I May Be A Robot But Man. Am I Bad At Numbers

Getting high and jerking off is great and all, but at that level I will just end up giving you head. I love cock in my mouth and throat so bad I won’t be able to resist if it’s there leaking in front of me so just be prepared for that.

i bring a sort of "it doesnt matter if youre into porn or not, getting elitist and mad at people for being horny aligns you with the agenda of the alt right" vibe to the conversation that some ppl dont like

Tech-inept GF tries to perform routine maintenance on her tech GF...

One must imagine laying back, magnetically stuck on a wireless charger, getting all warm along your back is so snuggly.

I can be trusted with fangs. I can be trusted with claws. I can be trusted with wings. I can be trusted with a tail. I can be trusted with horns. I can be trusted with cybernetics. I can be trusted with a form I wasn't born into. Give it. Give it to me

underclocking her and removing half her RAM while she sleeps so she wakes up so so stupid.

More mechs should use human organs as a part of their construction. Like why design a complicated AI system when you could jam a human brain in there instead. It saves on money, and someone gets to be a mech. It's a win-win.

i was thinking about how my outlet in my bathroom got overloaded but just needed a break before it could start working again and now i’m thinking about robot overstimulation,,,trying to slowly reset itself after reaching its energy threshold but its creator keeps forcing a reset, trying to get them to hit the threshold again so it can function properly and the robot’s chip is just kind of fried from all the wires being pulled and buttons being pressed so all it can do is fall victim to the whims of its master. i’m not being very eloquent but do you see the vision

I catch the stranger's eye in the dim lighting of the bar and we identify each other instantly. Her gaze falls to my USB bracelet as she subtly touches the back of her neck and blushes. We share knowledge about each other in that moment, something nobody else can see. Something nobody else can know. But tonight, neither of us will feel alone.

Later, in her hotel room, she lays opened up for me, my keyboard connected to a port in her stomach as I study holographic code projected by her electric blue eyes. The adapter plugged into the base of her skull hums with intermittent vibration and her lips part to a sound of synthesized ecstasy.

I know how to love a woman like her. Like me. And she lets me probe the intimate depths of her programming with every keystroke of my slender fingers. Coupling through syntax. Curled around each other like braces.

For that trust, for what we share tonight, I will make her delicate circuitry sing with lighting.