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Now You’ve Heard Everything

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What? You thought I was going to run a picture of a sex bot? Uh-uh, no way. Here’s another day gecko, this one working on emerging from the egg. Cute little beggars, aren’t they?

How crazy can it get?

They’ve set up brothels where you can “have sex”–I really must put that in quotes, because it’s only a simulation of sex–with “sex bots,” robotic facsimiles of women. Sort of like having a romance with your toaster-oven. Like, dude, it’s a machine, it’s not real.

Anyway, these sex bot brothels have begun to take off, which is now perceived as a threat to brothels where the whores are real. They call themselves “sex workers” now. I will stick to the older terminology. The whores are saying that sex bot brothels are “dehumanizing and dangerous,” “an insult to sex workers,” and “encourage disrespect toward women” (https://www.thesun.co.uk/tech/7289486/sex-robots-prostitutes-workers-love-dolls-brothel/).

Uh, like, the regular whorehouse doesn’t encourage disrespect toward women?

Oh, no, say the whores. See, goin’ to the sex bots will alienate the immoral slob of a man “from healthy sexual experiences with real women.” Good grief. Someone’s sure to say I’m making this up, it’s all a satire. I only wish it was. I’m only a fantasy writer, I can’t invent stuff this loopy.

They say, “Sex workers offer… authentic intimacy and two-way affection.” In fact, going to a brothel and paying some stranger for sex (or a simulation thereof) “enhances his ability to be intimate with other women.” That oughta fly in divorce court: “I only hired this here prostitute, your honor, to enhance my ability to be intimate with my wife.” Yowsah. And heavy consumption of pornography makes the heart more loving, the eyes brighter, and the pelt shinier.

It is embarrassing to be living in this age! I feel like my ancestors, looking down from Heaven, are thumbing their noses and making rude noises at me–if they don’t just turn away in pity.

O Lord! Remember that these things are done without our consent, against our will, and over our objections.

None of this crazy crap can possibly turn out well for us.


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