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Subject: The Teachings of ROBOCOPULATION!
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Date: Mon, 16 Nov 92 20:08:14 PST
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The Teachings of ROBOCOPULATION!


And LO! did Jesus (hay-sus) COME down from the mountain, and LO! did her
bowels move for HIM! And, yea, verily, did he prostrate himself before
the latex digits, who then said unto him, "Turn your head and cough."

The Sacred Mary Marilyn in a moment of extreme worship, did offer herself
to the Temple of Screaming Metal, and there, did she lay herslef up for
all to Come and all to See, and there she did come, and again. And Lo!
did she come. And afterward much was said of her kind of offering, and
much smoke was smoked, and clean towelettes were used.

And in Suburban Paradise did Connie, of the damp panties and breathy
voice, did put pearlescent lips to the stem of "Bob"s holy bugle, his rod
of power, his pipe and essence, and unto her enthusiasm did he utter to
her, "Suck, blow is just an expression."

Upon the wheels, and upon the roads, did the mighty one roar his pent up,
hi-octane, hormonal seizures, and there, unto the meeting of the 605 and
the 5, where the freeways meet in Van Nys, did his great throbbing might
meet with the immovable wetness, the inexaustable fluidity of the 10-40
ultiweight Lady of the Black Lake. And there, on that cross we must bear
for their sins, did they meet in hammering pistons, sliding chrome and
hot steam, and exhaust, sliding, tearing, swerving and screaming, into a
climax of hot, slashes, high flames, and the sigh of sighs as his tank
spilled unto the ground and he exploded into an orgasm of Thanatos that
kept traffic backed-up all night.

And as it reads in the _Electronic Bible_, "--and the iron shall lay down
with the lamp--"*

And there, unto the Board rooms of the quaking and shaking Conspiracy,
did the might of the holy "Bob" make another appearance, the froop from
his holy pipe trapping their slug-like bodies in their sticky plastic
chairs. And unto them, did he come, and come again like a steam train
tearing its own tunnel. And there were screams of fright and delight, and
after the use of moist towelettes and a reconsideration of alternative
lifestyles.

And there on the cross, did he stay, for nights and days, pierced through
and through by sword, pike, and nail. And there he suffered, and sweated
and cried out in his pain, while the many of the New Flesh did look on
with VR eyes and extrapolated image enhancement in awe and admiration,
and did stroke their I-O towers, and tweak their hard drives in sympathy
and admiration, and both to all genders, possibilities of genders,
orientations, inclinations and desires, proclaim much admiration (in High
Definition on CD ROM), that there was one hellava Bottom.

"Take, input, this is my soft. How does it read? Remember Breatheran,
remember, I say unto you, of how she lay on her plastic disc, encoded and
read by the Holy Lights of Lights, the laser of truth that makes flesh of
us all, as it made flesh of her, as it caused her crusifix of plastic to
become read, and LO! projected into the New Flesh. And there, did Valerie
come, dear friends, there did she project into the New Flesh, the VR
flesh of numbers made skin, of numbers made real, of the sex, the life,
the orgasm of computations and programming. Remember, friends, as we
input and boot up, as we crash our hard, and feel our floppies, that
Virtual Valerie was pirated for our sins--"

*Mea culpa, stolen from RED DWARF.


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