The significance of weird science

Gail Collins worries about the collision of sexual cultures:

This sure sounds like trouble to me: A generation of guys who will settle for nothing less than a porn star meets a generation of women who expect their boyfriend to crawl through their bedroom window at night and just nuzzle gently until they fall asleep.

Never fear. Technology will keep the peace. We’re less than 20 years away from talking, moving pornbots that will outperform ninety percent of the female population. The real money, however, may turn out to be in the sexy, undead vampitrons; apparently a significant percentage of women are fantasizing about a cold, lifeless thing that looks like a man already. Especially since neither will model require much of an extensive vocabulary.

“I understand.” “Really?” “She didn’t!” and “Yes, of course I’m listening.” vs a series of prerecorded moaning and shrieking.

This will, of course, leave the Earth to the Mormons and the insignificant remnant of the evangelical community that remains steadfast in its opposition to robo-humpery.