In real life yesterday, I had two “encounters” with robot women. (I guess a lot of unusual stuff happened on 11/11/11, hmm?) In the first, I read a sci-fi short story from 1960 as part of research for an article. The tale was about a scientist who creates a female robot who looks like the real thing, but who takes on a life of her own and starts talking and acting in ways in which she is not programmed.
In my second real-life “encounter” yesterday, I called the cable company because my service went down in the evening. I had no phone, Internet, or television. I had a “conversation” with a realistic electronically-generated female voice who asked me what the problems were. And she “told” me that there was a power outage and the cable company was working to fix it.
The upshot of all this? When I was sleeping later last night, I dreamed that I was talking to the robot female voice from the cable company, and when I made a flirtatious comment, at first she didn’t understand but then when I clarified it with a “yes” or “no” answer she began to flirt back with me. So she became, in a sense, the robot woman of the short story, reacting in ways other than the ones in which she was programmed.
I have a date tomorrow for brunch with the voice from the cable company, but I have no idea where to take her.
I found the robot stripper pic here.