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