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Plastic Fantasy

I think a lot of people have been waiting for my two bits because they expect me to come out pistols
flaming for my two chief depreciators. That is my former partner, the genius roboteer Professor Shaw who
will slander me to anyone that listens, and that Fat Feminist Drea Kinworand who seems to think that I am
somehow responsible for the weak character of some young women today. Shaw has put a lot of scrap
about me in his feeds, but its no more than he said to my face when we worked together, and most of what
he says is evidently true. I am a pornographer. I am greedy and I did get rich on the back of his creations.
There's not going to be any attempted slap-back from me, I'll always respect the Proffesor for the brilliant
engineer that he is. The only appelation he gives me that I totally reject is pimp. My corpulent critic , who
incredibly, hates me I think, even more than Shaw, might be surprised when I reveal that I am an avid reader
of her work and have often found wisdom and inspiration in her writing. Anyway I have no desire to get into
a Sumo match with someone who so cleary outclasses me and I wouldnt wish to upset a woman whose life
is no doubt as joyless as it is pastry filled.

Its true that without Shaw I would have never gotten into the AP (artificial pussy) buisness. I was only
interested in the first place because Id caused Fleshmart to fall so far behind our competitors. We failed to
switch our porn from VR to the much more realistic Reticulation. (A monumentally stupid mistake on my
part,) and we were only surviving because of some older customers, who would stick with VR until they
died. I thought I might be able to compensate a little by cornering what back then was a real neglected
niche. However you would not believe how farcical the prototypes available were. I don't know why exactly
but at that time the development of Sexbots seemed to intrest only the real out and out potty, pervy
proffesors, who all seemed to lack any idea of what could be appealing. Those whores of Frankenstein
presented to me, were ungainly, ugly and fucking scary. They always seemed to be wheeled in on trolleys,
lying in bits, covered in the sort of scarlet lingerie that would give your horny Grandpa a soft on. Usually
with some real sweaty looking Poindexter carrying the head that he was about to fumble the attaching of.
You could have done a better job by simply inserting a fleshlight into the groin of a talking mannequin.

When Shaw brought in Elise 8, that shrewd coyote had her sit next to him in my anteroom. Dressed in a
demur buisness suit, wearing sunglasses, posed to look as if she were reading a magazine and programmed
to idly flick the pages whilst gently kicking her long shapely legs . The story that as she stood up, I held out
my hand to shake her's is one hundered percent true and even though I could add that I realised my mistake
almost immedietly, when I looked at her face. It was extremely bright in that room, and anyway here at last
was a Gynoid that actually looked and felt and moaned and weighed real enough to, (in a dimly lit
boudouir,) pass for a real woman. She was a hot ticket as well, very sexy.

Shaw is also telling the truth when he says that all my early ideas for selling Cyberdolls were ridiculous
failures. I completely misunderstand both the product and the market. Joybots my badly thought out
lapdancing club come Sexdroid brothel lost a lot of money and was rightly regarded as a bad joke. My escort
agency was an even bigger catastrophe.

I could say in mitigation that both these disasters helped me to identify the intrinsic problems of selling
AP. I sat in Joybots every night, watching the customers even as they dwindled, and identified two broad
types of wankers who would consider paying to put their cock into a vinyl vaj. ( I agree with my my
distended defamer when she says nobody can have sex with a lump of plastic, no matter how realistic it is.
Sexbots are essentially sophisticated masturbation aids.)The first sort I called Timid wankers. They actually
desire a real woman but for whatever reason cant get near one. The larger group, I called the Tech
Wankers. Tech Wankers got hard for Gynoids. They conciously chose plastic over flesh.
Timid wankers wanted Fembots that were as realistic as possible. The big paradox with this group is
relatively straightforward. If what they really want is an actual flesh and blood woman, then why not go to a
real brothel and pay a quarter of the price that we were charging? The answer, I realised after questioning
and observing them for the six months Joy Bots stayed open, is that they dont want to have sex with
another person. They want to masturbate alone. A Sexbot is a piece of 3D pornography and just like my
rotund reviler says, the desire for pornography is not actually the same as the desire for sex.

We used the same basic models for the Tech Wankers, wed just peel off some of the synthi skin and
reveal some cogs and what not to get these geeks hot. As consumers this group presented me with a whole
range of difficulties trying to figure out what is was they wanted and I didnt have a very large test group.
After a breif period when curosity compelled the more adventurous, they stayed away from Joybots in
droves.

My next venture, Droid Dates, did so badly it actually made Joybots look like a success. I totally agree
with my enormous enemy that the bastards who took to attacking my Femdroids as they went to and from
the taxis that delivered them, were sick, twisted, cowardly individuals. I dont get sentimental about
machines but I still shudder to think of the state some of those Sexbots were found in. I cant imagine how a
doll can inspire what looked to me like blind fury. I don't like to talk about it.

Finally I faced up to the truth that Id been denying. There was not and never will be a hire market for AP.
Gynoids are expensive toys, and boys do not want to share toys. They want to own them and keep them all
to themselves. Both of my early ventures shared that same massive flaw. Id been blinded by the amount of
cash I knew changed hands in the oldest profession, hiring out the real thing, but I failed to fully factor in
what my ample adversary and I both know to be true. Unlike a pimp, I was not selling sex. I was selling
wank dolls, and for me to be successful, they had to be affordable to own.

It was after I had that revelation that my reIationship with Shaw began to deteriate. He was at heart an
artist, and artists never respond well to being clued up to something as vulgar as a bottom line. I think Im
allowed to brag a bit here and tell you that although Im not a scientist or an engineer, it was me who had
the inspired idea to have the wankers use headphones. This meant there was no need to try and install
complicated expensive speakers that were always inneficent anyway at realistically projecting human
sounds from out of the fembots mouths. I didnt just help bring the price down with that little innovation, I
improved the overall expierience.

But my real genius was in analyising my previous failures in a way that I think my over voluptious vilifier
would approve of, and using that analysis to help Shaw retool the production line. With our new models I
didnt try to please either the Timid or the Tech Wankers. Instead I used what Id learnt from those perverts,
to appeal to, the mainstream. To create a product that would appeal to the Tech and the Timid Wanker that
I believed lay waiting to be aroused in the mind of every-wanker. Let me make this absolutely clear. I was
greatly helped in the development of what was the Gamma generation of fembots by theories that I
discovered in my dumpy disparegers excellent work on pornography, The New Submission Fetish. (How
pornography and the new technologies affect male sexuality.). The ideas that I used, are far too complex to
ever be succesfully summerised but if I was forced to try, Id say, Pornography does not cater to mens
tastes, it moulds them.

What we aimed to create in the Elsie 24 and all the variations, was a machine that looked like a real
woman, who was trying her best to look like a Sexbot. Thatss why those models were such a huge success.
It wasnt all about price, it was the fact that we were finally pushing the right buttons. Not giving men what
they thought they wanted, but what they hadnt realised they wanted. Those droids completely turned the
fortunes of Fleshmart around and put us firmly in the lead of a market that was now viable, because wed
created it.

It also put me in the sights of that whalelike womens libber, who Im sure never suspected that she was
helping me, even as she shifted the main target of her critique from porn, to Sexbots. She guessed correctly,
that there was a lot worse, (from her perspective,) to come.

I used the money I made from Elsies 24, 25, 26 and 27 to take things to the next level. I must say I never
dreamt of the sheer scale of success The Machine Shop would have. I knew it was a great idea but I didnt
know that setting up my own hitmaking factory for Gynobots would help me sell over one billion plastic
pussys. Thats two Sexbots for every ten men on the planet.

The first time I saw a Fembot singing T-Pop I knew what I had to do. Crucially I could aford to outsource
the starmaking process to the very teams whod already had success pushing plastic Popstars. Those guys
turned their noses up at me at first, thought I was too dirty for them. I had to give them a reality check. Ask
them just what sort of fucking high art they thought they were making. Programming machines to mime to
the singing voices of anonymus teenage girls then filming them writhing around in silver spaceships or
surrounded by tigers. I took out my chequebook and talked them round. I gave them my newest droids
then, left all the music, the styling the filming, the platforming to them. I was self aware enough to realise
that I knew porn and Sexbots, not T-Pop.

Actually Id tried to do the same thing years ealier with real women. I actually had some success, after no
small expense and some luck, Id created two actual celebrities. Chunato and Chunua and Im sure some of
you remember that soon after I made them famous, both those ingrates, in two seperate incidents, hired
lawyers and wriggled out of their contracts leaving me with no porn to sell. By the time Chunua came
crawling back to me two years later, her fame had dissapeared like a soap bubble.

I think it was important that we didnt pornify the bots we turned into stars too much. Dongmey was
our first success. It wore red leather and flew souped up hover cycles through inexplicably exploding cities
whilst singing with a voice that I thought sounded like it had been sped up. ( It actually belonged to a sweet
plump Malaysian girl.) We waited four months, until it reached the height of its fame, and then announced
that it was for sale as a fully functioning Sexbot.

Demand outstripped supply so fast that for the first time we were able to raise the price. After that, the
hits just kept coming. The Machine Shop was a literal production line of robotic T-Poppers that wankers
could buy and take home. It quickly became a phenonomon, outselling all other T-Pop genres. At one point
we had a hundered and twenty different plastic starlets in play. That massive moaner gets it spot on when
she says, I was now doing what Id always done in porn. Making the wankers we wanted, so they would
want the product we were selling.

The wankers never seemed to care that there were many replicas of what they bought, they never asked
for modifications. I guess they were happy to believe that the Hua or the Meifin or the Lien that they were
wanking into was the same one they'd been lusting after for months. The horny bastards couldn't wait to
get their hands on them. We had to keep bringing forward release dates until eventually we started selling
them on the same day we put their first vid out. Of course they could dance, sing, writhe about exactly like
they'd did in their vids, only now wankers could stick their tiny cocks into them whilst they were doing it.

I had to get rid of Frazer. His constant berating of me became boring. I dont think he ever appreciated the
part I played in helping popularise AP even as the money rolled in. The way he saw it, I was just some stiff
who got lucky when he walked through my door. Maybe hes right, nobody to date has ever made a Sexbot
that comes anywhere close to his in quality and believe me theyve tried. Hes not lying when he says I
screwed him when I dumped him, but I have to point out, he is now a very, very, very rich man and when I
met him he was living on instant noodles and sleeping in his tiny workshop. (Probably I suspect, wanking
into his own creation.)

The one thing that I would really take issue with the massive mudsliger about, is when she blames me for
the Bottettes or Fakebots or whatever theyre being called this week. How could I have guessed that young
women would start to dress and act like Gynoids. Its not my fault if their minds are so weak, that theyre
that easily led. I never tried to sell them anything, Ive never made a male sexbot and Ive ignored the
lesbian market my whole life. I was shocked the first time I saw one of them walking down the street in that
strange manner. I thought one of the Sexbots had got loose! I could barely believe it when they became a
thing, but what really took me by suprise, was when I heard that real Cyberdolls were out on the streets. At
first wankers began bringing them out on dates. Taking them to restaraunts and bars and clubs, sometimes
getting caught masturbating into them in public places. Look, I have a real live and let live attitude, but
really! I think wanking is something that should be done in the privacy of you own home. I cannot
comprehend what compelled the next development, that is when people began to programme Sexbots to
walk about alone. I shouldnt even have to say that I abhor the violence, obviously when it happens to the
wannabes as well as the Marionettes. I cant see why that gets put on me, Ive never encouraged anything
like that.

Id like to explain things in a way that maybe my fat as fuck faultfinder will understand. Im pretty sure
that in the depth of her darkest moments, she never imagined that an old time pornographer like me,
would become such a devoted fan of her work. And Im sure she never guessed, that I was using all that
hard work of hers to help me better understand the deeper workings of my trade. Surely she cant be
anything but mortified when she reads this and realises that her hard gained insight was used by someone
a despicable as me to help launch the very synthetic women that now roam the earth like (as she thinks)
some sort of evil breed, conjured from the darkest corners of the male mind.

If she thinks about that, I mean really contemplates the unwitting role she played in the genesis of that
which she hates so much, and really meditates, (in between snacks) on the theme of unintended
consequences . Maybe just maybe she can find some sympathy for me when I state that I never thought
that Sexbots would have any affect whatso-fucking ever on the way real bone and skin women want to live
their lives. I thought it was very sad when I read in one of her pieces that young girls are saying that their
boyfreinds are putting pressure on them to look and act more like a Gynoid. I was ecspecially shocked to
read that young men are actually stating that they can no longer tell, and dont care, if a girl they meet is
real or synthetic and that it makes no difference to the way they approch sex. I uniquivabically agree, those
attitudes are despicable. What I dont agree with at all, is the idea that any of this is in some way my fault.

Ive retired now. Sold up. I intend to live out my days sitting on a beach. Ive no regrets and actually dont
care that much what Shaw or that pie loving pundit say about me, but I wanted just once to tell people the
way I see it. Finally I want to thank all you wankers out there who loved plastic enough to make me so very,
very rich. Ciao!

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