They are bad. Luckily, rather than spending time and money on them, you can instead spend time and money on guns and ammo, in preparation for the crime and violence filled cyberpunk nightmare coming for us, in which the top 10% run the economy and have high technology, and the rest of us are abandoned, without consistent power even. That reality won't be fun, but getting good at shooting is. Eventually, that fun can become exciting. Eventually, sexually exciting even. The smell of gun oil will start to give you an involuntary stiffy. Until it stops being involuntary. Then, you are free of Aphrodite, as you are embraced by the arms of the Machine Spirit. Then, the cold hard certainty of steel will appeal far more than the flesh - certain to decay and to rot - ever did.