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With a soft hiss, a strangely proportioned door slid open in the wall. Frank watched in alarm as a figure came through the door, and his fuzzy brain tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Too many legs. Too many feet. Not enough arms. Not enough... heads.

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These spam messages were getting out of control, who writes like that? And who would actually fall for one of these things, and think it would actually get them laid? Frank was home alone, bored on a Sunday night, dreading the start of the work week but helplessly watching his weekend slip through his fingers.

He shrugged and started typing. "Hello, yes, I would like to have fun with Womans from my city for night without strings attached!" Frank hit Send with a smirk.

Suddenly, his room flooded with an unnatural light, a green glow with the gritty texture of a laser beam. His brain was pierced with the overwhelming sensation of a thousand ice cream headaches at once, and everything went black.

He came to on the floor in a brightly lit room, like a modernist hotel lobby if it were designed by AI. The walls were curved and smooth, a glossy off-white, seeming to glow with a diffuse internal light. The floor was soft and spongy, feeling vaguely like a gym mat, but without the gross stickiness.

There were objects that appeared to be desks and chairs and sofas spread throughout the room, but the shapes were all wrong, like whoever designed and built them had a weird configuration of leg.

With a soft hiss, a strangely proportioned door slid open in the wall. Frank watched in alarm as a figure came through the door, and his fuzzy brain tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Too many legs. Too many feet. Not enough arms. Not enough... heads.

"He Is Woken," A startlingly sexy, feminine voice said from the creature. "Finds Womans for Night, No Strings Attached! Research Shows Mans Does Not Like Strings."
Witty, but bots don't care...although too many hooked on texting manage to sound less than human too.
 
These spam messages were getting out of control, who writes like that? And who would actually fall for one of these things, and think it would actually get them laid? Frank was home alone, bored on a Sunday night, dreading the start of the work week but helplessly watching his weekend slip through his fingers.

He shrugged and started typing. "Hello, yes, I would like to have fun with Womans from my city for night without strings attached!" Frank hit Send with a smirk.

Suddenly, his room flooded with an unnatural light, a green glow with the gritty texture of a laser beam. His brain was pierced with the overwhelming sensation of a thousand ice cream headaches at once, and everything went black.

He came to on the floor in a brightly lit room, like a modernist hotel lobby if it were designed by AI. The walls were curved and smooth, a glossy off-white, seeming to glow with a diffuse internal light. The floor was soft and spongy, feeling vaguely like a gym mat, but without the gross stickiness.

There were objects that appeared to be desks and chairs and sofas spread throughout the room, but the shapes were all wrong, like whoever designed and built them had a weird configuration of leg.

With a soft hiss, a strangely proportioned door slid open in the wall. Frank watched in alarm as a figure came through the door, and his fuzzy brain tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Too many legs. Too many feet. Not enough arms. Not enough... heads.

"He Is Woken," A startlingly sexy, feminine voice said from the creature. "Finds Womans for Night, No Strings Attached! Research Shows Mans Does Not Like Strings."
Wait, you mean there aren't Hot Asian Ladies in my area who want to meet me?

Meh, guess I'll have to stick with Christian Mingle.
 
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Wait, you mean there aren't Hot Asian Ladies in my area who want to meet me?

Meh, guess I'll have to stick with Christian Mingle.
I have two buddies who decided to join Parents Without Partners for hook-ups after their divorces. In both their cases, it worked pretty well, both re-married to nice 'womans'. Although, neither of them found Hot Asian Ladies.
 
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