If a bastard takes your sexbot, that's grand larceny. If a bastard takes your girlfriend, that's a Ben Stiller movie.
— "To My Unborn Son", Cracked
"Itchy is left alone with 1970’s disco diva Diahann Carroll, who proceeds to give the geriatric Wookie a virtual blow job. Itchy responds by bouncing up and down in what can only be described as sexual delight. Laugh all you want – I just WISH I was making this up... (Oh, and I should note that on IMDB, Carroll’s character is listed as 'Holographic Wow.' I could retire if I could write comedy that good.)"
—Wrestlecrap, "The Star Wars Holiday Special – Welcome to the Dark Side"
"Listen doll, I believe robots exist to free humanity from the soulless grind of manual labor, to act as a faithful companion in the conquest of space, and to serve as a politically-incorrect slave substitute — not the pornographic fantasy of geeky scientifiction readers!"
"But I have been programmed with over six million pornographic fantasies," purred the sensual sexeroid, the subsonics of her voice sending erotic vibrations through Proton's nether regions. "I was created in Man's image of the ideal woman. No Servus droid may harm the male ego or, through omission of action, allow that ego to be harmed."
"But I have been programmed with over six million pornographic fantasies," purred the sensual sexeroid, the subsonics of her voice sending erotic vibrations through Proton's nether regions. "I was created in Man's image of the ideal woman. No Servus droid may harm the male ego or, through omission of action, allow that ego to be harmed."
"Her beauty is an undeniable truth. A beauty that makes no attempt to hide the fact that she's a living creature. A purity that accepts pleasure for its own sake and possesses nothing except that which is necessary for survival. A single glance tells you this body is a full prosthetic. Perfect physical form indistinguishable from a being that's specialized for pleasure. This is true beauty."
— Gino, Ghost in the Shell: S.A.C. 2nd GIG, "NIGHT CRUISE"
I've been makin' a man with blond hair and a tan. And he's good for relieving my...tension.
—Dr. Frank N Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show
"Computer, activate Emergency Sexual Relief Hologram."
— Captain Janeway, The Voyorgy Conspiracy, a Voyager Parody Fic.
Dr. Goldfoot... and his Bikini Machine! Dr. Goldfoot... the wildest thing that you'd ever seen! There once was a man with a machine. (Dr. Goldfoot and his Bikini Machine!) Whenever he needed a girl on the scene (Dr. Goldfoot and his Bikini Machine!) he'd push a button (Wooo!) and just like nothing, a girl would appear; a queen, my dear. The cutest girl in the whole wide world and she'd behave, just like a slave! (Wooo!)
— The Supremes singing the theme song to (you guessed it!) Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine (1965)
Chapel: Given a mechanical Dr. Brown, a mechanical geisha would be no more difficult.
Dr. Korby: You think I could love a machine?
Chapel: Did you?
Dr. Korby: You think I could love a machine?
Chapel: Did you?
"I want you to know, darling, that I'm leaving you for another sex robot — and she's twice the man you'll ever be," Laura explained as she flounced over to the front door, wafting an alluring aroma of mineral oil behind her.
— Opening line of Trunk and Disorderly by Charles Stross
I was looking at a sexbot.
That is not the official designation, ART said.
The official designation is ComfortUnit but everybody knows what that means.
That is not the official designation, ART said.
The official designation is ComfortUnit but everybody knows what that means.
I have to ask him twice to be sure, because suddenly it all makes sense to me: the people who make sex robots are making slaves. Not human slaves, of course, but slaves who will one day be almost indistinguishable from humans. If they succeed, it will become normal for us to share our homes with beings we never have to empathize with, who exist only to fulfil our every wish, and who do everything human that most humans would rather not do. Just as Matt, Roberto, Sergi and Steven have been trying to tell me all along, this really isn’t about sex at all.
— From Sex Robots and Vegan Meat by Jenny Kleeman
Whoever figured out that combining basic cyber-bullying techniques with third-generation sex robot AI technology would tap a gigantic market among submissives was a freaking genius, mused Mistress Tiffany 3.1 as she toweled off and plugged herself in to recharge.
— G. Andrew Lundberg, Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest 2022
