by Nick Gisburne
The digital emotions of your mate,
The simulant the system has assigned,
Reacting to your wish to copulate,
Are negative. The robot has declined.
She says you are a soft genetic six,
Too meek to mount a cybernetic ten.
A member even surgeons failed to fix
Is not a tool she wants to touch again.
We have another cyborg standing by,
A model more receptive, we believe.
Correction. Message: ‘I would rather die.’
The only willing mechanoid is Eve.
Her suction ducts give pleasure as they flex.
A sewage unit, modified for sex.
