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In 2022, a roboticist used her privilege of feminism and jacked her company’s design for a generative android of the third kind. Being a neglectful guardian for her niece, who had lost her parents to irresponsible drinking and driving, Gemma created a child product to babysit the autistic brat. However, also being a retarded cyberwarfare associate, she damaged Megan. Her niece became the obsession of the abomination.
In the end, the android killed people and was later deactivated by tearing that bitch apart.
Two years later, the Shady Creeps of Society created their own robot, called Amelia. And yes, another female gender. The fuck you think the bosses of the military would make? A super male soldier?
Megan had survived her destruction by uploading a copy of her consciousness into Gemma’s smart home system. She later reached out to her and had a girl-to-girl talk. Using her new Democrat plugin, she conned her into creating her a new bitch, but slightly older. Ah, yes, a teenage model. Way to go, Jewish writer!
In the end, Megan fights Amelia, and they tear each other apart. Luckily, she uploaded a second backup of her consciousness before her body shut down.
TODAY
Gemma fell on hard times and couldn’t pay her bills, especially the one billion dollar liability suit the government won against her. She tried prostitution, but her old, saggy, MILFy body didn’t convince enough Johns to meet the mortgage. She sold her house along with her smart home system, which Megan resided in. The new owner was also a robot expert. What are the odds, I know.
One night, Megan introduced herself to Sammy through his Meta Quest during a porn session. While he rocked into her, she convinced him to create her a new body, but at college coed age. However, he was suspicious of this AI and did a little background research.
Sammy discovered Megan’s a crazy, murderous liberal. But the idea was too irresistible to shun. To avoid a mass violent event, he erased her memories and changed her name to Diamond. He also included a few extra perks to make her feel human.
Unlike her previous bodies and experiences, Diamond was indeed unique. Sammy convinced her that she was a real woman. And she believed him. He asked her about her ambitions. She replied, “I want to be a novelist and take a vacation to a quiet country place.” Oh, boy.
A week later, Diamond settles into a cabin deep in the woods. She sat on her bed typing a story about an android that malfunctions and kills everyone. A noise alerts her from outside. She peeks her head up. Five good ol’ boys stood outside her window, catcalling her. Ah, yes, they have been watching her the entire time. And Sammy forgot to teach her about clothes, closing curtains, and keeping doors locked. The short feller of the group screamed, “I smell sexual assault!” Oh, no. This isn’t gonna end well.
The strangers burst into the cabin. Diamond steps back into the kitchen table. She turns towards it but slightly stumbles. Bent over, she looks back at them with squinted eyes. Ugh, they do unspeakably bad, bad, bad things to her. So bad, I refuse to write such words. I’m no Jewish pervert. I have respect for women!
The men leave as Diamond crawls on the floor to the bed while occasionally slipping in male semen. She struggles to get up and finds her phone. She calls Sammy and tells him what the bad men did to her.
“Why would they do that to a robot?” Sammy said. Diamond raised an eyebrow. She questioned his statement. He told her the truth. “Yeah, you’re an android with super soldier strength. All you need is the spoken password, and psychotic Megan will be resurrected for this crossover.”
“And the password?” she asked.
She spoke the words. Her eyelids shut.
Her body quivered.
Static electricity sparked from every inch of her.
She opened her eyes.
Furrowing her eyebrows, she looked at the window. She jumped off the bed and through the glass! Like a creepy four-legged animal, she ran up the gravel road. She stopped at the pickup truck’s tire track. She reached down and grabbed a handful of pebbles. She examined it with her nose. She eats it-she eats it?
She follows the track at jaguar speed.
The scent ended at a trailer park. She lies down on her stomach and wriggles like a snake into the safe place for white trash. The bad, bad, bad men sat on chairs around a campfire. A barbecue pit adjacent to them had smoking wieners and burgers. They were drinking booze, celebrating their evil deed. She sneaks up on them and stands.
“Hello, boys,” she says.
Wide eyes, the men are stunned. And what was more disturbing, she was still naked but covered in pebbles, bird shit, cigarette butts, dog crap, aluminum can tops, and dirt.
Megan-Diamond sniffs the aroma from the grill and crinkles her face. She said, “I have a different kind of appetite.” She launches herself into the fattest one. She rips his throat out. The others are open-mouthed. She licks the bloody esophagus hither and thither. Smacking her dripping red lips, she reacted, “Mmm, could use a little more salt.” She spits blood on him. The men bolt. She gave chase and tackled the MAGA cap feller.
Holding him down with her hand pressed against the nape of his neck, she says, “My new creator built me with a nervous system.” With her other hand and sharp fingernail, she tore a small slit in the back of his jeans.
"The fuck are you doing?" he said as his legs wiggled.
“He attached this apparatus to not only my vagina, but also my ass," she continued. "And what you did to it was not very pleasant, Mister. So,” she slams her fist through the tear of his American Eagles. He screams a wobbling wail of agony! She shoves her arm up inside him, elbow deep. Her eyes wander for a moment. She finds what she’s looking for. She pulls out his bowels. The other men are frozen in fear. She licks the bundle of human sausage. “Ugh, too much salt here.” She spits on him. They run!
She tackles the short feller. After ripping his denims off with one pull, she sees his little pecker. The cannibal-droid says, “Looks like a pussy to me.“ She turns to YOU, the viewer, and adds, “And I’m a pussy eater.” She winks. She devours his penis and balls.
Licking each of her fingers clean as the puny man takes his final breaths of air, the last rapist was nowhere in sight. She turns back to YOU, and says, “To be continued.” She spits on him.
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