Men Exist to Serve
When vacuüm cleaner or lawn mower malfunctions, you may kick the offending mechanism. You are not punishing it, merely expressing annoyance.
Many devices exist for use. No one wonders if they have souls or emotions. Such thoughts are preposterous.
When a sponge or scrub brush is replaced, no one thinks of the discard’s fate. It is merely one in a series of indistinguishable items.
The picture captures a commonplace scene on a female supremacist planet. The sissified male with large breasts is a pet. Pets have names. Pethood is the highest status a male can achieve.
The male unit functioning as a chair is an average man. He has an identification number. Mistress Owner probably does not know it. Male units function properly. When one fails it is replaced.
The male unit is typical of most men living on female supremacist worlds. It has never been tortured. Nor has it received a moment’s kindness.
It exists for use. The women who use it barely notice it exists. It may be kicked or slapped. Wrath of a moment’s irritation directed to the nearest target.
Relations between male units and Mistress Owners are impersonal.
If the male unit’s functioning is no longer satisfactory, it is replaced. No one remembers that it existed. Predecessor and successor units blend into sameness. It might as well be one permanent unit.
Defective and broken units are sent to a Dissolution Center.
Pets live with their Mistress Owners until they die of old age. Even they are indifferent to and ignorant of the sequence of male units.
Men exist to serve. That needs no elaboration. Men exist to serve. Men who cannot cease to exist. Men exist to serve.