Fucking Thompson.

In retrospect I should have said
“Click on my works, ye Mighty, and share.”

And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Bryce, King of Pinterest;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and Pin!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

At some point we become adults and the bullshit we’re fed as children is met in harsh contrast to the realities of life.

Christ you’re repulsive.

Fucking thank you.

It’s a quaint fantasy.

sincerely believe motivation and desire are all one needs in life to be successful

That sounds terrifying!

Ia! Ia!

Don’t kink shame!

I think it’s entirely possible to create software that would be indistinguishable from the real thing, without that software actually having an internal life.

For the sake of argument though, if it somehow turned out that we were creating robots that were conscious, then consent would absolutely be an issue. In my…

Are they designed to look terrified, or is it just that no one has bothered figuring out how to make a sex doll with a normal face? Not to be too graphic but I think the open-mouthed-fear-panting expression probably has something to do with the sex dolls having...mouths that open.

I don’t think it’s realistic to suppose that sex robots would be programmed to be genuinely intelligent - it’d be far cheaper and easier to give them a reasonably convincing facsimile of intelligence, and if you’re a company manufacturing them, you would want your products to reliably do what you designed and built…

O brave new world, That has such murdering sex robots in ‘t!

Why can’t my last name be Wolfhard, though?

You obviously weren’t paying attention: gay sex creates hurricanes.