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