This story is bullshit, nothing like this has ever happened, the characters described do not exist in real life: neither Married Woman, nor Computer-Made Man, nor my Vibrator's (larger) Older Brother, nor Girlfriends, nor Merca, or myself. I would like the idea that this story has no author either. Behind every sentence, it is necessary to multiply: fiction and artistic interpretation.
Whether it is fiction or anthropological research, (as the author likes to emphasize) it is certainly not an erotic work. An average person with a strong sense of humor should still get the joke.