I watched helplessly as Susan lost her soul to the machine ginalynn. Standing there completely impotent ginalynn to act I watched her ginalynn eyes, once ginalynn so sparkling with life and joy and yes ...love turn pale and milky like those of a ginalynn dead fish in a meat market. This was what I had wanted ginalynn so badly. What she had been willing ginalynn to do to never lose me. But in ginalynn attempting to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an animated silver ginalynn corpse, which ginalynn never could again give me the warmth ginalynn of her love. She was ginalynn software instead of soul ginalynn. Steel instead of tenderness. She was the perfect ginalynn lover, companion, would never displease or fail in ginalynn anything ginalynn asked of her. She was after all, programmed that way. But humanity cannot ginalynn be programmed, a person can be programmed, but humanity pictures, true caring and love can only be imitated within ginalynn the limits of circuits pictures and programming. I was suddenly very alone ginalynn in the perfect relationship. And as time ginalynn progressed, I came to ginalynn understand that I ginalynn had not only killed her; but like some ghoulish ginalynn fiend, stole to ginalynn the graveyard ginalynn and desecrated her corpse. Her cold metal corpse. And even ginalynn worse yet I had pictures played god and brought this beautiful ginalynn abomination back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated her corpse to fulfill ginalynn my ginalynn demented needs. As she pictures had demanded I do ginalynn. I remembered ginalynn that she had wanted this pictures, at least as much as I did ginalynn. It ginalynn was ginalynn her fantasy too . To be powerless, helpless in her own body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the realities of the ginalynn "real" world and the fantasy of fiction are not always ginalynn the same ginalynn or compatible ginalynn. To tinker with the human pictures brain, reprogram ginalynn or alter ginalynn it isn't so specific a process at our current level of technology as to be ginalynn able to pick selectively which things to alter. Realistically ginalynn such technologies are still centuries away ginalynn. So REAL world robotization or chemical mind control or ginalynn any ginalynn such procedures are more like lobotomizing ginalynn the "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the ginalynn sad reality. But she wanted to ginalynn be mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful forever. Wanted to be half human/ half something from ginalynn a sci-fi movie ginalynn. The ultimate bondage slave was one who was bound inside herself. A ginalynn slave in her ginalynn own mind. The fantasy pictures overrode the reality ginalynn that SHE pictures would be ginalynn gone. We rationalized that some of ginalynn her would ginalynn remain. Trapped in the fantasy. That being the fantasy. The thrill. The excitement. We ginalynn proceeded joyfully, blindly.
Years ginalynn passed. No one took her place. All ginalynn that stuff about one true love, an ginalynn irreplaceable soulmate is true. And I gutted mine ginalynn like an old building needing renovation. Yet she remained; a ginalynn shiny perfect reminder, a monolith, a ginalynn gravemarker. A tombstone with three words only: "I love you".
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