The thing that bothers me about cyberpunk-themed smut is that it’s always like “oh no, cyborg genitals”, and every time it’s just a scary-looking penis. If I was going to the trouble and expense of having my junk replaced with heavy machinery, I wouldn’t settle for what God intended, all right? I’m talking about robotic appendages which enable modalities of intercourse heretofore unknown to science. You know? Members which by their very existence perturb the ontology of fucking.
In the bedroom confused and frustrated:
“I think I might be colourblind”
My robot partner: “It’s okay, we can try something else”
Me, crying and cussing trying to give my robot partner a handjob, with a video tutorial entitled “How to solve a rubik’s cube” pulled up on my phone:
