I don’t want to contribute too much to cliché because I’ve seen quite a lot of it, but it is indeed 2010, and I still don’t have a jet pack or a car that flies. I blame no one in particular though there will always be a part of me that feels like my childhood was lied to. “Space: 1999,” “2001,” and “2010″ are all upon us and all we have to show for it are communicator-like cell phones, and doors that open automatically.
But then the Sex Robot was announced.
I heard about it first at AEE. Then the online mags started writing about it. Then it popped up in Conan O’Brien’s monologue. So now I have been forced to tackle this subject head on, if you get my drift.