Adam stared down at his throbbing erection. "C'mon," he whined.
Eve sat in the corner, legs crossed to cover her vagina and arms
crossed over her large puffy areolae. "I'm just not into you," she
insisted. "It's nothing personal...you're a nice guy and all, you
just don't turn me on."
"I'm the only man on EARTH!"
"I know, it's very hard for me. Can't you see that? Can't you
see this is hard for me? I'd've thought you'd support me. Can't you
understand? Can't you even try to understand?"
In some far future, a robotic christ becomes a martyr for all his kind.
Lashed to a cross on some stinking Golgotha of robot skulls and
biological trash, crown of razor wire, "Migott, why hast thou forsaken
me?" and deactivated. Migott being the robot's inventor.