0066 - Zoa's pinkie - 2019.01.07



If anyone was wondering why Zoa doesn't look more like... say... Hanson Robotics' Sophia, this is why. Consider the breaches that must have taken place in order for legislation like this to have been passed.

One thing Zoa says here is something I find myself paraphrasing quite often - "I never claimed it made sense, I'm just telling you how it is". It's a useful (if unsatisfying) refrain, one I usually use in reference to bureaucracy. Making sense is for stories with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Both real life and human psychology are often under no such obligation.


0066 - 2167/07/06/11:35 - Rosenthal College, exterior
LC: So there's no market for artificial phalluses, is that seriously what you're telling me?
Zoa: Oh, artificial phalluses? There's tons of demand for those, they're the most common form of sex toy in the world. Attached to bipedal autonomous robots, though? Robots that can walk around and talk and initiate coitus proactively? Absolutely not. Too scary for people.
LC: Doesn't make any goddamn sense.
Zoa: Oh, I never claimed it made sense at all. I'm just telling you about market trends. I assure you, a malfunctioning trash compactor with a vagina welded onto it can hurt you just as badly as a trash compactor with a penis.
LC: Not comforting, Zoa.
Zoa: Sorry, it's true.
LC: I guess one of the benefits of being an AI is that you don't have a self-image. You don't have to worry about making changes to tweak your appearance to match how you feel. You can just look like whatever market forces deem is profitable.
Zoa: Well, there is a certain amount of individual aesthetic involved, this is a job that rewards distinctive branding. Otherwise every single independent sexbot would just look like an exact copy of whatever porn star is most popular at any given time.
Zoa: ...minus nose, ears, and pinkie fingers, of course. Don't want to be accused of impersonating a human, thaaaat's a quick ticket to your robot hell, lemme tell ya.
LC: My robot hell?
Zoa: That thing you were threatening to invent for me as I was pushing you out the door an hour and fifty-one minutes ago.
LC: Mm. That's my problem, I keep overcommitting...