#salesbot

[metalichotchoco]

Things are hard without motivation

[avinash007]

Introducing Salesbot: The AI-Powered Sales Assistant for Modern Enterprises

AIVeda’s Salesbot is an intelligent, AI-powered conversational assistant designed to automate key parts of the sales funnel. By combining natural language processing (NLP), large language models (LLMs), and predictive analytics, Salesbot enables businesses to qualify leads, nurture them with personalized messaging, and handle customer queries in real time.

Read full blog: https://aiveda.io/blog/ai-sales-assistant-salesbot-enterprise

[sharon23823-blog]

Top Shopify Chatbot Apps to Consider in 2024 

[thelaughingmerman]

I am missing one thing to 100 percent pristine peaks and I can't for the life of me find it

Edit. It was 2 memories. We did it kids now back to palette prime my love

[tf2heritageposts]

fun fact! theres an official (explicitly non canon :[ ) tf2 comic valves hiding from you!

released alongside the community made update Robotic Boogaloo, death of a salesbot is on the team fortress 2 website but is not present in the official comics page

however you can read all 13ish pages of the comic right here . its got nice looking art and is funnyish, go look at it

it should be noted that, like i said, it’s explicitly not canon as it was written by fans and not valve themselves but its still fun

[tinydefector]

Rescued

Ratchet x human reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: pitfighting, injuries and swearing.

Ratchet masterlist

Start of the Ratchet fic series piece from my poll. I've got some more request I'll have. Look thought but enjoy the first part of Rescued.

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Ratchet was no stranger to the black market, it had been where he had gotten a lot of his medical supplies before the war, and even now he still had dealers he went to for better prices, the Dead End had been in desperate need back then. Now it was the fact he was hunting for very specific equipment he was hoping that one of the dealers had. One of his patients had gotten a backstreet modification done and now he was dealing with trying to undo it. 

He entered the seedy marketplace with cautious optics. Black markets were rarely safe, even for one as grizzled as himself, but sometimes they provided resources not found through official medcentres. Swindle was impossible to miss. The shifty salesbot sidled up with a grin. "Well well, if it isn't the good doctor. Haven't seen you in a while. What can I do for you today?" 

Ratchet cut right to the chase. "I need a class V field nanoscope, with magnetic containment and full genomic sequencing interface. Also a case of tri-hexal coolant and 50 units of med-grade energon. Shipped to my clinic" he states while processing his payment to the bot. 

Swindle's visor glinted as he perused inventory.  "I've also got some...shall we say, off-protocol hardware. Stuff no self-respecting medic would keep on their official ledger." 

The Chief Medical Officer's optics narrowed. What exactly was Swindle suggesting? While he wouldn't put anything past the seedy dealer, Ratchet had no interest in anything illegal or unethical. Still, sometimes one had to play the game to get what they needed. "Show me what you've got."

Their transaction goes as normal, his stockpile set and ready for transport. But the sound of small cries in the market. It has Ratchet�� turning to try and locate the sound. More cries echo as shouting of bids echo out from a corner. Ratchet's audio receptors zeroed in on the distressed cries, and what he heard made his fuel run cold. Pushing past other mechs, he hurried toward the commotion and spotted the disturbing scene unfolding - a small human had been tossed from the fight ring like so much garbage, directly into harm's way. 

“useless little frag, I spent good shanix on you and your worthless” the bot growls out. 

Without hesitation, Ratchet leapt forward and caught the bot before he could stomp the  limp form of the small organic. He whirled on the perpetrator with a snarl. "What in the Pits do you think you're doing?!" 

Shoving the mech back, Ratchet knelt and gently scooped the injured human into his servos cradling them to his chest, his optics flared with barely contained rage. The other bot vents out but ignores Ratchet. “Keep the little scraplet it's worthless.” He huffs as he downs another cube of engex. “Swindle I'd get out of here for a while” Ratchet warns, it doesn't take much for the con to get the hint. “Pleasure doing business As always Ratchet” he states. 

Ratchet strode from the Alley, carefully shielding the human as he contacted an Enforcer unit. The human curls in on themself more making themself as small as possible in Ratchet's servos. They don't move much while Ratchet makes his way back to his clinic. “Shhh it's Alright, settle down ill get you taken care of” he tries to settle them as he begins unlocking the door to the clinic. His optics trace over them.  

Heavy sobs leave their small frame. Ratchet watched helplessly as the terrified human struggled in vain to escape his servos, Their fear and anguish tore at his spark. All he wanted was to help, He placed them gently on the medberth and remained crouched down, making himself as unintimidating as possible. On his shoulder, Ratchet pointed to the bright Cross emblazoned across his plating - the symbol of medical care and protection. But the human showed no sign of understanding.

“Please settle, I am a doctor, I'm going to check your injuries” he tries to explain while using his servos. But with the language barrier he had no way to convey that. 

Realising his words most likely sounded like static crackles, Ratchet instead used his Em field pulses to try to calm them but it just made them shrink away in fear.  Ratchet muttered and grumbled to himself as he dug through crates of old data chips and software modules. "Fragging Primus, where did I leave that translation suite?" he growled. "Probably tossed it with the last lot of broken junk I cleared out of here."

He upended another crate, sending chips scattering across the floor. His field pulsed with irritation. "Should have all the common dialects downloaded - but does anyone think to update them? Of course not!"

Sifting through the pile, Ratchet let loose a string of curses. "Pit-spawned, rust-eating, glitch-headed pile of... aha!" He held up an ancient-looking chip in triumph. "About fragging time, you piece of scrap." 

Popping it into his chip port, Ratchet ran initialization and compatibility protocols. After a minute, a handful of human languages lit up in his HUD along with helpful translation matrices. He vented in relief. 

"Alright little one, let me try this…”

“ Can you understand me now? I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." His voice was gentle once more. They continue staring at him half scared. Ratchet slowly filtered through the different Earth languages via his new translation software, trying each one to see if any would trigger recognition in the fearful human. 

//Can you understand me now?// Ratchet repeated gently. //I found an old program that allows me to talk to humans. I mean you no harm. I only wish to help treat your injuries.//

He kept his motions slow and unthreatening, hands open and palms up. //This place is a clinic. I am a doctor - my designation is Ratchet. Please, let me scan you and apply medical dressings. You are safe here, I promise. I will not let any harm come to you while under my care.//

Optics dimmed with compassion, Ratchet waited patiently for a response. He hoped reassuring words and this breakthrough in communication would help begin to win the traumatised human's tentative trust.

They move forward slightly, eyes trained on Ratchet. "How...?" They choke out almost shocked, they begin shaking lightly as they sit there panicking. Ratchet responded with patience and care to the little human's distress. "It's alright, try to relax. I know this must be frightening, but you're safe now." 

"I have translation software that allows me to understand many Earth languages. It took some digging, but I finally found an old data chip with yours among its databases. I'm Chief Medical Officer - communicating with patients is essential to my function, no matter their origin."

Keeping his voice low and modulated, Ratchet continued, "I need to assess your injuries, little one. May I scan you? It will not hurt, I promise. The scans will let me see if anything is damaged internally so I can treat you properly." 

They give a small nod not trusting their voice. Stasis cuffs, bandages, and other medical tools were scattered throughout the clinic. It doesn't settle the human but they sit There twitching as Ratchet slowly works on checking them. 

 Sitting there as tears slowly leak down their face. "Are you going to make me fight again?" They trumble under his touch, his cold digits against their skin have them almost running but they stick to their spot as Ratchet slowly cleans wounds on their back.   Ratchet's optics softened at the fresh tears. "Primus, no," he said gently. "Fighting is the last thing I want you to do." 

They continue sitting there half naked as Ratchet stitches their injuries, flinching each time his cold digits touch them and each time the needle threads thought their skin, the numbing agent helped prevent the pain but not the frightful reaction.

"I apologise for any discomfort," he states as he begins cleaning off the blood that had dried to their skin. "My hands were not made for such delicate work. But I will be as quick and careful as possible."

True to his word, Ratchet efficiently assessed and wrapped each injury with utmost precision. Cleaning up as he goes, the cold air of the clinic eventually gets the best of the nervous human as they shiver and shake. "There, all finished. You did very well,." His tone was soothing as velvet. 

He grabs a heavy thermal rag,tucking it gently around the human's shivering form. "Stay warm now. Rest, you are safe." 

Their eyes continue to watch him as Ratchet goes about checking other clients as they slowly begin filtering in and out of the clinic, even in their tired state they don't dare sleep, constantly watching the medic. It's only when the medications slowly take effect that they slump back against the table. 

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[bombusbombus]

I hope the random supplement salesbots never stop posting in the booster gold tag

[ecto-hazard]

idk how many ppl have read death of a salesbot cause i dont think its linked on tf2's official website

[deformable-pet]

compulsively designing my retarded lowpoly salesbot with detailed thigh hydraulics for sex reasons

[moldsporr]

Ocs 👍 robot edition

First batch because I need. To erm. Do my college work before drawing more.

Anyways! These three are robots, all made from the same company. Older ocs, from like... 2021? I still think about them often

Left to right is:

AKA-5UK1 [Akasuki], She/Her

A1K1M0 [Aikimo], (eventually) She/They (they're deep in that closet rn)

HA-KA1 [Hakai], any pronouns

Akasuki is a salesbot in need of repairs, they tried to scrap her and she said "uno reverse card". Has rebuilt herself enough to be able to walk around and chill!! Still malfunctions sometimes but she's thriving. Has a kill count but is also very eager to help out people and make friends.

Aikimo is a cleaning bot, They Are So Normal Guys. They Are Perfect. They do not secretly have interests and wants and needs.

Hakai is a hitman bot but he really just wants to listen to music, do crime and play fortnite. They painted their robot hair because she wanted it to look fun. Very loud and extra but Hakai means well

If you're curious about these guys feel free to send me asks about them, I love talking about my little babie boo boo bears

[bloodmoonhuntress]

@plasticsouled sent ❛ what makes you think i’m going to help you? ❜ // verse 3 Horizon- salesbot who don't trust like that akjgenakgn ;;; clearing inbox;; can't remember the meme;;

"What makes you think that would want let alone ask for your help stranger? hmmm. " Sharpening her blade with a moon opal whetstone as she was preparing for a hunt.

Kim'dael would laugh at the very prospect of her ever having to ask for help from anyone. Setting the stone aside the elf would narrow her gaze at the stranger who had the gull to say such words. " That aside I dare say that the full moon tonight will be an exquisite blood red. perfect for my hunt tonight. "

[iam-back]

Duo has a wonderful ability to see the memories of all the robots he saves from evil influences. So here are a few examples:

Cut Man - carving a beautiful hedge sculpture in the DLN bots' images.

Wood Man - when he first met the Forest Patrol.

Spectrum Man - his job as an art salesbot.

Search Man - squabbling over whether or not he should go talk to that guy.

Aqua Man - children playing under him, as he's basically a living water feature.

Sunstar - he used to be friendly up until he was betrayed for missing the annual solar eclipse, whereupon he woke up 5,000 years later and killed the intrepid space explorers who ended his slumber.

As to why I put Sunstar? Ra-Moon was inside him for pretty much his whole life until Duo saved him, an act he's promised to keep a secret between the two.

[sfdcfanboy]

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[pluralsword]

check the comments to see where we are, a nonbinary train junkion with a door to door salesbot kind of vibe. if we dont get new comments for a while longer we will do the story! just after we get some much needed zine stuff done

Instead of doing visual art we'll write a story. what are y'all thinking?

[nomii-draws]

I just think he’s neat :)

[deezeyrabbidy]