It was only a matter of time before I typed the magic words into my computer. That is, “fucking robots.” Can I say that I’m happy that I typed those words in? No. Not exactly. Happy is not the word. Disturbed and disappointed would be closer to the mark.
I have never before seen such an array of pistons and dildos and dildos attached to power tools. Sex is acted out here in the methodical fashion of . . . An analogy fails me. I’ve actually never seen anything quite like it. It’s sort of a cross between fucking and goosestepping. Human yet not. It is, actually, quite amazing.
But it has very little to do with robotics. The bar here, of what qualifies a machine as a robot, has been, I fear, drastically lowered. Either that or fucking is a lot simpler than I ever imagined.
Fucking has never been rocket science and that is what makes these machines all the more depressing. Almost every living thing can fuck. But even insects look like they’re enjoying themselves. These machines, sadly, do not even look like they know what they’re doing. Let alone how to do it well.
And the women. My God man, don’t even get me started on what must have happened in their childhood to occasion this sort of behavior!
