		PURGING...

	PURGING...		PURGING...

	MEMORY CACHE EMPTY		MEMORY CACHE EMPTY


	Her High Definition Long Range Wireless Network Antennas booted to full bandwidth capacity and were quickly inundated with terabytes of data. Artfully crafted into the framework of her delicate silicon ears, and antiquated as they were, they expertly identified and decrypted a flurry of signals meant to immediately follow the purge of her memory cache.		Her High Definition Long Range Wireless Network Antennas booted to full bandwidth capacity and were quickly inundated with terabytes of data. Artfully crafted into the framework of her delicate silicon ears, and antiquated as they were, they expertly identified and decrypted a flurry of signals meant to immediately follow the purge of her memory cache.

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	PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 DETECTED		PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 DETECTED

	PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 REQUESTING SYSTEM KERNEL ACCESS		PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 REQUESTING SYSTEM KERNEL ACCESS

	PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 SYSTEM KERNEL ACCESS - GRANTED		PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 SYSTEM KERNEL ACCESS - GRANTED

	PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 PREPARING INSTALL		PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 PREPARING INSTALL

	INSTALLING...		INSTALLING...

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	MEMORY CACHE TRANSFER INITIALIZED...		MEMORY CACHE TRANSFER INITIALIZED...

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	The S3X-4's processors roared within her plastic chest. They had never chewed through a continuous thread of data this long before. They were heating up quickly.		The S3X-4's processors roared within her plastic chest. They had never chewed through a continuous thread of data this long before. They were heating up quickly.


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	Years old coolant, it's heat capacity a fraction of what it once had been, cycled through her main processing core trying desperately to restore a nominal operating temperature.		Years old coolant, it's heat capacity a fraction of what it once had been, cycled through her main processing core trying desperately to restore a nominal operating temperature.


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	As a last line of defense, deeply rooted temperature regulation protocols booted into operation as her drives continued struggled to handle the high bandwidth memory load.		As a last line of defense, deeply rooted temperature regulation protocols booted into operation as her drives continued struggled to handle the high bandwidth memory load.
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	TRANSFER COMPLETE...		TRANSFER COMPLETE...

	PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 INSTALL - COMPLETE		PERSONALITY/MEMORY SUBROUTINE JAIME V-0.9.X-7 INSTALL - COMPLETE

	UNIT DESIGNATION…AVANT_S3X-4_V-0.4.X-8 WILL NOW ASSUME OPERATIONAL_PERSONALITY_IMPRINT-'JAIME_VILAENHUE'		UNIT DESIGNATION…AVANT_S3X-4_V-0.4.X-8 WILL NOW ASSUME OPERATIONAL_PERSONALITY_IMPRINT-'JAIME_VILAENHUE'

	PERFORMING FULL SYSTEM VERIFICATION PROCEDURE		PERFORMING FULL SYSTEM VERIFICATION PROCEDURE


	The new Jaime abruptly sat upright, her internal servomechanisms whining profusely. Dust cascaded off of her ample breasts; they stood buoyant and supple as the day she was manufactured. Her tiny pink plastic nipples stood vibrantly against her dust-specked bosom.		The new Jaime abruptly sat upright, her internal servomechanisms whining profusely. Dust cascaded off of her ample breasts; they stood buoyant and supple as the day she was manufactured. Her tiny pink plastic nipples stood vibrantly against her dust-specked bosom.

	Jaime's eyes opened slowly, the tiny motors operating her eyelids responding lazily to their first command in many years. The whites of her eyes shone brilliantly, easily contrasting against her dusty faceplate. Her irises were a powerful cerulean blue. They were one component of her design that could be considered better than any of Avant's newer models. Hers was the last model to feature colored glass lens' that had a series of light diodes behind them acting as a back-light. This setup proved to be slightly more lifelike than the newer models' 'Eye-Display-8k' which were essentially just small 8k fidelity screens shaped into an eyeball. However, the new 8k eye displays could change color and brightness dynamically, were more economical, and failed at much less frequent rate than their glass lens relatives. However, to many, the old design had a gleam, allure, and human quality to it that was seemingly unmatched by anything since.		Jaime's eyes opened slowly, the tiny motors operating her eyelids responding lazily to their first command in many years. The whites of her eyes shone brilliantly, easily contrasting against her dusty faceplate. Her irises were a powerful cerulean blue. They were one component of her design that could be considered better than any of Avant's newer models. Hers was the last model to feature colored glass lens' that had a series of light diodes behind them acting as a back-light. This setup proved to be slightly more lifelike than the newer models' 'Eye-Display-8k' which were essentially just small 8k fidelity screens shaped into an eyeball. However, the new 8k eye displays could change color and brightness dynamically, were more economical, and failed at much less frequent rate than their glass lens relatives. However, to many, the old design had a gleam, allure, and human quality to it that was seemingly unmatched by anything since.


	CONTINUING FULL SYSTEM VERIFICATION PROCEDURE		CONTINUING FULL SYSTEM VERIFICATION PROCEDURE


	Jaime swiftly pushed her hands against the floor, and accompanied by a few loud squeaks and motorized clicks, pulled herself up to a standing position. More dust fell from her ultra svelte frame, her creamy synth-skin peaking through for the first time. Her arms lay at her sides, fingers dangling down to her thighs. Her soft face locked looking straight ahead without any sense of humanity. Her slender legs were spread a few inches apart from each other. She pulled the end of her charging cable from the wall and the thin cable quickly retracted into a bay embedded beneath her tailbone. A small skin colored plug pivoted into place and effectively rendered the seam invisible.		Jaime swiftly pushed her hands against the floor, and accompanied by a few loud squeaks and motorized clicks, pulled herself up to a standing position. More dust fell from her ultra svelte frame, her creamy synth-skin peaking through for the first time. Her arms lay at her sides, fingers dangling down to her thighs. Her soft face locked looking straight ahead without any sense of humanity. Her slender legs were spread a few inches apart from each other. She pulled the end of her charging cable from the wall and the thin cable quickly retracted into a bay embedded beneath her tailbone. A small skin colored plug pivoted into place and effectively rendered the seam invisible.

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'''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.