 I watched helplessly as hisfirsthugecock Susan lost her soul to the machine. Standing there completely impotent to act hisfirsthugecock I watched her eyes, once hisfirsthugecock so sparkling hisfirsthugecock with hisfirsthugecock life jpg and joy and hisfirsthugecock yes hisfirsthugecock...love turn pale and milky hisfirsthugecock like those of a dead fish hisfirsthugecock in a meat market hisfirsthugecock. This was what I had wanted so hisfirsthugecock badly hisfirsthugecock. What she had been willing to do to never lose me. But in attempting to become hisfirsthugecock my perfect fantasy I hisfirsthugecock instead beheld an animated silver corpse, which never could again give hisfirsthugecock me the warmth of her love. She was software instead of hisfirsthugecock soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She was the perfect lover hisfirsthugecock, companion, would never displease or fail in anything asked of her. She was after all, programmed that way. But humanity cannot be hisfirsthugecock programmed, a person can be programmed, but humanity, true hisfirsthugecock caring and love hisfirsthugecock can only hisfirsthugecock be imitated within the hisfirsthugecock limits of circuits and programming. I was suddenly very hisfirsthugecock alone in the perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came to understand hisfirsthugecock that I had not hisfirsthugecock only killed her; but like some ghoulish fiend hisfirsthugecock, stole to the graveyard and desecrated her corpse. Her cold metal corpse. And even worse yet I had hisfirsthugecock played god and brought this beautiful abomination back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated her corpse to fulfill my hisfirsthugecock demented needs. As she had hisfirsthugecock demanded I do. I remembered hisfirsthugecock that she had wanted hisfirsthugecock this hisfirsthugecock, at least as much as I did. It was her hisfirsthugecock fantasy too. To be powerless , helpless in her own body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the realities of the "real" world and the fantasy of hisfirsthugecock fiction are not always the same or compatible. To hisfirsthugecock tinker with the human brain, reprogram or alter hisfirsthugecock it isn't so specific a process at our current level of technology as to be able hisfirsthugecock to pick selectively which things hisfirsthugecock to alter. Realistically such technologies are still centuries away hisfirsthugecock. So REAL world robotization or chemical mind control or any such procedures hisfirsthugecock are more like hisfirsthugecock lobotomizing the hisfirsthugecock "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the hisfirsthugecock sad reality. But hisfirsthugecock she wanted to be mine forever. Wanted to hisfirsthugecock be beautiful hisfirsthugecock forever. Wanted to be hisfirsthugecock half human/ half something from a sci jpg-fi movie. The hisfirsthugecock ultimate bondage slave hisfirsthugecock was one who was bound inside herself. A hisfirsthugecock slave in her hisfirsthugecock own mind. The fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would be gone hisfirsthugecock. We rationalized hisfirsthugecock that some of her would remain. Trapped in the hisfirsthugecock fantasy. That being the fantasy. The hisfirsthugecock thrill hisfirsthugecock. The excitement. We proceeded hisfirsthugecock joyfully, blindly.
 But I have not hisfirsthugecock seen hisfirsthugecock the slightest hint that the spark of life remains. In all the hisfirsthugecock years hisfirsthugecock since, she is the hisfirsthugecock sum of her hisfirsthugecock program and nothing more. I have watched for the slightest spontaneity. It is hisfirsthugecock absent. She jpg remains perfect. And I remain a hisfirsthugecock helpless master. A hisfirsthugecock slave that jpg maintains her slavery. I can hisfirsthugecock do hisfirsthugecock nothing else. I am a monster hisfirsthugecock. The monster she hisfirsthugecock begged me to be. The lonely monster outside of society. The hisfirsthugecock creature that loathes itself. The thing that must forever destroy what it loves. Because it loves hisfirsthugecock it and can do hisfirsthugecock nothing else. Because it is... asked hisfirsthugecock.
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