 I watched helplessly as pictures Susan realpornaccess lost her soul to the machine. Standing there completely pictures impotent to act I watched her eyes realpornaccess, once so sparkling with life realpornaccess and joy realpornaccess and yes...love turn realpornaccess pale and milky like those of a dead fish in a meat market. This was realpornaccess what I had wanted so badly. What realpornaccess she realpornaccess had been willing to do to never lose me realpornaccess. But in attempting to become my realpornaccess perfect realpornaccess fantasy I instead beheld an animated silver corpse, which never could realpornaccess again give me the warmth realpornaccess of her love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She realpornaccess was the perfect lover, companion realpornaccess, would realpornaccess never displease or fail in realpornaccess anything asked of her realpornaccess. She was after all realpornaccess, programmed that way realpornaccess. But humanity cannot be programmed realpornaccess, a realpornaccess person can be programmed, but humanity realpornaccess, true caring and love can only be imitated within the limits of circuits and programming. I realpornaccess was realpornaccess suddenly very realpornaccess alone in the perfect relationship realpornaccess. And realpornaccess as time progressed, I came to understand that I had not realpornaccess only killed her; but like some ghoulish fiend, stole realpornaccess to the graveyard and desecrated pictures her corpse. Her cold metal corpse. And even worse yet I had played god and brought realpornaccess this beautiful realpornaccess abomination back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated her corpse to fulfill my demented needs. As she had demanded I do realpornaccess. I remembered pictures that she had wanted this, at least as much realpornaccess as I did. It was her fantasy too. To realpornaccess be powerless, helpless in her own body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot realpornaccess plaything realpornaccess. But the realities realpornaccess of the "real" world and the fantasy of fiction are not always the same or compatible realpornaccess. To tinker with the human realpornaccess brain, reprogram realpornaccess or realpornaccess alter it isn't so specific a process at our current realpornaccess level of technology realpornaccess as to pictures be able realpornaccess to pick selectively which things to alter. Realistically such technologies are still realpornaccess centuries away. So REAL world robotization or chemical mind control or any such procedures are more like lobotomizing the "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the sad reality. But she wanted to be realpornaccess mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful forever. Wanted to be half human/ half something realpornaccess from a sci-fi movie. The ultimate bondage slave was one who was bound inside herself. A slave in her own mind. The fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would be gone. We rationalized that some of realpornaccess her would remain pictures. Trapped in the fantasy. That being the fantasy. The thrill. The excitement. We proceeded joyfully, blindly.
 I wanted her comfort realpornaccess. Her love. And even though it is hard for a man to admit: sometimes sympathy realpornaccess when the day didn't go right. Small talk. The little intangible things one can only get from someone realpornaccess who really cares, senses our realpornaccess secret needs. The realpornaccess warmth of someone who cares realpornaccess. The frailty , the pain they feel FOR US when they can't help, but this itself helps. All this was gone pictures. What realpornaccess was missing was affection, love. Love love realpornaccess love... even macho guys really need it. Not something coldly realpornaccess, logically responding to physiological signs or pictures outward cues based on preset preprogrammed lines of code.. Love and emotional companionship were qualities that couldn't be broken pictures down realpornaccess into data.
 I was inside her. I was still a man. Though realpornaccess in a few second I would begin to pictures soften, weaken, begin to realpornaccess lose the realpornaccess most manly moment. I would realpornaccess lose all pretense that this was real. But for now realpornaccess her muscles held my part inside of her, MADE me realpornaccess last realpornaccess. Made realpornaccess me a mans man. It realpornaccess was then I thanked her. It was then I screamed.
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