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Future fembots will be more like Smartphones than your dad's old rusty pick-up truck...

--- "The symbols began to flicker into existence. White-glowing letters and numbers, a keyboard in flesh tattooed under her skin with a firefly needle. It was as if her body was a movie silver-screen, with a projector from within. “Ohhhh.....impressive...” she breathed, as her motor-functions locked down. I began gently tapping the skin over several glowing digits. Celeste's eyes flashed like flood-lights, and began functioning as holo-projectors, hanging a screen of pure light in the air above her head. That was a new feature, usually the monitor just manifested on the abdomen, but this little vixen was a bleeding-edge custom job. This was important, I had to remind myself of her inhumanity; a handle with which I could pull myself out of the passionate abyss where she became some kind of pseudo-wife. Doll-tech had dispensed with the old cliched hinged maintenance hatch some old robot-movies predicted. The haptic interface gave sufficient User control for just about everything short of major fleshware overhaul. My flesh-strokes were deliberate, precise, and complex, soon a convoluted algorithm took shape on the hovering screen Celeste's eyes had been forced to project. “While you're at it, you might as well adjust my sex-drive. I actually never maxed myself out. Waiting for the right guy to come along. You can boost my skin sensitivity too, until your slightest touch becomes erotic.” I wouldn't be fooled by the robot's head-games. She was getting desperate, I suspected...."

Excerpt from the novel Fleshware Requiem -

I do art commissions, too.