Captain Creeper
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Like other guys, I like to experiment. I’m not a stick in the mud. I own a Nancy Pelosi doll I go on dates with. But now they are talking about animating these things with robotics. Frankly, this worries me.
There are all sorts of news stories these days about robots malfunctioning. Just yesterday there was a story of a robot that was demonstrating karate moves that kicked some little kid in the gut. What in the hell is going to happen if you are getting it on with a robot and it goes bezerk?? You could lose … junk.
Picture it. It is Friday night. You have just finished your microwaved dinner. You snuggle up on the couch with your facsimile sweetheart, Roberta the Robot. The advanced machine starts responding positively to your moves. The next thing you know, you are … fully engaged. Then “RIP!!!”, off comes your hoo-hoo!! Blood is going everywhere. The pain is unbearable, and Roberta runs off into the woods behind your house with your thing.
You are either going to have to treat yourself (cauterize, etc…) or you are going to have to humiliate yourself and dial 911, after which you will probably show up on US Message Board in a link to the story on Daily Mail. You are ruined physically, emotionally, socially, and professionally,
Honestly, I can exercise sufficient self-control to wait until these things are fool-proof. But I worry about others who cannot. How many ding-dongs will have to be lost until these things are safe. And don’t even ask me about robots for women. The results could be even more brutal for them.
There are all sorts of news stories these days about robots malfunctioning. Just yesterday there was a story of a robot that was demonstrating karate moves that kicked some little kid in the gut. What in the hell is going to happen if you are getting it on with a robot and it goes bezerk?? You could lose … junk.
Picture it. It is Friday night. You have just finished your microwaved dinner. You snuggle up on the couch with your facsimile sweetheart, Roberta the Robot. The advanced machine starts responding positively to your moves. The next thing you know, you are … fully engaged. Then “RIP!!!”, off comes your hoo-hoo!! Blood is going everywhere. The pain is unbearable, and Roberta runs off into the woods behind your house with your thing.
You are either going to have to treat yourself (cauterize, etc…) or you are going to have to humiliate yourself and dial 911, after which you will probably show up on US Message Board in a link to the story on Daily Mail. You are ruined physically, emotionally, socially, and professionally,
Honestly, I can exercise sufficient self-control to wait until these things are fool-proof. But I worry about others who cannot. How many ding-dongs will have to be lost until these things are safe. And don’t even ask me about robots for women. The results could be even more brutal for them.

