Invite her inside.

"Um, Sam, please, come inside," you murmur, stepping away from the door. She continues smiling, then looks around at the pallet of metal, currently ruining your front yard.

"Can I get a bite to eat first?" she asks, gesturing to the pallet.

"A bite to eat?" you think. "Uhm, sure, go ahead," you say, confused and slightly concerned.

"Thanks!" she says cheerily. You watch, flabbergasted, as she walks over to the pallet of metal, grabs an ingot, tips her head back, and shoves the entire thing down her throat. You swear to God you hear it clang down into her innards.

"What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck," you think, as she walks back over, smiling at you.

"Everything ok baby?" she says, looking at you with concern.

"Uhmm, yeah, sure, it's just, uh," you stammer.

"Oh oh, that's right," she says, blushing. "Humans don't do that."

"No no, we uh, don't," you say. "Didn't uh, they, uhm program you? To know that?" you say, suddenly remembering that she is a well hung futanari fuckbot.

"Oh yes, but I'm a prototype optimized for production, remember?" she says. "I just need some time to optimize my normal social relationship algorithms, specific to my current social situation," she says.

"Production?" you think. "We'll um, we'll work on that - to start, humans, don't uh, usually say, uh, what you just said," you say, smiling reassuringly. "Or eat chunks of metal. Do you, um, come with, um, a manual?" you murmur, feeling weird saying it. This whole situation is just weird.

"Oh yes," she says, perking up. "It comes preloaded onto this," she says, undoing a few buttons of her blouse, as you stare, starting to get hard again. She pulls your new gold GalASSio phone out from between her breasts. "Some engineers wanted the charging port in my pussy or ass, but couldn't make room. And they were worried about short circuits."

"This is going to take some getting used to," you think, smiling, as you take the warm phone from her hand and look it over, admiring the embossed image of a fat-assed woman on the back. "Let's um, go inside," you say to Sam, as you turn the phone on. She smiles and follows you into your house. You spend a few minutes showing her around - the kitchen, shower, bedroom, etc. You sit down on the couch with her, considering your next move. "So um..."

"Do you want to get naked?" she says happily, seemingly reading your mind. "I'm, uh, on zero percent semen reserves, zero percent saliva reserves, and on backup vaginal lubricants, but everything else is ready to begin production," she says, as if the previous sentence was completely normal.

"Umm," you mumble. "I was kinda expecting she'd come fully prepared, and don't really wanna go in dry," you think, sniffing. You lean closer to her - she smells sterile, chemical, like she just came from a factory. You lean back, frowning. "I can wait a bit, get used to her and oh wait, the dress!" you remember. "Wait here," you say, and she does, smiling. You come back, and whoosh out a shimmering and lithe black dress with a flourish. "Surprise! What do you think of it?" you ask. You spent a bit of time looking at dresses - difficult since you didn't know her size, but smaller is tighter, and bigger is easier access...

"Oh, wow, a dress? For me?" she asks.

"Yes, of course," you say and hand it to her. She stands up, smiling, and seems to be about to pull the dress on over her clothes, when she stops herself and starts unbuttoning her blouse. "Hey hey, just wait a moment - here's what we'll do. I'm guessing you need food and water, right? For your fluids," you say.

"Mmhmm, I require organic matter and water - traditional human cuisine will do, but the grass out in your yard would also be sufficient," she says.

"Uh, no no, that's alright, here's what we're gonna do. How about you go and take a shower and put on that dress. I'll read a bit of this manual, then we can go get some food, alright?"

"Ok," she says, flouncing away to your bathroom. Sighing, you lean back and start to set up your new phone.