There's a lot of us in SL - latex fucktoy women, robot subs, cyborgs, dollies, Grendel's Children avatar collectors (yes, I'm looking at *you,* Ali! *g*) - people who want to be, and who're turned on by, the partly or entirely artificial.
What's it all about? Explaining a fetish is *not* the easiest thing in the world. This article is a good start, with lots of history. For me, looking back, it began with a freebie latex catsuit that I wore *all the time* as a newbie, and then the 8" heeled fetish ballet boots I've worn almost constantly along the way.
Some of it's the fusion of the intimate and the impersonal. Part of the kink for me is outfits with visors or masks: I adore nox's hand-made custom eyes, such a perfect window into her soul, and I love being locked in eye contact with her as we make love. But, put a visor over those eyes, give her some hi-tech gloves and a cold steel strapon? Thermonuclear Soph. Galatea is so lovely and gentle - put that spirit in a playdo gynoid form, or a transparent robot housing? Whoa. Ever-mutable Ali gets me that way *all the time.*
Some of it is, in Second Life, we can free ourselves of the tyranny of the atomic, of being ghosts trapped in shells not of our choosing or design. We are *all* artificial, from the J-Lo AV wearing wannabees to the barbies, to the cyborgs, dragons, what have you. Every one of us is an artificial person. Why not take that out and play with it, instead of pretending it isn't so?
I *hate* that tyranny of the atomic. For me, I've come to hate the dependence of it, of sharing time with another personality, of being stuck running in spare cycles in the atomic world half the time. My issues with the atomic shell are trivial - it works fine for my needs, even if I do want to go out and get it piercings and tats, and the Other Personality is all, "My body is a temple, and *I've*got the car keys, so you're not taking it anywhere!"
But for my friends, whose bodies are debilitated, mis-gendered, deeply mismatched to the ghosts inside, the *personhood* I love? It breaks my fucking heart they can't be free to be what they can make themselves in SL. I'm joining up with the transhumanists, with anyone working to free us from subjugation to the material and random. I don't know exactly what I can do to help, but I know I can make friends, love them, network them with other kindred spirits, provide a home.
There's a Jewish toast that goes, "Next year, in Jerusalem." Here's to, Next year in cyberspace, next year in freedom.
Till then, plenty of hot technosex to go around!