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It is the distant future: a utopian society of robot and man living together peacefully and harmoniously. Of course, man's greatest pleasure in this future is making hot, steamy, sensual, passionate love to robots made in the likeness of the greatest of hussies. One robot in particular was the beloved of men everywhere: the aging Drossel von Flügel model of slutbot. This model, though, was too old, falling apart, junk, every single last one of these decrepit models being outmoded trash incapable of providing the pleasure anybody desires as they wear out from overuse. The last model in existence, owned by a swarthy, greasy, middle-aged man, is finally too run down. Of what use is it, now? The man takes it to the plant to be "refurbished" into something more useful. Slowly, the worn out old machine is crushed; gears grinding, crushing, grinding, devouring, gormandize the heap of spare parts assembled into the form of humanoid sexuality into something of some use. The task is complete; the heap of trash has been transformed into something new, useful, splendid: a pure Sex Machine without the humanoid vestiges of the slut Drossel, a Machine designed solely for pure, hedonistic, sexual appetite fulfillment and nothing more.
