The other day I went to this exhibition where they had all kinds of mechanical devices and I spotted this female cyborg. I knew when I first saw her on the showroom floor that she was made for me. I took her home and dressed her up in polyester. Although she was emotionless and cold as ice, she was all of the things I like: The way she looked, the way she moved, the sounds she was making in ultra-chrome, latex and steel. I plugged her in and dimmed the lights. I tried to resist her perfect skin and plastic kiss. When we touched I felt hallucinated and tranquilized. I understood from that point forward my private life would be subject to investigation once people heard about our deviation. But she never looked so good after wearing the fake fur and fake pearls for me.
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