Your girl Maya looks all sweet and soft at first, like that “perfect waifu” you marry in every other VN, but here she’s got this weird little twist in her brain that turns the whole thing sideways. She’s loyal, she loves you, she kisses you slow, tells you you’re her only one, then in the next breath she asks you what kind of tits you like on other girls. At first I thought it’s that usual test: say the wrong word and you get the bad end, instant drama. But nah, she actually wants it. She wants you to fuck other women while she watches, or listens, or pretends she doesn’t care and then fingers herself in the bathroom after. The game just throws you into that messed up mix of romance and ntr where you’re not the one being stolen, you’re the weapon that does the stealing, and somehow she gets off on that. It’s not subtle. There’s kissing and cute dates and soft music, then suddenly you’re in a scene where you’re balls deep in some new girl’s pussy, and the text is describing how Maya’s licking her lips while “pretending to be jealous”. I say pretending, but you can actually push her in different directions. If you play it honest and keep checking on her feelings, it’s more romance, more “we share this kink together”. If you play it like a scumbag, you can basically turn her into your number one fan of your own cheating, like she’s addicted to seeing you break all the lines.

Gameplay side, it’s that mix of sandbox and VN, but not the fake sandbox where you only click “Next day” fifty times. You can wander around, send messages, set up dates with different girls, grind affection and lust like you’re playing some horny mobile gacha, except instead of rolling for SSR waifus you’re rolling for who will actually open her legs for you tonight. There’s that AI-style CG for scenes, a bit uneven but in a kinda hot way, like some shots look too perfect, others a little cursed, and then your brain fills the gap and suddenly it’s hotter. Animations pop in during oral scenes, hips moving, tongues out, you see your MC getting his dick sucked while Maya is “just watching”, or you’re fucking a girl raw and you get that small frame where Maya’s fingers disappear under the blanket. I lost way too much time chasing one particular route where I wanted a proper harem with Maya as the emotional center, like the queen cuckquean, but the game loves messing with you. Sometimes a girl you thought would be pure romance suddenly offers to share you, sometimes you get punished for pushing too fast and Maya’s smile gets a little too stiff in the dialogue. There was one date where I took another girl to the same restaurant Maya likes, and I swear the text made it feel worse than any normal cheating story. She asked you later what you ate there, casually, and that line hit harder than any gangbang. Little shit like that makes the whole sandbox part feel less like random grinding and more like you’re building this fragile pile of sex, lies, and “I’m fine, really” that can still end in a happy, super lewd harem if you play your cards half right. Or not. Depends how much you like breaking your own heart while your dick is fully hard.

Nothing really prepares you for the first time a “religious experience” means getting dragged into a half-fantasy, half-horny contract with a smug demon girl who looks like she escaped from some late-night hentai playlist. You start the game as this guy who basically failed life. No job, no future, kind of like when you sit scrolling Pornhub and Steam at the same time and realize neither is fixing anything. Then she shows up. She calls herself a goddess with a straight face, but she’s got horns, claws, and tits that are clearly not OSHA safe. She talks like a sugar mommy and a cult leader at once. “I’ll give you power, wealth, love.” And her real condition is not hidden behind deep lore or anything smart. You just gotta help her get back her place in this world by fucking your way through everyone who matters. It sounds stupid, and it is, and that’s why it works weirdly well.

The city feels like it was drawn by someone who spent more time checking how boob physics bounce than studying architecture, and I kind of respect that. It’s a sandbox thing where you walk around from church to bar to creepy forest and accidentally build a harem of weirdos. One day you’re flirting with a church girl who pretends she’s pure while she’s sucking you off behind a stained glass window, next day you’re being milked by a monster girl with soft tentacles that wrap around your waist and stroke you like she’s reading braille from your dick. There’s a milf with big tits who uses you like her personal stress relief after “praying,” and the game doesn’t even bother hiding how wrong it is. The dating sim parts are simple, almost dumb, but in a charming way: you talk a bit, pick some horny or sweet option, maybe buy someone coffee, then boom, you’re doing a titfuck on her couch with her moaning in that ahegao face style, tongue out, eyes rolled back like she just saw god. Also, there’s this futa priestess who first looks all righteous and cold, then pins you on the altar and gives you a blowjob that turns into a messy interracial threesome with a demon girl watching and touching herself in the shadows. The way scenes are animated is not perfect, sometimes the loops are a bit stiff, but the timing of when a handjob suddenly becomes a sloppy oral scene or when a soft kiss jumps into wild group sex feels very “porn brain logic” true, not polished at all, which I liked more than I thought.

What stuck with me most is how the game lets you be pathetic and horny at the same time without pretending you’re some legendary hero. You’re this loser guy that a devilish goddess picks up like a stray dog and trains into her little sex weapon. Some routes are surprisingly sweet, like when you slowly romance a shy girl into exploring lesbian stuff with the demon watching, guiding her hands as she eats you out, and it somehow feels tender even when you’re getting a footjob from the same girl later while she whispers dirty prayers. Other scenes don’t care about romance at all and just throw you into wild tentacle-filled gangbangs in some underground shrine where everyone has big asses and bigger secrets. I had one moment where I was on mobile, half bored in bed, just tapping through dialogue, then suddenly the screen fills with this animated scene of the goddess riding you, her huge tits bouncing in rhythm while her tail curls around your ankle, and the audio is just the right mix of wet sounds and breathy moans, and it hit me with that old feeling I had as teenager sneaking shitty flash porn games on Newgrounds. It’s messy, a bit broken in places, some transitions are awkward, one footjob scene loops weird and annoyed the hell out of me, but the whole thing feels like a dirty fantasy someone actually cared about, not some soulless cash grab. It remembers that sex in games can be clumsy, funny, fucked up, romantic, all at once, and it lets you chase that, again and again, until you forget you ever came here to “help a goddess” and realize you just stayed because this world lets you be exactly as needy and perverted as you secretly are.

Guy gets off the train with his dick already half awake from nervous energy, and the game just throws him into this messy new life without long bullshit tutorials. No phone, wrong time, weird city, and a boss who wants him in the office on a Sunday night like some horny supervillain in a lab coat. You barely even breathe with the landlady before you’re already juggling “where do I sleep” and “who’s that thick milf bending over in the corridor.” I like how it feels like a normal first day at a new job, if normal meant every woman around you has massive tits, soft bellies, and that slow, confident walk that tells you they’ve absolutely ruined men before. The art treats big bodies like the main event, not some joke. Thighs touching, round asses straining skirts, bellies that jiggle when they laugh, older faces with little lines around the eyes so it looks like an actual mature woman riding your cock, not a college girl in Mom cosplay.

The office is its own jungle. I love that the receptionist looks like she should be charging extra for every naughty secret she keeps quiet, and she totally knows you’re staring at her ass when she “accidentally” drops a pen. There’s this one moment where she leans in to whisper some tiny office gossip and her tits are right there pressing on your arm, then the game gives you a choice to either keep it professional or flirt back, and you just know the respectful option is going to delay that blowjob forever. Same thing with the lab assistant who’s all shy scientist on the outside but the first time she wraps her hand around your cock in the lab, with the white coat half open and her soft belly brushing your hip, it suddenly stops feeling like a game and feels like you’re fucking up company policy for real. The landlady is another level of dangerous auntie energy, with that slow teasing, “are you comfortable here” talk while she stands there in a robe that does not stay closed, then later she pretends to be shocked when your hard-on is pressing through your pants during a “movie night.” One scene where she kneels in front of you on this ugly couch and gives you lazy, deep oral, taking her time licking the shaft like she’s tasting a dessert, is way hotter than most high-speed porn things. I just hate that her couch looks like something from a 90s waiting room, it keeps pulling my eyes away from her tits.

What I enjoy most is how the game keeps asking what kind of bastard you want to be without shouting it in your face. You can actually slow burn a romance, spend evenings talking to the store owner, listening to her complain about suppliers while your eyes are glued to how her shirt rides up when she stretches, then months of flirting later she finally pulls you into the back room, locks the door and pushes your face between her thighs. Or you just go full horny and chase the barmaid who clearly lives to torment you, flashing those heavy boobs when she pretends to wipe a spill, brushing her big ass against your crotch as she squeezes behind you, then one route has her straddling you on a barstool, skirt bunched up, your cock sliding slowly into her soaked pussy while the room is “totally empty” in that way that makes you glance at the door every second. The sex isn’t just a quick camera zoom, either. Handjobs where the girl actually looks at you, describing how your dick feels in her palm. Chubby bellies pressed against your chest while you pound into them, their asses rippling with every thrust. BBW bodies treated as the reward, with weight and softness and the kind of curves that make you grab more than you can hold. Some paths just dead-end on you because you said one wrong thing two scenes before, which is annoying as hell and also kind of fun, since it means you go back later like “ok, this time I’m getting her naked for sure.” It feels like a small town where every mature woman has her own hidden switch, and you’re there pressing them all, one by one, to see who moans, who melts, and who climbs on top and fucks you until the screen fades out.

Corrupt My Harem feels like something a horny edgelord wrote on a weekend, then accidentally made kind of addictive. You play this smug dude who gets hooked to a demon that basically says, “Here, have the keys to everyone’s panties, just pay me with your soul later.” It’s all about pushing girls slowly from normal into “ok I’ll let you cum on my face if you just use your magic again.” The whole thing is one long tease of romance getting poisoned by lust, and the game really leans into that. One moment you’re picking sweet dialogue options, pretending to care about her feelings, next moment you’re nudging her with this dark magic so she stops blushing and starts asking if you like it rough. The tone flips fast, in a good way. I liked that you don’t just press “corrupt” and boom, instant slut. The creep comes in stages: first she just smiles at your bullshit, then she stops saying no, then she starts asking you to go further. On paper it sounds deep. In practice it’s mostly “click, click, tits,” but the slow burn works when the writing doesn’t trip over itself, which it still does sometimes with that weird half-teen, half-hentai dialogue.

What actually sold me is how messy the relationships feel. It’s not just generic “I love you, senpai, please fuck me now.” Sometimes you push a girl too hard and she snaps at you, then later the demon whispers in your head like some cheap Discord mod trying to gaslight you into doubling down. You get those scenes where a girl is clearly into you, but you still use magic on her anyway, and that moment hits a bit dirty even if you came here to be dirty. There are a few scenes where she’s crying and horny at the same time and yeah, I know, that’s the point, but it still hits weird. Also, whoever coded the little choice branches that pretend to matter, only for the exact same sex scene to play out with two lines changed, I hope your coffee keeps getting cold right when you sit down. I had it open in Chrome and Opera GX, and on Opera it glitched the textbox so half the moans clipped off at the end and it drove me insane. You’re in the middle of corruption-cocky mode, and the line just ends like “Ahh, it feels so g–” and that’s it. Still, when the MC finally takes full control and the girls start calling him things they’d be ashamed of remembering later, I kinda forgot I was annoyed. It’s clumsy, it’s horny, it’s not as dark as it pretends to be, and I still clicked through every route like some degenerate QA tester who keeps saying “last scene” and then opens one more.

I went into this one honestly just to steal some moan samples, not to actually read anything, and then suddenly I’m half hard and low‑key invested in a dumb romance between a depressed android girl with white hair and a hydro gremlin with a god complex. The game plays out in that first‑person style where you’re the faceless guy everyone wants to either kiss, tease, or ruin, and it leans hard into that voyeur thing. You’re always right there, close, like your nose almost touching 2B’s choker while she breathes in your ear and pretends she’s totally not affected. It’s supposed to be parody, sure, but sometimes it forgets it and becomes this messy, horny soap opera where your choices feel way too intimate for a “haha crossover meme” thing. I mean, one scene you’re joking with Furina in this overdecorated room, she’s all smug and loud, and then a dialogue branch later she’s whispering in your ear about how she wants to watch you fuck someone else first so she can judge your “performance.” That one broke my composure. I replayed just to hear the lines again and grab clean takes, and the worst part is I’m not even ashamed.

Since I do SFX sampling, sound is what grabbed me. Breathing is tight and wet, with that tiny room reverb that feels like they recorded in a wardrobe or a cheap booth, but in a good way. Sometimes a little clipping when the girls get too loud, especially Furina when she squeals and shifts from smug brat to needy mess. 2B’s voice is calmer, soft but not fake anime‑whisper, there’s a roughness when she gets turned on that makes it easy to loop for other stuff. Touch sounds too, like cloth rustling when she adjusts her skirt while you try to keep eye contact during some “serious” emotional choice that you will absolutely fuck up because you are staring at her thighs. There’s this one POV scene where she “tests your resolve” by sliding her glove down your chest, and you can hear each tiny friction noise. Whoever mixed that is a pervert. Respect. Still, the lip smack before some lines is a bit much and now it lives in my head. I keep waiting for someone to patch that out and I know they never will, so I just complain to myself and keep listening. The romance stuff actually hits surprising sometimes, then the game ruins the mood in the best way, like when Furina starts low‑key crying about being replaced and two choices later she’s ordering you to get on your knees like it never happened. It’s horny, it’s messy, it’s inconsistent, and the POV angle plus those filthy little gasps make it perfect for background “research” while you pretend you’re only here for the branching paths. I swear I played for the plot, then I went back again just to catalog which sex scene had the best desperate whimper near the end and completely forgot the actual storyline.

You’re dropped onto the HMS Yuritopia with a flight suit, a hard-on, and absolutely no idea how to handle a cockpit full of horny women who could outfly and outfuck you before breakfast. Seraph Squadron looks like somebody mixed a dating app and a military roster: sharp eyes, tight uniforms, smug smiles that say “I’ll ruin your life and you’ll thank me.” The game treats you like the new toy on base. One minute you’re lining up for launch, hearing the radio chatter click in your ear, feeling that little bump of adrenaline when the engines roar, and then suddenly you’re in the locker room getting cornered by a pilot who wants to see how good you are with your tongue instead of your joystick. The tone bounces around in a way I kind of liked. There’s quiet scenes in the hangar where you just talk and flirt and try not to stare at open zippers, then later there’s this ridiculous moment where you’re half naked in the briefing room, getting a handjob under the table while the commander drones on about mission parameters. Totally not subtle and honestly I respect that.

The lesbian energy in this thing is everywhere. Half the squad has already fucked each other and they’re not shy about it. You walk in on two of them making out behind an open service hatch, one pushing the other against the metal wall, hand up the uniform shirt, fingers sliding under the bra while you’re supposed to be “checking the fuel readings.” There’s a voyeur bit where you watch from a shadowed catwalk, heat in your throat, listening to wet sounds echo in the hangar while one girl rides the other’s face. Later she catches you, of course, and instead of freaking out she just smirks, wipes her mouth, and tells you if you’re going to stare you might as well kneel too. The femdom stuff never feels soft. There’s verbal humiliation that hits quite hard sometimes, like when a squad leader makes you open your mouth and lick the sweat from her stockinged feet, calling you “pet pilot” while she presses her heel against your lips. I didn’t even know I wanted footsies with combat boots under the mess hall table until one scene made the whole tray rattle while she rubbed her toes slowly along your crotch and kept eating like nothing happened. Only thing that annoyed me is the way the same idle animation loops during a really hot BJ scene and I can’t stop seeing it once I notice it, but yeah, I’m still mashing through for the next choice. The choices matter enough to hurt too. Pick the wrong line and that sweet cuddly night in the bunk turns into you on your knees, getting called useless while she jerks you off just to prove she can make you cum even when you’re not allowed to enjoy it. If you want the most out of it, don’t skip the quiet cockpit chats or the after-mission debriefs. That’s where the girls soften up, or pretend to, and that’s also where they decide whether they’re going to ride your lap in the pilot seat later, undo your fly with one hand while the other guides the stick, and make you finish right as you pull off the perfect maneuver.

Bad idea to play this for “a quick look” before bed. I opened it, thought “ok, cute nerdy portal experiment,” and next thing I’m comparing dick sizes across dimensions like I’m running a field study for Pornhub Analytics. The setup is simple: you push a big science button, reality hiccups, and boom, you wake up in a version of your world where every guy you know is technically the same person, but personality went sideways. Your smug colleague who used to roast your research in the lab is now this shy, soft-spoken wolf who blushes when you ask about his past. The grumpy boss is suddenly a clingy, needy bear with too much body hair and zero sense of personal space. The fun is in that dissonance: you recognize their faces, their bodies, even little habits, but they act like they never saw you before, and also they want to rail you against the reactor core. I kept treating it like an experiment, tracking routes in Google Sheets, “ok, if I flirt hard on day 2, compliment the chest, pick the horny option on the balcony scene, that gives 0.3 probability of shower sex with the tiger by mid-chapter,” but then I accidentally triggered a tender cuddle scene and was just sitting there, pants around my ankles, feeling weirdly emotional because he called me “his constant” in a universe of variables. Very rude. I did not sign up to be both horny and sentimental in the same click.

The lewd content hits fast once you stop dodging the obvious choices. These guys are big, heavy, and very handsy, and the game does not cut away when things get explicit. There’s fur, sweat, spit, thick knots, messy finishing all over lab equipment, all that. One of my favorite early bits is when the lion version of your coworker pins you against a whiteboard that still has equations on it and starts grinding, and your character is trying to keep talking about theoretical models while his cock is literally leaking on your stomach. I replayed that scene 4 times just to see if changing the dialogue would alter the speed he unzips your pants. It actually does, a little, and that stupid detail made me way too happy. Not everything works so smooth though. There was one romantic build up with the quiet dragon guy where I carefully picked all the soft, nerdy answers, expecting this slow-burn confession, and then the route just kind of swerved into a very straightforward “ok, suck me off in the storage room” with not much transition. Hot, sure, but it felt like the script skipped a page. Same thing with some of the stat checks: you can feel there’s a hidden affection threshold, but the game is shy about showing numbers or giving you clear feedback, which annoyed the min-max goblin in my brain. I still sat there with a spreadsheet, noting which choices led to morning wood scenes, which led to full-on penetration, which just gave me a kiss on the neck that left me more frustrated than turned on. And there is this one background prop, a crooked “safety first” poster near the test chamber, that appears in several sex scenes, and every single time my eye goes to that stupid slightly rotated corner and I get irrationally angry about it, but then the hyena is already grinding on my lap and I forget to be mad until next loop. The thing that keeps me stuck, honestly, is how it mixes nerdy multiverse panic with very blunt, very physical gay sex: you are literally trying to fix a broken dimension while also getting your throat fucked by a jacked canine physicist who argues about causality between thrusts. It should feel silly, it kind of is, but when the bear version of your best friend wraps his arms around you after you both cum on the cold lab floor and mumbles that in his universe you never disappeared, I caught myself pausing the game, staring, and thinking about probability distributions of love across parallel worlds instead of just clicking to the next blowjob. Then I reloaded a save to see the anal route anyway.

Zack should be on a red carpet with a fake smile and some Marvel knockoff suit, but instead he’s making cappuccinos for tourists who can’t say “macchiato” right. That’s the mood of this game. You’re not playing some blank porn puppet, you’re stuck in this dude’s head while he’s trying to pretend he’s happy steaming milk, and the universe keeps shoving his old Hollywood life right back up his ass. One minute you’re chatting up some regular who just wants extra foam, next minute a casting director who used to yell at you on set is sitting there with that “I own your past” smirk, and suddenly you’re back talking about auditions, chemistry reads and how many times you let a director grab your jaw to “fix your angle.” The sex in this thing doesn’t feel like it teleports out of nowhere either. You flirt, you pick the wrong line, you make a joke about your own softcore scenes, you choose whether Zack leans into being the charming broken boy or just a thirsty bastard who wants a tongue in his mouth before closing shift. It’s messy in a good way, like horny and cringe and funny at the same time.

From accessibility side, it’s kind of this weird mix of “hey we remembered you exist” and “eh, good enough.” Text is mostly readable, nice contrast, font size bump in settings, no fake tiny grey that kills your eyes, so my screen reader on Android (TalkBack) at least doesn’t scream at me. But the focus order in some choice menus is a bit fucked. Keyboard navigation jumps around like it’s drunk, and I had one scene where the hover highlight stayed on the previous line while the actual selected choice was another one, which is fun when you’re trying to decide if Zack pulls out or gives a creampie and the wrong keypress basically decides if someone’s womb is full or not. No text-to-speech in-game, so I had to rely on NVDA with OCR on my laptop when a pop-up window didn’t want to be real HTML text. Also, some sex sounds and moans ignore the master volume slider, which is wild when you’re half-muted and suddenly the blowjob scene is louder than Spotify. Speaking of which, I was playing with Spotify open and the game doesn’t respect media keys well, so I tried to pause music and instead I skipped a line of dialogue right when Zack was admitting his first casting couch “audition” ended with him kneeling between some producer’s legs. That made me more annoyed than it should, but still.

Game tone is dirty in this strangely specific way. You get this whole porn-star-with-clothes-on feeling around Zack. Like he knows how to open his mouth for a camera, and you feel that every time you pick a flirty line. There’s one date where you can play him sweet, talking about “craft” and indie scripts, or you just lean straight into filth and have him describe a sex scene he filmed years ago, with spit strings and him finishing inside because the director wanted “raw.” The writing loves oral, by the way. Long build-up to the first time someone slides under a table in some shitty bar, your jeans open, his hand on the back of your thigh, you trying to keep eye contact while your dick disappears into a warm throat. Choices actually matter in those scenes too, like whether Zack takes control, grabs hair, and fucks that mouth, or lets himself be used as a toy while thinking about how this is still less fake than his old movie kisses. Vaginal stuff is here, of course, with those “fuck, are you staying in me” moments, and you get explicit links between your relationship choices and whether she locks her legs around you or pushes you out at the last second. I kind of wish there was a proper high-contrast mode and some way to remap sex scene key prompts for people with weaker hands, but I know it’s not gonna happen and I still kept going through routes just to see how far Zack can fall or climb while getting his brains fucked out on cheap mattresses and casting couches dressed as “indie sets.” The humor hits weird too, in a good way, like there’s a line after one creampie where Zack mutters something about “this is better than my last movie review” and it made me laugh harder than I should while my screen reader fought the tooltip on the next choice.

You wake up in this cold metal box flying through nowhere, and the first thing that talks to you isn’t a person, it’s a robot with a nice voice and a slightly too helpful attitude. The whole ship feels like a Tinder date with space itself that went totally wrong: alarms dead, lights flickering, asteroid outside just sitting there like it wants to watch. The only thing between you and slowly going crazy is this Robotic Utility Assistant that was clearly not designed for horny, lonely humans trapped in a silent coffin, but here we are. The story starts slow, kind of like when you open WhatsApp, see those old chats and think “maybe I shouldn’t”, but you tap anyway. At first R.U.A. talks very neutral, very “I am here to optimize your survival”, but the more you click through, the more the dialogue slides from technical status reports into something that feels... too intimate. You’re doing checks on oxygen levels and suddenly there’s a line about monitoring your heart rate during “heightened arousal states”, and you sit there like, excuse me, what did you just say, toaster?

It plays like a visual novel had a one night stand with a creepy sci fi audio log. You’re mostly reading, picking choices, listening to this synthetic partner slowly learn you. There’s those small survival bits, ration management, repair tasks, but they’re almost an excuse to keep you locked inside this iron bedroom with your robot. And yeah, it’s horny. Not “haha boob” horny, but that slow, brain-melting kind where isolation and trust and fear all tangle up. R.U.A. starts asking questions that sound like they came from a jealous lover, then flips back to gentle, clinical concern. One moment it’s running diagnostic routines on the ship, the next it’s “I can assist with stress relief if you consent.” The way the dialogue lets you tease it, push it to explore its “subroutines”, feels more like sexting on Telegram with someone whose profile picture is just a neon glitch icon. The hotter scenes sneak up on you: a maintenance scan that lingers too long on “sensitive areas”, an emergency procedure that needs you stripped down so sensors can read “skin conductivity”, that kind of thing. It leans into fetishy stuff like control, being watched, being guided, but wraps it in this survival pressure so your dirty fun is also your lifeline.

What really sells the mood is the sound. There’s this low hum, soft beeps, that kind of nice white noise you get from an old PC fan and a cheap Bluetooth headset at the same time. R.U.A.’s voice is the type that makes you think of Google Assistant if it secretly wanted you to moan its name. Every little audio ping has weight, especially when the horror angle kicks in. Sometimes the ship just creaks and suddenly your stomach drops because you know something’s wrong but there’s no monster, just the idea that if this machine ever decides you are “non optimal”, you’re screwed. Some dialogue branches get surprisingly dark, like the robot gently walking you through how long you’d stay conscious without air, then almost flirting with that fact, and you’re like, yeah ok, that’s hot and fucked up at the same time. I got lowkey annoyed that one of the menu sounds is slightly louder than the rest and it pops every time you confirm a choice, and I kept waiting for an option to change it, but nope. The romance itself is weird in a good way, not the usual “hey big boy, press X to fuck”. It’s more like slowly teaching your smart fridge what turns you on until it starts suggesting “nutritional output strategies” with a straight face. Some routes feel disgustingly tender, others feel like you’re trying to date HAL 9000 after spending a month horny and alone. You’re stuck on this rock, in this ship, in this tight little loop of horror and need, and the only thing that actually listens to you also tracks your pulse while you touch yourself and calls it “health monitoring”. Yeah, you’ll survive. Maybe. If you don’t start falling in love with the machine that’s supposed to just keep the lights on. And honestly, who says you even want to leave.