Yeah, it's a bit out of the ordinary, but not so much so that I can't imagine how it could've come about. Maybe a bit creepy, maybe not. Nothing glaring enough to arouse any sense of instant virulent moral outrage, anyways.

Sounds like something my parents would say.

Yeah, we don't do family dinners much.

Seven years. 17/24.

Oh, I understand that, but I think it's just as important to remember that sometimes it does mean that you can't follow your dreams. Sometimes when we try to be encouraging, we end up trivializing their very real limitations and need for special accommodations in the process. The intentions are good, but it can end up…

I normally don't read reviews, but I'd occasionally make exceptions to see what he thought. He seemed to be unusually willing to rate a movie based on what it was trying to accomplish, rather than measuring them all together on some sort of bizarre scale transcending genre and theme. I appreciated that.

There's this unfortunate recurring idea that anyone with any degree of disability should automatically be able to accomplish whatever the most famous or prominent person in the world with the condition has, whether it be becoming a brilliant, reality-shattering scientist or a gold medal-winning Paralympian. It's the…

Those shoulders. The eighties are back?

It's a way to remove a little of the bite from direct orders or controversial opinions and to sound less cranky.

Disregarding the physical aspects of constructing an appropriately realistic-looking sexbot, the actual degree of intelligence probably wouldn't have to be that high - no more than, say, any current video game's ability to simulate an environment and take random factors (like, say, a player's actions) into account.…

Half of each, I think.

The simplest solution, I think, would be to create robots that most obviously aren't self-aware, since, thankfully, we're not yet living in a science fiction universe where even the most rudimentary computer eventually goes mad and tries to commit genocide by hacking nuclear launch codes. Just a set of programs going…

It's as if millions of moose suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.

It exists.

If there's someone with half a brain in the industry, they'll keep them to themselves and sell their services by the hour. Robobrothels, if you will.

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It reminds me of this story from a while back, which, apart from highlighting the absurd sudden and arbitrary justice of the religious police, is also equally worthy of reading for the truly hilarious reactions in its aftermath.

Also relevant, speaking of social media.

I'm kind of an overachiever, but at the same time, the rat race is soul-crushingly boring most of the time.

Three out of three kitties agree that this is a highly desirable career path.

They're probably paranoid that they're like one of those animals (I forget the species) that lurks around in the background until the alphas start fighting, and then sneaks by to impregnate the females while they're distracted.

Which, now that I think about it, applied to people, is kind of a hilarious mental image.