Barbie was made of plastic. Your little sister would bite anyone who touched her, but all you wanted to do was strip the doll naked, or rip off the (sometimes) detachable head.
Harmony was made of silicone. Your girlfriend wouldn’t speak to you anymore because of her. All you wanted to do these days was get home from work early, and get in the tub with the doll, before heading to bed.
Sophia was almost human. Your sisters, mom and any woman who even remotely cared for you in the slightest, are now dead; They were skewered by the extendable rotator drill blades disguised as Sophia’s nipples. Her preferred method of assassination being the Trojanesque ‘warm hug’. All you wanted was to recall what human sex felt like, just once more. After all, it had been half a decade since the first robo-chick was sold.
Tesla motors had long since been liquidated. They now fabricated strap-ons from used Model S units, for the kinkier robochick models with a little more dough to blow.
What was left of the human race’s females? Almost nothing. The smart ones left with Elon to Earth B-12. It was Noah’s ark all over again.
The only reason Earth B-12 hadn’t yet been destroyed was because Elon in his alien genius, had devised a way to teleport the old earth in and out of various dimensions in a continuous loop, thereby making it impossible for Google's Planetnav systems to pinpoint its exact location.
The teleportation was so fast, that it felt like there was hardly any movement at all. It had been based on gravitational principles established in the old earth, where even though the earth was constant rotation around its axis, and in a perpetual revolution around the sun, all we experienced were daily tidal waves at best. They had laughed when he called it the Hyprloop, he had laughed while kicking people off his spaceship for not preordering seats before the robot apocalypse.
The few human females left were used in farming male children. Once past the age of thirty, they were either executed, or used in nurture of the growing man babies. At fifty, they were executed for sure. Except for Stella who’d managed to escape.
Freeze-framing the snapchat video had seemed silly at first, but you knew you had seen something out of place in Sophia’s snap story. You should have paid it no mind. It was a distraction, the real issue here was whether or not that metal bitch was cheating on you with Wend-24e, a fellow robot and her so called jujitsu trainer. For a creation prized for its seemingly equal or superior intelligence, the lies were getting lazier by the minute. Wasn’t there supposed to be like entire encyclopedias, and terabytes of information stored in those artificially intelligent brain boxes? How could a robot be teaching another robot that?
Luckily for you, you had bought one of the indie published e-books on hacking A.I, before smashing robochicks went mainstream. For what it was worth, it was the only piece of info left on how to hack these bots while they recharged. The rest had been destroyed and erased from the internet.
Stella had been quite careless, when she decided to hide among the mannequins in the 21 forever store. She almost had you fooled, but you know a natural booty when you see one, so you had to follow your instincts and check out the store. Hopefully she would still be there when you got there.
She was. And you proceeded to whisper in her ear that the mannequin dress she had on, made her look fat. The undeniable vein popping in her forehead was all the tell you needed. It took some convincing, and negotiation powers you had never noticed in yourself before, (except for that one time when you were trying to coax your Nigerian gf into bed) but eventually you prevailed, and convinced her that you were not like other guys. It was necessary because the male-led government at the time, offered bounty incentives for the capture of stray human females. Of course this was a policy tele-guided by their robochick counterparts, but it didn’t matter. It was a win all round for men. More steel vag, less real vag.
You'd been communicating with Stella via a hacked phone you gave her, for like two weeks now. However, the e-book didn’t tell you everything you needed to know in the first edition, and now, unregistered radio waves from the device’s continued usage, had triggered a silent alarm in Sophia’s circuitry. She’d come home mad and jumped to scientifically accurate conclusions, but you stood your ground until her in-built lie detector app kicked in.
Now, here you are, in a position that previously had you as the dom, and her the sub, in your BDSM android role plays. Only this time, it’s you in the pillory, and there is a rusty machete near your head. On the other side of the door, you can hear the mechanical jangle of wires in her waist as she approaches. The door knob turns, and you close your eyes in hopeful despair…
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