Building on yesterday's blog, finally another of those much wanted items of future tech that Hollywood promised me as a kid is here. Sex robots have arrived. Cherry 2000 is a reality.
Roxxxy is five feet, seven inches tall, weighs 120 pounds, and is made by TrueCompanion. Roxxy isn't their first attempt at a sex robot, there was Trudy in 1993, but Trudy wasn't as "user friendly" as Roxxxy is. Roxxxy is customizable, internet connectible, and has moving 'inputs'. She also has multiple personalities.
The designer, Douglas Hines, asked himself that age-old question; "wouldn't it be great if I could create a robot with artificial intelligence and have it hold someone's personality and preferences - this way, we could talk to the robotic version of that person and ask it questions whenever we wanted"?
Questions such as can you spread your legs wider, or do you like it rough? No, you actually chit-chat with Roxxxy about cars, sports, etc. That's just what everyone wants to do with their sex toys, right? I discuss Descartes with a dildo, don't you?
So, Roxxxy, how about them Raiders? Did you hear that rain last night? Have you seen the Picasso exhibit that's in town? Why do you think all my friends laugh at me? Why am I so alone? Is this knot going to hold my weight when I kick the chair away? How many days do you think it'll be before they find my body?
Roxxxy comes programmed with five distinct named personalities, each with their own ways of responding to you. Wild Wendy is outgoing. Mature Martha is, well, older. S&M Susan likes B&D. There's a young, naive personality I couldn't find the name of, but probably comes with bobby socks and a lollipop. Then there's Frigid Farrah. That's right, you can set your sex robot to frigid.
This raises one big question. Who the hell would spend a shit-load of money on a robotic sex slave and set her to the Frigid Farrah personality?
"Have you met my new sex robot. She cost a pretty penny, I can tell you. About ten G's after sales tax. She's top of the line, though. Her name's Farrah."As the movie Cherry 2000 taught us, even Melanie Griffith is better than a sex robot. Now that's a sobering thought.
"Wow, how does she feel when you, you know ... do her?"
"I have no idea, she won't let me touch her. She says I'm not good enough for her. Calls me a loser."
"Um ... you paid ten thousand dollars for that?"
"It's less than my first marriage cost me, Bob. Much less."