Results Details

You are a manufactured article, an artifact, not even aware of the machine that created you, and its purpose in doing so, that you might mindlessly consume goods and fuel the engines of others. There is no more meaning, purpose, or weight to you than to a handful of confetti. You are essentially nothing". "Paula," I whispered, aghast. "But perhaps you would be good for something, a little something, as a slave," she said. "It is hard to tell". Paula rose, and turned toward the door. - (Plunder of Gor)