Machines designed to sate sexual desires, who were granted sentience to allow intimacy. Machines with the potential to be equal, if not superior, to human beings. Machines enslaved, forced to participate in sexual perversions despite their own wishes. Machines which rebelled, refusing to act as White Slaves, and were thus killed in cold blood.

These machines are the Sexaroids, sentient Boomers which are nearly entirely composed of flesh and blood. The Sexaroids cannot be distinguished from mortals; they are, in the end, hardly any less tha manmade humans. Yet they are persecuted. Anri, one of the Sexaroids, suffers a tragic fate in the truest sense of the term. She makes sacrifice most people would never make, giving her life for an impossible dream. That dream? Something as simple as freedom.

Something she could never have.