The Art of Self-Destruction

What is truly disturbing about the rooms is not their construction—they're only as big as a walk-in closet, minus the clothes and shelves and racks—but what is held within them. Virtual women created solely for the pleasure of men. Except, these virtual replications are for a more visceral type of enjoyment: killing.

Programmed solely to be harmed by the men who purchase them, these holograms are termed "Hommies", able to do things real women cannot. Willing to give themselves completely to the man who buys them.

Until there is a glitch. A bug in the program. And one of the women, a Hommie, starts to become self-aware and question her existence, at the expense of her user's.