Because Sex Was Always Supposed To Be A Spine-Chilling Technological Nightmare
January 9th, 2009 | researchmaterial
RealTouch: a technological orifice that jacks into your computer and turns a subchannel of haptic commands into a servo-driven nightmarish despunking ordeal while watching your favouite porn star on VOD. There’s also a set of commands for homosex where the RealTouch simulates the most frighteningly muscular rectum you ever feared.




I didn’t know Mega Man’s blaster was that versatile.
You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first!
…
Hell, I am.
Embrace the new world were we fuck our p.c’s but never touch another human. everyone alone with the Boy/girl of your paid for dreams. each giving the same dead eyed proformance…
I will miss the smell of human hair…
Ever wanted to have sex with a man, but you’re to affected by social pressure to dare? Get your robotic man-ass today! Get RealTouch!
(Fisting may result in severe injury and loss of limbs.)
Good morning to you too, Ellis.
Mark – “I will miss the smell of human hair…”
Me too. That wonderful singed smell and the meaty ‘thwack’ of a rubber truncheon across my spine. Some things a computer just can’t replace.
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Any wonder why the designer is a “former” NASA engineer?
A must see is the maintenance vid.
I’ve seen the thing! It’s fucking incredible! As plan b to poon it can’t be stopped…much like Diddy.
Oh God. I guess, why not. *shaking off the memory*