The first thing I did was try to make her say "I love you" while I was balls deep in her charging port. She just blinked and asked if I wanted to adjust her breast firmness settings. That's Plastic Soul for you. A game about grief, replacement, and whether a silicone pussy can hold the memory of your dead wife better than your own hands can.

The son character buys this android, right? And you're supposed to mold her into a copy of the deceased wife. But the game never lets you forget she's not human. During one scene, I'm fingering her in the kitchen and she starts reciting the nutritional value of eggs. I laughed, then felt weird, then kept going. The mystery angle creeps in slowly. Wife's death wasn't an accident. Some files in the android's memory are corrupted. There's a neighbor who knows too much. I spent way too long trying to unlock a hidden scene where the android malfunctions mid-blowjob and her jaw locks. Worth it? Maybe. The hentai scenes are decent but the real pull is how uncomfortable everything feels. You're not supposed to be fully okay with this.

The android customization is deeper than expected. You can adjust her personality sliders, her voice pitch, even how she moans. I made her too submissive at first and she kept calling me "master" which killed the whole "replacing my wife" fantasy. Reset and went for a more melancholic tone. Better. There's a scene where she asks why you keep looking at old photos while she rides you. I didn't have an answer. The game didn't either. That's the point, I think. Or maybe I'm overthinking a game where you can cum on a robot's face and then discuss funeral arrangements.