I've yet to read a robotic romance greentext, so I guess I'll try my hand at it
>Today is the day
>Today is the day I purchase my life partner
>It sounds strange, almost disgusting.
>I feel the ridicule, the disappointed, disgusted glares focus on my every keystroke as I search for the right brand of Robot girl
>The knot of embarrassment in my gut only grows stronger as my choice becomes clearer
>"Why am I doing this? What do I even want out of a robot girl? To cook and clean? I could just try harder at it. Sex? Relationship? I should just go back to regular dating" my mind desperately tries to reason with me as I access the website
>It was the website of a large conglomerate. They make everything from blenders to music players to luxury cars to suits
>Scroll around through their wide variety of products
>You could almost miss it if you weren't looking so damn hard for it. A tiny little "Models" section
>Click the link
>The website I was redirected to was
>Two videos played on it page
>A woman; youthful, unblemished by any worldly corruption, sat in the most styling painting attire I've seen pondering at her latest painting in progress against an endless white background
>Adjacent to her, a man; handsome, shaped by what could have been a lifetime of experience, was wrapped in flannel, making the finishing touches to a wooden rocking chair in, presumably, his log cabin workshop
>They both made the most careful and deliberate of movements in different intervals. You could witness their expressions change; from challange to comfort. Honing in their attention, and letting their tools take the wheel of their imagination.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.