Choosing the gender of a robot companion may be as important as which brand to buy. At my age, having a beautiful young female with big tits would make me look like the terrible pervert that I am, so that’s out. Medium sized tits might be okay though. A male gender robot might confuse John, the old jerkoff who moved in next door, just down the hill from me, who I suspect is queer. I don’t need any renewed advances of his phony friendship.
Of course, I can’t be too bothered by public opinion, either, and a young lady with, umm, you know, nice tits, modestly dressed and really really human looking hanging on my left arm in public places to totally fuck with everyone’s minds would be pretty cool. That last part, totally fucking with people’s minds, that’s the deciding factor. Yes, I think I’ll go with that. The thought is titillating, har har har, titillating. You get it?
I look a lot like Donald Sutherland does now if he were still alive but he isn’t because he died 2 years ago so yeah, we don’t look like each other any more but anyway, that’s him below when he looked like I do now at the same age. I mention this so you’ll understand the difference between me and a pretty young lady and why most people would be looking at both of us instead of just her.
His photo will be replaced with a very alluring one of my female ‘bot at first opportunity.
That’s a No on watching Ann Droid, by the way. I need a VPN that puts me in Britain, along with a valid area code and BBC TV license. It just slaughters me that in all the world, only GB charges for an airwaves license to hear a fucking radio. Beatles “Tax Man” has it right.