the most impersonal sex ever

“Next.”

He waved his Data Assistant across the payment sensor. The kiosk doors opened, and he stepped in. There was a hygiene station with instructions: simple ones with pictograms. He readied himself. After a moment, a red light flowed over him, some sort of scanner. He must have passed muster, because the doors to the sanctum opened.

She was artificial, but no less alluring because of it. She was also well programmed: it didn’t take long.

On his way out he thought to wonder if she used the hygiene station also, between, or if she was self-cleaning, like his oven.

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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: David

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