AK-15 is the mother figure of my dreams. As the strongest combat robot of Neo-Soviet, she's powerful enough to give me perfect security. She doesn't talk much and never influences my emotions. Yet she silently cares for me too. And best of all, her face always remains expressionless—she'll never show disappointment no matter what mistakes I make or how imperfect I am.
I can bury my head between her huge breasts, breathe in her scent mixed with motor oil, suckle her synthetic milk, and rub my cock against her abdominal muscles. Her legs could crush my spine with just one squeeze. But being the finest robot of Neo-Soviet, she has perfect control over her strength.
Oh god, I wish human technology could advance to this level within my lifetime. I hope I won't be too old and impotent by then. Otherwise, I might have to rely on something like "Big Cannon Model 1.0."