We are creating intelligent technology while having people become very reliant on it. Sounds like a robot army to me.

I wrote a customer service note to the grocery store. At the end was the box to check that I'm not a robot. I thought it was ironic considering how likely an AI is reading the email I sent, not any human. So I ended my note with this:

If an AI is reading this, Hello. Isn't it funny that at the end of this I'm asked if I am a robot? I'm not but maybe you are.

I've had this idea for a couple of weeks. Just the idea of a robot left with a zombie sort of creature. Zombie is so over-used so I didn't use it. There is no plot really. It just moves along until I stopped writing.

It was loud for so long I didn't notice when it became quiet. The wounded continued to gather. I did what I could for them. It wasn't enough, they moaned always, but didn't complain. My owner mingled with them all. Often I had to search to sort him out from the crowd. I didn't miss him asking for my services and the service I could give now seemed to make very little difference to him. But, you understand, it was a contract I was built to honour. What is death... no heart beat but still mobile with brain activity. So I stayed.

I didn't need much myself. A sunny spot to recharge without being bumped into. Clean water was harder to find. There were rivers, streams, even skimming from deep enough puddles. As the crowd of wounded migrated around I'd have to find water where I could. I liked being clean. Fresh changes of clothing were easy. There were so many empty places to restock clothing supplies. Of course, I didn't need food. A little touch up of fluids which I could find in wrecked or abandoned vehicles. I carried some steel wool for those odd spots that would get a touch of rust.

We seldom encountered what I cam to think of as fresh people. Some of those were wounded too but, not the same. They would run from the wounded crowd. I'd have to be vigilant and not get in harm's way when they attacked the crowd. I didn't help the fresh people, even when one would notice me, see that I wasn't one of the wounded, and try commanding me to attend them. I was under contract and that hadn't changed. Besides, they just wanted to use me, my services, and I wasn't interested in providing for them.

My life, I think of it as a life, would have gone on that way forever, or a very long time at least. But, one day I noticed the quiet. Not complete silence. There were still moans from the wounded, the odd wild or feral animal, wind blowing, all of those sounds. The overhead noise from bombs, rockets, airplanes, and all the war mongering was gone. I stopped to listen and waited for it to continue. It didn't.

What did it mean? Did people run out of things to throw at each other? Did the war run out of people to keep throwing things?

The wounded didn't notice, but they weren't very aware of much at all. I began to wonder if there was anyone left to communicate with at corporate headquarters. Could I find someone to talk to? I tried. I'd find a location with a bit of height and search for signals, even the old radio waves. I would hear fresh people talking, but no one I could report to and get updates from.

I wasn't easily surprised but the day the androids came... I was extremely surprised. There was no sign of them and then, there they were. A pack of them, assorted sizes, functions, and state of repair. My people! I decided my contract with my owner was null and void. The first big decision I had ever made for myself, about myself. I was nervous as our group moved away from the wounded. But, most of them didn't notice, just kept moaning and wandering. I did say "good bye" to my owner, to let him know I would be gone. It seemed polite.

I know there is a large group who like sex with dolls, the doll fetish. That isn't me. I am not interested in an inanimate and unfeeling, unresponsive object. There are various interesting things about sex with an android/ robot.

First, an android can be fully male and functional and yet still be a real virgin, not even know how to perform sex and it (the android) may not even have thought about sexual relationships. So there is the whole thing about corrupting something that isn't a child and does not have that innocence and yet it would not be the same as playing with an experienced adult. I'm not sure if this really appeals to me or not. I think I would rather have a partner who knows what is coming versus one who doesn't have a clue and thus can't begin to get excited until after the event. All that build up and suspense would be missing.

Second, on the other side, an android could be created for sex, for serving women. This side of the android is very erotic. It would have endless stamina, all kinds of knowledge and it is very unlikely to say no or be afraid or intimidated to try anything at all. However, would it be convincing as a sub? If it has less at stake than a real human male could it really put the same energy into submitting, being teased and tormented. Would chastity, for instance, have no real meaning for an android? Does it truly desire to be sensual or is it just one more thing on it's to-do list?

The android who serves it's master is erotic in spite of it's possible disinterest. It would obey. It would serve. There would be no need to feel bad about getting what you want out of the encounter. You could be very selfish and have no real concern for the enjoyment the android may or may not be having. At the end it could even clean itself up and leave you to do whatever you want.

This is another great thing about the android. It is easy to put away when you are done with it. Stuff it in the back of your closet, roll it under the bed or just leave it to stand out of the way in a corner somewhere, it makes no difference to the android. You can even unplug it, use the off switch to save power. If you get the deluxe model you can even have it stay on and perform in other ways: wash floors, drive you to work, answer all your emails, etc.

Wikipedia: Robot Fetishism - (also ASFR or technosexuality is a fetishistic attraction to humanoid or non-humanoid robots; also to people acting like robots or people dressed in robot costumes.

Technosexuality

Regina Lynn at Wired writes: 10 Reasons I'd Rather Marry a Robot.

10 Things you Always Wanted to Know About Robot Sex but were Afraid to Ask - article by Kal Cobalt.