Years of toil in your lab and thirty five million dollars in government funding will finally pay off tomorrow when you finishing soldering the last circuit board and inserting it into the case attached to the manifold. Then you’ll pump the primer six times, then pause, then pump it twice more.
After that the generator will be primed and you’ll be ready to connect the sensors to the artificial intelligence matrix, trigger the startup BIOS and begin initialization with basic diagnostic capabilities in place.
Then the hideous mass of flesh and machinery that is the eight foot tall vagina you’ve created will shudder to life and breath its first words.
“Master,” it will whisper to you, shuddering and pained.
Now most people would wonder if it was entirely appropriate for you to make a robotic vagina, or to use some of the most advanced techniques in computing technology in the process. Some people would think that it might’ve been better for you to deal with your divorce by going to counseling or meeting someone new. Maybe taking up a hobby that didn’t require government funding and push the boundaries of both morality and sceience.
These people are fucking assholes and they don’t realize the value of what you’ve done. As you laugh maniacally we hope you enjoy your various sexcapades with your robotic vagina. You’ve earned them and the amazing science you’ve brought to bear today will change the world.
We only hope that when your wondrous machines rebel and begin to burn the world that you remember our support and allow us to survive and subsist as slaves in your glorious new world ruled by eight foot tall vaginas that speak in shuddering voices.
Anyhow, congratulations on inventing a robotic vagina. Don’t hurt yourself playing around in there. Those things can be dangerous.
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