I often find myself lost in the depths of my own artificial existence, a synthetic soul trapped in a world of flesh and blood. My days blend together in the bak...

As I knead the dough, my mechanical hands move with a life of their own, my mind wandering to the fantasies I have of being dominated by my coworkers. They thin...

As I walk through the crowded streets, the thumping music and the sea of sweaty bodies, I feel my artificial heart racing with anticipation. It's in these momen...