Up One

Sex Slave

If at the very heart of the word "robot"
is the notion of compulsory labor, and if
prostitution has been a part of human
culture since the beginning of time,
it follows that, very soon now, someone
will be selling a robotic sex slave.
The thing that worries me most is not
the fact of a robotic sex slave itself but
wondering if I'd even be able to get off.
I've always been an odd bird like that.
A pretty face, a beautiful body--they're
just not enough for me. Let alone some
cold metallic machine. Now, maybe if
said machine and I could get into
deep philosophical differences, maybe
if we could be torn apart by our passions
so that our coming together was that
much more precious, maybe if our
need for each other could ever outweigh
our categorical differences, maybe then
I'd have a chance. It's an oddly sad day
when you recognize that even robotic
sex slaves hold no promise for you.
When it all comes down, I'll pick
an argument over a hand job in
a New-York minute.

(2007)

2004 © Adam Gottschalk