from warren ellis's Angel Stomp Future:

She used to have eyes I could lose myself in, and then she had them replaced with laser pointers. Little red dots jumping up and down on the bedroom wall as I took her from behind.

I could live with that until she had the animal voice import. The cheetah purring was okay, but the dingo noises just killed the mood. The combination of the red eyes and the gorilla sounds when she jerked off was horrible. And it just... it got worse in just a few weeks. Things were moving down there that shouldn't have. "Don't be scared," she said, as stuff pumped like organ stops under her skin. Something extended itself and waved at me.

I threw up between her legs and she didn't talk to me for a week. Which I suppose you can't really blame her for, but still.

I knew it was over when she cut her legs off. Had them hacked off at the knee and came home with a suitcase full of modular replacements. The stumps had little Firewire ports that plugged into the new lower leg units.

After that, it just got ugly. I had to go. I saw her again a couple of weeks ago. She's got a new boyfriend. He's got a revolving drum in his stomach and white plastic skin. He's called Spin. She was leaning on him and grinning.

I'm living in my car now. My car loves me. I mean, it wouldn't have grown a real vagina for me otherwise, would it?