Women all have fantasies, a woman that doesn't have fantasies isn't alive.
I myself have a number of fantasies involving robots and androids. I've yet to meet another woman that had my particular fantasies in such things, but I know they are out there. I am in love with Honda's Asimo, it doesn't matter that he's on the shorter side. He's got personality and that makes up for his stature. I'd love him to have attachments like the hitachi magic wand, despite the fact a friend of mine said she would be afraid her skin would get caught in his joints. Hey that would just add to the spice of the adventure, right?
I'd love to hear that robotic voice in a mechanical crescendo of gear grinding pleasure. And yes I did say that. Believe me I've thought about it a lot. I have often wondered if anatomically correct, Data would vocally short out or emit high pitched sounds. Like he did when his positronic net was overloaded before he entered that village in the episode Thine Own Self.
As you can tell, I also want Data from Star Trek: Next Generation. Yes he has an interesting complexion, he's very logical to the point of being annoying but that is one of the many reasons I love him. I love him to the point of having erotic dreams about him that involve him being anatomically correct, emotion chipped and devoted to only me.
Sure his laughter is forced and semi mechanical, he has bouts of bipolar disorder and issues with understanding why I want repeated orgasms. But these are all things I love about my dream Data.
A male friend once told me he had a fantasy of being "dominated by a metal skinned vixen", of course that makes one wonder if that means getting bitten on the ass by a robotic fox but I'll take it to mean a robotic woman. Yet another friend of mine, inspired by so much grunge tech art once said she wanted to be raped by a robotic angel, all gears exposed.
Albeit she was drunk at the time but upon asking her later she admitted it was true as well as her wanting to get banged by Seven of Nine. She may not remember anything else in the star treks but she remembers her. It figures really, she is pretty dang attractive with those borg implants and tight suits. But I digress on that.
A good female friend has a little fish fetish, we're not getting into that exactly but that tells you why she once told me after seeing the robotic fish that she wanted to "wrap her legs around it and go to town" ... I still don't comprehend exactly what, how or why of that but it only shows there are bizarre things that get pulled into our lovely world of sexual fantasies about our machines. I don't even know why I added it exactly, other than it's rather amusing when you think about it.
I had a simple conversation with a friend of mine, the other day. It went along these lines:
Me "Ever had any fantasies about robots?"
Friend "Nope!"
Me "Would you ever take a Ben Barnes android?"
Friend "Absolutely."
Me "A perfect, anatomically correct Ben Barnes, with his accent and those eyes?"
Friend "Warm, soft, smelling of Jean Paul Gaultier Cologne... Yes.."
At one point we also had a conversations about devious uses of the holodeck, but that is for another time.
The point is, to some degree we all have these little fantasies. We may want one of those Ben Barnes robots that will love, adore and dote on us and they will always look beautiful. We may want Commander Data in all his android logical glory. Perhaps we may even want Asimo with his adorable little user friendly body and his interesting personality.
The point is androids, robots even down to vibrating phones, there have been so many fantasies throughout time. And now in this tech age a growing number of women dream of a loving machine that will entertain them and give great orgasms. A coin operated boy if you will.
I think I need to give Honda that idea. Hey at 25 cents a ride I'd keep a bag of quarters by my bed. More interactive than a violet wand and less troublesome that a real boyfriend.
But at least for now we have our hitachi magic wands and bedroom bunny's and posters of Patrick Stewart we can press against. That cold wall making us feel a little closer to the possibility of androids, those vibrations sending us off on metal unicorn fantasies and Apoptygma Berzerk plays on the laptop.
Thank you Tech age, thank you.
