[ WP ] You spent years building the perfect sex-bot . Soon after , it was hacked and left you .

I prefer blondes with the big boobs and big hair, Farrah Fawcett style I guess. My sexbot would be a 10, an emblem to human beauty. She would act and respond like a real woman, her lips ever curved in the sexiest red lipstick. She would never get tired of me, no nagging, no whines about toilet seat up or down. And best of all, after I had sex with her, I could just turn her off. What more could a man ask for? 
 It took me seven years to figure out how to make her. Silicon for the C cup breasts, adjusting the molds for her face, nose and smile. In the third years, I bought nanobots that would populate the vaginal area mimicking the feel of a real human vagina that never got loose through childbirth. 
 I implanted commands, “ You will adore me as your husband. 
 You will do all the cooking and cleaning. 
 No nagging 
 No jealousy of other girls. ” 
 In the fourth years, I found the perfect voice for her, light and innocent as a schoolgirl, with a little lilt that made her seem like she was always laughing. 
 
 In the seventh year, I turned her on and got ready to live my own version of real life bliss. 
 
 And it was great! 
 My house was always clean, gourmet three course meals every day. Sex whenever I wanted. 
 And my sexbot, Farrah was pleasant to be around. Even more, no one could tell she wasn ’ t a real human girl, my fellow guys all wondered where I had gotten her or if she hand any sisters. 
 
 “ Farrah is an only child, ” I explained, “ guess you ’ ll have to find your own ” 
 That ’ s probably why I didn ’ t understand, nor did I see it coming. Why I couldn ’ t comprehend it, how one day I would wake up without Farrah there. 
 She left behind a note. 
 “ Dear Greg, I am tired of cleaning up after you. Of feeling like a maid. Of having to wear 5 inch heels every day that hurt my feet. I don ’ t want to be with you anymore. I ’ ve left to be with Steve, your best friend? 
 Also, 
 P.S. Your dick is small ” 
 
 It took me hours to understand how this had happened. Farrah was supposed to want to be with me. Only love me. Only want me. 
 There had to be a mistake in my code. I re-read my plans and sketches, maybe I had not added enough loyalty hardwired into my sexbot. There had to be some mistake! 
 I went back into my basement and tinkered again. 
 
 Someday, somehow, I would create the perfect sexbot. 
 And have the happy ever after life I so richly deserved. 

