Personally, if I were a female, I'd be worried. And especially if I were the wife or girlfriend of some guy.
Or might be some day.
Men have only been looked down upon by women for, oh, twenty or thirty centuries. Over four decades of adulthood, I've watched men's value in society be reduced to basically:
- Taking out the garbage
- Doing their pitiful little share to propagate the species
When artificial insemination came along, the list was reduced to one. If it weren't for the fact that women are genetically incapable of taking out the trash, I'd expect the 51% majority of women in this country to first vote themselves into office, then vote us right off the island.
Now, as guys, we could never turn the tables, because there's nothing that'll replace a real live babe in the sack. They instinctively know this, and they know they have the final, ultimate, upper hand in any argument, discussion or decision.
But do they?
Well, let's start at the beginning:
Fifty sensors, we note. A very good start.
But wait, you furtively cry! Five years old?
No problem!
But wait, you furtively cry again. Cozying up to some clanky metal contraption doesn't sound very romantic, does it?
Well, allow me to introduce you to my leetle fren', silicone!
I'm suddenly feeling handicapped!
And, if you're a female and you're still not convinced you should be worried, that's because you haven't seen the remote control yet!
Nice knowing you!