Continuing with my ongoing fascination for sexbots and how they’re going to change society comes this conclusion, from a chick writer no less:
The human experience of love, companionship and unconditional acceptance we often expect from our pets is being hacked, replicated and ultimately replaced by dolls who live in the cloud during the day and function as your robot wife/sex slave/ couch buddy at night. She can be anything you want her to be and demands nothing (unless you want her to). Soon she’ll be able to make sandwiches. I can’t help but wonder if a large majority of men won’t opt for the conflict-free humanoid over the real thing, with all of our baggage and hormones and mothers-in-law.
I don’t think it will be a majority of men, but it’s going to be a bigger number than anyone would expect — and for this, we can thank the Feministicals, woo hoo.
Prediction: It’ll be all over when the sexbots can make us sandwiches.
And pour a decent gin & tonic.
And reload our favorite .45 ACP cartridges… [okay, that’s enough, Kim.]