I don't know if I'm fully capable of reviewing this, but I will make an attempt. First, I hate to use the word "flow" because of the tampon/toothpick episode, but this story (while repulsively hilarious - to quote one commentator) flows in such a manner that I couldn't stop reading it as I became more and more disgusted. That's a feat for your writing because I will stop reading something in a heartbeat and I'm not in the greatest of moods at the moment. This piece feels so personal - the horror experienced in personal relationships, yet we keep moving forward out of some sense of having bought our tickets and or having become obliged in some way. The more I think of it, the more my mind blows apart at the thought of it. I should stop thinking of it and write this review.
So first, the robots are watching the young people doing it in a mass orgy. Are they having sex or are they stroking egos or just generally wasting everyone's time? I'm not sure. It seemed like human waste, and yet you were not allowed to engage in it. Was that good fortune? Or did you simply age out? It was gross, but was it also what you wanted? So many questions.
Later, you see someone who deceives you, or maybe she isn't deceiving you. Maybe she is simply who she is - a rapidly decaying human who, compared to robots, will always be a disgusting thing. And yet she gets off and you don't. You stick around for her life cycle, even though you didn't mean to.
In the end you're surrounded by technology, but comparatively chiseling on stone tablets in a child-like situation and asking women for help. Does any of this mean anything? I read a whole hell of a lot of psychological information into this, information upon which I am not licensed to comment. I have a layman's opinion. I do.
After I threw up in my mouth a little, I realized that I thoroughly respect the flow and humor of this story. Imagery. Letters. Paragraphs. Words such as clitoris.