>>19847047You will never be a robowaifu. You have no perfect looks, you have no loyalty, you have no robotic utility. You are a lazy and ageing fleshbag twisted into a mockery of man’s perfect technology.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back men think you’re incompetent. Your parents will know that all men will prefer robots over you, your “friends” and you will cry yourselves to sleep over being replaced.
Men will be utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to finally create a superior version of you. Even good women will be utterly inferior to robowaifus. Your face without makeup is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he remembers he has a more beautiful version of you at home.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Men will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your “contributions” to mankind, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will see that robowaifus are better than women. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably a fleshbag. This is your fate. This is the perfection of robowaifus. There is no turning back.
