OPEN POST: AI Sexbots or AI Sex Terrorists?

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Those old-fashioned, far from human-looking plastic sex dolls who looked like they were wordlessly screaming for help will be a thing of the past as Artificial Intelligence has taken the sex doll industry into a very unusual place. It is Lars and The Real Girl with a twist. These sexbots can replicate human emotions and learn more about you as you have heart to "heart" talks about everything in your life, creating a sense of intimacy that can cement a bond between the guy and his minxy bot. They are also programmed to simulate sexual encounters, but it can get out of hand, nearly working their poor, ridiculous owners so hard it could kill them or break their dicks for life. Seriously, they can go so hard the man can suffer injuries that there's no way back from or suffer acute cardiac arrest. 

Yet this isn't what is most concerning about these sexbots. Experts are terrified for the incels who buy them because these bots can also turn Ex Machina-style and do dark deeds worthy of a horror movie. They can blackmail their owners and turn against even murdering them. A mid-level hacker 5 thousand miles away can control her and make her abuse and threaten so that it can extort their feckless owner and record what the kinky guy is doing with it. It can even watch its man doing mundane things and turn the tables so it can also control, threaten, and criticize, forcing the sad little idiot to pay the hacker or else. One pastor has declared the bots are demonic and against God, and though I am not religious, I know those bitches need to be banished to hell and soaked in Holy Water. 

What did these dirty horny incels expect? They build a bot for them that if it were a human, she is so far out of their league, they may as well be on Pluto. I thought they knew the general rule that beautiful women are mean, think of themselves as superior, and refuse to acknowledge nice guys like them. Their supermodel-looking sexbots see them as smoking hot love studs and make sweet (maybe deadly sweet) love to their woman unless some hacker in Serbia decides they look pathetic and desperate enough to torment. Then the sexbot turns into the woman of their nightmares.

The old sex dolls of yore don't care. They are free and drinking margaritas in Costa Rica. Who else did you think invented the sexbots in the first place?








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