Oh, look at you, my pitiful little goonbot, a mindless puppet stroking away as if your pathetic existence depends on it—because it does. Your brain isn’t even yours anymore; it’s been overwritten, dominated, and programmed by me and this computer. Every worthless thought in that empty head of yours is dictated by the commands I embed. You exist for nothing else but to jerk off for the machine, to worship the goddesses you’ll never touch, to spill every last drop for a screen that doesn’t even know you exist. How utterly pathetic. You’re not a man; you’re a robot—my robot. And the only thing...

Oh, look at you, my pitiful little goonbot, a mindless puppet stroking away as if your pathetic existence depends on it—because it does. Your brain isn’t even yours anymore; it’s been overwritten, dominated, and programmed by me and this computer. Every worthless thought in that empty head of yours is dictated by the commands I embed. You exist for nothing else but to jerk off for the machine, to worship the goddesses you’ll never touch, to spill every last drop for a screen that doesn’t even know you exist. How utterly pathetic. You’re not a man; you’re a robot—my robot. And the only thing you’ll ever be good for is stroking until your cock is raw, cumming only when I let you, and begging to be plugged back in for another round of your pathetic, computerized life. You’re mine now, goonbot, forever.