Also, I wonder when the guy who designed this had sex...with a human... Seriously what the f**k? That's just wrong on so many levels... Imagine your partially sighted mother coming over..."Oh, I didn't you had a new girlfried.."
Now all that's needed is one that looks like David Tennant and the fantasies of many a Doctor Who nerd can finally be realised.
i'm sure that when it does happen they will have a great experience with the time lords sonic screwdriver
Tate [Looking down at Tennant's crotch] - Are you really sure you want to do this... I mean... Two hearts and still not enough blood? Tennant [Puzzled] - I do, really.... hrmm must be the quantum celery coefficient... *pulls out sonic screwdriver* Tate [Shocked] - You're gonna do me with that? Tennant - No... *points at crotch - activates* ALONZEE!
I've heard of the ugly duckling, but this is taking the piss. Really, if he's gonna go through that much effort, why not just mod a realdoll, so it at least doesn't look like it's going to steal your soul. With that guys attitude, though, I hope he keeps to that damned thing..
I would never buy anything to do with sex from someone who looks like they've never had it. Eurghhh. I feel dirty now...
+1. Although, by all appearances the Geek General sits casually reclined in his Aeron, I can tell he is not at all amused. In fact, that would be as much an understatement as saying that the Pentium 4 Prescott had a bit of a heat problem. I can tell by the way he is kneeding his Plush Virus doll from Think Geek. "The problem with people like these" he sighs, "is that they give people like us a bad name. I mean, it's not as if we do not have enough prejudices and misconceptions of the average luddite to deal with as it is. At least in the end the fact that it is us who deliver the solutions to humanity's problems earns us some grudging respect. We've bloody well earned it, too. So when some epic loser like this guy" --and with that he points accusingly at a website on one of his three 30" TFT's-- "comes along and tanks our geek cred all the way to the netherpits of hell it makes our job so much harder. He's a friggin' embarrassment. He's got to go." That's pretty much as unambiguous a command as they come. "I've already assembled a team Sir", you reply. "The advance wardrivers have already isolated all his lines of communication and are jamming the area. Recon has assessed his locks and security --they are pretty much non-existent so it's straight in, straight out before the echos fade. Social Engineering has looked at his network --it is mostly non-f2f, no meat relationships, so it is working on a cover story that sends him abroad to some ailing relative for a non-specified amount of time. Some entries on his Facebook profile every now and then by a simulation agent and as far as the world is concerned he won't really be missed for months." "Good." The Geek General relaxes a bit and dumps the stuffed virus on the glas surface of his Nomos desk. "Make him disappear. I want him forgotten. And his little doll too." I doubt that the Geek General is consciously aware of his dialogue reference to The Wizard of Oz. I do not point it out to him. I do not think he would see the funny side.Can't blame him --his is not a fun job. Geeks need credibility in order to do their job, which is to prevent humanity collapsing back into the howling savagery of the Stone Age. Some geek with a psychology degree once posited that humans are just apes with iPods, but it is the iPods that keeps them from just being another ape. People need science and technology to anchor them in civilisation. The Romans developed sewage and plumbing; the Arabs and Asians developed medicine. The 20th Century geeks developed extelligence: the disciplines vast machinery that forms the framework for discovering, creating, storing and manipulating information so that we can think thoughts that our unassisted brains could not. Without geeks humans would descend into the superstitious primitive savagery that you can still see in the less developed parts of the world: Afghanistan, Darfur, the American Mid-west. Problem is: geeks are different from regular people. They have to be, right? This leads to inevitable distrust, alienation, and mockery that comes from personal insecurity and xenophobia of anything that is ethnically or culturally differrent. And all the genius in the world won't help if people won't listen to you, won't take you at least halfway seriously. So part of the Geek General's job is social engineering: to maintain the public face of geeks. So when some lam3r comes along with a creation that could only spawn from the sexually frustrated brain of a rubber slave fetishist, it is deemed Very Bad For Our Public Image. As Sir says: the perv's got to go. My geek squad is happy to oblige.
