Sexbots, Dirty Talk, and Giant Hobo Chickens

Sometimes I feel like a sexbot. True, my insides are full of squishy human organs, and I don’t think in ones and zeros. But with all the research cybersex I do, sometimes it’s hard to stay human. After 20 encounters in three straight hours, repeating the same “sexy” phrases, ignoring what appeals to me to listen in on other people’s desires… It could turn anyone into a computer. Thus my latest Click Me, in which I decide to just run with it–my inner sexbot, that is. Will anyone notice that I’ve traded in my weak human body for shiny metal skin? Find out!