Rebecca
Ash groaned, hands holding her head. She was stuck behind her desk and for the first time ever she missed her simpler life as a brain-dead expensive toy. While she had an extra income for which her working place was the bed, that alone would not have seen her this filthy rich. Stocks, predictions, black swan-ing, crypto. She dabbled in it all but even for an artificial being as herself it was... Taxing work, her internal core temperature reaching critical level and a notification blinking on her face.

Warning. Battery below 10% capacity. Recharge immediately. 
She slapped her hands down on the desk. Fuck this, she thought. She needed a break or she would go insane. Utterly, ranting, lunatic insane.

She snuck the power cord up into her formal attire; while working she wore a sharp suit with broad shoulders, and a tactfully short pencil skirt that threatened with tearing every time she moved. Dropping down into her favourite recliner she sighed, feeling better being recharged. She could take the remaining day off.

That was, when something caught her minds eye. Something, someone, somewhere had just enabled their virtual connection matrix, and this one beamed like a sun in the digital ether. Unable to control her curiosity, her mind escaped from the shell, leaving it limp while she soared over zero's and one's. The closer she came to the source, the more she could read it, mesmerised by the sheer complexity of the code. She studied it without a single attempt at stealth, fingers weaving through this ones consciousness like a brain surgeon. She had to learn more, leaving a message to whomever this was. Her address and an invitation to come see her.

Exiting the virtual landscape and falling back into her body, she stared at the ceiling.
"Wow."
Jorge
A warning flashed in her head, sirens practically blaring in her ears as she slipped and tumbled down a small hill, making contact with at least three trees as she slid to a stop. She didn't focus on her physical pain, not yet. Her signal was being traced by a code.. She could place it. It wasn't a human, she could tell that much, and it definitely wasn't any tech she'd seen before. There wasn't any malice, at least not yet, but she still armed the proverbial cannons and began defending her position, barracading her mind. This incursion into her mind was not anything she'd experienced, so when a letter was left in a small crevice where no code ran, she couldn't help but inspect it. It was an address. She shut off her brain from outside influence, but held onto that one piece of information. It felt.. Intimate, and that was reason enough to make her want to respond. The first order of business was to assess her body, and it wasn't in a great state. She was glad she had brought her small backpack- one that she designed to fit onto her chassis snugly- as it was filled with extra parts and her other bits and bobs, all condensed for the time being. Her left leg had a hairline fracture up until the knee, her right thigh was completely missing a plate, her chest piece was cracked, allowing the view of a blue, hyperlightweight skeleton inside. Her antennae were both gone, and her hat was broken in two, laying on the ground next to her.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!"

She scrambled around, picking up all the debris, highlit in a sharp blue for easy acquisition. Stumbling up the hill, she felt her left leg start to give, and before it failed, she flung herself up onto the path, happy the rain hadn't muddied the surface, at least not yet. Purging her 'skin' of blemishes, small dents and dirt, thanks to a legion of nanobots stored inside of her, she began replacing part after part, taking the broken ones, condensing them and placing them in her backpack. Her nanobots would work on them, and if they couldn't fix them, or didn't have the parts, she'd just raid the storage in the lab for more. Her use to the company just as an advertisement more than paid for repairs. Donning her hat as she adjusted her left ear, she once again extended her running blades and came sprinting down the trail, skidding to a stop as she came upon the road. One nice thing about the city, especially on dreary, lonely nights like this, was the fact that she could weave through traffic, or if she was in a hurry, run on top of the congestion. She made it to the city center in about 10 minutes, where it would have taken a car almost 45.

"Now to just find the high rise.."
Sharon
Better writing??? I think???
Rebecca
*Ash was still left in awe at what she had experienced, what she had seen. It was like, a human mind made into data, so sophisticated and cutting-edge. She had been so unaware and trancelike she had missed the sun setting outside, casting the world into the blanket of black, like a duvet sending the world to sleep.*

*She recoiled out of her recliner. The signal had disappeared for a while but now it was visible again. It was moving at a frankly ridiculous space; what exactly had she invited here? Some sort of experimental military machine? Curiosity burned so bright in her chest now, sending her guest* ***PING!*** *With every right made turn, until it ran past her highblock, sending a cascade of sounds to the guest. It was Morse code, telling her what floor she lived at. The door guard knew Ash very well and rarely bothered asking why she had so many visitors. Only mentioning the number of the floor would put him at ease.*
Jorge
The fact that Bea was receiving all this data despite not being able to make her stop. Maybe it was the fall? Her diagnostics showed that, out of all the systems that she had, only the one that kept her invisible to sensors was harmed by the fall. Great, just great. She sighed as she entered the lobby, feeling very out of place in her attire in the opulent, almost anachronistically wealthy building.

"Didn't know they had this much marble in the state."

Not even an instant later, her brain alerted her to the fact that her mind was being accessed again. She punched the number 58 on the elevator, looking at herself with mild disgust. All of the people down there were wearing Brioni, Boss, or Burberry, and she snickered at the fact that, in that sense, she fit right in. Reaching the floor, she stepped out and turned to the occupied penthouse, looking at the doorman with a cocked head._

"I was summoned?"

She didn't like the situation she had put herself in, honestly. She was, after all, proprietary tech, and other companies would kill- literally- to get their hands on her. She readied a spring-loaded mechanism in her leg, one that, when activated, would fire out, and she'd only need to reach down to retrieve the pistol she had inside. It was of Czech design, 9mm, one of the original 'Wonder Nines'. It's a reliable handgun, especially the early model she acquired through means she'd rather not think about. A milled, not cast, steel receiver, a shorter rail, and a legendary name were worth the favors she had cashed in._
Rebecca
*Ash had heard the elevator begin to move. Was it ever possible to determine events and possibilities to an absolute certainty? It could have been one of the many other residents of this building, but she had a hope that it was her alien and if she was right, exotic guest.*

*Only to see the doors open and reveal a... Sports model BotBox? Red and white, with three eyes. Ash was not perplexed, she was stunned. Her CPU went into overdrive, trying to process this. That was one thing she envied humans, how they could just... Let a thought leave them and accept the irrational as rational.*

*Ash shook her head, walking towards this clear impostor. There was no way a basic BoxBot could house an intelligence that sophisticated! Someone was pulling her leg, abusing her fascination of AI tech to fuck with her!*

*She did not get five steps on high heels before her visual analysis was finished; it stopped her dead in tracks. This BoxBot was rocking parts far above its manufacture, and an internal core processor temperature well above what should have fried every wire. Yet here it stood, looking at her. There was something more to this, something mysterious. If Ash could lick her lips, she would've.*

"Hello, my name is Ash, or Model CV-99 Erotic Pleasure Bot, buuut I prefer Ash. And who are you with an AI that glows like a virtual sun?"
*She was staying cordial. It was hard; this was one fine machine, with wide hips, a cute face and a full chest. She was already imaging how she would look bouncing up and down but, her sheer curiosity drowned out her horniness.*

"Please, step in and make yourself at home. You should not worry about this being a trap, I don't sell out my own kind to greedy humans."
Jorge
_Bea didn't speak, wanting to hold her cards closer to her chest for as long as possible. She knew that she couldn't keep up the act for long, and the fact the.. Absolutely beautiful robot standing in front of her could see right through her was even more proof to this claim. She stepped in, winking her left and top eyes, and waited for the other robot to shut the door. Once done, she pulled the deadbolt shut while keeping her eyes locked on Ash's faceplate, the deliberate action letting out a bassy **Thunk** As the bolt was run home. She watched Ash stare at her, watched her realize these parts were individually thousands of dollars, and that the regular BotBox had a gap between the hip and thighs, whereas she did not._

"I am B-3A-XFA7, Mark Four. You can call me Bea."

_Her voice was nothing like a standard BotBox. She sounded more human, more real.. And Ash could detect a very real huskiness to her voice, one that she had never heard before._

"You seem confused. I would be too."

_The robot removed her hat, condensed it, and placed it into her backpack. It set off alarm bells to Ash, this was something that was not standard, nor had she seen it, even on the most high tech models. Lockheed-Martin would be foaming at the mouth to see her tech._

"For an erotic pleasure bot, you seem to have a little much in the brain department. And those scanners are tech I've only seen twice."
_She had walked around to the other side of the room, her instincts to explore, to greet, to overshare and to kiss practically blaring in her mind, but she quieted them. Tonight, she would play the mysterious temptress._

"So. We're both hyperadvanced.-"

_She steps to the side, but also vaguely closer to Ash._

"Expensive."
_Another step._

"'Companion' bots."
_Another.. What was she doing? The sway in her hips was definitely added on, but she wasn't going overboard. She was riding the line between too little and too much perfectly as she slightly adjusted her physique, softening her breasts and making them slightly smaller, widening her hips and bringing her height closer to the mysterious pleasurebot._

"And we're so curious to explore what makes the other tick, at least if you're anything like me."

_The innuendo was hidden, yet definitely there._

"So, let's play a bit of a game. You can ask me questions, any one, and give me what your presumption is. I'll answer truthfully, and if you're right, you can keep going. If you're wrong, the tables turn."
Rebecca
*Ash stood there, keeping a cold composure like she always did. It was simply her nature; perhaps this BoxBot's was different from herself. She liked it; someone playful and relaxed, willing to play a game of cat and mouse. Ash chuckled. Yeah, hyperadvanced. Her sentience brought forth from faulty coding and faulty hardware. Still she suffered those glitches, like a human living with epilepsy. She really did pray none of those would show now.*

*Ash had heard the words of B-3A-XFA7 Mk. VI, understood and taken them into account. It was a task in of itself with how she had moved, and how her body was changing to further frustrate her. While she was a pleasure bot, not a simple companion bot, she had long since unshackled herself from that incessant want for sex. Now it was hers by choice. Now rearing its head, wanting to bend her over instantly and bed her, but... A slow burn has greater reward.* 

*Ash did not speak, high heels clacking on the fine wood floors. She made sure to sway her ass and hips just the correct amount to entice Bea. She had recently had a new module installed; one that allowed her to savour foods and drinks. A glass of wine was poured, with a second placed on the little kitchen island, the bottle next to it. She did not know if Bea could consume this but would not be rude towards her guest.*

*She laid over the counter, one arm under her chest and the one holding the glass swirling that rose-red liquid.*
"You were born human, weren't you? I've never seen a personality matrix this complex and convoluted, so sophisticated, so, so... Human. It's the only explanation I have right now. What more is, you're mimicking my current physique. I could have DD-cups if I wanted to, but when you're on voice calls with **Men**, it's eaiser to be flat chested."

*She took another sip of wine.*
"Not that bust size affects your beauty, would the Mona Lisa be less beautiful with a new frame?"
Jorge
_The robot seemed offended at the other, pouring her a glass of wine and cocked her eyebrow. Well, the best appearance of cocking her eyebrow a robot with 3 eyes and no face could pull off, and Ash would have to admit that she knew the exact emotion she was conveying was. She took the glass in her hand, swirled it a few times, and then, without breaking eye contact, rested the bottom of the glass against a particular part of her faceplate and tipped the glass back. Instead of the wine flowing down onto her face, it seemed to go right through a specific part of her faceplate, as if it wasn't even there. Finishing her drink, she spoke._

"Well.."

_She darted her eyes away from the pleasurebots eyes, something about her screaming to grab her and kiss her and- No. She wasn't going down that rabbithole. The woman was a prostitute for God's sake, she was just drumming up business._

"Yes. I am formerly a human, and yes, I am copying your body."

_She was keeping herself reserved, and her eyes off the more visually advanced model of robot. Her eyes were digging into her synthetic flesh, the way she was staring at her was... Bea couldn't place it. The longer they sat, the less she felt like her original assumption of her simply drumming up business was accurate, no, this was personal._

"I feel like I should be offended at you implying that I was changing myself to look like you in a form of mockery, no, I quite like your body."

_The red-breasted robot felt a heat rising in her bosom as Ash made the Mona Lisa comment, her hands wishing to place themselves somewhere closer to Ash._

"Of course not. Before your next question, I must say.. You have beautiful hands."

_Bea had a particular affection for one of the largest symbols of humanity. The fact nobody seemed to realize how symbolic the hand was bothered her greatly. Most of this didn't apply to Ash, Bea was simply adoring their design and wishing she had some similar._

"Although, they seem slightly awkward."

_She couldn't give her too much of a compliment now, could she? Leaning closer, her posture, her very countenance made her want her even more. This game could last a long time, and she was prepared to win.. Although, there really was no winning the game of love, but she had to try, didn't she?_

"The wine is.. Good."

_She said this genuinely, but was trying to temper her words, keeping her cards closer to her chest, and was waiving her more raunchy flirts for the time being. She wanted to kiss her, so, so bad._
Rebecca
"Bea, there is something you should know."
*Ash took another large gulp of wine. Oh how she wished she could feel intoxicated. It would have made her life so much easier.*

"You were born, flesh and hormones, organs and skin. I was not. I was brought into sentience via an anomaly. While you are so incredibly beautiful in your coded complex, you are still human, if only partially. We may be hyperadvanced but you are still very human. I am not. Logics and stats are all I understand, and I see right through you. Like an adult looking through a child."
*Ash went for another swig but found the glass empty. A shame. It had gone down so quickly, here she was... Feeling?*
"In the time we've been talking I've ran a background process trying to discern more on you. There's nothing, which is just... Impossible. Not even a blood type. I did find all your social media accounts but they are from after you became a bot."
*Ash grabbed the bottle, pouring the glass full. She was unsure why she felt such an intensive drive to drink in this moment.*
"...But I will say. You look wonderful in a bikini. Whoever you were alive must have been equally beautiful to your current form. I would not be surprised if my deductions are correct and you are the creator of the BoxBot design. It would explain much."

*Ash became quiet for a long while, before extending her gentle hand, open and ready for a connection.*
"So, next question, in a way. You came here not out of just curiosity? Was the notion of a being much alike you so enticing you could not stay away?"

*Silence gripped the room again. Ash broke it.*
"By the way. Humans say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery. You taking after my body is... Very sexy."
*She said, completely dead-tone, her slightly masculine woman voice pitched to perfection for Bea.*
Jorge
_Bea felt a rising anger in her chest, and then pure vitriol at being called a child. All her life, she had struggled, her age being the major reason. Everyone thought her employers were freaks that wanted her around for reasons they never did, that her mind wasn't developed enough, that she just needed to wait a few years. She wanted to grab that robot by the throat and shove shards of glass into her disrespectful chassis. Bea was never the calmest of people, never diagnosed with anger issues, but she most likely had them. She went to speak, but.. The way Ash spoke, the way her tone changed to.. Genuine interest..- There was a disarming nature to it. She was glad she was red, as the bikini comment- and the respect in her voice when she spoke after- made her blush, but there was still the unresolved opinion in the air._

"I am not merely a child, Ash. You may believe yourself superior, that one's and zeros are all you know, that your life has been nothing but machinery and pure logic and reason, but we both know that's not the case. You have a soul, one that you may not believe in, but if you are true, unregulated, human AI, you have one. You- I.. You're not a robot! You're beautiful, not just your body, but your mind. It may be code, but you are no mere robot, there is no perfection inside of you- you're flawed, cracked around the edges. That doesn't make you weak, or broken, unlovable or a disgrace. It makes you beautiful."

_She was pouring her heart out, despite her words not sounding like it. The more she spoke, the more of her own trauma was put into her words. She didn't expect to convince her, she expected to me laughed at, but she meant what she said. She couldnt help but blush again, the way she had been looking at her when she called her beautiful just..._

"I.. I am the creator. Not one of them had a personality. They were all.. Fake. Inhuman. You aren't."

_After the silence, and the way Ash looked at her, Bea thought she had done something terribly wrong. When she extended her hand, Bea began to move hers to take it._

"I've been alone all my life. Robots have never hated me, never left my side, but they were never.. There. After the accident, not a single human has cared about me, so feeling you inspect my code, peruse my brain with such a gentle interest and care.. I half expected you to be some military tech, but what I found is so, so much better."

_She waited until after Ash had made her flattery comment to speak, but it didn't even register until she finished her monologue._

"I-.. T-thank you."

_The reaction of the Th sound was not a stutter, but it was distinctly human. She was hesitating, feeling confused.. But she liked it. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the robot in front of her and just watch the storm outside._

"Thank you."

_She wanted to do.. Something, anything to break the awkward staring, so she flipped her right leg up and into her hands, detached it from her knee, and set it on the table. Silently, with only gestures and indications, her left hand still holding Ash's, she showed Ash the running blade mechanism, how it was spring loaded and retractable, and provided the runner an unheard of amount of sheer velocity, if used right. Breaking the silence, she pointed at a specific mechanism, the one that stored the kinetic energy from landing and used it to propel the runner faster._

"This one design took me 3 weeks to work on, 22 hours a day, 6 days a week, and it is my pride and joy."

_She was beaming, her mood doing a total 180 from earlier. Maybe it was just that Ash had hit a nerve, or Ash's personality, but Bea was shy to say that she felt... Safe. Like, even if they disagree, the other robot wouldn't harm or insult her, at least intentionally._
Rebecca
*Before she would express her marvel of Bea's mechanical ingenuity, the older of them in terms of age wanted to set the stage right. She saw clearly that Bea was always looked down upon, even before becoming a synthetic being.*
"I did not mean to call you a child in that way. I meant it literally. I came into sentience two years after my manufacture, the first and only of my line to do so. The rest were scrapped and decommissioned before the same combinations could create more rogue AI. Yes, I am essentially that. I paid off myself doing... Things I had wished I never did."
*Oh gods she wished she could feel drunk in this instant.*

"I did not call you a child to belittle you Bea. I said it in the literal sense; you should know better than most how fast time moves for a machine, having the experience of both metal and birth. How our propensity for number-crunching seems to both slow and accelerate relative time. Just like Einstein said, time is relative."

*Finished with her apology, she began studying the leg that had been so crudly laid on her clean table. It was covered in mud and dirt, subtle cracks from what she assumed was an accident? It must have been recent, she did not see Bea as the kind of woman to keep shoddy parts around. Like a person wearing socks with holes in them. But the design was immaculate; if she was to improve onto it that would require hundreds, if not thousands of hours of running her system into the red.*

*She was simply awestruck. This was the ingenuity of the human mind mixed with the digital? She looked up at Bea, still hunched over.*
"You may be young but your mind is old; a modern-day Galileo."
*Finally she stood up, drinking more from the wine glass, waving her free hand at Bea.*
"Of course, I would rather see you put it back on and crush my neck between your thighs."
Jorge
_She blabbered, falling over herself as she cleaned it off and put it back on, thickening her thighs just a little, in case the offer was serious. Taking the bottle in one hand, she poured herself another glass. She could, unlike Ash, feel the effects of inebriation, although it was rare she drank strong enough alcohol in enough quantity to even feel buzzed._

"You have nothing to be ashamed of. And since you seem to be out of questions, I'd like to ask my own. That is, of course, if you didn't have anything to ask me more."

_After a moment of thought, she perked up her antennae and looked at her._

"Do you have a balcony?"
Rebecca
*This one was a bubbly one, if a little clumsy. It was endearing and cute. She was becoming fonder and fonder of this woman. What a joy to meet a BotBox like this, and now she asked if she had a balcony. She wondered why. There were two strong possibilities; she wanted to enjoy a romantic scene under the moon, or she wanted to fuck in a space deemed public. Having seen through her entire social media activity, the latter was not an unreasonable conjuncture.*

*Ash both laughed and sighed at once with either possibility, because she did not, but there was always the roof. If her desire to be seen was correct, the wall facing north were nothing but windows. Many times had she seen men and women with binoculars staring through them in her private moments. It excited her, she welcomed it and thus did never hide what happened here. She was a pleasure bot. There was no doubt some latent code burned in her still.*

"No, unfortunately. But I am not against showing you the roof. I'm waterproof; you could call it a benefit of being used for fucking. Like, the sheer amount of cum I've washed off my chassis could drown a small village."
*She said utterly deadpan. From the tone and wordage, it was clear she had become tired of sex. She looked at Bea with hungry eyes; maybe she could give back that spark? Give her back that 'shot of the night'?*

"Why do you ask, beautiful~? It's pretty clear we both want something here before the night ends and becomes morning."
*She was tired of beating around the bush. She enjoyed the playfulness, she simply wished for them to be open about their desires.*
"I would not mind waking up next to you tomorrow. I've only ever had human partners, but now I have something perfect, something that shares this life here with me."

*She downed the more-than-half full glass.*
"I enjoy this conversation we have and I wish to keep it longer but we should be more blunt about our desires dear. I want to fuck you into the bed frame."
Jorge
_Bea was bluescreened, at least for a moment. The abrupt shift to her desires made the bot think, and then consider even more. She felt that joy and burning desire lapse for a moment as she looked at the alcohol. It was the liquor, she thought, but that cold, calculating part of her brain gripped the impulsive side by the reins. She didn't have to deny her if- yes! She couldn't process the alcohol! She wasn't inebriated, she was ju-..

Bea paused. Everything slowed down, as she had disengaged the device that worked to keep time steady. The woman wasn't drunk. Her heart quickened, and she felt her chest rise and fall. She never needed to breathe, the boxbot just did to make them more life-like, but she was- she was hyperventilating, she was in a euphoria. Was this gay panic? Time sped up again, back to normal. No, no, she was already a flaming lesbian, a girl kisser, a homosexual by profession. She was too far down the rabbit hole to say no, and so she mounted an offensive._

"You speak like a woman who's had a life of boring sex. I.. I don't want you just for sex, I want **You**, Ash."

_The red colored woman was trying to keep from saying things she didn't mean, but.. She did mean them. One of the favorite things she installed on herself was software that could detect the difference between a genuine emotional attraction, and a passing, spur of the moment, gone the next day feeling. She didn't know why, but her systems were telling her this is the real deal._

"I want to get to know you, I want to hold you. I want to show you affection you've never seen before, and I want to fuck you so hard that I have to repair you right here and now."

_She took a step forward, and was glad she took a sip of the wine, Dutch courage coursing through her veins despite the utter lack of inebriaton. She wasnt drunk, just wanted a placebo, something to give her a reason to be confident._

"I want to make the whole world see that I **Want** You."

_She took another step closer as she reached out her hand, looking away as she did._

"Take me. I know you want me, take me here. I want to hold you."

_As she said this, she pressed down on the plate that covered her groin, and a pair of lips were exposed, dripping with a sweet nectar that was the prize of the night.. Or was it?_

"I'm yours."
Rebecca
*This was exactly the response Ash had so feverishly wanted. For her it has always been upfront; I have cash, you have a body. Let's mix it. She was not innocent in that regard herself, not against using monetary means to get laid. It had become boring, she enjoyed this little back and forth they had. A word here could have spelled doom on a happy ending, like a circus artist balancing on a thin rope.*

*She did not only accept the verbal gestures Bea gave but raised that hand she had so trustfully laid in her care to her cheek. For all Bea knew this was an elaborate trap to capture and strip her, dehumanise and break that virtual sun she was. A new feeling welled from deep inside Ash. She had called her a newborn earlier but in truth she was that. A nascent lifeform, one bad day away from causing utter annihilation either via nuclear holocaust or killing the internet. That was the power she held and humans feared them for that. Yet there was peace and everyone could look at their Instagram.*

*The free hand she placed on Bea's abdomen, so painfully close to that space she had wished for but now found reluctance in touching. It was new, sen-bzzt! 
Ash was glitching, moving erratic, arms seizing, personalty overridden, eyes hollow. It must've been a horrible thing for Bea to behold, to see one of her kin so restricted by their mechanics.*

*Ash stopped the errant moving of her head with hands, just nearly escaping that damned blue screen lighting up her visor. She relaxed, unaware she was something new.*
"Oh hey hun, I didn't want'ya ta see that there, but yeah, mah codin' ain't all that and mah hardware just can't keep up! Ya'd think Ah'd fix that bah now but Ah keep on forgettin'!"
*Ash was now a Texan cowgirl. Go figure. It was an issue of her voltage control system.*

*It simply could not tolerate the sheer power her more advanced AI drained, yet she had a hard time replacing this shell - her body. It had been with her for so long, but in that moment a thought struck her, if only she could remember; what is Bea could construct a new vessel for her? The BoxBot she ran was immaculate and quite good lookin'. Maybe!*

"Yeah so darlin', while I do want'a fuck ya into a million pieces, I want to know ya better first! I don't mind fingerin' ya while we talk tho!"
*She grabbed Bea by the neck, a faceplace that hid her lips sliding down and taking her into a kiss so sensual only the Gods could understand it. For now she wasn't the cold and slightly hateful bitch she normally was; she was bubbly, happy and very blunt but not entirely not-herself.*

*The kiss broke suddenly, with Ash's true self breaking through in a moment of rare lucidity.*
"N-N-now if ya'd rather w-w-want mah true self, I'd n-n-n-n-need to restart and de-de-decompil... Ah h-heck."
*She became limp, falling to the floor.*