Robot Girl Who Makes Electronic Music That Injects Malicious Code Into Other Robot Girls To Make Them

robot girl who makes electronic music that injects malicious code into other robot girls to make them unable to stop singing it to their friends

call that an earworm

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messed up to prefer semi-automatic rifles over bolt-action. like. grow up. what, are you mad about cycling the ammo by deftly and lovingly pulling on your rifle's... no i shant say it. but you need to grow up. do you feel threatened by her? you want her to censor herself? you don't want to see her thing, you dont want to touch it and pull it and tug on it? and you dont want to top the chamber off to make sure youre ready to take the next shot? you dont want to see her like this, to hear the sound? once again... grow up. let her speak. think about it. really thinjk about it then get back to me.

imagine being an engineer so you make your own robot lover. but you dont really. know its ur lover yet.

you get to chat with it allll day and upgrade it whenever you want with the newest things... but it starts feeling so. intimate.

since when was getting your fingers on their wires so sensual? feeling the code and electricity running through them.. knowing that this - all of this - is all your creation? when did that become so nice to know?

you take pride in your creations, yeah, but maybe pride isnt the word you would find the robot trying to convey.

is it more lust?

when the little beeps become louder, the fan inside its torso powering itself harder when you touch specific components, seeing the limbs twitch and jerk as you play with the wires... its easier to get lost in the reactions than it is to focus on actually upgrading the thing.

it doesnt help the fact when their little charging stand is in your room. it used to be in the office. why did you bring it up here? maybe because you wanted it closer. maybe because you wanted it to see what youre doing on a more personal level. it *is* your creation anyway. maybe you moved it because you *need* to pull it into your bed sometimes.

then the charging stand turns into a small cable that detaches automatically when the robot is done charging. you can pull it into bed easier, feel the whirring under your fingertips, keep it and yourself warm with the blanket...

the need for warmth turns into the need for a little bit of pleasure. just a little.

grinding never hurt anyone, right?

especially not when the metal is just so smooth. when their own fingertips and palms come up to meet your own skin. when they start guiding you along.

when did they even get to learn this type of stuff?

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