Enter the Femmebot!

Von B. poureed another schnapps. he really put them down.
"gentlemen, I am an artist and an inventor! my FUCK MACHINE is really my daughter, Tanya-"
"more little jokes, Von?" I asked.
"joke nothing! Tanya! go over and sit in the gentleman's lap."
Tanya laughed, got up, walked over and sat in my lap. a FUCK MACHINE? I couldn't believe it! her skin was skin, or so it seemed, and her tongue as it worked into my mouth as we kissed, it was not mechanical - each movement was different, responding to my own.
I was busy at it, ripping her blouse from her breasts, working tangled; we somehow got to standing - and I took her standing up, my hands reaching down, spreading her asshole as I pumped, she came - I could feel the throbbing, and I joined.
it was the best fuck I had ever had!

--Charles Bukowski, in his story "The Fuck Machine" (from the book The Most Beautiful Woman in Town.)

A friggin visionary. Leave it up to those Japanese gadget freaks to open the door to the future of sick.

yuck.