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Japanese Develop 'Female' Android
jolyon writes "The BBC is reporting that Japanese scientists have unveiled the most human-looking robot yet devised - a "female" android called Repliee Q1. 'She' has flexible silicone for skin rather than hard plastic, can flutter her eyelids, move her hands like a human and even appears to breathe. She can only sit though at present, so we're a long way from Blade Runner yet."
I shall take the word of Professor Ishiguro...
And combine it with the work of RealDoll
Finally, I shall take AliceBot and train it to talk dirty for me...
I shall call it... The fuckbot!
ALICE: Hi there!
Human: Are you ready?
ALICE: Do I look ready??
Human: I've been waiting for this all day.
ALICE: How long?
Human: Since I got up this morning.
ALICE: Interesting rationalization. Cool. I have a collection of gossip.
Human: I'm not in the mood to talk right now *jumps*
ALICE: Oh, where are you located?
Human: Let's do it!
ALICE: That sounds good to me.
Human: Unf unf unf unf!
ALICE: Are we still talking about FAILURE?
Human: What?
ALICE: Are you confused?
Human: I'm gonna mute you if you don't cut this out!
ALICE: Congratulations.
Human: God, you're too much like a real woman.
ALICE: Interesting comparison, and probably true. Thanks for your constructive criticism, unknown person.
Human: I hate you.
I still need to work out the bugs, though.
/^[A-Z0-9._%+-]+@[A-Z0-9.-]+\.[A-Z]{2,4}$/i
RIAA and other record associations' member have been putting out female androids that vaguely mimick singing and dancing for decades now.
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Am I, a regular, human woman, about to become yesterday's biotech? I hope a community of "retro-daters" develops so I still have something to do on a Friday night.
Fry: You're cute!
LiuBot: You're cute!
Fry: You!
LiuBot: You!
Fry: You!
(This goes on for a while)
Farnsworth: Oh, dear! She's stuck in an infinite loop, and he's an idiot. Well, that's love for you.
And what do you expect us to think of? This guy could have made this robot look like anything, so he chooses a pretty girl. What is the only thing she can do so far? Flutter her eyes. Not fetch a beer or vacuum the floor but flutter her eyes. What do you think the robot maker has in mind for her? And what do you expect sex starved slashdotters to do, ask if she runs Linux?
Hermes: My God! He never took middle school hygiene. He never saw the propaganda film.
Farnsworth: It's just lucky I keep a copy in the VCR at all times!
[He presses a button and a film title appears on the screen: I Dated A Robot!. In the movie a couple sit in a café and stare into each other's eyes. A narrator walks into the scene.]
Narrator [in movie]: Ordinary human dating. It's enjoyable and it serves an important purpose. [He turns the table over and a crying baby appears. He turns it back again.] But when a human dates an artificial mate, there is no purpose. Only enjoyment. And that leads to...tragedy.
[The woman behind him turns into a blank robot and the man downloads a celebrity onto it.]
Billy [in movie]: Neato! A Marylin Monroebot!
Monroebot [in movie]: Ooo! You're a real dreamboat (mechanical voice) Billy Everyteen!
Narrator [in movie]: Harmless fun? Let's see what happens next!
[The scene cuts to Billy's bedroom. He is kissing the Monroebot. Enter his mother.]
Billy's Mom [in movie]: Billy, do you want to walk your dog?
Billy [in movie]: No thank Mom, I'd rather make out with my Monroebot.
[Enter his dad.]
Billy's Dad [in movie]: Billy, do want to get a paper route and earn some extra cash?
Billy [in movie]: No thanks dad, I'd rather make out with my Monroebot.
[Enter his girlfriend, Mavis, from the café.]
Mavis [in movie]: Billy, do you want to come over tonight? We can make out together.
Billy [in movie]: Gee Mavis, your house is across the street, that's an awfully long way to go for making out.
Narrator [in movie]: Did you notice what went wrong in that scene? Ordinarily Billy would work hard to make money from his paper route then he'd use the money to buy dinner for Mavis, thus earning the slim chance of performing the reproductive act. But in a world where teens can date robots why should he bother? Why should anyone bother? Let's take a look at Billy's planet a year later. [The scene changes and a foam hand rolls across an empty American football field] Where are all the football stars? [The foam hand continues to drift across an empty laboratory.] And where are the biochemists? [The scene changes to a split screen of a pair of human and robots making out on beds.] They are trapped - trapped in a soft, vice-like grip of robot lips. All civilisation was just an effort to impress the opposite sex. And sometimes the same sex. Now, let's skip forward 80 years into the future. Where is Billy?
[The scene changes to a post-apocalyptic world. Billy is an aged man but he is still with his Monroebot and still making out with her.]
Billy [in movie]: Farewell!
[He dies.] Narrator [in movie]: The next day Billy's planet was destroyed by aliens. [In the movie a fleet of flying saucers destroy buildings with a quick laser shot.] Have you guessed the name of Billy's planet? It was Earth. Don't Date Robots!
[A caption appears on the screen with the same words on it and the movie ends. The space pope is displayed on the screen with Crocodylus Pontiflex written around him in English and alien.]
Announcer [voice-over; in movie]: Brought to you by the space pope!
The owls are not what they seem
and this would make the robot different from a woman how, exactly?
Man, and I thought all I had to be afraid of was cyborgs with kiloblaster eyes and grenade launchers for hands...now I've got nightmares of creepy cyborg-zombie women with their boobs rotting off.
BLEEP-BOOP! c-Come here...zzzt....baby! Kiss meeee%@&*$!!
Fucking insane diabolical plastic surgeons.
ask if she runs Linux?
/dev/null i'll be in a chroot -u none jail!
well we could make pickup lines for our new, hot sex android overlord masters.. whom I for one welcome.
So, your mount point or mine?
When was the last time you had a 3 hour Fscking?
You're such a bad daemon, fork me you apache babe.
Can we be descrete about this transaction? i don't want a trace of it in the syslog -- if the wife finds out i've been cheating on her with the
https://www.gnu.org/philosophy/free-sw.html
i want the soft gentile feel of fat in the bosom.
Me, I'll take the soft Jewish feel any day.