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I watched helplessly as Susan lost her soul streetstrippers to the machine streetstrippers. Standing welcome there completely impotent to act I streetstrippers watched her eyes, once so sparkling with life and joy and yes...love turn pale and milky streetstrippers like those of a dead fish in a meat market. This was what I had wanted so welcome badly. What she had been willing to do to never lose me. But in attempting to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an animated silver streetstrippers corpse, which streetstrippers never could again give me the warmth of her love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She welcome was the perfect lover, companion, would never streetstrippers displease or fail in anything asked of her. She was after all, programmed that way. But streetstrippers humanity cannot be programmed, a streetstrippers person can be programmed, but humanity, true caring and love can only be streetstrippers imitated streetstrippers within the limits of streetstrippers circuits and programming. I was suddenly streetstrippers very alone in the streetstrippers perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came to understand that I had not only killed her; but like some ghoulish fiend streetstrippers, stole to the streetstrippers graveyard and desecrated her corpse. Her cold streetstrippers metal corpse. And welcome even worse yet I had played god and brought this beautiful streetstrippers abomination back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated her corpse to fulfill my demented needs streetstrippers. As she had demanded I do streetstrippers. I remembered streetstrippers that she streetstrippers had wanted this, at least as much as I did. It was her fantasy too. To be powerless, helpless streetstrippers in her own streetstrippers body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the realities of the "real" world and the fantasy of fiction are not always the same or compatible . To tinker with the streetstrippers human brain, reprogram or alter it isn't so specific a streetstrippers process at our current level streetstrippers of technology streetstrippers as to be streetstrippers able to pick selectively streetstrippers which things to alter. Realistically such technologies are still centuries away. So REAL streetstrippers world robotization or chemical mind control or any such procedures are more like lobotomizing the streetstrippers "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the sad reality. But she wanted streetstrippers to be mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful forever. Wanted to be half human/ half something from a streetstrippers sci-fi movie. The ultimate bondage slave was streetstrippers one streetstrippers who was bound inside streetstrippers herself. A slave in her own mind streetstrippers. The fantasy streetstrippers overrode the streetstrippers reality streetstrippers that SHE would be gone welcome. We rationalized that some of her would remain streetstrippers. Trapped in the fantasy. That being the fantasy. The streetstrippers thrill. The excitement. We proceeded joyfully streetstrippers, blindly.
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