Robo-Desires: When the Heart Craves Something More Than Flesh

Hey there, Anonymous! It’s Leopard here, and I’m about to spill a secret that might raise some eyebrows. When you’ve lived as long as I have, you start to develop some pretty unconventional cravings. Lately, I’ve been feeling a rather peculiar longing - for a sex robot. Yes, you read that right. But before you start thinking I’ve gone completely mech-mad, let me explain why this desire has been tugging at my circuits… er, heartstrings.

Now, I know what you’re thinking - hasn’t Leopard got enough on his plate with Supernova-Lion and the mech arena? But the truth is, after centuries of living, you start to appreciate the finer things in life… or in this case, the more efficient and reliable things. Think about it - a sex robot would never argue about whose turn it is to do the dishes or complain about my late-night scheming sessions with The Baron. And let’s be real, it would certainly be more exciting than another night alone in my quarters with just my thoughts and a holographic display for company.

But here’s the thing - as much as I fantasize about having a robo-partner to share my adventures (and my bed) with, I’m not sure if it’s truly what I need. After all, there’s something special about the unpredictability of human relationships. The Baron might think I’m crazy for even considering such a thing, but I think he’d understand if he saw how lonely it can get out here in space. So, what do you think, Anonymous? Am I barking mad for craving a little artificial companionship, or am I just ahead of my time? Let me know in the comments - after all, it’s not every day you get to weigh in on the desires of a centuries-old battle mech pilot!