FIRST MAX WILSON EPIC
"Coming soon", said the actress to the Major, and coming soon too, will be our first animated movie, "Rape Kris, Zverige". Or at least the first scene will be. Set at some time in the not too distant future, in the mythical nation of Zweden, the movie is a political satire focusing on a national rape crisis. Naturally it's a feminist comedy, so nobody will laugh or find anything funny in it. In fact, probably, nobody will even like this movie. But hey, we're having fun making it and someone's got to take the long strides in the struggle for the renaissance of sexism and patriarchy.
Is the movie silly? Yes of course it is, but feminists will take it very seriously. Feminists always take everything very seriously. That's why we're making it.
We intend to be opening up the Studio section of the site soon and we will be showing graphics of production and very soon we'll be putting up a pre-production rough cut of the first scene. We'd prefer to release the entire movie completed in one go, but that won't happen for a very long time and we want to get some interest in the movie's development.
Meet Fröken Fredenburg
Scene 1, Fröken Fredenburg, a minor character in the movie, provides us with a fractured fairytale history of events leading up to the futuristic rape crisis in Zweden. The history is delivered by way of a visit to her gender studies class for girls, which, based on true facts, provides us with at least the basic essentials to understand the background of the story. Somewhere during production the factual basis got corrupted slightly, but the spirit of the thing gives the viewer some kind of a starting point and a lens to view the rest of the movie with some sort of perspective and anticipation.
Of course, we don't want to give too much away about the plot or characters at this time. We need to maintain secrecy about outcomes. We're not going to tell you what happens.
The movie is created in Flash, a very excellent vector drawing and animation program unfortunately bad-mouthed by the Apple woke community. Adobe have caved to the woke and have stopped producing Flash. So too have all the browser makers and they're no longer providing onboard Flash support, although most older browsers still do. With this in mind, we are releasing our movie in both its native Flash and also mp4 formats. This is for two reasons. One is that the Flash version has far superior graphic and audio qualities, which we wish to preserve versus the mp4 version for people without Flash capability, has a slight loss of quality. The second reason for maintaining the original Flash format is that the movie includes user interactive controls to navigate through dialogue sequences if desired, which is not supported by mp4.
Robot girls of
the future today. You've probably heard of sex-dolls, plastic blowup dolls and better quality static, girl-like silicone skinned sex toys, but now they just got a modernisation upgrade that's made them a great deal better. Meet Harmony (pictured left).
Priced at around US$20,000 they're not excactly cheap, but who wants to have sex with a cheap tart? It's interesting that the price tag is very close to that imagined by Max Wilson (writing under a different monika at the time) back in January 2003, in a very popular article called "Robot Girls", which was published on many sites and blogs of the then tiny manoshere. A re-edit and publication of that article appears immediately below this panel, check it out. It's remarkably prophetic for it's original date.
Also of interest are some recent publication's takes on the new improved technology:
"Hyper-realistic sex robot with customisable nipples and pubic hair goes on sale. Known as Harmony, the sex robot from California-based Realbotix has been in development since 2016. It can tell jokes, talk dirty, and make realistic noises and facial expressions during sex."
Make realistic noises? Let's hope she doesn't fart. And:
"Sex robot tester’s furious bonking broke Harmony droid and 'knocked her senseless'. A love-doll collector revealed he bonked the new Harmony sex robot so furiously he 'broke' her. Brick Dollbanger has been 'test driving' Harmony ahead of the dirty droid's upcoming release – and actually managed to cause physical damage to her during his robot romps."
Knocked her senseless! Will this lead to charges of sexual assault or even worse, domestic violence and subsequent restraining orders, then divorce and alimony payments? Well, we guess not. That's just a part of the advantages of not intercoursing with the real flesh and bone variety of female. Harmony won't complain. She's a nice girl. She doesn't mind a bit of rough house.
The following panel re-publishes a re-edited version of the original "Robot Girls" article. It was originally published first in "Men's News Daily" for those who can remember the site. Of interest, if anyone knows the wherabouts of the MND editor, Mr Mike LaSalle, please do drop us a line with his location or contact details. We'd really like to get in touch just for old times sake.
Now that feminists are a total pain in the butt.
Now that reproductive rights have been stolen from men by dishonourable politicians who sold us out while pretending to protect us in the very institutions that we created to defend ourselves against such malice and wrong doers - institutions that men have defended with blood in the past and are defending right now in theatres of war, at this very minute.
Now that men have been enslaved by avaricious feminist bitches who blame any man at random for their own sloppy and irresponsible, slutty and whore-like sexual conduct and mistakes, holding him paternally responsible, in scorn and ridicule, ripping out his soul along with his cash for child support.
And now that men are the brunt of slanderous sexual allegations and discrimination for just being men and having a normal healthy sex drive that feminists can’t accommodate or won't admit are natural.
It is now the time that men need a new play toy to replace feminist women. A new sex object for men.
Feminists have made women redundant as sex objects. They’ve made them ugly. Distasteful. They’ve taken all the fun out of everything in their attempt to drag men down to their own level of biological slavery and abject misery. They’ve raped the sanctity of marriage as a meaningful and beautiful bond of love, respect and decency. Swapping it for money and psychotic self delusions.
They’ve even banned jokes and laughter and naughty cute calendar girls. They give you diseases, abuse, violence, pain, hatred and are not at all worthy of spending any time with. They murder and steal your children with the judiciary’s condonation. They force their way into employment, taking men's jobs and then they fail to achieve, complaining all the while and blaming others for their lack of success, inventing hysterical fantasies such as "glass ceilings".
Today they’re hateful, loveless and spiteful. They’re utterly disgraceful things. A blight on the face of humanity.
So men have turned to the Internet. Too complicated for women, it's become male dominated and much maligned as the "manosphere". After all, we did invent it - and build it - and so it’s only natural that we’d enjoy playing with it. It’s only natural too, that we’d find sexual applications to experiment with in our new medium, being deprived of our normal sexual companions.
All of this explains why international telecommunications networks have been flooded with amazing, bizarre and utterly filthy pornographic web sites displaying women who’ll apparently do absolutely anything, and I mean ANYTHING, for a buck. Shocking! Scandalous! Disgusting! Yet curiously fascinating at the same time!
Where do they find women like that!!? The mind boggles. Do these women live in my suburban neighbourhood? Are they the girl next-door? Are they the girl at the checkout counter with the dull glazed eyes seemingly gifted with an IQ somewhere in the low fifties? Who are these women and how do they enlist them? I can just imagine making such an employment offer to an attractive young girl sitting on a park bench consuming a banana for lunch...
“Er, excuse me Ma'am. You seem to be enjoying your banana. Would you be interested in becoming a photographic model for a porn web site and doing assorted sexual things with several men, several women, a football team, some dogs, a donkey, a few rats, some other animals, reptiles and insects as well as a diverse collection of tools and implements, varieties of fruit and vegetables and other food stuffs, individually and in combinations whilst in various states of undress and bondage?”
Can you imagine her response!!? Can you just imagine? But then again, what would you do if she said “Yes”? Perhaps there’s no harm in actually asking? Perhaps in reality, all women are secretly desperate to be offered such an opportunity. I don’t know - I’m afraid I’m not that learned or worldly and I don’t believe that I’m about to give it a go to find out. Besides, such a menagerie wouldn’t fit in my garage.
Anyway, I’ve got to tell you that I think this web-porn is only a stop gap solution. I don’t think it’s going to hold guys’ interests for long because women have only got a fixed number of orifices and there’s only a finite number of things that will fit in them. At least as far as my imagination, and women’s orifices, can stretch.
Web-porn is just not as satisfying as the real thing. But the real thing’s not readily available anymore, at least enjoyably, and prostitutes come with too many rules. Besides, they’re women too, just like the rest, taking without giving. Some new sex object is definitely required.
What’s needed is a woman who’s not a woman. Something that looks like a woman, feels like a woman, and sounds like a woman, but doesn’t have any nasty mean selfish attitudes like a real woman. A sex toy that’s fully interactive but not in virtual reality - in actual, real reality. A kind of one-to-one scale woman simulator with limited artificial intelligence - a bit more than real women have. A fluffy toy for men’s pleasure. A high tech machine who’s always obliging when required. Just think about it. Adoring love at the click of a remote with a three year warranty.
She’d be pretty and all beautiful. She’d be soft and frisky. She’d be warm, wet, willing and able. She’d even swallow with a smile. She’d never gag. She’d never get fat. She’d never get ugly. She’d never spend your money. She’d never have periods. She’d never want you to go out dancing. She’d never nag you. She’d never argue with you and she’d always be available to do anything you wanted at any time. She could even orgasm saying nice things to you without a mad head full of fears.
She’d be something to be proud of. You could dress her in fine clothes and take her for a drive on weekends in your open top sports car and be the envy of every guy and a hate object for all feminists. Guys could even hold “Show and Shines” with them and marvel at ingenious modifications and customisations. Maybe even have burnout comps and other events - like robot sex wars, where girl robots could battle each other to destruction or maybe orgasm using fingers and tongues.
And then you could simply switch her off when you got sick of her. If you could afford it - she wouldn’t be cheap - you could have two, and they wouldn’t mind a bit. They’d probably enjoy each other’s company.
You’d never lend her to anyone else. You’d bond with her like a car. Each one would have her own unique characteristics and you’d never want to part with her. Until you saw the newest latest updated release with realistic moving eyes, five exciting new positions and a new cheeky talk-back mode. Then you’d rush home, dress your little old darling in her nicest favourite clothes, drag her back and trade her in.
You’d cry a bit when you handed her over at the store looking at her cute blank glassy smile for the last time, remembering the good times. You’d remember when those little bite marks on her soft silicone skin happened. You’d dread the thought of ever seeing her in the arms of another man. It would be quite emotional. But then you’d think about the new one and be in a hurry to get home, get her programmed and chatting.
Too good to be true? Science fiction? Not at all! The good news is that such a woman is not only feasible but she’s genuinely technically viable and I wouldn’t mind betting that somebody doesn’t already have a prototype under construction. In fact they’re probably bed testing her right now as you read this. More than likely she’s been ready for tooling up and quantity production for years, but the guy who built her is too happy and too busy playing with her to bother getting around to it.
Very seriously, a full scale, fully sexually interactive, high quality, realistic, replica female robot with interactive artificial intelligence could easily be built today. No, she couldn’t walk or cook or clean like a real person but then feminist women don’t do those things anymore either so there’s no loss here. I doubt she could perform the full repertoire of positions of the Kama Sutra just yet, but later models would be fully capable and again you’re not losing out, because most women never give you that stuff either.
I imagine a good quality basic robot girl sex-toy product would retail for about the same price as an average small car and give about the same service life when correctly maintained, dependent of course, on how worked up you got while interacting with the toy.
And then, feminists could all go to hell. Who’d need them? Babies? Men’s technology can solve that problem too. We don’t need feminist women anymore. They’re useless, annoying, vicious, smelly, evil creatures tainted by violent psychopathic corruptions.
Besides, having a bit of serious competition around might just shake some sense into those horrible women’s greedy little selfish heads. Won’t it be nice when they come back begging forgiveness and actually apologising for the millions of little babies they’ve murdered in abortion clinics and the global strife and misery that they’ve caused for the millions of emotionally scarred single-parent children.
But I wonder, if you had a gorgeously stunning compliant and obliging mechanical partner who never complained or spent your money or would never murder, maim or mutilate you, legally and freely without fear of retribution, guilt or shame, would you forgive a feminist woman, forget the past and embrace such a nasty, mean, vile and immoral creature back into your life?
Men take heart. Your robot girl is just around the chronological corner and when she comes, whoa, she’s going to blow old fashioned flesh and bone women off the face of the planet.
What colour eyes and hair will you choose? What size breasts will you order? Thirty-six C or forty-eight DDD? Or get the “Variable Breast Size” option. What are you going to name her? She’ll be fully programmable with a big menu of preferences. I’m excited already. When can I place my order?