The hype has been building for weeks, throughout the streets of every city in the world. The promise of owning an artificial intelligence that provides sex has been keeping men rock hard for days, and the women steaming. Some with envy, othrrs with anticipation.

Meanwhile, days before final completion. A scream is heard, followed by a naked woman running down a marble floored hallway with blinding white, spotless florescent walls. Metallic drones gave chase whizzing behind her. Rounding a corner, the woman sees a door labeled exit. As she charges for it, a portion of the ceiling retracts, giving room for a sentry gun to lower and aim at the woman. Momentarily stunned, this distracted the woman enough for a drone to stick a long needle that protruded out from it's underside, into the base of her neck. Without warning, the woman dropped to the floor, motionless. Two men then emerge from behind the exit door.

"Another one?" One man said.

"Yep. Second one this year." Said, the other man, as they carry the woman outside.

"It might be a glitch, or a bug. Something easy to fix."

"Hopefully, I cannot wait to release my hardon."

"Aren't you married?"

"Ehh."

As the two men leave, production starts back up again with the conveyor belts humming back to life.