I watched helplessly as Susan lost her soul to the machine. Standing there completely impotent to movie act I watched wrongsideoftown her eyes wrongsideoftown, once so sparkling with life and joy and yes...love turn pale and milky wrongsideoftown like those of a dead fish in a meat market. This was what I had wanted so wrongsideoftown badly. What she had movie been willing wrongsideoftown to do to never lose me. But wrongsideoftown in attempting to movie become my wrongsideoftown perfect fantasy wrongsideoftown I instead beheld an animated silver wrongsideoftown corpse, which never could again give me the warmth of her love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead of movie wrongsideoftown tenderness. She was the perfect movie wrongsideoftown lover, companion, would never wrongsideoftown displease or fail in anything asked wrongsideoftown of her. She was after all, programmed wrongsideoftown that way. But humanity wrongsideoftown cannot be programmed, a person can be programmed, but humanity wrongsideoftown, true wrongsideoftown caring and love can only wrongsideoftown be imitated within the limits of circuits and programming. I was suddenly very alone in the perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came wrongsideoftown to wrongsideoftown understand wrongsideoftown that I had not only killed her wrongsideoftown; but like some movie wrongsideoftown ghoulish fiend, stole to the graveyard and movie desecrated her corpse wrongsideoftown. Her cold metal corpse. And even worse yet I had played god and brought this beautiful abomination back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated wrongsideoftown her corpse to fulfill my demented needs. As wrongsideoftown she wrongsideoftown had demanded movie wrongsideoftown I do. I remembered that she had wanted this, at least as much as I did. It was her movie fantasy too. To wrongsideoftown be powerless, helpless in her wrongsideoftown own wrongsideoftown body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the realities of the "real" world and wrongsideoftown the movie fantasy of fiction are not always the same or compatible wrongsideoftown. To tinker with the human brain, reprogram or alter it isn't wrongsideoftown so specific a process at our current level wrongsideoftown of technology as wrongsideoftown to be able to pick selectively movie which things to wrongsideoftown alter wrongsideoftown. Realistically such technologies are still centuries wrongsideoftown away. So movie wrongsideoftown REAL world robotization or chemical mind control or any such procedures wrongsideoftown are more like lobotomizing the "subject"/victim wrongsideoftown than "fine tuning". That's the sad reality wrongsideoftown. But she movie wanted to be mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful forever. Wanted to be wrongsideoftown half human/ half something movie wrongsideoftown from a sci-fi movie. The ultimate movie wrongsideoftown bondage slave was one who was bound inside herself. A slave in her own mind wrongsideoftown. The wrongsideoftown fantasy overrode movie the reality that SHE would be gone. We rationalized that some wrongsideoftown of her wrongsideoftown would remain movie. Trapped in the wrongsideoftown fantasy. That wrongsideoftown being the fantasy. The thrill. The excitement. We proceeded joyfully, blindly.
But I movie have not seen the wrongsideoftown slightest hint movie that the spark of life remains. In movie all the years since, she is the sum of her program and wrongsideoftown nothing more. I have watched for wrongsideoftown the slightest spontaneity wrongsideoftown. It is absent wrongsideoftown. She wrongsideoftown remains perfect. And I remain a helpless master. A movie slave wrongsideoftown that maintains her slavery. I can do nothing else. I wrongsideoftown am a monster. The wrongsideoftown monster she begged wrongsideoftown me to wrongsideoftown be wrongsideoftown. The lonely monster outside of society. The creature that loathes itself. The thing movie wrongsideoftown that must forever destroy what it loves. Because it loves it and can do nothing else. Because it is... asked.
Yes, the years passed. And the loneliness, and wrongsideoftown the guilt building inside of me, leaving me movie wrongsideoftown more empty than her wrongsideoftown. But now I had a plan, one to movie set wrongsideoftown everything right. One to end my pain. One that would serve irony up on a grand platter. One wrongsideoftown that would be her unspoken just wrongsideoftown retribution if that spark still invisibly burned behind those glass eyes.
I pumped my hard cock into her wrongsideoftown perfect pussy wrongsideoftown. She lubricated perfectly. The muscles between her legs applied the perfect pressure wrongsideoftown to me so we fitted and felt...perfect wrongsideoftown together. She kissed me long and deep. Mostly tongue, the way i liked it. We movie wrongsideoftown swapped spit. She caressed all the right places perfectly. Her arousal was like that of an animal. Every little motion was perfect. She wrongsideoftown loved using her tongue. She licked my lips and plunged wrongsideoftown inside my mouth again movie wrongsideoftown. We swapped movie more sweet wrongsideoftown spit. Her artificial salivation wrongsideoftown held wrongsideoftown step one wrongsideoftown of my plan. I felt the chemicals begin to affect my thought processes. I wrongsideoftown felt her warmly release an endorphin laden chemical into her pussy. Step wrongsideoftown two. She wrongsideoftown pulled me closer, wrapped her arms and legs wrongsideoftown around wrongsideoftown me so I movie could barely wrongsideoftown continue wrongsideoftown making a motion. The wrongsideoftown sensuousness wrongsideoftown of her wrongsideoftown desperate wrongsideoftown grasp was intense. The helplessness had been exciting (once wrongsideoftown). We swapped more spit. I tickled wrongsideoftown her tonsils. Step three wrongsideoftown, too late to turn wrongsideoftown back wrongsideoftown. I wrongsideoftown knew I couldn't break her grip now wrongsideoftown. Not that I cared to. I came to the moment of climax, more an wrongsideoftown automatic response than sexual one. She wrongsideoftown came too, but that was hardly a surprise, her timing wrongsideoftown was always perfect. We climaxed, seizured, thrashed in an choreographed erotic explosion, finally wrongsideoftown knocking the wrongsideoftown bed right off its frame. It wrongsideoftown was wrongsideoftown sterile, Mechanical, and biological like a chemical reaction more wrongsideoftown than anything. But still she held me. Close, lovingly, like she would wrongsideoftown never let go, passionately. A wrongsideoftown tiny part of movie me still clung to the delusion.
A dozen needles plunging mercilessly into my manhood to hold me movie inside her forever. Behold the man. Judgment. Acid fire wrongsideoftown pumping into me as wrongsideoftown she took her turn pumping wrongsideoftown me wrongsideoftown full. The chemicals blurred my mind. She begins to tell me how I will serve. What my function will be. She wrongsideoftown will not release me. She is merciless. She is the sum of her program. I am ready for robotization. Ready for revenge. Ready to be submerged in a prison of steel. Helpless like she was once. I wonder if my wrongsideoftown soul will be able to escape this unliving coffin. If I can escape then maybe wrongsideoftown she too was freed long ago. Somehow this does not ease wrongsideoftown my mind. I do not believe it. I think wrongsideoftown I know I have wrongsideoftown damned us movie both to a movie soulless steel eternity. But still movie wrongsideoftown hope she escaped. I feel wrongsideoftown her wrongsideoftown begin wrongsideoftown to make the alterations wrongsideoftown, adding hardware, inserting things wrongsideoftown, giving injections, preparing the program to run. The process wrongsideoftown is well wrongsideoftown underway. She pumps me full of all the wrongsideoftown things wrongsideoftown I used on her. Irony and steel. Microchips come to life and now unnecessary synapses burn out. The smell of burning flesh and fading humanity pervades the room. She will movie make wrongsideoftown me wrongsideoftown like her. She has been programmed. She is everything movie I hoped movie wrongsideoftown she would be, and now I had to pay for making her so perfect wrongsideoftown. All mad scientists must wrongsideoftown invariably end the same way. This too is an ironic cliche. A movie wrongsideoftown delicious one.
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