Or, at least that’s what this guy says: “My forecast is that around 2050, the state of Massachusetts will be the first jurisdiction to legalize marriages with robots,” artificial intelligence researcher David Levy at the University of Maastricht in the Netherlands told LiveScience.
I found this article on MSNBC.com and I’m just overwhelmed by it. Robots, really?
I suppose the robot wouldn’t be like the robot of yore.
Maybe the robots would be so lifelike you couldn’t tell the difference.
But does that make it ok? According to this Levy guy it absolutely is, and maybe to all the male-haters or female-haters out there, it’d be a good thing. I mean, we’ve all looked for the off switch on our partner from time to time, so I see the benefit.
However, there is something to be said for the human connection and genuine experiences. I feel the same way about frozen dinners. Why eat the pre-packaged, perservative-filled chicken filet when you can make a yummier, healthier version on your own?
The same goes for love. Make it real or count me out.
An Australian home-loan lender, Virgin Money Home Loans, launched a very, shall we say, sexy ad campaign. But then again, that depends on who you are. Seeing two people resembling my grandparents going at it doesn’t do it for me. I’m guessing it doesn’t do it for my grandparents either so I’m going to change my adjective to shocking, not sexy.
Either way, I’m a sucker for a unique advertising campaign and this one definitely fits the bill. Hide your eyes as you scroll, this is about to get ugly.
And in case you’re wondering, this is the same Virgin that sells CDs. Apparently Virgin is a worldwide conglomerate selling just about anything between airline travel to health care. See for yourself at www.virgin.com.
Things started to get hot and heavy with Renee and Chris. After three weeks of great dates and innocent make-out sessions, things turned more adult.
Just as it seemed the deal was going to be sealed he stopped and asked her, “What number will I be?”
Shaken from the moment, she looked him in the eye and said she didn’t know. “What’s in a number?”
She puckered back up, but Chris lay motionless staring back up at her. With a sigh, she rolled over and counted on her fingers.
“You have to count!” he expelled.
She did and she was embarrassed, but I say don’t be. Honestly, what’s in a number?
