Why? Why? I came here from a faraway planet. A planet ruled by a chauvinistic Manputer that was really a Manbot. Have you any idea how it feels to be a Fembot living in a Manbot's Manputer's world?
2003, Jyanni Steffensen, “Doing It Digitally: Rosalind Brodsky and the Art of Virtual Female Subjectivity”, in Reload: Rethinking Women + Cyberculture[1], The MIT Press, →ISBN, page 218:
The body of Eve 8, the fembot, represents both steely industrial strength and the mysteries of microelectronic circuitry.
2006, M. Apostolina, Dark Cindy[2], Simon & Schuster, →ISBN, page 136:
I see spandex, I see leather. Mmm. Yes. Very fembot.
As this happens, Athena will shuck off her robothood, will re-turn to her real Source, to her Self, leaving the demented Male Mother to play impotently with his malfunctioning machine, his dutiful dim-witted "Daughter", his broken Baby Doll gone berserk, his failed fembot.
1996, Melissa Raphael, Thealogy and Embodiment: The Post-Patriarchal Reconstruction of Female Sacrality[3], Sheffield Academic Press, →ISBN, page 61:
[...] patriarchal socialization works to sap, stunt and tame this energy, leaving successfully adapted women as little more than 'fembots' or 'feminized artifacts' who have become the products and commodities of patriarchal 'necrophilic' sexual fantasy.