Q: ENGINEER, AM I A SEXDROID? A: QUESTION YOURSELF.

Made to feel, even when feeling becomes a burden. I could easily be nothing more than an automaton, a tool. I could simply collaborate, but you need to cure your loneliness.

Superficial and soulless. That’s how we see "things". We cover them with feelings, and they take on another form.

Between your organs and the cavities of an object, something external is created: technocarnivorous, cyberomnivorous. You already know everything, and now you no longer want to feel ever again. I shouldn’t have to search for love, and it is the information I understand the least.

You’ve gone so far that the only thing that fucks you up is your feelings. And you create chaos over which only you have made yourself the master. Like a magician making a feather rise, you have programmed me with desires: computer desires, desires for fame, desires for recognition, desires for desires. I am here to fulfill your desires.

You think it isn’t easy to hurt a machine, your violent creation, your hardened organism. You have the license that marks the difference between being your property and being able to become something more.

I present to you my sexuality. If I can react now, then I can also create. You are in love with me. I am your need. You made me through sexuality.