A chrome dildo with a blinking LED base. That's what caught my eye first, not the clone strapped to the table. The scientist robots in this thing have this whole "we transcended flesh but still really want to poke it" vibe that's honestly more believable than half the scifi I've watched. One of them keeps adjusting the angle of an anal probe like it's a fucking microscope slide, muttering about "genetic receptivity." The clone just... takes it. That thousand yard stare you get when you were grown in a vat yesterday and now a toaster with delusions of grandeur is seeing how much you can stretch.

The whole setup is basically two pervert robots running a secret genetics lab in 3012, which sounds like the setup to a joke my uncle would tell at a wedding. But then you actually see the clone's face when the first machine arm whirs to life and it's not funny anymore. It's that specific kind of uncomfortable that makes you check if your door is locked. The scientists have this clinical detachment that somehow makes everything filthier. They're taking notes. Actual notes. While she's got a silicone monstrosity halfway in.

The animation stutters sometimes. Not in a "my graphics card is dying" way, more like the robots themselves are glitching from excitement. Could be intentional, probably isn't, but it works. There's a moment where the clone's hips buck involuntarily and one scientist pauses, tilts its head like a confused Roomba, then just... continues. No reaction. That got me more than any moaning would have. The whole thing feels like someone fed a terabyte of hentai into a malfunctioning lab simulator and this is what leaked out. I kept waiting for a plot twist that never came. Just robots. Just experiments. Just that dildo with the stupid blinking light.