I intellectually understand that I'm not actually "James Duncan." My creator thought it would be hilarious though to make the gynoid he just created emotionally believe due soley to his programming that she used to be her creator's highschool tormentor. He furthermore thought it'd be a genius move to make my synthetic body only capable of processing serum albumin protein and, to a lesser extent, fructose. (And he made my body extremely responsive to specific physical attention.)
I now literally survive on the inevitable conclusion of male sexual satisfaction. (My body absorbs cum through its synthetic skin and burns it in a chemical process that results in the electricity that my body requires in order to function.) I encourage those I know to have their way with me whenever they want because I was truly made for sex and have learned to crave it.
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