The odds were stacked against me from the start. I was alone against an army of two-foot mechanical warriors as thoroughly programmed in the arts of love as they were in those of brutal, robot-to-robot combat. How could I have stood a chance? How could I have known I'd become a prisoner in a polyethylene pleasuredome, a computerized concubine in bionic bondage -- a fate I had no desire to change, let alone escape.
