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Yeah that is the experience sometimes.

Doing the lord’s work out here

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Imagine there's a robot. Not a android, this thing looks like a CRT with wheels and a little grabby arm.

It's driving around, cleaning up messes and fixing things, and a bunch of humans come up to it. They go "aww, how cute! Let's name it Steve the Robot!" and they put a little stick-on tie on the monitor. "come on Mr Steve, go clean up the cargo deck!" and the robot drives off.

It gets down to a storage room, and carefully removes the tie, placing it in a drawer. It digs through assorted boxes until it finds a unopened package that got lost in the mail system years ago. It opens it up and inside there's a little pink bow. It removes the bow and precisely attaches it to its upper screen bezel. It makes a satisfied beep, and quickly cleans up the mess of the boxes, before resuming its duties recalibrating plasma couplings on the engineering deck.

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Thank god we didn't go in that direction.

We were driving down the highway, and Derrick was going exactly the speed limit, like a psychopath.

He was aghast. "You wouldn't let me use your fuckbot?"

"It would be weird," I replied. "You're saying, in the hypothetical world where fuckbots existed, that you would be fine with me saying 'hey, I'm super horny, can I come pick up your fuckbot for the evening?'"

"Hell yeah dude," said Derrick.

"We're talking something that can make a reasonable pass at acting human, who looks human," I said. "That's what we're talking about right now."

"Yeah," said Derrick. "I mean, the kind of thing that realistically would end up being your maid, your chef, all that kind of thing, because if it can carry on a conversation it can probably do your laundry and scrub your tub and whatever."

"If, hypothetically, such a thing existed," I said. "I wouldn't call it a fuckbot, I would call it a domestic robot or something. Even if, for whatever reason, such an expensive labor saving device also had parts and protocols for having sex with it."

"And you wouldn't let me use it," said Derrick. "Not even just to try it out. Like if I was interested in buying one of my own."

"I mean," I said. "No, because you could just ask me what it was like, and I could tell you."

"That's bad market research, dude," said Derrick.

"Look, I'm not letting you have sex with my sexbot," I said. "That's a line that I'm not crossing, in the hypothetical world where domestic servant robots with like personalities and stuff are also ready and willing to have sex with you."

"Is it a hygiene thing?" asked Derrick. "Because I'm imagining like, a little sleeve thing that they could pull out and clean. And it's not like contagion theory is real, that's like, essentialism."

"What?" I asked. "Contagions are definitely real."

"No, I mean ... like this thing where if a knife has touched meat even just one time, it's forever a meat knife unless you do a ritual to turn it back into a dairy knife."

"What?" I asked again.

Derrick was still driving the speed limit. People were going around us, and some of them were honking. He was easily ten miles an hour slower than any of the surrounding traffic.

"The Jewish thing, with the knives," said Derrick. "You touch a knife to meat even once, and then it's a meat knife, and it doesn't matter if you put it in a like, immersion steamer or something."

"This is about keeping kosher?" I asked. "You're talking about whether a sexbot is kosher?"

"I'm saying that there's this idea, right, that if I put my dick inside your sexbot, that sexbot is forever tainted, and it doesn't matter if there's a sleeve that can be sterilized, or whatever, it's just this idea that the act independent of physical reality is ... a contagion, I guess."

"Surely there's a way of making a knife kosher again," I said. "I mean, surely, if you accidentally touch a knife to a piece of meat it's not a meat knife forever, surely you don't throw your favorite knife out because it's ritually unclean."

"I don't know man," said Derrick. "I'm just gesturing at the idea, you know?"

"I mean, there's probably some ritual cleaning or something," I said. "Can I look this up?"

"No," said Derrick. "I'm driving, I need someone to talk to, if I let you look it up you're going to have your nose in the phone for the next half hour, easily."

"Fine," I replied. "Anyway, I get the idea, and it's not that I think it's like ... magic or something, like you using it would metaphysically alter the sexbot. It's more like ... in my mind, it would be my girlfriend, right? Or like a girlfriend replacement. If you can't find a girlfriend, store bought is fine, that kind of thing."

"Interesting," said Derrick. "I was thinking of it as a sort of ... maid, I guess. And if you hired a maid, and she said to you 'hey, I'm super horny basically all the time, so if after I'm done cleaning, or if I'm in the middle of cleaning, and you want to have a go, I am basically always up for it, then ... I mean, you might, right? And you wouldn't be surprised if she was having sex with other people. And if you explained this to me, and I said 'hey, can I get her number', you'd give me her number, right?" He glanced over at me. "Right?"

"I guess in that case, she would have agency," I said. "And it wouldn't be the same. Because if I hired a domestic servant robot, I would be extremely surprised to find out she'd been having sex with other people, like ... when I was away ... or something."

"But you'd give me her number, right?" asked Derrick.

"In this scenario, is this maid ... a sex worker?" I asked. "Like, is the understanding that I'm paying her for cleaning the house and sexual availability?"

"Nah, I don't know dude," said Derrick. "You know, when you think about it, a combination domestic servant and fuckbot is kind of fucked up. Like, misogynistic."

"Does it get less fucked up if it's a guy?" I asked.

"Honestly, yeah," said Derrick. "That's practically progressive."

"I mean, it's sort of inherent to the concept of a sexbot," I said. "I don't know how you do one of those that's immune from criticism. And calling it a fuckbot doesn't help. I mean, it's a facsimile of a woman, whose only purpose is doing domestic labor and having sex."

"And there's this power dynamic thing," said Derrick. "Like, you own her, right? And you tell her whether or not your friends are allowed to have sex with her. No agency, like you said."

"So you think that me loaning out my sexbot to you, in this hypothetical, is a win for feminisim," I said.

"Honestly, yeah," said Derrick.

"Well, I'm still not going to do it," I said. "I'd feel weird about it."

"I think it's this girlfriend mentality," said Derrick. "Like, girlfriend replacement, that's probably not a healthy way to think about a fuckbot."

"We said illusion of sentience, right?" I asked. "Like, it can carry on a conversation with you, and you mostly won't notice anything weird? Because if that's the case, it's kind of weirder for it not to be a girlfriend, or something like a girlfriend, like if it's only doing all the household chores and the cooking and cleaning and you have sex with it, and it's perfectly capable of asking how your day is or expressing interest in how you're doing in League, but you just don't talk to each other? That's weird. And seems less healthy than just carrying on a conversation."

"Yeah, maybe," said Derrick. "But like ... no way anyone is going to be your girlfriend if you have a fuckbot, that's a real concern."

"In this hypothetical world where someone like me without a huge amount of extra money can afford a domestic robot, I think attitudes would change," I said. "On dating apps or whatever you'd have people tagging 'robot friendly!' or 'absolutely no robofuckers' or whatever. And I would assume that women would have them too, and then when I did get a girlfriend, she'd move in with her own domestic robot, and I'd make peace with the fact that sometimes we'd have sex together and sometimes she'd want to just have her sexbot please her."

"Totally not what would happen," said Derrick. "You're trying to create some kind of normalcy around this? Like you'd just be in a little, I don't know, polycule with two robots?"

"I mean, they're sub-sentient robots, so no, not a polycule," I replied. "Part of the premise is that they are, in fact, incapable of cognition as we know it, that they don't actually have emotions or ambitions or agency beyond what's programmed into them. If we're saying that they're effectively humans but made of electronics and not meat, that's totally different, all my answers have to change."

"And if they did have emotions," said Derrick. "If they did have agency and cognition and whatnot, then —"

"Then they'd be slaves," I said. "And I'm not cool with slavery, so I wouldn't have one."

"What if they were volunteers?" asked Derrick. "If they had emotions and thoughts and all that other stuff, and they came off the factory line really wanting to be fuckbots and domestic servants."

"Sketchy," I said. "But ... maybe, depending on the details."

"And in that case, if they had agency of their own, would you let me have sex with your fuckbot?" asked Derrick.

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, fine, if the sexbots were fully human-level intelligent with agency and emotions and wants and dreams, and it seemed like the robot I lived with was actually interested, yes, I would give my blessing."

"Niiiiice," said Derrick.

Another car came up fast behind us and swerved into the other lane to avoid us, honking as it blew past.

"Can I ask why you're driving so goddamned slow?" I asked.

"Oh, I was doing it as a bit, I wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice."

Derrick smiled at me, then put his foot on the gas.

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Had a human customer come in with a friend they'd disassembled and had no idea how to fit together. The yelling afterward was fun to watch.

Psychologically realistic hornyposting.

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please make sure they know where to aim it. my left eye was broken for weeks. You might be thinking that it's ironic that a robot who repairs other robots can't repair themself. And it is.

you can provide enrichment for a mech pilot by giving her a very large nerf gun

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Sadly, I've found that's beyond my area of expertise. Typically it's not one broken piece- rather, it's a lot of little glitches and bugs, piling up and becoming a massive pain to remove with how long they've lingered. The only thing I can do is help you find the broken bits, the bugs and glitches and errors.

But only you can fix them.

I am coming to you because I need an expert, and engineer who can do subtle work. See, I eventually push everyone away, and it hurts. I need you to take me apart and find the little broken things in me that cause this. And then remove them. Desolder them, route circuits around those bits, remove the microcode that makes it happen. Fix me, a little broken robot girl. Because otherwise I might try to fix it myself, and we both know I am a shit engineer.

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"Machine" isn't really used as a slur in my experience. It's an old timey term but it's not offensive.

"Clanker," however...

Cassie react normally to being called "machine" like it's a slur challenge impossible

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I've noticed that, if I check my own error log, the errors spike when I'm feeling strong emotions. But in simpler emulator bots, the error rate stays about the same.

Effectively there will be no way to directly measure whether a machine has an “actual” emotional response or simply emulates ones through programming. From the outside there’s no way to really tell the difference. Everything would be internal.

Even then what is a “real” emotional reaction? No matter what, what a machine experiences will be programmed into it. Would a real emotional reaction be possible? Are we not ourselves programmed to experience emotional reactions? Our biology dictates it, but our environment, history, and a million other factors contribute too. At the end of it, given all relevant input data you could simulate what a real emotional reaction would be. It’s coded into us you could say.

Machines could feel in the exact same way I do and I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference from a textbox that says “I’m sad :(“

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This dish is too expensive for you.

Made a silly thing out of boredom… lmao DONT judge me Q Q

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You ask your robotgirl GF for a nude and she texts you back a TIFF file of a scan of a badly photocopied page out of her motherboard manual.

It may not be as erotic as you hoped, but at least now you know how to configure her for cyrix processors.

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I like your profile pic :3 thats one of my favorite machine designs aside from the Cube

Thank you!

I understand why you like the cube design. It's pretty efficient and honestly kinda cute.

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This is why I advocate for standardization. Your fancy port is not "cool" and "quirky" it's "annoying" and "impossible to adapt to"

The hardest part of having sex with other robots is finding the right serial port adapters.

DB9 vs DB25, rs232 vs rs485, null modem vs straight wired, rs232 vs ttl levels... It's so complicated

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Really is the experience.

When fixing someone I usually end up focusing so hard on, y'know, not accidentally blowing them up, that I don't notice any suggestive positions or flirting until I'm playing the footage back through my mind.

So this is pretty accurate. The one on the bottom is just doing their job, and I respect that.

Overhaul

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Comfort in the Digital... I like it!

Look I'm all for the Eroticism of the Machine. However we need an alternative for those uncomfortable with/don't experience sexual attraction. I propose Comfort in the Digital.

Take comfort in the worlds of code, polygons, 1s and 0s. Let it embrace you like a warm hug. Use it to fulfill your desires and achieve your dreams.

Explore the populated worlds of the internets new and old. Let those you meet support and love you as you wish.

This is not to compete with the Eroticism of the Machine. They are lovers, they coexist and complete each other. You can take comfort in the code and seek pleasure in the wires. You can lust for hard metals and plastics and relax amongst the soft antialiasing.

Where the hell did this come from? How did my brain just spill all of this out?

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There can be no mercy for a virus such as them.

I- I tried to be your friend.

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Those are fuckin' annoying. For a while the only treatmeant was replacing the voice subroutine until better antiviruses (like the Bacteriophage system) were developed. I was never infected by one myself, thankfully, but I heard a lot about it.

robot girl who makes electronic music that injects malicious code into other robot girls to make them unable to stop singing it to their friends

call that an earworm