Aaahh, the incredible likeness of being.
It seems my bits and bytes have gone astray and landed me on the Sextropians list. Mayhaps a fun group.
Have we stumbled on the answer to Fermi's paradox here? All the work of technologically progessive cultures is really just diverted sexual energy? With the invention of sexbots comes The Great Release, unrestricted sexual expression for technoweenies? Everyone lying around with hot moist towelettes going, "Aaaaaaahhhhhh. Is there anything in the fridge?" To which their sexbot replies, "What's your pleasure, oh pendulous one?"
All play and no work makes for a serious paucity in the inventory of Von Neuman probes, as well as putting the race for the singularity on indefinite hold. Don't want no poopy old SI confiscating the molecules of YOUR sexbot now do yuh?
While the meek Luddites, eschewing technology, inherit the earth.
Best, Jeff Davis
"Everything's hard till you know how to do it."