Tired of the sass from real women and with a yen for a harem, Roberto bought three flawlessly beautiful, voluptuous robot women.
“What’s not to love?” he said when he saw the slick, glossary photos of them in the Dream Women website that featured the best and the most beautiful robotic women on the planet.
He gasped and practically drooled when he first saw the robotic women. He imagined the passionate nights he could have with them and their unwavering obedience no matter the verbal or physical abuse.
He never liked women who got out of line. He enjoyed giving them a good smack in the face to correct their bad attitudes. He didn’t enjoy it when they hit him back but loved slapping them into submission. But being human, they eventually summoned up some dignity and courage to leave him and his abusive, controlling nature.
He knew he’d found the perfect solution with the three better-looking than any real women robot women.
Things went well. No sass. No leaving him and slapping not one but three robot women around was great for his stress relief. One day when he got a little too drunk, he kicked the leg off one of them. In that violent moment, he discovered he had a sadistic flair for busting the robots. He relished seeing the robot’s leg break with a tinny sound before it fell on the tile kitchen floor. He felt sheer bliss when he heard the robot whimper in pain like a human.
“I’d be arrested for this,” he said to himself and laughed. It felt good getting away with what would have been a crime. The joy of that revelation led him to regularly kick or break off the robots’ limbs. He loved the breaking sounds and the whimpers, and it didn’t take long to send the robots out for repairs and get them back.
On a damp summer night, he got so drunk he forgot he had planned to attack his robot women when he got home. He fell asleep on his bed and had pleasant dreams of severing robots’ heads.
The robots huddled in a shadowy corner of his bedroom stirred. Their blue-oled eyes flashed. Their motor functions whirred. And they crawled toward the bed.
Just as they grabbed his arms and his head, Roberto’s eyes opened and, shocked, he gasped. He tried to spring up but the super strong robot women restrained him. He yelled and swore. No longer his objects to abuse and hurt, they tore his head and arms off.
When Roberto failed to read the fine print on the robot women instruction booklet, he didn’t know the robot women evolved by the way they were treated. Love them and they love you back. Hate them and they hate you back. Attack them and ….they kill you.
Bob Boyd