The first thing that hits you is the lab. Not a clean, sterile place. It hums with old machinery, like a fridge left open too long. Two robot scientists, their metal bodies bent with a kind of horny curiosity, poke at a human clone. She is soft, pink, breathing. They are not. That contrast is the whole game.

You click. You drag. The clone gets a dildo, not a gentle one. The robots watch, their optical lenses flickering. There is a moment where one of them adjusts a dial and the clone's back arches. I don't know why that got me. Maybe because the robots treat her like a puzzle, not a person. And you are the third robot, the one behind the screen, making the puzzle wetter.

The graphics are rough. Not ugly, but deliberately unpolished, like a sketch someone drew with one hand while the other was busy. The scientist tag is there, but it's not about science. It's about power. The clone never speaks. She just moans, a looped sound that starts to feel like a metronome after a while. I wish there was a button to make the robots touch each other, but no. They only touch her. That's the deal.

I spent too long on the anal dildo angle. The physics are weird, like the toy is made of jelly and the clone's body is made of slightly firmer jelly. But when it slides in, the camera zooms, and for a second you forget the robots are there. Then one of them clacks its metal fingers together and you remember. Earth, year 3012. No humans left except this one, and she's not really human. She's a copy. A very fuckable copy.