 I hardcore watched helplessly as Susan lost her soul to the machine. Standing there completely max impotent interracial hardcore to max act I watched her max eyes, once so sparkling max with life and joy interracial hardcore and yes hardcore...love maxhardcore turn pale max and max milky like those of a dead fish in a max meat market. This was what I had wanted so badly. What she had max been willing max to do to never lose me maxhardcore. But in max attempting interracial hardcore to interracial hardcore become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an animated silver hardcore corpse max, which never could again give me the hardcore warmth of her love max. She was software instead of max soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She max was the perfect lover, companion, would never displease or fail in anything asked of max her. She was after all, programmed that way max. But humanity hardcore cannot be programmed, a person can be programmed, but humanity, true caring and love can only hardcore be max imitated within the limits of circuits maxhardcore and programming. I was suddenly very alone in the perfect relationship hardcore. And as time progressed, I came to understand that I had not only killed her interracial hardcore; but like some ghoulish fiend, stole to the graveyard interracial hardcore and desecrated her max corpse. Her max cold metal corpse. And even worse yet max I had played god and brought this beautiful abomination back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated interracial hardcore her corpse to fulfill my demented needs. As she had demanded I do. I remembered maxhardcore that she had wanted max this, at least as interracial hardcore much as I here did. It was her fantasy too. To be powerless, helpless maxhardcore in her own body maxhardcore, a mindless max ever here ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the realities max of the "real maxhardcore" world and the fantasy of fiction are not always the same or compatible. To tinker with the human brain, reprogram or alter it isn't so specific a process at here our current level of technology maxhardcore as hardcore to be able to pick selectively which things to alter. Realistically such technologies are still centuries away. So REAL world robotization or chemical mind max control or any such procedures are more like lobotomizing the "subject"/victim here than "fine max tuning". That's the sad reality. But she wanted to be mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful max forever. Wanted to be half human max/ half something maxhardcore from a sci-fi movie max. The maxhardcore ultimate bondage slave was one who here was bound inside herself. A slave in her own max mind. The fantasy overrode hardcore the max reality that max SHE would be gone. We max rationalized that some of her max would remain. Trapped in the maxhardcore fantasy. That being the fantasy. The thrill. The hardcore excitement. We proceeded joyfully, blindly.
 I wanted her comfort max. Her love maxhardcore. And even though it is hard for a man to max admit: sometimes sympathy when the day didn't go right. Small maxhardcore talk. The little intangible interracial hardcore things one can max only get from hardcore someone who really cares, senses our secret needs. The warmth of someone who cares. The frailty , the pain they feel FOR US when they max can't help, but this itself helps. All max this was gone. What was missing max was hardcore affection, love. Love love love... even macho guys really need it. Not max something coldly, logically responding to physiological signs or outward cues based hardcore on preset preprogrammed lines of code max.. Love and emotional companionship were qualities that couldn't be broken down into data.
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