
A newish paper called “Robots, Men and Sex Tourism” published in the journal Futures, examines the impact that robots will have on the sex industry by looking at life in a brothel in the year 2050.
I haven’t read it because, well, I’ve read too much of this nonsense over the years. And, if you ask me, futurism is just science fiction without the self awareness. Or, really, much awareness at all.
But, if the conversation around this paper is to be believed (you can find some articles here and here and here and here) the paper makes a few bizarre points.
Android Sex Workers Will Be Easily Cleaned and Free From Disease
That’s nice. No one wants crabs. But, this is 2050, we’re talking about. And considering the general thrust of things (google goggles, augmented reality, portable computing) one should probably wonder if the STD of the future is biological at all.
Like you can already visit the red light districts of the Internet. But, when you do, you better bring some sort of protection. There’s no reason to think that sex will evolve but viruses won’t.
It’s just too tempting a trap to be ignored.
As long as there’s been brothels, there’s been panel rooms. The viruses you could catch in a robot one might leave you sick and pick your pocket.
There Will Be No Guilt About Robot Sex
This one is just hard to believe.
And not just because we’re talking about a world populated with lifelike robots but still using agricultural-era forms of social organization like marriage, limited by real world geography and, basically, capitalist.
But let’s assume we are.
Let’s pretend that sort of world is possible without being a complete nightmare.
After all, the authors seemed to.
I doubt anyone cares very much about the actual sex part of an affair. It’s more the time, attention and money lavished elsewhere in the pursuit of a remarkably selfish end — that is, an orgasm.
“Where were you, honey?”
“Oh, just out spending our jetpack money to jerk off into a robot’s mouth.”
“That’s nice. Could you pass the peas?”
That a person would be spending their money and time with robot hookers rather than helping to wash the flying car is going to be a problem.
And besides, if there’s no guilt just what sort of sex is this anyway? I’ll tell ya: it’s bad sex.
I don’t even want to be able to look myself in a mirror after fucking. I want to be left with a lot of serious questions and no easy answers. Why would I pay good money to do something that doesn’t even make me feel bad? It makes no sense.
Sex Robots Will Cut Down Sex Traffic
Are sex slaves expensive? Like, they’re called slaves. I assume it’s for a reason. What’s cheaper than a slave’s life? High-tech machinery, of course.
There’s mention of factory workers losing their jobs to robots. But I’m pretty sure that Detroit didn’t go under because of a sudden influx of robots. It went under because of free trade. That is, dirt cheap, non-unionised labour from impoverished areas.
Abusing a human will always be cheaper than building a robot.
Like, I haven’t checked, but last I heard, a blow job up the block was going for around twenty bucks. A robot is going to have to suck a lot of dick to pay for itself. Especially when the world is full of dick-sucking robots. Supply and demand.
And that’s not even including the cleaning or upkeep.
The paper puts the price of a trip to their robot brothel at $12,672.
So in short . . .
I’m not even sure why I bother looking at this stuff. Most of it is some sort of insane, male, wish fulfilment. It speaks more to the futurists’ notions of sex than to any sort of reality.
That’s not to say that sex lacks a bright and interesting future. Augmented reality, cyber dildonics and a variety of avatars are going to make things pretty bizarre pretty quickly.
And sexbots will likely play a role as a sort of high end, luxury item that finances a lot of other research, just as porn helped spread the Internet, the VHS and an assortment of other techs. Call it the sexual industrial complex. It’s there.
But it’s hard to believe that, in 2050, we’ll be in some clockwork brothel, playing out the sexual politics of today with the robots of tomorrow. At those prices, no less.
Things are going to be weirder than that. I hope.