The door opens and I find the PleasureBot just where I last saw it, humming gently -- I would say "expectantly" but this is, after all, just a machine.
My PleasureBot waits for a sign; it comes loaded with lots of options, but it's for me to say which ones will get used and when. Exquisitely sensitive, it responds to my strokings instantly, its color heightening, emitting the little noises that confirm the changes I can see taking place under my hand. The sweet sighs of my PleasureBot, so close to my ear, so warm on my skin.
In a world where “les moments intimes avec les pleasurebots” abound, will personhood ever extend to them as it does to corporations? Or will they always be considered mere machines -- tools, if you will -- owned and operated by a human?
Will there ever be a Valentine for your PleasureBot?
The cover art is an iPad cover by Myka Jelina, available on zazzle.com: