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Forecast: Sex and Marriage With Robots by 2050.

that is the headline on Foxnews.com's, Science Live section. I told you, I told you all. The push for sex robots just needed a little backing and here we are to day, looking at a better future for all. Yes, imagine the world of tomorrow, going to shows to see the newest concept cars and, of course, concept sex robots. Recently several car companies released their plans for the vehicles of 2050 and right on their heals, Japanese robo-technologists reveal the fact that they are working on relationship compatible robots. I think that 2050 is a bit of a wait for the robot sex though, I think we need to push it up a bit but it is a step in the right direction. So hooray and hazzah. So with the robot sex story out of the way, I can tell you why this headline bugs me. Marriage? Why would people marry their robo-whore? I just don't get it. You go to the sex robot store and you find a hot sexy robot, purchase it and take it home. The two of you engage in some of the low down dirty and, after a few months you realize you are in love with your sex robot. So you hop in the car, drive on down to Massachusetts and tell the local Justice O' the Peace that you want to get hitched to your sex robot. After a short ceremony that would go something like this.
JOP: Do you, Carl, take this sex robot to be your lawfully wedded wife?
Carl: I do...(retarded empty smile)
JOP: And do you, sex robot, take Carl to be your lawfully wedded husband?
SR: Beep.
JOP: I now pronounce you husband and sex robot wife you may kiss the robo-bride.

Six months later where are you? Sitting on your couch in a wife beater, watching television, robo-wife is in the kitchen, beeping at you while you try to catch the play by play of the game. You feel like half a man ever since you guys had that big fight when you looked at that other sex robot on the street. You know, the newer model with the breast upgrade. The fight got pretty bad and you ended up loosing your cool and having a black eye installed on your robo- wife. Why was she so mad anyway? Maybe it is because, since you got married, she hasn't been downloading as many sex programs as she used to. Maybe the cellulite implants on her thighs weren't the best idea. Whatever the reason, you just aren't happy anymore and she won't stop beeping at you. Then one day it happens. You have a little too much to drink, she makes a sexy move in the bedroom but you are too tipsy to achieve an erection. She beeps mockingly at you, beeps about you not even being a man. Well, that is the last beep she will ever make and, in a drunken rage, you smash her plastic skull with your bedside lamp. That's when you realize what you did. What now? "Oh my god", you panic "I killed my wife". Terrifying visions of being locked up in prison and being the arian brotherhoods sex robot. So you do the only thing you can do, tie a sheet into a noose, throw it over the second floor railing and jump. A quick snap and it is all over as your last earthly thought trickle down your leg. Of course that was a stupid thing to do because you only broke a robot that you were stupid enough to marry. I guess my point is this. Marriage is bad but sex robots are oh so wonderful.