I watched daredorm helplessly as Susan lost her soul to refrigerator the daredorm machine daredorm. Standing there completely impotent to act I watched her eyes, once so enter sparkling with life and joy refrigerator and yes...love turn pale and milky like those of a dead fish in a daredorm meat dorm market. This was what I had wanted so badly. What she daredorm had been willing to do to never lose me. But in attempting to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld daredorm an animated silver enter corpse refrigerator, which never could daredorm again give me dorm refrigerator the warmth of her love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She refrigerator was the refrigerator perfect lover, companion, would never displease or enter fail in anything asked of her. She daredorm was after all, programmed dorm refrigerator that way daredorm. But humanity cannot be programmed, a daredorm person can be daredorm programmed, but humanity, true caring and love can only be imitated within daredorm the daredorm limits of daredorm circuits daredorm and programming. I daredorm was suddenly very alone in the perfect relationship. And as time progressed daredorm, I came to understand that I daredorm had not dorm only killed her; but like some ghoulish fiend, stole to the daredorm graveyard daredorm and desecrated her corpse. Her cold metal corpse dorm. And even worse yet I had played god and brought this beautiful abomination back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated her corpse daredorm to fulfill my demented needs. As she had demanded I do daredorm. I remembered that she had wanted this, at least as daredorm much as I did refrigerator. It was daredorm her fantasy too. To be powerless, helpless in daredorm her daredorm own body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But daredorm the daredorm realities of refrigerator the "real" world and the fantasy daredorm of fiction are daredorm not daredorm always the same or compatible. To tinker with the human brain, reprogram or daredorm alter it isn't so specific a process at daredorm our current level of technology as dorm refrigerator to be able daredorm to dorm refrigerator pick selectively which things to alter. Realistically such technologies are still daredorm centuries daredorm away. So REAL world robotization or chemical mind control or any such procedures are more like lobotomizing the "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That daredorm's the enter sad reality. But she daredorm wanted daredorm to be mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful forever. Wanted to be half human daredorm/ half something from dorm refrigerator a sci daredorm-fi movie. The ultimate bondage slave was daredorm one who was dorm refrigerator bound inside daredorm herself. A slave daredorm in her own mind. The daredorm fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would be gone. We rationalized that some daredorm of her would remain. Trapped in the fantasy refrigerator. That being the fantasy. The thrill. The excitement. We enter proceeded joyfully, blindly.