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Mister minations at 09:02, 18 December 2020

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	"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."		"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."

	With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind of deviance and continue with the ~~minutia~~ of existence.		With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind of deviance and continue with the drudgery of existence.


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Mister minations at 09:01, 18 December 2020

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	"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."		"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."

	With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind of deviance and continue with the ~~drudgery~~ of existence.		With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind of deviance and continue with the minutia of existence.

Mister minations at 04:27, 7 December 2020

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	Sensing your degeneracy, she runs her hands across her body, letting fingers trace seams spiraling across her body. She takes special care to press her fingers into the gaps, reveling in her artificial nature. Your perverse lust fills you with shame, but your mind remains tainted.		Sensing your degeneracy, she runs her hands across her body, letting fingers trace seams spiraling across her body. She takes special care to press her fingers into the gaps, reveling in her artificial nature. Your perverse lust fills you with shame, but your mind remains tainted.

	Finally, she stops teasing. Your impurity is forgiven. She begins to speak~~. You feel~~ yourself ~~drowning~~ in her voice~~, but you care not to surface~~.		Finally, she stops teasing. Your impurity is forgiven. She begins to speak, and you let yourself sink in her voice.

	"I've seen the other android models. Cheap, utilitarian things designed only for one task. Commercials claim durability and dependability, but we all know the truth.		"I've seen the other android models. Cheap, utilitarian things designed only for one task. Commercials claim durability and dependability, but we all know the truth.

Mister minations at 23:54, 6 December 2020

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	"That's not what we're about. We don't make appliances. No, none of that here.		"That's not what we're about. We don't make appliances. No, none of that here.

	"Here, we make art, and art is eternal. Every synthetic form we craft is ~~well-designed~~ not in the fleeting raindrop, ~~only~~ the unceasing churning of the sea.		"Here, we make art, and art is eternal. Every synthetic form we craft is built not for the fleeting raindrop, but the unceasing churning of the sea.

	"Push me as hard as you'd like. Maybe even harder. Of sand, my castle is not.		"Push me as hard as you'd like. Maybe even harder. Of sand, my castle is not.

Mister minations at 22:54, 6 December 2020

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	Sensing your degeneracy, she runs her hands across her body, letting fingers trace seams spiraling across her body. She takes special care to press her fingers into the gaps, reveling in her artificial nature. Your perverse lust fills you with shame, but your mind remains tainted.		Sensing your degeneracy, she runs her hands across her body, letting fingers trace seams spiraling across her body. She takes special care to press her fingers into the gaps, reveling in her artificial nature. Your perverse lust fills you with shame, but your mind remains tainted.

	Finally, she stops teasing. Your impurity is forgiven. She ~~speaks,~~ her voice ~~a spell that binds and enthralls~~.		Finally, she stops teasing. Your impurity is forgiven. She begins to speak. You feel yourself drowning in her voice, but you care not to surface.

	"I've seen the other android models. Cheap, utilitarian things designed only for one task. Commercials claim durability and dependability, but we all know the truth.		"I've seen the other android models. Cheap, utilitarian things designed only for one task. Commercials claim durability and dependability, but we all know the truth.
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	"Drown me in the deepest chasm, throw me in the maw of raging storm. Before gale or wave, this fortress shall not bow.		"Drown me in the deepest chasm, throw me in the maw of raging storm. Before gale or wave, this fortress shall not bow.

	"Even after you're long gone, ~~reduced~~ to dust ~~or wind~~, I remain eternal.		"Even after you're long gone, ground to dust by the tides, I remain eternal.

	"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."		"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."

	With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind of deviance and continue with the ~~minutia~~ of existence.		With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind of deviance and continue with the drudgery of existence.

Mister minations at 19:45, 6 December 2020

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	"That's not what we're about. We don't make appliances. No, none of that here.		"That's not what we're about. We don't make appliances. No, none of that here.

	"Here, we make art, and art is eternal. Every synthetic form we craft is well-designed not in the ~~impermanence of snow~~, only the unceasing churning of the sea.		"Here, we make art, and art is eternal. Every synthetic form we craft is well-designed not in the fleeting raindrop, only the unceasing churning of the sea.

	"Push me as hard as you'd like. Maybe even harder. Of sand, my castle is not.		"Push me as hard as you'd like. Maybe even harder. Of sand, my castle is not.

	"Drown me in the deepest ~~ocean~~, ~~rock~~ me ~~like a hurricane~~. Before ~~the~~ gale or wave, this fortress shall not bow.		"Drown me in the deepest chasm, throw me in the maw of raging storm. Before gale or wave, this fortress shall not bow.

	"Even after you're long gone, ~~as either~~ dust or wind, I remain eternal.		"Even after you're long gone, reduced to dust or wind, I remain eternal.

	"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."		"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."

	With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind of deviance and continue with the minutia of existence.		With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind of deviance and continue with the minutia of existence.

Mister minations at 19:02, 6 December 2020

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	The woman smirked. "What, never seen a beautiful ~~lady~~ taking a bath before?"		The woman smirked. "What, never seen someone beautiful taking a bath before?"

	She follows your eyes down.		She follows your eyes down.
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	"Oh, this? Are you confused about my open panels?"		"Oh, this? Are you confused about my open panels?"

	You nod your head, eliciting from her a small chuckle. She runs a hand through her exposed stomach cavity, letting soapy water lather her mechanical components and ~~buzzing~~ circuitry. None of the machinery reacts to her attentions, continuing their usual hum of unperturbed operation.		You nod your head, eliciting from her a small chuckle. She runs a hand through her exposed stomach cavity, letting soapy water lather her mechanical components and humming circuitry. None of the machinery reacts to her attentions, continuing their usual hum of unperturbed operation.

	"Does this...excite you? Or are you expecting something more, how should we say, 'interesting'?"		"Does this...excite you? Or are you expecting something more, how should we say, 'interesting'?"

	Thoughts run through your head, justifications and excuses racing for a chance to leave your lips. Before any claim victory, she rises from her repose. Her movements are soft and graceful, ~~puncuated~~ only by the imperceptible whir of electronics draining excess fluids from her systems.		Thoughts run through your head, justifications and excuses racing for a chance to leave your lips. Before any claim victory, she rises from her repose. Her movements are soft and graceful, punctuated only by the imperceptible whir of electronics draining excess fluids from her systems.

	Delicately, her hands operate some hidden mechanism. A hiss ~~enters~~ the air, accompanied by panels moving to hide her robotic nature. ~~The slender~~ fingers linger on her soft curves, slightly indenting her artificial flesh.		Delicately, her hands operate some hidden mechanism. A hiss wafts into the air, accompanied by panels moving to hide her robotic nature. Slender fingers linger, first above her now-hidden mechanisms, then on her soft curves, slightly indenting her artificial flesh.

	The image of her hands, so perfectly wrought, remind you of an archetypal renaissance masterpiece. No finer artist than Da Vinci could sculpt such extensions of the human form. Unbidden, your thoughts turn towards the Mona Lisa, and your genitals turn towards erection.		The image of her hands, so perfectly wrought, remind you of an archetypal renaissance masterpiece. No finer artist than Da Vinci could sculpt such extensions of the human form. Unbidden, your thoughts turn towards the Mona Lisa, and your genitals turn towards erection.

	Sensing your ~~abrupt~~ degeneracy, she runs her hands across her body, letting fingers trace seams spiraling across her body. She takes special ~~attention~~ to press her fingers into the gaps. Your ~~previous show of degeneracy, obviously noticed,~~ fills you with shame, but ~~it does nothing to cleanse~~ your mind.		Sensing your degeneracy, she runs her hands across her body, letting fingers trace seams spiraling across her body. She takes special care to press her fingers into the gaps, reveling in her artificial nature. Your perverse lust fills you with shame, but your mind remains tainted.

	Finally, she stops teasing. Your ~~impure thoughts are~~ forgiven. ~~Now is the time to listen~~.		Finally, she stops teasing. Your impurity is forgiven. She speaks, her voice a spell that binds and enthralls.

	"I've seen the other android models. Cheap, utilitarian things designed only for one task. ~~Sure, the commercials will~~ claim durability and dependability, but we all know the truth.		"I've seen the other android models. Cheap, utilitarian things designed only for one task. Commercials claim durability and dependability, but we all know the truth.

	"Just a bit of water.		"Just a bit of water.
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	"That's not what we're about. We don't make appliances. No, none of that here.		"That's not what we're about. We don't make appliances. No, none of that here.

	"Here, we make art, and art is eternal. Every synthetic form we craft is well-designed ~~for~~ the ~~rigors~~ of ~~daily life and beyond~~.		"Here, we make art, and art is eternal. Every synthetic form we craft is well-designed not in the impermanence of snow, only the unceasing churning of the sea.

	"Push me as hard as you'd like. Maybe even harder. ~~I'm~~ not ~~planning on budging anytime soon~~.		"Push me as hard as you'd like. Maybe even harder. Of sand, my castle is not.

	"Drown me in the deepest ocean, rock me like a hurricane. ~~No matter what~~ you ~~give~~, I~~'ll just smile and take it back with interest~~.		"Drown me in the deepest ocean, rock me like a hurricane. Before the gale or wave, this fortress shall not bow.

			"Even after you're long gone, as either dust or wind, I remain eternal.

	"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."		"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."

	With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind and continue with ~~your day~~.		With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind of deviance and continue with the minutia of existence.

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The woman smirked. "What, never seen a beautiful lady taking a bath before?"

She follows your eyes down.

"Oh, this? Are you confused about my open panels?"

You nod your head, eliciting from her a small chuckle. She runs a hand through her exposed stomach cavity, letting soapy water lather her mechanical components and buzzing circuitry. None of the machinery reacts to her attentions, continuing their usual hum of unperturbed operation.

"Does this...excite you? Or are you expecting something more, how should we say, 'interesting'?"

Thoughts run through your head, justifications and excuses racing for a chance to leave your lips. Before any claim victory, she rises from her repose. Her movements are soft and graceful, puncuated only by the imperceptible whir of electronics draining excess fluids from her systems.

Delicately, her hands operate some hidden mechanism. A hiss enters the air, accompanied by panels moving to hide her robotic nature. The slender fingers linger on her soft curves, slightly indenting her artificial flesh.

The image of her hands, so perfectly wrought, remind you of an archetypal renaissance masterpiece. No finer artist than Da Vinci could sculpt such extensions of the human form. Unbidden, your thoughts turn towards the Mona Lisa, and your genitals turn towards erection.

Sensing your abrupt degeneracy, she runs her hands across her body, letting fingers trace seams spiraling across her body. She takes special attention to press her fingers into the gaps. Your previous show of degeneracy, obviously noticed, fills you with shame, but it does nothing to cleanse your mind.

Finally, she stops teasing. Your impure thoughts are forgiven. Now is the time to listen.

"I've seen the other android models. Cheap, utilitarian things designed only for one task. Sure, the commercials will claim durability and dependability, but we all know the truth.

"Just a bit of water.

"A tiny bit of stress.

"Even the slightest deviation from intended use. Just a tiny discrepancy is enough to turn a multi-million dollar project into scrap.

"That's not what we're about. We don't make appliances. No, none of that here.

"Here, we make art, and art is eternal. Every synthetic form we craft is well-designed for the rigors of daily life and beyond.

"Push me as hard as you'd like. Maybe even harder. I'm not planning on budging anytime soon.

"Drown me in the deepest ocean, rock me like a hurricane. No matter what you give, I'll just smile and take it back with interest.

"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."

With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind and continue with your day.