I Dated a Robot

[Still no word from Newswithviews.com . So here I’ll write what would have been my next week’s NWV column. ]

All the experts and futurists are saying it’s inevitable that human beings will wind up having “relationships” with robots–dating, sex, love, the whole kit ‘n’ kaboodle. Now I always listen to experts, so I decided I ought to at least go on a date with a robot and see what it might lead to.

My first problem was, I don’t have a robot and can’t afford to buy one. Nor can I rent one at Home Depot. Still, when all is said and done, what is a robot but a piece of fancy machinery? So all I had to do was to select a machine or gadget that I already had and let it serve as a robot.

I finally picked my toaster oven. My bicycle is too big to be wheeled comfortably into a movie theater, and I have hurled too many harsh words at my computer even to ask it to dinner and a movie. The air conditioner is much too heavy.

“Elsie,” I said to my toaster oven–a date really ought to have a name–“what would you say to dinner and a movie tonight?” Silence meaning consent, I ran upstairs to trim my beard and change into a clean t-shirt.

We went to the movie first. There aren’t many theaters around here and the selection of films is rather small, so we had to settle for something called Galactic Superhero Jidrools, starring, I think, Harry Reid.

I didn’t think I’d need to buy a separate ticket for Elsie, but the guy stopped me at the door. “Why are you bringing that into the theater?” he said. “You know you won’t be allowed to plug it in!”

“I’m not going to plug her in,” I said. “It would be the height of bad manners. After all, she’s my date. I brought her here to see the movie.”

Would you believe it? They made me pay! Well, she was taking up a seat that they could’ve sold to somebody else, so perhaps it was only right that I should pay for it. I settled her into the seat, and after the commercials and the previews, etc., I put my arm around her. Unlike some other dates I’ve had, she did not object.

After the movie, we went to our favorite Chinese restaurant. Well, my favorite: Elsie hadn’t been out before. As a toaster oven, of course, she has extensive experience with food. But we never put Chinese food from the restaurant in the toaster oven, so I reckoned it would make a nice change for her. Elsie didn’t complain.

I got a lot of funny looks while they were seating me and Elsie, and then some collidge kid came over to wait on us.

“Uh, is that your toaster oven, man?” he wondered.

“It is my date, sir,” I replied, a bit annoyed. “And this is not an it, but a she. Her name is Elsie, and she is all woman–or is it wimmyn? I can’t keep track of all the new terms. But she is every bit as much a woman as I am.” I stared him down, but I needn’t have bothered. He said nothing about my beard.

“Whatever you say, sister. Do you wish to order now?”

“I think Elsie would like an appetizer. What will you have, sweetheart?”

I was getting into the spirit of this caper. By and by, when Elsie didn’t answer, I got all huffy. “You’ve offended her!” I said. “I demand you apologize at once!”

“What? Apologize to a toa–”

“I’m warning you. Don’t come any closer to misgendering my date and projecting microaggressions at our shared safe space.”

He could not bear up under that, so he bowed to Elsie and offered profuse apologies for his oafish and biggited behavior. “Elsie would like for us to share a pu-pu platter,” I concluded.

To make a long story short, I had to eat all the food and I was feeling awfully shaky by the time it was time to go home. I almost fell over when I picked up my toaster oven and carried it back to my car.

And my wife was waiting for me at home.

“Where the dickens have you been with that toaster oven?” she inquired (which is not putting it strongly enough). “What have you been up to?”

I leave the rest of this sad story to the reader’s imagination.

10 comments on “I Dated a Robot

  1. This is so weird! When I clicked to open this message, a message popped up saying are you sure you want to unsuscribe to Lee Duigon’s website?
    unsuscribe was highlighted, cancel was grayed out. I clicked on cancel anyway and was able to open. Do you know about this?

    1. I know absolutely nothing about it. I never see this blog from the reader’s end, so I have no idea what it’s supposed to look like to you. Please let me know if you have any problems from here on, so I can ask WordPress to straighten them out.

  2. Perhaps Hillary’s minions at work in the message that Erlene saw? I didn’t see any message at 3:20pm today.

  3. Likewise, I haven’t had any problems so far. It’s certainly odd though. I wonder if any other NWV contributors are having similar issues?

    As for this post – it’s hilarious, but tragic too, since it’s awfully close to reality!

    1. As we see in “Lost on Venus” and other popular novels of the pre-WWII era, eugenics was at the heart of Western culture back then. God help us.

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