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Cooper and his girlfriend, Natalia, arrived at the Italian restaurant at 7:50 PM. The restaurant’s manager greeted them at the door and escorted them through the mostly empty space. They were seated to a booth in a mostly secluded corner of the restaurant.
His parents were expected to arrive at 8:00 PM. He thought the earlier they could get there the better. This was to be Natalia’s first long-form social engagement as Cooper’s girlfriend, and he wanted to give her systems ample time to adjust to the environment.
He had only bought Natalia four months prior, and only in the past few weeks had he begun to feel confident with her accompanying him in public. He had been single for three years prior and his mother and father constantly pestered him about when they could “meet the next lucky lady.”
This constant pestering from his parents was actually one of many reasons that had led Cooper to buy an AVANT N4T4L14_M84U Companion-Bot. That, and the fact that she was on sale for a screaming deal.
AVANT was in financial turmoil, having sunk all profits for the last several years into R Natalia’s cleavage was front and center, her creamy breasts standing buoyant and alert. It had been too late to purchase her anything new, and Cooper cursed himself for only buying outfits he found sexy and not having the foresight to buy his robotic girlfriend anything that put practically before looks.
Sitting down together in the booth waiting for Cooper’s parents to arrive, Natalia’s large breadth of predictive situational analysis processors continuously wrote and re-wrote her hard-coded social functionality subroutines so she could most convincingly perform that night her simulated act of being Cooper’s loving, human girlfriend.
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Cooper’s parents arrived soon after and Natalia rose from the table with Cooper behind.
Cooper’s mother, Beth bounded into Natalia excitedly, “It’s so nice to finally meet you Nat!”
Quickly reciprocating the hug she was being given, Natalia responded, “It’s wonderful to meet you too Beth!”
Beth stared at Cooper playfully, “Coop is always shy talking about his girlfriends. You’ll have to tell me everything about yourself!”
Unsure how to reply, Natalia just smiled warmly and giggled.
“Wow you’re so beautiful!”, Beth teasingly pinched Natalia’s shoulder, laughing, “Are you real?!”
She pulled away from Natalia still musing. Natalia laughed along with Beth, her sophisticated social programming determining this was the best route of addressing Beth’s strange question.
She spun and faced Cooper’s father, David, who gave her a polite hug. “Nice to meet you Nat. I agree with my wife, you are indeed very beautiful. It seems that Cooper is a lucky man.”
Natalia smiled cordially, “Thank you. It’s wonderful to meet you David.”
Cooper eyed his father who was looking Natalia up and down and cut through the pleasantries, “Let’s sit down I know I’m starved!”.
The four sat down at their booth. Natalia, remembering to avoid the harsh light of the inner booth, let Cooper in first.
They all smiled pleasantly at one another, and unsurprisingly Beth spoke up first, “So…” she looked to Natalia, “Nat. How did the two of you meet?”
Natalia’s complex array of speech delivery systems and software instantly began formulating a response, but she was cut short as Beth pointed disgustedly to the approaching waitress, “Is that one of those skeevy AVANT sex-dolls! Oh my goodness it is! She is not serving us!?”
Cooper looked up from his menu and immediately identified the waitress as indeed, another AVANT N4T4L14_M84U Companion-Bot. Her glossy face-plate, blue eyes, and brunette hair were all different from Natalia. But, her chassis Cooper quickly surmised, was an exact match to his Natalia. Perky C-cups bolted onto a slender frame with athletically toned arms, legs, and ass. Cooper found himself quite attracted to the waitress, she exuded a slutty sexiness that he often had Natalia embody when they were alone at home.
Before the waitress reached the table, Natalia had requested, and after passing through a series of firewalls escort kağıthane and verification procedures, was granted access to the restaurant’s over-the-air network link. She established a direct communications channel with the waitress, informing her of the oncoming situation with Cooper’s parents. The waitress obliged and let her know that she do everything within her programming to keep Natalia’s robotic nature a secret.
The waitress stopped abruptly exactly one foot away from the table. The plunging neckline of her black spaghetti strap top revealing wobbling breasts. Her long slender legs emerged from a matching circular skirt with her feet ending in a simple pair of black pumps.
She spoke simply and confidently, only the slightest hint of sexuality still present on her voice. Cooper guessed that had required a slight re-working of her social programming, something he feared messing with on his Natalia. “Can I get you folks anything to start off tonight?”
Beth replied pointedly, leaning forward from her seat against the wall opposite Cooper, “Yes. Although is it alright if I ask you some questions first?”
The brunette waitress smiled, “Of course!”.
“Are you a robot?”
“Yes, I’m an AVANT N4T4LI4_M84U.” Her eyes flickered, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“I knew it!” Beth looked around the table looking for confirmation that she was right. Cooper and Natalia both smiled nervously, but Dave just stared at the waitress, his wife’s words completely passing through un-listening ears.
He asked with genuine curiosity, “How long have you worked here?”
“Two weeks and 4 days, Sir.” Her eyes flickered again, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”.
Cooper looked at his mom, “I was here three weeks ago and our waitress was human. I swear, I had no idea! We can go somewhere else if you want to.”
Beth shook her head, “Nope this is where you chose. We had to come all the way across town to be here, and wow it’s already 8:20! We’ll stay Coop, it’s okay.”
Cooper tried to shake off the patronizing tone from his mother, “Really it’s okay we can leave!”
She put her hand up, stopping him, “I’ll be fine Cooper.”, she glared at the robotic waitress, “Her on the other hand may not be.”
Natalia sat quietly, her main CPU was developing a complex set of predictive algorithms to help her best navigate Beth’s social behavior.
The brunette waitress, still standing in the exact spot where she had arrived blinked several times, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”.
Cooper tried to begin ordering drinks for the table but was interrupted by his father, “Are the entire staff robots like you?”.
“Just the wait-staff and bartender sir. Our cooks and managers are all human.” Her eyes flickered. “Is there anything else I can hel…”
She was interrupted by Cooper’s father, “Can I touch you?”.
She blinked repeatedly for about five seconds, apparently having difficulty handling the interruption of her pre-progammed routine.
“David!” Beth exclaimed.
“Oh I’m just curious honey! Put it to bed already!”, he looked to the waitress with expectant eyes.
Cooper swore he heard several processors whir up to speed.
“You may touch me on my arm.” She lifted her hand toward Dave who took it gingerly. He rubbed his fingers down the numbers of her visible serial number. “Wow. So soft. You feel so real.”
“Thanks!” she replied in a sing-songy voice.
He continued, “Although you’re definitely a little glossy, but that’s okay!”
She smiled, “So I’ve been told.”, her eyes flickered, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
Before anyone even mutter a syllable, Cooper yelled, “Four vodka tonics please!”
The waitress blinked, instantly establishing a wireless connection with the busty redhead N4T4LI4_M84U unit behind the bar, “Four vodka tonics coming right up!” She smiled, pivoted, and walked away.
Dave watched her every step, entranced with her calculated stride.
Cooper breathed a sigh of ‘Oh-my-god-what-have-gotten-myself-into’. He couldn’t believe he had brought escort beyoğlu his sex-bot girlfriend to a restaurant run by sex-bot waitresses with his mom and dad.
Beth leaned into the table and directed her attention to Natalia, “So…I realized I don’t even know your entire name!” She scowled at Cooper, “Can I ask what Nat is short for?”
Cooper and Natalia turned to face each other, both unsure of who should respond and how.
Natalia’s main CPU parsed through several thousand appropriate behavioral response options. Within 2.3 milliseconds, her powerful computing array narrowed the list down to two options. Either she could admit her name was Natalia and risk Beth making a connection between her and their robot waitress, or she could improvise and make something up.
Improvisation was still a slightly underdeveloped ability even on the advanced AVANT N4T4L14_M84U model line, having only been formally introduced for the first time in her preceding model, the AVANT T3SS4-M84U Companion-Bot.
Her main CPU parsed through terabytes of sub-optimized behavioral improvisation code executing thousands of intricate logical prediction algorithms. Her large round eyes stared vacantly as she attempted to reach a solution.
Cooper, sensing the internal struggle from his Companion-Bot began to speak up, “Nat is short for…uh…uh”, He paused, unable to continue, reaching a more natural state of processing incapacity as the stress of the situation overtook him.
“Natasha!”, Natalia’s eyes had regained their focus and her perfect smile beamed. “Nat is short for Natasha!”.
Cooper heaved a sigh of relief. He felt the onset of a panic-attack subside slightly.
Natalia’s processors slowed their frenzied pace as well, confident her improvisation was sufficient and satisfactory.
Beth smiled, “Natasha! What a beautiful name. So where are you from? What do you do? I have so much to ask!”
Cooper and Natalia had rehearsed these questions in the days leading up to dinner, and Natalia’s sophisticated social-interaction suite had no trouble adapting to the slight deviations and nuances of each question.
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After a few drinks, conversation had settled into a dull rhythm. David or Beth would ask Natalia a question and she would respond with programmed simplicity, simulated sincerity, and an expertly crafted warm smile. Cooper had to interject only a few times to help steer the conversation into comfortable, familiar territory that Natalia was well equipped to handle. Her main CPU was now only utilizing 45% of her processing capacity to deal with Cooper’s parents, and with ease it activated her predictive-algorithmic-forecasting-suite.
Natalia’s sensors kicked up in sensitivity as she tried to build a comprehensive understanding of her surroundings. Inwardly, her sophisticated array of circuit-boards and vast banks of volatile memory queried her wireless connection with restaurant.
The bartender unit was apparently having trouble dealing with a nosy patron who was asking pointed questions about the specs and functionality of her model. Her primary computational stack was slowly overheating as she did her best to give the patron what he desired without compromising her function.
The group of bots around the restaurant determined her best strategy was to ignore the specific questions and just smile at him sexily instead, with frequent offers for more drinks.
Natalia strained her neck out of the booth, a slight click emanating from within as her artificial vertebrae reached maximum extension. She saw the back of a lone man at the bar. He was holding a smartphone. Her iris’ span as she magnified her vision trying to make out what was on the phone’s display, but her attempt was thwarted as the man put his phone down against the bar-top.
In that instant, Natalia’s ultra sensitive audio receptors picked up a signal and she responded to a question directed at her and pivoted her mechanical frame back to face the conversation. Her iris’ again spun, in reversed direction, as they readjusted their internal apertures to focus on the faces of Beth and Dave immediately escort esenler in front of her. She smiled friendly, her main CPU easily formulating a response to their question.
Beth then excused herself to the restroom, inadvertently knocking the table’s pitcher of water onto the floor. Natalia instinctively grabbed a handful of napkins and leaned down and out of the booth to begin cleaning up the spill, her ample breasts swaying gently within her lacy white top. Beth put a hand on Natalia’s toned shoulder, “Don’t worry about it dear. It’s my mess. I’ll clean it up when I get back from the ladies room.” Natalia sat up slowly, every component of her mechanical spine moving harmoniously with one another to create the shockingly realistic movement.
Natalia leaned back against the booth, proud of her systems function throughout the evening. She sipped on her gin and tonic, her behavioral subsystems simulating a slight buzz from the alcoholic drink. In reality the liquid, and later on – food, would sit dormant in a durable bladder just behind the synth-skin and cushioned dermal layer of her navel. She would expel this as waste later in the evening when her systems deemed it convenient.
After several moments of silence Natalia’s systems logged a brief burst of incoherent data from the restaurant’s over-the-air network link. Her faceplate twitched uncontrollably for a microsecond before recovering to it’s previous state. She let out a sigh and fidgeted in her seat. She looked at David and Cooper, who she realized were now both staring at her. She chalked it up to her exquisite engineering and a fascination with her amazing curves; she was an AVANT N4T4LI4_M84U after all, marketed with the slogan, ‘Any moment looks good on on AVANT N4T4LI4_M84U’.
David and Cooper were both indeed staring at Natalia. More specifically, they were staring at her chest. Her polymer-elastic nipples had stiffened and were not-so-subtly poking through her white lace top.
David politely looked away, although he couldn’t help the corners of his eyes stealing occasional glances. Cooper fidgeted in his seat nervously. This was completely unlike Natalia, on their other trips in public he had never seen her engage her sexual subsystems, albeit for several times he had snuck a hand up her skirt or whispered something dirty in her ear. He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Nat, cancel all processes related to your sex-ware. Your nipples are poking straight through your shirt.”
She turned towards him, blinked several times in rapid succession, and whispered back, “No sex-ware processes are currently running. I do not understand your request.” Her head pivoted again to face Dave, who was still doing his best to look away. Natalia, lacking the understanding as to why his gaze avoided her just queued one of several pre-programmed warm smile routines and sat still.
Cooper, with more urgency, again whispered into her ear. “Nat, look down at your chest. Acknowledge your nipples are engorged and disengage whatever process is causing them to to that.”
Natalia tilted her head down and immediately cocked it to one side in surprise as a series of algorithms parsed data and determined meaning from the meta-data collected from the ocular receptors embedded within her green doll-like eyes. Her main CPU again queried her behavioral processing tree which confirmed its initial assessment – there were no sex-ware processes running that could trigger engorgement of her nipples.
She leaned back into Cooper whispering, “Coop, I acknowledge they are engorged. However, I have no sex-ware processes currently running. I do not know what to do-do-do-do.” Her speech hiccuped mechanically before emitting a sultry moan. Cooper stared at Natalia, dumbfounded at how quickly his robotic companion had fallen into functional disarray.
Just then, their super-model brunette waitress turned the corner towards the table with their four vodka tonics delicately balanced on a tray she held above her athletic shoulders. Her black pumps clicked steadily as she walked; Cooper saw the tell-tale signs of the waitress N4T4L1A_M84U’s sexual subroutines in full operation and began wondering if there was a connection between her and Natalia’s behavior. Her full lips were parted, her runway stride exaggerated, and her nipples stiff, easily poking through her thin black top.
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