Looks like some of us will be marrying robots some day. I wanted to share my ineffable excitement with you, in the wee hours of the morning.
I’m naming mine Dorian (Grey).
My disease free Dorian won’t have to worry about that pesky aging thing either. Oh to be satiated by a robot, just let me bask a moment my sanguinity.
I do hope that Dorian does a better job of sucking up than my Roomba does at sucking dirt off my floor. Even though it’s likely Dorian will end up just like the Roomba, used only for entertainment purposes, I’m placing my order now.
There could be problems of course. I could end up with a demonic robot, worse yet a slatternly one. Rumor has it that robot funerals are cheap though so it really won’t matter. This will be one spouse I can legally bury in my back yard.
This won’t be entirely new to me. I’ve dated a robot before; his name was .… I forget. There is no doubt in my mind he was a robot though. That was my last foray into people who know my brother and go to the school of business. I’m hoping they craft my Dorian better than that.
Is there really a University in Maastricht?
