Bob didn’t order me into his bed, and he hadn’t made it into a rule, so there was nothing compelling me to do so. I knew there were other bedrooms... but deep down, I knew my uniforms were in this room, and I was expected to be in this bedroom. This is your room. It is wrong to sleep in another room. That voice inside my head told me so. I knew that fighting that voice was fruitless. It was incessant, and I had human limitations. I’m sure the voice came from my collar, and it seemed to have more. His voice was cultured, yet somehow every syllable dripped with primitive menace. ‘The ones behind those monitors and ourselves have an agreement for sharing those resources. Most especially, your human resources,’ he added with a mirthless grin.Diana’s eyes narrowed. ‘None of us will cooperate with your plans,’ she said, and she felt waves of encouragement coming to her from her friends around the hall. They were all equally resolved. ‘Your time here will be wasted.’‘Hardly,’ came the. “I did. And, as I said, all that means is that I’ll never have one,” I said with a smirk and Jessica laughed. I continued, “But remember what I said - that it’s not up to me to decide for someone else what they should or shouldn’t do. I’d counsel against it, but in the end, it would be up to the woman to decide.”“So you think it’s wrong but you wouldn’t make it against the law?”“Exactly. Sex education, birth control, and teaching personal responsibility to men would all go a long way to. Aphrodyne's panel though wasn't what anyone expected. Visitors were led into a room where one of the two ladies in the ads was waiting. That wasn't too unusual, many companies hired strippers and prostitutes for the SEXPO, but what made this one different was after the visitors experienced both ladies privately, or watched a scene of them both, they were asked to answer a poll asking, "Which girl do you think was a sexbot?"Well during the SEXPO, the forums were alight with peoples’ opinions..