Inventor Le Trung, 33, created Aiko, said to be “in her 20s” with a stunning 32, 23, 33 figure, shiny hair and delicate features.
She even remembers his favourite drink and does simple cleaning and household tasks.
Fem-bot" Aiko, who has cost £14,000 to build so far, is a whizz at maths and even does Le’s accounts.
Le, a scientific genius from Brampton in Ontario, Canada, said he never had time to find a real partner so he designed one using the latest technology.
He said he did not build Aiko as a sexual partner, but said she could be tweaked to become one.
Odd pair ... Le with his robot girlfriend
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The story is sourced from the SUN.
Even if it did promise to turn out a pile of hogs wash. The article seemed too good to pass up. I would say this, the author; Dr Pam Spurr is one confused woman. First she likens the rise of feminism to the rise of problems stemming from women having the right to express that they do not want sex. Then she sites examples of this so-called freedom ruining a marriage. I am no expert on therapy or sex for that matter, but they were clearly, the problems stemming from miscommunication and selfishness rather then the woman's ability to say 'no.'
To quote from the article: "It certainly wasn't regarded as being a woman's prerogative in the first six decades of the 20th century to insist on sexual satisfaction from her husband. In fact, such a woman might well have been chastised for even thinking about such fulfilment." Seems to me that she is advocating the need to go back to the times when a woman had no say about whether she enjoys sexual intercourse or not and that it was the prerogative of the husband to enjoy himself, damn his wife's feelings. Again, she sites her classic examples of this: Women not wanting to have sex because they children now or they feel unsatisfied with their partner's bed skills. Even to an inexperienced single woman such as myself, those did not seem the issues that stem from a woman's right to refuse, but rather run-of-the-mill problems that Oprah Winfrey would discuss on her show problems that that manifested themselves in the bedroom area first.
I don't deny, sex is important. I just don't believe that we should mistakenly believe that if it did not happen/did not hear about it with the older generations - it means we should go back to women being unable to say no to their husbands. Most likely, we are more vocal and not so scandalized these days to express our desires in the bedroom then our grandmothers. I also do not believe that a woman is the one responsible for the break-up in any marriage, just because she refused to have sex with her husband. Like so many things - it takes two to tango.
Tap the Robot
In yesterday’s post, I asked how many of you guys would have sex with a robot if it was indistinguishable from a hot human woman. About 95% of the hetero guys said they would. The other 5% expressed a strong preference for lying.
Based on your responses, it seems that every guy has his own threshold for the quality of the robot. Some guys would only consider tapping the robot if it was indistinguishable from an attractive human woman. Other guys are already humping their TiVos.
Many of you said you would only have sex with the robot if it was brand new. But what happens after six months of monogamous robot love when you find a sticker on its foot that says “Inspected by Carl”?
Many of you were concerned that the software in the robot would be provided by Microsoft. First of all, I think we can all agree that the name “Microsoft” is bad branding for sex robot software. But that’s not the biggest problem. One software malfunction and you’ll have to call the fire department to get your pecker off the roof.
I would write more, but I suspect it would all be downhill from here.courtesy: Dilbert Blog
"People should not be allowed to have sex on a work night after 12 o'clock!"
I am treated to blank uncomprehending looks.
"The bed of my upstairs neighbours kept moving in a consistent fashion with the mattress creaking. It was noisy, I only got to sleep at 1am!"
My colleagues are barely containing their laughter.
"So, planning on moving then?"
"Nah, it's easier to buy ear plugs."
The rest of the day was pretty interesting too.
It’s the evening of your first date, and you wonder why you’re sweating so much. She walks into the restaurant looking like a million bucks, and you stand up awkwardly to greet her, almost knocking over the table.
Candles, wine and good conversation are the order of the evening, and you leave her at her door with little more than a quick, awkward hug.
You wait two days, and then phone her before 11 a.m. (because your best mate told you that two days after the first date at 11 a.m. is the best time to phone her). You’re pleased to hear that she had a great evening, and that she really wanted to phone you, but was too ‘shy’, reminding you of how cute she really is.
The video can be found here.
However, today, as I arrived earlier from work to discover a showing of "Rescue Me" with this disparagon of virtue, Denis Leary.
I mean, he is foul-mouthed, beer drinking sarcastic SOB, but, and I fully blame it on the tiredness I was feeling, I wanted to take him to bed and fully relieve the tiredness of his fireman's job. Aah! I blame this slip of wits on my fondness for Irishmen, that is the only explanation.
She is a woman disillusioned in love, he is a single rich executive whose private jet ran into engine trouble and so he has decided to spend the evening within the bar.
She is a perky busy fashion designer and he is a broken lone wolf of a cop who comes to the bar to drown his sorrows, they meet as his dark past catches up with him.
He is a sweet, but unassuming guy who is sighing over an unattainable beauty when the hotel is overrun with
PUH-LEASE! I have been in several hotels over the years and for most people, the hotel bars are too expensive, easily 3-4 times the nomal value. And as for the people frequenting them, on average, they are mainly married men who are out to have a quick fuck whilst away from the watchful eyes of their wives, or visa versa. In my experience, all the cute guys are out in the funky bar in a trendy part of the city, the business executives or high profile business men/women, who arrived without their spouses are off sleeping, exhausted by a hectic schedule. The other choice is presented in a form of youngish men, who are also after a quick fuck, but probably lack the weding band, instead possesing the emotional maturity of a 15 year old in spring break mood.
So, movies lie, we are indoctorinated by those stupid scenarios and assume that those of us, who travel will have an encounter like that at least once in our lifetime. I suppose, in the older days, one had to find some form of entertainment. Now, that there is wireless Internet access I don't see the point of hotel bars, much to the dissapointment of those with a full range of cheesy pick up lines.